Chapter 6

Dylan

 

The warm fire crackles and spurt embers around itself inside of the tall brick fireplace. The orange and red flames flicker upward as they burn the logs on top of them, charring them to black chunks. Long shadows flicker in the dark living room and cast them out through the room. But it's not the fire that has my attention. My eyes are glued on Crystal's tits as she bounces up and down on my hard cock. Her head is tilted back, and her hair tumbles over her chest, as her face scrunches up the way it normally does when I fuck her. My hands hold onto her as I thrust up into the sweet wet place between her legs. She likes that a lot. She almost screams. God, it is so good to have her back.

"You like being fucked like that, little sis?" I ask. She nods her head fast. Crystal moans in response, egging me on. She quickly spins around, so she is on me reverse cowgirl style. That way I get my favorite view when we fuck. It's of her ass cheeks slapping together and onto my pelvis that I love to stare at. She leans forward slamming her pussy down. I see my rock hard cock emerge out of her covered in her juices then being sucked back into her sopping wet body. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair, and yank it back. She yelps and howls, as I buck deeper into her.

"Oh, Dylan," she moans. "Oh. You feel so good. I love the way you fuck me. Uh. Uh."

"Do you like your brother's cock?" I hiss, as I pull her back onto me, raising my hips to make sure my dick stays right buried deep inside of her. She nods.

"Say it," I demand.

"I do. I love my brother's long hard shaft fucking me. Uh, oh..."

Her body seizes as she cums. Her tight pussy always clamps down so hard on me. I pump harder. My hands reach down and rub her erect clit. She screams and tries to roll away; her orgasm is so intense, but I hold her down to make sure she takes every bit of it as I give it to her. The release is more intense than anything I have ever experienced.

"Cum in me," she cries. "I want to feel all of you."

I burst then. My load spills into her. The sensation is so overwhelming. I feel like I am high. My legs shake, as my ass clenches.

"Fuck!" I cry out.

"Crystal!" I hear a voice scream in the doorway.

"Dylan! Get away from your sister. What the fuck are you two doin?!"

My head snaps to see who it is. George and Martha stand in the doorway looking completely mortified. I try and push Crystal away, but my dick is stuck inside of her pussy like it's been cemented in.

"Let me go, Crystal!" I shout, as our parents start screaming at us.

"How could you?!" "What is wrong with you two?" Martha begins to cry, and George glares at me. I feel intense hate radiating out of him. I think he might kill me.

"You are no son of mine," he shouts in a deep voice.

"No! It's not like -" I try to explain. But then Crystal, suddenly starts to scream, an ear-piercing loud screech. I pull my dick out of her, but it completely rips off. Blood sprays out of me.

I jerk awake on the couch. The fire is just a low glow now. I rub my eyes with my hand. What the fuck? My thoughts are running a million miles per minute. I feel a wet spot in my jeans. Jesus, did I really have a wet dream? I sit up groggily and stare at the half drank scotch on my dad's coffee table. My phone screen lights up. It's only 2 AM. I must have passed out as soon as I sat down on the couch. I didn't even get to turn the television set on. I sit up and make my way upstairs to my bedroom. I look over at Crystal's bedroom door. She is coming home tomorrow - well, today from school for Christmas vacation. I make my way to my bed and fall on it. I think it's safe to say for some reason I am nervous to see her. We hardly spoke after I saw her last. Fuck. I have just been so busy. But man, I am excited to see her and her pussy. I reach into my bed side table and pull out a cigarette. I light it and take a long pull of the end, letting the smoke drift into my mouth where I hold it. I close my eyes. I don't think there will be any way for me to sleep.

We've talked a few nights, but usually, she was studying, and if she wasn't studying then I was at a meeting. Maybe this is for the best. My dream of fucking her comes back to my mind. Maybe, we will be able to calm down and return to just being normal step-siblings. I smile to myself. Come on, Dylan, I think. There is absolutely no way you will ever be able to get past Crystal and those perfect tits she has. I remember seeing her on the bathroom floor being bent over by that pig. I fucked him up so bad, maybe a little too much. I had my assistant check-in. He might be blind in one eye. Serves the fucker right though. How could you ever do something like that to my girl? She needs me. That was stupid of her. No. You can’t blame her. It's like I can't get her out of mind, ever. This isn't the first time I have dreamed about her. Usually, we are fucking, or she is sucking my cock. My favorites are when I get to dream about eating her delicious rich pussy. I miss that taste. Fuck, I need her to sit on my face. She's never done that with me. I flick the ash off the cigarette. Yeah, there's no way I will be able to fall asleep tonight.

My eyes flicker over at the diamond necklace I bought her for Christmas. That might have been too much. Fuck it. She deserves the world. I stand up. I might as well go to the gym and work off some of this energy. Maybe, my raging boner will die off one of these days.

 

My car pulls into the driveway. The morning sun is rising above the horizon finally. Fresh, powdery snow starts to fall from the sky and make its slow travel down to the cold frozen ground. My dad stands on the sidewalk holding a shovel. The man is a millionaire, and yet he insists on shoveling his driveway. I guess that is what makes the man fucking driven. I get out of my car holding my protein shaker in my right hand and a cigarette in the left.

"Morning, kiddo," George says, waving his arm.

"Hey, old man."

He looks down at my cig.

"Seems counterintuitive to work out and then smoke."

I frown.

"I'm stressed."

"Is that why you are coming back from the gym at five am?"

"Yup. Couldn't sleep. But I could ask why you are shoveling the driveway at 5 am.”

“I’m stressed too. It is all unfortunately part of being an adult.”

"Well, grab a shovel." He points to the garage. I walk through the door and throw my stuff in the foyer, before returning outside to the winter to help shovel. We shovel in the silent morning. There is no wind. This makes it slightly more bearable. A large truck with a plow attached to the front of it drives by, but my head lifts and looks up, hoping that its Crystal. I suddenly have the urge to tell my dad that I am in love with my step-sister, but I don't.

"When's Martha heading up to HU?" I ask. Maybe, I can surprise Crystal and pick her up.

"Oh, she got up there last night. She and Crystal went out for dinner and then she just stayed there overnight."

It makes me think about Crystal's dorm room. I bet Martha slept on the futon, where I fucked the shit out of her daughter. The thought of having sex with Crystal makes me hard again. Goddammit. When will this end?

"That's nice."

"Yeah," he says hauling another load of snow. “I’m glad you came again.”

“Figured I had missed enough Christmas’.”

“You have,” he nods.

“You know, believe it or not, dad. I do miss you. On the rare occasion, I think I miss the old man.” He smiles and shakes his head.

“I love you, Dill. Even if you can be a little shit.”

“I love you too, pops. Even if you can be a big shit.”

A giant snow ball lands on my face and brushes it off, sending one right back at my father.

 

I sit in the kitchen, sucking on the hot cup of black coffee I made for George and I. My dad is in his office. The holidays are around the corner, but that doesn't mean we get to stop working. I just set up a few of my meetings in the cities nearby, that way I can be home with them - with Crystal. George and Martha were pretty surprised when I showed up last night. I told them it was luck. It wasn't. I had been planning since Thanksgiving to work out a schedule so I can be here with her. I stare at my phone.

Come on, Crystal. Text me back once.

She is always late with responding. I drain the cup and fill more into it. I stare out of the window blankly. The snow twists around, but my thoughts remain on my step-sister, and how I want to fuck her for the first time since we have been apart. It has been so long. Jesus, she is going to be so tight. I hope I don't blow before she cums. It was a close call when we were in her dorm room, and when she was sucking me off in the car. God, that mouth of hers is straight fucking magic. I roll my neck and take a deep breath. Calm down. You don't want to overwhelm the poor girl, but really I do. I smile at myself. I am so conflicted. I'm worse than a teenager girl. I look down at my phone for the billionth time, just as George comes into the kitchen.

"Did Martha let you know when they were headed over?" I ask. My dad thinks it over.

"Yeah. She texted me telling me they were grabbing some breakfast in town and then they would head back to home. She is waiting for the snow to stop. But it's not nearly as bad as forecasted. They always get the weather wrong.”

I nod.

"Why are you so anxious?" he asks.

"I'm not," I say, turning to face him. Is it really that obvious?

"Well, what do you keep checking your phone for?"

I look down at the glowing screen illuminating from my hand. I'm glad I changed my screen saver before I got back. It was a nude picture Crystal sent me last week. She was laying on her bed and took it right of her bare ass. The ass I so desperately want to squeeze.

"Waiting to hear about a deal."

"Who's the client?" he asks.

"O-tech." The best way to grab my dad’s attention is to bring up business.

He smirks.

"That'd be a great one. Their stocks just went way up. I just bought about 200 hundred G’s.”

“200 G’s. Why are you talking like that?”
He shrugs.

I nod and try to brush it off. I had actually just landed a deal with the business yesterday. I should be celebrating but I can't. Breathe, I tell myself. So, going off of what George told me they wouldn't be here for a few more hours.

God, I am going crazy. Crystal is all I want. She has consumed every part of me, and she is all I desire.

"Why don't you try to take a nap?" my dad says, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "You look like you need it."

I half-heartedly smile.

"You really think so?"

He nods.

"You look almost as old as I do." I don't find that joke too funny. "I'm joking. You are almost as handsome as me."

I shake my head and laugh. "Alright, grandpa."

I decided a nap might do me some good. After the workout and shoveling, my body is tired. Well, all of it except for my cock. That part of me is ready to run a marathon inside of Crystal. I make my way back to my bed, shutting the door behind me. I slip off my clothes and fall on the bed in my boxers.

My hand crawls underneath the elastic, and I begin to stroke up and down. I figure I should probably take care of this issue before Crystal shows up, or else I might just fuck her right there in the foyer. I like that idea. I picture grabbing her as soon as she walks into the house and ripping her pants down. She will be so wet because she has wanted this as much as I have. I won't have to fight her or warm her up. She is ready. I bend her right over the table in the entryway and plunge my cock into her tight pussy. She screams and oh baby, it feels so good. I tug faster on my cock. "God," I murmur. After I fuck her on the table, she turns around and drops to her knees. Those perfect lips of her hers wrap around my cock. She sucks my dick, bobbing her head back and forth. I don't even need to move my hips she is moving so fast. Her hand holds the base and moves with her mouth. She takes my balls in her mouth one by one and licks them eagerly. I can barely contain myself. She is so good. "Fuck!" I cum in my hand. Sleep hits me like a rock then, and I pass out.

 

"Dylan," a voice whispers. A hand lands gently on my chest and lips press against mine. I open my eyes. Crystal! I wrap my arms around her and pull her down onto me. I don't say anything, but my mouth still moves. It kisses her deeply, tasting her mouth, savoring every piece of it. She giggles on top of me. My arms are tight around her waist. She still feels cold from being outside. Her cheeks and nose are bright red. My nose fills with the scent of fresh strawberries and flowers. I hold her.

"Dylan," she giggles again, trying to lift herself off me, but I don't let her go.

"No. I'm never going to let you go."

She laughs again and finally squirms out of my lock. I stare at her. She looks so beautiful. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She has a loose sweatshirt on and leggings. No makeup, just Crystal, the way I like it. Blood surges down to my dick. I pull her back on top of me.

"Are mom and dad home right now?" I whisper in her ear. My hand reaches up and fondles her soft breast. She has no bra on.

"Yes. I literally just walked through the door.”

"Fuck me," I curse under my breath. My hand trails to between her legs.

"Oh, believe me. I want to more than anything." She pulls back out of my arms. "Later tonight." She winks. "But for now, just get up and spend some time with me."

I smile. "It will be hell."

"Why?" she asks innocently heading toward the door.

I bite my lip as my eyes fall on her round ass, bouncing under the sheer black pants.

"You know why."

"I've fucking missed you." She disappears down the hall, and I have no choice, but to follow after her.

 

I can't stop staring at Crystal. She is sitting across me at the kitchen table wearing a low cut black sweater which is clinging to her lacey bra. I pick at the piece of grilled chicken sitting in front of me. My fingers twist the piece of chicken in my hands. I should eat more, but I am only craving the soft tissue between Crystal's thighs. I know it's way juicer than the chicken in front of me. We make eye contact now and then, not wanting to stare too long. It can be so obvious to others around you, when you are in love with someone. But we must wait, and the waiting only builds and builds. I know the release will be unreal.

After dinner, we stay in the den with our parents watching some old Christmas movie. I don't pay much attention to it. Crystal and I sit next to one another with a long red blanket draped over our legs. My hands crawl underneath it to her leg. She looks at me fast and shakes her head. She leans into me.

"Wait," she says. Her breath tickles my earlobe. Now she is the one calling the shots. I smile and retract my hand. Martha's eyes are slowly open and close. George nuzzles up next to his wife. I want to cuddle and hold my step sister like that when we watch movies. After the movie ends, George stands up and picks Martha up into his arms. My stepmom looks like a doll in his arms, as they make their way out of the living room. "Goodnight, you guys," he says. We both say night, but Crystal and I don't dare move. We wait, patiently, like two predators waiting to attack its prey. Finally, we hear the door of the bedroom click and lock. Now we are seconds away. Crystal finally stands.

"Hey," she says, "Why don't we go down to the basement?"

"The basement?" I ask.

"Yeah. Dad got a new hot tub installed down there."

"Did he really?" This is news to me. She shakes her head yes with a wicked grin. I stand up and follow her out of the dining room. We tiptoe which is unusual because it's not like we wouldn't be allowed to move or something like that, but we are just up to no good, and we can't risk anything. Crystal opens the basement door, and we both freeze when it squeaks.

"It’s nothing," I say, resting my hand on her shoulder. In a few minutes, I will be inside of her.

"I know," she breathes out of her nose. We walk down the basement steps. My dad must have had this part redone as well when Martha moved in. My mom never let him have his own space, but Martha must have been cool with turning it into a man cave. It's warm and humid down here, but I see the hot tub outside of the of the walk out door. It is in the ground with lights around, and it looks like it might connect to our pool when it's open during the summer. A small minibar is stocked next to it. I open the glass sliding door, and the winter wind sends a chill through us both.

"Its fucking cold," I say through my clenched teeth.

"So we just have to warm each other up," Crystal says in a low voice. I smile and pull my shirt up and my pants down as she does the same. The cold temperature makes her nipples long and erect. My eyes hover over her tight little tummy, her round breasts, her splendid wide hips like I am savoring my food before digging in and appreciating its beautiful presentation. Crystal tilts her head.

"Shall we get in?" I nod slowly. And we step into the water. Neither of us have made the first move. The water is hot on our skin, but it feels good. We sink deep in so only our necks are exposed to the cold air, but the heat from the water warms us. My hands reach over and turn the jets on. Bubbles explode and rumble as the jets shoot more water out. Crystal changes the LED lights along the rim of the hot tub to red.

"What's the mood lighting for?" I ask. She bites her lips.

"For you and me."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Crystal."

She shakes her head and laughs. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, Dylan."

"Me? You were having fantasies about your stepbrother?" I smile and scoot towards, pushing the water forward, sending foam everywhere. "That's not very appropriate, Crystal. I should tell you."

She cocks her head and reaches her hands out. She grips my boner under the water. My toes curl, and I let out a long breath of air. God, I have missed her touch.

"I should probably tell our parents that you fucked me in their house, then." Her hand moves up and down fast.

"You should probably also let them know that you sucked my dick. That's not what step sisters are supposed to do."

She raises her eyebrows. "Oh - what do step sisters do then? You obviously know."

My fingers start to play with her nipples, pulling and pinching them gently. Her breasts appear and bob on the splashing water. Her wet flesh shimmers in the red light. She shudders and leans forward into my hands. Her arms still move on my cock. The blood is pumping in my body. I am enjoying every touch and moment, not letting one slip by. This is what I have been waiting for, since Thanksgiving.

"I don't want a good step sister right now. I want one that I can fuck hard."

She bites her lips and closes her eyes. I can't take it anymore. My mouth dives onto hers as I pull her close to me. She tastes so good. My mouth waters at the sensation. She grinds her hips on my dick. The water splashes and spurts onto us, and the taste of chlorine mixes in with everything. My hands find her ass and squeeze her juicy cheeks hard. Crystal puts her knees on either side of so that they rest on the seat in the hot tub. She arches her back up and submerges my face in her voluptuous breasts. My tongue licks her salty skin, and my mouth finds her nipples, sucking on them. I nibble on both until they are hard. My hands continue playing with her ass, and my fingers run along her pussy and asshole, touching and prodding. She bobs back down, and we kiss passionately, tongue fucking one another's mouths like we may never get to fuck again. The steaming heat and the glass of wine we had at dinner are making our head spin, and our buzz feels electric. She pushes my face back into her breasts; I continue to plummet into them, lapping at them like the dog I am. I hear her inhale deeply as she practically melts in my arms. Spasms of arousal shake me. She continues to tug on my cock, warming it up. I slide my fingers into her now and move them against the inner wall of the sanctum. A gasp of air releases from her lungs.

"I've missed you," she moans.

"I missed you too." My fingers are working furiously inside of her. I pull them out, grab onto her hips, lift her up and set her out of the tub. The cold winter air washes over her, but her skin is red hot from being in the tub. I push her legs open, and my mouth begins to devour her pussy. I rub her clit with my tongue, spinning it against the pressure of my mouth. Her fingers dig into my damp hair and pull. Whining builds inside of her throat. She gasps. "Fuck." I continue tasting her sweet, salty piece like a starved man, eating for the first time. My cock is fully engorged. I want her to cum on my face before I take her. She moans deep as her legs begin to shake around me. Her stomach muscle tightens, and her whole body grows stiff as the pressure starts to overwhelm her. My tongue swirls inside of the cunt, wiggling, and squirming. My hands creep around her ass and trace along her delicate ass hole. Her whimpers are now full-blown moans of ecstasy. She bucks forward, as she cums. Her body shakes and cries out. Spasms of arousal rip through me as I please her. She screams; it is so intense.

But then we hear footsteps, just a creak of the floor blood. We stare at one another, naked, panting. Crystals eyes go wide. We wait. Perhaps it is only the house creaking or the wind pushing something away on the house.

"Dylan!" Crystal whispers harshly. Then we hear it clearly, the sound of a woman's cough from upstairs. Crystal almost falls off the edge of the hot tub. She scrambles up and disappears into the basement. She goes to the closet my dad keeps all the board games in and shuts the door. I hold my breath. Her clothes! I reach my arm down and throw them in the hot tub, so they can be seen in the doorway. I reach down and pull out my phone from my pants pocket. Martha is making her way down the steps now, slowly cautiously. I am sure she heard her daughter screaming as I mouth fucked the shit out of her.

"Hello," My step mom's voice calls out cautiously. I lean forward, happy the jets bubble enough to hide my nakedness under the water. She pops her tired eyes out in the doorway. I look up and pretend to be scared, as if I was so deep in my thoughts I would never anticipate a visitor.

"Hey," I say casually. Martha stares at me blankly.

"What are you doing?" she asks. Her eyes are focusing. She must not have her contacts in.

"Just hanging out," I sigh. "Really stressed out from work."

She nods and looks around the room as if she is searching for something. I fumble with my phone.

"I thought I head Crystal scream?" she furrows her eyebrows.

"Uh - I was watching a video on my phone?"

She stands there for a long moment and then nods slowly as if she is digesting the situation. My eyes glance over at the closet where Crystal is probably sweating profusely.

"Okay...Well. Just make sure to lock everything up, Dylan." She turns around and starts to head back to her room.

"I will," I say to her. I listen to the floorboards creaking over my head. I wait. Crystal is waiting too. She probably can't hear as well as me all muffled in the closet. Luckily for me, the little incident with Martha has not caused anything to die down. I jump out of the hot tub. Wet runs off my skin. The cold air feels amazing, blowing over my naked body. My cock stands stiff as ever with one mission, to fuck my stepsister. I run off the patio, closing the door and over to the closet. I swing open the door and slide in fast. Crystal almost screams, but my hand presses over her mouth. I push my body against her; my hard cock digs between her ass cheeks. My other hand slides between her legs to her slit. I know where to touch her now, to make her wet in a matter of seconds. I knew she would need some more encouragement after her mom came down the stairs. Her heartbeat is racing under her skin. I breathe my sister's scent.

"You were a bad girl, running off and hiding in the closet." My mouth trails down her soft tender back. My fingers continue to slide along her slit. I can feel her juice slowly begin to build and drip onto my finger. Crystal's breaths become fast and short under my hand, as the sensation begins to build. My two fingers glide into her wet warmness, and tenderly twirl inside of her. She whimpers and sticks her ass out, pushing into me. I move my fingers faster. She needs to be stretched her pussy is so tight from not having one visit in a while. I work it and her. Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and she closes her eyes.

"You have to stay quiet, baby," I whisper in her ear,

“Or you'll get us in trouble."

"I will," she whispers. Just then, my finger furiously moves inside of her, and my thumb finds her clit. She cries out. My hand slams back on her ass.

"You have to try better than that," I say bending her over and spanking her. The small closet is being warm and humid from the closeness of our bodies and heavy breathing.

"Fuck me, Dylan," she whimpers softly. "I won't be loud. I'll be good. I can do it." I kiss her neck and mouth hard. Then my hand falls on the middle of her back, and I push down, bending her over slightly. She has already spread her stance and lifted her ass up in the air. She is shorter than me, so I bend my legs slightly, then I guide my cock to her soaking wet pussy. I gently press it between her lips, and then I ram it into her hard. She holds in her scream, as she tilts forward taking all of me in one hit. I let out a long groan.

"Holy fuuuuck." She is tighter than ever. I might cum right now. I pull my hips back, so my cock almost exits, but right at the last minute, I buck back into her full force. She whimpers. "Oh, Dylan."

"You like that?"

"Mm-more. I want more," she pants. I need no more encouragement. I grasp her wrists and push them on the wall. My hips rock intensely, fucking her hard. I grunt and growl; her pussy feels so intense on my rock hard cock. Her ass bounces against my pelvis, as I continue delving into her. She orgasms again. Her pussy contracts around me, tightening and relaxing in spasms of pure pleasure. I pump into her deeper; her climax only inspires my cock for more.

"Cum inside of me," she says. That's it. I don't even get to respond. The idea of cumming in her sends me right to the top. My cock surges as it shoots its load out and into her. It is even more intense than my dream.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I gasp while I climax. The release is greater than any I have ever experienced. I stay inside of her, slowly rocking my hips with my used piece. I moan, each movement feels unreal. She whimpers when I pull out. I spin her around and hold her close, inside of the closet. We kiss for a long time, softly, reassuring one another that we are satisfied completely for now. I'm not sure it will be long until I find my way into her. Probably a few hours.

"Please, tell me that you are on birth control or something," I say.

"Yeah, Trust me. I know this relationship is kinda different, so I didn't want to make it any more difficult."

I kiss her forehead.

"Want to come sleep in my bed for a little?" she asks, looking at me with her beautiful puppy dog eyes. I hold her close as we walk out of the closet.

"Of course, hot cheeks." She crinkles up her nose at the nickname and shakes her head. We put our clothes back on and cover up the hot tub, locking everything up. Crystal stops and looks at me.

"So like - what did my mom say? Did she see that you were naked?" I rest my hand on her shoulder. We walk up the steps.

"She saw my face buried between your legs as my tongue fucked your pussy." Crystal frowned and slapped my chest lightly.

"No, seriously."

"She did! She just shot me a thumbs up and wished me luck."

"I hate you," Crystal laughed. She stops and stares at me.

"What?" I ask. Her eyes look worried, and she chews on her lip.

"I don't like this."

"Like what?"

"Having to hide everything from our parents. My mom and I have always been so open together, and now, I feel kind of guilty about being with you. Like - I mean hiding it from her and your dad." I watch her face, and my hand raises to touch it slowly.

"I know. I don't like it either. It's kind of silly."

"I feel like I'm in high school again."

"Does that mean you don't want to keep on - you know, screwing?"

"No, no," she says smoothly, pulling me close to her. "We should never stop that." We come to her bedroom. Before she opens the door, I lift her up into my arms and throw her onto the bed. I am already as hard as a rock again.