Bdsm Sex Stories

by Olga Menson

I made a noncommittal noise and moved back into the living room. She was a journalism major and was, in fact, very good at investigation. God, thats just what I needed, Ellie watching me like a hawk. Jamie gave me a raised eyebrow when I came back into the room. I just shrugged helplessly. The irony was that if I could just tell her that I was with her best friend, she'd back off, immediately. She wouldn't ever betray Jamie. Neither would I.

  Thankfully, aside from some intense gazing, Ellie didn't press the issue any more that night. It was, on the whole, a fun and successful event, and relaxing. Jamie even managed to usher everyone out fairly early talking about how tired I had been. It helped that the weather was turning nasty and we could hear thunder in the distance. I was tired, but I wasn't going to sleep until I'd had want I really wanted for my birthday. What I desperately needed.

  Jamie had just finished showing Rebecca out. As soon as she had turned around I was on her, pushing her small body against the closed door. I wasn't rough, but I was firm. She whimpered a little, in anticipation. I pressed my body up against hers, feeling her softness yield to me, her nipples already hard like pebbles. She was so much smaller than me, it made me want to protect her. It made me want to take her. I stroked her hair how she liked and leaned in and kissed her. She responded with her whole body, the way no other girl did.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and then raised her leg and hooked it around mine, grinding against me. I was so hard that I hurt. My need to get laid was overwhelmed by my need to be with her. We spent so much time pretending, so much time concealing. We we let ourselves come out, we were barely in control.

  I reached down, pulling her skirt up, putting my hands on her bare legs. God they were so smooth and soft. I didn't care if she ever shaved but when she knew we would be together she always did. Once she knew that something that she did turned me on, she never forgot. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs completely around my waist. She was so light, so perfect. I tried to focus on walking up the stairs but she kept licking and kissing me on my neck. I made it up and took her to my room. To my bed.

  I set her down softly. Normally I could be aggressive and she was game, but for whatever reason slow and gentle seemed right for tonight. She took off her sweater slowly, letting her full breasts pop out in that perfect sexy way. They seemed a little larger to me recently, but no less firm. She unbuttoned her skirt and slid it off, taking care to maintain eye contact. The little tease. She leaned back on her arms and had her legs pressed together chastely. She wasn't fooling anyone. All she had on were the tiny black panties that she'd flashed me earlier in the day.

  "Did you get these for my birthday?"

  She answered by smiling her sinful little smile. The one she saved only for me. At first she had been very innocent. Before we became lovers she had barely even watched any porn, and even that she had regarded as "research" for how to please men. Well, how to please me, specifically. Which was flattering, but it took a while to get her to just be natural, to let herself go and enjoy herself. She was up for nearly anything I wanted to try, and for her part always wanted to engage in new, uh, roleplaying scenarios. Complete with outfits. Those nights were always fun.

  I took off my clothes, faster and clumsier than she did. I went to the bed to unwrap my best present. I slowly pulled off her panties, revealing a small, neat landing strip of blonde hair. That was new. She usually kept it natural, which was fine with me, but I guess she was still full of surprises. The soft and musky scent of her sex intoxicated me, and I could see that she was already very wet. God she must have needed me at least as much as I needed her.

  She spread her legs for me, inviting me in a way she know I could not refuse. God I loved seeing her when she was ready for me. I couldn't wait any longer. I moved over her, putting the head of my cock right at the folds of her entrance. She gasped and bit her lip, ready. I couldn't resist waiting for a moment and teasing her.

  "Please," she said in her small voice, the one she knew I could never resist. Her eyes were big and needy, the way I liked them. Even now she was still very much my little sister, trying to get her big brother to be with her. I entered her, slowly, carefully. For whatever reason the natural protectiveness I felt for her was very strong that night. It could have been all of the effort that she had put into making this weekend special. It could have been a reaction to how emotionally fragile she'd been lately. It could have been that even in my distracted state I knew something had changed.

  She inhaled sharply as I filled her then moaned deeply as took a long, slow stroke. We were alone and she could be as loud as she wanted to be. She did't talk much during sex any more, but it wasn't a bad thing. She said everything she needed to with her body. She briefly held my head with her hands so she could show me her small, loving smile, and lock eyes with me, before my steady and deep fucking made her lose focus in a series of gasps and whimpers.

  Her legs locked around mine, her left hand gripped my hair and pulled me closer as her right reached behind her and gripped the low headboard for leverage. With every full stroke she pushed back, rolling her hips and grinding her clit against me. I wasn't the biggest man, but I knew I had to be careful sometimes as she was so petite compared to me that I was in danger of hitting her cervix, which hurt her. She loved being filled completely, however. So tonight I went long and deep for her.

  "Fuck, baby, your cunt is so perfect. How is it still the best after all this time? Yours is the only one I think about any more."

  "God...talking like that...is going to make me...oh...oh..."

  As her first orgasm hit her by surprise, I felt her back arch a bit and her hands wrapped around my back in a desperate attempt to bring me closer. Every act of intimacy with her seemed to pull us closer. We were like objects in space, sometimes wonderfully together, other times frustratingly and torturously separated, only able to look and pretend. This was starting to wear on me. It didn't make me love her any less, but it did depress me when all I wanted was the ability to fuck my girl and take her on regular dates where we wouldn't have to worry about shame or judgement.

  My pace increased as I began to use shorter, faster strokes inside her wet pussy. This wasn't for her benefit, but because I was running out of self-control. She had begun to clutch and squeeze at my cock with her vaginal muscles. It made me grunt every time, which in turn raised her arousal. We chained off each other, every touch, every stimulation amplified and returned, with interest.

  "I love how you grip me baby"

  As I felt her approaching her second orgasm, I pushed myself completely inside her and worked my hips against hers, giving her both the sensation of being filled and something to grind her swollen clitoris against. I supported myself with my left arm as my right grasped her breast and played with her nipples, always a sensitive place for her. I kissed her neck.

  "Oh god. Like that. Please, please, please..."

  Jamie came like a wave rolling over her, her whole body shuddering, her cunt spasming around my cock. She was mewling and whimpering now, very aroused. I loved making her feel like that. I wanted to give her a third one tonight, one that she liked to call "deep orgasms". She told me that it was like being swallowed by a wave and pulled down by the undertow, falling into darkness, completely unable to control her reactions.

  I loved to give it to her because she needed to be with someone she trusted completely to have one. I would always do my best to be that person. I was still her big brother, even if I was inside her.

  I started to move faster and a little harder, going back to long strokes. I saw her eyelids flutter and she stopped talking, only moaning and whimpering. Her head moved side to side and she bit her lip in concentration. It began to pull her under. As I felt her cunt grip me with incredible tightness, she arched her back, hard, pressing her self against me almost painfully. Her legs were around my waist now, pulling my cock as deeply as I could go, instinctively guiding me towards her hungry womb. I was over whelmed as I heard her cry out
a scream of pleasure.

  I came in incredibly powerful spurts, my cock aching with the force. I was buried so deep inside her that I knew that I had bathed her deepest places with my seed. I leaned into her wrapping my arms around her as I felt her orgasm completely release inside her and her arms and legs went limp. I rolled over.

  I held her as she came down, pulling her tightly to my chest. I kissed her hair and caressed her as she liked. She would at times cum so intensely with me that we had a "cool off" ritual that we did. It was mostly cuddling and me saying soothing things to her, but she would stay agitated if we didn't do it.

  "That's it, Tiny. That's my good girl. You did so well, cumming for me like that."

  She whimpered and cuddled her head into my chest, which I knew as a good sign. She was comfortable, satiated, and safe in my arms. She said so much without speaking.

  I'd never been with any woman who was so sensual in the moment, or who lost herself so completely in pleasure. It was intoxicating and it made my orgasms stronger, my need to fill her more urgent. I marveled at how I'd gone from multiple partners per week to finding it unimaginable to make love to anyone but Jamie.

  The price of this intensity, for her, was vulnerability. She had difficulty with any loss of self-control, and only her near-complete trust of me allowed her to let go so completely. She said it was like falling into the most wonderful pleasure, with me to catch her at the end before she hurt herself. I know this probably sounds odd, but I think of it as a side effect of her brilliance. She thinks differently in nearly every way from me, even if we do agree on many things, so why not also with sex? If my parents hadn't been distrustful of doctors, I suspect that they would have an explanation for it.

  I didn't really care. I loved her for how she was, no matter what word you used to describe it. Tonight I had cum inside her, like many times before, but it still felt like the very first time to me, even after two years. We'd sleep in the same bed, unworried about being found out or caught. I'd spoon her and she'd eagerly cuddle into me, asking me to wrap my arms tightly around her. She might even wake me up later by grinding her incredible ass against me, something that always led to her getting fucked.

  I was so grateful for this moment. I couldn't imagine a future without Jamie beside me anymore. I slept well that night. Even with the future being uncertain, I knew that this was how I wanted to live, unashamed and with the woman I loved. Forever

  * * *

  Surprise Moves - Mike

  * * *

  Waking up in her arms without having to worry on anyone walking in on us was a wonderful gift on top of being able to make love the prior night. As I'd expected, she'd woken me up in the night by grinding her ass against my cock and I took her from behind, gently and lovingly. To me, it felt almost like we were married and celebrating our anniversary. Before I left for work I told her how wonderful the previous day was and how lucky I was. She smiled mysteriously.

  "Oh, your birthday isn't over yet. Wait till you get home tonight..."

  Well, that caught my interest. I would not be making any stops on the way home.

  I took a shower and threw on some clothes. Shortly after kissing Tiny goodbye I was driving down the interstate, about five miles from the gym where I was working as a personal trainer. It kept me busier than I liked but the work was steady, never boring, and most importantly, paid well. Well enough to put the deposit down on one of the apartments that we were looking at in Pasadena. Even as expensive as they all were, we could find something big enough for both of us in a decent area and I could make enough to pay the rent.

  As long as nothing changed in the next month or so, we should be fine. The key would be to stay on course, and do nothing that would alarm anyone. It would be odd for both of us to move to the same city, but at the same time it made perfect sense. I knew that there weren't a lot of jobs in my field here and I'd been talking for months about moving out west where I could find something more easily while continuing my education. Jamie was brilliant but didn't always do well among unfamiliar people. If she wanted to pursue some of her more intensive ambitions, she'd need to go to a school with a better name than the local state college. We'd broached the subject with our parents and they actually looked relieved that we were thinking of moving together, even if they would miss us. They knew that we would watch out for each other, although they were probably more worried about Jamie. I don't think they needed to be.

  I got off at my exit, and stopped at the light, which was blinking yellow. I noticed that the signs and streetlights were all off, leaving the busy commercial street unnaturally dark. Was there a power outage from the storm last night? I saw the gym coming up on my left. I wish that I hadn't allowed myself to be so distracted by plans and my own anxieties that I hadn't figured out what was bothering Jamie so much. I put my foot on the gas.

  My phone buzzed. I would check it when I had parked, I was dumb about a lot of things but I never texted when I was driving. It was probably Jamie, maybe even sending me a sexy selfie. I smiled as I thought about whatever it was that she had planned for later that evening. I did worry for a second that something might have happened to her or that she might need my help.

  There was a silver blur to the right, just in the very edge of my perception. I remember nothing after that.

  * * *

  Unintended Consequences - Jamie

  * * *

  I'd done all the research, I knew what was happening. Hormones shifted rapidly during the first trimester. It was normal to have an increased libido. It was normal to have rapid emotional shifts, including some mild depression. Even the fatigue I was feeling right now in the morning, when I was normally very awake and active, was perfectly normal. I saw the doctor to get the last test and she said that everything looked normal too.

  If I wasn't such a coward, he'd know how normal it was too. Then maybe we'd fight less. Maybe he'd help me come up with an explanation good enough for mom and dad, or our friends. I typically did that kind of thing, but my brain seemed stuck in either panic or fuck-me mode lately, which wasn't conducive to problem-solving.

  At this moment I was simply focused on accomplishing the task I had before me. I was headed to the mall to buy some nice lingerie for the evening that matched the rest of my outfit. Mike had shared some fantasies with me and I had done some snooping. Well, investigation really. Mostly talking to Irwin about the kind of women, fictional or otherwise, that Mike liked to talk about (Irwin was one of only three other people who knew our secret, mostly because he was living it too). Things he might not share with me because, despite us fucking like rabbits for almost two years, he still sometimes thought of me as an innocent that needed to be protected. Sometimes he just wasn't logical about this sort of thing. On the other hand, his protectiveness was what made me fall in love with him. I've always been so awkward but he made me feel like his princess. I know how corny that sounds, but its true.

  It made it difficult to prepare my last surprise of the weekend for him. I had spent a lot of time on my outfit, given that I only intended to wear it for an audience of one person. He would be thankful that his loving sister was so good at cosplay later tonight. I allowed myself to think of his face when he came home and saw me, dressed like Jill Valentine. His very favorite character from his very favorite video game, with very removable clothing, matching lingerie, and a willingness to role-play any way he wanted. It was the best gift I could think of. I hoped that he would like it.

  Tonight would be the right night to tell him. I could make it right, relaxed and romantic. I could make him see that we could be good parents together, just like we made a good couple. It would bother him but I didn't mind putting off my education by a few years, if that was what it took. I knew him. He was the most loving and accepting man that I'd ever known. He'd view this baby like I did, as a gift.

  He had to.

  This is what I was thinking about when my phone buzzed. I thought it might be him so I pulled over. One missed call, on
e new voicemail. I didn't recognize the number. I listened to the voicemail. A very solemn, businesslike voice spoke

  "This is Karen Bills with St. Raphael Hospital. You were listed as an emergency contact on the phone of a relative. It is not the policy of the hospital to provide details over voicemail but if you contact me immediately at..."

  My stomach dropped. My vision blurred. I called the number. I didn't want to. I wanted to just sit there a while, live in the time before I got the call. But I couldn't. No one could. There was only one person in my family who knew enough about technology to use the emergency contact feature on his phone.

  "St. Raphael Hospital"

  "Hello? This is Jamie Parnell, I just received a call from this number." My voice was so stable. How was it so stable? Who was this cold, unfeeling person using my voice. I was transferred immediately, no hold, no waiting. Why wouldn't they let me wait just a little longer?

  "Ms. Parnell this is Karen Bills. Your brother has been in an accident. He is alive but due to the severity of his injuries he will be in surgery for at least another hour. Details will be scarce until then. Will you be able to come and represent his medical interests?"

  His medical interests. Interests like what is his insurance and should he have more surgery or should we turn off life support. This wasn't right. I was going to dress up for him later tonight.

  "Yes, I'm coming right now. I'll inform our parents."

  Then I hung up. I texted mom. She always checked her texts and I didn't trust myself on the phone. I drove to the hospital at exactly five miles over the speed limit. No traffic stops now please officer my brother might be dying. And he's also the love of my life so you see its obviously a bad time for a traffic stop.

  I'm pregnant with his child, so it's a particularly bad time. Oh no, I haven't told him. Why would I rush that? We have so much time.