by McAdams, Amy
That feels good.
Really good…
“Touch me little sister,” he moans as passionate takes over us.
I oblige by running my hand up his strong thigh and onto his crouch. He smiles that handsome smile.
I unzip his trousers and grab his dick under his jocks. I find it semi-hard and firm. By the time I have pulled it out from his trousers, it has firmed into a massive piece of man.
Rubbing my hand up and down his long shaft, Blake pulsates with enthusiasm.
“Yes, little sister,” he moans.
The more he says it, the more naughty I feel. I want this. I want this escape – this fantasy.
His hand rubs on the back of my head and I understand his gesture. Falling to my knees, I take his hard cock in my mouth, licking around the top of his piece.
I moan seductively as I suck on his alpha manhood.
Using my tongue, I lick up and down his cock, and run my tongue around his tip. He moans with delight – he must really like that.
“Suck it hard, little sister,” he whispers as he plays with my hair.
My head bounces on his member, jerking back and forth. Unable to control himself, he pushes his hips upwards with his cock still in my mouth. When my neck becomes tired, I hold the head of his cock in my mouth and passionately rub his shaft hard with my hand. He moans loudly, echoing through the office.
As my jaw starts to hurt, I raise my head and look at the huge smile drifting across his face. Pulling the underwear from under my skirt out, I bend over my large wooden office desk.
“Take me, big brother,” I moan.
I want this.
I push the documents off the side of his desk, leaving me enough room to hold onto. I point my wet pussy out at him, leaning forward.
“Take me hard, big brother.”
He drops his trousers to the floor and walks his hard cock towards me, pointing towards my spot. I feel his member touch me and then slide it into my wetness.
“Yes little sister!”
He is inside me.
Deep inside me.
I have my stepbrother deep inside.
I tighten my pussy around his hard cock, “Fuck yes, big brother. Fuck yes.”
It feels good to have him deep inside me. It feels really good. He holds his piece inside my pussy, his hands resting on my back.
He slowly withdraws and then enters me again. I want more.
Gradually, he pushes himself deep inside me and holds it there again. I need more.
“Do you want more, little sister?”
“Yes…”
“Say it, little sister.”
“Yes… I want more, big brother.”
Slam!
With rhythm, he starts to thrust his hard cock into me, sliding in and out of my wet pussy.
His rhythm sends me into a spin. I start to moan and he starts to pump harder.
Yes!
He holds me tight, holding me with the primal grip of an alpha man in control.
I feel him deep, deep inside me, touching me in all the right places. My pussy loves his cock. It fits perfectly. Blake is deep inside me.
But it’s not enough… I want more.
Withdrawing, he walks across to the couch in my office, where he sits and waits for my pussy.
I look at him. His eyes look at me. My heart skips a beat.
“Little sister…”
“Yes?”
“Sit on my cock.”
Sitting with his hard rock pointing upwards towards the roof, he smiles.
I slowly climb on-top of his hard cock and slowly let it slide back into my spot. Beginning to thrust myself back and forth on him, I can’t resist it.
I hold him around the back of his neck and begin to bounce with my thighs. I love his cock coming into and out of me.
“I love your pussy, little sister…yes, I love your beautiful pussy.”
“Yes, brother! Yes!”
He begins to thrust upwards into me. I hold still and he continues to thrust into me.
He thrusts me hard and every muscle in his strong body tenses…
And…
Yes…
I feel him come inside me.
Panting, I snuggle into his strong body.
We remain there for a few moments, catching our breath from this office romp.
Once I have caught my breath, I fall to the couch with a smile drifting across my face, looking over to my handsome stepbrother.
Chapter Ten
A few minutes after our lustful romp, he started dressing—rapidly.
“Are you going already?” I asked, surprised he was such in a hurry because just a couple of moments prior to that he seemed to enjoy my company.
Our sex.
And now…he was rushing as if the taxman was about to burst through the doors.
“Yes, I have to go. Sorry, but I just can’t stay any longer, I have stuff to attend to,” he said as he buckled his belt.
“Stuff to attend to? In the middle of the night? You’ve got to be kidding me! Tell me the real reason you’re in such a rush. I’m a big girl; I can take it!”
“Please understand that I have to leave. In other circumstances I would’ve gladly stayed with you …but right now, I really have to go.”
“Know that I request nothing from you after the sex we had. Don’t think I’ll follow you or whatever—I’m not a stalker, if that’s what you have in mind. You can chill out, buddy: I don’t want anything of you,” I said, trying to see if it was the real reason he was in such a rush.
But it seemed not…maybe he did want me to follow him, or he simply didn’t care about me.
So what was it then?
“All I can tell you right now is that I have to go. Nothing more, do you understand? Please stop insisting,” he said while heading to the door of my office.
Seeing this, I grabbed his hand and stopped him.
“That’s all you can tell me right now?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
He then grabbed the handle of the door and opened it.
“I’ll see you again,” he said, leaving me alone in the office half naked and with a million questions on my mind.
This was not cool.
I dressed slowly, thinking of what I’d just done and what I was going to do.
I just had sex with my new stepbrother… and I feel kind of dirty.
I have no idea if what happened was good or not; it felt freaking good though.
But his suspicious departure had put a damper on my high.
I knew that behind that pretty smile something dark was hiding, and all I could think of was bringing light to that darkness.
Chapter Eleven
I was nervous and upset at myself, and going home was the last thing I wanted to do right after I got screwed by a man I barely knew. My stepbrother.
I wanted to forget everything.
Maybe I’ll wake up in the morning fresh.
Maybe I won’t be so wretched by him and the rest of the world, both of which seem to have something against me.
And there is no way I can face my father again for a while.
That relationship will just have to rest while I get my head around what I have just done.
What could I do best in that moment?
Well there was nothing I enjoyed more than drinking a bottle of wine with Madeleine, who would never back down from these kinds of tasks.
She always understood and supported no matter what happened to me, and no matter what hour I called her, she’d be there for me.
A true BFF!
Seeing as it’s the middle of the night and I was alone and raging, I picked up my cell phone and dialed her number.
As usual, she wasn’t sleeping because she was that type who sleeps four hours a night and in the morning has the energy of two horses.
I never knew how she could do it, but I loved her for her energy!
“Hi there, I hope I didn’t wake you up,” I told her as she picked up the p
hone.
“Me, sleep? At this hour? You must’ve lost your mind. Spit it: what happened to you, that you’re calling this time at night?”
“Wine, that’s what,” I replied.
“Now you’re speaking my language. How long till you get here?”
“Fifteen minutes give or take.”
Then I hung up knowing she would be expecting me right on her front door.
I bought three huge bottles of the finest wine I could get, because that night I wanted to get wasted…and nothing and no one would stand in front of my endeavor!
“What’s with that face?” Madeleine asked as I got off the car.
She’s standing right in front of her apartment.
“Let’s have a glass and then I’ll tell you everything. I don’t want to start before that because I’m afraid I’ll break all the bottles before getting to drink any of it,” I replied.
“Girl, you’re talking dangerously! Let’s go inside then.”
I threw my coat on her messy couch and went straight for the opener. I opened the first bottle of wine then poured in both of our glasses until the wine was almost spilled over.
“Calm down, Clara. What happened to you? What’s so bad you can’t even pour the wine properly?”
After I drank everything in my glass, I told her about my little adventure.
“You remember Blake, right? You know, the man who came to my office, my stepbrother I told you about…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know about him. You told me the following day how a jerk he was to you and the rest of it. What about him?” she asked.
“Well you see, tonight I was supposed to stay behind and finish some work before the weekend came, because my boss kept telling me to do so. I don’t know how he wanted me to finish because if I let him do it, it would take him a whole year. But that’s not important!”
“Then what happened that’s more important than that?” She sipped from her glass that was still full—mine already needed a refill. “I know you’re a freaking workaholic.”
“Well you see, as I was working there alone—because absolutely everyone had left—around ten I hear a knock on the door…”
“Get out! It’s just like in those horror movies when out of nowhere a freak comes in and butchers everyone.” Madeleine laughed.
“I wish it were like that, but my story took another turn,” I continued. “After the first knock, I thought it was just my imagination. But soon after came the second one…then I got real scared. I had no idea who that could be and what I was supposed to do, because I was sure the office was empty. As I was hoping that the creature behind the door would go—no matter who or what it was—all of a sudden I heard my name. In that moment I thought, ‘Who the fuck is looking for me this late?’ None of my friends knew I was there, and the people I work with care about my fate.”
“So who was that? Who was behind the locked door?”
“When I opened the door I saw Blake standing tall in front of me, smiling as if I had begged to see him years in a row.”
“It gets more and more interesting,” said Madeleine, rubbing her hands.
“He came into my office and started talking about having fun and all that. But I really had to work, so he offered to help me with it.”
“And you accepted, I suppose.”
“Of course I accepted. On one hand I couldn’t let him sit there and distract me, and on the other, on my own I would have finished next Thursday. Anyway, we finished really soon, sooner than I expected.”
“And?”
I was expensive with my words that night, for whatever reason.
I guess I didn’t have enough wine, so I poured again another one.
“And then he started talking about my ass, how fine it is and how sexy I am…stuff like that.”
“And?” she asked again, annoyed. “I’m going to punch you straight in the face if you keep me asking!”
“And we had sex! Happy now?” I said, rolling my eyes.
“That’s my girl! Was he any good?”
“He was amazing,” I replied. “Probably the best sex I ever had in my life. But it’s not the thing; what annoyed me has to do with what he did after we finished!”
“He ditched you, huh?” said Madeleine, disappointed. “I know how demoralizing it can be—after you gave them the best of you, they run like cowards!”
“Well, yes…but when I asked him why he was leaving, he told me that I’ll figure it out someday. As if my life’s some sort of fucking puzzle. Idiot!
“Well, dear Clara, what he did in the end renders his extraordinary sex to nothing. No one needs a walking dick! Stuff him; there are a lot of amazing guys in the world just waiting for your attention.”
“I hope you’re right, but I still can’t stop thinking why he really came to my office at that hour and why he needed to find out where I was. There has to be more to it than meets the eye.”
We moved to the next bottle of wine because the first one we finished instantly. By the end of that night, we were both wasted but happy, and it seemed that nothing bad could touch us.
Chapter Twelve
Waking up in the morning, I could feel how my head was about to explode from all the booze.
But I didn’t regret a thing: I had sex, I drank, and I couldn’t care less of what others would say.
My happiness was soon terminated by a phone call.
On the line was a lady, whose words I was trying to make sense of because my head was killing me.
“Miss Clara?”
“This is she.”
“Miss Clara, I’m from the local planning office. We realized there were some inaccuracies regarding the stadium, inaccuracies you’ll have to repair. I called to inform you that you have to redesign the sports stadium you’re currently building.”
“What the? This must be a mistake. I already have all the licenses and approvals for constructing the stadium, and we’ve started the work a couple of weeks ago. You checked our project several times and said everything’s okay. What has changed?”
“Well, we realized the design is not proper for the region and the surrounding buildings,” said the lady.
“Which building, if you could be more specific? Because there are dozens of them—I can’t look at every single one,” I asked in return, waiting for a straight answer because I felt like going there and killing someone just to release the stress!
“It’s not an existing building, but one that’s going to be right next to the stadium really soon. The sunlight to it is going to be blocked by your project if it’s going to be built in the current manner.”
Hearing those words, I finally understood the purpose of Blake’s visit to my office and why he left in such a hurry.
Bastard.
He didn’t want sex.
He wanted the plans.
The plans to the new building.
His actions hit me like a hammer in the head.
That prick came to my office and had sex with me just to fool me and look at my blueprints!
His sole purpose from the first day was to sabotage me so that he could have his office building the way he wanted.
What a prick.
“Thank you, madam,” I told the lady on the phone. “I’ll sort things out my own way.”
“Good,” she replied. “We need to clear the situation before both projects go on, because later, it’ll be much more difficult to do something about it. Have a nice day.”
My blood pressure must have risen somewhere around twenty points after she hung up.
I’ve worked a lot on this project, and now a prick came from God knows where and stuffed it up entirely.
I knew my papers are all okay, so he must’ve bribed someone at the planning office to have his own way.
But I wasn’t going to let him win without a fight—this, I learned from being raised without a father.
I’m going to bite the flesh out of Blake’s bones, if necessary!
I decided to cal
l him before I do anything else, because I wanted to hear it from his mouth.
I wanted to hear those words that would say he’s to blame for all this mess.
He didn’t answer the first time I called, but I persisted until finally he picked up the third time.
He answered with an abhorred voice, as if I had disturbed him from the most important meeting of his life!
“Why did you mess with my project? Wasn’t it enough that you came to my city and I let you screw me? And now you thought to screw me in other ways too? You know this means war, and you are not going to like it!” I yelled at him through the phone.
I was pretty sure that if he were in front of me, I would break that pretty nose of his.
“Hold on…and stop yelling in my ear. Do you want to break my eardrum? What is wrong with you?” he asked, as if he had no idea what was happening.
“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? You dare ask that? You’re lucky I’m not in front of you right now, because I’d take one of your eyes out!”
“Calm down, Clara. Your threats and warrior spirit aren’t helping. I don’t have time for this shit, really.”
I couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth.
What a bastard.
He’s acting like a jerk; everything he says is only meant to serve his purposes, and he doesn’t care if he hurts anyone in the process.
A narcissist bastard, that’s what he is.
But I was going to put an end to it and wipe that smile out of his face.
I knew he was smiling—I could feel it!
“Call the people from the planning office and tell them to unblock my project. I haven’t busted my ass with this stadium just for you to come and mess it up right now!”
But he didn’t listen to my request.
“You call that a stadium?” he argued. “A bird’s nest is better looking and more resilient than that thing you call a stadium. I told you, women should mind their business and take care of shopping, stewing pans, and whatever it is women do to not get bored. Leave the more important things for men: that’s just the way it is.”
Hearing his audacity and sexism made me go crazy—I simply threw my thousand-dollar phone into the wall, tearing it to pieces.
