Chapter 4

Dylan

I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling, still completely dressed. There is no way I can relax tonight. The room seems to twist around me in the silence of the house. Crystal is leaving tomorrow to go back to school, and I will be going back home to continue with my life. But how can I just forget about my step sister? My cock sure hasn't, and Jesus she tastes so good, her tight little pussy, fresh and ready. I tug my cock up and down. Goddam this cock and its raging hard-on. I keep rubbing on it. I know this is wrong, but I don't give a fuck anymore. I want her. I like her too much; no one has ever made me feel like this. I push the blankets off of me. I make my way down the hallway to where her room is. I don't even bother to knock on her bedroom door. Fuck it. All of this is messed up anyway, so I think we are passed the casualties and friendly policies. I am hungry, and she is the only thing that will satisfy me.

I open the door. She is on her bed and looks as though she is fast asleep, dreaming something sweet. I hope it's about my cock. I don't hesitate. I practically run to the bed and lay over her. Her eyes open wide. I scared her awake, but that doesn't matter. My mouth meets hers, and my tongue delves deep back into that sweet place I love so much. She whimpers and is reluctant at first, but then gives in the next moment. Her lips mingle with mine. I can taste her soft tongue. She arches her back, and I can feel she is completely naked underneath the silk sheet between us. She suddenly stops and puts her thin arms between us.

"Stop, Dylan," she says, weakly. My mouth nibbles on her soft ear. She breathes out deeply. "Dylan - this...this...isn't right." My hand slides between her legs and finds her womanhood where a wet spot is on the sheets. She gasps.

"Do you think I could give a fuck about what is right?" I growl in her ear. She bites her lip. I rip my belt off, and then I grab both of her wrists and push them up against the frame. I quickly tie her wrists to her metal frame. She squirms underneath me.

"What about mom and dad," she says again. I lean back, so I am straddling her, holding down on the bed. I will fuck her tonight if it’s the last thing I do. I get up and walk to her bedroom door, turning the lock. I pull my shirt and pants off, so my hard member bursts free. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of my large cock. I walk over to the bed and turn the light on.

"I want to see all of you," I say calmly, suppressing my animalistic drive to fuck her hard. I slowly draw the sheet back. Her body lies on the bed with her arms tied up over her head, her breasts out and nipples erect. Her womanhood gently covered in trimmed hair glistens at me. My fingers trace over her breasts to her hard nipples, pinching them lightly. I sit on the side of the bed, just savoring the sight of her.

"You're mine, now. Do you understand?" I say softly as my fingers slide into her.

"Mmhmm," she hums.

"Say it," I command pulling my fingers out.

"I'm yours," she whispers. I nod.

"Good, girl." and roll on top of her, pushing my cock against her clit. Her hips rise eagerly, trying to slide me in. I can feel the heat coming from between her legs. My tongue drives into her mouth. She lies utterly helpless under me. My dear little sister. God, the idea is so wrong and dirty it excites me even more. I need to take her now. My hand reaches down.

"I don't think it's going to fit," she pants. My eyes lock onto her, and I smile. I know she is as tight as hell, but I'll just have to ease into it.

I guide my cock into her tight pussy, pushing past her silky lips that protrude out slightly. Her head tilts back, and she moans out in ecstasy.

"Fuck!" she almost screams. God; her pussy feels like a fucking slip and slide.

"Try not to wake up mom and dad, okay?" I instruct, moving my hips forward into her. Slowly, cautiously, my cock delves into her, disappearing into her wet slit.

"Its - uh," she gasps loudly. "It's so - hard, Dylan." I love the way she says my name raspy.

Her legs pull my weight down on top of her. My chest feels her soft breasts. My cock finds its way deeper inside of her. Her legs wrap around my back. I know if I go too fast I might break her. She is trying to control her cries, as they turn into muffled whimpers. Her body is getting used to my large size now. I fuck her slightly faster, careful not to cum too soon, but she is already close to the edge. Crystal arches her back up. Her breath grows deeper. Her pretty face is flushed, and her eyes stay shut, as her chin tilts up. Her body tenses and then it washes over her. Her pussy clamps down on my cock.

"Ah - fuck, fuck," she screams, under my hand. Her hot breath is making my fingers wet.

I pump faster into her, driving my hard rod deeper than ever before. My hand covers her mouth as soon as she lets out a loud cry. Her pussy contracts and opens, while her legs, shake on either side of me.

"Dylan," she sighs. It's like the orgasm has caused her to melt underneath my body completely. She wants me to stop. It has been a lot, but I am harder than ever.

"I'm going to untie you," I tell her. She nods lazily still recovering from the climax.

My hands reach for the belt around her arms, and I undo it. Her arms fall to her side, but I pull out. Her body tenses at the loss of my cock. I grab her hips and flip her over with ease, so her ass is up and in front of me. I give it a hard slap. She whimpers and moves forward, but my hands keep her hips in place.

"Dylan -" she murmurs. "I -"

But before she can finish, my dick enters her fast, delving inside of her farther than before. She almost falls forward as a moan escapes her lips.

"Oh, god..."

My hand grasps her shoulder, and the other holds her hips. Her breaths turn into deep moans. I grunt with each thrust as I watch my cock emerges from within her, wet and shiny. Her ass shakes with my movement, bouncing up and down. I fuck her full force, driving into her with all my strength. I thrust back, so my cock is almost out, then slam it back into her. She cums again, but this time she isn't expecting it. Her face buries into the pillow as it overtakes her body entirely. Her pussy becomes so tight, and I might explode. My dick comes out of her last minute, as I climax onto her round ass. Pleasure escapes from every corner of my body, and it spills out onto her. My hand pumps my throbbing cock till the last drop is out. She lies still, with her ass up.

I gently wipe her off with a towel on the floor.

"Thanks," she says, laying back down on the bed. I lie next to her. We don't say anything for a long moment. I just hold her on my chest in my arms. My fingertips lightly graze her back. She nuzzles up close to me. How can someone be so perfect? She must have so many men chase after her. I hold her close, as we exist in our post-sex ease. Her fingers trace over the tattoo on my chest. I lean over and reach into my pants pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Do you mind?" I ask.

"You smoke?" she asks with surprise. I smile.

"Sometimes."

"I don't care," she says softly.

I pull the cigarette out and light the end with a small flame from the lighter. The smoke enters my lungs, and I slowly unwind. It leaves my mouth and floats into the room.

"You're a good girl, aren't you..." I say, taking another drag. She lifts her head and squints.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I think I have unintentionally insulted her.

"How many guys have you been with?" I suddenly hear myself ask her. She chews on the bottom of her lip.

"Why?"

"Just answer the question," I say with a smile. I can tell by the look in her eyes; she is unsure whether or not to tell me the truth.

"Just three," she sighs.

"That's great, Crystal. You have no reason to act like that's a bad thing." My hand gently plays with her long blonde hair, sliding through the soft pieces.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" I raise my eyebrows.

"How many girls?"

"Maybe sixty or seventy...I'm not too sure. Could be more." Her eyes are wide.

"Really?"

I lean my head back against the headboard.

"Really." I drop the ashes into the glass sitting on the night stand. "Does that bother you?"

"No," she says calmly, returning to resting her head on my chest and tracing the outline of my tattoo. "It's just a little -"

"What? Much," I try and guess what she's trying to get at.

"No...intimidating."

"No," I laugh, kissing her forehead. "None of them could ever compare to you."

"I bet that's what you tell all of them," she sighs rolling over off of me. I scoot close to her, dropping the half smoked cig in the glass. My arms collapse around her and pull her in. I take a deep breath of her hair. I can tell, she still has some things to learn about life and relationships, but I know I want to be the one to teach her.

"Hey," I whisper.

"What?"

"I'm serious. I have never told anyone that. I am willing to risk everything to be with you."

She sucks on her cheek and spins around, so she faces me. She kisses me slowly. She rests her head on the pillow and closes her eyes.

"So you leave tomorrow," I say softly. Her eyes flutter back open.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"That's shitty," I sigh. She chews on her bottom lip.

"I know that I will miss you." I kiss her forehead.

"I'll miss you too, sis."

Her breathing slows down until she drifts off to sleep. I don't want her to leave. I think I will go insane without her. No pussy has ever felt that good. I try to stay awake, so I don't lose a second. My eyes are mesmerized by her lips. My eyes then move down to her breasts and the mound between her legs, which has become my new favorite place. My fingers continue playing with her hair. I don't know how this happened. These feelings are so intense and real; it almost doesn’t seem real. I am tempted to wake her back up, so we can continue making love, but I know that she will need her sleep for school.