When Dana finally rolls off me, we’re both spent. She lies next to me, her body lax, her legs splayed open a little, her nipples soft. She traces her hand up her body in a sexy way, but it’s languid. Not trying to incite something.

She turns me on anyway. My body doesn’t respond because I’m finished. She milked me dry, but she’s sexy as hell, and that won’t change, no matter how many times I come inside of her.

“That was fucking fantastic,” I say with a sigh.

Dana giggles. “Yeah. It really was.”

She hesitates. I turn my head to her. She looks like she wants to say something.

“What is it?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Do you feel weird?” she asks. “I mean, about this? About having sex?”

I shake my head. I don’t feel anything about it at all. It’s what I’ve wanted for the longest time.

“I’m perfectly happy,” I say. “And satisfied.”

She smiles. God, she’s beautiful. Everything about her radiates with a raw and natural beauty. She’s not high maintenance like the other girls I’ve seen. It’s what I’ve liked about her from the start.

“So, you really wanted to fuck me since we were kids?” Dana asks.

I’m surprised at the way she puts it. She’s straightforward about it. It’s unlike her, but I like it. I nod.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you since just after our parents got married. But I knew I would never be able to have you. Still, you’ve always been on my mind.”

I don’t know if I can tell her that I jacked off to the thought of her all the time. Or that I still do.

Dana frowns. “So, you touch yourself when you think of me?” she asks.

I swallow and nod. I’m not going to lie about it. Her lips curl into a smile, and I’m relieved she doesn’t think I’m a perverted freak.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you’re always on mind. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Dana. Longer than I think you’ll feel comfortable with.”

Dana purses her lips together, but her eyes are still smiling at me. I don’t think she minds as much as I thought she might.

“How about you?” I ask. “Do you ever…”

She shrugs. It’s not an answer, and I don’t want to push her. I got to have my way with her tonight, and that’s already pushing it enough.

The sex was fantastic. I don’t want to dare hope that we can do it again, but she’s going to live with me. You never know what will happen. Besides, she seems relaxed about it, calm that it happened. She isn’t freaking out, even when we’re not caught up in lust anymore.

That’s a good sign.

We lie in silence for a while, lost in our own thoughts. I still can’t believe Dana is lying next to me, naked, after I fucked her. It was just the other day that I watched her hand her business card to the slick fucker who wished he could have what I have now. And here we are, after we fucked, and she’s still here and smiling. I want to pinch myself to know that I’m not dreaming.

But I know it’s not a dream. I can reach out my fingers and touch her. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her on my cock as if a ghost of her sex was left behind. Just to be sure, I lean toward her and plant a kiss on her lips. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back.

The carpet is rough underneath my back now, and the cold plays on my skin. Dana’s skin is riddled with goosebumps, and I know she feels the chill in the air, too.

“Let’s get dressed,” I say. “It’s getting late.”

Dana nods and together we get dressed. We pull our clothes on in silence. Slowly, as I pull each piece of clothing on and fasten it, making myself respectable again, the evidence of what we did slips away until we’re just two people again, standing in the empty living room.

“Let’s go home,” I say.

Dana nods and looks around the place.

“It’s strange that I won’t be able to call this place home anymore. It’s weird seeing it so empty. I don’t think I like it.”

I know what she’s feeling, but a selfish part of me relishes in the idea that she has to stay with me now, that she has no cash to arrange an alternative. If it wasn’t for her being fired and her job search not working out, none of this would have happened.

I’m glad it did. I don’t wish for Dana to fail, but this time, it worked out in my favor.

She walks through her place, switching off lights in the rooms. Finally, she’s ready to leave. She locks up, and we walk to the car together. I’m carrying two boxes for her while she carries her bags.

The drive home is quiet, save for music coming from the radio that I’ve turned down so it’s barely more than a whisper. I want her to be able to talk when she wants to. I want her to say something. I don’t know what, but this silence between us after what we’ve done is disconcerting.

“What do you think people will think?” she asks after she hasn’t spoken for a while.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s taboo for us to be sleeping together. I know it’s modern times, but not a lot of people are going to agree with what we’re doing.”

I shrug. “I don’t care what people think.”

“You of all people should care,” she says. “You have a reputation. You’re being scrutinized all the time. I don’t even what to know what they’re going to say about you sleeping with your stepsister.”

So, this is why she’s so quiet. I get where she’s coming from. I don’t like that the bliss fell away so quickly, but she makes a very good point.

“What do you want to do, then?” I asked. I have a feeling she’s going to tell me that we can’t do it again, and I’m dreading it. Now, just that I’ve finally gotten what I’ve always wanted, I stand to lose it again.

I glance at her. She’s watching cars pass from the passenger window.

“I don’t think we should tell anyone what we’re doing. Just keep it private?”

She looks at me. I glance at her, unsure.

“You want to keep doing it?” I ask.

Dana nods. “I want to fuck you, Keagan. I just don’t want the world to know.”

I can’t help it. Hearing the words from her lips turns me on. In no time at all, I’m hard as a rock again, even though I’ve just had one of the biggest orgasms of my life. I shift in my seat. Dana isn’t paying attention to what’s going on in my crotch area. Her eyes are glued to the landscape again, and I’m relieved.

A few minutes later, I pull into the resident parking and park in the bay allocated to my apartment. We get out, and I help her carry her luggage and boxes inside. We ride the elevator to my floor, and I let her walk first. When we reach my door, I unlock it for her, and she steps into the apartment.

“This is nice, Keags,” she says.

I moved recently, and she hasn’t seen my place yet. It’s a step up from what I had before. The money I’m making with my social media platform let me get a place this nice.

It’s a two-bedroom apartment, but it’s lush, with granite counter tops in the kitchen, double volume ceilings that give the place a dramatic feel, and wood-style flooring in the living areas.

“Let me show you to your room,” I say.

No one has used the spare bedroom before. It has plush carpets and a double bed. She has her own bathroom with a shower and a large closet. When she walks in, she turns around.

“This is more than I could ever hope for,” she says.

She looks emotional, and I realize that this is harder on her than she lets on. I put down her boxes in a corner and walk to her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me. She blows out her breath in a shudder, and I can feel how tense she is. This has been rough on her.

“Stay as long as you need, all right?” I say. “There’s no pressure. Take the time to get settled.”

She nods and smiles wanly at me.

“Do you mind if I go to bed?” she asks.

I shake my head. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired as well. I leave her to it, closing her door behind her, and walk down the short passage to my own room. A moment later, I hear the shower turning on. I lay down on my bed. I’ll shower when she’s done.

I close my eyes and picture her naked again. God, she was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Her breasts, her pussy, her ass. I’m getting hard again just thinking about her. But she’s also here because things have been difficult for her. I will try not to push her too hard.

The shower turns off, and a moment later, I step into my shower. I soap myself up and run my hands over my body and onto my cock, which is throbbing again. I slide my hand up and down my shaft, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as it used to be. Now that I’ve had the real deal, beating the meat comes in far second.

I finish in the shower, dry myself off, and get into bed, naked.

In the morning, I wake up from a dream where I’m fucking Dana. I smell coffee brewing. I don’t usually wake up to anything being already done in my house, unless I’ve done it myself. It takes me a moment to figure out what’s going on. When I turn under the sheets, the feeling of sex clings to me, and it all comes rushing back to me. Dana, her naked body writhing beneath mine, on top of mine.

And she’s staying in my apartment now.

She must be making coffee.

I get out of bed and realize I have a full stiffy. Morning glory at its finest. I need to wait until it goes down before I can walk out of my room. I pull on boxer shorts and a t-shirt. After a while, I’m good to go.

Dana is in my kitchen, opening all the cabinets. She’s wearing an oversized shirt and what looks like nothing else. Then she reaches up, and I realize she’s wearing shorts underneath the shirt. Her breasts look soft and beautiful through the shirt, and I try to guess if she’s wearing a bra or not.

“Morning,” I say.

She looks over her shoulder and closes the cabinet door.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” she says, and she looks embarrassed. “I was trying to familiarize myself with your kitchen. I meant to cook breakfast.”

I shake my head and sit down at the breakfast counter on one of the barstools.

“Don’t be sorry. The coffee smells great.”

When we’re done with our coffee, we get dressed and head to her apartment to sort out the last of her stuff. The team is there to cart away the boxes just before lunch, and then Dana meets with her landlord to hand over the keys. When it’s all done, she breathes out with a shudder.

“I don’t want to go through something like this again,” she says.

I nod. I wish she asked for help sooner. If she had, things might not have gotten this bad.

“Let’s go get lunch,” I suggest. “My treat.”

We end up back at my place with club sandwiches and soda. Dana sits next to me, chewing.

“So, fifth grade, huh?” she asks after she swallows.

I nod. “That’s where it all started,” I say. “And you can’t help who you fall for.”

She smiles. “We were kids.”

I shrug. It doesn’t make a difference how old I was when I fell for her. I know her better than anyone else in my life, and I know that she’s got a lot more to like than just what’s on the surface. Even though she’s easy on the eyes, that wasn’t the only thing that drew me to her.

“What about you?” I ask. “I know it must have gone away at some point, but where did it start?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Just after you came to school.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” I ask.

“Because the new kid always gets attention. I thought I’d let you have it.”

I blink at her. I didn’t know it came along that far.

“Well,” I say, taking a sip of my soda. “Better late than never.”