Chapter 11
Sam
Waves crash onto the shore of the beach. I wiggle my toes into the sand and close my eyes. It's the last night out here, and I still don't know where I stand with James. I lay back on the towel and look up at the starry skies. It’s really messed up. I wish I could back in time to find the college-aged Samantha with her friends and ask them all to just stay in that night and rent a movie. Then none of this would happen. Maybe I would even tell my mom to stay away from Stanley. No - I wouldn't do that. At least someone in this family is happy.
"Hey, Sam," a calm, cool voice says. I open my eyes and see James standing over me. His wavy hair blows softly in the wind. He stares at me, looking like a walking work of art.
"Well, hello," I say back to him lazily. I close my eyes again and feel him take his spot next to me on the towel. The waves roll in and out, as the moon shines down onto to the water.
"You know that the beach at night is my favorite place to be in the whole world," he says calmly. His grabs a handful of sand and sifts it through his fingers. I try not to look at it him, but it’s one of the first times he tells me something about himself.
"That's nice, James," I say, trying to ignore him the best I can. I was looking for some time alone, not to be pestered by my step brother. His hand rests on my upper thigh, and he squeezes them gently. It tickles, and I jerk my leg out from his grip.
"Don't," I say flatly. He smiles and pulls his hand away.
"That was a lie."
"What was?" I ask obviously uninterested.
"The beach at night isn't my favorite place."
"What is then?"
"Being inside of you." I sit up and stare at him in the night. He cocks his head and grins like he just wrote an award-winning poem. "What?" he laughs, dipping forward and pressing himself against me on the towel. I don't fight his friendly embrace. I just let out a sigh and roll over. His body is like a weakness to me. I am addicted to it. Pinned against me on the sandy white beach, my skin on his skin, I have no control. I melt into him, pressing my ass against his cock through his shorts. I do it again, holding it there, slightly rubbing it back and forth as he spoons me.
"What are you doing?" he whispers into my ear.
"Nothing," I sigh. I take one of his hands and pull it around me, leading it up to my aching, swollen breasts. He squeezes it hard, and I encourage him by rocking my hips harder into his dick. After we fucked last, I haven't been able to get past him. He wraps around me more. His legs are like tentacles, and they hold me down. James' handsome mouth glides up to my ear where he kisses softly sending a soft buzz of arousal throughout my body. His breathing tickles my neck, and his hand continues to paw at my breasts. My nipples harden under the damp bathing suit where he pulls gently.
"You aren't going to get me revved up to walk away, are you?" he asks.
"Maybe," I purr back. I grind into him now with my backside. My ass tilts back and forth, against his tense dick. I feel it jump with each movement. His hand trails down and grabs my pussy, where his hot fingers begin to press. I let out a gasp at his touch. "You're just going to have to take a risk," I whisper back. He groans and pushes my bathing suit bottom aside, so his fingers touch my clit. He starts to rub softly. I close my eyes and bite my lip. The buzz has started to transform into something far more sensual and powerful.
"You know that once you get me started, there is no stopping, right?" he breathes heavy into my ear. Wetness leaks out of the lips between my legs and onto his fingers. He runs them up and down, just above my hole, slithering around. He is teasing me and its working. I arch my back and open my legs slightly, but he doesn't take the bait. He continues to torment my aching pussy. His fingers gently rubbing right outside where they are wanted most.
"Promise you'll let me fuck you," he growls. I bite my lip. I hadn't decided whether or not I was going to keep going or just to lead him on and to make him suffer some more. "Promise," He breathes into my ear. His fingers rub faster. They trail all along my sensitive area. In one single thrust, he slams them into me. I buck forward and cry out. It feels so good. He presses against my G-spot and pleasure seeps out. But as quick as he enters, his hand pulls itself out, leaving me desperately hungry. "I'll give you one more time," he says through his teeth. My ass continues to bounce against his hard-on. "I will not let you do this to me again."
"I thought that once you got started, you couldn't stop," I say back to him. I push onto his boner. "Seems like to me you did get started." He laughs. His fingers trace a slow, small circle on my clit.
"Oh, I can take care of that myself no problem. It's you I am worried about."
His fingers rip into me again fast; they pump in and out. My legs shake and quiver. His thumb stays on my clit, while they others penetrate me in all the right ways. I moan and gasp. My dripping pussy can hardly handle it. He holds me against him with his other arm, squeezing my breasts and keeping me against his chest. I am about to cum. My back tenses and every part of me seizes up, as the pleasure is about to set me over the edge, but James' stops. His fingers come out of me.
"No!" I shout, trying to reach for his hand.
"Promise," he says. My chest is rising and falling, and my body feels like screaming.
"Okay...okay."
He reaches down and continues to finger fuck me. My body is overwhelmed with the sudden and intense return of erotic sensation. I buck forward, my body shaking as I orgasm. Oh, it feels so good. James keeps up the pace, moving his fingers back and forth, making my body clench up into another sudden orgasm.
"Oh - fuck," I grit my teeth, as my body is rocked again. James pulls his hand away, and I hear him unzip his pants. I freeze and stop.
"What are you doing?" I ask, breathily.
"I'm going to fuck you."
I smile. I could be the devil.
"Said who?" I ask.
"You."
"No, I didn't."
"You promised."
"I didn't promise. I said okay." I smirk and stare at him. His eyes are wide.
"What the fuck, Samantha?" I tilt my head back and lay on the towel. It turns me on so much to tease him like this. He can barely handle it. "What is wrong with you? I have no idea how to handle this," He says looking down at his swollen cock.
"You said you could take care of it just fine," I mumble. He glares at me in the darkness of night.
"You are a very bad girl. I should tell mom and dad," he says half-jokingly. I roll my eyes.
"Come on, James. Don't act so bent out of shape. I'm just using you. I thought that's what we were doing."
"What?" he asks me leaning down.
I let out a long sigh.
"Well, I thought I would just treat you the way you treat me and other women."
"Come on, Samantha. That is not what is going on here."
I sit up, so I am eye level with him on the blanket. My gaze burns into his.
"Then what is going on here?"
He pauses and watches me for a long while.
"I like you, a lot," he says softly.
"Is that how you felt in college?" I spit back.
"Look, that was a long time."
"But yet you are still kind of a dick."
"Sam - look. That night I met you at the bar near campus, it was like lightning struck me."
I let out a low laugh.
"Are you just straight fucking with me?" I ask him.
"No - I'm serious. Don't tell me you didn't feel it as well."
I try to think back half a decade ago to that night and how I felt when I saw him there like my knight in shining armor rescuing me from a bad night out. I did like him, right away. I trusted him, which was my mistake. I should never have given so much respect to some random college boy, but I learned my lesson. And here we are.
"I am not messing with you. I felt this connection with you, and I just had to have you. Nothing else mattered that night. I thought I had one shot and I was not going to let it slip away. Seriously, Samantha, I know what I did was wrong, but I don't regret it, but I wouldn't trade meeting you for anything."
I observe him; he seems earnest, but I still don't know where I stand with him.
"Trust is so hard to earn back," I say to him. "Even if we were just young and I didn't know anything better."
"Look - okay, I wore your necklace every day after that night."
"Why?" I chuckle. I forgot how weird that was.
"Because I just didn't want to ever forget that night or the girl I met that night. I wanted to remind myself that there is someone out there that I really clicked with and liked a lot. Even if I might never see her again, it kind of gave me some weird kind of hope."
"James, if you had some weird epiphany about me and wanted to be with me, why didn't you just tell me about your girlfriend? That was so embarrassing when she ran into the room. I didn't want to hook up with anyone ever again. I was mortified."
He sighs and rests his head on his knees.
"I just - I don't know. That would have been the smart thing to do, but we were younger, and I wasn't thinking about the whole picture."
We sit silently for a while longer. I try to process what he said. I still feel so confused. I look over at him, and he stares at me, hoping for some sort of answer. But it is all just too much for me. I stand up abruptly.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"Away."
"Why?"
I fold my arms and shrug avoiding eye contact.
"I don't know James. It's already so messed up that we are step siblings and then on top of that it's like we have some weird history and none of it really adds up. It’s just so messy. I don't have a clue whether or not I can trust. The only thing I am really certain about it that having sex with you is fucking amazing, but I don't think that justifies everything." He takes a deep breath.
"I don't know what to say, Samantha."
"You don't have to say anything." I start to walk away and return back to my room where he won't be able to bother me and I can just think to myself.
"Sam! Don't walk away. We can figure this out!" he shouts from the beach behind me. But I keep going. Tomorrow we will fly back home, and I can just move on and forget that anything weird like this happened. Maybe I will have to put up with him at Christmas or something, but I could deal with once a year. I've gone this long without him in my life. There is no reason why I should continue a relationship with my step brother. The resort is pretty empty this late since everyone else is sleeping now. I think about going to my parent's room to talk to my mom, but that plan doesn't make much sense. So, I decide on getting drunk and then going right to bed.