by Amy Brent
"Why didn't she come with you?"
I feel like my throat is turning dry. I feel my horny self, transform into a slightly angry self. Is he just toying with me? I can't expect myself for him to treat me like his girlfriend. I mean he hardly knows me. I feel stupid. Of course, he has a girlfriend; he probably has hundreds for all I know.
My mother turns and looks at me.
"Is everything okay?" she asks softly in my ear. Dylan's eyes flicker into my general direction. There is no way for me to answer my mom truthfully.
"Just tired," I say weakly back. She rubs my hand in a motherly way and smiles.
"Want some coffee?" she asks.
"I can get it," I say, getting up fast and heading to the kitchen, but I don't go the kitchen. I find myself in the bathroom, staring at my reflection, trying to tell myself whatever I am feeling is completely irrational and stupid. I remind myself that guy out there is my fucking stepbrother.
Just then, the bathroom door opens slightly.
"Crystal?" a voice says gently. I stop and quickly wipe my eyes. The door opens, and Dylan stands there. His face shifts and his eyebrows furrow.
"Are you crying?" he asks, almost half smiling.
"No! It's just - my allergies." I feel absolutely ridiculous.
"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," I say sharply. As if it is my business to know these things.
"I didn't know either," he says calmly shutting the door.
"What?" I ask, through a little gasp of air.
"Jessica is my ex from my freshman year of college," he laughs. "Does it actually bother you?" I chew on my cheek. Why is he laughing at me?
"Yeah...I guess...I mean - I don't know what is happening here, between us, and I feel a little crazy for acting like this." His large hands slowly caress my face. His deep blue eyes stare into me. He smells like smoke, and I breathe it all in.
"It is a bit crazy, isn't it?"
I nod slowly. He holds his mouth inches from mine.
"What are you trying to do?" I ask.
"You mean right?" he asks, tilting his head. "I want to make you feel good." In one, smooth motion, he lifts me up by the hips and drops me on the marble bathroom counter. Without giving me any time to think, his tongue dives deep into my mouth as he kisses me. His lips are soft, and his stubble gently brushes on my skin. Warmth spreads through my body. His hands trail down my back to my ass, where he grabs hard.
"I want you, Crystal," he growls in my ear. I kiss him back in response. He grabs both of my legs and rips them open, pressing his hips into mine, grinding hard. I can feel his cock under his jeans, erect and ready for me. He pushes my dress up and pulls my underwear down.
His tongue finds it's away on my dripping wet pussy, sliding up and down along my slit. My head tilts back, and I let out a moan. He moves his head faster, flicking my clit with tongue over and over. My body surges and I can feel the pressure building inside.
"Fuck," I groan, "that feels so good."
His fingers find their way inside of me, as his tongue continues to entertain my clit. My legs wrap around his face. I don't know how much more I can handle. I have been on edge ever since last night, and this is almost too much. A cry escapes my throat, but his hand lands over my mouth, cupping it hard. Dylan holds my mouth down but being controlled and dominated only turns me on more. He stands up, and his mouth finds mine. I taste myself on him. His fingers continue to nail me, as his thumb rubs my clit. My legs shake and shudder. He kisses me deep. Our mouths move together.
"Fuck me, Dylan," I beg him breathily between each kiss. "Please, I want it."
His hands fumble for his belt. My heart quickens, I can't believe that I am about to fuck him.
A knock comes to the door. I freeze. Dylan calmly zips his pants up. His hands pull my skirt down, and he pulls me down to the toilet.
"Is everything okay in there?" George asks on the other side. I almost throw up I am so nervous, but Dylan looks at me. He doesn't seem phased at all.
"Crystal isn't feeling too well," he says, giving me one last look over and then opening the door. I can't believe how he just changed the situation so fast. My stepfather stands in the doorway, peeking his head in. He sees my looking flushed and disheveled sitting next to the toilet. My hair all messed up, my lips swollen. I am sure I look very messed up, but not because I am, but because my stepbrother was sucking on my pussy. George looks at me concerned.
"You alright, Crystal."
I nod slowly, still very out of it.
"Just...my stomach," I say, slowly. My voice is a little raspy.
"Okay. I'll get your mom."
I nod and look at Dylan. He smiles at me.
"Let me get you a glass of water," he says with a smirk. I sit on the bathroom floor. Dylan slides out and heads into the kitchen. My heart finally starts to calm down. Martha and George appear in the doorway. My mom rushes in and rests her hand on my forehead.
"Are you okay, honey?" she asks.
"I'm fine, just feeling a little under the weather."
I mean, I'm not really fine. I was hooking up with my stepbrother ten seconds ago begging for him to fuck me. I'm not really sure how normal or fine that is.
"I knew something was up," she says, pursing her lips.
Dylan walks in and hands me a glass of water. His grandmother peers in.
"Are you alright, Crystal honey?"
I nod, drinking the water. My eyes land on Dylan's dark gaze and that goddamn smirk. We have a secret, a filthy and dark secret.
"I think we will probably head home," George says.
"It is getting late," my mom adds on, helping me up. "Thank you, Dylan, for checking on her."
"Of course, mom," he says softly.
He follows behind me out to the car. His hand grabs my ass as I go through the door. I whip around. That was too out in the open.
"Everything okay, Crystal?" he asks. I chew on my bottom lip.
"Yup," I say slowly, as I get into the car.
Chapter 4
Dylan
I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling, still completely dressed. There is no way I can relax tonight. The room seems to twist around me in the silence of the house. Crystal is leaving tomorrow to go back to school, and I will be going back home to continue with my life. But how can I just forget about my step sister? My cock sure hasn't, and Jesus she tastes so good, her tight little pussy, fresh and ready. I tug my cock up and down. Goddam this cock and its raging hard-on. I keep rubbing on it. I know this is wrong, but I don't give a fuck anymore. I want her. I like her too much; no one has ever made me feel like this. I push the blankets off of me. I make my way down the hallway to where her room is. I don't even bother to knock on her bedroom door. Fuck it. All of this is messed up anyway, so I think we are passed the casualties and friendly policies. I am hungry, and she is the only thing that will satisfy me.
I open the door. She is on her bed and looks as though she is fast asleep, dreaming something sweet. I hope it's about my cock. I don't hesitate. I practically run to the bed and lay over her. Her eyes open wide. I scared her awake, but that doesn't matter. My mouth meets hers, and my tongue delves deep back into that sweet place I love so much. She whimpers and is reluctant at first, but then gives in the next moment. Her lips mingle with mine. I can taste her soft tongue. She arches her back, and I can feel she is completely naked underneath the silk sheet between us. She suddenly stops and puts her thin arms between us.
"Stop, Dylan," she says, weakly. My mouth nibbles on her soft ear. She breathes out deeply. "Dylan - this...this...isn't right." My hand slides between her legs and finds her womanhood where a wet spot is on the sheets. She gasps.
"Do you think I could give a fuck about what is right?" I growl in her ear. She bites her lip. I rip my belt off, and then I grab both of her wrists and push them up against the frame. I quickly tie her wrists to her metal frame. She squirms underneath me.
"What about mom and dad," she says again. I lean bac
k, so I am straddling her, holding down on the bed. I will fuck her tonight if it’s the last thing I do. I get up and walk to her bedroom door, turning the lock. I pull my shirt and pants off, so my hard member bursts free. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of my large cock. I walk over to the bed and turn the light on.
"I want to see all of you," I say calmly, suppressing my animalistic drive to fuck her hard. I slowly draw the sheet back. Her body lies on the bed with her arms tied up over her head, her breasts out and nipples erect. Her womanhood gently covered in trimmed hair glistens at me. My fingers trace over her breasts to her hard nipples, pinching them lightly. I sit on the side of the bed, just savoring the sight of her.
"You're mine, now. Do you understand?" I say softly as my fingers slide into her.
"Mmhmm," she hums.
"Say it," I command pulling my fingers out.
"I'm yours," she whispers. I nod.
"Good, girl." and roll on top of her, pushing my cock against her clit. Her hips rise eagerly, trying to slide me in. I can feel the heat coming from between her legs. My tongue drives into her mouth. She lies utterly helpless under me. My dear little sister. God, the idea is so wrong and dirty it excites me even more. I need to take her now. My hand reaches down.
"I don't think it's going to fit," she pants. My eyes lock onto her, and I smile. I know she is as tight as hell, but I'll just have to ease into it.
I guide my cock into her tight pussy, pushing past her silky lips that protrude out slightly. Her head tilts back, and she moans out in ecstasy.
"Fuck!" she almost screams. God; her pussy feels like a fucking slip and slide.
"Try not to wake up mom and dad, okay?" I instruct, moving my hips forward into her. Slowly, cautiously, my cock delves into her, disappearing into her wet slit.
"Its - uh," she gasps loudly. "It's so - hard, Dylan." I love the way she says my name raspy.
Her legs pull my weight down on top of her. My chest feels her soft breasts. My cock finds its way deeper inside of her. Her legs wrap around my back. I know if I go too fast I might break her. She is trying to control her cries, as they turn into muffled whimpers. Her body is getting used to my large size now. I fuck her slightly faster, careful not to cum too soon, but she is already close to the edge. Crystal arches her back up. Her breath grows deeper. Her pretty face is flushed, and her eyes stay shut, as her chin tilts up. Her body tenses and then it washes over her. Her pussy clamps down on my cock.
"Ah - fuck, fuck," she screams, under my hand. Her hot breath is making my fingers wet.
I pump faster into her, driving my hard rod deeper than ever before. My hand covers her mouth as soon as she lets out a loud cry. Her pussy contracts and opens, while her legs, shake on either side of me.
"Dylan," she sighs. It's like the orgasm has caused her to melt underneath my body completely. She wants me to stop. It has been a lot, but I am harder than ever.
"I'm going to untie you," I tell her. She nods lazily still recovering from the climax.
My hands reach for the belt around her arms, and I undo it. Her arms fall to her side, but I pull out. Her body tenses at the loss of my cock. I grab her hips and flip her over with ease, so her ass is up and in front of me. I give it a hard slap. She whimpers and moves forward, but my hands keep her hips in place.
"Dylan -" she murmurs. "I -"
But before she can finish, my dick enters her fast, delving inside of her farther than before. She almost falls forward as a moan escapes her lips.
"Oh, god..."
My hand grasps her shoulder, and the other holds her hips. Her breaths turn into deep moans. I grunt with each thrust as I watch my cock emerges from within her, wet and shiny. Her ass shakes with my movement, bouncing up and down. I fuck her full force, driving into her with all my strength. I thrust back, so my cock is almost out, then slam it back into her. She cums again, but this time she isn't expecting it. Her face buries into the pillow as it overtakes her body entirely. Her pussy becomes so tight, and I might explode. My dick comes out of her last minute, as I climax onto her round ass. Pleasure escapes from every corner of my body, and it spills out onto her. My hand pumps my throbbing cock till the last drop is out. She lies still, with her ass up.
I gently wipe her off with a towel on the floor.
"Thanks," she says, laying back down on the bed. I lie next to her. We don't say anything for a long moment. I just hold her on my chest in my arms. My fingertips lightly graze her back. She nuzzles up close to me. How can someone be so perfect? She must have so many men chase after her. I hold her close, as we exist in our post-sex ease. Her fingers trace over the tattoo on my chest. I lean over and reach into my pants pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"Do you mind?" I ask.
"You smoke?" she asks with surprise. I smile.
"Sometimes."
"I don't care," she says softly.
I pull the cigarette out and light the end with a small flame from the lighter. The smoke enters my lungs, and I slowly unwind. It leaves my mouth and floats into the room.
"You're a good girl, aren't you..." I say, taking another drag. She lifts her head and squints.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
I think I have unintentionally insulted her.
"How many guys have you been with?" I suddenly hear myself ask her. She chews on the bottom of her lip.
"Why?"
"Just answer the question," I say with a smile. I can tell by the look in her eyes; she is unsure whether or not to tell me the truth.
"Just three," she sighs.
"That's great, Crystal. You have no reason to act like that's a bad thing." My hand gently plays with her long blonde hair, sliding through the soft pieces.
"What about you?"
"Hm?" I raise my eyebrows.
"How many girls?"
"Maybe sixty or seventy...I'm not too sure. Could be more." Her eyes are wide.
"Really?"
I lean my head back against the headboard.
"Really." I drop the ashes into the glass sitting on the night stand. "Does that bother you?"
"No," she says calmly, returning to resting her head on my chest and tracing the outline of my tattoo. "It's just a little -"
"What? Much," I try and guess what she's trying to get at.
"No...intimidating."
"No," I laugh, kissing her forehead. "None of them could ever compare to you."
"I bet that's what you tell all of them," she sighs rolling over off of me. I scoot close to her, dropping the half smoked cig in the glass. My arms collapse around her and pull her in. I take a deep breath of her hair. I can tell, she still has some things to learn about life and relationships, but I know I want to be the one to teach her.
"Hey," I whisper.
"What?"
"I'm serious. I have never told anyone that. I am willing to risk everything to be with you."
She sucks on her cheek and spins around, so she faces me. She kisses me slowly. She rests her head on the pillow and closes her eyes.
"So you leave tomorrow," I say softly. Her eyes flutter back open.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"That's shitty," I sigh. She chews on her bottom lip.
"I know that I will miss you." I kiss her forehead.
"I'll miss you too, sis."
Her breathing slows down until she drifts off to sleep. I don't want her to leave. I think I will go insane without her. No pussy has ever felt that good. I try to stay awake, so I don't lose a second. My eyes are mesmerized by her lips. My eyes then move down to her breasts and the mound between her legs, which has become my new favorite place. My fingers continue playing with her hair. I don't know how this happened. These feelings are so intense and real; it almost doesn’t seem real. I am tempted to wake her back up, so we can continue making love, but I know that she will need her sleep for school.
Chapter 5
Crystal
My fingers crawl across the cold sheet, searching for Dylan, b
ut he must have left my bed last night before anyone got up. I open my eyes and stare at the empty spot in the bed. He was here with me, last night, and oh my god. I giggle out loud. Last night was absolutely incredible. No one has ever made me feel like that before. My pussy is slightly sore. I have never been with a guy that well-endowed before. It is going to take a few times before I can get used to it. I don't mind though.
I sit up in the bed. I have to go back to school though. It's not like we will be able to have a relationship or anything like that. There is no way I can ever come out and openly say that I am dating my stepbrother. God, this is so damn fucked. But he is so hot and sweet, my emotional brain shouts over the logical side. I get butterflies just thinking about his face and how his square jaw clenches with each thrust, the sweat running down his chiseled chest, the veins in his arm popping as he fingers me. He is perfect.
I know I need to get up and start my day. I don't want to get back to school too late. But I wish that Dylan would come back in here and eat me out all day. That's not happening though. I sigh. I really don't want to get out of bed. Any other time, I was waking my mom up anxious to return to studying, but now I have something else I want to spend all my time on. I begrudgingly stand up and get dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I don't even bother putting on makeup. I feel like mourning since I know I may not see Dylan for years to come. Him being home is such a rare thing, I doubt he will want to change his life just for me. No matter what he says, guys like Dylan aren't really interested in me. I'm just a natural lay, that's all.
