Second Chance with Stepbrother

 

Chapter 1

Sam

Jordan pulls the tight black shirt she threw at me down. My cleavage spills out, and she smiles at herself in a satisfactory manner.

"Perfect. Now you are looking hot as hell, Sam" she says turning her head, so it touches her shoulder. She, Carly, and I are all wearing practically the same thing - a tight black shirt, and a pair of jeans with boots. The only real difference is our shoes and our jackets are very different. Mine’s just a jean jacket. It isn't anything too special. Jordan flips her long brown hair over her shoulder.

"You're totally going to get laid tonight, bitch!" she laughs hitting my shoulder playfully.

"Doubt it," I say back to her shaking my head.

"Hey! Be confident," Carly rocks on heels that are freakishly tall and to me, look like a straight nightmare to try and manage walking in. "You have a killer bod, and look at that smokey eye."

I glance back in the mirror, my makeup does look decent, but only because Carly did it. She isn't in college with Jordan and I. She's going to cosmetology school, and is up for the weekend to stay and go out. We were all lucky enough to go to high school together and remain friends through all the years. Jordan is the one who manages to snag all the men and win their hearts. They are drawn to her like magnets are to metal, like they cannot resist her right from the moment she walks in. Carly and I are just two pieces to hold her up as she grazes through the bar picking the best meat. This is the reason why she wants to go out almost every night. But not me. I just recently ended a three-year relationship. Well - I should say it was kind of mutual.

Yep, Micah Jones is a complete asshole. The only good thing about our relationship was the sex, and that honestly wasn't even that good. So here I am, going out to try and find another man to get my hopes up on and then get ghosted over. It was Jordan's idea to drag me out like I am her pet project. I don't mind though, I need the help. This being single thing is a whole new territory for me.

"Well, should we head out ladies?"

Carly smiles approvingly, and I roll my eyes. I want to say no. But it’s our last semester of college and I have been flaking out on them so much. I figure I can grin and bear it one last time. Part of me cannot help but feel a little hopeful for finding someone. We pile into the cab. Carly and Jordan are obviously enjoying themselves, but my stomach is turning, my nerves are rising, and I think I could be sick. I keep imagining that I might run into Micah. There is only one good bar on campus, and it is always packed. I glance out the window. Jordan senses my apprehension. She rests a slender hand on my forearm.

"Girl, chica. You know if Micah is there we will leave right away."

I close my eyes and tilt my head back.

"Sam, you look so good. He probably won't even want to talk to you. He will just want to go like sit in the corner and cry," Carly adds on, boosting me up.

I laugh at that.

"I hope so; I hate that fucking pig."

It's not true. I don't hate him. It's been six months since we broke up. It seems like forever ago. There was one time we hooked up last month. I went over to his house and sat on his dick, hoping that maybe I could change his mind about ending things. He just flipped me around and asked to do anal. I left feeling like complete shit. That's the last time that I got laid and Jordan is convinced to wave a magic wand and bless me with a large cock inside of me tonight. I wish she actually had that superpower. It would be really convenient.

Inside the club, Dave's, the music is loud and they are playing some old rock and roll song mixed with techno. It sounds absurd, but there are still people dancing and grinding on one another. Their hips press into each other as they rotate back and forth. Sweat drops down off their bodies and skin as they rub against each other in a drunken phase. Its dark in the bar and that makes people feel safe, but the colorful strobe lights cast harsh light onto their faces for a split second. Carly grabs my wrist and pulls me to the bar.

"Three jagerbombs," Jordan says, sliding her debit card across the bar counter. The large male takes it. He is pretty hot, with dark round eyes and teeth that are super white. He has a unique look for our college. He makes the drinks, and when he hands them to Jordan, he tells her not to worry about the bill. He took care of it. Jordan giggles like she finds him cute. I feel bad for the guy. Jordan hasn't bought a single drink all semester. We take the red bull, jager concoction down in one slurp. It definitely isn't something I am proud for, but I will need the shot if I plan on surviving this night. My eyes scan for Micah, but I just see waves of more students leaking in. I relax a little. Jordan shoves a vodka cranberry into my hand.

"Here!" she shouts in my ear.

"Thanks," I say, lifting it up to cheer. Our glasses clink together, as they come together.

"Let's go dance!" Carly shouts over both of us. I would much rather stay in the corner of the bar in a booth and sip on my drink. Safe in the corner where no ex can come creeping along behind me. But we have no choice. Carly darts through a wall of frat boys who part like the red scene as Jordan walks through them. Their eyes scan over her perfect, round ass. They don't even see me. I am just her shadow. Carly slides into a small pocket of air and starts flipping her hips side to side. It doesn't take long until a guy appears behind her. His hands rest on her hips and they start dancing. She is already drunk and starts to laugh. Jordan leans over into my ear.

"That's the dude - from her calc class. The one she was talking about early!"

"Nice," I say bobbing up and down, focusing more on my drink than anything. The night continues. Carly leaves the bar with her calc man. She promises to text us both when she gets home. Jordan continues to fight off the waves of men that go after her. She keeps looking at me. She doesn't want to feel guilty for leaving me - the poor pathetic friend, sulking over the ex. It only makes me feels bad she has to pity me. I should have just stayed at home. I am starting to think that their bringing me out was a pity invite, especially when the hunk of a bartender from early waltzes over and whispers something into Jordan's ear. He must be off the clock now. Jordan looks at me with a sad expression.

"Go dance with him!" I shout over the pulsing music. She mouths “are you sure,” and I nod my head. The bartender slides an arm around my friend's thin waist and they disappear into the crowd. Now, at least I can step off the dance floor. My feet are starting to kill. My phone vibrates in my pocket. It's Jordan telling me she will find me in "like thirty minutes." I shake my head. Whatever that means. I text her back okay and am surprised to find an empty booth. It's the back so no one really wants to sit here unless they are loners, which I am. So, this works out perfectly.

I stare at my phone for a while, trying to look like I am supposed to be waiting for someone in case anyone sees me and wonders what I am doing. I try to tell myself that no one here is sober enough to care about what you look like. I chew on my lip. I should probably just go home. I am in a vulnerable enough position that Micah could just come through the door and catch me alone. I'm buzzed enough to entertain the idea of speaking with him at least, and the last bits of my logical thinking brain is trying to push that all out. I decide to leave. I can see Jordan and the bartender are sucking face in the back of the bar behind the door, and Carly is long gone. I stand up slowly. I wish I wasn't letting this pity party wear me down, but it seems like a lost cause. The alcohol makes me feel sad, and I don’t know why. I walk through the club and crowd of people, when suddenly an elbow flies out in front of me, close lining me.

I tumble backward and land on my ass.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry."

A handsome face emerges from the crowd. He scoops me up fast lifting me off the ground. "Are you okay?" I take a minute to regather myself but he continues talking. "I was waving to my friend. Jesus - I didn't even see you." I shake my head.

"I'm fine. It's okay."

"Here," he reaches an arm around me. "Let's go outside and get you some fresh air."

"I'm fine really. I was going to leave anyway."

"I can buy you the cab. You took a pretty hard hit down."

I know this is no point in trying to get him off my back. He seems so adamant. I smile half-heartedly. "Okay."

He stands in front of me pushing people to the side. He is so tall, they all move without question. I think it’s a bit much, but I don't fight it. We make it to the exit and slide out through the door.

In the street light, low and heavy, I can see his face, and God, is he hot! He has a square jaw and a slightly crooked nose. His eyes are a dark brown, but his hair is a sandy light color. He looks at me and smiles, and I can't help but smile back. I think he might be a male model like for one of those rugged sportswear magazines or commercials with the guy hiking by himself through the woods, holding an ax.

"You sure you are okay?" he asks, nervously. He leans down to be eye level with me. He is acting like I have a concussion.

I nod.

"I've been hit way worse."

He reaches out a long arm. I can see the veins on his forearm from an intense gym routine.

"James," he says.

"Samantha," I say back taking his hand. "But everyone calls me Sam." My heart races; his hands are slightly calloused, but they make my skin tingle.

"So, Sam..."

My heart flutters a little when he says my name. What is going on with me? "Are you sure you want to call it quits on tonight."

I cock my head. I could say yes, leave, go home and probably cry as I feel bad for myself. Or - I could say fuck it and risk one night with this beautiful angel.

"I'm not sure."

"Let me buy you a drink. I feel horrible for hitting you and you are sexy as fuck - I mean...I'm sorry. I'm kind of drunk. You are absolutely stunning."

I smile.

"Okay...I'll let you buy me a drink."

"Not here though. I know a much better place."

"Do you really?" I ask shocked.

"Oh yeah. Just trust me."

"Okay," I say with a laugh. "It goes against everything that I believe in to trust a stranger." He leans down and kisses me fast. My heart almost drops. His lips are so soft and warm. I lean for more, but he pulls back with a smirk.

"What was that for?" I ask, breathily, totally taken aback. My heart is racing in my ears. He smiles, an enchanting, charming smile.

"So we aren't strangers anymore."

I blush, my cheeks are bright red. I hope he doesn't notice.

We walk down the sidewalk together in a slightly drunk phase, laughing and joking. I can't believe a strange guy that hit me right in the face makes me feel like we've known each other for years.

We stop in front of a dark building.

"What is this place?" I ask.

"Come on." He takes my hand, and I freeze.

"Everything okay?"

"You aren't some rapist or something?"

He laughs.

"No...but are you?"

"No," I shake my head.

"Okay good. I was a little nervous."

I let out a loud belly laugh. He leads me into a small bar. Its full but there's still room to move and breathe. A live rock band is set up on a makeshift stage, playing some music. James walks up to the bar and orders us drinks.

"This place is cool," I say as he leads us to a small table.

"Yeah - it is where all the grads kids go. Less rowdy for sure."

I smile.

"You seem to be pretty rowdy for me."

He laughs.

"Well, I figured no one would knock you down here."

We hold each other's gaze a little bit longer than normal. I feel a swirl of butterflies in my stomach, and I feel warm. I bite my lip and he leans in to kiss me, this time it is long and slow. I suddenly freeze. Am I making the right choice?

"What?" he asks. "Wait – no, I'm sorry. I shouldn't."

He leans back, but then something snaps as if my brain turns on. I lunge forward in the seat and kiss him. Our lips meet once more, and he tastes like the bourbon that he is drinking. His mouth opens and his tongue slides between my lips.

"Mmm," he hums. "You taste good."

I pull my head back. My body feels like it has awakened. It has been so long since a kiss has felt so electric, making my pussy scream out as if warm liquid leaked into my stomach and down into it. James looks at me his eyes hold mine for a long time. It's almost like he has hypnotized me with them. No random guy from the bar has ever made me feel so turned on. I know I want him now, but part of me is nagging in the back of my head telling me that one night stands are a bad idea. I have never had a good one. He gently tucks my hair behind my ear.

"I usually never say this...and I know I shouldn't, but do you want to go back to my place?" The question lingers in the air for a moment. My whole body once depressed suddenly feels alive and ready. It is screaming yes, but it is currently fighting my brain. "But no pressure, or anything...I don't want you to think that I'm like that -"

"Yes," I hear myself say out loud. He smiles and his hand brushes against my shoulder.

"Well, then - let's get out of here."

We topple into a taxi waiting outside of the bar. I lean against his arm in the car. His hand rests on my thigh. I ache to have his fingers crawl up toward my center, but he is being gentle. I mean we did just meet. I feel like laughing like a school girl suddenly. Here, I am on my way to a stranger's house, but it doesn't feel like that at all. There is something so unique about him.

" I - uh - I apologize about the mess. You know - roommates and stuff."

"Don't worry about it."

"You don't seem like the average girl," he says suddenly. I lift my head up. The taxi hits a bump on the road and our heads bounce with the motion.

"What do you mean - the average girl?" I ask.

"You just...seem better..."

He leans down and kisses me again. The warmth builds even more. God, am I getting wet just from kissing this guy. Either it has been a very long time since I have gotten any action or this guy is that good.

“I mean he is like the hottest guy I have seen on campus, but you are pretty drunk Samantha,” I remind myself.

I focus on his face one more time to double check my drunk goggles aren't too thick. No - still fucking hot.

The taxi stops outside of a college home. The school flag waves on the front porch. I suddenly become nervous. What if his roommates see me? Will they think I am some slut? But the drunk part of my brain barges in and says fuck it, who cares. He steps outside after paying the cab and opens the door. I climb out fast and we walk up the porch. He stops before putting the key in.

"So I guess this is when I kill you?" He winks. I slap his hard muscular chest.

"Shut up," I squeal.

"The only thing that is going to take a hit is my pussy."

He looks at me and his eyes widen.

"I thought you were coming over for tea and scrabble?!" he says sarcastically. I throw my head and let out a loud belly laugh. He continues, sweeping his large arm underneath me and scooping me up. "But I think I can make other arrangements."

"Please," I say.

He carries me up the stairs in the quiet, dark unfamiliar home, and up to his bedroom. He sets me down in the doorway. I'm glad for the alcohol or else I would be very awkward and nervous. Instead, an animalistic desire burns into me, and I grab him. My mouth finds him and moves into his desperately. He wraps his arms around me. With one kick, he shuts the bedroom door. I'm grateful his mouth is so foreign to my ex's. His stubbles rub against my chin as his tongue dips into my mouth. His lips travel down my neck and to my shirt where my cleavage spills out. He sucks on my soft skin and I whimper. I can feel his cock pressing into his pants. I cannot believe this is happening I repeat over and over in my head. I cannot believe this happening and I want more. I sense the hesitation of his hands. They stay close to my hips. I arch my back forward so he understands he can do anything to me. He slams me down onto the bed, our hips grind into each other, dry humping each other. I eagerly tug at the bottom of his shirt excited for what it covers. It's too dark for me to see, but I run my fingers along a chiseled six pack and wide hard chest. I don't think James is real, or maybe I am just really drunk.

He goes for my shirt now, pulling it up and over my head. I let out a sigh as his hands reach expertly underneath my back and unclasp my bra. My breasts spill out and his mouth finds them, lapping at them. My hips seize up and push deeper against his crotch. I need these pants off of me. I struggle for my zipper and he helps pull them down off my legs, right along with my underwear. Now, I am completely naked and the cool air hits against my sopping wet pussy. He undoes his belt, so his pants and boxers come off, revealing a large, throbbing dick. It is much bigger than Micah's. He leans into his nightstand and pulls out a condom. He eases the rubber sheath over his shaft. We both are panting excitedly. We are getting straight to the point. Usually, I need time to wake everything up, but not with James. My body only needed a few kisses from this guy and it is ready to go. James grabs a hold of his raging piece and guides it into mine. I let out a low moan of pure euphoria as he stretches my pussy, pushing into it. His hips rock back and forth as he slowly enters me. A sensation that I have never felt before takes control of my body. No one has ever made my pussy feel this amazing, just by being inside of me.

"Fuck, you are so tight," he murmurs breathily, continuing his charge. With each thrust, I feel waves of pleasure grab a hold of me. My legs lift up and wrap around his back pushing him deeper into me. He grunts, falling forward, so his chest is on top of mine. "Holy, fuck," he whispers, burying his face into my neck. His thrusts grow harder, I can feel his balls against my ass as he pounds into me. His pelvic bone rubs against my clit, rubbing it back and forth. I bite my lip, trying to hold back a scream. Holy crap, this feels too good. I gasp, as his cock pulls out of me. He flips under me, pulling me on top, so I slide right down his glorious shaft. His hands grab my hips and ass as he bounces me up and down. My head tilts back as my body becomes one giant feeling of ecstasy. I am not sure where his cock begins and my pussy starts. We feel connected as his shaft drives into me. His hands find my breasts and he holds them. I fall forward into his chest. My ass rises and falls onto his cock. I close my eyes.

"I'm going t-"

My pussy takes over and fills me with intense contractions around his cock. I shudder and moan as the great feeling washes through me. James holds me down onto his chest. He pumps his hips driving himself into me. He cums at the same time as well. I can feel his dick throbbing as it spills his semen into me. He grunts as he cums, and then we lay still for a moment. He gently rocks his hips. I whimper as my body still feels pleasure from the movement. He slowly pulls himself out then, careful with the condom. He cleans himself up. I lay there still my head is spinning as the alcohol wears off, but my body feels like it is melting into the bed.

"How are you doing?" he asks, standing by the bedside. His chest rises and falls as he breaths. My eyes flutter open.

"I'm fine," I say with a smile. Do I leave now? I'm not too sure about the etiquette of one night stands. I know Jordan usually leaves as soon as she is done, but she also manages to bring them to her house so she can just kick them out. "Can I get you some water?" he asks.

"That would be great," I say, sitting up. I notice my necklace is all tangled around my neck. I unclasp it as he disappears into the dark hallway. I hear his footsteps. I pull the bed sheet over my naked body. I decide then that I will leave as soon as he returns with the water. So it won't seem rude that I am trying to rush anything. Or - maybe he will be up for round two. I would really like that. I reach down and pull out my phone from my jeans' pocket. Jordan has tried calling me about fifty times. I text her and tell her I'm with a guy. She responds back with a winky face and about a hundred questions demanding details about James.

The bedroom door opens and James returns with a tall glass of water and gives it to me. I can see his chiseled figure in the dim light coming in from the hall. He sits at the foot of the bed. I guzzle the water I am so thirsty. I forgot how much of a toll drinking can be on your body. He looks at me.

"That was fun," he says with a kind smile. "You are pretty incredible."

"Thanks...so are you," I nod, this is my cue to leave then I suppose. I awkwardly push the blankets back. I don't know if I feel comfortable with him just being able to look at my naked body. My hands reach for my bra.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Uh - getting ready to go..." I say slowly. The alcohol is still in my brain, and I have to think hard to sound sober. He rests his hand on my forearms and jerks me forward on top of him. I fall on him, so our naked sticky bodies are back on top of one another. He feels so nice.

"Don't go - not yet," he murmurs his hands slide down my back and over my ass. I feel my center heating up again - fast. He kisses my neck, taking his time and being gentle. Each touch of his lips tickles and sends shivers down my spine.

"What time is it?" I ask breathily. There was no way in hell I could ever walk away from this. I can feel his cock twitching as it grows under me. It’s hard enough for my pussy to grind against. My clit rubs back and forth on his tip giving me a lot of pleasure from the motion.

"Who cares?" he says again. "I just know that I want to fuck you again." I smile. I know he can't see it, but everything he says makes my skin feel like it’s turning to liquid. This is what it must feel like to be with someone actually good in bed; his hands creep around and find my pussy. They slide into the wet hole and move gently running, rubbing against my G-spot. I tighten and my hips press onto him, moving my clit furiously against his boner. I don't understand how a one night stand can feel so good. Is it because there are no strings attached, and it is only about feeling good. No - this is different. I gasp as his mouth finds my breast, and his tongue licks at my nipple.

"I want to taste," he says from under me. "Sit on my face."

I don't even have enough time to process his command. His hands land on my thighs and he pulls me up onto his mouth. My stomach clenches as his tongue slurps between my inner lips and dives deep into me.

"Oh, my god," I say. My hips start to rock over his face. His hands hold onto my ass. The warm damp heat of his mouth sends me into a flurry of sensations. A tingling builds deep inside of me and it oozes out to my toes. Micah never made it feel this good, so electric and full of lust. I want more.

Then suddenly, I want to disappear and die in a grave. The door swings open fast. Light floods the room and exposes my backside. My stomach hits the floor as I dive off my seat on James' face to the ground on the side of the bed. I scramble for any clothes I can find on the floor. A pair of old sweats and a dirty t-shirt is what I manage to throw onto my body in a mad scramble. James sits up in a panic.

"What the fuck!" he shouts.

"No! No! You don't get to what the fuck me, you fucking stupid son of a bitch!" a female voice screams, high pitched and painful. A clock flies past James' head and almost hits me. I duck. My drunk brain is running a thousand miles a minute. Run the sober parts screams, but it seems like my ass has been super glued to the floor or something because I don't dare move. The young woman bursts in, more things are fly to James, a few manage to hit him.

"Maggie!" he shouts, a few times!

But the woman is just screaming and crying. I understand. I'm not mad and I don't blame her.

"Who the fuck is she? Where is she?" Maggie marches over to where I sit crouched in her boyfriend's clothes. James looks at me then at her. His mouth is still wet. It is not a good look at the moment.

"She is no one, Maggie! Leave her out of this!"

My legs finally decide to work. I manage to teeter up, avoiding the deadly stare of Maggie, and also the look of James.

"So she is just some fucking little whore then?" Maggie screams.

I keep my head low and look out of the room, down the hall. Two of his roommates are in the living room. They stare at me while I struggle to open the door. Finally, it opens and I stand in the cold night with nothing but strangers clothes on. I forgot my phone. And what little amount of pride I have left is keeping me from turning back and knocking on the door. I have a feeling that I wouldn't be able to get my stuff back for a while. I stand dumbfounded and still drunk on the sidewalk. I do what any rational college person would do. I throw up and then start to cry. It is so late, there is no one awake right now to help me or let me borrow their phone. I take a look around and see a green street sign hanging slightly behind a tree. I walk over to it. I'm only a 30-minute walk from home. It won't be fun, but I can make it. But another realization sinks in. Micah lives right down the street. I chew on my lip and head toward my ex's house. I suppose I know now how much pride I do have left, and it is not much.

I knock on the tall wooden door. The one I used to have the key to where I just walk in and be greeted with a kiss and usually food. A place where I could land on the couch and snuggle up to watch movies all night. But the door opens slowly. A familiar face stares back at me.

"Sam? What the hell are you doing on my doorstep at 4 am," he stops and really takes it all in - "in, dudes' clothing." My haggard appearance tells him enough. He clenches his jaw and his eyes narrow. "What the fuck do you want?" I almost tell him the story about James and his girlfriend, and how I went out to the bar to forget about them. But I am in enough control not to let that slide out.

"Can - I just uh - borrow your phone to call a cab...and some cash?" I ask. He stares at me.

"How much have you had to drink?" No, he is acting like a father who is severely disappointed in his daughter.

"I'm fine. Just, I don't have my phone or wallet."

He wants to ask me more. I can tell by the way he is staring at me. But he fights the urge to ask. He knows it's for the best.

"Here, he says. He reaches into his pocket and calls the cab. "It'll be here in 5 minutes."

"Thanks," I say softly. I feel like a disgusting pathetic creature. I fold my arms and my teeth begin to chatter. Micah reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. He throws it at my face.

"I'm going to guess the guy didn't pay your services." And with that, he shuts the door in my face.

I wake up the next morning in my bed, still wearing his clothes. My head thuds violently.

"Sam," Jordan says softly leaning over the bed. Her hands rest on my shoulders. My brain takes a few minutes to turn on, but it feels like absolute shit.

"How are you doing?" Carly asks. I slowly sit up on the bed. Carly is holding an ice pack to her head. Jordan stares at me.

"What are you wearing?" she asks.

I close my eyes. It all just seems like such a blur. I can hardly remember anything. "It's a stupid long story," I sigh falling back into the bed. The shirt smells like the dude and it makes me want to throw up. It was obviously not a good night.

"Well, we got time." She is poking and won't stop until she gets something out of me. I throw my hand over my eyes to try and prevent any more pain from the morning sun.

"I met a guy -" I begin.

"Who?!" Carly interjects. I feel her body land on the end of the bed. My brain racks for information.

"I honestly can't remember. What time is it?"

"Its four pm," Carly says nonchalantly. This jolts me awake. I sit up and stare at them.

"Are you serious?"

They nod their heads.

"What happened?" Jordan asks. "What do you remember."

"Uh, this guy... I think his name was Jim or something like that. We hit it off. I went back to his house..."

"Did you fuck? Are those his clothes?"

"Yes to both things. I can't remember much, but I guess he has a girlfriend and she walked in. I kinda ruined it for her and for myself."

"Holy fuck. You are a little homewrecker," Jordan laughs shaking me. "What an asshole though."

I nod. I don't know how I feel about the whole thing.

"I remember liking him though," I say softly. "He was so nice. I didn't get cheater vibe at all."

"Oh, honey," Jordan presses her cold hand on my forehead. "Those are the best kind of cheaters. I'm just glad you got some dick."

I shake my head and laugh.

"It was a pretty good dick too."

Jordan high fives me and then pats my head gently.

"I'm sorry, he was so shit though, but don't worry, there are plenty of cocks floating around waiting for Samantha's pretty little pussy."

"Yeah, me too...that was a serious ass hole move. I hope I never see him again." I lean back in my bed. I doubt I would even recognize him if we ran into one another. My hand reaches up to pull on my necklace, a nervous habit I developed years ago. It's gone. My rose necklace is gone!

"What's wrong?" Carly asks.

"My necklace - the one my mom gave me...Fuck - it must have come off last night. Not only do I not have my phone, but I lost my necklace." I cover my face with my blanket and let out a muffled scream. Jordan pats my leg.

"Oh, honey...it's okay..."

"Maybe, he can give it to his girlfriend," Carly laughs. I pop back out of the blanket and glare at them both.

"That is not funny," I say.

Jordan stands.

"Don't worry. We will all laugh about this in a few years," she says.

"I hope so." And with that I fall back in bed, trying to piece back the night, but it is all a jumble. I'm glad I can't remember much. Less detail for me to feel embarrassed out.

 

 

Chapter 2

Sam

 

"Thanks for meeting me for lunch," my mother says, picking up her mimosa. Some of the orange juice and champagne sprinkle onto the white tablecloth.

"Yeah. I'm glad I am able to grab some time with you, mom." She smiles and takes a sip. I stare at mine. It’s the eve of her wedding to her second husband, Stanley Gold. I have only met him once. They have been traveling around for most of their relationship. He owns an international company across Europe and my mom goes with him everywhere. I am happy for her. They met as soon as I graduated college and I got a job out of state as an editor for a fashion catalog. So after five years of dating, they finally are getting married.

"Stanley is so excited to have you here," she says again placing her hand on my arm. I smile and stare at the mimosa. "And I just want you to know that it might feel strange or weird about having a stepfather but I promise that he is wonderful."

"Mom, I'm really happy for you two!" I reassure her.

"I know, but I just know we haven't been as close as we normally are these past few years, and I worry about you. "

"I'm doing great; you don't have to worry about me."

She raises her eyebrows and stares at me.

"Well, and I feel guilty that we never discussed your break up with Micah. I mean, I was so busy with my own thing, I guess it’s been a long time?"

"Mom!" I slam my hand on the table. I didn't mean to go that extreme, but I am very annoyed. "Micah and I are done forever now. That is the last time we will ever get back together. So, stop stressing about that on your wedding." I lean back in my chair and take a second to compose myself. Micah and I got back together right after college, but the relationship was rough and draining. I finally caught it off.

"Okay...okay...but you know Stanley's son will be here and he has a lot of friends who will be attending the wedding."

"Mom," I drag her name out and put my head in my hands. "Enough."

"I want this to be fun for you."

"I know," I smile. I need to be nicer. She is just doing what mothers her age do when their twenty-seven-year-old daughter is single and nowhere near signs of commitment. She is also swimming in pre-wedding glory and her belief in romance is renewed. "I don't need a guy to have fun. I will have an amazing time here as long as you do. This is your day, not mine. I am the last thing you should worry about."

"I love you, Sammy, but I am your mother. I only worry about you," she sighs, clasping my hands hard in hers. I squeeze her hand back.

"I love you too, mom."

We make our way out of the small restaurant and head toward the resort the wedding will be held at tomorrow. It's a small venue in the north, by a clear lake and forest, providing a very romantic and natural feeling. Tonight, we will have the rehearsal wedding and dinner. This is nothing too big. Their second time around, both my mom and Stanley wanted to have something small and intimate. So here we are. It is a quick walk back to the resort hotel, but when we walk in I see nothing but swarms of distant family members.

"How many did you guys invite?"

She looks at me and shrugs.

"Maybe too many? But now it will be more like a party."

"Let's meet back down here at six, alright?" she asks me. I nod. She knows I want to avoid conversation with most of these people. I make my way up the grand winding stairs in the new cabin themed resort and into my room. I pull out the dress I packed to wear tonight and set it on the bed. My eyes stare at it for a long time. Perhaps it is too formal. But then I remember my mom talking about Stanley and his wealthy business. I think back to everything we talked about over lunch, and how lonely I am. She shouldn't worry about that stuff. Suddenly, a feeling to have Jordan with me creeps up out of my stomach. We hardly kept in touch over the last few years since our lives were so busy, but she would know what to wear and how to flirt with my new step brother's friends. That's right, my stepbrother. I find it hilarious I don't even know his name. I walk over to the shower and turn the water on. I wonder what he is like and if he likes my mother. I'm sure he does; she is wonderful. Does he have handsome friends?

The idea of a bunch of men downstairs turns me on slightly. I could have my pick. I need a little fun after the whole Micah incident. It's just like that one night in college. I can barely remember it, but I know that I went to Micah that night, and that's how we started talking again. But fuck him. I tilt my head back. I deserve a man, not some weak little I couldn't outgrow. But a real man who knows how to please a woman. My hand slides down my leg. Maybe one of these men can come stay with me tonight, help me forget. My fingers find my clit. One of them could fuck me all night long, driving their long, hard shaft into me. He could hold me down and reclaim my body. Micah was the last one to have me. Fuck - I want someone to grab my hips and fuck me from behind, making me scream into the pillow while I cum on their shaft. I need that. I need a hungry mouth to sit on top of and lick every inch of my slit, till his mouth is wet and my cunt is dripping.

 

Chapter 3

James

 

Jesus, there are a lot of people here. I didn't know the old man knew so many people around. I chew on my fingernails. I'm just glad he is happy. It's only been three wives before this one. She seems different though, Tonya, a lot nicer and hella hot for an old lady.

That's your new mom, I remind myself.

I take a swig of my beer. Stan leans over in his chair. We are sitting at the head of the room on a slightly elevated platform looking over the other guests. It's the same place the wedding reception will be held, but it's not decorated or anything, so it just looks like a big room with table and chairs full of people. I look at my dad's dark brown eyes.

"Have you seen, Samantha?" he asks," or even met her?"

"Who?"

"Tonya's daughter," he nods. I mouth oh, and shake my head no. I should try and remember her name. He's told me several times, but I always forget. I have been working so hard on the family business out in Europe that I have hardly been in the States. Dad is getting ready to retire here in a bit, so I have to make sure I know everything. Steve, my best friend whips his head toward me. He's like my brother, so my dad gave him a spot at the table with the family.

"Fuck, Tonya's got a daughter."

I shrug.

"Yeah."

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tonya is hot as fuck, so I bet her daughter is too. I mean look at those tits. They still have shape and she's like sixty."

I crack a smile.

"Steve, quit being such a savage, eh?"

Steve rolls his eyes and his shoulders shake with stifled laughter.

"Says the man who ran through every girl in college," he says, jutting an elbow into my chest. I roll my eyes.

"That's not true, it was not every girl."

"Oh - I am sorry, just the tens."

"That's right."

We high five like high schoolers and then break out laughing.

Tonya leans over to my dad. She looks nervous; her red lips press together and her penciled in eyebrows furrowed.

"Should we start? I don't know why she is late? We can start."

Stan's hand rests on his future wives.

"Five more minutes, Tonya. Sam could just be nervous. You told me she was having a hard time with the breakup."

My ears pick up, so she is single.

She nods and her head snaps back and forth. My eyes trail across the room. Honestly, it is so big and full of people, I don't even know how we are supposed to pick any one out of here. I take another long drink out of my beer when Steve's hand lands straight on my chest.

"Dude," he says softly. I almost spill beer over my suit. I set the glass down and look at where he points. There on the other side of the hall, almost running toward us comes Samantha, my new step sister. My mouth drops open. She is absolutely stunning. Her hair is long and tumbles along her thin shoulders, resting on top of large voluptuous breasts. Her hips sway with each fast step, but it's her face that makes my cock go hard. She looks like a movie star with that wide, doe shaped eyes and red pouty lips. Steve leans over in my ear.

"I know it's not the normal thing, but I want you to know that I plan on fucking your sister."

I laugh.

"She's my step sister."

"So - I won't feel any guilt when I am driving into her tight ass tonight."

My erection grows at the idea of taking her from behind. She promptly sits next to her mother. Damn, I have never been more jealous of a chair. Her breasts push against the table and almost spill out of her tight black dress. She apologizes to her mother, who gives her a quick squeeze on the hand. But I want to be squeezing her tits. Jesus. I didn't know someone so beautiful could exist. How did my dad not prepare me for someone has hot as her. It should have been the first thing he mentioned. I know I won't forget her name now.

"Okay," Tonya says to Stanley. Who smiles, and clinks his fork against his glass to begin the speeches. He introduces us one by one, and when I stand, my eyes meet hers and lock on. She has the prettiest eyes. I chew on my bottom lip, trying to fight the boner that just gets worse. I wonder what those eyes look like when she is on her back cumming on my cock. Jesus! I shout in my head, forcing a smile on my face for the family friends.

"Thank you for coming to celebrate my father's marriage to the lovely Tonya," I start my speech, thankful the table is high and no one can see the bulge under my pants, trying to burst out of my boxer briefs and lunge at my step sister. "We are very excited for them and tomorrow shall be a wonderful day." I can feel Samantha's eyes hovering over my body. I wonder what she thinks of me. Everyone claps lightly when I sit down. The servers come out bringing drinks. I am quick to grab one. Steve leans over.

"Fuck."

"What?" I ask.

"How am I supposed to eat real food, when all I want is a taste of your sister?"

"Will you stop calling her that? I have never even spoken a word to her. She is more of a stranger than anything." Her eyes fall on us. She knows we are talking about her. I almost choke on my drink. Steve shakes his head.

"I think she likes me."

I roll my eyes because I want to be the one whose face is buried between her legs. Is this some cruel punishment by the universe? To have the hottest step sister right there and never be able to fuck her. I think I might go mad if I don't get to have sex with her. The dinner is served.

"Dad?" I whisper.

"Everything is really going well tonight, isn't it?" He says with a grin.

"It is amazing," I nod. "How come you never introduced me to Tonya's daughter?"

He looks confused.

"Samantha?"

"Yes," I nod. Obviously, that is who I am talking about it. We both look over at her. She takes a bite off her fork. Her soft lips wrap around the metal utensils, but all I see is my cock between those two pink, plush lines. She moves her arms to dab her mouth and her tits well when her arms push together.

"Because you two were never in the same country until now," he laughs shaking his head. I nod, remembering that fact, but still. He should have at least warned me, so I could have blown my load instead of letting fill my cock. "Why?" he asks.

"Curious...is all. She is quite lovely." I mean she is the hottest woman I have ever seen and I want to tear into her right now.

"Yeah, and I want to fuck her," Steve adds in, tilting forward in his chair. Well, there it is. I cringe, she could have heard that. Stanley laughs and turns to face Samantha. He shakes her arm to get her attention.

"Samantha, as I am sure you know now this is my son, James, and his best friend Steve."

I give a quick smile. I don't want to come off as so interested.

"It’s great to finally meet you, especially now that we are sharing parents," she says with a quick grin. I smile back. I can barely handle her smile when it’s directed at me. And her voice is so musical and low. I wonder what her sex noise is.

"It is," I agree. Think of something to say! I scream in my head.

"I'm glad our parents found each other," is what comes out of my mouth. But between the noise and crowds of people, it gets lost and she just sits politely and stares at me. I shake my head. I can hear Steve snickering next to me. I suddenly feel as though we are both in high school or something. I will have some more time to talk to her after dinner I decide. But then again, what is my motive? It's not like I can actually fuck her...can I?

 

Chapter 4

Samantha

 

I chew on my food. Holy shit. How did mom never mention that my step brother was this hot? He is so tall and ripped. His perfect square jaw clenches down as he eats. He even has a bit of silver coming into his sandy brown hair. I slide my tongue across the front of my teeth; he looks like he could be my age.

The dinner is over and people are beginning to get out of their seats. Do I stay? Should I go talk to him? Fuck! I don't know what to do. I mean he is my brother now, so I feel like talking to him should be so easy. I mean we are family now, so it's not like there should be any weird pressure. I look at my mom for cues, but she is so deeply in love with Stanley I don't seem to exist. Our eyes make contact for a minute longer. I hardly notice there is a reddish haired friend who is obviously interested in me. James stands up and pushes his chair in. Holy shit he is coming over to talk to me. He smiles again to reveal perfect teeth and my stomach flips. Don't be nervous, I say in my head. This is your family now.

"Hey," he says sitting down in the chair where my Aunt was, but now has dispersed into the mob of family and friends. He leans back, his fingers play with the stem of my wine glass. "I figured since we are siblings we should get to know one another." Something in the way he says that, makes my body stir a little. His eyes trail down my dress; whether or not it was on purpose, I cannot help but slightly become aroused. I cross my legs and clear my throat. I feel the wetness between my thighs. I doubt this is the typical reaction you are supposed to feel for you step brother.

"I've never had a brother before," I say calmly. "Or a sister."

God this sounds way more sexual than it should.

"I've always wanted one," he responds coolly. My clit jumps.

We stare at one another. What is going on here? There is a moment of silence. He shakes his head.

"But it is nice to finally meet you."

"I'm surprised we haven't met before," I add on.

"I know. Someone as beautiful as you, uh, I mean - I am surprised Stanley and Tonya didn't try to introduce us. I'm sorry, was that weird?"

"No," I smile lazily and watch him closely. Something about him feels safe. "I'm not sure the proper step sibling etiquette, but if it helps I think you are also rather beautiful."

He blushes, and I find it adorable.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing we aren't actually related."

"Why?" I ask cocking my head. I know why, but I want to hear him say it. Something about his voice turns me on. He smirks a dark and wicked smile. He leans into me, so his mouth is inches from my ear and his breath tickles and sends shivers down my spine straight into my pussy.

"I don't think these are things brother and sister usually discuss."

He leans back and I want to pull him back onto me. But then again, I suppose he is right. Perhaps we shouldn't engage in whatever dark thoughts are inhabiting our brains. I am not sure how the family would react. He watches me, waiting. It's clear we both want one another. I can feel the tension oozing out between us. It's starting to find its way to me and burn between my thighs. I suddenly stand.

"I should say hi to the family," I stutter out, maneuvering past him and walking down to the other tables. But I feel his eyes on my back and watching me, hovering over my body with desire. I like it. I sway my hips more with each step. There is something exhilarating in having someone want you as much as you want them, even if that someone is my step brother. I know I have self-control. His eyes stay on me as he watches me. Never once does he look away. He's too thirsty for me.

Finally, everyone settles back into their rooms. I return to mine, tired of forcing a smile. It took every fiber of my being not to return to James, but I know that I have to keep away from him, or else I might end up underneath him. The image of his backside plowing into me excites me way more than it should. I grab the handle on the doorknob and push in. My fingers stretch out the wall where I find the light switch on the wall. I flip it up. A scream catches itself in my throat I almost fall backward. James is standing by my bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I choke out. He furrows his eyebrows and licks his lips.

"I really didn't mean to scare you.

"How to fuck did you get in here." My hand is resting on my chest. My hearts are racing five thousand beats per minute. Maybe that's why he is single because he is one molester or rapist. James turns to face the open patio door.

"I - uh, scaled the patio. You're one room above me."

"You can't be serious," I say completely stunning in disbelief. He wipes his forehead and nods.

"You know in hindsight it’s a way less romantic gesture than I imagined it would come across."

I giggle slightly.

"Romantic - with your step sister?"

He walks forward so we are inches apart. His breath falls into mine and if I stretched onto my tippy toes, our lips would meet. I can feel the heat between us like a magnet. My pussy starts to melt again and I almost moan, he turns me on just by his sheer presence.

"Yes." His fingertips graze my shoulders slowly. My body shivers. It’s wrong I tell myself. But is it? He turns his head slowly. "I want to be romantic with my step sister." He bites his lip. Is he going to kiss me? I lean forward slightly, my body yearns for him to take me, but we just inch apart from one another like lovers about of fuck. His fingers fall off my shoulders. He closes his eyes. I don't dare move. I want him to rip my clothes off and put himself inside of me. My body is on fire. I feel my heart beat inside of my pussy. Yet he stays frozen.

"What are you doing?" I ask softly.

He opens his eyes and breathes through his nose.

"Resisting."

The word falls on the top of my tongue, but I am not brave enough to say it. What good could come from a having an affair with my step brother? My brain tries to find some sort of answer, but the only thing I can think about it how great the sex would feel. I can see he is well endowed and something tells me he knows how to use it.

"I should go," he says slowly. My heart drops in and I take a step back.

"Yeah, big day tomorrow with our parents getting married and stuff."

He smiles.

"Crazy, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Our parents getting married."

I smile and nod.

"Yeah."

It's just empty conversation. We aren't going acknowledge the fact we want to tear into each other's skin, or that he snuck into my room. He makes his way to the door, I hope he turns around and comes back.

"Have a good night," he sighs.

"You too."

"I won't..."

"Why not."

He opens the door and steps into the hall.

"I'll be too busy thinking about fucking you." And with that, the door click shuts. I hear his footsteps echo through the halls as he makes his way downstairs to the room below me. I collapse on the bed.

Holy cow. What just happened? I start to giggle into my pillow like a school girl. Nothing seems to be making any sense anymore. I lay there still. My heart remains beating like it is some type of giant drum. I hold my breath. How am I supposed to sleep? My fingers creep down into my soaking wet pussy and they try to alleviate some of the stress. It's not happening. They are not nearly as wonderful as what James' cock must feel like inside of me. I toss over and squirm out of my clothes. My naked body rests against the cold hotel sheets. I wish I was on top of James. My thighs tighten as my pussy screams for him. I flip back onto my back and stare at the dark ceiling. This is going to be torture. I just know it.

 

It's morning. The day of my mother's second wedding. I slowly sit up on the bed. The phone is ringing for my wake up call. I pick it up and slam it down, ending the piercing ringing. I throw on a bathrobe and make my way down the hall to my mother's room. I tried to wake up before her, but I am sure that she is anxious and probably didn't sleep much. I move through the hotel and knock on my mother's door. It flies open and she stands to stare at me with a wide grin.

"I need a drink!" she shouts. Usually, I would argue that it is eight o clock in the morning, but last night with James has made me in dire need of some sort of relief. We order two mimosas via room service and start getting ready together. I am the only person standing next to her during the ceremony, as James is the only one standing for his dad.

"Mom?" I start as I do her make up. "Do you like James?"

"What do you mean?" she asks back fast, staring at me in the mirror.

"I was just wondering. It's a bit odd that I have never met him before. He's nice."

"Oh - James is quite the little charmer."

"Why have I never met him before?" I ask her.

"He works for his dad in Europe. Does all the serious training. He is never still."

"So he does pretty well?"

My mother nods.

"Yes he does."

"Cool...he will be a great brother," I half smile. I don't know if I will ever have the strength to see him as a great brother. She changes the subject than about what necklace she should wear. I don't prod about any more information on James. Today is about her and I don't want her to think I am interested - even though I am interested.

We finish getting ready. My mom wears a simple white gown and I wear what she has picked out for me. It's not the most flattering, definitely more along the lines of what she would wear, but I don't fight her on it. It's a grey shift dress that just hangs right off of me. At least James might lose all sexual attraction to me at this rate and then we continue on acting the way step-siblings are supposed to act. We make our way down to where the ceremony is being held. The family has started to arrive and find their places. It's far more relaxed than a big budget wedding, which helps take off some of the stress. My mom squeezes my hand. I am going to walk her down the aisle. We wait to stand in the small lobby right next to the outdoor area, where chairs are set up in rows and a small wedding arch is in the grass. The view of the forest and hills are pretty behind it and makes for the perfect backdrop. People find their seats; its finally time for the ceremony. I haven't seen James yet and my stomach is already in a ball of knots. My mom takes my arm as we begin to walk. Some workers open the door for us. The sun shines down in the early morning, warming the patio. Familiar and unfamiliar faces turn to face us with smiles, but I am glued to James. He stands next to his father in a steel gray suit, with a navy blue tie. His deep brown eyes gaze at mine and slightly sparkle in the sun. The suit is tight across his broad chest and arms. I think I might faint, he looks so hot. We stand across from one another near the wedding arch, where an officiator takes over the ceremony. Our eyes hunger over one another. I can feel his gaze piercing through this shift of a dress to my naked body, but I don't feel ashamed. I want him to see me completely. The hot burning in my legs fills every part of me. I feel so awake and ready for him. I try to focus on the ceremony but it seems almost impossible. How can I do anything when he is here looking at me? I take a deep breath and silently pray that the ceremony will be over with soon so I can return to my normal life without my sexy stepbrother hovering around me, and he can go back to where ever he goes and then it will be over.

After the ceremony, the reception follows for a late lunch, early dinner. James and I sit on either side of our parents during the meal. I can sense him though, every movement he makes I am super aware. Every so often, while we eat, we glance at one another, but our eye contact doesn't last. It’s as though we have some shameful secret I think to myself.

And…we haven't even fucked yet.

Jesus, it's a good thing. I try to remind myself it is a good thing and not just what I should be thinking. Our parents finally have their first dance, and now they no longer separate the space between us. I take a long sip of my drink avoiding eye contact now that having a conversation is unavoidable.

"You look lovely," he says. I almost choke on the glass. Now we are suddenly acting so formal.

"In this?" I say slightly shocked. I am basically wearing a paper bag. He smiles.

"Of course in that."

I shake my head.

"Than you must be blind."

He laughs tilting his head back and gently touching the stem of his drink.

"Our parents look happy, together."

I glance over at the pair twirling in the center of the room to some classic love song from the seventies.

"They do look really happy." I suppose this going better than I thought it would.

"Do you think that they would be upset if they found out we were sleeping together?"

I almost choke again, but this time I am not drinking anything.

"What?" I cough out and sputter. He turns to face me and leans over to me across the two empty chairs. My eyes dart around the room. Is anyone else seeing this - or is it just me? No. Everyone is watching our parents in their newlywed bliss.

"I asked, about your opinions with our parents knowing that we are sleeping together."

"Well - we aren't sleeping together, so I don't see-"

"Yet," he nods.

"What?"

"We aren't sleeping together yet."

His deep voice sends my body into slight shivers. I should pull back now while I am ahead, and steer away from him, but I can't. There's something about him. He flashes me a smile, and I suddenly feel like I've known him for years.

"And what makes you think that I would want to fuck my step brother?" I ask; my voice raises the word fuck. He smiles.

"I just get this feeling?" I notice his legs slightly drift apart, probably to give room to the erection, I can see starting to rise between his legs and bulge in his pants. I bite my bottom lip. He is not the only one very turned on.

"Well - I think that you are wrong," I say slowly.

"Wrong?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

He's closer to me, sitting in my mother's chair, leaning forward. I can feel the heat from his body drifting off his and onto mine. I can barely handle the eroticism. My legs clench together, and I chew on my fingernail ferociously to give my mouth something to do besides wanting to kiss him.

"Because we are like family now," I say fast and underneath my breath. I suddenly become aware of every person in the room.

"But that's a logistics thing. We aren't really family." He drags out the word family and raises his eyebrows. "We just met. We aren't related. So I don't see why this is an issue?"

"So then, what are you proposing exactly?" I ask. "Because I disagree that there is no issue."

His hand runs through his light brown hair pushing it off his forehead. He looks so casual and calm, like this is some normal routine.

"I'm not sure...I just know what I want."

We stare at one another. The music ends and people begin to clap and cheer. I turn fast, and my hands clap harder together. I use the end of the dance, to get a break. The tension between us is so much, I can barely handle it. The music picks up again and now other people join in to celebrate.

"But how do you know what I want? Maybe I don't want to have sex with you," I say softly, shooting him a glare. This surprises him. He rubs his hand against his perfect jawline, touching the stubble.

"How about you come back to my room and we can discuss what you want?" he says with a smirk. I laugh out loud. It's a nervous laugh because my body is screaming yes to go with him, but my brain is reminding me that it's our parent's wedding and leaving early would be shameful and wrong. And on top of that he is officially my step brother. If I go with him now, it might be impossible to stop.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm here for my mom." Something about this connection is so strange and powerful. I try to gain control, but I feel like I have a buzz from talking to him. I stand up awkwardly. He looks surprised.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere where you can't seduce me anymore."

He smiles and takes a sip from his glass. My mouth waters as I watch him like he is some meal I know I shouldn't eat but want to so badly. I am standing now and would look stupid if I sat back down next to him. And without saying another word I walk down to the dance floor and out to the bathroom. Its empty inside of the single toilet bathroom. The kind that is set up to look like a bathroom in your house. I stare at my reflection. My make up has already started to smear and it's not even late. I rub underneath my eyes. I hear the doorknob shake.

"Just a second," I shout out. It stops and I fuss with my face until I am satisfied with my appearance. I walk over to open the door, but James is standing in the doorway. He smiles.

"Hey," he whispers and then in one swift movement, he slides into the bathroom, pushing me back in. He grabs me from around the hips, pulls me in and kisses me. Our lips meet and his mouth is so warm. His tongue gently slides between my lips and I feel my heart thudding deep in my chest. That warmness reappears inside of me and takes over. He kisses me again and again until I am swelling. I push against him, letting my body ride onto his and rock my hips up into him. He suddenly pulls back. He licks his lips fast and smiles wide.

"I don't know what is happening," he says, "but I want you more than anything...more than anything I have ever craved."

"Just shut up," I say to him, bringing his mouth back to mine. I know if we talk about it, then I might start to think and talk rational, and then I might just walk away. I don’t want that!

The small confines of the bathroom begin to heat up. He holds me against the wall. My hands attack his body. They travel up and down on his chest, feeling his muscles and definition. He wastes no time either, pawing at the ugly gray dress and reaching underneath it to where my wet chasm awaits. Usually, I would think things are moving way too fast, but for some reason, it feels so right. I whimper as his fingers find my clit and bury my mouth in his shoulder to stifle the sounds coming out of my mouth as he touches me. No one has ever made me feel this good, just by touching me. Fuck. I think I want to have sex with my step brother.

 

Chapter 5

James

 

My cock is throbbing and aching. I can feel it pushing against my pants, everything is building inside of me as blood rushes to between my legs. Her mouth is so warm and soft, but it’s the feeling of her pussy and my fingers that makes me harder than rock. It’s like I need to fuck Samantha more than anything, to be inside of her and to make her cum, but that might be too much for her. I couldn't tell if she was being hesitant or flirting with me, and I know it's not the most polite thing to barge into a bathroom and grab someone, but fuck. I can hardly stand it, she turns me on so much. I need more. My mouth travels down the side of her neck. My heart is racing and it feels like it's on my cock, and with each beat, my dick pulses with excitement. My hands push the sides of her dress up exposing her black lacey thong. She arches her back, and I know I am allowed to begin tasting my meal. My teeth bite gently on the underwear and pull it down. Her legs are already shaking, but when my tongue finds her clit, her body seizes and her head tilts back. My tongue works along with her slit as it tastes her delicious juices. I reach up and grab onto her ass. She moans between her teeth trying not to make too much sound, but I am hungry for her, and my face buries itself deeper into her pussy. My hips rock against her leg, as I enjoy the pleasure of taking her in my mouth. She tastes so good. I can feel her pussy throbbing as I lick it, letting it become so wet, so my dick can slide right in.

But then a knock, loud and hard bangs on the door with a thud. I ignore it hoping they will notice the bathroom is locked, but Samantha freezes. Her hands land on my head as she suddenly loses her balance. She almost falls over, but my hands grab her hips, and I help her steady herself.

"Occupied," she stutters. I stop and look up to her from where I kneel on the cold tile floor.

"You okay?" I ask.

She nods and takes a deep breath.

"Don't stop," she says softly. I wasn't planning on it. I move in again slowly kissing the warm tasteful treat.

"Uh," she whimpers, rocking her hips into me. "James- ah."

I keep going, My tongue sticks deep into her. "James,” she repeats again firmly.

"Hm?" I ask.

"We should - uh, oh god."

"We should?" I repeat taking a break, leaning back and looking at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her chest is rising and falling fast.

"We should get back to the party...before someone notices."

I smile to myself.

"You don't want to cum on my face?"

"No - I do. I just...Come to my room after the reception. Then we won't have to worry about anything happening."

I watch her walk out of the bathroom away from me. My erection is raging, and the only thing on my mind is to fuck my step sister. I wait in the bathroom and grab a hold of my cock. There is no way in hell I am going to be able to wait until after the reception to take care of this. I lock the bathroom door and stand over the toilet, jacking myself off furiously. I think about how her pretty pussy and how amazing it tastes. It doesn’t take long for me to cum. The sheer thought of being able to have sex with Samantha tonight sets me right over the edge. I quickly clean up and smooth back my hair. I wash my face off with warm water in the sink. The slight scent of her pussy lingers on me and I love it. I can already feel myself getting excited again. Jesus, I tilt my head back and walk out into the hallway. An older gentleman smiles at me. I hope he didn’t see or notice anything when Samantha walked out, or else we are screwed. I laugh at the word screw. I mean we will screw tonight.

Out in the reception hall, people are dancing to the loud DJ music. It's starting to get late. The sun has set and now the party will be ending soon. My eyes scan the crowd for Samantha. I see her there, standing and swaying. She is dancing with her mom - I mean our mom. I still have to get used to that idea. She moves so easily. Her hips rock back and forth, as her breasts bounce up and down. I grab a glass of water as a server walks past me with a tray. My eyes don’t leave Samantha’s body. How could they? She is everything I have ever dreamt about. She reminds so much of a girl from a long time ago in college. I can barely remember much about her, just that for one night I felt like I knew what love was. Which, I know was foolish and mostly alcohol. I smile and take another sip of water. I am finally feeling that again with her, and it seeps into me like some sort of drug. Her eyes meet mine and I wave. She blows me a kiss very subtly, by just making a kissy face. I wink at her and laugh. It seems so childish. My cock leaps up though at just the mere slight of affection she gives me. I feel like a dog who has just been shown a treat and now he is drooling. I hope I can last. Jesus, I don’t even know when the last time I had that thought was. I wait. Every minute that passes feels like an hour slowly moving forward. But eventually, the night comes to an end. People begin to disperse. I lean against the wall, loosening my tie from around my neck, taking a deep breath.

Then I see her make her way to her parents where she hugs them for a long time and then heads out of the hall. My cock about leaps out of my pants. It's so excited. I calm down a little before I congratulate our parents and say goodnight. Trying to make sure there is enough time between Samantha and me. I would hate for someone to notice. That would be hard to explain.

“Goodnight. I love you both,” I say softly, quickly hugging each of them.

“Breakfast, together?” My dad says. His cheeks slightly red from the drinking.

“Of course. What time?”

“How about 10 in the morning?”

“That would be great,” I smile. I say goodnight one more time. I want to run to Samantha’s room, but I don’t. I keep my pace steady and make my way to the room. My brain has only one thought and it's being stuck between my step sister’s legs. But I control myself, walking through the halls till I reach her room. I remember the number. I had to pay the hotel clerk to let me know her room number. I wait a few seconds and knock on the door. My fists hit the hard wood. It opens in a matter of seconds. My jaw almost drops. Samantha stands in front of me in a sheer robe. Her breasts peak out at the top and I can see her stiff, erect nipples poking under the sheer silk fabric. Her hair is down and tousled over her shoulders perfect to pull as I take her from behind. I like to think she was waiting for me to arrive, touching herself, playing with that pussy. She starts to say nothing, but I don’t let her finish. I slam into her. My mouth takes hers with full force, and I kick the door behind us, with one arm, I scoop her up and throw her down onto the bed. She breathes deeply as we kiss. I can feel her heart racing in her chest as my hands grope at her breasts, under the robe. I slide it open so her naked body is under mine. I take a second and examine every part of her. It’s like looking upon a work of art. Her breasts are large, but round with small pink nipples, a firm stomach, and wide, curvy hips connected to a round thick ass. Her hands work fast, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my pants down. My throbbing erection juts out as she yanks my briefs down. Pre-cum already starts to drip from my tip. I rub my hips against hers. The tip of my cock feels her wet lips waiting to be pushed apart.

“Jesus,” I grunt.

“Fuck me, James,” she pants, lifting her hips into mine.

“With pleasure.”

I stick my hard shaft into her sopping wet pussy. This is no slow romancing into lovemaking, but hard passionate fucking. God, it feels so good to be inside of her. My cock grows harder with every thrust into her tight pussy. Her nails dig into my back and she moans loud, gasping as my hips move out. All my senses are alive as I drive inside of her. Balls deep, I delve into her precious body.

“Uh, uh, oh god,” she whispers over again in my ear, encouraging me to move faster. She is so tight. Christ. I might blow. Thud, thud thud - the headboard starts to slam against the wall, but neither one of us care. I clench my teeth together. My pelvic bone pushes against her clit. Her body tightens. Her pussy is so tight and wet. I feel it tighten around me.

“I - I,” she doesn’t finish, but I can feel it. Her pussy contracts hard around my dick, opening, and closing. Her hands clamp down hard and she pulls me down, so my weight drops and my chest rubs against her large breasts. I go full force now, holding back nothing. My cock slips in and out of the wet place. She grimaces succumbed with pleasure as I continue the passionate fuck. Her breathing is hot and heavy against my skin.

"You feel so good," I mutter. I flip her around onto her stomach. My hands yank her hips up, so her beautiful ass is in the air in front of mine. She grabs the headboard, bent over perfect for me to ride, and I slide back inside of that wet pleasure center. My hips thrust in. I love the sight of my cock slipping in and out of her little pink cunt. My hands grab her ass and…. fuck… My cock can barely handle it anymore.

"Cum inside of me," she says pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. I need no more encouragement, my cock pulses and releases my load into her. A wave of euphoria washes over me as pleasure increases. Samantha moans as another orgasm grips her body. She shudders and cries out and her knuckles go white as she grips the headboard for support.

I slowly pull my cock out after both of us have come to our end. She looks back at me. Her beautiful eyes catch mine in the dark light, and we say nothing. Both of us feel overwhelmed with sensation. There is only one time, I have fucked that good, and have cummed that hard. She turns around on her back and lays down on the bed. I find my place next to her in the soft sheets of the hotel bed. Her fingers run up and down my naked body in this dark silence.

"Your body is so perfect," she whispers. I lean over and kiss her lips softly. She opens her mouth and welcomes the tender, slow movement of my lips. My tongue dips in slow and runs along her mouth. I pull her on top of me so I can feel her skin on mine. She is so soft and smooth. She kisses me back. I can feel her warm, wet pussy against my leg.

"Is this the normal way to celebrate getting a stepbrother?" she whispers.

"I don't know, but it’s pretty kinky though," I say, grabbing her ass one more time. She laughs and nuzzles my neck. Her nose feels the necklace chain around my neck. Her fingers reach up and gently touch the chain.

"You have a necklace on?" she murmurs. I nod.

"What is it?" she asks. Her fingers are running along the chain to the metal charm of a rose.

"A rose," I say softly.

"A rose..."

Suddenly, her body tenses and she pulls back. She fumbles for the light, and her face looks like she has just seen a ghost. She stares at me in complete horror. Her mouth hangs open.

"Oh my god..." she trails off. I sit up on the bed.

"What? Am I missing something?"

"It's you. It's fucking you." She stands up and begins to pace the room. "I should have known it. How did I not recognize you? Jesus Christ. Oh my god."

"What!" I stand up and shout.

She glares at me, walks over and slaps me right across the face. Her hand hits my cheek hard, and it stings.

"Fuck you," she seethes with as much venom as possible. I stare at her wide-eyed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you."

She reaches around my neck and yanks hard on the necklace. The chain snaps. "I want my fucking necklace back, you piece of shit."

My brain clicks on, and then it all hits me like being hit by a train. It's her. Fuck…it's her. Oh my god. I don't know what to say. My mouth becomes dry and my brain goes dead.

"Hey, okay, I deserve it. I'm sorry - look..." My mind is racing. I have no idea what I should do. Sentences don’t form, words begin to jumble up in my mouth. I feel overwhelmed with everything, but mostly it’s shock. I never thought I would ever see her again.

"Get out," she says blankly, holding the rose necklace tight in her fist.

"We can talk about this. We're adults now."

"Get the fuck out of my room."

She whips a pillow at me. I dodge it.

"Samantha -"

She throws another, this time hard. I don't know what to say or do. I believe the situation is a lost cause for the time being. I look back at the door and then at her. It’s as though fire could fly out of her mouth at any moment.

"I'm sorry," I say finally. But she doesn't want to hear it now. I quickly throw on my pants and walk out of the room. Well, this has not gone as planned. When does it ever?

 

Chapter 6

Sam

 

I stare at the rose necklace in my hand. It glitters in dim light.

He had this all along.

What the fuck? How did this happen? I collapse on the bed, setting the necklace on the nightstand and stare at the ceiling. The sheets and pillow still smell like his cologne. Gross. I rip them off the bed and throw them on the ground. My heart is racing and so is my mind. I cannot believe that neither of recognized one another. I suppose out of all the people our parents would marry it just didn't seem possible for it to be him. Also, it was so long, and we were so drunk when it happened.

"Oh, my god," I sigh out loud, putting my hands over my face. Did I over react? He humiliated me that night. He's just some fucking player. God. I cannot believe I fell for him a second time, but the sex was so good. I should have known. I never forgot that night. The night that drove me back to my relationship with Micah. I thought I had finally found someone to help me move on and instead he drove me right back to hell. I didn't think I could trust any guy. I felt so used. It all makes sense. I lay there in the silent bedroom. My head pounds and my blood is rushing. Fuck. How am I supposed to handle this now? So many questions are going through my mind. This is insane that's all I know.

I decide to go to sleep and think it over tomorrow, but Christ we have breakfast tomorrow.

The first morning as a family.

I knew I should have just tried to keep it like siblings, and letting him dive into my pussy was not a smart idea.

Jesus, his cock is unreal though.

No! Get that out of your head...and out of your pussy.

The mere idea of sex with James already has me wet again. I get up. There is no way I am sleeping tonight. I hop into the shower, hoping to rinse off whatever is left of him off of me. The steaming hot water makes me feel a little better. It at least calms me down. In the end, he is my step brother, and whatever happens, it will be easy to end things in the morning. We should have never fucked in the first place tonight, and this only just proves it.

 

Chapter 7

James

Fuck me! Her tits bouncing up and down burn as I drove into her, is replaying in my mind. The hot water washes down on me. My hand jerks back and forth furiously over my hard shaft, pumping.

Jesus, her pussy was so tight, nothing has ever felt so good.

Fuck - and that ass.

That tight ass needs to be fucked so bad. I bet no one has ever been back there. She seems to be so uptight. That could help loosen her up. I should fuck my step-sister there. I need to bend her over again and be inside of her perfect body. There is nothing I want more than to keep thrusting my shaft down into her. And when she orgasms I cannot explain how hot it is. It’s all I want. I cum in the shower. My load spills out, and I lean against the wet shower tile, letting the water hit me right in the face.

What a nightmare this has morphed into. I cannot believe it. Poor Samantha, she must hate me. I don’t even blame her. I hate myself. I turn the water off and stand there for a second, letting the droplets fall off of my skin. It's been five years since I last saw the perfect girl and ruined things. What cruel trick is the universe playing on me by making her my step sister - God...my fucking hot, sexy step sister.

Still, it was such a long time ago. I can't imagine it being that bad. I wrap a towel around me and dry off. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her at the bar, Daves. Samantha caught my attention right away. And then I hit her by accident. I was so embarrassed. I thought she was going to be mad at me, but she was so nice, and so fucking hot. She was almost as hot as she is now. Now, she’s grown into that figure and body. We clicked right away, and it was a no-brainer to take her back to my place. I never imagined someone so beautiful could exist and be that great of a person. It didn’t matter if I was in a relationship. She was all I wanted, and she is all I do want now. Fuck. I fall onto the bed. And when we have sex, it is like it's not real. I have been with a lot of women but not like that. It’s like we belong together. I know she has to feel the same way. She can't just ignore what is going on between us.

I grasp at my neck where the necklace used to be. She recognized her necklace that she left with me that night. I kept it all those years, to remember that night like some sort of token. I had fallen in love with her that night, and couldn't get her out of my mind. I knew I had ruined any shot of a relationship with her. I tried to find her to return her things, but it was no use.

I stare at the clock. It's almost time to go for breakfast. Perhaps this is a second chance for me. We found each other again. I can't ruin this. I need to at least make it up to her and explain everything. After our parents leave for their honeymoon, I will try to talk to her. I should at least apologize before she returns home. This could be my last chance, and I won't let it slip though my fingers. I don't care if she is my step-sister, she will be mine.

She's at breakfast before me. She's the first one I see at the table sitting in the restaurant. My cock wakes back up when my eyes fall on her. Her curvy body in a little blue dress is practically pulling at my dick, making it hard. I clench my jaw. She stares at me with those sparkling eyes. She glares at me though, but it just makes me think about fucking her intensely. I bet she likes it rough when she is upset. I imagine pulling her long hair. My parents turn and say good morning, bringing me right back to reality. I take my place in the empty chair next to Samantha. I can sense her body tenses up next to me. I glance over and smile. She smiles back at me for a second. It's forced.

"Morning, everyone," I say calmly.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Tonya says with a warm smile.

"So are you guys ready for the big honeymoon?" I ask, looking at both of them.

"Oh yes, we are."

The server comes by, and I order a meal. We talk about last night and share some stories, but not all of them. Most are about the family, and none are about the children fornicating all night and then getting into a huge fight.

"Samantha, are you alright?" Tonya asks her daughter. Samantha nods quickly, avoiding the question. I could answer it for her and tell our new mom that no. She is not alright. She hates me, and I don't blame her. The food arrives then.

"Just tired."

"It was quite the party," Stanley says.

Especially the part when I fucked my new sister, and then we both realized it wasn't the first time we were involved physically, I think in my head.

I glance over at Samantha. She doesn't dare look at me.

Jesus.

So this is how it's going to be.

"What time did you go to sleep last night, Sam?" I ask, prodding, seeing how far she will take this silent treatment. We aren't young twenty-somethings in college anymore. Her neck snaps in my direction.

"Early. I had a fairly disappointing time in my hotel room." Her eyes glance down at my cock. My cheeks go red, and I wonder if she can tell that my cock is stiff as a board.

Our parents look at one another confused. I chew on my lip, is she trying to cause shit right now.

"Well, I am very sorry to hear that," I say calmly.

"How was your night, James?"

Oh, now she is polite. She twists a corner of her hair.

"It was great. I fell right asleep. I slept like a baby."

"Well, that makes sense you kind of are a baby."

"Samantha!" Tonya barks.

"It's alright," I say calmly, leaning back in the chair. "We are brother and sister now. We can disagree."

"That's right," Samantha agrees, sending me vemon with her stare. "It’s what normal siblings do."

"And we want to be normal siblings!"

I can tell we are weirding our parents out because my dad coughs to interrupt our little dispute. He is great at smoothing over conflict, and I guess I missed that gene, because right now I am the enemy.

"So your mother and I were talking..." he starts. Samantha and I both turn to face him as he continues, "and we were thinking that instead of going on a normal honey moon we want you both to come with us." My mouth drops open, and so does Samantha's. "We both know you have the week off, and we want you to come. We already paid for it."

"Mom - no. I wouldn't want to do that to you guys," Samantha begins to stutter.

"Seriously," I add in. "This is your special time."

"We know," Tonya starts, "and that's exactly why we want you with us. You two are the most important part of our lives, so we thought we could use the time to really start things off as a family and on a good note."

I can't believe. I shake my head and laugh. Oh, there is so much irony in what my step mother is saying. If only we could explain to her the way we have just started as family members! Now they would trap Samantha and me together at a resort in the Bahamas. It's all too much. Samantha is freaking out. I can feel it. She looks at me then back at her mom. Her body is extremely tight. It makes me think of her pretty pussy. My cock is still throbbing.

"Is this for real?" she asks.

"Of course, honey."

Poor Samantha, her parents don't even know the torture they are putting her through.

But on the other hand, this might be the opportunity I need to win her over.

"If you guys wants us there, then I would be happy to go," I say.

"Oh please, Sam. It will be so much fun," her mom starts with a pleading tone. Samantha chews on her cheek. She has no real reason not to go. Well, I mean she does, but she can't really come out and say that she and I have a very strange past, and it's rocky right now, or that we have fucked. The best part is all of this is going on between us, and we have met three times. That is it. Three days but we have years’ worth of drama.

"Okay...I guess it could be fun."

Tonya and Stanley smile, they have just won at parenting. But then my dad does something. Something, I did not think he would ever do. And I might just have to drown myself in this wonderful family oriented honey moon now.

"Do you think Mallory would want to meet with us at the resort?" he asks. I almost choke on my eggs. Mallory, my on and off girlfriend. One I have seriously never dated, but hooked up on opportunity. He has met her once.

She is not even at the wedding, what the hell is he thinking?

"Mallory?" I hear Samantha say calmly. Her eyes flash to mine. I am fucked. I take a breath and prepare for the hate that is about to blow my way.

"James' girlfriend."

"I didn't know James had a girlfriend?" Tonya says, looking over at her new husband. Samantha starts to laugh violently. Her shoulders bounce up and down, and her hands slam down on the table.

"Where is she, James?" Samantha asks, turning her head like she is genuinely interested.

I clench my jaw and glare at my dad.

"She is not here because she is not my girlfriend," I say through clenched teeth.

"Come on James. You guys were out on a date the other night. I thought you said she had to work at the hospital this weekend," Stanley says, looking confused at me and then at Samantha.

Samantha rests a hand on my arm.

"It’s alright, James, I understand you being upset your girlfriend couldn't come to your dad's wedding. But as your sister, I would love to meet her and tell her all about it."

I take a deep breath. I don't think there is anything that I can say that will fix anything at the moment. I just hope that this next week will give me a chance to make up for everything, and show her in a few ways that I am not the young, dumb fool she met in college. So, I just shake my head and bite my tongue. Our parents sense the weird tension between us and switch the topic to all the fun things we are going to do at the resort.

We finish our breakfast, and our parents tell us all the details about the trip, and the time we will fly out. They tell us not to worry about clothes or any of that. They already have packed for us. We will go back to our rooms to get ready for the flight. We agree to ride to the airport together. They must have been planning this all along. I pity them for trying to create something good for their fucked up kids.

We leave the table, Samantha grabs my hand hard as our parents walk out of sight. I freeze and face her in the doorway of the restaurant. Her nails dig into my wrist. It just reminds me of when we were fucking. She glares at me. I want to flip her back around, bend her over, and remind her of how good it can feel between us.

"If you fucking touch me, or try to talk to me when we aren't with our parents I will rip your throat out on the goddamn honeymoon." Her threat makes me horny as fuck.

"Okay," I lean in, so my mouth is inches from her ear. "I'll only touch you when we're around them then."

Before she can respond, I kiss her on the lips and walk away. I can't help it, watching her all riled up, gets me hard as a rock. She wants to slap me, but the shock has left her wide-eyed and with an open mouth.

 

Chapter 8

Sam

 

I take my seat on the airplane. Of course, James' seat is right next to mine on the side of the plane. Our parents are seated right in front of us. I keep my focus looking out the window, avoiding eye contact with my step brother, who just happens to be the biggest douche in the world. I cannot believe him. It as though he has no respect for anyone but himself. If he thinks that I am just going to be some easy lay, well…then he is wrong. He is a monster. I will make sure that I am anything but easy for him to handle.

"Uh, I believe I have the window seat," he says after he puts his carry bag in the container above us. I ignore him. "Okay, that's fine. I don't mind the aisle, anyway. Makes it easier to slide in and out."

"Seriously?" I mutter.

"Yeah, my legs are long so that they can scrunch up and I need to stretch."

I can't even stand him. He sits next to me, in a loose white shirt and shorts, ready for the warm weather. His muscles are easy to see. God dammit. I can't let him tempt me anymore. That's exactly what he wants. I know his plan. His perfect body just makes it more difficult for me to ignore him.

The plane takes off, and I lean my seat back, trying to fall asleep, so the next few hours fly by fast. The resort we are going to is large, so I know that I will be able to avoid him. I open my eyes and look over at my step brother. He has his headphones, and his lips are silently mouthing some song. He looks over at me, trying to look innocent, but I'm not buying it. I close my eyes fast. Hopefully, he doesn't notice that I was looking at him. I pull the blanket I brought out and spread it across my lap. I hear his chest rise and fall as he breathes slowly. It makes me think about having sex with him and the way he pants as he fucks me. I shake my head and remind myself that he is a sleazy liar, but my pussy still likes the idea of him being inside of it. I cross my legs under the blanket. He looks over at me. God, I wonder what sick idea he has brewing in his mind. Or maybe it's me with this sleazy idea. He clears his throat and folds his arms. I stare at his large, veiny forearm. I can't help, but think about how they must flex when he fingers me. I chew on the inside of my cheek.

My eyes shoot open. Oh god, his right arm has slid under the blanket and is creeping up my bare leg. I reach down and snatch his wrist hard.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hiss under my breath.

He tilts close to me, so his body is pressing against my shoulder. He smells so good, and his muscles are so tight.

"Mom and dad are here," he whispers, "so I am allowed to touch you."

I suck on my cheek. My body is telling me just to let it go. It wants his fingers to slide inside. Jesus Christ.

"Fuck you," I say.

"That's what I want too," he says with a sly smile. His hand goes a little higher. My legs can't help but open up a little for him. It is like they have a mind of their own. I close my eyes.

"We're family now. Family forgives each other," he whispers gently in my ear. His fingers lightly rub my clit up and down through my underwear.

"Family also doesn't fuck each other," I say softly back to him.

"I guess you could say we are both fucked up then."

Before I can get a response, his fingers slide into me, offering sweet relief to the aching in between my legs. I clench my teeth to keep from gasping. I close my eyes and keep my teeth gritted together. My hand is still clamped down on his wrist as if I am going to stop him at some point, but I don't want it to stop. It feels so good. Warmth spreads throughout my body. He adds another finger, filling me with his hand. His hand moves slowly under the blanket, pulling in and out. He looks at me with his mouth half open.

"Do you still hate me?" he asks.

"Of course I do," I say firmly between breaths. His hand stops and my body almost screams in protest. It wants more. He can't stop. What the fuck.

"Are you sure?" he asks. Then all at once, his hand moves fast, his fingers pound me hard, and a gasp escapes my throat.

"Ah, ah," I murmur into his shoulder, twisting my body into his arm. I cannot believe he is so good at fingering.

"That's what I thought," he says, relaxing slightly. He continues finger fucking my slit under the blanket. My pussy soaks in every second of his touch. It wants more and more of my step brother.

"James - I, uh..." he stares at me, his fingers continue to bury themselves between my legs. "Go - uh, slow." He doesn't though. He does the exact opposite. He slides another finger into me and pumps faster and faster. I can barely take it. I cum on his fingers completely overwhelmed with the sensation. My body tightens, and the release is extreme. I almost scream, but I fall forward into his lap. My face lands on his hard shaft over his shorts.

"Hey you guys," Stanley says turning right at the moment, my face is plastered in his son's crotch. James rests his hands on my head and pats my face gently.

"Poor thing is so exhausted," he says.

I grimace. He holds my head down, so my face is forced to be smashed up against his dick.

"Awe, the wedding was a lot. Tonya is out too. This will be a good way to rest up. I just wondered what you guys wanted to do first at the resort?"

"Whatever you two want, dad," James says with a smile. His dad nods and turns back around. I lift my head up. He looks at me and smiles.

"Well, look whose finally awake."

I frown.

"I think I might hate you," I say plainly.

"I don't think that's true, Samantha."

I don't argue with him anymore. I sigh and pull my blanket back up to my chin. I need to have more self-control if I plan to get through this trip.

 

I stand inside the single bedroom of the resort. It's almost like being at paradise. It's hot, but there is a cool breeze coming off the ocean. The room overlooks the reasonably new resort with tall palm trees and a long white beach. We are supposed to be freshening up to meet for food. Usually, I would be over the top excited for a free surprise vacation to the Bahamas, but right now the only thing that I can think about is what I am going to do with my step brother. I sit on the bed and stare at the mirror.

Right now, he is in control. He knows it. He can seduce me, and I will give in. I can't help that my body wants him so badly. Fuck. I fall back into the pillows. I need to be the one with the upper hand. He has been fucking with me far too long. The idea comes to me then. I have just as much power over him as he does over me. We are both trapped here. I stare at the tall door connecting our rooms. I walk over and press my ear to it. I can hear him singing softly to himself. I wonder if he is in there naked about to get in the shower. He has to have some sort of blue balls from the plane ride here. I mean - I felt his boner with my face. I know he must be horny. He might act like he is all cool and collected all the time, but I know the man has to have a breaking point. They all do.

My hand reaches between my legs where I begin to touch myself. I start with my full breasts and rub them over my dress. I moan slightly and listen through the door to see if his singing has stopped. I pull my dress over my head, so I am sitting on the floor in my underwear which is still slightly wet from the plane ride. My hand reaches behind my back, and my fingers unclasp the bra. My breasts fall out and into my hands. I play with my tits, pulling on my nipples making them hard and erect, just the way I like to have them touched. I make sure to whimper into the door. The room next to mine is silent. He must have heard something. Knowing he is listening turns me on. It's like putting on a show for my stepbrother. My fingers twirl around my left breast, and I bring it my mouth, sucking on it loudly. I know I have his attention now. I can hear his breathing through the door. My mind begins to think about James’ standing there, wanting to watch me as he is helplessly tugging on his long hard shaft. His cock upright dripping with precum waiting to dive inside of me… I slide open my pussy lips with one hand while the other hand gently strokes my clit. I imagine James can see me, as he jerks off eagerly. I let out a loud moan as I slowly slip a finger into my pussy and keep the other on my clit, rubbing up and down. The pleasure is instant, my legs tighten, and I don't dare hold back one breath or whimper. I continue finger fuck myself until the sensation is too much to bear and I know I need to cum. I let the orgasm wash over me, and I slam my back against the door, crying out loud as the sensation overtakes my body. I hear him then, jerking himself off, breathing, groaning.

"Oh, fuck!" I scream as I don't allow myself a break from self-pleasuring. One hand stays inside of my contracting pussy while the other switches between my hard nipples and my engorged clit. Finally, when the orgasm begins to build again, I keep my fingers on my clit, rocking my hips into my hand. I know I am about to cum again. I tilt my head back and let a scream of pleasure pass between my lips. The euphoria controls my whole body, and I shake wildly on the floor. I finally pull my two sopping wet fingers from between my legs and press my ear back to the door.

"Jesus," I hear him whisper. "Sam," he calls out. "Do you need any help in there?" I can't help but laugh in delight, knowing he wants nothing more than to come in here and join, but that's not happening. I won't let him. I gently rub my nipples letting the sensation of cumming wash over me and turn into a dull warm feeling. I moan softly, to keep egging him on. I let the torture go on for a few more minutes, and then stop. I slowly get up and freshen up to meet up with our parents.

The rest of the evening on the beach, I try to avoid him as best as I can. But when I see him, I know that he is hungry for my body, and that's what I want for him - to suffer. His eyes are glued to me while he relaxes on the beach. I make sure to wear my skimpiest suit when we lay out on the sand. When our parents head out to swim, I turn to face James. We are laying on towels next to one another.

"James?" I say his name soft and low.

He turns to look at me. His flawless body is out as he is just in blue swim trunks.

"What's up?" he asks.

"Do you mind, rubbing sunscreen on my back?" I ask. He raises his eyebrows.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"I mean, as long as it won't upset your girlfriend."

He shakes his head and grabs the bottle of sunscreen. The white creamy liquid squirts out of the bottle and into his hand. It smears between his fingers as he rubs his hands together and then onto the skin of my back. I reach back and untie my bathing suit top. He swallows. His rubs my skin slowly kneading into my back. I make sure to moan in pleasure as he gently massages my body. He tries to slip a hand onto my breast, but I swat it away.

"I thought that's what you wanted," he whispers. "I heard you in your bedroom earlier."

"Oh?" I act surprised but don't pay him too much attention. He stops rubbing my back, and I retie my bathing suit top and sit up. I take the bottle of sunscreen out of his hand and squirt some directly onto my chest. I rub the cream between my breasts and cleavage right in front of his face, kneading into them. I even pull down slightly, exposing my stiff nipples. He tries to look away but cannot help but stare.

"Thanks," I say, handing him the bottle back and laying on the blanket to enjoy some more of the sun rays. This is going to be way easier than I thought. He coughs and stands up.

"I'm going swimming," he says.

"Make sure to hide your boner," I say without looking at him. He pauses and looks down.

"What are trying to do?" he asks me. I smile.

"Not you."

"Really?"

"Really. You're my step brother, remember?"

***

 

 

That night, he didn't try anything. I half expected him to try and break in or maybe scale the small balconies that are attached to each room, but he didn't. I think I might be slightly disappointed I was looking forward to turning him away.

But in the morning, the sun shines in through the room, and I hear him getting ready for his day. We are supposed to be going on the boat with our parents. But before then, while we are still in our room, I climb out of bed completely naked. I hear James on the balcony drinking coffee. I shamelessly walk out and between the two French doors into the balcony. I don't look at him though. I pretend I don't notice him sitting on the chair of his balcony next to mine. My tits are up and my nipples hard. I close my eyes and stretch, giving him a clear, direct view of everything that he is missing. After I know, he gets a good glimpse of my body. I return back to my room satisfied with myself, and a bit turned on by the boldness of my actions. I have no idea how he reacts, but I know it will be a matter of days before he can no longer handle it, and when he comes begging for it I will make sure to torture him the way he tortured me.

After breakfast, we make our way to the boat my parents have rented. They sit at the back, while I am at the front, holding a cold beer, looking out over the beautiful ocean. James comes and sits across from me smiling. What a large stupid grin, I think.

"Well, you look happy," I say.

Our parents snuggle up in the back, opening up a bottle of champagne. James nods.

"I am very happy."

"Might I ask why?"

"Oh you know, the sunrise was amazing this morning. I had a really great view."

I raise my eyebrows.

Awe that's cute. He thinks I have no idea about it and is trying to embarrass me.

"Great," I say. The boat starts. We bob over the wave. My tits bounce up with the shaking. I don't try to stop it. Instead, I stick my chest out.

"It is really great," he says smiling. He leans back in the seat. Ocean water sprays over our face. He pulls his white cotton shirt off revealing his six-pack. The water sprinkling on his chest, makes his tan skin shimmer. I try not to stare. He looks at me and smiles with a stupid grin. I try to ignore him and focus on enjoying the boat ride.

"What are you so smiley about?" I ask, narrowing my eyes and staring at my step brother.

"Oh, you know..."

"No. I don't know," I say sharply back, losing my patience.

"Just - uh I got some really great pictures this morning. Of the sun rise, I mean."

I freeze. All the peace and calm leaves my body. My head snaps back to his direction.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I hiss. He reaches into his pocket chuckling to himself, shaking his phone in his hand.

"I got some great snaps of those large perky suns...so stunning. You should have seen them - round, full, needing to be sucked. It would be a shame if something---you know.."

Before he finishes, I lunge across the boat on top of him. My hands grab his wrists, and my fingernails dig into his arm.

"You are a sick fuck!" I scream, trying to get the phone out of his hands. He laughs lifting his phone up out of my arms reach, forcing me to stretch, so his face is smothered in my tits. I flinch back and stand.

"Samantha!" my mom screams from the back of the boat. Stanley and Tonya look at both of us completely confused. "What are you doing?"

I look back at James. Who still is smiling like some fucking idiot. Its official I hate him.

"Just goofing around," James says. I look back at my mom and then to my step brother. I sit back down slowly, brooding in my hate for him. It's not as though as I can tell our parents that James has nudes of me on his phone. I wait till our parents have returned to their drinks and conversation. I try to avoid the eyes of the driver. Who knows how much he has heard.

"Okay, James," I start, leaning forward.

He meets me so our faces are close. The hum of the boat engine is loud anyway.

"What do you want for those pictures?" I whisper.

"What do you mean?" he asks with a wolfish grin.

"Come on, James," I hiss.

"I don't know if I want to give them up."

I try to snatch his phone again, but he stops me fast. I wish he wasn't so athletic.

"You know you've done a lot of asshole things to me, but this could be the worst."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Well, why should I stop now?"

I chew on my lip. Why does he have to be so fucking sexy and evil?

"Come on, James?" I try to plead in a soft voice, "Please."

He looks down at his phone and back at me. My fingertips trace along my bra, gently stroking the skin of my upper breast. "Be a good big brother and give me the phone or delete those photos."

"Okay," he says slowly. "As soon as you suck my cock."

My hands drop.

"What?"

He raises his eyebrows and winks.

"Big brother wants his little sister to suck his cock."

I wrinkle my nose and stare at him.

"I hate you."

"Good, and I’m falling in love with you!"

I lean back feeling defeated. He smiles at me. I cannot believe he is blackmailing his step-sister into sucking his cock. That is going pretty far, but part of me likes it. I shake my head and ignore the tingling in my pussy.

"So, after this little boat ride," I start, avoiding his dark brown eyes. "We will meet back in your room."

"Oh, don't look so defeated, sis. I don't think you will suffer so much."

He's right. I won't. I have thought about sliding his long hard cock into my mouth many times, just not like this. I roll my eyes and turn away from him.

After the boat cruise, we make plans with our parents to meet up for a late lunch, early dinner. I follow James back to our rooms and go into his. It’s the exact same as mine, except his clothes, are on the ground. He sits down on the bed and looks up at me. He then takes his phone out of his pocket and places down next to him.

"Do you need help warming up?" I ask, staring at him raising my eyebrow. I am not sure how much he is expecting of me. I feel like we need to have a lawyer involved in this process.

He shakes his head.

"Nope."

"Jesus, you are an animal," I say, bending down on to my knees. I sigh and reach up pulling down his trousers. His hard cock appears in front of my face. The sigh of his raging erection turns me on. I've missed his cock more than I realize, but I have to stay strong. He is the one who needs to know what it’s like to get fucked and not the kind way. My tongue slowly begins to lick his boner. He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. I twist my tongue around the whole piece flicking on his sensitive head. He gasps. "You are really good at this, Sam." Then in one movement, my lips wrap around his shaft.

"Jesus - oh, fuck," he murmurs, sticking his hips out and sending his cock deep down my throat. I work my neck bobbing up and down. I want him to love every second of it. My hand grasps the base of the shaft, and I begin to jerk him off, while my mouth travels down to his sensitive balls, where I start to taste. My tongue moves around the skin, and I moan. He tenses at the sounds I make. I jerk faster, and he grunts.

My mouth returns to his cock. I change my pace, so I go fast, allowing his dick to slide down to the back of my throat. He moans again. Knowing I am bringing him so much pleasure makes me wet. I push my pussy against his leg and rub it against him, offering some relief. I feel his cock starting to throb and twitch on my tongue. It has swollen to its largest size. I know he is about to blow. I don't miss a beat. His tilts his head back, and his hand reaches down to press on my head. But I am faster than him. My hand snaps and I grab his phone. He doesn't even notice. Pre-cum leaks onto my tongue and I slurp it up eagerly.

"I - I am going -"

I snap my head away. He looks down at me. I quickly stand up and run to the door connecting our rooms and slide into mine, locking it as soon as I reach the other side.

"Fuck me," he whines sitting up slamming his fists into the mattress. I laugh like a little school girl.

"Looks like you got played, brother."

"Fuck! Samantha that was low."

"Well, you fucking deserve it."

I open his camera roll. I bite my lip. There aren't any photos of me. The little shit lied to me to get me to suck his cock. The worst part is I didn't fight him. I wanted to do it. But he's suffering now. That's for sure. I open the door and throw the phone on his bed.

"I'm not sorry."

He lifts his head and stares at me. His red, swollen dick stares up at the ceiling. I almost run over and sit on it, it looks that appetizing, but I shut the door before he can say anything back.

 

Chapter 9

James

 

This trip has been hell for me. Everything Samantha does gives me a boner. It doesn't matter. It’s like she has cursed my cock. Even just sitting across from me at dinner now, her tongue swirls around her spoon, and her lips suck on the tip of the metal. Throughout the trip, she prances around me on the beach in those little bathing suits. Her large round tits always bounce up and down glistening in the sun. They make my mouth water; I just want to suck on them. And then her ass is always out and up, just needing to be slapped. She makes sure to ask me to put sun screen on her every day, always moaning and whimpering like I'm fucking her.

"You okay?" she asks, taking another bite. Her tongue flicks the small piece of cake before she bites it. Our parents seem completely oblivious to her sexual displays. And then at night, late at night, I can hear her panting and moaning as she plays with herself underneath the covers, begging to be fucked. I know she wants it, but she is trying to use it against me. I might go crazy if I don't get a release soon.

"I'm fine," I sigh, ripping a piece of bread apart and throwing it in my mouth. She smiles and sticks her finger in the whip cream frosting. She takes her time sucking on her finger slowly, moving in and out between her lips. I watch, taking in every second she gives me. I know that next opportunity she gives me, I just need to fuck her so good, she will want more.

"Well," Stanley begins. "It has been a great trip with you two. And we are so happy to be starting a family together. You guys are the two best kids anyone could ask for. Cheers."

He raises his glass of wine and we all cheer. Mine and Samantha's eyes lock onto each other as our glasses clink. We both find some sort of sick humor in our parent's ignorance to this game we are playing. We haven't talked about it, but the fact everything has to be sneaky only makes it more erotic. The trip is almost over, and she thinks she's won, but she hasn't. I still have a few days left. She hasn't even given me a chance to explain myself or to tell her about Mallory . Maybe then she could stop with all of this damned shit that is giving me blue balls every night. If I don't do something soon, this whole trip will have been crazy, and then we will just go home, back to our normal lives. I need to talk to her.

That night, I wait outside of her bedroom door. She stares at me as she comes down the hall. She and her mom had gotten their nails done at the spa resort.

"Awww…, have you been waiting for me?" she cooes in a little baby voice.

I stare at her and nod.

"As a matter of fact I have."

"That's so cute," she says, opening her door. I grab the side of it before she can shut it.

"James!" she shouts, trying to close it. "Let me in my room." I can't help but notice as she tries to pull the door close, her breast has fallen out of her swim suit top. She lets go and scoops it back in. I use this opening to slide into the room and shut us both in. She sighs, defeated and folds her arms.

"What the hell are you trying to do right now?" she asks, grabbing a robe and throwing it over herself.

"I would like to talk to you like the actual adults that we are," I say firmly. She rolls her eyes in response.

"Okay fine. What would you like to talk about? We can talk about how much of a cheater you are. “

"Samantha," I say calmly sitting down on the chair. She huffs and walks out to the patio throwing the door open. "Or should we talk about how we are step-siblings, and this is all messed up?" I raise my eyebrows and lean back in the seat.

"Why are you teasing me?" I ask.

She turns her head.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why are you being such a tease?"

She smiles.

"I'm not teasing anyone."

"Yes - you are. Your tits are always out. You always find a way to rub them against me. You moan when I put sun screen on you. I see the way you eat and talk. You are the world’s biggest tease."

"James," she acts so shocked resting her hand on her chest. "I would never tease my step brother. You need to stop thinking of me like that. What a bad boy you are!"

"Just like you would never suck your step brother's cock?"

She smiles.

"I cannot believe you accuse me of these things."

"Okay, come on, Sam."

"I mean - you really think I was doing all of that for your attention?"

I nod.

"I do."

She smiles and slowly slides her hand under robe to her breast. Her bathing suit top suddenly falls to the ground unclasped, then her bottoms, so she is completely naked under the robe. She starts to rub her breasts and pinch her nipples.

"Stop," I say rolling my eyes. "You can't do this."

"Do what?" she unfastens the belt of the robe, so it falls open just enough so I can see her little pussy peeking through. "I'm just getting ready for bed."

"No, you are not. You are clearly trying to get some sort of reaction out of me." My cock has already grown full size. Her fingers trace down her stomach. She climbs on the bed, so she is on her knees in front of mine. Her hand continues its descent down to her pussy.

"Sam," I say. My breathing has gotten faster, and my heart rate greatly increased. "Stop."

She doesn't listen to me. Her fingers slide back and forth along her slit, slowly, methodically. She starts to masturbate right in front of me. So many nights, I have yearned to see this, hearing her.

"What are you trying to do?" I ask her. She tilts her head back and opens her mouth slowly. The robe opens up more, and I have a clear view of that magnificent body. Her bright pink nipples point out at me. Her cunt sparkles from being wet in the light of the hotel. I lick my lips, what I would do for a taste of her.

"Samantha."

She opens her eyes. Her breathing has also increased. Her face is flushed and her lips red and swollen. She must love torturing me. I know it turns her on, but this is a whole new level.

"What?" she whispers. Her wet finger tips lift up, and she twists on those nipples, whimpering with each tug.

"If you don't stop, I don't know if I will be able to control myself.” She laughs. One of her hands moves to her backside where she gently starts to stroke her ass. Fuck. She closes her eyes again.

"Well, you shouldn't have fucked up, brother."

I bite the inside of my cheek. My hand begins to rub my cock on the outside of my shorts. I can't help it anymore, I have to do something.

"You're right; I shouldn't have," I say breathily, watching her as she continues to pleasure herself. God, she is so hot. I can see the juice slowly seeping out of the lips between her legs. Her hand rubs faster and faster. A gentle moan escapes from her throat. Her eyes lock onto mine.

"If you don't stop, I am going to fuck you," I say. She smiles again, another gasp slips between her lips.

"That turns me on," she says.

"What?" I growl back.

"Hearing you say that you are going to fuck me."

"Is that what you want? For your step brother to fuck you." Her hand moves faster. She starts to rock her hips. Her other hand's paws at those large tits, pulling on them.

"Yes," she says. "I want him to fuck me so that I can cum on his cock." I am about to blow right there. My fingers fumble, but I rip my pants off, pulling them down. My cock emerges finally, hard and ready for her.

"Look at how big you are," she murmurs, her eyes full and eager. I waste no time, meeting her on the bed. We don't kiss or touch. I get behind her, so my hard cock pushes against her ass. My hand falls on her back, and I push her down, so her face buries in the blanket. Her pussy is so wet my dick slides right in with ease. She screams with pleasure as her tight cunt is stretched with my shaft. I groan at the release, as I am finally inside of her. My hips work furiously, pumping into her.

"Is this what you want?" I ask through my teeth. Her ass slaps together when my hips dive into her.

"Oh, fuck yes, James," she cries out. She shakes her ass side to side, moving my cock while I am inside of her. "You feel so good inside of me," she pants. I keep moving hard, not letting go. One of my hands reaches to her front and finds her engorged clit, and the other slips into her tight little ass hole. She cries out.

"Fuck!"

"Do you like that?" I ask.

"Uh...ah," is all she responds. I work her clit and little asshole, while my dick continues to work inside of her. It isn't long until she cums. Every part of her contracts around me. It's enough to send me over as well. Her pussy gets so tight, my dick almost slides out, but I grasp her hips and pull onto me. I dive into her. My dick throbs and pulses with the orgasm. I cry out with her as my load spills it’s seed into her. She whimpers as I cum inside of her. Out of breath, I fall back in the bed, beside her. She remains quiet and still for a moment. Her chest rises and falls as she gathers herself. I look over. Her body worn and tired, her breasts rising and falling, the sight of it all, begins to excite me again. Is there no relief? I ask myself as my cock starts up again. My hand reaches down between her legs where it begins to stroke gently. Her eyes shoot open.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"I need more of you," I whisper into her ear. My fingers slowly slide into her. She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. She gently pulls my hand away.

"Goodnight, James," she whispers.

"Please, Sam."

She smiles and nuzzles into the pillows.

"I don't think you are in a place to ask anything of me."

I stare at her naked body. Being denied only makes me hornier. But I sit up and return to my room.

 

Chapter 11

Sam

 

Waves crash onto the shore of the beach. I wiggle my toes into the sand and close my eyes. It's the last night out here, and I still don't know where I stand with James. I lay back on the towel and look up at the starry skies. It’s really messed up. I wish I could back in time to find the college-aged Samantha with her friends and ask them all to just stay in that night and rent a movie. Then none of this would happen. Maybe I would even tell my mom to stay away from Stanley. No - I wouldn't do that. At least someone in this family is happy.

"Hey, Sam," a calm, cool voice says. I open my eyes and see James standing over me. His wavy hair blows softly in the wind. He stares at me, looking like a walking work of art.

"Well, hello," I say back to him lazily. I close my eyes again and feel him take his spot next to me on the towel. The waves roll in and out, as the moon shines down onto to the water.

"You know that the beach at night is my favorite place to be in the whole world," he says calmly. His grabs a handful of sand and sifts it through his fingers. I try not to look at it him, but it’s one of the first times he tells me something about himself.

"That's nice, James," I say, trying to ignore him the best I can. I was looking for some time alone, not to be pestered by my step brother. His hand rests on my upper thigh, and he squeezes them gently. It tickles, and I jerk my leg out from his grip.

"Don't," I say flatly. He smiles and pulls his hand away.

"That was a lie."

"What was?" I ask obviously uninterested.

"The beach at night isn't my favorite place."

"What is then?"

"Being inside of you." I sit up and stare at him in the night. He cocks his head and grins like he just wrote an award-winning poem. "What?" he laughs, dipping forward and pressing himself against me on the towel. I don't fight his friendly embrace. I just let out a sigh and roll over. His body is like a weakness to me. I am addicted to it. Pinned against me on the sandy white beach, my skin on his skin, I have no control. I melt into him, pressing my ass against his cock through his shorts. I do it again, holding it there, slightly rubbing it back and forth as he spoons me.

"What are you doing?" he whispers into my ear.

"Nothing," I sigh. I take one of his hands and pull it around me, leading it up to my aching, swollen breasts. He squeezes it hard, and I encourage him by rocking my hips harder into his dick. After we fucked last, I haven't been able to get past him. He wraps around me more. His legs are like tentacles, and they hold me down. James' handsome mouth glides up to my ear where he kisses softly sending a soft buzz of arousal throughout my body. His breathing tickles my neck, and his hand continues to paw at my breasts. My nipples harden under the damp bathing suit where he pulls gently.

"You aren't going to get me revved up to walk away, are you?" he asks.

"Maybe," I purr back. I grind into him now with my backside. My ass tilts back and forth, against his tense dick. I feel it jump with each movement. His hand trails down and grabs my pussy, where his hot fingers begin to press. I let out a gasp at his touch. "You're just going to have to take a risk," I whisper back. He groans and pushes my bathing suit bottom aside, so his fingers touch my clit. He starts to rub softly. I close my eyes and bite my lip. The buzz has started to transform into something far more sensual and powerful.

"You know that once you get me started, there is no stopping, right?" he breathes heavy into my ear. Wetness leaks out of the lips between my legs and onto his fingers. He runs them up and down, just above my hole, slithering around. He is teasing me and its working. I arch my back and open my legs slightly, but he doesn't take the bait. He continues to torment my aching pussy. His fingers gently rubbing right outside where they are wanted most.

"Promise you'll let me fuck you," he growls. I bite my lip. I hadn't decided whether or not I was going to keep going or just to lead him on and to make him suffer some more. "Promise," He breathes into my ear. His fingers rub faster. They trail all along my sensitive area. In one single thrust, he slams them into me. I buck forward and cry out. It feels so good. He presses against my G-spot and pleasure seeps out. But as quick as he enters, his hand pulls itself out, leaving me desperately hungry. "I'll give you one more time," he says through his teeth. My ass continues to bounce against his hard-on. "I will not let you do this to me again."

"I thought that once you got started, you couldn't stop," I say back to him. I push onto his boner. "Seems like to me you did get started." He laughs. His fingers trace a slow, small circle on my clit.

"Oh, I can take care of that myself no problem. It's you I am worried about."

His fingers rip into me again fast; they pump in and out. My legs shake and quiver. His thumb stays on my clit, while they others penetrate me in all the right ways. I moan and gasp. My dripping pussy can hardly handle it. He holds me against him with his other arm, squeezing my breasts and keeping me against his chest. I am about to cum. My back tenses and every part of me seizes up, as the pleasure is about to set me over the edge, but James' stops. His fingers come out of me.

"No!" I shout, trying to reach for his hand.

"Promise," he says. My chest is rising and falling, and my body feels like screaming.

"Okay...okay."

He reaches down and continues to finger fuck me. My body is overwhelmed with the sudden and intense return of erotic sensation. I buck forward, my body shaking as I orgasm. Oh, it feels so good. James keeps up the pace, moving his fingers back and forth, making my body clench up into another sudden orgasm.

"Oh - fuck," I grit my teeth, as my body is rocked again. James pulls his hand away, and I hear him unzip his pants. I freeze and stop.

"What are you doing?" I ask, breathily.

"I'm going to fuck you."

I smile. I could be the devil.

"Said who?" I ask.

"You."

"No, I didn't."

"You promised."

"I didn't promise. I said okay." I smirk and stare at him. His eyes are wide.

"What the fuck, Samantha?" I tilt my head back and lay on the towel. It turns me on so much to tease him like this. He can barely handle it. "What is wrong with you? I have no idea how to handle this," He says looking down at his swollen cock.

"You said you could take care of it just fine," I mumble. He glares at me in the darkness of night.

"You are a very bad girl. I should tell mom and dad," he says half-jokingly. I roll my eyes.

"Come on, James. Don't act so bent out of shape. I'm just using you. I thought that's what we were doing."

"What?" he asks me leaning down.

I let out a long sigh.

"Well, I thought I would just treat you the way you treat me and other women."

"Come on, Samantha. That is not what is going on here."

I sit up, so I am eye level with him on the blanket. My gaze burns into his.

"Then what is going on here?"

He pauses and watches me for a long while.

"I like you, a lot," he says softly.

"Is that how you felt in college?" I spit back.

"Look, that was a long time."

"But yet you are still kind of a dick."

"Sam - look. That night I met you at the bar near campus, it was like lightning struck me."

I let out a low laugh.

"Are you just straight fucking with me?" I ask him.

"No - I'm serious. Don't tell me you didn't feel it as well."

I try to think back half a decade ago to that night and how I felt when I saw him there like my knight in shining armor rescuing me from a bad night out. I did like him, right away. I trusted him, which was my mistake. I should never have given so much respect to some random college boy, but I learned my lesson. And here we are.

"I am not messing with you. I felt this connection with you, and I just had to have you. Nothing else mattered that night. I thought I had one shot and I was not going to let it slip away. Seriously, Samantha, I know what I did was wrong, but I don't regret it, but I wouldn't trade meeting you for anything."

I observe him; he seems earnest, but I still don't know where I stand with him.

"Trust is so hard to earn back," I say to him. "Even if we were just young and I didn't know anything better."

"Look - okay, I wore your necklace every day after that night."

"Why?" I chuckle. I forgot how weird that was.

"Because I just didn't want to ever forget that night or the girl I met that night. I wanted to remind myself that there is someone out there that I really clicked with and liked a lot. Even if I might never see her again, it kind of gave me some weird kind of hope."

"James, if you had some weird epiphany about me and wanted to be with me, why didn't you just tell me about your girlfriend? That was so embarrassing when she ran into the room. I didn't want to hook up with anyone ever again. I was mortified."

He sighs and rests his head on his knees.

"I just - I don't know. That would have been the smart thing to do, but we were younger, and I wasn't thinking about the whole picture."

We sit silently for a while longer. I try to process what he said. I still feel so confused. I look over at him, and he stares at me, hoping for some sort of answer. But it is all just too much for me. I stand up abruptly.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"Away."

"Why?"

I fold my arms and shrug avoiding eye contact.

"I don't know James. It's already so messed up that we are step siblings and then on top of that it's like we have some weird history and none of it really adds up. It’s just so messy. I don't have a clue whether or not I can trust. The only thing I am really certain about it that having sex with you is fucking amazing, but I don't think that justifies everything." He takes a deep breath.

"I don't know what to say, Samantha."

"You don't have to say anything." I start to walk away and return back to my room where he won't be able to bother me and I can just think to myself.

"Sam! Don't walk away. We can figure this out!" he shouts from the beach behind me. But I keep going. Tomorrow we will fly back home, and I can just move on and forget that anything weird like this happened. Maybe I will have to put up with him at Christmas or something, but I could deal with once a year. I've gone this long without him in my life. There is no reason why I should continue a relationship with my step brother. The resort is pretty empty this late since everyone else is sleeping now. I think about going to my parent's room to talk to my mom, but that plan doesn't make much sense. So, I decide on getting drunk and then going right to bed.

 

Chapter 11

James

 

Fuck me. Fuck me! I stand abruptly and run off the beach. I had one goal this whole trip, and that was to win the heart of the only girl I have really fallen for, and yet here I am fucking it all up. I cannot believe it. She is literally just walking away from me. But I won't let her get any farther. I run fast, chasing after her. I bump into only a few people, mainly the workers. But my legs are peddling as quick as they go. I catch a glimpse of her ahead of me. She slides into the elevator. Fuck!

I turn a sharp left, nearly knocking over a cleaning lady.

"Sorry!" I shout as I swing open the stairwell door. I bound up the steps, nearly falling on my face. I did tell her early tonight that if we started, there was no stopping me. She left me on the beach after I poured my heart out with nothing to say, and she left me with a serious boner. I should be used to it all, but I am not. My legs drum up the stairs. Goddammit for staying on the eighth floor. I haven't been in the gym all week, and the only cardio I have done is from fucking Samantha, which I would much rather prefer than an eight-mile run. But the tall flight of stairs doesn't stand a chance at trying to slow me down. I arrive on the top floor and bound through the doors, almost falling straight on my face and eating shit. I see her there. Her hand is on the key, and the door is opening. I push my legs and lunge in the last sitch effort to catch her. To my relief, my hand hits the heavy wooden door hard. It stops from shutting completely.

"James what the hell are you are doing?" she asks, looking down at me. I am laying on the floor looking up at her slightly embarrassed by my behavior. I stand up.

"Don't you dare lock me out tonight," I say, pointing my finger at her chest. She raises her eyebrows and looks rather surprised. Honestly, I am surprised with myself.

"Okay," she sighs, slightly opening the door. "I will not lock you out."

"Thank you," I say, as I bend my hands on my knees, as I try to catch my breath. Jesus, I need to work out some more this is no good. I take a second to regain my posture. I reach a hand out and push the door open so that I can walk through into the room. Samantha stares at me.

"What do you want, James? What was the reason for the big chase through the resort?"

"Why did you walk away from me?" I ask, staring at her. She looks so beautiful. The sun has caused her skin to freckle lightly, and her cheeks are pink, as well as her ass cheeks. Her skin is starting to tan, and her eyes look striking. She takes a deep breath and sits at the end of the bed.

"Because, James I-"

"You what?" I ask her looking into her eyes. I walk over and rest on my knees in front of her. She folds her legs and looks out the window.

"I just don't understand what is happening here and I don't see how anything good can come from this." She looks up at me and then back at the ground. "You've already broken my trust multiple times, and I just don't know if I’m ready for it once more."

"Okay," I say standing slowly. "I think I know what we need to do."

"What?" she asks.

I don't answer her with words, but with a long slow kiss. I press my lips to hers, leaning in and pushing her back into the bed. I kiss her again slowly. Our lips are pressing on each other. She keeps hers sealed, but eventually, she opens her mouth, and her hands wrap around my back. I cannot get enough of her mouth. Never have we taken it slow with one another. It has always been about passion and intense fucking, but now we take our time. Our tongues are slipping in and out of our mouths tasting one another. Letting the kisses lead us to one another and to know our bodies. She caresses my back and neck. Her hands are gingerly gliding underneath my shirt along with my skin. My hands slowly rise underneath her swimsuit to her breasts, where I cup them gently in my hand, enjoying the feeling of her tits. I roll her nipples in between my fingers until they are erect and hard. My hands take their time tracing to around her neck and gently pulling on the string of her bikini. Her breasts fall out underneath my chest. She lifts the bottom of my shirt up slowly, revealing my upper body. It falls on top of her breasts and pushes against them. I let out a low breath through my nose taking in every inch of her skin underneath mine. She hums softly as my mouth returns to her. My cock has begun to harden, eager to find the release that it was hoping for with her. Her body flutters and tenses as I move down her cheek, nibbling her ear. I want to kiss every inch of her body, show her how much I care about her. She is no casual fuck. She is the woman I am falling in love with. My lips trace down her neck, licking lightly. Her grip on my back tightens and then releases, she is not going to stop me. I find her tits inside of my mouth. I suck on them, taste them, feel them. She groans as my face buries itself in her breasts. And then I continue down my trail on her body. My fingers gentle grip her bathing suit bottoms and tug, removing them from her body. She lifts her back slightly to help me. They fall around her ankles, and there is her beautiful pussy, waiting for me, shining, slick and wet. My fingers glide over it. I cannot help but sneak a light touch. She is already soaking wet. My cock jerks up, swollen with blood. My tongue traces along the bare skin right above her clit, down to her inner thighs. I am saving my main course for a moment. I nibble slightly on her juicy thighs.

"That tickles, James," she whispers. I switch to kissing the tender spot. She places her hands through my hair, trying to push my mouth onto her clit, but I hover over it, just letting my hot breath fall over that sweet place. She lifts her hips in response, bringing my mouth onto her slit, but I wait. I want to savor this. My hands press her hips back down onto the bed, and then open her legs wide. She moans in frustration, but then finally my tongue dabs onto the point of nerves. It glides over her clit, and she lets out that sensual whimper I am drawn to so much. I rock my hips and rub my groin against the couch as though my dick has a severe itch. Fuck. She tastes so good.

"Mm, that feels amazing, James," she says hoarsely. She starts to move back and forth on my face. She wants more, and I give in to her needs with faster licks. Our eyes lock onto each other as we read one another. She bites her lips. She is squeezing her left breast and pinching her right nipple. My tongue dips down and up running the length of her clit. She starts to squirm and buck, but I keep a grip on her hips. Her body tries to find every way to keep my mouth on it. It follows my tongue, and I can feel it shudder as it returns to her clit. Her stomach tightens and her back arches. Her squirming begins to become less, as the orgasm is burning and will erupt soon, but I want her to wait. I lean back and return on top of her. My mouth finds hers again, and we kiss passionately. She can taste herself on my lips, and she continues to suck on my mouth with hers. Samantha pulls me hard. Her hands hold my head down so her mouth can ravish mine. I can feel the precum leaking out of my cock and into my boxers. I wiggle out of my shorts and my erection springs free. I press it lightly against her wet chamber, as we continue to kiss.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" I ask her. She smiles and looks into my eyes.

"Just like this, so I can see you," she whispers. Her hand reaches to gently touch my neck. I kiss her lips again, and then in one movement, my cock enters right into her. She moans loud, and my grip tightens on the sheets under her. I grit my teeth. I might lose it now. I was so worked up from earlier that my cock is basically a loaded gun, and Samantha is resting her finger on the trigger. I pull out afraid I will cum too soon that before she can protest my tongue replaces my cock inside of her slit and wiggles around, inching deeper into her. She pushes into my face as I tongue fuck her deep.

When I think I finally have enough stamina, I am on top of her. My hard erection returns inside of her. I clench my teeth and rock my hips. I go slow, taking in every second of my cock, dipping in and out of her. It emerges from the tight slit, slick and wet, fully engorged. Samantha moans tilting forward, underneath me. Her hips match mine, but then she moves them faster and faster. She is getting close.

"Harder," she says weakly. Fuck. I am not going to last long. I obey her and thrust hard into her. She cums and so do I at the same time, spilling my load out of my throbbing cock into her wet, contracting pussy. She keeps her arms locked onto me and holds me onto her as pleasure washes through her. The waves of ecstasy seem to transfer from me to her until they are over, and I slowly pull myself out of that tender place.

"You came?" she says with a smile looking up at me.

"Yeah...I was pretty jacked up since the beach. I'm actually surprised I managed a few thrusts in there."

She laughs, and my heart is overwhelmed. I pull her naked body into mine and hold her. She remains still.

"I can go again if you want," I whisper. My cock is already getting hard from just holding her.

"Yeah?" she asks.

She flips around.

"I think I know how I can help you too."

She slips down the bed until her head is level with my semi-hard cock, but as soon as her warm, hot lips squeeze around the tip of the shaft, I grow hard in a matter of seconds.

"Oh, fuck," I moan, as my step sister's lips work their magic along with my shaft. Her fingers travel up and massage my balls. Damn that feels good. I roll onto my back, and she travels with me, keeping her lips gripped tight. My hand pushes her hair back, and her eyes look into mine as she eats my dick. God, she is so hot.

"Uhh," I growl, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. Her tongue twirls around locking on to my now rock hard piece. Now, I will last a long time in bed. I reach down and gently touch her chin. As much as I am thoroughly enjoying this blowjob, I want to fuck her till she cums again. She looks up at me.

"What?" she asks.

"Sit on my dick," I say.

She smiles and pulls her pussy up over my cock and bounces down onto it. Her tits move with her, and I reach up and grab them, holding them. She rides my dick so well.

Samantha's head tilts back and her hair flies around her face. She looks so sexy. She lets out a cry of pleasure as I raise my hips, pushing myself into her directly deeper.

"Ah - ah, James..."

She bends forward then, so her tits are on my face. She jerks backward and slams her ass down, so my cock rips into her. I open my mouth and take her breast into my mouth sucking on their sweet flavor. As she humps me, her clit grinds against my pelvic bone. God, I am so aroused. I sit up then and kiss her. Our mouths move drunk with passion and our tongues slide over each other as if they are fucking just like us. I hold her bouncing body onto mine. My hand wraps around her ass to her sweet little asshole where it slips in. Her eyes go wide with the feeling of being full. I can feel my cock thrusting deep inside of through the small piece of flesh separating her special parts. The sensation of being inside of her like this gets me going some more. I let out a loud groan over her whimpers. Every time my cock enters her, she practically screams.

"Oh, fuck, James. Uh - uh -uh. It feels so good. Oh, God."

"Cum for me, baby," I grunt into her ear. Like clockwork, I feel her release with each orgasm. Her eyes flutter, and her breathing is deep and fast.

"Oh my god," she sighs. But I don't stop. I grab her and throw her around, setting her ass high in the air. I give it a light spank, and she turns to look back at me. My dick returns to its place, and it rocks in and out. Samantha seems to lose control. She falls forward into the pillow. The third orgasm tears into her with my cock. She becomes crazy tight. Jesus. I ram her until my penis can no longer handle her sweet pussy. I am overwhelmed with the intense release of sexual pressure. I groan as my hips purge her. After I cum, I fall backward on to the bed.

"Holy fuck," I sigh..."Holy fucking fuck."

"Are you okay?" she asks me from the other side of the bed. My step sister's pussy is officially wrecked, and so is my cock.

"I am way better than okay, Samantha. How are you?"

She sighs and covers her face with her hands.

"I feel amazing."

We look at one another the way we normally do after making love. Our eyes hold each other like nothing else in the world matters but each other, not our weird past or our new family relations. It is just her and me.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask her, pulling myself next to her.

"I'm thinking about how much I like having sex with you."

She turns and rests her hand on my bare chest, stroking the small amount of hair there.

"I like having sex with you!" I say jokingly.

"It's too bad it's fucked," she says back rather bleakly. It throws me off. I lean in to get a better view of her face.

"What do you mean?"

"I uh - we have to go back to the real world tomorrow."

"I'm not following you," I say scrunching up my eyebrows and staring her. She frowns and shakes her head sitting up. I follow my step sister as she goes into the bathroom and begins to freshen up.

"Don't walk away from me," I say.

"I'm not walking away."

I lean my hand on the doorframe and watch her in the bathroom mirror. Her perfect tits are swollen and her nipples red and tender. A few other red marks are present on her body, but they won’t be as many as on my back where she dragged her nails through. She turns and faces me.

"You are my step brother."

"I know that."

"This won't work."

I frown and fold my arms.

"Why does everything have to be so difficult for you? It's almost as though you don't want to have relations with me like you are looking for any possible excuse to get out," I say not aggressively, but I am getting fed up with her strange behavior now. "I just want you to make up your mind. That is all I want."

"I want that too," she says walking past me and then back to the bed.

"Can't you just trust me," I say as I follow her to the bed. She crawls into it.

"No...I can't just trust you, James. I thought I made that clear."

I let out a long sigh. It was a poor choice of words.

"What do I have to do to prove to you I want this?" I ask her seriously, sitting next to her. She looks so small to me suddenly, wrapped underneath the blankets like I need to hold her and keep her safe.

"You can't want this. You are my step brother. This won't work."

"You are telling yourself that, not me. I know this will work."

She chews on her cheek as she thinks silently to herself.

"Is that what you told Mallory?" She asks me, her eyes narrowing to mine.

"Okay, Samantha. Come on. That is not fair."

"No," she says fast and quick. "You are right. It isn't fair. It's not fair to me or this poor girl."

I push my hair out of my face. Now I am getting frustrated with her. I feel like ripping my hair out or jumping off the patio.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you that Mallory is not my girlfriend."

"I don't know if that's true!"

"Call Steve tomorrow!"

"Steve? Who the fuck is Steve?" she snaps. Now it's starting to get a lot more heated than before.

"He is my best friend...Never mind."

"Oh, come on, James. Really."

I shrug and walk to my door.

"Is this how it all ends?" I ask her.

She looks at me hopelessly, and then her eyes scan back to the floor. I don't have a good excuse to convince her that she should start seeing her step brother and enter some sort of forbidden relationship. The only good reason that I can really come up with is that the sex is super great. Otherwise, I have nothing. Samantha takes a breath and looks at me.

"I don't know, James. I don't see how this could work out."

I stand there half in the doorway, half in my room, watching her. I think this could be the last time I ever see her like this, laying in bed after we have just had sex. Her breasts are laying slightly over the bed sheet. Her face flushed and her long hair crazy over her shoulders, no make-up, tired, but relaxed, comfortable. I like how comfortable she is with me. We have always felt that from the moment we met in college all those years ago; there was some strange connection pulling us together. I take one last long look and freeze it in my mind, forcing myself to remember every detail. She stares at me as well. Her eyes are slightly sad. I don't know what to say to make her smile. I wish I could. I tried. I don't want to leave her and sleep by myself. Finally, after several minutes of standing in the doorway, Samantha breaks the silence.

"What are you doing?" she asks me.

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight," I say softly. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

"Are you going to sleep or are you going to try and fuck me."

"Depends," I say with a smile, "what do you want?"

I get a small laugh out of her, and her lips turn up into a smile. Her slender hand reaches over and gently pats the top of the mattress. I happily jump onto the bed. She bounces with the movement.

"But actually I am going to sleep," she says to me as I pull the covers down.

"Alright, alright," I sigh, snuggling up next to her. "I promise I won't seduce you."

She smiles, leans over, and turns off the dim lamp on the bedside table.

"I'm sorry this is all so weird," I whisper to her. I am not sure if she is still awake or not. But I don't want to fall asleep. I don't want to miss a minute of being together here with her in bed. This could be my last time.

"It's alright," she pats my arm. "We can just blame our parents."

"I guess in a way we are stuck together," I chuckle.

"Yeah...I suppose we are."

 

Chapter 12

Sam

 

In the morning, I wake up to my bed already empty. My fingers trace on the sheets to try and find James, but he is gone. It makes me think of the first night we spent together, and how badly I wanted to stay with him in the bed, safe in his room. I sit up slowly and glance over at the clock. I'll have to be at the airport in a few hours. My parents are probably getting breakfast at the moment. My mom has always been an early riser. I push the blankets off of my naked body, and slowly stand up. My pussy is slightly sore from the sex last night. I can't believe last night happened, and now we are going home today. I walk over to the bedroom door and knock on James door. I press my ear against it. It swings open, and I almost fall over.

James stands in the doorway. I almost lose my breath, he looks so handsome. The sun shines over his sandy hair. He has a white towel wrapped around his waist, below the defined v, but over his cock. His skin shimmers in the sun, still slightly wet from the shower, and his hair is all messy. I bite my lip trying not to gawk too long.

"Morning, sis," he says casually glancing at me, then he turns around and continues packing his suitcase, tossing his clothes into the black bag. I want him to pull me into his arms the way he always does and press me against his chest. But he just works on packing. I chew on my lip.

"So this is it now?" I ask. He looks up and smiles.

"Yeah, I guess," he sighs., folding his thick arms over his broad chest. "I mean it’s what you want, right?"

I glare at him.

"It's not exactly what I want, but it’s what is right," I declare. But I really don't know. It sounds like the right thing to say.

"Sure, I mean I would argue that us being together is what's right," he says. I shake my head.

"Can we just agree to be friends or something? Or else we'll just keep running in circles about what is right and what we should do or how to act?"

He smiles and leans against the wall.

"You want to be friends, Sam, like good brothers and sisters?"

"I don't think it's that ridiculous," I say. "For our parents."

He laughs and walks over to me, so he's almost touching me. He could easily push me up against the wall, drop his towel, and slide his cock right into me. I would probably orgasm right then and there.

"How about you come talk to me about being friends when you have some clothes on?" His chest rises and falls. I can feel the air from his lungs. I want to kiss him, but instead, I take a step back and cover my breasts by folding my arms over them. His eyes flash down and then up.

"Oh, now someone is suddenly shy."

Anger starts to bubble inside of me. I want to hit him or maybe fuck him.

"What do you want me to say, James?" I spew at him. "It's not like there's a self-help book about sleeping with your new step brother who you happened to have fucked once before, while he had a girlfriend."

He laughs and then pulls me against him. His skin feels hot and damp on mine. I close my eyes. Like an automatic response, my pussy starts to drop between my legs.

"I just want you to say, next time I'm deep inside of you, or when you're sitting on my face cumming, well… remind me that we are just friends." My body rolls with arousal at his words, but my heart grows angry. He continues, "Besides, sister, you are great at self-help."

"Are you fucking serious?" I hiss in his ear. "Am I the only adult here?"

He keeps his grip tight on me, holding me close to him.

"Oh Sam, you better stop getting angry. I always get so hard when you're mad."

He lets go of me, and I step backward. Damn him and that perfect masculine face.

"Shut up, James," I mutter as I dart out the bedroom door back to my room to start to pack. Perhaps space is what we need.

***

I sit on the plane. It feels like we have just arrived at the resort, but then again this week feels like a lifetime. I look over at James as he takes his seat next to me. He smiles and throws his bag in the overhead bin.

"Hey, friend," he says to me smiling. I shake my head.

"Will you just stop?" I please with him. "Let's just have a normal step brother and sister ride back home so we can go on with everything."

He looks at me a little confused, nods his head, and takes his seat next to me.

"I don't know if I can stop though," he says in a deep voice. I sigh, tilt my head out and cup my face in my hands. I may freak out and start screaming, but I try and breathe.

"Should I find another seat then?" I ask him blankly. I am so done playing this game.

"Definitely not. How am I supposed to touch you?" he winks. I roll my eyes and stare out the window. "I mean as friends Samantha. God, get your mind out of the gutter."

I don't know what comes over me, but I slam my hand against his chest.

"Ow!" he shouts, tilting forward and laughing. A few other passengers look up and stare at us. Luckily this time our parents are on the other side of the plane. We have been stuck in the shit back row. Just me and my weird step brother.

"I think I know why people aren't supposed to date step-siblings."

"Why?" he asks, rubbing where my hand hit him. I don't want to show it, but his chest is so hard that it hurt my hand.

"Because - the step brothers all turn out to be a bunch of sexual moronic cavemen."

"Oh, guns are out, and Samantha is firing them at me."

I don't enjoy his joking and roll my eyes.

"How do your eyes not hurt from rolling them so much?"

I snap and glare at him.

"You really are taking this role of being a big brother seriously now, aren't you."

He bites his lip, and raises his eyebrows.

"Isn't that what you want?"

I nod slowly and turn in my chair.

"And if you don't mind? I am going to take a nap," I say, reaching down and pulling my blanket out of my purse. I close my eyes, and the plane takes off. Its shakes and rattles as we hit some turbulence. James grabs hold of my thigh.

"I'm scared," he says jokingly.

"Seriously?"

"Please be a good friend and support me."

"Stop touching me, you are such a child."

"Which is exactly why I need you to support me while I am scared, Samantha." His hand grips harder. He is pressing so close to my pussy.

"Stop," I say once more in a low voice.

"Okay," he shrugs. His hand slides up though and glides to my clit where he rubs ever so quickly. The touch is so unexpected it sends a shiver through me. I let out a gasp of surprise, and I hit his hand.

"What?" he laughs.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" he asks, batting his eyelashes.

"Grab my pussy," I hiss into his ear.

He looks up with wide eyes.

"I didn't grab your pussy. Why did you have that thought? Is that what you want, Sam."

I don't even respond.

His hand lands in between my legs again and stays there. My clit shudders as it gets excited by the sensation of his fingers.

"What-"

"This is what you are talking about right?"

I grab his wrist to move it, but he holds it there. I am not strong enough to pull him off of me.

"This is not happening," I say flatly.

"Oh no, it is."

"Well, you aren't going to get a reaction out of me," I roll my shoulders and lean back.

"Are you challenging me? That would be pretty foolish of you."

I stare at him.

"No - I am telling you to stop."

"I wish it were that easy, but it’s impossible for me to not want to touch you."

His hand begins to move in between my legs. Back and forth, it travels, very slowly. I hold my breath.

I will not enjoy this, I repeat over and over to myself.

He leans in so his mouth in next to my ear. I look down. He's managed to pull the blanket over himself. No one would know that he is touching me. Maybe I can secretly enjoy this. He starts to move my clit faster. I unclench my stomach and ease into the movement. I can feel the wetness between my legs.

"I thought you weren't going to react?" he says smugly, grinning.

"It's just a natural response," I mumble.

"Is it?" he asks. His fingers unbutton my pants and slide past my underwear. Next thing I know his fingers are inside of me again on the airplane. I shudder as he thrusts them in and out. And then he stops.

"You like it. You are the perv here, not me."

I chew on my lip. I liked it way more than I thought I would. My pussy is hungry. For some reason, telling James no, only makes me want him sexually more. It's like a weird feeling of wanting to hit him, but then also have sex with him.

"I can't look at you right now," I say, unbuckling my seat belt and getting up.

"Where are you going right now?" he asks me.

"Away. You're just going to have to brave this out on your own. Sorry, kiddo."

I hurry past him and make my way to the bathroom. Its dark in the plane and most people have fallen asleep. I pass by the flight attendant and open the door into the bathroom. Just as soon as I close the door, I see out of the corner of my eye, sandy blonde hair and dark brown eyes walking toward me. I take a second. Should I lock the door or leave it open. Creak! James decided for me. His hard hand lands on the door handle, and he pushes the collapsing door in fast. He smooshes me against the small bathroom wall and locks it tight.

"I'm going to fuck you," he says.

"What?" I twist to turn to look at him, but his hands are already over my chest, grabbing my breasts. I lean back into him and can feel his cock swollen and long, underneath his jeans. He pulls his dick out from his zipper. Pre-cum drips from the tip; my pussy ripples and jumps at the sight of it. He turns me around again. We can barely move, but I bend forward over the small make shift counter. He slides himself into me. I grit my teeth not to make any noise. He thrusts hard, not fast, but rhythmically, pulling his cock almost out and then ramming it back in. Oh, this feels so naughty. I cannot believe it. Our parents are in the same area as us, and here we are in the bathroom of the airplane. I don't even like it here that much right now, which seems to make it hotter, like his cock is there just for me to ride.

His breath is heavy as he tries to contain the noise. Smack, he pushes himself into me. I let out a gasp. One hand reaches around and covers my mouth, while the other reaches under my bra and pulls at my nipple. I whimper and buck against him as he takes control of me.

Fuck.

God, it feels wrong but so amazing. My pussy throbs with the feeling of his dick penetrating me. Sweat runs off of his forehead and onto my skin. I reach down and play with myself, heightening the sensation to the max. I cum then. His hand stifles my cries, and his cock fill my pussy with the rush of pleasure consumes me.

"You fucking came," he whispers, fucking me harder. "You came because you love this cock."

I cannot respond. His hand still covers my mouth. My hand reaches up to pull his away.

"Keep touching yourself, don't stop," he says to me. I listen, continuing to rub at my pleasure nerve, which has now flattened itself. It only takes a few seconds for it to return to its engorged state. James continues pounding into me. My legs feel weak, his cock is so good. I am not sure if I can handle another orgasm. We hit a bit of turbulence, but we are so tightly packed in the bathroom, that we feel okay. We cum at the same time then. Our bodies are shaking. I feel his cock swell and then disperse itself into me, filling my vibrating pussy. He slowly pulls out.

"Wait, a few minutes to come out after me," he says, zipping his pants back up and looking at me. I smile, fixing my clothes.

"Are you real?" I ask him. He laughs.

"Why do you ask that?"

I take a second before I respond.

"Because - there is no one like you on this planet."

He winks.

"That's right, friend. That is right."

I wait in the bathroom for a minute, before sliding out. My heart is raising, and I expect, for some reason, the whole plane will be standing outside of the door ready to comment and complain about us having sex, but no one seems to look this side. I shut the door slowly and let out a little cough. I make my way back to the seat where James has already started to drift to sleep.

"Scuse me," I say politely. My ass passes eye level to his face. I am surprised he doesn't lean forward and try to take a bite out of it.

"Hey," he whispers. "How was the bathroom?"

"Alright."

He smiles.

"Only one more hour till we are home," he says looking at his watch and back at me.

"Yup," I nod.

We sit in awkward silence for a moment.

"And this is over then?" he says slowly.

I put my hair up in a ponytail. It got pretty messed up while we were in the bathroom.

"I am afraid so. I don't really see the conversation happening with Mallory where you are going to tell that you have been screwing your step sister."

He frowns.

"You know she's not my girlfriend."

"Well, she is someone or something in your life," I say back to him. He furrows his bows and starts to fidget with his thumbs rubbing his fingers together.

"You...you can't keep jumping back and forth. This whole trip you were trying to fuck me and then right after you are full of remorse."

"That's not true," I say.

"It is true. Why can't you see I won't let you down. I am still here after all the shit we have been through. I still want you."

The pilot comes over the speaker to inform us we will be landing in the next half hour. I tug on the belt.

"I just - I don't know what to think James."

"Why do you have to think anything out. What does your gut tell you?"

"That-" I take a second to think about it. "that dating my step brother is wrong."

"That doesn't sound like a gut reaction," he scoffs, tilting his head back in frustration.

"It's just not the answer you wanted to hear." I look out the window. I can see the earth coming into view as we descend out of the skies. It looks so beautiful. The cityscape appears; the vacation is over, and any fantasy of James has to end with it. This is the real world now, not paradise. I tell myself I made the right decision and that everything will work out. James has fallen quiet. He must have realized he has run out of time. I don't know how he sees this working, but the sooner I get away from him, the better.

The plane rumbles and skirts against the run way, shaking. He doesn't grab my leg in fear. He unbuckles himself instead, as soon as he can head off the plane. I follow after him.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask him, hurrying up my legs.

"No, Sam. I'm not mad. I just don't know what you want from me. I can't stay away from you. It's not that easy. So I - I don't know." He looks away, and his suitcase comes out of the luggage dispenser. Our parents approach us.

"Hey, you guys." I hear my mom's voice. We both turn and look at her. She smiles. Stanley holds her arm in his. "That flight went quick," she says, laying her in head into my step dad's chest.

"Yeah," I sigh...James' eyes meet mine for a second, and we look away. So is it going to be weird now? "I slept the whole time, so it really went by."

I hear James snort behind me. I whip around.

"What?" he asks innocently.

"Well, what are you guys' plans?"

"I am probably going to fly out to L.A. I have a few meetings set up," James says.

I try my best not to stare at him. So he is leaving for good. Going far away from me, it is actually happening. I suddenly feel empty.

 

Chapter 13

James

 

I open the door to my condo and throw my suitcase onto the ground. After the wedding and trip, it feels good to be at one of my homes. I reach for the light switch.

"Well, hello handsome," a voice says slowly. My hearts leap out of my chest.

Samantha? Has she come all the way out to LA to see me?

No, that doesn't make sense. Mallory appears in the doorway wearing a red lingerie. A lacy red thong covers her pussy, and a see-through bra holds her tits up. But she doesn't compare to Samantha. I force a smile.

"Hey," I say, walking to the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of ice water.

"I'm so glad you finally made it home," she purrs, walking toward me. She slips her hands around my waist and pulls me in.

"I was wondering when you would be back in LA. I'm glad I caught you."

"How did you know when I would get back?" I ask her, taking a long sip of water and finishing it with one gulp.

"You texted me and told me last night."

"Oh..." I trail off. I don't remember, but it seems like something I would do after Samantha and I got in a fight. "Nice." She nuzzles into my back, and I feel her soft breasts push up against me. But it does nothing to me. Maybe I am just tired.

"Look I had a really long flight, Mallory." She tosses her dyed blonde hair over shoulders.

"Then just let me help you relax. You have a big work week ahead of you."

I don't remember ever giving her a key to my condo. Mallory slips around and drops to her knees. Her hands unzip my pants and pull out my cock. She slips it into her mouth. She bobs her head and takes my whole piece. I close my eyes, but I suddenly see Samantha in my mind.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asks, holding my flaccid cock in her fist.

"I told you I'm tired," I rezip my pants and collapse onto my couch. Mallory follows me into the living room.

God - why doesn't she just leave and find someone else to bother.

"So like are you just going to bed now?" she asks walking over to the couch and sitting on it by my feet.

"Yeah, probably," I say.

She leans in again; her hands climb over my body, and she tries to rub my cock through my pants.

"Are you upset I didn't come to the wedding?" she asks.

"No," I laugh slightly.

"Why are you laughing?" She pulls away.

"What are you here for, Mallory?" I ask her sitting up. "Seriously - why?"

She tilts her head and glares at me.

"To fuck you? I don't know though after you have all this attitude with me." I nod.

"You should probably just head home. We should stop these late night rendezvous. We tried the relationship - we should just give up," I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

She looks at me stunned.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

I rest my hands on her shoulders.

"I can't break up with you. We were never together."

She frowns and stands in a flurry. I feel like a douche bag. I sit there and watch as she runs to the bathroom and changes. I can hear her mumbling under her breath and cursing my name. I place my head in my hands and close my eyes. Fuck. Not only is the girl of my dreams mad at me but now so is my friends with benefits. But she was never really my friends, just a good lay. Maybe Samantha was right; maybe I am I a piece of shit.

"Why, James? Why are you doing this?" Mallory asks me, standing in the doorway wearing a coat and jeans.

"Just go, Mallory. You are a really nice girl. You deserve a relationship with someone who wants to commit to you."

Mallory curses under her breath and opens the door. She glares me.

"Call me when you start making sense." The door snaps shut. I don't think I will ever make sense. I mean, I am in love with my step sister. I don't think she will find that to be reasonable. I pull out my phone and start looking through the pictures we took on the trip. I stare at the one of Samantha and me on the boat. Her beautiful body underneath that skimpy little bathing suit. God, she looks so hot, and even better when she was on her knees. Now, my cock gets hard; I wonder what my step sister is doing. Did she make it home okay? Is she missing me the way that I miss her? Fuck, I would do anything for her tight pussy. It hasn't even been a full day, and I already am missing her. I stand up, trying to remove my erection which is pressing into my pants. I could text her, but I won't. She made it clear that she wanted to keep our relationship platonic. I shuffle in my bed, knowing that my hand will be the only relief I will receive for a while.

 

 

 

Chapter 14

Sam

Jesus Christ. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. It has been a few months since the wedding, and nothing went back to what I thought it would. I look over at the man in my bed. I'm finally sobering up and realizing sleeping with my coworker was not a smart idea. I stare at him. He's alright looking and a nice guy, but nothing like James, and nowhere near as good in bed. I haven't had someone make me cum since James. Ugh - why am I still stuck on my step brother. I wait for a second to see if my coworker wakes up. He doesn't. I slide my hand over and shake his shoulder. He tosses and turns, but just rolls over. Fuck. I lay there in my bed, listening to the visitor's chest rise and fall next to me as he sleeps peacefully. I would do anything for it to be James, so I could roll on top of him and fuck him. He would make me cum. I start to get wet thinking about my step brother. I look at the person next to me. Maybe I could wake him up and try to do round two. No...I stare at him some more; it wouldn't be any good. No one is as good as James. I glance over at my phone. I could text him. No, I have gotten this far. My coworker stirs in his sleep. This is going to be a long night.

The morning comes, and James’ replacement sits up. I am already dressed, holding a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," I say, sipping from the coffee cup.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. I hate that he just called me that. I try not to cringe. "What do you have going on today?", he asks me. I really hope he is not planning on sticking around here. I am so bad at this.

"I actually have a uh- meeting today, in like twenty minutes, so I'm super busy..." I stumble as I lie, very poorly.

"A meeting?" he scrunches up his eyebrows and stares at me.

"Yeah..."

"But its Saturday?"

"I know - it's uh...it's not work-related, so that's what I have today in a little bit. Do I need to call a taxi for you? I am not sure where you live." I think he gets the idea. You would have to be an idiot not to pick up what I am trying to put down.

He scrunches up his face and gets out of the bed, pulling his pants up around his waist. In the broad daylight, I realize I really made a poor mistake with sleeping with him.

"Okay...I understand,"

"What," I laugh nervously.

"You don't want me here. You don't have to be so obvious about it." Her throws his shorts on and then walks toward the door.

"No - I.." there is no point in pretending that I actually want him to stay. I wait standing still as he heads out of the door. Finally, I sigh as I receive relief from his presence. I land back on my bed and close my eyes. Maybe I will be able to get some sort of sleep.

But that isn't happening. I lay there, once more. Images and thoughts of James flash across my eyes. I would do anything to have him walk through the door and take me from behind, but that's not happening. Fuck. How did our relationship slip through our fingers? It was my fault, wasn't it? He wanted to try it out whether or not I was his step sister. But I was afraid; I don't know what I was fearful of, but I was. Was most of it all just made up in my head? He tried so hard every time I would push him away. I decided then I should just get up. There is no chance that I am going to fall asleep. Last night was supposed to help me forget about James, but I think it made it way worse.

I start my day. Brushing my teeth and getting dressed. I stand in front of the mirror staring at my body. I remember when James' hands cupped my breasts, and his dick pressed onto my ass. There were so many nights that we spent together on the trip where my body just went crazy from his touch. Never has anyone made me feel that way. He is the only one. I look at my pussy. I recall the way he would rub me and make my body shudder as I cum uncontrollably. I get dressed and try to start my day, but I can't. Fuck, I miss his dick and the way it felt when I rode it. There was nothing better. My phone lights up, and I grab it eagerly hoping that he has texted me. I know he won't, though. I foolishly pushed him away. He wouldn't disrespect what I wanted. He is too good a guy. But then again he fucked me over so much. He lied to me several times. When do I know when he is being honest with me? He is so great at sweet talking. I take a deep breath and think back to our time together. I never did give him a chance to really explain himself about Mallory and all of that.

Maybe I should. Perhaps it is the time that I do something. If I don't talk to him soon, I will never be able to get over it all. I should at least get some sort of closure. I am sure after a few months that he has found someone who is already head over heels in love with him.

I stare at my phone and the blank screen. I don't even know where to start. I feel like I owe him some sort of apology, but he probably does not want to hear from me anyways. Have some confidence, I scream in my head. But when it comes to actually typing the words out on my phone, I panic and just stare at the screen. Texting him could mean that he has found someone else, or that he can deny me. I hold the phone in my hand, and it feels like a weight pulling me down, and then with one swift finger movement, before I can even think about it, I hit call on his name. The phone starts to ring, and my heart leaps out of my chest. It rings again. I'm sure he will put me to voicemail, but right when the call should end, I hear his voice.

"Hello," he says slowly.

"Hey...James?" I act as though I don't recognize his voice, which is dumb, because I called him. I feel like screaming and shouting. Fuck, He is so close to me.

"Samantha?" he asks.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you calling me? What's up?

I choke. What do I say? What do I want? How do I tell him everything that has been bothering for the past few months? I know that I want him, but now I feel stupid. It seems like a mistake. He is still my step brother.

"Where are you?" I ask. That was stupid and random. He pauses, and the silence haunts me. I begin to sweat and feel nervous.

"I am still in LA," he says slowly.

"How are you enjoying it?" I ask. That was another stupid question. But I am so freaking out, I have no clue how to handle this.

"Uh, it's alright. You know it works. So I am making the best out of it."

That's great." I respond badly.

Another stupid thing for me to say.

"Yeah, I guess it is great. Do you need anything? I am kind of busy." My heart drops. Calling him was an obvious mistake. He does not sound excited to hear my voice whatsoever. I probably just pissed him off. I take a deep breath.

"So that's all you wanted to know?" he asks, patiently. I am surprised he even answered the phone.

"No," I say fast.

"Then what do you need?"

"You," I whisper into the phone. There is a long moment of silence, and I think my heart may jump out of my chest. "Are you still there?" I ask, waiting.

"You what?" he asks. God, the sound of his voice sounds amazing through the phone and into my ear. I missed it so much.

"I want you," I say again, slowly, making sure that each word can be heard. Again there is another long silence. "Can we just...can we just meet somewhere or something. I really want to talk to you." I am pressing the phone so hard on my face. Another long pause fills the space, and I almost hang up, but then he finally speaks.

"Sam," he says cautiously.

"Yes?"

"I just bought tickets to fly to you for tomorrow."

There are no words for the smile that appears on my face. I want to scream, or dance, do something. But instead I cry, tears trickling down my cheeks.

"Great..." is all I respond with.

"Okay," he repeats, I am holding the phone so tight my knuckles have gone white.

"Okay, I whisper back. "I am so excited to see you."

"I am excited to see you too. I've missed you so much."

Inside, I am smiling so much.

"Alright...well…until then, James..."

"Goodbye, Sam. I am thrilled you called me."

"Me too..."

I hang up the phone. Holy fuck I feel I am so happy. James is going to be here tomorrow. My body is already starting to turn on and I am aroused with the idea of my step brother being so close to me, holding me, fucking me.

I had no idea I really missed him that much. The excitement coursing through my body lets me see the truth. There is something more to us than just sex, even if we are step brother and sister.

 

Chapter 15

James

 

I hang up the phone. My head is spinning, and my cock is already erect. The sound of her voice turned me on so much. As soon as she told me that she wanted to see me, I got a boner. I cannot believe it. After these few months, she still is thinking about me. I know that it is meant to be.

I wasted no time going ahead and buying tickets to fly to her. But now I have to wait until tomorrow for the flight. I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about her.

Am I just going to grab her and start fucking her there? Is that what she wants me to do?

My brain starts to run wild with ideas of how I am going to greet her. From behind or perhaps I will take her with my mouth. God, I love the way she tastes. It’s like I am about to have a feast full of my favorite desserts. Except for the fact, I am in love with the desserts.

 

The next morning, I wake up before my alarm. I booked the earliest flight that I could. I am so excited to see her. I text her and let her now that I am on my way. The trip seems to take forever, but eventually the flight lands. I run out to the parking lot and grab the first taxi that I see. I shout the address to him as I throw my luggage into the trunk. And the next thing I see is her condo building in front of me. The trip now suddenly feels like a blur. Samantha is the only thing on my mind. My heart skips a beat. The driver stops and then I rush out of the car. I make my way up to the front, and blood starts to pour into my cock as I get an erection at the thought of being close to her. I cannot wait to see her bent over, begging for me to keep going until I make her legs shake and make her cum on me. I take a deep breath and remind myself not to get too aroused. I still don't know exactly what she wants to talk about or what might happen. But I know that my palms are sweaty, and I have no idea what to expect. I stand outside of her apartment door. My hand reaches up, and I take a long second before I knock. She could just have invited me over just to yell at me for leading her on, but I doubt it; she told me that she wanted to see me. Who knows what she meant by that, but I had no choice. This is it. This is the moment for us. I know that whatever happens, I need her to understand how I feel about her. My palms begin to sweat, and the door to the condo opens.

Samantha stands in front of me. She looks amazing. I don't know if it is possible, but she seems to have gotten even more attractive. A loose sweater hands off her shoulder and I can see her bra strap poking through, and her pants hug around her ass. She stares at me and sucks on her bottom lip.

"Hey,” she whispers ever so softly. I don't even let her finish. My hands reach out, and I scoop her up into my arms. My mouth finds her. God, she tastes so good. I pull her in gently sliding my tongue into her mouth. It is as though we have never kissed before. Everything feels new and exciting, and yet, familiar and safe. Holding her, actually just touching her awakens every part of me. We kiss for a long time, letting our mouths melt together. I hold her close to me, taking her in and bringing her back to me. I cannot believe I almost lost this woman.

"God, I have missed you," I exhale as her mouth pulls from mine so we can catch a breath. But our bodies stay close. I feel the need to consume her, own every piece and inch; being away from her was worse than anything I could imagine. We take a moment to look at one another and then, I bend down and kiss her some more. My cock has already begun to swell, to its full size. I don't know if I can wait another minute without being inside of her. I reach down and pick her up. My hands reach under her legs and pull her to me.

She wraps around me. Our groins grind furiously against one another. I walk over to the kitchen counter and set her down on the cold granite; Samantha keeps her legs tied around me holding me into her. We continue to kiss, tongues dodging and pulsing into one another, like it's our first time. My hands grab at her soft flesh, running on her thighs. She bucks into me. My thumbs clip the inside of her underwear and slide it down to her ankles. Her hands are already gripping my belt and unbuckling my pants. The jeans drop to my ankles. Her hands grab on my blood filled cock. I grunt as her delicate fingers travel up and down my shaft, pulling, tugging.

She gasps as I briefly brush against her sweet slit. I return back to my previous position, so my hot cock is pressing against her precious sensitive nerve. She rocks her body into my cock, bobbing up and down. I can feel her wetness against my hard shaft. God, she feels so good. Nothing compares to her. Our breathing is in rhythm together. We both are so tense the moment before we are reunited. And then my hands reach under her legs, and I hoist them up in my hands as her bare ass sits on the cold counter. Slowly, I enter her, my full length.

"Oh, fuck," I groan as I bury myself in her completely. Her head falls back. I reach up and rip her shirt down. My mouth finds her swollen breasts, and I suck on them, as my hips move in reverse, slamming back into her dripping wet cunt. Samantha gasps with each deep thrust.

"Fuck," I mutter in her ear, over and over. Being reunited with her body is filling me with intense pleasure. I pull her harder into myself. I am losing control, and my body is taking over. Each thrust makes air sharply escape her lungs. Her hands paw at my back and hold me close. Her bare chest rubs against my shirt. I can feel her stiff nipples bouncing off me.

"James - faster - fuck. Oh my god. Fuck," she murmurs between gasps and groans. I clench my jaw, focusing on making my step-sister cum on my cock. Her pussy is wet, I slip and slide out of her, thudding against the counter with so much passion…All I want is her!

"I'm going to cum," she whines, "I'm-uh, James!"

Her pussy tightens around my cock and with eyes closed, she buries her face in me. My body is seizing. She whimpers as I continue to enter her, never letting her recover. Then all at once, her hands land on my chest, and Samantha pushes me out of her. I stumble a step back slightly confused. Then she slides off the counter and down to her knees.

"Fuck my mouth," she says, nuzzling my dick with her lips. I grab my shaft, and my hand falls on her head. I grab a handle of her hair and guide her lips around my dick. She lets out a soft moan as my cock enters her warm mouth. Her tongue glides along my shaft, making me swell even more. Damn. That feels so too good. My hand guides her head, pulling it back and forth, and my hips dive into her, sending my cock deep down her throat. For a second, she gags slightly, but when I try to pull out, her neck follows me. She wants my whole cock deep into her throat. She lets out another moan and bobs her neck, deep throating me. I can't make it another minute, but I don't want to cum in her mouth. I want to do it inside of her. I have been away for long, not to be able to claim to feel her insides as I climax. I release her head and pull her up. I spin her around. My cocks press against that juicy ass. She gasps. Samantha starts to touch herself. I take a second and watch her. God, she is amazing. It's so fucking hot to watch her pleasuring herself like I am spying on my sister. My hand gently rubs her ass. Pre-cum leaks out of my cock. I cannot wait for anymore. She needs to be fucked some more. My hand reaches around, and I push her down over the counter. Her breasts flatten against the cold granite counter. She gasps as my pelvis pushes on her ass and my cock penetrates her pussy. Her back tightens.

"Keep touching yourself," I tell her. Her hand returns, as she massages herself just the way she likes. I can feel her fingers tugging and moving her pussy as I ram into her. Deeply, my cock stretches into her pussy's limits. Her face falls forward and presses into the counter. I can feel the climax building in me, centering between my legs powerful and focused. Samantha cries out.

"Cum in me, James. I need you to fill me," she whines. My hand grabs the back of her neck and her long hair. I fuck her like a jackhammer. Her ass bounces against me, and she pushes back as I disappear in and out. And then I can't hold out any longer. Intense euphoria escapes out of me. My load fills the inside of her pussy, unleashing into her. "Fuck, uh - uh -uh," I grunt and growl as the orgasm is more intense than any I have ever experienced. Reuniting with her seems to make every wash of pleasure and sensation even more powerful. I take a step back and pull out. Samantha bends over the counter. She takes a few deep breaths and then finally turns around.

"Wow," is all I can manage to whisper. My cock still throbs with pleasure. She pushes her hair out of her face, and she smiles.

"There's no one like you," she says.

I smile and walk over, holding her against my shirt.

"Let's lie down for a little bit, okay?" I say to her. Her eyes catch mine, and she nods. I lift her up in my arms. She feels so small as I hold her. I cannot believe I was away this long, letting her be in the world all on her own. I know she is smart and independent, but I can't help but have the overwhelming desire to protect her.

"Which way is your bedroom?" I chuckle. I forgot I had never been to her house before, and she hasn't been to one of mine. I look down at her. There is so much for us to share. I know I need her.

"It's just down the hall the left," she says with a smile. Her slender finger pointing. Her condo is nice. I didn't give it much attention, but it's clear she has managed very well for herself. I follow her instructions and carry her to her room, where I lay her down on the bed slowly. She curls up on the pillows. I pull off my shirt, so I am naked along with her and lay down next to her.

"Thanks so much for flying out, James," she whispers.

"Anything for you," I tell her. My hand caresses her cheek,

I hold her against me. My hand gently brushes through her long hair. I hear her breathing return to its normal pace.

"How have you been?" I ask her. She looks up at me with those dreamy eyes. I can see so much is happening up in her thoughts, but she just smiles.

"I'm better now, James," she whispers snuggling into my chest.

"What made you decide to call me?"

She takes another pause to think it over.

"I'm not sure," is all she responds with, but I know her. I know there is more to this. It was not some last minute late night booty call.

"Come on, Samantha. Tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours."

She buries her face back into my chest, avoiding conversation with me.

"I just wanted to see you," is what she whispers without looking up. I can feel her heartbeat quicken in her chest. Her hand moves back down to between my legs, and she finds my cock. I let out a low grown as she begins to wake my member back up, by gently stroking.

"What are you doing?" I ask her, "We need to - talk -uh, about -"

She takes my hand and puts it to that warm, wet place between her legs.

"Just touch me, James. Please," she whines, rubbing her groin into my hand. I know that we should talk about our relationship. I don't want to leave her again. I want to stay here, but I don't know what she wants. I have no clue, the only thing that I am sure about is that she wants my cock right now, and I am going to give to her. I will keep giving it to her until she tells me she no longer wants it. My cock is already stiff in her hand, erect and pointed to the ceiling. I have missed her so much, she could just talk about sex, and I would be hard as wood. She continues massaging me, her fingers grace against my calls and cup them gently. Tingles disperse through me. I start to give her more. I rub her clit fast, moving the small nub back and forth. She starts to squirm reacting to my touch. She bucks away and rolls onto her stomach; I keep my hand on her still. She raises her ass slightly into the air. Her face stays buried in the pillow as she lets out soft sighs. But I slide down. My tongue starts with her ass cheeks. I can't help but get a taste of her. My mouth travels along her crack to her sweet little hole.

"Uhh -I like that," she moans, as I continue eating her ass out. She rocks her hips against the bed. I continue dining on my delicious dish, working myself down to her wet pussy, sliding my tongue in and out of her. She moans and gasps. "I love the way your mouth feels inside of me," she murmurs. Her fingertips stretch out and clamp down on the pillows. I grab her ass, squeeze hard. The soft, squishy tissue molds into my hands and I shake it hard, watching as her cheeks shake. I give them a hard slap. She winces and moans, her hips raise and then fall back down as the stinging from my hand subsides.

"You are mine," I growl. I suddenly feel an animalistic rush over. She needs to know that she belongs to me forever. There are no other options. She turns to look back at me. Her mouth hangs open as she breathes heavily. I ram my fingers into between her legs. She whimpers, as I stroke her G spot. "You like that, don't you," I say between my teeth. My cock is racing. Blood pumps through my body and my heart pounds in my ear.

"I do," she pants, "I like that so much."

I pull my fingers out fast and leave her with an aching pussy. She lifts her ass up in the air hungry for me to relieve the itch, but instead I put my weight on top of her. My dicks run the length of her ass and rubs in between her crack. I rock it slowly back in forth. My hand slides around her neck, and I gently hold her head in place next to mine. I breathe on her face. She lets out another soft moan.

"I will not let you go again," I whisper, continuing to rock my hips back and forth, my hard raw cock pushes into her ass. My hand tightens around her neck slightly and then releases. Samantha twists and writhes under my weight. Her ass bucks up. She is trying to slip my cock into her, but I raise my hips up and hover over her.

I place my hand on her shoulder and hold her down, pushing her into the bed. She gasps. My hands hover her backside and gently massage her asshole, then the whole of my hands grabs her pussy. I can feel it throbbing ever so slightly. I push it hard, feeling her little pussy lips rubbing against the pad of my fingers. She lets out a moan of frustration.

"Beg for it, little sister," I whisper in her ear.

"Fuck me, James," she whispers. I sit back and continue to gently push the palm of my hand along her whole slit.

"Not good enough," I hiss. I slide a finger into her, and then remove it fast. She shudders.

"Please...please. I need your cock inside of me."

I bite my lip. My cock is throbbing, long, and hard. I hover it between her pussy lips, teasing her opening. She lets out a small scream and tries to back up, so my dick will push into her, but I keep my hand on her shoulder holding her body.

"Ah, ah, ah," I whisper, pulling my cock away.

"No," she groans. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I laugh at a little.

"Aren't big brothers supposed to tease their sisters?" My hand falls back to her wet opening. God, she wants it so bad. My fingers pinch her clit, and her whole body flexes. Her hand darts to find her clit, but I grab both of her hands and lift them over her head.

"No, no. That's cheating." I spank her ass. "That's what you get for trying to cheat." She lets out a long sigh and starts to wiggle. I spank her again. Her ass flexes once more, and her hips fall into the bed.

"Beg for it," I say harshly into her ear. She closes her eyes and breathes heavily.

"I want you. I need you to fuck me. Please give it to me, make me yours. Your cock is the only one I want. James, help your little sister, please. Ah - I want you so bad."

I reward her then. My hands fall on her shoulders to brace myself. I lower my pelvis over her ass, so it rests on her juicy cheeks. My dick presses past her lips as my hand guides into the sopping wet cunt. Samantha cries out as my cock rams into her again and again. Her face buries in the pillow. Her legs quickly buck up, and hips gyrate around my cock. I grunt as I slide my palm under her body to her bare chests. I twist and pinch her nipples hard. She wiggles underneath as the climax begins once more. I fill her needs as she cums again onto my cock. My hips thrust faster. I cum soon after her; My cock pumps its juice into her body. I slowly pull my cock out of her.

 

 

 

I lay next to her. Our breathing is so hard, and we both feel a bit tired, but I have not felt this great in a long time. Being back with Samantha makes me feel complete. I roll next to her and hold her gaze.

"How are you doing?" I ask gently.

"Wonderful," she says.

"Good...good."

She props her head up onto her hand. My heart swells with love for her. She brushes her hair out of her face. There is so much I want to say to Samantha. I have spent the last several months going over and over in my head the right words that she needs to hear. Her hand touches me.

"That was the best sex I have had in a really long time," she says softly, her large eyes staring at mine. I scratch my chin.

"Same," I murmur and then begin to laugh.

"What?" she asks, cocking her head. Her long hair falls down her shoulder and back into her face. I pull it out of her eyes. She smiles.

"It’s just...that's the first time I have had sex since the trip." I feel slightly embarrassed telling her that. It makes me look like I am really hung up on her. But I am. It is the truth, and I want to be honest with from now on.

"Are you serious?" her eyes are wide. She covers her mouth with a hand and stares at me. I nod slowly.

"Swear to God."

"Why?" she laughs.

"What do you mean why?" I ask her back. "I am completely stuck with you."

She gets quiet and rolls over on the bed next to me. She gets close to my face and bites her bottom lip.

"I am still stuck with you."

I throw my arms around her slim back and pull her close to me.

"Then what are we doing?" I ask genuinely ask her, hoping that she will be able to finally provide me with some sort of answer or truth to our relationship.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," she sighs. "It’s like we have this connection between us. You and I were made for each other. I just - what do we do?" She looks at me confused. And now, we are back to where this whole thing started. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I need to cautious about how I present this to her.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?" she hums.

"Do you know that I was never officially dating Mallory? I want you to know that. My dad just was confused. I know it looked bad, but that's the truth. We weren't anything, and I stopped talking to her the day we got back from the trip."

"Well, you didn't have to do that," Samantha says, exasperated. "I never wanted you to feel like you had to end things with someone."

I kiss her forehead lightly.

"You didn't. I ended it with her because I had meant to and I wanted to. And then being with you in the Bahamas made me know one hundred percent that you were all that I wanted forever."

Samantha gets quiet and starts to get rather nervous. "Sam?"

She nuzzles into my chest. "Sam," I repeat.

"Can I ask you something?" she finally speaks up. And fuck, do I hate that question. My pulse begins to rise. I even start to sweat in literally a matter of seconds.

"You can ask me anything."

"Do you love me?" she inquires, propping her head on my chest and staring at me.

"Yes," I say it back so fast, I don't even realize that the words have come out of my mouth. "I love you, Samantha, much more than you will ever know. I have been in love with you from the moment I saw you laying on the bar floor of Dave's because I knocked you over. I knew it then. And I hate myself for ruining it that night. But I love you. I always love you."

A smile, wide and warm presses onto her lips. She leans in and kisses me again. I hold her against me, feeling her pulse on my chest. Our hearts close together. Her arms wrap around my head, as she holds me while we kiss. Her naked body is on mine, where it belongs. Our skin touches and her legs rub against mine. We kiss gently, nice and slow, taking our time. My heart feels light, but I feel strong. Finally, I have been able to tell her how I feel and she has decided to listen. She pulls her head away from me, and she sucks on her bottom lip. Then, a smile appears once again, and she is beaming.

"I love you too, James. I want this. I want this forever."

We kiss again and then again until our kisses turn into a string of laughter bubbling over from our throats as though it is uncontrollable.

"This is amazing," I finally say with a long sigh.

"So how do we do this?" she asks me. I slide my hand to her pussy and wiggle my fingers against her.

"Well, there are a lot of ways, and we have explored many possibilities."

"No," she laughs, throwing her head back. I can feel her stomach tightening against mine.

"Oh - sorry, what do you mean?" I wink.

"Us," she says slowly. "You and me, how the fuck are we going to do this relationship?" I pull myself up in the bed and lean back against the head board. She curls up in my chest, listening to the sound of my heart beat.

"Well, I think just like any normal couple does any normal couple things," I say, my fingers brushing through her hair. "We go on dates, we have lots of amazing sex, and sometimes we fight, but never too long."

"I like all those ideas," she says calmly. "Are we going to tell our parents?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about them," I say, chewing on my cheek.

"And the whole family?"

I smile.

"How do you think they will take it?" I ask her.

"I really have no idea."

"I think Stan Man will be chill about it..." I really think it over," but I have no idea how Tonya will react."

She sits up and grabs her phone.

"I have good news though."

"What?" I ask. "They are both in town tomorrow. So we can totally tell them at lunch."

My eyes get wide.

"This is pretty serious now, isn't it? You and me. I mean we are already going to meet each other's families."

She laughs.

"I hope my dad likes you!"

"He'll probably hate me."

I reach down and tickle her. She laughs and pushes me away.

"Alright, I will text them so we can meet up." Her hands fly across the screen of the phone as she texts them quickly. And then she sets the phone to the side of the bed. Her eyes change, and they lock onto mine.

"What?" I ask her.

"How about in the meantime; we do a little bit more celebrating?" she whispers. Her hand creeps down to my cock. She bends over and slides it into her warm wet mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, at the unexpected sensation of sucking. "Fuck - I have missed you."

 

Chapter 16

Sam

I chew on my bottom lip. Fuck I am nervous. I look over at James. He seems so calm and relaxed with everything. I have no idea how that's even possible.

"I guess, my parent is the cool one," he says laughing.

"This isn't funny. I am fucking freaking out."

He shakes his head and rests his hand on his shoulder.

"There is no way that they can be mad at us. It's not our fault that they made two attractive, smart babies who fell in love after meeting."

I smile. He does make me feel a little better.

"It's kind of nice that we are working together instead of against each other," I say to him. He smiles, and his hand reaches under the table, slipping right up my dress.

"Oh, baby we work so well together." I push his hand away fast when I see Tonya and Stanley walk into the restaurant. We stand and hug our parents. My mom kisses both of us and then sits down next to Stanley.

"Well, I do have to say," she begins. "That this is quite rather an amazing surprise."

"I know," Stanley adds on," I had no idea you were going to be in town, James. Why didn't you call?"

"It was ah- rather the last minute," James nod.

"Well, I am glad that is happening."

"Me too."

I almost jump out of my seat. Underneath the table cloth, James' hand returns to under my dress. Is this his way of calming me down? Because it is doing the exact opposite.

"So mom, dad," I start slowly. "James is actually down here, because something happened."

They both look at one another rather concerned. James looks at me and smiles.

"What is it?" Tonya asks. Her eyes are full of panic.

My voice suddenly gets caught in my throat, so James takes over for me.

"We are dating," he says with a nod.

"What?" Stanley almost drops his glass of water.

"Yes," I confirm, looking over at my step brother boyfriend, who sends me a wink. Tonya and my step dad stare at one another in disbelief.

"I am shocked," she says.

"As am I!" We could have sworn that you two really hated one another. We were so worried about the trip that we made a mistake by having you two together on it." He touches his face and shakes his head.

"Well, shit we were wrong," Tonya says raising her eyebrows.

James wiggles his fingers and gives me a little rub. I shiver at the touch and shoot him a glare. He finally pulls his hand away.

"Is this okay with you guys?" I ask them both, hoping for some sort of supportive response.

"Well..." Tonya starts. She looks around the room. It probably is a lot to take in. I try and remind myself that. I would not know how to react if my unrelated children were in love.

"When did you two come to this conclusion. That you wanted to be together?" Stanley phrased his question carefully. I look at James. I know exactly when.

"College," I say firmly. This really threw them for a ride.

"College?" Tonya stutters.

"Yes," James says. He takes my hand in his. "That's when we met, and that's when we fell in love."

"Why did you neither of say something to us if you knew each other?" Stanley asks, his eyes bobbing between the both us.

"Well," I start, chewing on my lip. "It is really complicated."

"You know what?" Tonya says as she throws up her hands. "That's alright. I don't need to know all the details. You kids just keep doing whatever you do. If you want to be together, I think that is great. Why not? It's not like you grew up together."

A wave of relief tumbles over me. That is all I wanted to hear.

"What will you two do with the traveling issue?" Stanley asks. "I know that James is practically never home. How are you going to take care of that?"

"Samantha is coming with me. She does marketing. She will be a great asset to the team."

Our parent's nod.

"Well, it seems like you two have it figured out," Tonya says. We smile at one another.

"You know it took a while, but we finally got there. That is for sure," I say to James. He leans down and kisses me.

"You do make quite an attractive couple."

"Thanks, dad," Stanley says, rubbing my back.

The meal ends, and I feel as though I am cloud nine. I had no idea that our parents were going to be so accepting of our relationship. It honestly makes me feel a little silly for being so hesitant about everything. I had no real reason to worry, except that I was holding myself back. James knew. I should have just trusted him. I remember suddenly, from the night we met how he told me to trust him. I did then, and I suppose in a way he was right. We made it here, together. Even if it was a weird journey.

We return back to my apartment. I lay out on the couch. James stands in the kitchen drinking a tall glass of water. I watch as the liquid falls down into his mouth and throat.

"So, my darling," he starts walking over to me. "I have a couple of meeting in Bangkok next week. Are you willing to pack everything up and come with me?" His dark eyes stare into mine.

"That depends," I say. "Are you willing to make me cum right now?"

A wolfish, hungry grin appears on his face.

"Oh, baby, you know for a fact that is exactly what I want."

His body climbs onto mine, and we begin to kiss. My hips reach for his, and they press onto him. He starts to dry hump my body, making my head spin and fill with desire. My body opens so easily for him, and the wetness spills out of my pussy. He sits up, taking me with him. And then, he pulls that giant hard cock out into the open, and pulls me right on top of it. I open my mouth as a loud moan escapes from out of me. The sensation feels so amazing. He bounces me up and down, and I ride his cock like it's my pleasure toy. It pulls me in and makes my body shiver with ecstasy.

"Do you like that?" he asks me.

I nod, letting my groans respond.

"Well, that's a good girl then," he whispers. All at once he makes the motion of sex harder. Thrusting in and out of me almost completely sends my body to the next level. The climax centering between my legs starts to rumble and build. I hold my hips down, and instead of rising up and down, I tilt forward to back, sliding his shaft around me on the inside. He squeezes my ass and grunts, gritting his teeth together. His thumb lands on my clit, where it encircles very gently, massaging me. I let another cry and return to bouncing on him. Going slow is not enough anymore. I want to cum now. My hands reach for his shoulders, and they squeeze hard.

 

The orgasms rush through me, staring at my pussy and spreading like wild fire to every tip of my being.

 

"Oh, James! God," I yell. He pounds deeper inside of me, making my body soar and every contraction is so intense that I almost fall backward. James cums than right after me. I can feel his cock swell to its full size right before it fills me with his warm seed. I moan and gasp with him until his hips relax. I lift myself off him.

 

"So its looks like someone is going to be coming with then," he laughs.

 

"Yes, it sure does," I smile.

 

His hand reaches up and gently brushes my cheek.

 

"Hey," he says softly. "Have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful girl that I have seen." I blush and place the weight on my face in his hand.

 

"Well, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen. Seriously, when I first saw you at the wedding reception I almost lost my mind."

 

He leans in and kisses me. The warmth spread out of my stomach and through my body.

 

"To think, that after all these years, we would actually find one another."

 

"It is kind of strange," I laugh, standing up and stretching. "I was determined to hate you all my life." James laughs.

 

"Were you really? That seems a little harsh."

 

"Well, obviously I don't."

 

He smiles and stands up as well.

 

"I wish I could remember more from that night, but I was pretty drunk."

 

I smile.

 

"Who knows what happened, but all that matter is we are we now, in the present together."