Chapter 7
James
Fuck me! Her tits bouncing up and down burn as I drove into her, is replaying in my mind. The hot water washes down on me. My hand jerks back and forth furiously over my hard shaft, pumping.
Jesus, her pussy was so tight, nothing has ever felt so good.
Fuck - and that ass.
That tight ass needs to be fucked so bad. I bet no one has ever been back there. She seems to be so uptight. That could help loosen her up. I should fuck my step-sister there. I need to bend her over again and be inside of her perfect body. There is nothing I want more than to keep thrusting my shaft down into her. And when she orgasms I cannot explain how hot it is. It’s all I want. I cum in the shower. My load spills out, and I lean against the wet shower tile, letting the water hit me right in the face.
What a nightmare this has morphed into. I cannot believe it. Poor Samantha, she must hate me. I don’t even blame her. I hate myself. I turn the water off and stand there for a second, letting the droplets fall off of my skin. It's been five years since I last saw the perfect girl and ruined things. What cruel trick is the universe playing on me by making her my step sister - God...my fucking hot, sexy step sister.
Still, it was such a long time ago. I can't imagine it being that bad. I wrap a towel around me and dry off. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her at the bar, Daves. Samantha caught my attention right away. And then I hit her by accident. I was so embarrassed. I thought she was going to be mad at me, but she was so nice, and so fucking hot. She was almost as hot as she is now. Now, she’s grown into that figure and body. We clicked right away, and it was a no-brainer to take her back to my place. I never imagined someone so beautiful could exist and be that great of a person. It didn’t matter if I was in a relationship. She was all I wanted, and she is all I do want now. Fuck. I fall onto the bed. And when we have sex, it is like it's not real. I have been with a lot of women but not like that. It’s like we belong together. I know she has to feel the same way. She can't just ignore what is going on between us.
I grasp at my neck where the necklace used to be. She recognized her necklace that she left with me that night. I kept it all those years, to remember that night like some sort of token. I had fallen in love with her that night, and couldn't get her out of my mind. I knew I had ruined any shot of a relationship with her. I tried to find her to return her things, but it was no use.
I stare at the clock. It's almost time to go for breakfast. Perhaps this is a second chance for me. We found each other again. I can't ruin this. I need to at least make it up to her and explain everything. After our parents leave for their honeymoon, I will try to talk to her. I should at least apologize before she returns home. This could be my last chance, and I won't let it slip though my fingers. I don't care if she is my step-sister, she will be mine.
She's at breakfast before me. She's the first one I see at the table sitting in the restaurant. My cock wakes back up when my eyes fall on her. Her curvy body in a little blue dress is practically pulling at my dick, making it hard. I clench my jaw. She stares at me with those sparkling eyes. She glares at me though, but it just makes me think about fucking her intensely. I bet she likes it rough when she is upset. I imagine pulling her long hair. My parents turn and say good morning, bringing me right back to reality. I take my place in the empty chair next to Samantha. I can sense her body tenses up next to me. I glance over and smile. She smiles back at me for a second. It's forced.
"Morning, everyone," I say calmly.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Tonya says with a warm smile.
"So are you guys ready for the big honeymoon?" I ask, looking at both of them.
"Oh yes, we are."
The server comes by, and I order a meal. We talk about last night and share some stories, but not all of them. Most are about the family, and none are about the children fornicating all night and then getting into a huge fight.
"Samantha, are you alright?" Tonya asks her daughter. Samantha nods quickly, avoiding the question. I could answer it for her and tell our new mom that no. She is not alright. She hates me, and I don't blame her. The food arrives then.
"Just tired."
"It was quite the party," Stanley says.
Especially the part when I fucked my new sister, and then we both realized it wasn't the first time we were involved physically, I think in my head.
I glance over at Samantha. She doesn't dare look at me.
Jesus.
So this is how it's going to be.
"What time did you go to sleep last night, Sam?" I ask, prodding, seeing how far she will take this silent treatment. We aren't young twenty-somethings in college anymore. Her neck snaps in my direction.
"Early. I had a fairly disappointing time in my hotel room." Her eyes glance down at my cock. My cheeks go red, and I wonder if she can tell that my cock is stiff as a board.
Our parents look at one another confused. I chew on my lip, is she trying to cause shit right now.
"Well, I am very sorry to hear that," I say calmly.
"How was your night, James?"
Oh, now she is polite. She twists a corner of her hair.
"It was great. I fell right asleep. I slept like a baby."
"Well, that makes sense you kind of are a baby."
"Samantha!" Tonya barks.
"It's alright," I say calmly, leaning back in the chair. "We are brother and sister now. We can disagree."
"That's right," Samantha agrees, sending me vemon with her stare. "It’s what normal siblings do."
"And we want to be normal siblings!"
I can tell we are weirding our parents out because my dad coughs to interrupt our little dispute. He is great at smoothing over conflict, and I guess I missed that gene, because right now I am the enemy.
"So your mother and I were talking..." he starts. Samantha and I both turn to face him as he continues, "and we were thinking that instead of going on a normal honey moon we want you both to come with us." My mouth drops open, and so does Samantha's. "We both know you have the week off, and we want you to come. We already paid for it."
"Mom - no. I wouldn't want to do that to you guys," Samantha begins to stutter.
"Seriously," I add in. "This is your special time."
"We know," Tonya starts, "and that's exactly why we want you with us. You two are the most important part of our lives, so we thought we could use the time to really start things off as a family and on a good note."
I can't believe. I shake my head and laugh. Oh, there is so much irony in what my step mother is saying. If only we could explain to her the way we have just started as family members! Now they would trap Samantha and me together at a resort in the Bahamas. It's all too much. Samantha is freaking out. I can feel it. She looks at me then back at her mom. Her body is extremely tight. It makes me think of her pretty pussy. My cock is still throbbing.
"Is this for real?" she asks.
"Of course, honey."
Poor Samantha, her parents don't even know the torture they are putting her through.
But on the other hand, this might be the opportunity I need to win her over.
"If you guys wants us there, then I would be happy to go," I say.
"Oh please, Sam. It will be so much fun," her mom starts with a pleading tone. Samantha chews on her cheek. She has no real reason not to go. Well, I mean she does, but she can't really come out and say that she and I have a very strange past, and it's rocky right now, or that we have fucked. The best part is all of this is going on between us, and we have met three times. That is it. Three days but we have years’ worth of drama.
"Okay...I guess it could be fun."
Tonya and Stanley smile, they have just won at parenting. But then my dad does something. Something, I did not think he would ever do. And I might just have to drown myself in this wonderful family oriented honey moon now.
"Do you think Mallory would want to meet with us at the resort?" he asks. I almost choke on my eggs. Mallory, my on and off girlfriend. One I have seriously never dated, but hooked up on opportunity. He has met her once.
She is not even at the wedding, what the hell is he thinking?
"Mallory?" I hear Samantha say calmly. Her eyes flash to mine. I am fucked. I take a breath and prepare for the hate that is about to blow my way.
"James' girlfriend."
"I didn't know James had a girlfriend?" Tonya says, looking over at her new husband. Samantha starts to laugh violently. Her shoulders bounce up and down, and her hands slam down on the table.
"Where is she, James?" Samantha asks, turning her head like she is genuinely interested.
I clench my jaw and glare at my dad.
"She is not here because she is not my girlfriend," I say through clenched teeth.
"Come on James. You guys were out on a date the other night. I thought you said she had to work at the hospital this weekend," Stanley says, looking confused at me and then at Samantha.
Samantha rests a hand on my arm.
"It’s alright, James, I understand you being upset your girlfriend couldn't come to your dad's wedding. But as your sister, I would love to meet her and tell her all about it."
I take a deep breath. I don't think there is anything that I can say that will fix anything at the moment. I just hope that this next week will give me a chance to make up for everything, and show her in a few ways that I am not the young, dumb fool she met in college. So, I just shake my head and bite my tongue. Our parents sense the weird tension between us and switch the topic to all the fun things we are going to do at the resort.
We finish our breakfast, and our parents tell us all the details about the trip, and the time we will fly out. They tell us not to worry about clothes or any of that. They already have packed for us. We will go back to our rooms to get ready for the flight. We agree to ride to the airport together. They must have been planning this all along. I pity them for trying to create something good for their fucked up kids.
We leave the table, Samantha grabs my hand hard as our parents walk out of sight. I freeze and face her in the doorway of the restaurant. Her nails dig into my wrist. It just reminds me of when we were fucking. She glares at me. I want to flip her back around, bend her over, and remind her of how good it can feel between us.
"If you fucking touch me, or try to talk to me when we aren't with our parents I will rip your throat out on the goddamn honeymoon." Her threat makes me horny as fuck.
"Okay," I lean in, so my mouth is inches from her ear. "I'll only touch you when we're around them then."
Before she can respond, I kiss her on the lips and walk away. I can't help it, watching her all riled up, gets me hard as a rock. She wants to slap me, but the shock has left her wide-eyed and with an open mouth.