by Harper Bloom
“Is it?” I asked with mock innocence. I made a circle with my thumb and middle finger around his foreskin, squeezing and sliding it a half-inch back and forth across the head of his cock before finally rolling it down below his ridge.
“Very,” he growled, pushing me back onto the bed. “But I’ll manage.” He spread my thick thighs wide with his hands and worked his hips, letting the head of his cock tease against my inner lips and clit.
“God, Trent,” I moaned, trying to move my hips against his. “Please just put it in me.”
“What’s that?” He found his mark and slipped inside me, stretching my lips but keeping away from my pushing hips to keep from filling me up. “What’s that you want, Chloe?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, loud as I dared.
“Oh,” he slid another thick inch inside me with every word. “You want your big brother to fuck you?”
He filled me so completely I was at a loss for words. The way his cock curved up into me hit my front wall so perfectly that I had to strain against having another orgasm too soon, before tension built back up enough to make it worthwhile. He kept still inside me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“’Yes’ what?”
“Yes, I want my… very big brother… to fuck me.”
“Dirty girl,” he said as he pulled halfway out of me and slammed in again, right up to my cervix. I bit the corner of the pillow. It was going to be one of those nights. “Good thing you’ve got such a loving brother to take care of you.”
He started stroking into me, light and fast, each thrust pushing his cock head against my G-spot until I was screaming so loud I wasn’t sure the pillow was even helping anymore. When I began a second, thunderous climax, he deepened his stroke, his teeth gritting at the effort of ramming into my pulsing canal. That stimulation pushed me even further over the edge, as one orgasm turned into another that made me shake and gasp for air.
Trent pulled my knees up to my chest and hooked my ankles over his shoulders. He pushed into me as deeply as he could and ground his hips against mine. It felt like he would split me in two.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he grunted.
“You already are,” I gasped.
“Get ready for more, then, because… unh… I’ve wanted to shoot this load inside you since six this morning.”
He quickened his pace, slapping into me with great wet smacks as his heavy balls teased against my asshole. Every thrust made us grunt like animals mating. I had a sudden flash of us sitting down with Adrian to read the will and Trent throwing me over the table and mounting me from behind, claiming me as his portion of the inheritance.
“Yes, so… close… UNGH!” He held himself deep. Our fit was so tight that I could feel his shaft twitching against my walls as he spurted his cream inside me. His heart pounded so hard I could feel the beat against the bottom of my thighs. We stayed like that, both red-faced and gasping for breath before, just like in the car, we started each other laughing. Trent slipped out of me and flopped down on the bed beside me.
“I… I can’t believe we did that…” he said between fits of chuckles.
“I can’t believe we didn’t do it on the plane,” I lamented. “Really, what’s the point of having a private jet if you don’t use it for really dirty, illicit sex?”
We both laughed until our ribs hurt. Trent rolled over onto his side and cupped my left breast in his hand. He kissed me softly on the lips. I answered with the tip of my tongue. “That was fun.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“Do you feel… weird?”
“I had three orgasms. I feel great.”
“I mean about-“
“I know what you mean. And no, I don’t.”
“So, what do you think the chances are that… this… might happen again?”
“What are the chances you’ll be ready to go again after dinner?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Then I’d say there’s a one hundred percent chance this is going to happen again.”
“Good,” he nodded. “Things were going to get awkward if I was going to have to ravish you on the patio.”
I rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom, retying my robe. When I got there, something caught my eye: my previously-discarded clothes were gone from the floor. I almost poked my head out to ask Trent if he’d taken them, but I realized that didn’t make much sense. The door to my room was open.
When I walked in, I saw that my work uniform had been folded and set on the edge of the bed, along with a stack of other, lightweight casual clothing and some underwear. Miss Consuela. If she had come into my room to deliver the clothes while Trent and I were rolling around, she surely would have heard it with only the bathroom door between us and her. Despite my best efforts, we really weren’t being very quiet. Neither of us was used to having to be, me because nobody gave a damn about what I did and Trent because he probably lived on a private island. Even if she hadn’t been in the room in time to overhear us, she would have at least seen me passed out on Trent’s bed in nothing but my robe. The most logical conclusion was the one he had drawn: I was there to finish what we started that morning. My stomach felt like it was full of cold ball bearings. One afternoon back in this house and I’d turned into the degenerate slut Dad always told me I was, and now the one person I had left from that time who I gave a tinker’s damn about knew it, too.
I went into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I knew it wouldn’t really help the rising tide of nausea I felt, since it wasn’t like I’d just had some bad potato salad or sat out in the sun too long. I’m glad I did, though, because when I closed the door to my room, something caught my eye in the bathroom mirror: a flash of emerald green. A green dress with a fitted, scooped bodice and a flowing skirt hung from a hook on the back of the door. A piece of paper was pinned to it, a note.
Chloe –
Green is his favorite color.
-C-
God bless you, Miss Consuela. You are still the best thing to happen to me inside this house, but Trent Morse may catch up to you after dinner.
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“Kim Barker?” The nurse called from the open door. I looked up from my six month old issue of Cosmo. Oh, man. If the doctor has to see me right now, how am I ever going to find out which 101 impossible sex moves will blow my man’s mind? I gratefully set the magazine aside and grabbed my purse to follow the nurse. She wasn’t wearing scrubs like most of the nurses I’d seen before. She was wearing a short white uniform that buttoned down the front, something like a cross between a dress and a lab coat. I guess comfort wasn’t such a big deal at Dr. Nelson’s office. I had an idea of what might be, though. The nurse couldn’t have been much older than me. She was very pretty, with a high blonde ponytail and beestung lips. If she filled her uniform out any more voluptuously, I’d have wondered if the doctor was a plastic surgeon instead of a general practitioner.
She led me to an exam room. “The doctor will be in to see you in a moment. Please strip completely nude and put on the gown on the exam table.”
“Wait, nude? Even my panties?” I thought about the only other doctors I’d ever been to see, my pediatrician and the one at the campus health center. This was my first visit to a doctor since I graduated college. Nobody had ever asked me to take off all of my clothes before. Even the campus gynecologist let me keep my panties on for the first part of the exam. “I’m just having a physical for my new job. Is that necessary?”
“Dr. Nelson likes to do a thorough exam,” the nurse insisted, her porn star lips pursing in disapproval.
“Sure,” I said. That�
��s…good. That’s what I want my doctor to do, I guess.”
She nodded, satisfied, and left. I slipped out of my ballet flats, pulled off my t-shirt and shimmied out of my jeans. I folded my clothes and set them on the chair. I unhooked my bra and added it to the top of the pile. I thought about the doctor coming in and tucked my bra under my shirt. No reason for him to see all that. I hooked my thumbs into my hot pink polka dot panties then thought better of it. I wasn’t there for a pelvic exam – he was just going to listen to my heart and test my reflexes and all that. I left them on and shrugged into the cotton wrap.
I was surprised by the sound of a knock on the door.
“Miss Barker?” A deep voice on the other side asked, “are you prepared for the exam?”
I almost laughed. When I was a kid, I didn’t understand that a medical exam and a school exam were two totally different things. I was always afraid to go to the doctor because I thought at any point he could give me a test to complete and I might not know the answers. I believed this for an embarrassingly long time. I may still have believed it the first time I took off a bra before the doctor came in to check me over. I sat at the edge of the exam table.
“I’m ready, Doctor.”
I’d had this idea of Dr. Nelson being a grandfatherly type, with a shiny bald head. The man in the white coat who came through the door was anything but what I had pictured. He was in his early forties with thick, sandy hair and perfectly straight teeth in a polite smile. His chest and shoulders were broad, but his hands had long tapered fingers – they looked very graceful. I don’t know what cologne he was wearing, but the second I caught a whiff of it, my clit jolted with electric tingles. Dr. Nelson was a fox.
“Ah, you must be Kim,” he shook my hand. “So good to meet a new patient. What brings you in today?”
“Nothing specific. I just started a new job and I need a general check-up for my insurance.”
“New job?” He pressed his elegant fingers against the sides of my neck, patting down from my ears to my shoulders to feel my lymph nodes. “Would this be your first job out of college?”
“Is it that obvious?” Heat was rising in my cheeks.
“No, no,” he reassured me. “It’s just that you look so young. I’m going to have a look at your eyes and ears now.” He pulled the cone-shaped scope I recognized from every other trip I’d ever had to the doctor. He gently brushed my dark hair back from my ears, making my stomach do a short flip. I could get used to having a hot doctor, even if he is way too old for me, probably married, and almost certainly banging that nurse.
Then he did something I hadn’t ever experienced before. He looked in my ears and tested my pupils with the light the same way doctors always had, but he kept his left hand, the one not holding the scope, around my throat. He wasn’t squeezing, wasn’t even touching me with any more force than he had when he’d been feeling my lymph nodes, but something about having his thumb added to the rest of his fingers on my neck made me feel like he was in complete control of not just how I turned my head but how I moved the rest of my body. What has gotten into me? I’ve never been turned on at the doctor’s office before.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded. When I did, it felt like his hand got tighter around my throat. “Wider.”
I opened until my jaw ached over the top of his firm grip. The tingle between my legs was turning into hot arousal. He released my neck.
“Everything looks good, Kim. Let’s continue the physical exam. Sit at the edge of the exam table for me.”
Dr. Nelson circled around behind me. He put his stethoscope against my back, over the thin cotton gown. “Breathe in.”
I inhaled and held my breath, waiting for his command.
“And out.” I let my breath out in a whoosh. “Now for the heart.”
He slipped the cold disk of his stethoscope just under the edge of my gown over my chest. Nothing seemed unusual about this part of the examination at all. I must have imagined all that sexual tension when he was checking my throat. No more reading Cosmo sex tips right before seeing the doctor for me.
“Your heartbeat is a little fast,” he noted with a frown after taking his stethoscope away. “Are you nervous today for some reason?”
“Yes,” I admitted, feeling silly about getting carried away with a fantasy about doctor who was just younger and handsomer than I was expecting him to be. “It’s not you. Just going to the doctor, I guess.”
“Does it normally bother you to go to the doctor?”
“No, just…” for one crazy moment, I thought about telling him it was because I was turned on. “Just today for some reason.”
“Well, I want you to feel comfortable around me, Kim.” He put his elegant hands on my shoulders and stroked down to my elbows then brought them back up.
“I do,” I sighed.
“Good, because it’s time for your breast exam.” My stomach leapt against my ribs. Dr. Nelson pulled in close behind me and untied the wrapped front of the exam gown. He folded it back to either side of my chest, leaving my breasts completely exposed. “Sit up straight.”
I immediately did.
“Arch your back a bit, I need to be able to see your breasts.” I leaned my shoulders back until they were touching his chest. He gently pulled my hands to a comfortable position behind my back then set his hands on my shoulders again. This time, his fingers brushed my bare skin instead of my gown. It was electric. I could feel my nipples tightening into brown pebbles. He stroked down across the outer edges of my breasts and squeezed them gently.
“These are nice and firm. Well-developed,” he said, his breath stirring my hair. His fingers moved further under to cup them completely. He rolled his fingers gently against my flesh. I killed a moan by biting the inside of my lower lip. I’m so glad he’s behind me so he can’t see how turned on I am.
“Yes, very nice. Good fit for your frame.” His hands moved higher, covering and lifting my breasts below the nipples. “What is their sexual response like?”
I was trying to tilt my pelvis forward to put some pressure on my pussy without alerting him to my squirming. Apparently, I didn’t answer quickly enough because he squeezed my tits in his hands.
“I asked you a question,” he said, sharply.
“I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sexual response, Kim. It’s an easy concept.” He wasn’t mocking me. His tone was more like a teacher trying to get more thorough answers out of a star pupil who was off her game.
“Good, I guess?” He tightened his grip. This time, I couldn’t hold in my gasp.
“I see you get pleasure when they’re squeezed, so that’s one thing. What about more intense stimulation?” He squeezed and released my breasts in quick succession, kneading into my flesh with his fingers while my brown nipples bobbed along, pointed straight out. Ok, this is definitely no longer a regular exam.
“Yes,” I gasped. If he’s going to give up all pretenses that this is still a regular medical exam, I’m going to stop hiding that I’m turned on.
“How about this?” He let my tits fall out of his hands before slapping lightly at my naked white mounds with his flattened fingers. “Does that give you a pleasurable sensation, Kim?”
“Yes!” I didn’t have much experience, just the one steady boyfriend I’d lost my virginity to in college. Derek hadn’t been much for variation. No one had ever done anything like this to me before, but I knew I’d soaked my panties. Maybe that’s why the nurse told me to take them off?
“Good. Sexual response of the breasts and nipples is important to overall sexual health.” He closed his hands around my breasts again and took my nipples firmly between his thumbs and forefingers. “Are your nipples sensitive?”
He gave them a tweak for emphasis.
“Yes, Doctor,” I sighed. His graceful fingers looked so good closed around my tits.
“So you like them pinched?” Tweak.
“Yes.”
“And sucked?” Tweak.
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“Yes.”
“And bitten?” Tweak.
“M-maybe, I don’t know. Nobody’s ever done it before, not on purpose.”
“Would you like me to suck on your nipples, Kim?” Tweak.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I whispered.
“That wasn’t my question.” He twisted my nipples in his fingers as he squeezed until the sensation, both pleasure and sharp pain, became unbearable. “I asked if you wanted me to.”
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