Chapter 16
Arsen
Past
“Stay out of trouble, Romeo.” Val scratched my dog behind his ears, closed the gate around my yard, then jogged to catch up to me.
With the warmer weather coming in, she had started wearing less and less layers. We hadn't made it official or anything, but we were together as much as possible. I didn't know why I was playing it so slow with Val. I hadn't even kissed her yet. If she were any other girl, I'd have fucked her by now and probably moved on.
Maybe that was why, Val brought me back from a really dark place. She deserved better than all the other girls. My new found principles hadn't stopped me from fantasizing about what it'd be like when we finally did it.
“Why do we still walk to school when you have your dad's truck.” Val asked, struggling with her obscenely large backpack.
I slipped behind her and squeezed her hips, “So you can fit into your prom dress.” I was joking, of course. Val had a slammin' body, that was tight in all the right places. She tried to elbow me in protest, but I was too quick. I'd smoothly taken her backpack off in the process and slugged it over my shoulder, so she wouldn't have to carry it.
I had a bunch of bullshit reasons why we had to walk, but really it was because this way I got to spend a little more time with her. School was ending next month, she was headed to Julliard in NYC and I had a few wrestling and football scholarships out west as long as I passed my finals. For the first time in my life I was worried.
What if this was the last month I'd get with Val?
“I'm fine, thank you very much. When I get picked up, I'm going to look fantastic.” Val had become more confident in the last few months. I hadn't seen her wear a hoodie since the last night of her play, it was nice to see her not hiding anymore.
When I get picked up...
“Has anyone asked you?” My hands balled into fists at the thought of someone else taking her to prom. We hadn't officially changed our Facebook statuses yet, but I was planning on asking her out on prom night. She'd be the first girlfriend I ever had. And I wasn't about to let any other guy fuck that up.
“Not yet, but I hope someone does soon. I'd hate to spend the evening alone.” Val crashed into me lightly. She was never the subtle type with hints. I always knew what was on her mind.
“I wouldn't hold your breath, Val.” I loosened my fists. I got so heated at even the thought of someone approaching her like that. I really didn't have to worry about that, though. The other guys knew that she was off limits by now. “No one's gonna ask you.”
Val scoffed, insulted.
“Everyone in school knows that the only way to you, is through me. And no one's brave enough for that.” I slid a hand behind her back and pulled her into me. Then I spoke softly directly into her ear. “No one else gets to have you. You're mine now.”
Present
“No matter what you hear, don't come in.” I took the steaming dinner tray from the flight attendant, then clicked the privacy tab next to the door. The suited attendant looked a bit hesitant to leave so I added, “Valentine is rehearsing for an audition.”
The man nodded and closed the door behind me. I looked around the spacious lounge compartment. Everything had a stylish white leather with black trim interior, including the casing around the crackling fireplace. I'd been to California before for a few fights, but never like this. This was my first time on a private jet.
“Take a break and eat.” I placed the tray on a table against the wall of the cabin.
The sun had just set on the bruised purple sky, far below that storm clouds churned and flashed in a heavy thunderstorm. And we were above it all.
“One minute.” She was curled up on the U-shaped sofa, opposite the fireplace, reading the script for the big Hollywood audition she had coming up in a few days. Mild turbulence wiggled the chess pieces on the small coffee table in front of her. It was painted to look like a chess board, but Val only used it to hold her water bottle.
I'd only been back in her life for a little while, but I'd come to realize that 'one minute' to Val had a way of turning into an hour, especially if she was prepping for a film. I walked up behind her, leaning on the sofa and taking her in.
Her layered, dirty blond hair streamed over top of the shoulder rest. I bent forward, allowing the scent of her expensive conditioner to linger temptingly in my nose. My eyes traced her flawless skin past the ridge of her collar bone, then down the V-shaped hem of her sweater to the rise and fall of her pale, smooth cleavage.
Val was too absorbed in her craft to notice me hovering over her. Through the exposed, creamy skin of her throat, I could faintly see her pulse beating. I wanted to pull her head back and run my tongue along the nook in her neck. The thought of her slightly salty taste made my cock push into the front of my jeans.
What am I doing? I pulled away and exhaled. My abrupt movement and sound broke her attention from the script and turned it toward me.
“Are you alright?” She breathed a little quicker when she noticed just how close I was to her.
No, I'm not fucking alright. You're my fucking stepsister now. Being this close to her was tearing me apart. But I was her bodyguard, where else was I going to be? Was that why I came back to her, so I could destroy her?
We'd already fucked up once in that motel room. Shit, more than once if you count the Jacuzzi. Both times we'd gotten lucky that there was no one around. I was making her careless. And that was the one thing she couldn't afford, going into the biggest role of her career.
“If you're hungry, feel free to start without me.” Val looked me over, trying to discern the pained expression on my face.
I eyed the wide neckline of her sweater as it slid past one of her soft shoulders, it taunted me, daring me to to take the whole garment off.
Val had let her hair down and changed into a comfortable sweater and pajama pants for the six hour flight from Boston to LA. She only had light makeup on and was far from 'cover-ready', but that only made her look more real. I didn't care all that much for the perfect, airbrushed look, seeing her like this only made me want to fuck her more.
“Oh, I'm fucking starving.” And despite all my good intentions about staying away from her, she was like a terminal disease to me. There was no cure for how bad I wanted Valentine. And we were alone, after all. My eyes snapped up and caught her's. “Just not for food.”
I felt like a junkie, I just needed one more fix.
I walked around the side of the couch and stood right in front of her. I could feel her breath on my neck. I wore a T shirt that stretched tightly across my muscled chest and showed off my tattoos.
“I think I should get back to work.” Val unconvincingly said the words.
I slid a hand around the back of her neck and ran my thumb along her jaw line. I saw through her flimsy protests. She wanted this as badly as I did, she just didn't want to be held accountable for it.
“You're done working for now.” I slipped my other arm under her sweater and wrapped it around her back, pulling her closer. Her soft, full lips seemed to buzz when I grazed them against mine.
“Arsen, I don't—” Val swallowed, but didn't try to pull away. “Maybe this isn't such a good idea.”
“I've never been called a good idea.” My lips touched her's as they formed each word. I knew this was wrong, it was only a matter of time until whatever this was blew up in our fucking faces. But I just couldn't resist. Six years without her was too long for me to pass up a moment like this.
I opened my mouth to warn her to stop me, but I decided against it. I didn't give a damn what she said. Her body told me what she really wanted. There was no fucking way I'd stop now.
“Arsen...” She whispered as my tongue and teeth found the part of her neck right above the collarbone. With one quick motion, I unclasped her bra. Watching the creases in her mouth turn into a taboo smile made my cock hard enough to burst the front of my jeans.
“We're forty thousand feet above any photographers.” I looked at her. Beneath all her glamor and glitz was a more simple beauty. It reminded me that every once and a while we could just be two people, instead of what the public saw us as. “It's like international waters up here. There's no rules. You can relax.”
And she did. The hesitant rigidity in her muscles gave in. I dragged my fingertips down her back, then back up. This time taking the sweater and bra with me. After that we were an explosion of motion.
Val clawed at my shirt, tearing it off. I ran my hand down her neck, stopping it her breast and squeezing. My body sank low enough to catch her other nipple in my teeth. Val tossed her head back and gasped. For a girl with such an innocent public image I knew she liked it rough.
With a quick tug at her pajama pants, Val stood bare-assed me before me. Her designer clothes had so many useless buttons and bullshit that I had to smile at just how nice thin cotton pants were to take off. The subtle scent of her naked body gave me a heady rush, as if all of my endorphins were firing at once.
She ran her fingers through my short black hair, pulling me into her stomach. I licked across her belly button and grazed my tongue across her lower lips, then bit into her thigh instead. Val squeaked with my tease.
“What are you doing?” I swept all the magnetic chess pieces and the bottle of water off the coffee table and laid Val's down on top of it.
“Touch yourself.” I popped the button on my jeans and stood just behind where her head hung off the table. She was stretched out in a line in front of me, the crotch of my pants was a few inches from her forehead. “I want to watch.”
Val's face flushed with heat, but she slid a hand down and did what I commanded. I leaned forward, caught her hand and sucked on two of her fingers. Now wet, I let them go. Val smiled and slowly strummed her swollen clit.
“Like this?” Val bit her lip and pushed two fingers inside her perfect pussy. Her hips slowly gyrated as she worked her hand. It was so hot that I almost forgot to breath.
God, did she know what she did to me?
I couldn't wait any longer. My cock was so hard at the sight of her that it practically unzipped my pants for me. I pulled my fat cock from pants and lowered it to her lips.
“Seriously?” Val grabbed my cock with her free hand. Standing over her head like this was a crazy angle that I'd never tried before. But I sure as hell couldn't pass up the opportunity.
“Scared?” My mouth cracked into a mischievous grin.
Her eyes flashed as if I'd just dared her. Without another word, she took as much of me into her mouth as she could. It was more me fucking her face than her sucking my cock. It was insane how turned on I was. She was lying naked on her back with my cock in her mouth. I wanted to burn that image into the back of my eyelids so I could see her like this every time I closed my eyes.
Her tongue and lips worked black magic around my cock as her hand pulled and pushed me like she was sucking a Popsicle. She got me too close too fast, I pulled out with a smacking sound.
That was incredible,” Val said, gasping for air.
“I'm not finished with you yet.” I walked around the other side of her, to where her legs hung off the small table. I slowly worked my cock back and forth above her, tightening the muscles in my arms, chest and abs.
“Oh yeah? So what now?” Val propped herself up on an elbow and smiled at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers. Eyes that knew we couldn't get in trouble up here in this jet. We were both free to do whatever we wanted, however we wanted.
I pulled a condom from my wallet, then kicked off my pants. “Now we join the Mile High club.”
I unrolled the condom over my cock and slapped away her hand. Her pussy was all mine. A quick spasm of pleasure jolted through my shaft as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. A low moan escaped my lips as I pushed into her.
How the fuck could she feel this good.
It wasn't the first time we had sex, but I still couldn't believe how good it was. I'd never been with a woman for more than one night, but with Val it was so different. I couldn't get enough of her. When we weren't fucking, it was almost always on my mind. I was beginning to feel like there was something wrong with me.
But whatever it was, I sure as hell didn't want to fix it.
Val bit her knuckle to prevent from screaming too loudly. One day, I decided, I'd find a way to fuck her so that she could scream as loud as she wanted and not have to worry about who heard her. I'd kill to hear that sound.
She crushed my pumping cock, it was everything I could do not to lurch forward and come. I licked my thumb and applied pressure to the nub of her clit as I fucked her. I've wanted her and this long before she ever became my stepsister.
Val's eyes rolled back,. Her breathing was short and shallow. All the sweaty muscles in her core tightened and she came hard.
The rippling spasms in her pussy were enough to get me off. With ragged grunt, and a slight jerk forward I filled my condom to bursting. She pulled everything I had out of me. I had to slam a fist into the table just to keep from collapsing on top of her.
Afterward, we cleaned up and made at least half an effort to get dressed. I sat on the couch in my boxers, Val rested her head in my lap. We still had a few hours before we arrived in LA.
“Sometimes it feels like I live in a sparkling cage in some crazy zoo.” She might've wanted the statement to come off as funny, but the notes of sadness in her tone were unmistakable. I couldn't imagine being constantly scrutinized like she was. It'd drive me nuts.
For a few more hours the world below didn't matter, but all good things eventually came to an end. Part of me wished we'd fly forever and never get to LA.
“What are we doing, Arsen?”
“The only thing we can do.” I brushed the hair from her face and held her. The moment was fleeting, but at least it was ours. “We're living.”
Later
“I am so fucking nervous, Arsen.” Val paced the small dressing room, rereading her lines for the hundredth time. Someone from production just came by to let her know that the director was running late and to sit tight until he arrives.
Two hours of Los Angeles traffic just to hang around half the day waiting for some elitist director prick. I never cared for California. Everyone here seemed passive aggressive and evasive. Back east everyone openly hated each other, so you knew exactly where you stood. Also, the weather was too perfect here, for some reason that pissed me off too.
At least no one was trying to kill Val here.
I stepped in front of her stopping Val's wild pacing, then grabbed the script out of her hands.
“Hey, I need that!” Val's eyes flared angrily.
“No you don't.” I tossed the papers onto the floor. “You know the damn lines. What you need, is to relax.”
“Easy for you to say. You have no idea how important this is for me. I need this role,” Val argued, bending down to pick up the papers with gloves that came halfway up her biceps.
Val was wearing this elegant, muted-gold dress. She was folded at the waist right in front of me, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. I couldn't see her dark silk panties through the sheer fabric, she was wearing too many petticoats for that. But I knew she was wearing them because I’d seen her put them on this morning. It was that stark contrast of proper on the outside, but a freak underneath that really turned me on.
She quickly stood back up, facing away from me. I slid a hand around her stomach and pulled her into my chest and hardness. We'd been walking such a dangerous line lately, fucking as often as we did. It was excruciating when we were in public together, I'd be close enough to smell her perfume and feel her breath but I couldn't touch her.
The more I got of her, the more I wanted. Whenever she was around, it felt like my cock was rock hard more times than it wasn't. No woman had ever done this to me. What was wrong with me?
“Arsen, we can't. Definitely not here, who knows when the director will be ready.” Val struggled halfheartedly, but behind the fear in her voice, I could hear her smiling.
“You know what your problem is?” I dragged a hand up her thigh, under her dress and petticoats, then hooked her dark panties with my thumb. “You look too pretty.”
“Arsen!” She whispered, slapping at my hand.
“You're the 'other' woman, right?” I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic strap, and down her smoothly shaved pussy. They slid between her soft lips and rested there. Val stopped struggling, instead she rubbed her ass into my cock. “You need to look like a girl who likes to get dirty.”
Val breathed fitfully in little bursts. She let her head lull back on my shoulder. “This is such a bad idea,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. I watched as she bit her lips and brushed a hand over her breast.
“He chose you,” My voice dropped an octave, the sound licked against her ear. “Because he likes the way you fuck.”
Having her slithering up against me the way she was made it hard to think about anything other than tearing her clothes off. As much as I loved destroying her clothes, this was her costume. I'd have to play nice, or rather I could only ravage her skin this time.
The corset propped up her tits, giving her more cleavage than I thought possible. I wanted to lick every inch of her. I loved the way she looked in this Victorian outfit, I'd definitely be buying her set for her to bring home. It'd be a set that I could tear off her.
She moaned softly as I slipped a finger into her already soaked pussy, then cut the sound off by biting her lip again. I pulled the wet finger out and rubbed slow circles over her clit. Closing her eyes, she reached down through her dress's neckline and pinched her nipple, seeing that drove me crazy.
“Why should I let you fuck me?” My voice was heavy with disdain, like Val was some kind of street urchin. I stroked her rougher, then pushed two fingers into her slick opening, curling them against her soft walls.
“Because, my lord, you like how tight my pussy is.” She breathed the words that threatened to melt me on the spot. Instead, I turned the heat up on her and pulsed my fingers until she was close to coming.
“That's not good enough.” I pulled my fingers out and strummed her clit until she crunched forward and came into my hand. When her aftershocks subsided, I plunged my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. She bit them, then sucked them clean.
“What else?” I demanded.
Val twisted around, smiling devilishly. “You like the way I suck your cock.” She said, kissing my fingertips.
“On your knees, serving girl.” I looked hard into her eyes and unzipped the fly of my jeans. “Prove it to me.”
“Yes, my lord.” Without hesitation, Val dropped, eagerly wrenching my cock from my pants. She licked up and down my long, hard shaft, dipping the head into her mouth. I loved how big my cock looked when she grabbed me, she needed both hands to get a good grip on it.
“Faster,” I said, giving her commands. “Squeeze my cock tighter.” She stroked me harder, then plunged my shaft into her mouth until she started to choke on it. It felt incredible. Now that I knew how good she was, I wanted her like this all the time.
Her tongue licked over my head as she sucked, sending wave after wave of mind-shattering pleasure up my shaft. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it might explode out of my chest. Val was perfect.
She worked my cock like no other girl I'd ever been with and soon enough she had me careening over the edge of orgasm. I shot my hot load down her throat. She was surprised at first, then she swallowed and sucked for more. Little earthquakes vibrated through my muscles and I had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling over.
When I felt like she might suck my soul out through my cock, I grabbed a handful of her expertly styled hair and wrenched her head back off of me. That nervousness in her earlier was now a ghost of a memory, Val wore the wicked grin of certainty. She knew she did a damn good job on me.
And looking down at her on her knees, staring up at me for more, I knew that I never wanted to fuck anyone other than her ever again.
Two rapid knocks was followed by the door swinging open. “Miss Dawson? The director will see you now.”
My slick cock was still hard and hovering inches from her chin. The lust on Val's face quickly drained to terror, as she imagined the scandal of being found back stage with her stepbrother's cock in her mouth.
I threw a hammer fist into the door, smashing it shut into the face of the poor bastard that was trying to come in. The man behind the door was thrown backward before he could see inside the room and discover us.
Wide-eyed, Val scurried over to the door on her knees, and locked it. She looked so hot crawling across the floor in that outfit that I could feel my cock getting fully hard again.
“Miss Dawson?” The man behind the door asked again. His voice was groggy and it sounded like he was picking himself up off the ground. I didn't mean to hit him that hard it was just a reaction. Even still, I wouldn't hesitate to do it again if it meant protecting our secret.
“Coming!” Val scrunched her face up and cursed beneath her breath, at the unintentional guilty, double meaning. “I mean, I'll be right out! Just, uh, freshening up!”
“Ok,” the man said, tentatively. “Whenever you're ready, ma'am.”
Val only exhaled when she was sure she could hear his footsteps fade in the opposite direction. “I can't believe we just did that!”
“Relax,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants. I helped her back to her feet. “Whatever happens, you can be my 'other' woman anytime.”
Val flashed me a look, that said 'I'd better be your only woman.' I liked seeing that jealousy in her eyes.
“Oh, no.” She then caught sight of her reflection and began to panic. Her makeup was smudged, her dress was roughed up. She was a beautiful disaster. “I don't have time to go back to hair and make up and the director is now waiting for me! What am I going to do?”
“Val, you look amazing.” I grabbed the back of her ruined hairdo and pulled her mouth into mine. I licked her lips, smudging her lipstick even further, then kissed her. “Go out just like this, and know that no one can play this part better than you.”