I was lying in bed, my mind focused on Travis as I imagined what would have happened if I’d let him kiss me on the beach. I regretted it now—I had regretted it the moment I said no. I had to forcefully remind myself of Casey and the way she would feel about me kissing her brother. No matter how hard I tried, though, I couldn’t help but to think about kissing and then going further with Travis. My pussy had never been so wet, swollen, and sensitive as it had been when he was just standing close to me. I had almost been breathless with my desire for him. I still was.

I rolled over in bed, trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t ease the ache between my legs no matter how hard I tried. I stroked myself but to no avail; I needed Travis’ hands on me instead. I got up then, my body almost moving automatically as I slipped out of my bedroom and down the hall to Travis’. I didn’t knock on the door, instead quietly tip-toed into the room, locking it behind me. Travis was in his bed, awake in the dark. His eyes met mine immediately, and his lips parted to speak.

“Jenna,” he said, his expression growing surprised as I reached down to my thighs and pulled off the thin nightgown I was wearing, baring myself to him. I wasn’t wearing any panties and I felt like he could see how wet I was even in the dark, something that made me blush despite my boldness. He pulled back the covers to show that he was naked, gesturing for me to climb on top of him. Instead, I stood beside his bed, leaning over to take his lips in a soft kiss.

“Do you think of me as your sister, Travis?” I asked him, beyond control of my words. He shook his head, looking at my lips before he lifted his face to kiss me back.

“How do you think of me then?”

“Obsessively,” he said. “I think about how you would taste—not just your mouth, but your pussy and your skin. I think about what it would be like to watch your face while you’re wrapped around my cock.”

I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth. His words put a fervor in me that I had never felt before, but I was waiting, keeping myself on edge, not quite ready to take the last step of climbing into bed with him.

“What else?” I asked him, my lips against his.

“I think about how sweet you are in other ways,” he said in a voice that was low, almost a whisper. “Such a good, sweet girl.”

I climbed on top of him then, straddling his hips so that my pussy was pressed against the length of his cock. When I grinded my hips forward, I could feel the head of rubbing my clit. I started to move back and forth on him slowly, only teasing both of us. Something was making me hesitate, though my desire was overwhelming. Underneath me, Travis’ hands were on my hips, tracing the curve of my waist before cupping my breasts in his hands. He teased the nipples with his fingertips, which grew even harder under his touch.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and take my cock, Jenna? You gonna let me find out how sweet you are?”

I kissed him and nodded again, wanting nothing more than that. When he talked like that, my body felt like it had no choice but to give in.

He reached over into his side table and pulled out a small foil package, ripping it open. I lifted my hips up so that he could roll it down over his cock, then aimed himself inside of me and put his hands on my hips to lower me down, moving me slowly, filling me up with a deliberate stroke that took my breath away. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate him, felt him hitting the back of my walls as deep as he could go. My body started rocking against his before I even planned my movements, finding a rhythm that made my toes curl and riding it again and again. Below me he kissed my neck, sinking his teeth into it as he started to lift his hips to meet with mine. Each stroke of his hips from below sent a wave of pleasure crashing into my body.

“God, you are so fucking perfect,” he breathed, speaking into my ear as his hands found my ass and started to bounce my hips against him. I moaned in response and sat up so that I could look down at his face. I wanted to see him as I obeyed the command he was giving with his hands, to bounce against him, each thrust so deep it left me, once again, breathless.

He sat up then, pressing our chest together so that we were sitting up and face-to-face. He kissed me deeply, riding up against me, our bodies moving naturally together as if they were supposed to be that way.

“Travis,” I moaned as I rocked against him. “You are so good.”

He grinned, nipping on my lip before lowering his face to kiss the tops of my breasts. I arched back to give him access to my nipples, and he wrapped his lips around one of them and sucked on it gently. Too gently. His tongue teased instead of pleasured, and I desperately needed more from him. I ran my hands through his hair and sped my hips up, hoping that he would get the message that I could take things a little harder than he was giving them to me. He responded by teasing the other nipple instead, making me whimper with need.

“Goddammit,” I moaned. “I hate being teased.”

“And yet you’re about to come all over me,” he said, and I knew it was true. I was bucking forward against him, out of control of my hips. He tightened his lips around my nipple then and truly sucked on it, circling it with his tongue. He did the same to the other breast as he lifted his hips against mine. He lifted his face again to look at me, tracing my lips with his fingers before kissing me. The taste of his tongue combined with his hip movements, the feeling of his hands making me move faster, was enough to send me over the edge. I started to come hard, crying out before Travis put his hand over my mouth to stifle the rest of my moan.

He continued to fuck me then, only his movements were erratic, responding to each motion of my own body with a rhythm that matched it perfectly. When he came, it was with a groan against my lips.

He lifted me off of him then, flipping over onto his stomach and wrapping his arms around my thighs to pull my pussy close to his face. I watched as he lapped very delicately at my sensitive clit, bathing it gently with his tongue, using only enough pressure to build my body back up from a relaxed pleasure to an urgent desire once again. I spread my thighs wider for him and he gave a soft growl as he buried his face between my legs, dipping his tongue into my pussy to gather the moisture there, spreading it all around my folds. His thumbs held my lower lips apart, exposing me completely, and he licked my slit from bottom to top in slow strokes of his tongue. He avoided my clit for what felt like a long time, teasing me again in a way that made me almost furious.

“Travis,” I said, gritting my teeth, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced being completely on edge for so long. My pussy was gushing wet, my clit throbbing each time his tongue came close or didn’t touch. “Stop it.”

He grinned against my pussy, tracing my clit in circles. The contact immediately made my body tense up to come but I needed more than that. It was then that I felt his fingertip tease my opening. He slipped half of one finger inside me, then pressed it all the way in. He started to curl it upward to hit that spot within me that drove me wild. He had his mouth on my pussy, sucking my clit now, his tongue stroking it in a rhythm that was making me grind my hips against his face. He slipped another finger inside me and started to pump them in and out while he tasted my clit.

My orgasm hit me again, something within me shattering as I came in his mouth. He tasted me through it, teasing my clit almost past the point I thought I could take it. He pulled his mouth away then, nuzzling my thigh with his face. He lifted his head to kiss me, slipping his tongue into my mouth to tease my own.