Chapter 16: Travis
Fuck it. I couldn’t have said it better myself. After three years of pretending that we’re innocent, normal stepsiblings, I can’t take it anymore.
I watched her pretend like she wasn’t pressing her legs together any time I got near her. I ignored the way she looked at me when she thought I couldn’t see her. I sat and listened like a normal stepbrother when she complained to me about loser boyfriends and bad dates, with this look in her eye like she secretly wanted me to carry her off to a dark, quiet place and claim her for myself.
And for three years, I put up with that shit. Laney said it would be too dangerous if anything happened, that it could fuck up my career and her reputation, and she wasn’t wrong.
But after she stuck her hand down my pants, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and made the most adorable surprised face I’ve ever fucking seen?
Fuck it.
I can’t worry about that anymore, not when Laney’s moaning into my mouth like she’s been waiting for this even longer than I have. I can’t think about much of anything other than the way her perfect curves are pressing up against my body, begging to be claimed.
So instead of thinking, I kiss Laney deeper, leaning forward and pressing her against the door as my hands begin to explore her amazing fucking body.
“Travis…” Laney’s voice is dripping with arousal, but before she can say anything else, her lips move back up to mine and I kiss her again.
I always figured that Laney would be shy when this happened. That I’d have to hold back. And apparently, I was seriously fucking wrong. Judging by the insanely hot little noises she’s making and the way she’s bucking her hips up against my leg, my stepsister has a serious dirty side. And as for holding back? I couldn’t do it even if I fucking wanted. Our bodies have wanted this for too long, and now that it’s finally happening, it’s like they’re moving on their own, acting out every filthy fantasy either of us have ever had. Laney reaches up into my shirt, fingers trembling as she runs them across my tattoos, and I reach down under her dress, finally, finally getting my hands on that incredible curvy ass.
And holy shit, it’s even more amazing than I expected. Laney’s hips squirm with delight as I take her in my hands, and in response I kiss her even harder, smothering her lips with mine.
And the longer I kiss her, the more one thing becomes clear: I need to fucking taste her. Thinking about how wet she must be underneath that flimsy little dress is driving me absolutely insane. If she thinks my tongue feels good in her mouth…
But right as I’m about to break the kiss, hike that dress up over her hips, and bury my face inside her, Laney’s hand shoots down into my pants and wraps around my cock, squeezing it like she’s holding on for dear life. She shudders with disbelief as she runs her hand up its length, like she still can’t believe how thick it is, and then, with her other hand, she peels my boxers down my thighs, breaking the kiss so she can actually see it.
And if her eyes get any fucking wider, they’re going to pop right out of her head.
“Bigger than you thought it was going to be?”
Laney’s eyes dart up towards me, and she gets ready to hit me with a snappy comeback. Only, this time, I can see her sarcasm melt away into pure, desperate need the second she opens her mouth.
Then, just like that, she’s down on her knees taking every last inch of me into her mouth, sucking enthusiastically as she massages me with those full, perfect lips. The feeling is amazing, not to mention really fucking intense. Laney’s absolutely going at me with everything she’s got, even grabbing my ass so she can get herself deeper.
The sight’s so surreal it pretty much blows my mind: Laney, the girl who swore she wanted nothing to do with me even after we got married, down on her knees fulfilling what’s clearly a deep, dark fantasy of hers. And of course, I’d be lying if I said that I never thought about what this would feel like, but even in my horniest fucking moments, I couldn’t have imagined that she’d be loving it this much.
I mean, fuck, she’s making these muffled little moans against my cock, and they keep getting louder and higher as she goes, almost like she’s going to get off before I do. I put my hand against the wall of our room for balance, feeling the ship rock up and down beneath us as I close my eyes and enjoy the blowjob of the decade from my accidental wife.
But I can’t get distracted here. If Laney keeps sucking like this, it won’t be long before I come right in that sweet little mouth of hers. And while that’s a tempting thought, I’m still dying to know what she tastes like. So before things get completely fucking out of control, I open my eyes and look down, and that’s when I see it.
God, no wonder she’s moaning. She’s got her hand down between her thighs, and she’s touching herself to the same rhythm she’s using on my cock.
And that’s adorable and all, but there’s no way she’s getting off that easy.
Laney lets out a breathy, high-pitched whimper as I slide my cock out of her mouth, and then an even higher one as I pull her hand out from between her legs.
“It’s okay,” Laney says, looking up at me with the cutest fucking doe eyes, “We don’t have to stop. I wanted to do it.”
“Oh, I know you wanted to do it. But you know what I want to do?”
Laney bites her lip and shakes her head.
“Stand up,” I say.
“But do you know what I want to do?”
Laney bites her lip and shakes her head. Grinning down at her, I start to unbutton my shirt. Then, right on cue, a satisfied bride lets out a long, loud moan from the room next to ours. I look in the direction of the noise, and then back down at Laney. “I want to make you scream so fucking loud that they’ll hear it all the way back at the hotel. That okay with you, sis?”
I slip my open dress shirt and my blazer off my shoulders and throw them over the door to the shower. Then, I step completely out of my pants and kick them to the side, standing completely naked over Laney, who practically melts into the floor at my feet.
I’d say she seems pretty okay with it.
But I can’t make her scream if she’s sitting on the floor like that, and I definitely can’t do it if she’s wearing all those clothes. “Stand up.”
It’s not a request. It’s a fucking command, and it’s also a test. I want to see how Laney reacts to me taking control. See, I have a sneaking suspicion that hiding under all that snark, Laney’s got a little thing for aggressive guys. Alpha males. After all, she had me on her wall, with my jeans, muscles, and tattoos, and she thinks Jason Hayward’s “not her type.” Call it an educated guess.
Laney looks surprised at my aggressive order, but I can tell that it turned her on to the core. She stands up as quickly as she can on her quivering legs and looks up at me obediently.
Looks like somebody’s a fast learner.
“Good. Now take this off.” I pull at her dress. Laney gulps, her fingers hesitating at the bottom of her dress. I shoot her an expectant look, and just like that, she closes her eyes and whips her dress over her head with one sharp pull and tosses it to the side.
And sure, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. After all, this is what she was wearing when we woke up in Vegas. But fuck, the way she’s breathing, those incredible tits rising and falling on her chest, and the pink little flush glowing beneath her skin…it’s totally different now. I’ve never been on a real honeymoon, but I have to think it’d feel just like this.
Laney hooks her thumbs into her panties and starts to pull them down, but before she can, I stop her with a look.
“Did I tell you to take off your panties?”
Laney’s guilty thumbs slip out of her underwear, hands clasping together in front of her. If she’s trying to hide how bad this is turning her on, it’s not fucking working.
“Did I?”
Laney shakes her head.
“Right, I didn’t. Disobey me like that again and I’m going to have to bend that curvy ass over my fucking knee.”
Another educated guess. And judging by the deep shade of red in Laney’s cheeks as she imagines me spanking her, I’m right on the money.
“Got it?”
Laney quickly nods.
“Good. We couldn’t have had you taking your own panties off, now could we? After all, that’s my job.”
Taking my sweet time, I walk up to Laney, putting my hands on her waist and then slowly sliding them down into her panties. The noise she makes as soon as I’m inside is pretty much the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, but I manage to resist the urge to fuck her right here in the middle of the room. It’s hard, but I want to make this nice and slow for her.
So with that in mind, I inch Laney’s underwear down her waist, making sure to envelop her ass with my hands as I go. Then, as I slide it down the back of her thighs, I get down on my knees, making sure to “accidentally” send a long, hot breath between her legs as I pull them off her feet.
From this distance, I can actually feel her aching for the firm, warm touch of my tongue. And fuck, I really want to give it to her. But first, there’s one more thing I need to do. And it’s something I wanted to do a long, long time ago.
I stand back up, enjoying the look on Laney’s face. It’s a lot like the look she gave me back on that couch at Nina’s house as I opened the buttons on her shirt.
And it took a while, but I’m finally here again. About to undo that bra and get my hands on the tits I’ve been thinking about for years.
Just like with her panties, I take it slow, saving the important parts for last. After I unhook the back, I pull the straps slowly down her shoulders until her perfect, swollen nipples are sticking out into the open air. Then, the bra falls gently to the floor, and for the first time ever, I get a good look at the body underneath those clothes.
And it’s fucking incredible, with curves in all the right places.
“Well, well, well,” I say, taking one of Laney’s tits into my hands, “Look what we have here.”
I spend a few moments enjoying the feeling of Laney’s chest, taking their weight in my hands and teasing her nipples with my thumbs. Laney leans into my touch, brushing up against the tip of my cock and driving me absolutely fucking insane.
And when I can’t take it anymore, I step back from Laney and pull open the shower door.
“Get in.”
Laney quickly obeys, stepping into the shower with goosebumps rippling off her naked flesh. Once she’s inside, her fingers reach for the knob to turn on the water, but she stops herself right before she touches it. That’s a shame. After her reaction to my promise to spank her if she disobeyed, I was hoping she’d turn on the water without my permission.
“Go ahead,” I say, “Turn it on.”
Laney tugs on the knob, shuddering as the warm water hits her body. I can’t help but take a moment to appreciate the sight, watching trails of water run from her shoulders all the way down to her feet. “Good. Now turn around. Treat it like a normal shower. Get yourself wet.”
Want to talk about fantasies? This was probably my number fucking one. Listening to the running water, imagining what it would be like if I just came into the bathroom, pulled open the curtain, and saw her there, naked and ready to invite me in. So with that in mind, it doesn’t take very long before I’m ready to pounce. Before Laney even finishes turning around to face me, I’m under the water with her, hands all over her body.
And I think we both know what’s coming next. I can feel the anticipation in her hips as I run my hands along them. They’re waiting for my tongue.
And you know what? I think they’ve waited long enough.
With my hands, I spread Laney’s thighs apart, positioning them exactly where I want them. Then, I get down on my knees and stare right at her, bathing her with a couple warm breaths. Poor Laney’s trying to stand nice and still for me, but she just can’t help but lean herself towards my mouth. And as fun as it is to watch her ache for me, I can’t go another second without feeling her against my lips.
So I move in, slowly at first. She probably thinks I’m still teasing her, but what I’m really doing is figuring her out. What she likes, where she likes it, what her favorite speed is. After all, I told her I was going to make her scream, and it’s a promise I intend to fucking keep.
Holy shit, she’s so fucking wet, and she tastes incredible. Once I get started, it’s pretty much impossible to take it slow, so as I get more into it, I grab Laney’s ass and push her into me, feeling the water run down her flesh as I lick harder, deeper, and faster.
And Laney? The girl who insisted that we were off limits? I’ve never heard her like this. At first, she was trying to hold back for modesty’s sake, but it didn’t take long before she pretty much lost all control, moaning like she never wants me to stop. By the time I work my way up to her hard little clit, I’m pretty sure we’re putting the newlyweds next door to shame. Laney gets louder and louder with every tight little circle I make with my tongue, and before long, she’s got both hands running through my wet hair, shuddering in absolute ecstasy as my tongue brings her over the edge.
I pull away, cupping Laney’s ass as I look up at her. “Looks like somebody’s a screamer.”
Laney’s face is adorably flushed. “I’m not a screamer.”
I smirk. “Oh, so it’s me, then?”
Laney’s eyes get huge and her ass squirms in my hands. I can tell she’s starting to get ready for more.
And if that’s what Laney wants, then that’s what she’s going to get. Every last inch of it.
“Turn around and touch the wall.” I growl, and she immediately complies.
“Good,” I say, getting up off the ground and sliding my hands in between her open thighs, “Now bend over.”
Laney’s breathing starts to speed up as she sticks her ass out as far as she can. It takes every last drop of willpower I have left not to fill her up right then and there. But somehow I manage.
“That’s perfect. Stay right there until I come back.”
I walk out of the shower and head straight towards the chest of drawers so I can look for a condom. They fucking stuffed an entire drawer in our room, so I’m assuming that they’ll have something for all the horny couples on the cruise.
And luckily, I’m right. There’s at least fifteen condoms in the first drawer I open. But it’s what else is in the drawer that really makes things interesting.
It’s that ridiculous sex toy catalogue from our room. The one that says “Make Tonight Special” on the front with all the pictures of tan couples on the beach inside it. Only, it isn’t just the catalog: There’s something long, thin, and black in here. I open the drawer a little wider so I can get a better look.
Holy shit. There’s literally a riding crop in here. Royal Shores doesn’t fuck around. I hold back a laugh, pull it out, and test it against my hand. I wonder what the look on Laney’s face would be if I walked back into the shower holding this.
Then, right when I’m about to put the riding crop back and head back into the shower, foil packet in hand, I get a little glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I look back at the shower just in time to see the look on Laney’s face as she darts back under the water.
She was staring right at the riding crop. And you know what? Since she didn’t stay up against the wall like I told her to, I think I’m going to bring it with me after all.
I walk back towards the open shower, where Laney is facing the wall in the same position I left her in. When she looks back over her shoulder and sees the riding crop in my hand, her breath catches in her throat and she whips her head back around to face the pink tiles of the shower, sticking her ass out even further. I wonder if she knows she’s offering herself up to me, or if her body’s just doing it subconsciously. Either way, I had no idea my stepsister was this fucking kinky. Once we get back to the hotel, I might just have to order every little toy in that fucking catalog and make tomorrow night special, if you catch my drift.
Laney’s knees start to tremble as I step into the shower with her.
“Don’t think I didn’t see that, honey. You stuck your head out of the shower.”
“I heard you going through the drawers, I was just curious— ”
“Did I tell you that you could move?”
“Well, no, but— ”
Laney’s excuse turns into a long, low moan as I touch the riding crop to the back of her thigh.
“But?” I run the crop slowly and gently up her ass. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again, and you did it anyway. Now stick that curvy ass out at far as you can.”
Laney gulps and bends all the way over, taking hot, deep breaths as she goes. Something tells me this isn’t going to be much of a punishment for her. I wrap one hand around the side of Laney’s hip, holding her in place as I draw the riding crop back, building up the anticipation as much as possible. I can feel her clench in anticipation, and when I can tell she’s just about to start begging for it, I bring it down.
I’ve done a lot of crazy shit in my day, but I’ve never done this before. So when the leather head of the riding crop smacks hard against Laney’s ass and she writhes against the shower wall in absolute ecstasy, it blows my fucking mind. Watching Laney get off to this is probably the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I mean, I was only planning on spanking her a couple times with this thing, but if she’s going to act like that……
I swing again, and Laney moans even louder. After that, I go all in, swinging the crop against her perfect ass faster and faster, harder and harder. As Laney goes totally over the edge, I slide my hand further around cupping her between her legs so I can feel how much she loves this.
Then, after a couple of smacks that leave Laney gasping for air, I drop the riding crop on the shower floor and start to spank her with my hand. Laney doesn’t seem to mind, backing up into me a little further every time my palm comes down.
But something else is happening, and we can both feel it. In my case, I can actually physically feel it down between her legs.
She’s ready for me.
I spank Laney one last time and let my hand linger, caressing her as I press my fingers into her wetness. I can practically feel her heart beating out of her chest, and I watch her as she takes a deep breath, bracing herself against the shower wall.
She turns her head around, wet hair framing her perfect face. “Travis,” she says, her voice low and certain, “I want you to fuck me.”
And in one second, everything changes. I pounce on Laney like a wild fucking animal, moving so fast that I just barely have time to unwrap the foil and sheath my length before I reach her. Her hips are squirming so bad that I have grab her thighs tight and hold them in place with all of my strength, spreading them open so that I can slide every last inch of myself inside her.
Laney shudders as I push against her entrance, and I decide to take it nice and slow, sliding in one inch at a time until I’m totally filling her up. By the time I’m all the way in, Laney’s eyes are shut tight and her teeth are biting down hard on her lip, like she can’t even believe it’s finally happening. She can deny it all she wants, but I know this moment used to be her deepest, darkest fantasy.
But you know what? It’s my fantasy too.
Once I’m totally inside Laney, I start off kind of gentle. Now, granted, gentle for me isn’t really gentle; it’s what most guys would consider going as hard as they possibly could. But I’m not most guys, and I want to make sure that I’m not hurting Laney. But after 60 seconds of holding back on Laney, I realize she’s fucking insatiable.
She’s bucking those insane curvy hips up against me as fast as she possibly can, desperately asking for more.
“Harder,” she moans.
“Little Miss It’s Too Dangerous wants it harder, huh?” I smack Laney’s ass as I give her a little preview of what harder feels like.
“She needs it harder!” Laney screams.
“And what does she need?”
“She needs your cock!”
She does, does she? Well she’s about to get it. With one hand on Laney’s shoulder, I take a deep breath and let out my inner animal, fucking her as hard as I possibly can up against the shower wall. I’m so in the zone now that I barely see the look on Laney’s face as I take total control of her body, barely hear the noises of pure fucking pleasure that rise out of her throat, even though they’re loud enough to echo all the way back to Royal Shores, just like I promised. Instead, I’m focusing on one thing and one thing only: giving this girl every last thing I’ve got.
But it’s still not enough. I’m only giving her 90% right now. To get it all the way up to a hundred fucking fifty, I need to get her into bed. So I pull out, leaving Laney a quivering, aching puddle waiting to be filled again, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder.
Then, I step out of the shower and toss her down onto the bed, spreading her legs all the way apart with my hands. This time, I don’t linger; I need to be back inside Laney as soon as possible. So, once her legs are nice and open, I climb on top of her and kiss her while I plunge my cock all the way inside her again.
And now that I’ve got her right where I want her, I think it’s time to give her every last thing I’ve got. I press my forehead to hers, breathing in every little noise she makes as I thrust into her. And yeah, I was getting into it before, but something about being face to face with Laney just fucking gets to me. I press her down into the bed with my body weight, fucking her until she explodes into a loud, mind-blowing orgasm. And the sight of her cute little face as she lets me overcome her…it sends me right over the edge with her. I shudder and hold on tight as my release comes, hard and fast.
We stay that way for a while, me lying on top of her, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. I keep waiting on Laney to jump out of bed and start freaking out about how Nina’s going to kill us, how we just ruined our careers, how this was the worst mistake ever…but she doesn’t. She just keeps looking at me.
Finally, she speaks up. “Well, I don’t know about you…but after that, I think I need a real shower.”
“Tell me about it.” I roll off the bed so that Laney can get up, and she stands up on weak legs and walks into the shower, which is still running. A couple seconds later, she sticks her head out, holding the riding crop in one hand. “This is not an appropriate bathroom item.”
She tosses it over to me, and I put it back in the drawer. Then, after a couple seconds of watching the black water outside the window, I get up off the bed and step into the shower with Laney. She seems totally fine with it, moving the shower head to blast me with water as I walk in.
I raise my eyebrows at her. “Do I need to go get the riding crop again?” Laney shivers at the memory but doesn’t say anything, going back to cleaning the sex off of her body. I join her under the water, and we stay there for a pretty long time, enjoying the moment.
What are we now? Who fucking knows. Legally, we’re stepbrother and stepsister. According to some shady casino on the Vegas strip, we’re also husband and wife. We tried to be friends, but that didn’t exactly last, and now? After this? I have no idea.
All I know is, whatever we are right this second, right here in this shower, on this boat floating in the ocean miles away from everyone else…I think I like it.