Authors: Stephanie Brother
I nod and he looks like he can’t quite believe what’s
happening.
I feel the same.
Fifteen years we’ve been apart and even with
all that time between us I still feel like he’s my home.
We kiss some more as his hand moves slowly,
with so much gentle care, until one of his fingers touches where I’m wet and he
moans against my mouth.
“Oh god, you
really want this don’t you?” he asks.
“I do, so much,” I tell him, helping him pull my pants
over my hips and down my legs.
He’s
kneeling up between my legs now as I draw my camisole up and over my head.
His gaze runs from my thighs, so slowly over
my body, until it reaches my face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, resting his hands on
my calves, squeezing slightly and stroking upwards.
“Smooth skin, perfect curves.
You’re all grown up.”
The look in his eyes is enough to raise the
hairs on my arms. His palms graze my thighs, thumbs running up the inside, eyes
on where he’s heading and I have to remind myself to breathe.
I marvel at how natural it feels to be naked
in front of him; there’s no shyness or embarrassment.
And I want him to touch me so badly I feel my
legs shake.
“It’s okay,” Brandon says
gently. “I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.”
He pushes my thighs apart gently until I feel the air
cool against my pussy.
His thumbs press
into the crease between my leg and hip, pulling me open and he touches the tip
of his finger to my clit, making me rise up from the bed.
Leaning forward, he replaces his finger with
his tongue, and the heat of his mouth is almost too much.
“You taste so good,” he says, licking a slow line down
to where I’m wettest. I throw my arm across my eyes and relax into the
sensations, relishing the press of his fingertips into my soft flesh, radiating
strength and dominance.
Even if I wanted
to pull away I wouldn’t be able to and the thought sends a shiver down my
spine.
I don’t know if it’s the edge of
the forbidden that makes me feel so hot but when I feel Brandon’s tongue
pushing against my entrance I can’t control myself.
It’s so good but I want more. I want him so
deep inside me.
He pushes his hands underneath my ass, raising my
pussy to his mouth as though he’s drinking from a bowl.
The tip of his nose grazes my clit and I feel
him breathing against my skin.
Each lick
and caress takes me closer but it’s not enough until he pushes the very tip of
one finger inside me and presses upwards in little rhythmic pulses.
“Oh...,” I say, trailing off when he adds another
finger and taps my clit with his tongue. It’s perfect pressure, over and over,
and I’m getting so close, but it’s when he moans against me that I go over the
edge.
My orgasm starts with warmth in my
belly that spreads through my pussy and outward in pulses so strong I have to
grip onto his head and the sheets to bear it.
His fingers keep slipping in and out of me, the slick sounds and my long
moan ringing out through my apartment.
“Fuck,” he says, rising up and pushing the shorts I
gave him to wear down his thick thighs.
His cock is as beautiful as the rest of him, smooth and hard and just
the right side of big.
Kneeling between
my shaky legs, he grips it like a weapon, squeezing and pulling as though he’s
in some kind of lust trance.
I watch, mesmerized at the sight of him, the pure
masculinity of his body and the utter beauty of his face.
But it’s more.
I
see
him; inside and out.
I
know
him in a way I’ve never known a man
before.
I know that he’ll always put me
first, no matter what the circumstances.
I know he’ll protect me always, body and mind.
It’s those thoughts and the slightly
desperate look on his face that have me stirring from my post-orgasmic fog and
rising to my knees.
He’s made feel so
good. Now I want to do the same for him.
I place my hand over his and then slide up the length
of him until we are skin to skin.
Only
then do I look up into his eyes.
“Sammie,” he says, almost like a warning.
Maybe, in his eyes, it wasn’t a big deal for
him to make me come, but the idea that I might give him pleasure back seems
almost too much for him now.
I lean down and lick over the head of him, holding his
gaze as I do it, wanting to see the pure, raw desire there.
When I wrap my lips around the tip and suck
gently, his hips buck.
“Oh fuck, that
looks so good,” he mutters, moving gently in and out while I hollow my cheeks
and use my tongue to lick along the sensitive little spot that I know will make
him moan.
“Ah, keep doing it like
that…just like that,” he says, his voice cracking by the end. I hold onto his
thighs, feeling them tremble as he uses my mouth and it’s the sexiest damn
thing I’ve ever experienced.
When his cock begins to swell he pulls out, squeezing
himself hard, then he’s on me, pushing me back against the comforter, using his
thighs to spread my legs and his hands to hold my arms up over my head.
His breath is coming fast, as I know mine is,
but time seems to slow as he stills, gazing at me with such adoration I feel
tears prick at the back of my eyes.
“I can’t believe I have you back in my life,” he
whispers, peppering my face with the softest kisses.
“I can’t believe that we’re doing this.”
“But you want to?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah,” he laughs.
As if to press the point he shifts his hips
so his cock slips down through my wetness.
“Have you got a condom?” he asks and I shake my head.
His face falls; he obviously isn’t prepared
either.
“But I’m on the pill,” I say.
“If you’re clean?”
“I’m clean,” he says, “if you’re sure.”
I nod quickly, desperate to feel him fill me up. The
head of his cock presses forward gently.
There’s nothing rushed about this. It’s as though he wants to take every
sensation and store it up in his head.
He’s so big, stretching me out so slowly I want to push upwards so I can
take him all in, but I don’t.
I want him
to have this his way.
I want to give him
what he wants because that’s how it’s always been with us.
We’ve always been in harmony.
It seems sex is no different.
He shifts up onto his knees leaving just enough space
to look between us. We watch as he pushes inside me with slow easy thrusts,
opening me an inch at a time.
It feels
so good and looks so explicit I have to exhale a shaky breath.
I’m so swollen and he’s so hard it’s almost
punishing but he stops when our hips meet and he’s finally all the way in.
The grip he has on my wrists loosens and he
rests over me, bending to lick over each of my nipples with tender circles
followed by a bite that sends waves of pleasure to my clit.
I want him to move but he stays still, buried
to the hilt and it’s like he wants to mark his territory, to stake his claim on
me for as long as he can.
Maybe he’s
just too damn excited to risk moving. I feel that way too, like one or two hard
thrusts could make me gush all over him.
He still has my hands in his grasp so I can’t run mine over his short
golden hair or caress his shoulders and back as I’d like.
As if he can read my mind, he releases me and
uses his hands to clasp my face.
He
looks into my eyes. “You don’t know how it feels to be with you like this.
I’ve been lost for so long but being here,
with you, like this…it’s like I’ve finally found the thing that’s been missing
for me after all these years.”
I hold his face in my hand and stroke my thumbs across
his cheekbones.
He blinks his lovely
blue-green eyes and I pull him towards me for a sweet, gentle kiss that I know
will tell him I feel the same way.
He
moves inside me then, tentatively, watching my expression tenderly and leaning
in to kiss me to the rhythm of his thrusts. He’s got a way of twisting his hips
and nudging upwards that has me writhing, toes gripping into the sheets for
purchase.
When I reach down to clasp him
to me I feel the roll and clench of his strong ass as he grinds out our
pleasure.
“You feel so good,” I whisper, and he nuzzles my neck
in response.
“Sammie,” he says against the shell of my ear, breath
tickling the nerve endings there.
“I
love you…you’re mine now and I’m never letting you go.”
He has one hand in my hair, gripping tight, and the
other around my hip, holding me just where he wants me. I move with him,
undulating my hips to match his rhythm, slick, wet and so close to coming I
feel like I might burst with pleasure and happiness. This man, who I’ve been without
for so long, has become everything to me in such a short space of time. My
protector, my lover and still the best friend I ever had.
Brandon
My
mind is going crazy.
I can’t fathom that
I’m making love to Sammie.
Love.
The word sounds weird and foreign in my brain and
tongue.
It’s been so long since I used
it.
But it feels right when I say it to
her because the feeling is lodged inside me in the same place it used to be.
I’d gotten good at pretending I didn’t think about her or miss her.
But my heart remembers.
I’m so deep inside her I feel like I might drown.
She’s so damn tight and wet.
It’s the first time I’ve ever fucked bare and
I can’t believe how amazing it feels to have that skin to skin contact.
The heat of it is different and I can feel
the way her body responds to the way I move, tiny contractions and bigger waves
when I hit her g-spot just right.
I’ve got her ass in my hand and I can’t stop myself
from digging my fingers in hard and tugging her to me.
Her skin is so soft and the little noises she
makes hit me right in the cock.
Fuck.
I can’t think of the way
her body feels beneath mine or how much I don’t want this to end.
I’m so close to letting go and pumping her
full, but I want to hold back.
I need
her to come with me.
I know Sammie’s close because she’s bucking, her hips
shifting from slow thrusts to a sharp desperate rhythm.
I don’t know her body yet but I know
women.
I know the dirty little things
that get them off.
I know they like to
be shocked when they’re on the verge of coming.
God, the things I want to do to her.
This is just the start.
I’m going
to show her things she won’t believe.
Moving the hand that’s been gripping her hair to her
throat, I tip her chin right back, holding her head in place.
She moans, arching her back and I know I have
her with just a little bit more.
I push
the leg that’s raised around my hip upwards and hook it over my shoulder in one
smooth movement, then I reach down stroking over her ass and pressing into the
crease.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her body going tight as a bow
string. I watch her face as she comes, her eyes scrunched, lips pulled back
into a silent scream.
Her forehead is
glistening with perspiration and soft strands of her hair frame her pretty
face.
But it’s what happens inside her
that blows my fucking mind.
She goes
tight there too, clutching at me as though she doesn’t want me to ever pull
out.
I move through it all, holding her
throat tight, pounding into her to prolong her pleasure.
I wanted to come with her but I’m feeling too
damn greedy and I want to make this night something for her to remember.
Pulling out of her pussy takes all my
willpower but somehow I manage it, then I roll her onto her stomach, grabbing a
pillow from the top of the bed and pushing it under her hips.
It only takes seconds for me to position her
exactly as I want her; head turned to the side, body flat and ass in the
air.
She moans gently as I stroke up her
long legs and over her rounded bottom, taking some time to enjoy the view and
calm my own raging pulse.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her again.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell her
that enough, no matter how many years we are together.
There’s never been anyone like Sammie.
“Bran,” she says in the softest voice, so reverently
it gives me a lump in my throat.
“What is it baby?”
“I need you, Bran,”
“You’ve got me, babe. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”
I position myself over her, holding my weight on one
arm and using the other to ease my cock into her slippery pussy. She’s so
swollen it’s almost like the first time I had to force my way in.
I rest down on top of her gently until she’s
totally surrounded by me.
Sammie feels
tiny in this position, her slim ribcage now totally enveloped by my arms and
chest.
I nudge her legs open with my
thighs so I can get in deeper and she grunts like it’s too much.
I’ve bottomed out and it feels so damn
good.
“Do it,” she says. “Give it to me,” and I love that
she’s so impatient for my cock.
I put everything into my first thrust, all the power I
have in my body, using all the leverage I can get by holding her tight, and
letting out all the aggression I have to claim her.
This woman is mine, I think as I pound into
her again.
She’s mine to fuck, mine to
love, mine to protect.
I kiss the side
of her face, nuzzling her ear and taking in her scent.
I close my eyes, letting myself fall into the
moment.
Our skin is slick where we’re pressed together and I
can smell her sweat and mine.
Everything
feels raw and dirty and I love that I’ve taken this pristine, sweet girl and
turned her into the begging, moaning, slippery mess that she is.
“Oh…” she says, as I slip my hand around her hip and
pinch her clit.
“You like that,” I say, tapping it with my finger,
gently at first and then harder. Every press sends a pulsing contraction
through her pussy that feels so good.
“Yeah, fuck yeah.”
I laugh, sounding a bit crazed, squeezing it between
my thumb and forefinger, telling her that she’s my bad girl, and I love her and
I want to feel her come so hard around my cock.
It’s as though my words are all she needs because she comes again,
squeezing my cock like a vice.
She’s
gone totally limp with pleasure, now just a vessel for me to manipulate and
fill and I do.
Oh fuck I do.
I let go and give it all to her, pumping her
full of every last drop I have.
My heart is pounding and my chest heaving from
exertion and I’m lightheaded in a drug-up way that has me feeling like the room
is tilting on its axis.
I don’t want to
crush her but my arms are shaky so I ease my dick out and slump down beside
her.
She smiles at me, and reaches out
to stroke my face, eyes scanning as though she wants to take in every detail.
I understand that, because I never want to
forget these moments since she stirred me from sleep with a kiss.
“Are you okay?” she asks and I know she doesn’t mean
physically.
Am I feeling weird that
she’s my stepsister is what she’s asking.
“I’m okay,” I say because I am. All my reservations
have flown out the window because when we’re together, everything feels so
right.
“Are you okay, more to the
point?” I ask because I never would have thought she’d be ready to do what we
just did after the ordeal she went through.
“I’m fine,” she says. “Amazing.”
Sammie smiles sleepily and her eyes droop.
I wonder if the effects of the drugs are
still in her system or if she always falls asleep after mind altering sex.
I feel like I could sleep for a week.
I run my hand over her beautifully soft hair
and think about my mom. She had similar honey colored hair to Sammie that I
used to hold onto it as a toddler.
I
miss Mom. She would have been happy that Sammie and I found each other again,
although maybe a bit shocked by the developments.
“What’s your dad going to say?” I ask with a sudden
wave of anxious realization that he might be angry.
I couldn’t face being a disappointment to
him.
She blinks once as though she’s already one foot into
her dreams.
“He’ll probably start asking
you questions about wombats.”
She laughs
softly.
“He loves you like a son,
Bran.
And now he’ll have the chance to
do it again.