by Terry Towers
Ramona exhaled loudly. Who would they be hurting by having a little fun, really? No one would ever have to know - except the two of them - and she wasn't about to tell anyone. It's not like they would ever have a relationship. She was the queen of the one night stands - and damned proud of it - so all this was going to be was a week long one night stand.
That you'll be seeing at every family gathering for the rest of your life, her conscience argued with her.
"Already opened Pandora's Box, might as well enjoy the ride," she murmured.
"You say something Ramona," Darrien asked coming into the bedroom. He was wearing a white towel tied low on his hips. His chest was hairless, however, a thin trail of hair began just slightly above the towel and dipped beneath, it seemed to beg her to remove the towel and explore the package beneath the terry cloth covering.
Smiling meekly, she shook her head.
Darrien flashed a friendly smile at her and nodded. "Good, because I think we need to discuss what just happened."
"Oh?" she attempted to appear nonchalant about it. She made her way to the bed and laid back on it, propping herself up with her elbows behind her. Chewing on her lower lip, she swayed her knees slowly back and forth in front of him.
Ramona took satisfaction in the look on his face as he watched her long, toned legs moving back and forth, enticing him. His gaze travelled to her breasts; breasts that appeared to be begging for him to touch them.
Darrien's face turned dark, and hungry. His cock sprang to life under the towel. He tugged at the tie and it fell to the floor in a puddle at his feet.
Good. Uncomfortable talk avoided, she thought smugly.
"I think we should talk first," he said, but made his way over to the bed anyhow.
She sighed loudly and let her head fall back as if to display to him how exhausting he could be. She snapped her head back up and locked gazes with him as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her knees. "I don't want to talk. I want to fuck."
He chuckled. "You're way too spoiled, Ramona."
Grinning, she sat up and grasped his cock in her hand, giving it several fast and hard strokes. He closed his eyes and groaned. Leaning forward, she kissed his chest, letting her lips make their way down to the trail of hair that had been peeping at her from under the towel.
Just as she was about to taste the cream that had begun to seep from the slit on the head of his cock, he placed his hand on hers stopping her from stroking him. Ramona looked up at him with questioning eyes.
"Come here," he ordered, as he backed himself off the bed to stand at the edge.
"Ummm, alright." She crawled over to him, eager to see what he had in mind for her.
"I want you taking it all in," he told her motioning with his finger for her to flip around on her back. She wasn't used to a man dictating to her on how to blow him, but his take control attitude was turning her on, almost as much as the sight of his dripping cock. At that point she'd do about anything he wanted as long as it ended with her licking and sucking on his rigid shaft.
She knew exactly what he was looking for. There was only one way she'd be able to take the length of him in fully. She did as told, and flipped over to her back, allowing her head to hang off the end.
Darrien took hold of his cock and gave it a few swift jerks, and then rubbed the tip across her parted lips, leaving a trail of cum across them. She eagerly licked it off. Reaching over her, Darrien palmed her breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples into hardened peaks. Ramona moaned, loving the feel of his cool hands on her warm naked body.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see your lips around my cock, princess," he growled, grazing her lips with the tip of his cock a second time.
Reaching above her head, Ramona grabbed the back of his thighs and drew him closer to her. Her tongue lashed out and licked the tip of his cock. She was rewarded with another groan.
"Give it to me Darrien," she begged attempting to put her lips around it, but he kept it just out of reach. Less than an inch from her mouth; teasing her. She remembered now why she had found him so infuriating at times.
He leaned forward, allowing her mouth to take his cock between her lips. He slid it into her mouth nearly to the hilt, as she deep throated it. His hand on her breasts, he slowly thrust into her mouth, and she took his length eagerly. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat and his balls slapped lightly against her forehead. Pulling out, he slowly thrust into her mouth again.
With each inward thrust, Ramona was forced to fight the urge to gag. He was so damned long, and thick! But she managed it; the very fact that he was big enough to fill her mouth and then some, had her hornier than ever!
Upon realizing she was going to be fine, even when taking him in balls deep, he began to increase the speed and force with each thrust. His hands pinched and kneaded her breasts, playing with the nipples, keeping them taunt.
She sucked on him as he fucked her mouth. One hand left his ass to massage and tug his balls as he thrust into her. He applied more force to her nipples as he thrust into her. The faster he thrust the harder he pinched her peaks. Shots of pleasure and pain, streaked through her body, ending between her legs. Damn, she was so wet; she could feel her juices, dripping down her ass and onto the bed.
"Play with your pussy for me, princess," he ordered, as he thrust. "Make yourself come for me."
She'd have said yes, but her mouth was currently unavailable for talking. Her hand went straight for her clit, parting the heated lips of her pussy to expose the hardened nub. Her fingers rolled and pinched it, rubbing it in time with his trusts. Her hips moved with the rhythm of her hand.
"Your body is beautiful, Ramona," he gasped as he thrust, "fuck, I've wanted to play with these tits for years."
Her entire body was on fire! Her clit from being stroked by her own expert hand, her breasts from his rough caresses, and her mouth as it sucked and licked his cock.
He thrust faster, harder, each time he rammed it into her pink painted mouth she'd take him balls deep. Ramona moaned, loud enough that if they had neighbours, then they’d know exactly what was going on in the cabin. Her pussy was quivering, begging her to give it some cock. Begging her to fill it with him.
His cock became rigid and his balls tightened as his thrusts into her eager mouth became frantic. He was so close, she could feel it. His cock seemed to vibrate in her mouth.
"Ramona," he moaned as he thrust a final time into her mouth filling the back of her throat with his seed. Ramona sucked and swallowed his load, greedily licking the last drop off the head of his dick as he pulled it out.
Darrien knelt and kissed her lips running his fingertip along the side of her neck, sending chills down her spine. "Turn around so I can taste your pussy," he whispered lifting his lips from hers.
Liking this development, Ramona eagerly turned around and scooted her bottom to the edge of the bed, where he eagerly awaited her juicy core. He placed her ankles over his shoulders and kissed his way up her leg, until he reached the apex between her legs.
She fisted the patchwork blanket under her when he ran a finger up the length of her slit. "Darrien," she moaned, arching her back. He was going to tempt torture and tease her, she knew it!
Darrien was a dirty devil, indeed. But she loved every second of it!
He ran his tongue up the length of her slit, from her tight anus to her clit. She cried out. One hand found its way into his thick, dark hair, urging his head down to her. He sucked on her nub, as he thrust two fingers into her. She moved with his fingers, her hips thrusting against them.
Ramona's moans became louder as his fingers worked the inner wall of her core, while his tongue flicked and circled her clit. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he slid his fingers from her, replacing them with his tongue. His tongue thrust into her, firm and moist.
Darrien used her own juices to moisten her tight ass, rubbing the warm liquid around the rim of her anus. Ramona jerked away from him, in surp
rise.
"Just relax," he soothed her, as his finger breached her tight little ass. She clenched around his finger, but a little persuasion from his tongue in her pussy relaxed her again, focusing her attention back to the intense pleasure he was bringing her.
As his finger moved deeper into her, her moans became louder, her thrusting against him became more violent. "Feels so good," she cried out, as her body prepared for release. His tongue worked in perfect sync with his finger, slowly in and out. Coaxing her to climax. Tremors rocked through her body, her pussy tightened and she finally screamed out his name as she was given the sweet satisfaction of release.
Panting, she basked in the feel of his tongue lapping up her juices.
Ramona groaned in protest when his tongue left her pussy. She was still craving him. Closing her eyes she tried to recover from her orgasm, but felt him nudge her to flip over. Opening her eyes again, Ramona looked deep into his hunger filled depths. His hand was pumping his erect cock, getting himself ready for her yet again!
"Flip over," he instructed.
Darrien was insatiable, and she loved each and every second of it! Ramona couldn't believe that she had gone all these years without knowing just how incredible her stepbrother was in bed. They’d spent all those years fighting when they could have been doing much more productive things - like fucking.
Once she had flipped over, Darrien took hold of her hips and lifted her to her knees. Her pussy lined up perfectly with the head of his cock. She supported her weight on her forearms as he ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit.
Ramona smiled, and wiggled her pussy against his cock. She knew what he was waiting to hear from her. Her first instinct was to play with him, make him beg her to allow him entry, but she wanted it. Wanted it too badly to deny herself, just to torture him.
"Give it to me, Darrien," she purred, thrusting her ass against him to emphasise her point.
Darrien chuckled. "You learn quickly, my princess."
"Only when given the right motivation."
Slowly, way too slowly for Ramona's liking, Darrien entered her. She had ridden an amazing orgasm and was already climbing the summit for another, just from the anticipation. Her ass bucked against his cock, driving him in deeper.
Darrien groaned. His fingers clutched her hips tightly. He began to rock against her, thrusting his cock into her pussy from behind. His cock filled her so full, she felt as though she was going to burst! His balls slapped against her wet pussy as he increased his speed.
Ramona moaned as she rocked against him. He filled her completely, but she wanted more, needed more! Her pussy throbbed, and her body felt as though it was going to collapse, but she pushed on, meeting each of his thrusts, with equal force.
His fingers tightened on her hips, as he dove deeper into her, as deep as he could possibly go. She cried out in sweet agony. His cock throbbed within her and she clenched her muscles around it, squeezing it tightly.
"I can't get enough of you Ramona," he gasped, causing a smile to touch her lips. Misery liked company and they both were now at the point where it felt as though they needed release more than air. He didn't have to tell her for her to know he was close. His body went rigid against her ass, one final thrust and the heat of his release filled her.
He pulled her tight against him; the heat of his cum was enough to send her spiralling into her own personal ecstasy. She came over his now depleted cock, their juices mixing within her pussy. She felt his hands on her waist, pulling her back up against him.
Exhausted, from her third orgasm in a little over an hour, her body went limp against his strong chest, and she was grateful for the support. He held her from behind wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned her head against his shoulder and tilted her face towards his. Her eyes - full of so many emotions her head was spinning - looked deep into his.
With a finger under her chin Darrien urged her lips up to his own. He kissed her tenderly. His lips grazed hers; the anger and frustration that had laced his kisses in the lake, all but a faint memory. His kisses now were filled with tenderness, and warmth.
Ramona reached up and placed a hand on the nape of his neck, drawing him into a deeper kiss, parting her lips and welcoming his tongue with hers. Ending the kiss she traced his strong, square jaw with her fingertips. "I think you may have worn me out for a few hours," she teased.
"Mmmm, you think?" he asked, his lips moving down the length of her long, graceful neck.
Ramona giggled. "Maybe." Sweet god. It was starting again! Her body had never been so alive, so wanton, and so very greedy for a man before.
"Alas, I think I will also need a short intermission," he admitted, kissing her on the forehead, before stepping away from her.
Ramona immediately regretted the loss of his body against hers. With a sigh, she threw herself down on the bed, and patted the vacant area beside her.
"We need to talk now," Darrien stated as he rounded the bed and laid his magnificent body - now covered in their sweat - alongside of hers.
Ugh, the talk. As much as she didn't want to have the talk, she knew he wouldn't let it go until they had. She hated the idea that they might ruin the mood they had established over the past hour or so. She heaved a heavy sigh giving in, "I know."
Chapter 4
Darrien pulled Ramona against him. She smiled and laid her chin on his chest, her large green eyes looking up into his. Her finger traced the definition of the muscles on his chest. He found the small gesture soothing. Raking his fingers through her smooth long brown hair, he watched as the silken strands slowly fell through his fingers.
He knew she dreaded discussing anything unpleasant, but he felt that they needed to discuss the situation between them, so there were no misunderstandings when they left.
To his surprise she was the first one to talk. "Why do you hate me so much?" she blurted out, her green eyes searching his face for the answers. All of a sudden she seemed much younger than her years and all he wanted to do was hold and protect her. The problem was that he was the one that had hurt her all these years.
Darrien cringed, and then sighed. "When you and your mother moved into our place I had it so bad for you."
A light smile touched her lips. She remembered.
"You just had no interest in me whatsoever. My friends, however, you went through them fast, Ramona. And I looked on, feeling more and more rejected and resentful when the guys in the locker room were exchanging stories about how they’d screwed my sister."
A realization crossed over her features. Like a cloud had been lifted. But he had to wonder how could she not have known that? How could she not have seen the position she had been putting him in? How his friends would talk and exchange stories after they had a go with her?
"I-I well, I guess I never really thought about it," she admitted, casting her eyes downwards.
"That's why I get angry Ramona. You never consider others. Never. You only think of what's good for Ramona and to hell with anyone else," he stated, perhaps a little too sharply.
She attempted to pull from his embrace, but he held tight to her, pulling her back into his arms. As much as she liked to pretend that she was tough and heartless and independent, the truth was she was as fragile as anyone else, perhaps even more so. He had spent so many years battling with her, he realized that he had forgotten he was supposed to care for and protect her.
"That's a little harsh Darrien," she murmured as she laid her head back down on his chest.
Darrien continued to pick up sections of hair and allow them to slip through his fingers. He thought he might be able to do only that for the rest of the day. It was amazingly relaxing. "I know it is. And I know that you only act the way you do in retaliation for my attitude and I apologize for that. It seemed like over the years, it became second nature to be at war with you." He ran his hand down the curves of her naked body. She trembled under his touch, and clutched tighter to him. "Besides, if I was fighting with you, it took my mind awa
y from wanting to do other more inappropriate things to you."
He heard a snicker come from her, and then she looked back up into his eyes. "You mean like the inappropriate things you've done to me today?" she teased.
Growling, he flipped her over to her back, forcing her legs apart with his knee. Securing both of her hands over her head with one hand; he used his free hands to palm her breast as his lips kissed their way down her neck and to her collarbone. She moaned and bucked against him, her pussy rubbing against his leg.
Feeling the blood begin to rush into his cock, he pulled back, freeing her hands. They still hadn't had the all important, 'where do we go from here' talk. And he felt that it was necessary to have that discussed before they continued what they were doing.
Taking a deep breath he blurted it out. "What happens here at the cabin has to stay here at the cabin."
Ramona nodded. "I know."
She gave him a weak smile, which made him feel like an asshole. A-S-S-hole, as she would say it. Like he'd just used his sister to get off and now he was dumping her. Noticing his concerned expression, she added, "but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the week we have here, does it?" She reached down and grasped his semi-hard shaft in her hand. It hardened almost instantaneously.
"I hope not," he grinned, "because when I was swimming earlier I came up with many, many more inappropriate things that we need to try while we’re here."
"Really?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"Oh, yes," he confirmed.
Ramona began to kiss her way down his chest when he stopped her. She looked up at him questioningly.
"About Beth…?"
"I gave her a few glasses of wine and she spread her legs as if they were made of butter," she answered his question, before he could even finish asking it. She pushed him back on the mattress and straddled his hips, his erect cock peeped out from between her legs. Ramona grasped his cock in her hands stroking it. "Sometimes you just need a woman's touch."
I couldn't have said it better myself, he thought closing his eyes and allowing her to have her way with him.
