As I kiss her lips, tasting her, my dick getting hard as a fucking steel rod from just the mere brush of her lips and soft tongue against mine…my hand instinctively goes to her bare thigh under that too short skirt she’s torturing me with.

I feel her legs part as if in anticipation of what’s coming next.

Goddamn, if she isn’t responsive to me. I knew she would be, but still. Live and in person, she’s sexier and more tempting than I can stand.

What am I doing? This is Josie. This isn’t some random girl, this isn’t a stranger, this isn’t even a girlfriend. This is my stepsister.

The girl all those random girls were just stand-ins for.

I realize I’ve gone still, my hand firmly on the interior of her thigh, my thumb grazing the material of her panties, pressed against her pussy lips in anticipation. She’s staring down at where my wrist vanished underneath her skirt, and my mind and body go in two totally different directions— my mind screaming for me to stop, to yank my hand back and apologize, to shut her out and try, once again, to forget all about her. But my body…my body begs me to keep going.

She inhales in a strange, sighing way. I don’t know what it means, and so I bite my lip and prepare to withdraw my hand, mentally racing through apologies, wondering which one— if any— will work—

And then she slides her hips forward and back. It’s the tiniest, smallest move, one that would be totally undetectable were I watching her rather than touching her. But with my thumb pressed to her pussy, I feel every millimeter of motion; her pussy moving, my thumb pressing down to her entrance, entering her the tiniest, tiniest bit, then returning to the place just shy of her clit.

I hold steady, breathe easy. Leave my hand between her legs still. With my other hand, though, I reach forward and place my fingers under her chin. I need to see her face— I need to see her eyes.

Josie leaves her eyes downcast even as her fine jaw responds to my hand, as her face tilts upward, her perfect lips honey-peach colored in the dim light. I want to tell her to look at me, but the words are lost in my throat— I’m genuinely afraid that if I try to speak, I’ll wind up saying out loud just how badly I want to fuck her.

So instead, I move my hand. I slide my thumb up and rest it over her clit; I can feel her pulsing there even through her panties. With my other fingers, I dare to push her panties to the side, and delicately separate her folds, sliding my middle finger against her bare body. She’s wet, and it nearly undoes me.

My real undoing, however, happens when her sweet brown eyes flick up to mine. There’s no fear or worry or shock there— it’s only raw, unadulterated hunger.

I have to speak. “Josie,” I say, voice raspy. “I’ve always wanted—”

She pushes her hips down in response, and we groan in unison as my finger penetrates her pussy. It’s hardly an inch or two inside of her, but it’s everything. She’s hot and wet and tight.

I feel out of control, and I battle with the desire to rip her clothes off— literally, rip— and fuck her hard. I’ve waited too long for this; but I also know what I’m doing right now is going to ruin everything.

Still, my will is broken. There’s no way I’m turning back.

I run my hand along the side of her face, stroking it gently, trying to be reassuring— and trying to keep her eyes on mine. I swallow when she sighs and presses her cheek harder against my hand, then dare to hook my fingers through her panties and tug them downward.

I press my thumb harder against her clit, circling it until she moans and lifts her hips up to give me better access.

“That’s right,” I murmur. “I’m going to take your panties off now. Is that alright?”

“Yes, please—” she begins, but I stroke her clit again, this time sliding my fingers along her slit, releasing some of the wetness there. She nods in response to my question, a single, short motion, and then moans again as I abandon her pussy in order to draw her panties down her thighs. She has no choice but to lean farther back on the couch, to lift her feet off the ground in order for me to pull them off of her entirely. I toss them to the side.

She’s closed her legs, pressing her thighs together like she’s ashamed of what lies between them. I shake my head and reach for her knees, urging them apart. She hardly fights the pressure; her legs spread, her skirt hikes up, and then her perfect pink pussy is on display for me.

“Oh, Josie,” I whisper, standing over her, looking down at her pussy lips, at the slick of moisture between them. My eyes find hers and, with us looking straight at one another, I reach forward and slide one finger deep into her.

“Oh,” she says, first in a surprised voice, then, “Oh,” again, this time in a guttural, hungry tone. She’s hot, and her pussy grips my finger tightly. I begin to pulse it in and out of her, and she pushes her hips off the couch— keeping her eyes on mine the entire time.

“You’re so tight, Josie,” I whisper, and lean over her, bracing myself against the back of the couch. “I’ve thought about your pussy so many times, but you’re tighter than I imagined.”

“Really?” she whimpers as I begin to stroke her interior in short, hard thrusts.

“So tight.”

“Did you really think about my pussy, Xander?”

I groan at my name on her lips— at my name on her lips while my hand is on her pussy, while her legs are spread before me. “All the time. I’ve always wanted you, Josie. So, so badly.”

Josie nods, then pulses her hips against my finger, encouraging me to keep going. As she does this, she seems to be considering something for a moment. She reaches forward and grabs the waist of my pants.

“Xander,” she says in a small, excited, fearful voice. She runs her tongue across her lips, then lets her eyes drift down to my cock. It’s pressing hard against my pants, threatening her. She carefully undoes my belt, and I’m frozen in anticipation as she follows that but undoing the button and zipper holding my cock in. My member springs through the hole of my boxers, heavy and needy.

Josie’s face flushes in the most beautiful way. “Xander,” she says again, tugging on my pants until they slide down to my ankles. “I’ve thought about your cock before, too. So many times.”

And then sweet Josie’s hands are on my cock, sliding down my shaft, guiding the head toward her lips.

I groan and grab hold of her head, fighting the urge to push my cock into her throat. My fingers thread through her hair as she gently licks the head, swirls her tongue around, then slides me across her tongue and toward the back of her throat.

She can’t take all of me— not even close. I could teach her, though. I could teach her to take my cock deep into her mouth—

One thing at a time, I tell myself, moaning at the feeling of her lips against my shaft. She makes a sound of pleasure, clearly pleased at my reaction, and begins to suck on me, sliding her hands up and down my shaft as she does so.

“Wait,” I say, swallowing.

“What?” she asks innocently, looking up at me with a startled expression, like now she’s afraid that I’m asking to stop.

“Come on,” I say, reaching down and grabbing hold of her hands. I pull her to standing, then sweep her up into my arms. She’s startled, but then nestles against me as I kick my abandoned pants aside and carry her through the apartment, to my bedroom. As I do so, I’m incredibly aware of her breath on my neck, about the nearness of her mouth. When we reach my bedroom, she tilts her chin up and kisses my neck lightly, tenderly.

Somehow, this feels even wilder than her lips on my cock. I sigh and turn my head down to her, my lips hovering above hers. We breath against one another for a beat, and then I close the distance, pressing my mouth to Josie’s and kissing her, licking at her lips, darting my tongue against hers.

She responds in kind, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling up against me and opening her mouth to let my tongue in. She moans, the sound reduced to vibrations against my throat. I pull away and let her fall onto the bed. She scrambles back on the mattress, laughing breathlessly.

I pull my shirt off; the way she looks at my bare chest sends ripples of pleasure through my body. The idea that she’s waited for this as long as I have sends a more powerful series of ripples on their way.

Josie is still dressed, her panty-less pussy hidden by the hem of her skirt. She grabs hold of the edge of her shirt like she plans to pull it off, but I shake my head at her.

“I’ve waited years to see you naked, Josie. Let me appreciate it,” I say, and she flushes. I lower myself to the bed, kneeling and facing her, then take hold of the hem of her shirt. She lifts her arms up and I carefully, slowly pull it off, enjoying each second that another inch of her bare stomach is exposed. When her breasts come into view, I swallow hard at how high and round they are, hidden behind a bright pink bra.

I toss the shirt aside and study her for a long moment, until she looks down, shyly. Her hesitation turns me on; I lift my hands to her breasts and cup them lightly, brushing my hands across the front of the bra, feeling the light lift of her nipples underneath.

Josie whimpers, then arches her back forward so I can better access the bra clasp in the back. It unhooks easily, and her bra slides off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts, nipples the same color as her lips, hard and pointing at me.

“Damn, Josie,” I say, voice rough. “Your body…”

“You’re the one who’s been working out for the last three years,” she says, flushing in a way that sends redness down her collarbones and dancing across the tops of those perfect breasts.

“Only to distract myself from you,” I say, and it’s true. Hours and hours in the gym, trying to think about anything but how badly I wanted to find her, to see her like this, to lay her out and feel her body.

I reach forward and pinch lightly at her left nipple until she cries out in pleasure. She reaches a hand up and takes her other nipple between her own fingers, and the sight of her touching herself hardens my cock more— impossibly more.

No, slow down, slow down. Appreciate this, I remind myself. I’ll never get another first time with her— hell, what if I never get another time with her at all? She’s such a good girl; even if she thought about my cock, like she says she did, the odds of her deciding this is all a big mistake seem worrisomely high.

“Josie,” I whisper to her. Her eyes— which had drifted shut— open, and she looks at me hazily. “Lay down.”

She obeys so swiftly, so eagerly, that I have to grit my teeth against the need to slide my bare cock into her pussy right then. How far will she go for me? I wonder.

“Spread your legs for me,” I try, and she does, then with a secretive, naughty smile, pulls up the hem of her skirt so her pussy is exposed again.

“Oh, that pussy,” I moan, shaking my head at the sight of it. She’s so small; her pussy is so small. My cock is very big, I’m well aware of that. What if I hurt her? I can’t do that. I need to make sure she’s ready, first.

“Touch yourself,” I say. “Go on.”

She immediately lowers a hand to her pussy and begins to stroke herself lightly, running her fingers back and forth across her clit.

I can’t bear not to touch her; I reach down and slide a finger inside her, and then, when she bites her lip with pleasure, add a second. She rocks her hips against me, still stroking her clit, fucking my hand.

“You’re a little dirty girl, aren’t you?” I muse. “I didn’t know.”

“You never asked,” she pants in response, then tilts her hips to give me a better angle. I groan— I need to fuck her. I need to feel my cock finally, finally sliding into her pussy, feel her clutch me, feel how tight she is. I remove my fingers and line myself up with her entrance—

“Wait—“ she says, the words choked. I stop and look into her eyes. She looks like a wild thing, hair messy, eyes sparkling, lips parted and flushed.

“What is it?” I ask hoarsely, fighting the urge to barrel forward. “Should I grab a condom?”

“No, it’s not that. I’m on birth control. It’s…I’m a virgin,” she says, her cheeks flushing brighter still. “I’ve done— I’ve done plenty, but I’ve never had—”

My brows lift, my jaw nearly drops. A virgin? This girl, my stepsister who spread her legs for me, who looks like she needs to be fucked more than she needs air to breathe…is a virgin?

I was about to take her virginity, I realize, and the weight of this stops me in my tracks.

My stepsister. I was about to be my stepsister’s first time. What the hell is wrong with me?

I move back, and Josie’s eyes furrow. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to. I just wanted you to know first.”

“We shouldn’t,” I say, and all the power and need and want filling me is not in a head-on-collision with how insane this is. What am I doing? What are we doing?

“I want to,” Josie protests, shaking her head. “I’ve wanted to for a long time. You’re not making me.”

“That’s not the point,” I say, and grab a pair of sweatpants from the top drawer of my dresser. I yank them on hastily to cover my still raging erection. “There’s a reason we never did this before. We both know we can’t. That it’s—”

“We weren’t adults before. We both know what we’re getting into now,” Josie says, sitting up and sliding her knees together. She looks worried now rather than desperate. And she should be worried. We should both be.

“I’m your stepbrother. You used to follow me around like a little kid.”

“I wasn’t a little kid. I was fifteen, and had a serious crush on you.” I find a t-shirt in a drawer and pull it on, like the more layers of clothing I can get between us, the easier this will be.

Josie stands up, the look in her eyes— and the confidence in her stride— proves to me once again that she’s now all woman. “I haven’t had sex before because I wanted it to be with someone I trust. Someone like…you. I want you.”

God, those words— they’re nearly enough for me to yank my clothes right back off again. I close my eyes for a moment. “You called me tonight for help, not to get laid.”

“If I’d known getting laid was an option, I’d have called you long before I needed help,” she says. She shakes her head. “Don’t stop this now.”

“Josie,” I say firmly, closing my eyes again. “This can’t happen. I shouldn’t have started it. I shouldn’t have—”

“Xander—“

“No.” This time, my word is firm, powerful. “No. Let me call you a cab. Do you need money to hold you over till your cards are replaced? Never mind— I’ll just give you some cash and— yeah. I think you should go.”

She’s silent for so long that I have no choice but to meet her eyes, and I immediately regret the choice. To say that she looks hurt isn’t the half of it. She looks…embarrassed? Humiliated? Shocked?

Josie takes a step backward and folds her arms across her chest, covering her breasts. Her brows knit together, her lips part, and then she turns sharply and bolts from my room.

I exhale, then grit my teeth as I hear the sounds of her grabbing her things, flinging her clothes on. I fight the urge to go after her, but instead force myself to stand still until I hear the sound of my apartment door slam shut.

And then, as quickly as she re-entered my life, she’s gone from it again.