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2
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The next day was so chaotic. Between packing all of my stuff, my mom barging into my room every two seconds to make sure I had everything, my stepdad reminding me that we don’t want to miss my flight, and Nick hauling my things to the car, I didn’t have much time to think of the wild night before. Nick did, however, blow me a kiss once when Mom and Dad weren’t paying attention, but we refrained from any physical contact. We made it to the airport just in the nick of time.
“Be good,” Mom said as she hugged me tightly. Mom was a petite woman, and for me to feel her hug me that tightly, I knew she was wishing me the best with everything she had.
“I will, Mom. I promise,” I said, hugging her tightly as well. We’d had just each other to lean on for most of my life, and being away from her was going to be incredibly tough.
“We’ll miss you,” said Dan, whom I now called “Dad,” as he took his turn to hug. In contrast to my mom, Dan was a huge guy. The first time I’d met Dan, I had been amused at how physically different he and my mom were. The height difference was apparent, but one minute of being in his presence told me he had a lot more going for him than just his height. He was charming and sexy. Nick definitely took after him.
“I’ll call every weekend. Take care of Mom,” I said to him as I hugged him back. I fought back a tear that threatened to escape.
“Of course. She’s in good hands.” He smiled at me, his dimples emerging. This was another trait his son had inherited. It made me comfortable knowing Mom wasn’t going to be lonely when I left.
I turned to Nick, not sure what to expect from him, but thankfully, he had his emotions in check. He did what my parents were used to – a simple bear hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Take care, Maddy. I’ll call you when I get back to school.”
“Sure, call me when you can, Nick. I’ll see you guys in just a few months!” I said as I took a deep breath and looked one more time at my loving family before me.
I waved and put on a cheerful face as I hurried out of their presence before I burst into full blown sobs. I wasn’t sure if the tears were for the fact that I knew how much I’d miss home, or the disappointment at the lack of affection from Nick. I needed to get away from him and from my fantasy relationship that wasn’t reality with him. A peck on the cheek hadn’t been enough. I know he couldn’t do much given the presence of our parents, but could he have at least given me a tighter hug? A longer peck?
The night before could as well have been a dream if it wasn’t for the fact that my pussy still felt slightly raw from the repeated sessions of lovemaking we’d shared the night before. Maybe he regretted having sex with me, and perhaps this was his way of showing it. There were so many unanswered questions swimming about in my mind, but asking them as I said goodbye to my parents was hardly the time and place to find answers. Not like there was a lot to talk about.
I knew Nick’s history of changing girlfriends every month; I was already history. The only exception was I wasn’t technically his girlfriend in the first place, which was worse. What was I? A stepsister with benefits? I wouldn’t be surprised if I came home during the winter break to find him dating another sorority bimbo. Things worked that way sometimes.
***
School wasn’t as bad as I had imagined, and I soon settled down and established a routine. My roommate, Amy, turned out to be a sweet and adventurous foreign exchange student from London. We bonded instantly, and between her naughty antics and my crazy course load as an English major, I tried to keep myself distracted over the first few weeks. I still called home every weekend to speak to Mom and Dad. Nick called me occasionally, but our conversations were always so weird – simply formalities and no discussion of us or what had happened between us. I figured if he wasn’t going to discuss it, I sure wasn’t going to.
Finally, the semester came to an end, and Amy and I prepared to fly back to our respective homes. As we rode in the cab to the airport, we talked about our winter break plans.
“I have to come visit you one day,” I said. “I’ve never been to London and I’ve always wanted to go.”
“We could trade places,” she said, smiling teasingly. “I want to go to your house so I can hook up with your brother.”
“Stepbrother,” I corrected. Amy knew all about Nick, but only the non-naughty parts. She knew he’d played soccer in high school, was a computer major senior at the state college, and liked lasagna with tons of cheese. I guess I talked a little bit too much about him. She’d seen his pictures on my phone and had instantly developed a crush on him. This did not surprise me in the least, as Nick was a girl magnet.
“Trust me, Amy, you won’t want to hook up with him. You’ll last maybe a month,” I said, giggling. Deep inside, I was a bit jealous of another girl expressing her desire for Nick, no matter how harmless.
“Well, it’ll be one glorious month,” Amy said with a laugh.
Just then, the cab pulled up to the airport curb, and we quickly paid the driver. We turned to say our goodbyes; she was headed to the international terminal while I was en route to the domestic.
“I’ll see you in just a few weeks,” I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Enjoy the break.”
“You too. See you in a month,” Amy replied.
One glorious month! I was going to be home for one month with Nick, but I was a little scared. How were things going to work out between us? Suddenly, I was filled with trepidation and doubt. I had been looking forward to seeing him, but suddenly, I wasn’t so sure anymore. What if he still pretended like we’d never had sex? Worse still, what if he had a new shiny girlfriend on display? Or what if Amber, or was it Ashley, whoever was his last girlfriend, was back in the picture. Suddenly, my dreams of us making things work somehow turned sour.
***
Six hours after boarding the plane in LA, I arrived at JFK airport in New York, expecting my mom or dad to be there to pick me up, but Nick had come instead. He had also come alone.
“Nick!” I called out as I walked toward the arrival area, seeing him before he saw me.
“Maddy!” He ran up to me and engulfed me in a hug – a deep, sensual hug that was much tenderer than the brotherly bear hug he had given me when I left a few months ago.
As our bodies pressed together, I felt a little tingle of excitement spread through me. I held onto him a little longer than I probably should have. I didn’t want to stop. All the memories of the amazing night we’d had together came rushing back. Oh gosh, he was turning me on by just holding me.
He pulled away from me more quickly than I would have wished, but not before I felt something hard brush against my belly. His cock had responded to me. I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this month wasn’t going to be too bad after all, especially once we figured out what we were doing.
“You look great. All grown-up,” he said, his eyes roving from my toes to my hair. I tried not to look at him, but I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes, the way only Nick knew how to.
“You look great yourself,” I said. I glanced briefly at his groin for a telltale sign that would betray the hard-on I thought I’d felt. I was right. His cock was straining slightly against his pants, and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.
“How was your flight?” he asked, pretending like he didn’t have a hard on.
“Great. A little turbulence over the mountains, but it was great,” I replied with a wide grin. I had to divert my eyes from his groin and forced myself to look at his face. “I’m glad to be back.”
“Good to have you home, too,” he said as took my carry-on from me. “We’ve all missed you.”
“We?” I looked at him, my face certainly displaying my curiosity.
“Mom, Dad, and me, of course,” he said, playing right along.
I was hoping he’d say he missed me like crazy, but simply missing me was a good start. “So, when did you come home?”
“Yesterday. Dad told me you were coming home today, so I figured I’d surprise you and come home earlier.”
“That’s nice,” I said, my heart skipping a beat at the thought that he must have missed me more than he let on. His school was only a three-hour drive from home, and I know he preferred to hang out with his friends at school than come home. That coming home earlier might have been planned was significant for me.
“I wanted to see you,” he said, holding my shoulder casually as we walked toward the car.
His touch was enough to arouse me again. I changed the subject to distract myself from the mounting and spreading warmth throughout my body.
“Where’s Mom? I thought she’d be here.”
“You know Mom. She’s on call and got paged right before we were about to leave for the airport. Dad accompanied her since she wanted company. They said they won’t be long. They can’t wait to see you.”
“Yeah, famous last words. So, it’s just you and me?”
“Yes, kiddo,” he said, grinning as he walked towards the exit. I walked behind him, noticing the way his ass moved in his pants – it was tighter than I remembered.
We found his car quickly and were on our way home. As we talked, I observed Nick. He still looked like the hunk I’d left behind a few short months earlier. As usual, he was wearing a white, tight shirt that showed his bulging biceps. Nick was a gym freak and it showed. I swallowed, diverting my eyes away from his body and focusing on the road ahead.
“So, how did your first semester wrap up?” Nick’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over at him, then quickly looked away as I realized he was staring at my bare legs. I was wearing a rather short skirt that had gathered high on my thighs when I sat down. I shifted to pull it down, but he reached out his hand and touched me. “No, leave it that way. You know you look great.”
I pulled my hand back, warmth burning where he had touched me.
“It was good. I’m glad it’s over,” I said. “My roommate has a crush on you. She wants to hook up with you when she gets the chance.”
“Is she cute? Hook us up.”
I looked at his face; he seemed dead serious. For a few seconds, I had no words. “You can’t be serious.”
“Why not?” he asked.
I looked at him and he still had the serious look.
“Tell me you’re kidding,” I said in flat tone.
“I got you,” he said giggling. “I’m just pulling your leg, Maddy.”
“That wasn’t funny,” I said, playfully smacking him.
“Sorry. But I’m glad you survived your first semester. I’m sorry I didn’t call often. I just didn’t really know what to say after our night together. But I’ve been thinking so much about you, Maddy. Thinking naughty things that I have no business thinking.”
“Really?”
He laughed and glanced at me. He responded with a low throaty voice. “Yes, really. I still remember every detail of that night with you.”
I glanced over at him, but rather than looking at his face, my eyes lowered to his crotch. He had a full-blown boner! Shit. I looked away, sure my cheeks were on fire. I wanted to reach out and touch his cock, but my pride wouldn’t let me act. He’d had sex with me and never addressed it. Now, many months later, he wanted to talk about it casually. I wasn’t ready.
“Nick, can we talk about us a little later?” I asked. “After we’re settled in?”
“Sure,” Nick said, his voice neutral.
We drove in silence for some time, Nick weaving through traffic and pretending like the mounting attraction between us was not a distraction nor abnormal between siblings. What if I helped him out by putting my hands on him? No! This was so wrong – I couldn’t be thinking nasty things like touching Nick’s hard cock while we were headed home.
“So, are you still working out a lot?” I asked after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
“You noticed?” Nick replied, a boyish smile appearing on his lips.
“Yes. I mean, you look great,” I said. I also wanted to tell him his ass was tight, but that was for another day.
“Thanks. The gym keeps me sane,” he said.
“Two for one,” I replied.
“What do you mean?” he asked without looking at me.
“Hit the gym, get fit, and you can pick up girls. That will keep you sane.”
“Certainly,” he replied. I could tell he was irritated.
We pulled up in the driveway just as Mom and Dad returned. The conversation between Nick and I was suddenly buried in hugs and kisses from our parents. They wanted to hear about every single thing that had happened to me since I had left home.
***
The next few days dragged on and on. Our parents had taken off from work to spend quality time together as a family. Nick and I were never alone for long, so we didn’t get a chance to talk any further. Several times, though, I caught him looking at me the same way he’d looked at me in the airport, but I pretended not to see him. Once, I was wearing one of my rather short skirts and was bending over while loading the dishwasher. I noticed him looking at my ass as I bent over. Rather than straighten up, I bent over even more until I knew he could see the outline of the slit of my pussy. I’m such a tease, and I didn’t care. We probably wouldn’t get together again anyway. He had openly admitted to having other girls while I had been away, and I had resigned myself to the fact that what had happened between us last summer had been just an accident...a one-time occurrence. Life was back to normal, and we were just what we had always been and would always be – step siblings.
A few days later, Nick was heading to the gym while everyone was watching television in the living room.
“Anyone up for going to the gym?” he asked no one in particular.
“Too tired. Maybe you and Maddy can go?” Dad replied. He was sitting on his favorite lounge chair in the living room and looked like he was settling in.
“Yeah, you two should go,” Mom suggested.
“Maddy?” Nick turned to me. I could tell he didn’t want me to go to the gym with him alone. I would probably mess up his pick-up routine and cock-block him. He wouldn’t want that.
“That’s okay. I don’t want to disrupt your schedule,” I said, hoping he’d leave me alone. I wouldn’t be able to handle him flirting with girls at the gym.
“Come on, you won’t get in my way. I haven’t really hung out with you since you came home.” He smiled at me, a smile I knew was forced, but, nonetheless, it worked.
“Sure. Why not? Might as well start taking off some of these freshman pounds. Five minutes and I’ll be ready,” I said, getting up and heading to my room. I looked through my gym clothes and finally settled on a pair of tights I knew accentuated my long legs, along with a sports bra and a tiny white t-shirt.
“That was fast,” my mom said, laughing as I rushed down.
“I’m pumped up,” I said, laughing with her before saying goodbye to her and my dad.
Nick decided to jog to the gym since it was less than a mile away, which was fine by me, as a mile was more exercise than I had gotten in the past week. Besides, I loved to run. We arrived at the gym a little out of breath. Nick went directly to the weights section while I chose a treadmill that faced him so I could watch him lift. I wanted the best vantage point to watch him squat and build his muscles.
Damn. He looked good. He had taken off his shirt, his tattooed bare chest glistening with sweat. His muscles moved in unison with the machines as he piled on the weights. As I watched him, I wondered if he could possibly get more perfect. My eyes wandered occasionally to his crotch as he moved around seamlessly in the gym. As he started his bicep curls, my heart fluttered, and I remembered how hard he had held me the night we’d had forbidden sex. Memories of us together rushed at me, and my body began to betray me. “Damn, Nick,” I muttered under my breath.
A cute redhead dressed in super short shorts and a top that left nothing to the imagination approached him while he worked on his triceps. She might as well been naked for the way all the men stared at her as she waltzed by. He spoke to her for a few minutes before returning to his workout. I wondered what they had spoken about, but he was probably used to girls walking up to him at the gym and wanting his attention. Surely a man like him could never be faithful to one woman…that would be impossible. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice one of the gym attendants asking me if I was okay and whether I needed help.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I replied distractedly.
“Your treadmill stopped a while ago. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t need help getting off.”
He was right. I had stopped walking some time ago and had been staring at Nick blatantly. I must have looked stupid.
“I’m okay. Just resting between machines,” I lied.
“Okay, but we are closing in a few minutes,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said with a smile for him. He was very cute, dimples and a just-the-right-amount of stubble on his face, but he wasn’t really my type. Nick was.
As I had been talking with the gym attendant, Nick had left the weights section. I figured he’d gone to the locker room to freshen up. I got off the treadmill and made my way to the ladies’ locker room. I quickly cleaned up and headed towards the lobby, expecting him to be done and ready to go. When I returned to the main floor, the gym was empty save the man who had talked to me earlier. I walked up to him.
“Hi, again. I came in with a man – tall, dark hair. Have you seen him?”
“Nick?”
“Yes.”
“I saw you two come in together. He’s a regular here. He’s probably in the locker room. Give him a few minutes.”
“Sure, thanks.” After pacing the gym for a few minutes, I started worrying whether Nick was okay. One part of me wanted to believe he was in the back section of the gym fucking that redhead who had flirted with him earlier, but the sisterly part of me wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he had maybe lost track of time or worse, gotten injured.
The gym attendant had gone into the office, but I didn’t want to wait too long in case Nick was really in trouble. I decided to walk into the men’s locker room and find out for myself. The gym was empty; certainly I wouldn’t run into any issues.
“Nick?” I called out softly from the doorway, but I heard no response. “Nick, are you okay?” After getting no response, I crept quietly into the room. I heard one of the showers running and walked closer to the sound of running water. Now I was really worried that Nick may have been taking a shower and gotten hurt. I quickened my steps towards the shower, drew the curtain aside, my heart beating wildly as imagined him bleeding on the floor. I was unprepared for what I saw before me.
Nick was standing in the water alone, eyes closed, his hand jerking his thick, long cock. I was so surprised that for a few seconds, I just stared, watching him lather the soapsuds all over his massive, hard cock and rub it slowly from top to bottom. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in the grips of extreme pleasure. He kept stroking his cock and squeezing his balls with his other hand. I felt a tingle spread between my thighs and up to my belly and breasts. My nipples ached and pressed against my tight top.
“Like what you see?” Nick sounded amused.
“Oh, gosh, no…no, I mean yes, sorry, Nick,” I fumbled with my words. I quickly stepped away from the shower, letting the curtain drop back into place. Damn! I didn’t mean for him to catch me. Now he would think I was a pervert. “I was just checking to see if you were okay.”
“Thanks, Maddy. I’ll be out soon.”
“Sure.” I quickly ran out of the locker and back out to the gym.
“Oh, there you are,” the gym attendant said when he saw me. “Did you see Nick?”
“Yes, he should be right out,” I said, trying my best to avoid his eyes, afraid he would know what had happened. My face was so red.
Nick walked out a few minutes later, but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. It was already bad that we hadn’t talked about us having sex in the first place, but now I had complicated things by catching him masturbating. I wouldn’t have thought Nick was the type who masturbated, not when women willingly fell at his feet. Now we really had something to talk about.
“Ready?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Yes,” I said as I followed him out of the gym.
We walked in silence all the way home. My thoughts raced with all sorts of possibilities. If Nick had been masturbating, that meant he was horny. Was it possible we could have sex again? His cock seemed so much bigger and thicker than I remembered it as I pictured it again covered in soap in the shower.
Our parents were asleep when we got home. I said good night to Nick and went up to my room to shower. As I slowly took off my sweaty clothes, I imagined Nick undressing me seductively– first the shorts, then the top, then the panties, and finally freeing my breasts as my bra came off. I was about to step into my bathroom when I heard my bedroom door click open behind me. I turned around, expecting to see my mom, but Nick was standing there. He looked so dejected. He shut the door behind him.
“Are you okay, Nick?” I asked, worried.
“Maddy, I can’t do this any longer.”
“Do what?” I asked.
“Have you this close to me, yet so far away,” he pointed to my body. “That should belong to me.”
I remembered I was naked and quickly pulled a towel off the shelf to wrap around me.
“What do you want, Nick? You know it’s not going to work between us. Even if there was a way to make it happen, you don’t like commitments. That’s not your style.”
“Don’t say that.”
“You know that’s true, Nick. You don’t keep a girlfriend longer than a month. So even if we were able to be together, it would last all of four weeks. It could destroy our family. You like your women too much to ever be satisfied with just one...especially one in such a complex set up.”
“Maddy, there’s no other girl in my life. I haven’t slept with anyone since the day we had sex,” he said dryly, his voice drained.
It wasn’t what I had expected to hear. His revelation took me by surprise. If Nick had truly not slept with any other girl since he’d touched me that night a few months ago, that was certainly something. I didn’t want to tell him that I hadn’t let any man touch me either. There had been opportunities, but I hadn’t wanted to take any of them.
“What happened to all your girlfriends? They dump you?” I mocked.
He groaned. “There’s been no other girl since you, Maddy. You know why? Because I can’t stop thinking about you. I know it’s wrong and we’ll probably get in a shitload of trouble for touching each other, but I can’t help it.”
“And you have to tell me this when I’m half-naked?” I asked. “Are you trying to get us in trouble now?”
“Is there a better time to do it? You can’t kick me out of your room when you’re half-naked.”
“How do you know?” I asked, smiling. He was right. The last thing I wanted was to kick him out of my room. If anything, I wanted to lock my bedroom door and let him take me all night long.
He smiled at me, and in response, loosened the string on his sweatpants and let them pool around his feet, his erect cock pointing straight at me.
“Should I leave now?” he whispered.
I looked behind him, scared the door would open and reveal one of our parents standing in the hallway. Shit, what would I tell them if we were found out?
“Don’t worry. They’re both fast asleep. We’ll just have to be quiet,” he whispered again as he drew me into his arms. “That is, if you’re up to it.”
Of course I was up to it. I’ve been up to it since the first time we fucked.
He squeezed me to him, causing the towel to drop, leaving me completely naked; my nipples pebbled as they rubbed against his chest. He bent over and placed his lips on my left nipple, taking one soft areola into his mouth and suckling.
“The question is this…are you up for it?” I teased.
“What do you think?” He guided my hand to his cock and shifted his mouth to my other nipple.
I giggled as I caressed his cock. He was hard and warm at the same time. I circled his cock with my hand and moved it up and down the shaft, the way I had seen girls do it in the movies.
“You haven’t done this since the last time we…?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “You saved yourself for me?”
“Yes.” I had saved myself for him since the first time we’d met.
“All right. I’ll give you a bit of a refresher course,” he said.
“Sounds like fun,” I said, smiling seductively while stroking his dick. He took my hands gently away from his cock and pulled me towards the bed, pushing me gently down onto my back.
“I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you are,” he said. I stretched out on the bed. He gazed at my nude body in awe.
“Thank you.”
“Nice,” he said, touching my clean-shaven pussy.
“You like it shaved?”
“Yes, Maddy. Always keep it shaved.”
“For you, I will,” I said, giggling.
He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed so that my legs hung over the side. He parted my legs, keeping his eyes on mine. I was now wide open to him.
“Let me remind you of our first time together,” Nick said as he knelt between my legs. He gently applied butterfly kisses to my pussy.
He spread me even further, and his lips really went to work! Wet kisses, licking, prodding, sucking, massaging – I experienced many new sensations. A groan escaped my mouth involuntarily.
“Are you okay?” he asked, lifting his head from my legs. His chin was wet from my pussy juice.
“Yesss…”
“Let me know if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop, Nick.” I had no intention of letting him stop. Why would I when I was receiving the pleasure of my life?
“Relax,” he said. “It’s important that you do. If you’re worried about getting caught, I assure you that we are safe.”
I tried to relax and spread open even more. He resumed licking and teasing my pussy.
“Are you sure you want me to be your second?” he murmured quietly, not stopping his teasing.
Words were unnecessary. I pushed his head toward me and made his lips brush my clit, causing a shiver of arousal.
He didn’t let his lips lose contact with me. He parted my thighs even wider and kissed my clit. At first, it was a gentle kiss; then he sucked softly on my bud. I closed my eyes as my entire body clenched in anticipation. With his lips still pleasuring and massaging my clit, his hand moved up my body, over my belly, and cupped my breast. His thumb flicked across my hardening nipple.
I moaned as his hand brushed my mound. He squeezed my breast a little, taking care to be gentle while still sucking on my clit. He spent a few more minutes pleasuring my pussy. His mouth made its way upward. I felt his tongue brush against my skin.
“I really like it shaved,” he grunted as he kissed my hairless mound. He tongued my bellybutton, a sensation that I didn’t know would feel so good. He kept moving up until his mouth was on my breasts. He stopped for a moment as if to admire them, each hand cradling one of my boobs. He gave them a squeeze, placed his mouth on one of my nipples, and sucked earnestly.
“I’ve missed you, Nick,” I said, running my hands through his hair as he pulled at my nipples with his teeth, teasing so softly. I let him play with my breasts. It’s not every day that my stepbrother gets to secretly suck at my nipples in the house that we shared with our parents. He played with one nipple for some time, then switched to the other one. He bit a little harder this time.
“Aww…” I said.
“Does it hurt, baby? I’m sorry,” Nick said.
“No, I like it. Do it again,” I said, reveling in the painful pleasure.
Nick didn’t need for me to ask again as he bit my other nipple.
This time around, I was expecting it, so I simply groaned when the pain hit me. He kept alternating between biting my nipples and sucking them, clouding my senses with pleasure. I was wiggling underneath him, unable to keep still. Suddenly, he lifted his body from me and lay flat next to me, our faces nearly touching. He guided my hands between his legs and placed my fingers around his cock.
I scooted down, opened my mouth wide, and took his entire thickness into my mouth. It felt strange having a dick in my mouth after so many months without it, but soon, I was bobbing away at his cock, sucking the entire length into my mouth. I loved doing it; it gave me pleasure to please him.
“Yeah, shit, grab my balls and roll them around in your hands,” he said, guiding my hand to his balls. I massaged them gently, careful not to hurt him.
“Be firm. Squeeze a little harder,” he said between grunts and moans.
I squeezed a tad bit harder, learning how to maneuver his sack and nuts.
“Yeah, baby, fuck,” he said.
“You like it?” I said as I pulled his dick out of my mouth, but he didn’t respond. Instead he pumped his cock into my mouth like it was my pussy, mouth-fucking me fast and hard. His grunts grew louder and deeper, and even though I had no experience with sex like this, I could tell he was getting to the end. I didn’t want him to be finished. I was just about to have fun.
“Take this. Yeah, take my whole dick,” he said, grunting even louder. I let him fuck my mouth for a few more seconds, then I pulled away.
“I don’t want you to come just yet,” I teased, smiling as I moved up his body and planted a kiss on his lips. He grabbed my ass before I could break the kiss and pulled me closer to him, crushing my body to his. Our tongues glided over each other, our kisses warm and wet but short.
“Why did you stop?” I asked when his mouth left mine.
“Because I want to fuck you in more places than your mouth,” he answered, and before I could ask what he meant, his hands had gone between my thighs. “I’m going to make you feel something new,” he said.
I felt his fingers rub my skin, stopping briefly at the slit in my pussy and moving past it without entering me. I arched my body towards him, hoping to make my pussy meet his fingers, but he moved his hand further way. His hands moved to my back, massaging and caressing. Without warning, he flipped us over so he lay on top of me, pinning me down with his strength.
He started by kissing my nipples again but didn’t linger too long there. He placed butterfly kisses on my stomach and between my thighs. Gently, he put a finger in my pussy; I stiffened. I was unsure of this new sensation.
“Relax, baby, it’s not going to hurt. You’re warm, wet, and ready,” he said.
I looked at him, my eyes revealing my confusion. “It won’t hurt like the first time?”
“I promise,” he said. He looked into my eyes, and the moment our eyes met, I knew I could trust him to take care of me.
“Okay,” I said. I forced myself to relax and waited for him to make me feel the new sensations he had promised. I braced myself for his finger, which I knew was about to gently penetrate me. I felt him insert one finger into me, and then he rubbed my clit with his other fingers. An involuntary moan escaped me.
“You like it?” he asked. I nodded, fearing my words would betray me.
He spread the juices from my pussy over my clit, massaging and rubbing me in ways I knew I would always desire.
“So good,” I said. I reached for him, hoping to guide his finger a little deeper into me. He took my hand away from my clit and placed it on his dick. It was raging hard and still warm from fucking my mouth. I caressed his dick, stroking his entire length and girth while thoughts of how it would feel inside me filled my head and caused me to moan even more.
He touched me for a few more seconds before spreading my legs wide. I willingly spread them even more. My clean shaven pussy was at his mercy. He moved up my body and positioned his dick at the slit of my pussy.
“Wait,” I said. I’d always had a fantasy of what our reunion would be like, and this was almost perfect, but I wanted him in a different way.
“What?” he asked.
“Not like this,” I said, wiggling around until my ass was up in the air. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast from behind.”
Nick needed no other invitation as he spread my legs apart, positioned his dick at the entrance of my pussy, and shoved it in deep, unceremoniously claiming me again.
“Fuck,” I said as his dick penetrated me.
“Are you okay, baby?” He froze, his dick deep in me but not moving.
“Yes, yes, please don’t stop,” I sighed, arching my ass towards him.
He penetrated me to his hilt until he hit my core. Then he withdrew his dick slowly, allowing my pussy to expand to his girth and length. He slid in slowly a couple more times, widening me each time, until my juices flowed freely. He pumped faster and faster into me, pushing in and out, thrusting into me like I was his last great fuck.
I leaned onto the bed, and underneath my body, I saw his balls slapping against my ass.
“Ahhhh, Maddy,” he grunted loudly as I took his balls in one hand and massaged them each time he thrust into me.
He reached out to hold my breasts and squeeze them as he pumped into me, repeatedly and mercilessly. I watched his cock glistening from my juices as he pushed into me non-stop.
“Shit, this is good, Nick,” I breathed.
“You like it?”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I said. I reached out and rubbed my clit. “Don’t ever stop.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. He smiled and continued fucking me, his whole body pushing into mine – his dick wrapped by my pussy in a snug fit.
“You fucking like it, don’t you?” he asked as he pushed quicker and faster into me.
“Yes,” I moaned, my fingers furiously rubbing my clit, finding that sweet spot I knew existed from years of pleasuring myself.
“Tell me how you like it,” he said, his breath quickening.
“Hard,” I hissed. I moved my hips in unison with his, making every penetration deeper. He was hitting my core, painfully sweet.
“Yes…yes,” I said as the sensations overwhelmed me. I was feeling something slightly different from the orgasm I felt when I touched myself. This one was deeper, threatening to take over my whole body. I didn’t want him to stop; I needed this feeling to last forever.
Nick seemed to know what I wanted because he thrust deeper and faster, fucking me so hard that I felt every bit of him expanding and claiming me. I stifled my screams into my pillow as the waves of orgasm hit me.
“I’m going to pull out,” he said, beginning to withdraw his dick.
“No, don’t!” I screamed as he pushed one more time into me.
“Fuck, Maddy,” he yelled as he came, his sperm releasing in squirts inside of me.
I groaned as my body stiffened from pleasure. I collapsed on the bed as the pleasure slowly subsided. He collapsed on me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, smiling at me, plastering kisses all over my back.
“Yes. Can we do it again?” I asked. He had fulfilled my darkest fantasy of having him take me from behind.
“That will be for another day, Maddy,” he said, and planted a full kiss on my mouth. “We have all winter break to become experts at this.”
“I can’t wait,” I said as I kissed him back, holding him tight. He was right, we had all winter to discover each other, and I was more than ready to learn all he could teach me.
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NICK
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I had done it again – fucking slept with Maddy. I should feel irresponsible and remorseful, but somehow, I was devoid of regret. How could I regret something so beautiful? Yes, it seemed wrong, but in reality, Maddy was only my sister by marriage and there was no real reason we couldn’t be together. It wasn’t like we were related by blood.
The months she had been gone had been terrible and lonely for me, and as much as I tried to fill the void she had surprisingly left in my life by hanging out with other girls, it was never the same. For the first time in my adult years, I couldn’t connect with any other girl the way I normally did. I had avoided calling her just to put some distance between us, but that didn’t work either. Thoughts of her clouded my days while my nights were filled with images of her sexy body riding my cock so hard that I came in my sleep. Having her home after so many weeks of missing her had brought back all the memories I had suppressed.
Even though I had tried to get a grip on my emotions by stroking myself in the bathroom gym while thinking naughty thoughts of her, it hadn’t worked. She had caught me in the middle of pleasuring myself, and the innocent look on her face, mixed with anticipation and desire, had dissolved every reservation I’d had about fucking her again.
As we lay in her bed, enjoying the bliss of our orgasms, she snuggled close to me, so innocent. I knew I had finally crossed the point of no return. If there had ever been a chance that we could have pretended our first time never happened, it was all gone. The second time had happened, and it was so much better than the first. There was going to be a third and a fourth time over the next few weeks, and it was time I figured out a good contraceptive method for us.
I looked at her again and smiled; she had fallen asleep in my arms. I knew I should leave her room and go back to mine so we didn’t get caught, but I had missed her. I needed just a few minutes more with her. Just a few more minutes…