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“Fuck you,” I said as I pushed Andrew out of my parents’ house and slammed the door in his face.
“Maddy, please, let me explain,” he begged through the closed door.
“I fucking said go screw yourself!” I yelled from inside. “I’m done with your bullshit.”
Tonight was the last night we had together before I left NYC to go to California. I had planned to make it special for both of us, as we’d have limited time together once I began my undergrad work out west. But, as usual, Andrew had a million excuses for why he couldn’t keep our date sacred. It was mostly my fault…I had let him do this to me multiple times. I’d always accepted his lame excuses, never getting mad at him and never letting my emotions show. But frankly, I was really done with it. He could enjoy his evening with that airhead who had been after him for months. I couldn’t care less.
Andrew and I had met during our last year of high school, and everything had been going smoothly until he started demanding sex from me the summer after we graduated. Call me old-fashioned, but I wasn’t ready to have sex with him for two good reasons. First off, I was a virgin, and even though I liked him a whole lot, I didn’t want his to be the first cock I ever experienced. Secondly, he seemed too immature to know how to meet my needs in bed. I was no expert, but I didn't want to have to teach a man the fundamentals of how to fuck me right when I was ready to lose my virginity. I just didn't have the patience for that. And perhaps there was a third reason…a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. The main reason I just couldn’t let Andrew fuck me was simply that I had a crush on someone else. Not just anyone…the one man I should never even dare think of sexually. I wanted my stepbrother, Nick.
As I sank into the sofa, furious and disappointed, hot tears streamed down my face without warning. I wasn’t really crying for Andrew; he wasn’t worth it. Apparently when I’d refused to have sex with him, he’d found skanky girls who were willing to give up their pussies without hesitation. I imagined he fucked their hot cunts as willingly as they opened their legs. No, I was upset because I had really wanted to have fun on my last night at home. I wanted to create memories to take to college with me, but Andrew had messed it all up. I hadn’t made any other plans with my friends, so I was going to be stuck at home all night. I wasn’t sure how long I cried or even when I fell asleep, but I woke up to someone gently nudging my shoulder.
“Maddy, are you okay?”
It was Nick, my stepbrother, who was older than me by two years. He was kneeling next to me at the sofa. He must have just come back from his part time job while I was sleeping. Nick’s dad had married my mom two years ago after they had both gone through painful divorces. Mom had divorced my biological father years ago when she caught him fucking his secretary a few days after my sixteenth birthday party. Dad had moved in with his secretary soon after, while Mom spent the next year chasing men half her age. Finally, she settled for a nice, older man named Dan, dated him for two seconds, and married him in a grand, expensive wedding. Dan had brought a daredevil son, Nick, with him, who was staring at me now with great concern on his face.
“I’m okay,” I lied, sitting up straight and wiping my eyes.
“You’ve been crying,” he stated. I wanted to deny it, but it was no use. He might as well know that I had broken things off with Andrew. Sooner or later, our parents would ask me about our relationship status, and I couldn’t lie to them.
“I’m really okay,” I said.
“Listen, Maddy, I know you too well. Tell me what’s wrong.”
I smiled despite my sadness. Yes, Nick knew me too well, but it hadn’t always been like this. When we’d first met a few years ago, I had found it hard to think of Nick as my brother because I’d had a crush on him from the get go. As the months passed, we became closer and started looking out for each other. My crush on him never really went away, though, and now more than ever, I wished he wasn’t my stepbrother.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he murmured.
“It’s not a big deal. I just broke up with Andrew.”
“Finally,” he said. He sat next to me, our legs touching for a brief moment. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I replied, trying to muster a smile as I looked into his face. “Why ‘finally’?”
“Come on, Maddy. You know he was the wrong guy for you,” he said.
I shrugged.
“Come here,” Nick said, pulling me closer to him so my head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. “He just didn’t deserve you.”
I let myself sink into Nick’s body. He smelled so musky and fresh, and the way he held me protectively lightened my mood. The longer he held me, the sorrier I felt for myself for having wasted my time with anyone but him.
“Maddy, you know I never liked him much,” he said as he absentmindedly massaged my shoulders, his fingers caressing and relaxing me.
“No secret there,” I said. Nick and Andrew had never gotten along, but it had not stopped me from hanging out with Andrew.
“I’m sorry you’re going through all of this. I wish there was a way I could make things better for you.”
Make things better for me? If he turned around and kissed me right there and then, I promise I’d never think of Andrew ever again. I felt the tears running down my face again, and this time, I let it all out.
“Maddy. It’s okay,” he said, holding me closer and handing me a tissue from a nearby tissue box.
“I should have listened to my instincts,” I said, wiping my eyes. “To think I gave him my time and attention.”
“Boys can be jerks,” he said as he held me tight.
“I’m glad you’re different,” I said.
“I can’t be a jerk to my own sister, but that doesn’t mean I’m not one on occasion. Did he hurt you physically?” he asked. His hands shifted from my shoulders to my upper back, still massaging me. “Because if he did, I swear I’ll break his…”
“No, he didn’t,” I said, my eyes closed. I loved the manly feel of Nick’s hands on my back, and I could sit here all night long next to him if our parents weren’t due home soon.
“Did he touch you?” His voice was soft and soothing, and his hands were still tracing my back. His hand had moved down my back, teasingly, to the curve of my waist. It was an unusual place for him to hold me, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wished he’d go lower.
“Not really,” I said, distracted by his touch.
“Yes or no?” Nick’s voice rose slightly. He rested his hands comfortably on my lower back.
“He didn’t touch me the way you’re thinking, Nick. I mean he did touch me, but not like that,” I said, looking up at him. Andrew had been my boyfriend, and of course he had touched me several times.
“So, you guys never…never had…?” Nick started moving his hand again, and soon, it was hovering seductively on the curve of my hips. I did my best to pretend I didn’t notice what was going on. I tried to act like it was normal, but his touch distracted me.
“No, we never had sex,” I whispered.
“Good,” he sighed. “Because I don’t want my sister being violated or used.”
His hand never left my back. Nick, a boy I had always wished would see me as much more than just his naive little sister, was touching me in places he had no business touching. And it didn’t feel wrong! Most importantly, I didn’t want him to stop.
“No need to hurt anyone,” I said, giving him my most seductive smile. Andrew was history. All I wanted right then was for Nick to keep his hands on me. I was wearing a flimsy white tank and a flowery short skirt, and his hands were just at my waistline. If only he moved a little more, he could lift my top and touch my bare skin. If he wandered a little further down, he might be pleasantly surprised that I didn’t have panties on...I had intended to let Andrew touch me a little more than usual tonight.
“So, what happened? Why did you guys break up?”
“It just wasn’t working out.”
“He want sex and you didn’t?”
“You seem to know everything,” I said, a little irritated.
“I was just thinking like a guy, that’s all,” Nick said with a grin.
“I can imagine. Well…” My voice trailed off.
“What?” Nick urged.
“I didn’t want him to be my first,” I said. Nick already knew I was a virgin –I had shared that information with him as we got closer as stepsiblings. “I had thought about doing it with him, but….”
“No. You’d have regretted it,” he said, taking his hands off me. “He was all wrong for you.”
“Well, nothing to regret here,” I said, disappointed that he had stopped touching me. I wanted to scream out to him that he was the right man for me and that he should be my first, but how do you tell your stepbrother that he is the man you want to take your virginity? Gosh, that would make me sound like a slut. Even the thought of my stepbrother fucking me was just too dirty. How could I tell Nick that I was wet just from the mere thought of him fucking me? That was just wrong. I swallowed hard and tried to smile at him, doing my best to control the wild, warm feeling spreading through me. Would he continue touching me, and could it possibly lead to something else? What if he touched my throbbing pussy? Damn, I needed to stop thinking dirty.
“Trust me, Maddy. You don’t want those sorts of regrets.” He moved a little further away from me but remained seated on the couch.
I wanted to tell him not to go, but I couldn’t find the words. I glanced at him and could tell he was trying to compose himself after all the weird talk we’d just had about sex. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch like he was trying to adjust himself, and I could only imagine that being close to me might have caused a reaction in his groin area. An involuntary grin spread across my face as I realized that my stepbrother was as turned on by me as I was by him.
“Oh, I trust you, Nick,” I said without batting an eyelash. I trusted that if and when the time came, he would take care of me the right way. Even though Nick had tried to fit into the typical mold of an older brother, there was nothing typical about his sexy body, thus my crush on him. I had always thought he was way too hot and sexy to be my brother, and at this moment, it was taking all I had to stop my hands from caressing him.
“So, I’m guessing you have no plans tonight then,” Nick said after a brief silence.
“I guess not. My date is probably with someone else by now. I should really go to bed. Don’t want to disrupt your evening plans with Amber.”
“What plans?” Nick asked, his eyebrows raised.
“Isn’t Amber coming over soon?” I asked. “She usually does.”
Amber was his most current girlfriend, and even though I didn’t approve of her, it wasn’t my place to tell Nick who to date, especially since his girlfriends only lasted a few weeks. I knew she’d be old news sooner rather than later.
“She cancelled on me.”
“Just two of us then?” I asked, smiling at the irony. It seemed like we were destined to spend the evening together.
“Yes. Just you and me, sis,” he said with the boyish grin I had grown to love, the grin that always made me wet. “We should make your last night home special.”
The way he said it was so suggestive, but I didn’t want to read more into it. “I don’t know. Maybe we can watch a movie at home instead?”
“I have a better idea,” he said, and a grin spread on his face. “But it’s naughty.”
“I’m game.” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice.
“Let’s go, then,” he said, getting up and pulling me along. My skirt had ridden up while I was sitting, and I swear he could have seen my pussy had he looked down when he pulled me up.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he said, smiling a devilish grin.
“It had better be good,” I smiled. I was already dressed to go out, so I grabbed my coat and we headed out of the house.
We made light and normal conversation as he drove - a perfect ride of sibling chatter. We talked about school, work, friends, and everything else…but not about sex or the people with whom we were not spending the evening. I worried that he regretted having touched me a little less appropriately at home and was trying to make up for it by making normal conversation.
I stole several glances at him as we drove. Gosh, he was truly handsome! Athletic. Sculpted. I’d seen him bare-chested on several occasions, and each time always left me gasping and hoping for more. I would visually trace the tattoos inked on his upper torso when he wandered around the house shirtless, but that was as far as I could go.
Tonight, he was dressed in a tight t-shirt that begged for me to reach out and touch him, but I restrained myself, as I didn’t know what was going on in his mind. In my wildest dreams, I hoped he was thinking about me and wondering how hard he might fuck me if given the chance.
The dirty thoughts about him thinking dirty thoughts of me made me chuckle, and it aroused me as well. If I was one of those skanky girls Andrew fucked, I would have told him to pull over on the shoulder and fuck me like crazy. Of course, I couldn’t do that with Nick. As much as I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I wasn’t yet sure how far he wanted to take things with me. He was still family, and there were boundaries we weren’t supposed to cross.
We turned down a dirt road and drove a few more miles before pulling up to a place that looked like a club. People were hanging around outside, smoking, drinking, and talking.
“We’re clubbing?” I asked, excited.
“No, not really,” he said as he parked the car.
“Where are we? I don’t see a name for this place,” I asked. There were no visible signs on the building displaying the name of the establishment.
“I know. It’s a hideaway,” Nick giggled.
“A hideaway? I like the sound of that,” I said. I looked at young girls and men going in and out of the building. Was it a brothel? Was there a chance that Nick and I might get a little intimate here? I glanced at Nick again. With his outfit and tattoos, he could easily fit in with this crowd.
“I used to come here when I was a bad boy,” he told me as he opened his door. “It used to be my den back in the days.”
“You’re still a bad boy,” I laughed as I climbed out of the car.
“Hey, watch your tongue, young lady,” he smiled. He walked to my side of the car and held my waist.
For a second, I froze. What if someone who knew us saw Nick holding me like I was his?
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I said, pushing his hands gently away from my waist. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but for once, I had to do the right thing, at least for now.
He looked around like he was expecting to see someone he knew, and satisfied that we were safe and unnoticed, he put his hands on my waist again. This time, he drew me even closer, and his hand slipped under my skirt and rested on the curve of my ass. I tried to relax, but as much as I was in heaven, it was hard to feel comfortable when Nick was holding me that closely in public.
“Relax. We’ll be fine,” he said as he if reading my mind. He took my hand and pulled me toward the entrance of the building. “No one will recognize us here.”
“Okay,” I said, snuggling closer to him, my reservations fading. I was ready to be more than just his little sister for one night. I was already thinking of how best to seduce him.
Nick paid the cover charge to some huge male bouncer at the door and we walked inside. For a few seconds, I struggled to make out the silhouettes in the dark, crowded room. Before I could get my bearings, Nick led me away from the crowd and toward the back.
“Where are we going?” I asked, raising my voice over the loud music.
“You’ll see,” he said, smiling secretively.
We walked through a lonely passage, and after a few twist and turns, came to another door where a man was collecting yet another cover charge. Nick paid at least a hundred bucks to get us in. I was suspicious of the amount of money changing hands. What was behind the door that we had to pay so much to walk through? Few people seemed to know about the back room. We were the only ones in the back.
After collecting the money, the guard handed us two facemasks. They covered only half our faces, just enough to conceal our identities.
“Thanks,” Nick said to him.
“What are these for?” I asked Nick.
“Patience,” he said, smiling as he put the mask over my face before putting his on. I could still see him, and I assumed the idea was to conceal our identities. I wasn’t sure if I wanted anything to do with what was behind the closed doors, and just as if he sensed my hesitation, Nick reached for my hand. He squeezed it as if to reassure me and, in front of the guard, gently squeezed my ass as well. I didn’t need any other confirmation of the plans Nick had for me that night. Whatever it was, it was going to be naughty and deliciously wrong.
The bouncer opened the door and ushered us through. We entered a circular lobby surrounded by several doors. A woman, clad in a red bikini that left nothing to the imagination, handed a key to Nick.
“Enjoy your stay,” she said with a wink.
“Thanks,” Nick said as he took the key from her.
“Now what?” I whispered to Nick.
“You’ll see in a minute,” he replied as he looked at the number three on the key.
There were six doors, and each room was numbered one to six. Nick opened the door to room three easily and stepped aside to let me in. I didn’t know what to expect but was pleasantly surprised. The room looked like a decent-sized hotel suite except there was no bed. Instead, there was a contraption that looked like a cross between a large table and a couch, low enough to sit on and soft enough to lie on, and a suspended table in the middle of the room. Hundreds of candles burned around it.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, looking at Nick with a smile. Had he brought me here to finally grant my unsaid wishes?
“Anything you want,” he said, a smile spreading across his face as he shut the door behind him. “No pressure. We can leave right now if you wish. But I have a feeling this is something you might want.”
“No pressure,” I replied with a smile. I’d wanted an opportunity to spend some private time in a secluded place with him since we’d met, and I was finally going to get it tonight. I looked around the room again. It was certainly very romantic. A nearby table held a vase with white and pink roses. Soft music played from the speakers built into the walls. This was truly the perfect place to lose my virginity, especially with that contraption in the middle of the room that looked like it’d be a lot of fun.
Nick moved so close behind me that I could hear him breathing.
“So, what exactly do you do here?” I asked, feigning innocence as I turned to look at him and found myself in his arms. He didn’t step back or act surprised. Instead, he took me in his arms and held me tight.
“We used to call this room the hardcore room. Some people call it the fuck room,” Nick said, pulling me closer to him. “And that thing over in the center is called the fuck bed.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said as my body melted into his. “It looks like a soft table to me.”
“It’s a cross between a table and a bed. You’ll enjoy it,” he said, pushing his body against mine and turning me around.
I felt his cock pushing against my ass and I gasped. I tried to step away, hoping to hide my embarrassment.
“It’s okay, Maddy. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. We can leave right now if you want,” Nick said, his hands holding me tightly at the curve of my waist.
There was no need for words. What Nick wanted was what I had been hoping he’d ask for. I may still be a virgin, but I had read enough books and watched enough porn to know what was happening. I turned around and put my arms around him, my hands sneaking under the back of his shirt. I stroked his back, feeling all the contours of the muscles he worked so hard to get.
Without warning, he pushed me roughly backwards and pinned me against the wall. His hands reached beneath my shirt and he tugged on my bra. I smiled and decided to let him figure it out. If he wanted me, he had to work for it. Apparently, Nick was a pro, as it took him just a few seconds to remove my bra and toss it to the side. I closed my eyes as he began to rub my back. His hands slowly moved to the front, and he cupped my full breasts over the fabric of my shirt.
“A fuck bed?” I whispered. I groaned as he found my nipples and pinched them hard.
“Yes,” he said, pinching my nipples again, this time a little harder. I groaned loudly. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes tender.
“Yes, I like that,” I answered, placing my hands over his to encourage him to pinch my nipples again. He did it one more time, a lot harder, and I moaned in appreciation. His hands moved from my nipples and cupped my breasts.
“These are perfect,” he said, squeezing my breasts gently. “You’re perfect.”
“But you haven’t even seen them yet,” I giggled.
“You’re right. I need to fix that right away.” He released my breasts, took off my mask, and pulled my shirt over my head. He tossed that to the side, next to my bra.
“I knew they were perfect,” he smiled; before I could respond, he took off his mask and his mouth moved to my nipple, his hand still cupping my breast. I had wanted to take off his shirt, but as his mouth began working my soft and sensitive nipples, I could only close my eyes and relax. As he licked my nipples, a warm feeling spread through my body, starting from the top and ending between my legs. His teasing caused a great deal of wetness between my legs. I let my hands run along the outline of erection. He was so fucking big and hard.
“Oh, Nick,” I moaned as I fumbled for his zipper. Soon his pants were pooled around the bottom of his legs. I gingerly touched his cock and froze. He was bigger than I had first imagined.
“You’re okay?” he asked.
“Yes, just getting used to this…to touching cock,” I said as I started stroking him, causing a moan to slip from his lips. “You like it, Nick?” I asked, wanting to make sure I was doing it right. He didn’t respond. Instead, he lowered his head and started sucking my nipples like crazy. His other hand travelled down my hips and butt until he reached the hem of my skirt. Then his hands disappeared underneath. I winced when I remembered that I wore no panties.
“No panties?” he asked as his hands touched my bare buttocks.
“No,” I said, a little ashamed to be caught without underwear. It wasn’t like I had planned to end up with Nick that night. My bare buttocks had been my compromise for my date with Andrew; I had planned to let him go down on me that night. Instead, Nick was going to be the first one to touch my pussy, and, hopefully, the first one to fuck the hell out of me.
“Why are you naked?” he asked, his voice suddenly stern. “Did you plan to fuck Andrew tonight?”
“No,” I said as I stopped stroking him and let my hands fall by my sides. I hated when he got mad at me. I should have put my panties on when he’d suggested we go out. He was still my older brother, and he probably thought it was partly his responsibility to make sure I behaved appropriately.
“You’ve been bad,” Nick said, and before I knew what was happening, he smacked my ass hard.
“No, Nick, I haven’t been bad,” I cried, smarting from the pain. But I wanted him to do it again.
“I planned to take it easy with you this evening, but now that I know you had plans to screw Andrew, I’ll have to give it to you a little differently,” he warned. He pulled me gently toward the center of the room. “I think you’re ready to take it rough from me. Unless, of course, you really want to me to go slow.”
I’d always wanted rough sex. If Nick wanted to punish me by taking me hard my first time, I couldn’t be any happier. The wetness between my legs increased. The mere thought of Nick’s cock stroking me roughly was too much to bear. I wanted him right now.
“No, Nick.”
”No? Tell me, Maddy. Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t go easy on me, Nick,” I moaned loudly.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he lifted my skirt as if to make sure I was totally naked beneath it.
“Turn around and place your arms on the couch,” he said, pointing to the fuck bed in front of me.
I turned around and did as he told me to, jutting out my ass. He hiked my shirt up, my butt now totally exposed to him. I wanted to beg him to strike my ass again, but he seemed to have other ideas.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, placing one leg between my legs to pry them apart.
I spread my legs as wide as possible, and for good measure, jutted my butt even more so it was sticking out. I wasn’t used to the domineering side of Nick, but I loved it.
“That’s right, Maddy. Spread it out and tilt that ass towards me. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll come again and again."
“Yes, Nick,” I moaned. I placed my head on my arms and wiggled my ass, bracing myself for his penetration.
He rubbed my ass gently and pulled my ass cheeks apart as if to explore my button. He licked one of his fingers until it was wet and ran it along my pussy from underneath.
I moaned as his wet fingers teased my clit repeatedly and spread the slickness around my pussy lips. Without going deeper or touching me further, he pulled his finger out and licked it one more time before returning it to my pussy. He continued teasing me, each touch making me hornier and driving me to the brink. I tried to reach backwards to touch his cock, but he slapped my hand away, forcing it back on the table.
“Not yet, Maddy.”
“But I want to touch you, Nick,” I protested.
“Shhh. Plenty of time for that,” he said as one of his fingers touched my clit, sending intense, warm shocks through me. I moaned, hoping he would keep touching me. He must have noticed my pleasure; he did it again and again. If this was his idea of punishment for not wearing panties, I’d never wear panties again.
After a few minutes of teasing my pussy, I felt him draw closer to me and press himself against me.
“Oh, shit!” I said as I felt his full hardness poking at me. It felt like some metal pole was being shoved against my back.
“Feel it?” he asked, pushing even deeper into me.
I nodded, wanting so bad to play with it.
“I am going to fuck you with this cock until you beg for mercy,” he said. "I'll fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
“Yes, please.” Having Nick fuck me senseless was one of my deepest, darkest fantasies.
He parted my ass and gently smacked it. I squeaked in delight.
“Nice.” He smacked me again.
I smiled. I had always received compliments on my ass. My years of running track and field for school had not been in vain. My ass was tight and I knew it.
“Now turn around,” he ordered. I immediately turned to face him, my back pressed against the table, the edge just above my waist.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
I dropped to my knees, thankful the carpet was plush. I did what I supposed I was expected to do – took the cock in my mouth – my first cock – and moved it in and out of my mouth. I hadn’t been sure what to expect, but I was pleasantly delighted at the sweet, warm feel of his cock in my mouth. It was hard and firm and moved naturally in and out of my mouth.
“Suck it like a lollipop,” he said, placing a hand on my head and pushing. At first, I couldn’t take more than half of his entire length; he was simply too large for my mouth, but I tried my best, sucking as much of him as I could, going up and down. When I finally adjusted to his girth, I got his entire length in my mouth and even allowed his cock to slide down my throat a few times.
“Oh, yes, baby. Now squeeze my balls.”
I found his balls and held them as tenderly as I could. I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Squeeze harder, Maddy,” he moaned.
I squeezed just a little harder, and I could tell he liked it. I kept squeezing his balls as I sucked my first cock like a pro. Nick kept moaning, his groans spurring me on. He began to stiffen like the pleasure was getting too intense.
“Stop, Maddy,” he moaned.
“Why?” I asked as I let his cock slip out of my mouth. It looked even more monstrous, and I wondered how I was going to take all that into my tight pussy.
“Because if you keep doing that, I’ll come in your mouth.”
“Where do you want to come?” I was glad I was pleasing him.
“Your pussy, if that’s okay with you,” Nick replied. He pulled me up from the floor and fused his lips on mine.
I nodded. Pussy, mouth, as long as I got his cock in me, I was fine.
Our hands wandered all over each other as our kiss deepened. His lips were warm and his tongue demanding. I knew I wanted his mouth somewhere else. As the seconds ticked, I felt warmer and warmer between my legs, my pussy dampening and full of desire. He seemed to sense my need as he broke our kiss and helped me onto the fuck bed. It was high enough that I needed help to get on it and soft enough that I was comfortable. Once on the bed, I realized what the fuck bed was used for. It helped to align our bodies so that his hips and cock were directly in front of my pussy. That allowed him easy access and penetration.
“Lay down on your back and swing your legs over the side.”
I did as he said; my legs dangled off the bed. My pussy was totally exposed to him. He bent over and put his lips on my clit. At first, I wasn’t sure what to expect. His tongue felt wet and warm.
“Oh, Nick!” I groaned as his tongue worked on me. This was the first time someone had gone down on me. It felt better than anything I could have imagined.
He continued licking my pussy intensely, stopping only to apply occasional, slight pressure on my clit. Based on the way he was licking me, I assumed I tasted good and relaxed. Waves of pleasure began to heighten, and even though I had never had an orgasm, I knew I was approaching climax. I didn’t want my very first orgasm to be from oral sex. I needed a rock hard cock to pound me like crazy.
“Nick, I need your cock,” I managed to whisper, pulling his face out of my pussy. “Right now.”
He smiled, and without a word, stood up and pointed his cock toward me. I grabbed it, opened my legs even wider, and pulled him to the slit of my pussy. He was still solid hard.
“Is it going to hurt?” I whispered, suddenly realizing how small and tight my pussy must be in comparison to the cock I was holding. Surely something that big would tear my pussy up. He was never going to fit.
“Maybe just a little,” he said. “But I think you can handle it.”
I nodded and held my breath as I felt the first poke of his cock. I was so wet his cock slid a bit into my pussy - not all the way at first, not even enough to hurt, but enough to make me want more. As if he could read my mind, Nick gripped my waist, and without warning, plunged deeply into me, his cock going all the way in.
“Fuck!” I screamed. I felt a flash of pain, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came.
“Are you okay, baby?” Nick asked.
“Yes. Please don’t stop,” I said. I braced myself for another sweet thrust. Nick didn’t disappoint me; he began to repeatedly drive into me, one quick thrust after the other, each one rocking my body. I felt my pussy widening every time his cock went deep, contracting as he pulled out. I held his ass tight, sinking my nails into his flesh.
Nick moaned, pumping me even more. My clit started to throb, and soon, I felt a new type of warmth spreading through my body.
“Nick?” I whispered.
“Yes?”
“Hold on,” I said as I pulled his cock out of me.
“What…”
Before he could finish his statement, I turned around, my ass jutting in the air again, my pussy exposed to him. I crouched as low as I could until my pussy was almost on the same level as his cock.
“Maddy,” he said as he moved closer to me and sank his cock into my pussy, going so deep I swear I could feel him in my throat. He seemed to be waiting for me to get comfortable, but I was too impatient to take a break.
“Fuck me, Nick! Now!” I commanded.
Nick thrust into me over and over, groaning each time he drove in. I put my finger on my clit and rubbed furiously, my excitement heightening by the second. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I exploded.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight!” Nick said, pushing hard. "So fucking tight!"
“Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt my whole body tensing just as a wave of orgasm hit me. It felt so different than when I masturbated. It was so much more intense than I could have ever imagined. It was mind-blowing good. “Fuck!”
Nick grunted, his entire body shaking as he began to orgasm. He pushed into me a couple more times, swiftly, and finally collapsed on me.
“That was crazy,” I said as I regained my breath and rolled over to sit up. Nick climbed up on the table to sit next to me. His sperm dripped out of my pussy and onto the table.
“Amazing,” he said, turning to me and kissing me on the lips.
“Awesome,” I murmured as I curled up next to him. My hand touched his cock. I felt it stirring in my hand and smiled. This was turning out to be the best night of my life.
“I wish we hadn’t waited until your last night at home to get together,” Nick said as he rubbed me all over.
I had totally forgotten I was leaving for California the next day, and just when I finally hooked up with the man I had been craving for years. How the heck was I going to survive the next few months at a new school without my newfound sex partner? How were we going to work out the new layer of our stepsister-stepbrother relationship? Suddenly, all the pleasure I’d gotten from the orgasm ebbed as sad thoughts overtook me.
Nick noticed the change in my countenance and held me tight. “We’ll figure it out,” he assured me as he kissed me.
I nodded. There was no need for words. Suddenly, I wished I was going to the local college with Nick instead of a private college all the way in California. For the first time, I didn’t feel like leaving.
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NICK
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As I held Maddy close to me, all the emotions she had always unknowingly evoked in me came rushing at me. She was absolutely beautiful, and I had wanted more from her since the day our parents introduced us. I had assumed it would never happen with us because of the confines of our relationship, so I kept my feelings at bay. I spent years pretending she wasn’t so attractive even though my cock hardened each time I was in her presence.
Over the years, I managed to fool her into thinking all I wanted was to be her big brother and nothing more. What she didn’t know was that I used her as a yardstick for the girls I dated, and since no one ever came close to her, my relationships with them didn’t last. I had a reputation as a player, and I didn’t want to correct it so Maddy didn’t think I was available. The truth was that she was the only one I ever truly wanted. She was the girl I wanted to spend my days with, as impossible as it seemed.
When I had come home earlier that day and saw her crying over a jerk, it not only broke my heart but had also tugged at my raw emotions. I had comforted her in the worst possible way, by having mind-blowing sex with her, something that probably wasn’t the best course of action for us. Now I had opened up a can of worms and there was no going back. I couldn’t take back our lovemaking and wouldn’t even if I could. It was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, and I wouldn’t trade being in her for any other experience.
As I held her close on the fuck bed, I wanted so much to tell her how much having sex with her had been a dream come true for me, but I couldn’t. I had long figured she liked me as much as I liked her, and if she knew my true feelings for her, she might try to make things work. This situation was one that could never work. There was no way our parents would buy into us being a couple, and I couldn’t bear to break her heart again by starting something that was never going to last. I was sure she felt the same way, but neither of us was ready to talk about what we he had just done. As she curled up next to me, fragile yet strong, I felt a strong need to protect her.
“We’ll figure it out,” I repeated, kissing her again. She seemed reassured as she relaxed in my arms. Who was I kidding? Figure it out? How? How in the world was I going to get away with having a relationship with my stepsister?