Chapter 11
James
Fuck me. Fuck me! I stand abruptly and run off the beach. I had one goal this whole trip, and that was to win the heart of the only girl I have really fallen for, and yet here I am fucking it all up. I cannot believe it. She is literally just walking away from me. But I won't let her get any farther. I run fast, chasing after her. I bump into only a few people, mainly the workers. But my legs are peddling as quick as they go. I catch a glimpse of her ahead of me. She slides into the elevator. Fuck!
I turn a sharp left, nearly knocking over a cleaning lady.
"Sorry!" I shout as I swing open the stairwell door. I bound up the steps, nearly falling on my face. I did tell her early tonight that if we started, there was no stopping me. She left me on the beach after I poured my heart out with nothing to say, and she left me with a serious boner. I should be used to it all, but I am not. My legs drum up the stairs. Goddammit for staying on the eighth floor. I haven't been in the gym all week, and the only cardio I have done is from fucking Samantha, which I would much rather prefer than an eight-mile run. But the tall flight of stairs doesn't stand a chance at trying to slow me down. I arrive on the top floor and bound through the doors, almost falling straight on my face and eating shit. I see her there. Her hand is on the key, and the door is opening. I push my legs and lunge in the last sitch effort to catch her. To my relief, my hand hits the heavy wooden door hard. It stops from shutting completely.
"James what the hell are you are doing?" she asks, looking down at me. I am laying on the floor looking up at her slightly embarrassed by my behavior. I stand up.
"Don't you dare lock me out tonight," I say, pointing my finger at her chest. She raises her eyebrows and looks rather surprised. Honestly, I am surprised with myself.
"Okay," she sighs, slightly opening the door. "I will not lock you out."
"Thank you," I say, as I bend my hands on my knees, as I try to catch my breath. Jesus, I need to work out some more this is no good. I take a second to regain my posture. I reach a hand out and push the door open so that I can walk through into the room. Samantha stares at me.
"What do you want, James? What was the reason for the big chase through the resort?"
"Why did you walk away from me?" I ask, staring at her. She looks so beautiful. The sun has caused her skin to freckle lightly, and her cheeks are pink, as well as her ass cheeks. Her skin is starting to tan, and her eyes look striking. She takes a deep breath and sits at the end of the bed.
"Because, James I-"
"You what?" I ask her looking into her eyes. I walk over and rest on my knees in front of her. She folds her legs and looks out the window.
"I just don't understand what is happening here and I don't see how anything good can come from this." She looks up at me and then back at the ground. "You've already broken my trust multiple times, and I just don't know if I’m ready for it once more."
"Okay," I say standing slowly. "I think I know what we need to do."
"What?" she asks.
I don't answer her with words, but with a long slow kiss. I press my lips to hers, leaning in and pushing her back into the bed. I kiss her again slowly. Our lips are pressing on each other. She keeps hers sealed, but eventually, she opens her mouth, and her hands wrap around my back. I cannot get enough of her mouth. Never have we taken it slow with one another. It has always been about passion and intense fucking, but now we take our time. Our tongues are slipping in and out of our mouths tasting one another. Letting the kisses lead us to one another and to know our bodies. She caresses my back and neck. Her hands are gingerly gliding underneath my shirt along with my skin. My hands slowly rise underneath her swimsuit to her breasts, where I cup them gently in my hand, enjoying the feeling of her tits. I roll her nipples in between my fingers until they are erect and hard. My hands take their time tracing to around her neck and gently pulling on the string of her bikini. Her breasts fall out underneath my chest. She lifts the bottom of my shirt up slowly, revealing my upper body. It falls on top of her breasts and pushes against them. I let out a low breath through my nose taking in every inch of her skin underneath mine. She hums softly as my mouth returns to her. My cock has begun to harden, eager to find the release that it was hoping for with her. Her body flutters and tenses as I move down her cheek, nibbling her ear. I want to kiss every inch of her body, show her how much I care about her. She is no casual fuck. She is the woman I am falling in love with. My lips trace down her neck, licking lightly. Her grip on my back tightens and then releases, she is not going to stop me. I find her tits inside of my mouth. I suck on them, taste them, feel them. She groans as my face buries itself in her breasts. And then I continue down my trail on her body. My fingers gentle grip her bathing suit bottoms and tug, removing them from her body. She lifts her back slightly to help me. They fall around her ankles, and there is her beautiful pussy, waiting for me, shining, slick and wet. My fingers glide over it. I cannot help but sneak a light touch. She is already soaking wet. My cock jerks up, swollen with blood. My tongue traces along the bare skin right above her clit, down to her inner thighs. I am saving my main course for a moment. I nibble slightly on her juicy thighs.
"That tickles, James," she whispers. I switch to kissing the tender spot. She places her hands through my hair, trying to push my mouth onto her clit, but I hover over it, just letting my hot breath fall over that sweet place. She lifts her hips in response, bringing my mouth onto her slit, but I wait. I want to savor this. My hands press her hips back down onto the bed, and then open her legs wide. She moans in frustration, but then finally my tongue dabs onto the point of nerves. It glides over her clit, and she lets out that sensual whimper I am drawn to so much. I rock my hips and rub my groin against the couch as though my dick has a severe itch. Fuck. She tastes so good.
"Mm, that feels amazing, James," she says hoarsely. She starts to move back and forth on my face. She wants more, and I give in to her needs with faster licks. Our eyes lock onto each other as we read one another. She bites her lips. She is squeezing her left breast and pinching her right nipple. My tongue dips down and up running the length of her clit. She starts to squirm and buck, but I keep a grip on her hips. Her body tries to find every way to keep my mouth on it. It follows my tongue, and I can feel it shudder as it returns to her clit. Her stomach tightens and her back arches. Her squirming begins to become less, as the orgasm is burning and will erupt soon, but I want her to wait. I lean back and return on top of her. My mouth finds hers again, and we kiss passionately. She can taste herself on my lips, and she continues to suck on my mouth with hers. Samantha pulls me hard. Her hands hold my head down so her mouth can ravish mine. I can feel the precum leaking out of my cock and into my boxers. I wiggle out of my shorts and my erection springs free. I press it lightly against her wet chamber, as we continue to kiss.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" I ask her. She smiles and looks into my eyes.
"Just like this, so I can see you," she whispers. Her hand reaches to gently touch my neck. I kiss her lips again, and then in one movement, my cock enters right into her. She moans loud, and my grip tightens on the sheets under her. I grit my teeth. I might lose it now. I was so worked up from earlier that my cock is basically a loaded gun, and Samantha is resting her finger on the trigger. I pull out afraid I will cum too soon that before she can protest my tongue replaces my cock inside of her slit and wiggles around, inching deeper into her. She pushes into my face as I tongue fuck her deep.
When I think I finally have enough stamina, I am on top of her. My hard erection returns inside of her. I clench my teeth and rock my hips. I go slow, taking in every second of my cock, dipping in and out of her. It emerges from the tight slit, slick and wet, fully engorged. Samantha moans tilting forward, underneath me. Her hips match mine, but then she moves them faster and faster. She is getting close.
"Harder," she says weakly. Fuck. I am not going to last long. I obey her and thrust hard into her. She cums and so do I at the same time, spilling my load out of my throbbing cock into her wet, contracting pussy. She keeps her arms locked onto me and holds me onto her as pleasure washes through her. The waves of ecstasy seem to transfer from me to her until they are over, and I slowly pull myself out of that tender place.
"You came?" she says with a smile looking up at me.
"Yeah...I was pretty jacked up since the beach. I'm actually surprised I managed a few thrusts in there."
She laughs, and my heart is overwhelmed. I pull her naked body into mine and hold her. She remains still.
"I can go again if you want," I whisper. My cock is already getting hard from just holding her.
"Yeah?" she asks.
She flips around.
"I think I know how I can help you too."
She slips down the bed until her head is level with my semi-hard cock, but as soon as her warm, hot lips squeeze around the tip of the shaft, I grow hard in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, fuck," I moan, as my step sister's lips work their magic along with my shaft. Her fingers travel up and massage my balls. Damn that feels good. I roll onto my back, and she travels with me, keeping her lips gripped tight. My hand pushes her hair back, and her eyes look into mine as she eats my dick. God, she is so hot.
"Uhh," I growl, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. Her tongue twirls around locking on to my now rock hard piece. Now, I will last a long time in bed. I reach down and gently touch her chin. As much as I am thoroughly enjoying this blowjob, I want to fuck her till she cums again. She looks up at me.
"What?" she asks.
"Sit on my dick," I say.
She smiles and pulls her pussy up over my cock and bounces down onto it. Her tits move with her, and I reach up and grab them, holding them. She rides my dick so well.
Samantha's head tilts back and her hair flies around her face. She looks so sexy. She lets out a cry of pleasure as I raise my hips, pushing myself into her directly deeper.
"Ah - ah, James..."
She bends forward then, so her tits are on my face. She jerks backward and slams her ass down, so my cock rips into her. I open my mouth and take her breast into my mouth sucking on their sweet flavor. As she humps me, her clit grinds against my pelvic bone. God, I am so aroused. I sit up then and kiss her. Our mouths move drunk with passion and our tongues slide over each other as if they are fucking just like us. I hold her bouncing body onto mine. My hand wraps around her ass to her sweet little asshole where it slips in. Her eyes go wide with the feeling of being full. I can feel my cock thrusting deep inside of through the small piece of flesh separating her special parts. The sensation of being inside of her like this gets me going some more. I let out a loud groan over her whimpers. Every time my cock enters her, she practically screams.
"Oh, fuck, James. Uh - uh -uh. It feels so good. Oh, God."
"Cum for me, baby," I grunt into her ear. Like clockwork, I feel her release with each orgasm. Her eyes flutter, and her breathing is deep and fast.
"Oh my god," she sighs. But I don't stop. I grab her and throw her around, setting her ass high in the air. I give it a light spank, and she turns to look back at me. My dick returns to its place, and it rocks in and out. Samantha seems to lose control. She falls forward into the pillow. The third orgasm tears into her with my cock. She becomes crazy tight. Jesus. I ram her until my penis can no longer handle her sweet pussy. I am overwhelmed with the intense release of sexual pressure. I groan as my hips purge her. After I cum, I fall backward on to the bed.
"Holy fuck," I sigh..."Holy fucking fuck."
"Are you okay?" she asks me from the other side of the bed. My step sister's pussy is officially wrecked, and so is my cock.
"I am way better than okay, Samantha. How are you?"
She sighs and covers her face with her hands.
"I feel amazing."
We look at one another the way we normally do after making love. Our eyes hold each other like nothing else in the world matters but each other, not our weird past or our new family relations. It is just her and me.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask her, pulling myself next to her.
"I'm thinking about how much I like having sex with you."
She turns and rests her hand on my bare chest, stroking the small amount of hair there.
"I like having sex with you!" I say jokingly.
"It's too bad it's fucked," she says back rather bleakly. It throws me off. I lean in to get a better view of her face.
"What do you mean?"
"I uh - we have to go back to the real world tomorrow."
"I'm not following you," I say scrunching up my eyebrows and staring her. She frowns and shakes her head sitting up. I follow my step sister as she goes into the bathroom and begins to freshen up.
"Don't walk away from me," I say.
"I'm not walking away."
I lean my hand on the doorframe and watch her in the bathroom mirror. Her perfect tits are swollen and her nipples red and tender. A few other red marks are present on her body, but they won’t be as many as on my back where she dragged her nails through. She turns and faces me.
"You are my step brother."
"I know that."
"This won't work."
I frown and fold my arms.
"Why does everything have to be so difficult for you? It's almost as though you don't want to have relations with me like you are looking for any possible excuse to get out," I say not aggressively, but I am getting fed up with her strange behavior now. "I just want you to make up your mind. That is all I want."
"I want that too," she says walking past me and then back to the bed.
"Can't you just trust me," I say as I follow her to the bed. She crawls into it.
"No...I can't just trust you, James. I thought I made that clear."
I let out a long sigh. It was a poor choice of words.
"What do I have to do to prove to you I want this?" I ask her seriously, sitting next to her. She looks so small to me suddenly, wrapped underneath the blankets like I need to hold her and keep her safe.
"You can't want this. You are my step brother. This won't work."
"You are telling yourself that, not me. I know this will work."
She chews on her cheek as she thinks silently to herself.
"Is that what you told Mallory?" She asks me, her eyes narrowing to mine.
"Okay, Samantha. Come on. That is not fair."
"No," she says fast and quick. "You are right. It isn't fair. It's not fair to me or this poor girl."
I push my hair out of my face. Now I am getting frustrated with her. I feel like ripping my hair out or jumping off the patio.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you that Mallory is not my girlfriend."
"I don't know if that's true!"
"Call Steve tomorrow!"
"Steve? Who the fuck is Steve?" she snaps. Now it's starting to get a lot more heated than before.
"He is my best friend...Never mind."
"Oh, come on, James. Really."
I shrug and walk to my door.
"Is this how it all ends?" I ask her.
She looks at me hopelessly, and then her eyes scan back to the floor. I don't have a good excuse to convince her that she should start seeing her step brother and enter some sort of forbidden relationship. The only good reason that I can really come up with is that the sex is super great. Otherwise, I have nothing. Samantha takes a breath and looks at me.
"I don't know, James. I don't see how this could work out."
I stand there half in the doorway, half in my room, watching her. I think this could be the last time I ever see her like this, laying in bed after we have just had sex. Her breasts are laying slightly over the bed sheet. Her face flushed and her long hair crazy over her shoulders, no make-up, tired, but relaxed, comfortable. I like how comfortable she is with me. We have always felt that from the moment we met in college all those years ago; there was some strange connection pulling us together. I take one last long look and freeze it in my mind, forcing myself to remember every detail. She stares at me as well. Her eyes are slightly sad. I don't know what to say to make her smile. I wish I could. I tried. I don't want to leave her and sleep by myself. Finally, after several minutes of standing in the doorway, Samantha breaks the silence.
"What are you doing?" she asks me.
"I don't want to sleep alone tonight," I say softly. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
"Are you going to sleep or are you going to try and fuck me."
"Depends," I say with a smile, "what do you want?"
I get a small laugh out of her, and her lips turn up into a smile. Her slender hand reaches over and gently pats the top of the mattress. I happily jump onto the bed. She bounces with the movement.
"But actually I am going to sleep," she says to me as I pull the covers down.
"Alright, alright," I sigh, snuggling up next to her. "I promise I won't seduce you."
She smiles, leans over, and turns off the dim lamp on the bedside table.
"I'm sorry this is all so weird," I whisper to her. I am not sure if she is still awake or not. But I don't want to fall asleep. I don't want to miss a minute of being together here with her in bed. This could be my last time.
"It's alright," she pats my arm. "We can just blame our parents."
"I guess in a way we are stuck together," I chuckle.
"Yeah...I suppose we are."