My back arched in pleasure as Jaret’s fingers slowly moved up my back, taking my shirt with it, while his mouth pressed against mine, as if he needed me more than anything. We walked, me backwards and him forwards, down the hallway as my clothes were slowly being stripped from my body.
I knew this was wrong. Oh God, it was so wrong.
So why did it feel so right?
I don’t know how it happened. I was going to go home. And yet, now I was here in his bedroom, making out with him while he took off my clothes.
His fingers reached behind me and he unclasped my bra at the same time as he moved his mouth down from my own to my chin, then lower, until he found my breasts.
“Oh God,” I moaned breathlessly as his tongue made slow circles around the outside, slowly, tantalizingly coming closer and closer to my nipples.
Jaret pressed me against the frame of the door. The cool wood against my back was somehow even more erotic than I could have possibly imagined.
But as soon as his tongue reached my nipple, I stopped thinking about anything else. My hands grabbed his hair, clutching it as pleasure radiated through my upper body. I could feel every nerve of my body buzzing with pleasure, especially the closer he got to my sex.
“Oh my God. We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered breathlessly. I knew it was wrong. I knew we were stepbrother and stepsister. And what was worse is that only made it feel hotter.
“I can stop if you’d like,” Jaret replied as he bit down lightly on my nipple. The pain combined with the pleasure made an involuntary moan slip out of my lips, and my answer left me before I even had a chance to think about it.
“No, oh God, no!” I replied, and he grinned. The bastard knew from the start what I was going to say.
“Good, kitten” he replied as he hoisted me up onto his hips. I grabbed his shoulders for balance and Jaret carried me over to the bed. He dropped me onto it and I sunk deep into the mattress, like lying on a cloud, my legs still hanging over the edge of the bed.
Jaret spread my legs and stood in between them, looking down at my exposed breasts, my nipples hard as diamonds. The cool air of the room only served as a greater reminder of my nakedness, and I blushed as Jaret looked at me topless.
Then, he leaned down and with the swift motion of someone who’s done it a thousand times before, slipped off my pants and panties, leaving me completely naked on his bed.
I looked up as Jaret took off his shirt.
Damn, he was sexy.
His chiselled abs bulged out from his body, his chest hair lightly covering the tattoos that adorned him. Those were new, he didn’t have those last time. Boy did they ever look good. They gave him even more of that bad boy look, and I knew even more strongly that this was wrong.
I was the good girl.
I had to be the one to draw the line, I had to be the one to say “no, we can’t do this, we’re stepsiblings.”
But every time I opened my mouth to try, nothing came out.
I was expecting Jaret to climb up on top of me, expecting him to fuck me like he had the night I lost my virginity to him.
Instead, he knelt down in between my legs.
I gasped and closed them slightly, instinctively, when I felt his hot breath against my nether regions. He couldn’t be doing this. Not with his mouth!
“Relax, kitten,” Jaret told me, prying my legs back open. I looked down and saw him grinning at me from between my legs. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been eaten out before.”
I could only shake my head no. Partly out of embarrassment, partly because I didn’t trust my voice.
“No kidding. Wow, you’ve never really had a good boyfriend before. Well, lay back and let me show you how it’s done.”
I did as Jaret asked and tried to relax. It was so hard to, knowing that his face was there, in between my legs, doing things that I’d never felt before.
As soon as his tongue found the folds of my sex, I gasped. He quickly moved to my clit, flicking the little pink nub, and my toes began to curl.
I had never felt anything like this before. Oh my God! It was insane. It was like all the pleasure I’d ever felt during sex, multiplied a thousand times, concentrated on that one tiny little part of me.
My back arched and I clutched at the blankets. I couldn’t help myself.
“Oh man, I better slow down if you’re going to come this early,” Jaret teased me.
“No, don’t… stop,” I begged, wanting more.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging,” he told me, as he moved his tongue down towards my slit, and shoved it deep inside of me.
It was so wet, and slippery, and weird, but also nice. Jaret slipped his tongue in and out of me, lapping up my juices as I writhed underneath him. This felt so different, it felt so good, it had been so long since I’d felt anything like this, I just wanted it to never end.
Never, ever end.
After a couple of minutes Jaret went back to my clit. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue, I just couldn’t handle it anymore.
“I’m going… I’m going to…” I cried out, but I couldn’t finish the sentence.
The orgasm ripped through my body, like a hurricane. Every muscle in my body tensed, my eyes closed as I focused on the pleasure coursing through every single inch of my body, trying to hang on to that feeling, that feeling of the best orgasm I’d ever had.
“Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk,” I cried out, like a valve releasing the pressure that had grown too strong to handle inside of me.
My legs shook as the orgasm passed. I could feel my feet still dangling off the floor, on the edge of the bed. Jaret came up from between my legs and grinned.
“See what you were missing?” he told me as he undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles, revealing his long, hard shaft.
He moved back in between my legs, this time his thick cock pressing against my sex.
I let out a low moan as Jaret coated his shaft in the juices leaking from my pussy. It was so strange, I’d just had an orgasm, and yet I felt ready to go again straight away, like nothing had happened. There was nothing I wanted more than to have Jaret stick his cock deep inside of me and pound me like there was no tomorrow.
After a minute, I got my wish.
He slipped inside of me, carefully, starting off slowly, but then quickly upped the tempo.
“I missed fucking you, kitten,” Jaret groaned as he thrust his shaft in and out of me. I was so high on the sensations running through me that I couldn’t even be mad about the dumb nickname.
“I missed this too, oh God,” I replied, closing my eyes as the pressure built up inside of me once more. Was it even possible for one body to feel this good?
“I’m going to fuck you even harder,” Jaret growled at me, and as he picked up the pace, I threw my head back. I could feel his balls slapping against me with every thrust, every thrust that penetrated so deep inside of me I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could handle.
Very quickly my body was brought back to the peak.
“I’m going to come again!” I exclaimed just before Jaret’s last few thrusts took me right over the edge.
For the second time in less than twenty minutes my body exploded with pleasure.
The orgasm rocked me so hard, I thought I was going to pass out. I could feel my walls pulsating over Jaret’s shaft as he lay still, letting my orgasm pass before he began to thrust in and out of me again.
“I’m going to come inside you, kitten” he whispered in my ear just before his cock exploded, his seed shooting deep inside of me. When he was finished, Jaret stayed inside of me for a few minutes, standing on top of me like that while I lay on the bed, before finally pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to me.
Oh God, what had I just done?
Again.