Keagan is better than anyone I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s because of the thrill and the danger of it all. Fucking your stepbrother is supposed to be taboo. But I liked him before my parents met, and apparently, he’s felt the same way all this time.

Or, judging by the way he came onto me, kissing me and instigating sex like it’s all he thinks about, it’s been on his mind a lot more than on mine.

I’m not complaining. In fact, I can’t even think straight enough to wonder about what we’re doing and why. I’m lost in the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of me. His grunts and my moans fill the room in harmony to the slick sound of our sex and the slapping sound of him hammering into me.

He’s stroking me in all the right places. His cock slides pasts my G-spot again and again, pushing me into a state of bliss. With his thumb, he’s working magic on my clit. The orgasm he’s building deep inside of me tightens my core. The pending ecstasy has my body jerking and spasming already.

I’m aching for a release, lust overpowering me as Keagan plows into me. All I can think about is that I want him to come inside of me. Some animalistic part of me wants him to claim me.

He keeps it up on my clit, his thumb rocking back and forth in the little space he has between his pubic bone and mine. Keagan’s fingers are rough, despite a job that’s not physical, and the friction is driving me crazy.

My breathing comes harder and faster, interrupted when I spasm a little and my breath hitches in my throat. I keep my eyes closed most of the time, getting lost in the bliss of our sex. When I open my eyes, Keagan’s blue eyes are on mine. He’s watching my face, and he has a look of satisfaction on his features.

“You’re so hot,” he says. I can’t concentrate on formulating a response. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

I nod. Keagan keeps at it, pushing into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slowly, the orgasm builds. My muscles clench, my body goes numb in all the right places, and my skin is on fire. Keagan leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting him enter me with his tongue again. He tastes like pure pleasure. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue and plants featherlight kisses on my mouth.

I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.

Keagan removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.

Keagan stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.

“Get on top of me,” Keagan commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll over and throw my leg over him, straddling him. I lean forward so my breasts are in his face, and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. I lower my hips and press my pussy onto his shaft. He’s thick and long. I wiggle my hips so that he’s lying along my slit. I move up and down, rubbing my clit against him.

The movement pulls my nipple out of his mouth, and Keagan groans, his hands finding my breasts. He pinches both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugs at them. The pain is a good kind of pain.

“Are you trying to torture me?” he asks.

I smile and nod, keeping up my rocking. I slid up and down his cock. The friction on my clit sends shivers up my spine.

I’m torturing him, but I can’t hold it much longer, either. I want him back inside of me, and now I’m in charge. I reach down, press his cock up with my fingers, and position my entrance over him. When I sit down on him, he slides into me, and we both moan in unison.

From this angle, Keagan feels even bigger, and I move a little to adjust to his size. I rock my hips a little, getting a feel for him. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me, pushing and pulling.

I lift my ass off him a little and move back and forth so that I’m sliding him in and out of me. Keagan’s mouth is open, his breathing hard. I pick up my pace, moving my hips back and forth, fucking him.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Keagan says in a breathy voice. “Fuck me harder.”

I do what he says. I buck my hips harder, fucking his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he moans.

“If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” he says.

“That’s what I want,” I answer.

I sit down on him again so he reaches as far into me as his size allows. I move my hips back and forth, riding him. My knees chafe on the carpet, the skin getting hot and sensitive, but I don’t care.

I want him to come. I want him to come because of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth. Keagan isn’t holding on to them anymore, and they swing freely. The friction, the rocking, the fucking, all turns into a primal rhythm, and I let it take over.

I move faster, watching Keagan’s face, reading his expressions. I can tell when he’s close, and when that happens, I back down. I slow down my pace, stroking him, moving up and down his shaft painfully slow, until he moans in protest, and I’m on the verge of losing control again. Then I pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, letting my body take over. When that happens, I brace my hands on Keagan’s chest and let my body do what it was made to do.

I lean forward, leaning my breasts on Keagan’s chest and move my torso while I’m bucking my hips, dragging my breasts and erect nipples across Keagan’s chest. I know he can feel me. When I stop, I nuzzle his neck and lick circles on the skin, moving up and down toward his ear lobe. When I take his earlobe in my mouth, Keagan gasps. It’s a soft spot of his, I realize.

I spend more time on his neck, moving my hips slowly up and down, sliding him in and out, taking my time.

“You’re driving me mad,” Keagan says.

His hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me to go faster, his hands guiding me. I only fight him for a short while before my lust and his win out over my intentions to draw things out.

I sit down on him again and start rocking back and forth, riding him. Hard.

Keagan moans. His eyes are on me, moving between my eyes and my nipples. His pupils are so dilated, his irises are a thin blue line around them, and he licks his lips every now and then. Keagan reaches for my swinging breasts and massages them, cups them, and pinches the nipples. I gasp.

I’ve started working up an orgasm again. My clit rubs against Keagan’s pubic bone, sending shocks of electricity through my body. My G-spot is stimulated as well, and the combination makes my body go numb again. I’m getting out of breath. I’m fit, but not that fit.

Keagan reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are warm and gentle, suggesting there’s more than just raw lust at play here. The idea that there might be emotion involved, infatuation perhaps, confuses me.

I can’t think about that now. I crushed on him at school, but he’s been my stepbrother for longer than he hasn’t been, and I don’t know what’s happening.

I shove my emotions away. I don’t want them to interfere with what I’m feeling, with our fucking and our orgasms and the bliss that has wrapped us into a cocoon that shields us from reality.

As soon as I focus on what our bodies are doing, on the friction on my clit and the hard cock inside me, the orgasm washes over me. I cry out and lean forward, my muscles clenching down. I can feel my walls contract around Keagan’s cock, and the feeling is intense. I curl onto his chest, unable to hold myself up, and open my mouth in a silent “O.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let the ecstasy take over.

Keagan isn’t going to let me ride this one out without doing anything. As soon as I’m on his chest, my body rigid and jerking, Keagan wraps his arms around me and starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out.

His cock rams into me, hard and fast, and the orgasm intensifies even more. I’m swathed in pleasure. Keagan keeps at it, bucking beneath me, using my body to take what he needs. I let myself come undone at the seams and unravel in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, egged on by Keagan’s insistent fucking.

Keagan groans, stiffening and pulling his arms tight around me so my breasts mash against his chest. His cock is bulging inside me, and it pulsates as he releases, emptying himself out inside me. His head lifts off the floor, and he buries his face in my hair. I can feel his breath, hot on my neck.

He fills me up even more than he has before, and I can feel him pumping out come along the length of his shaft. My orgasm is over, but his release triggers echoes, and I moan in his ear. Keagan’s breath is labored, uneven, and he jerks beneath me.

Finally, when it’s over, he lets go of me enough that I can breathe again. He drops his head back onto the floor. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my own ribs.

I look at him. His hair is drenched with sweat, our skin is slick where we’re touching, and Keagan’s eyes are hooded now. His lips are still parted as he tries to catch his breath.

I don’t move. Not yet. He’s still inside me, and I’m lying on top of Keagan, my breasts against his chest, my arms on the floor, and hands on his shoulders. My insides throb with the aftereffects of our sex, and I shiver. I’m getting cold.

Keagan moves his head and tips my chin up toward him with his hand. He kisses me again. This time, the kiss is soft and sensual. His tongue slips into my mouth again, and I swirl my tongue lazily around his, basking in the bliss of a good orgasm and fantastic sex.