If only he would touch me down there, where his throbbing cock was pressing into my damp shorts, against my own pulsing sex. I wanted him so bad I wanted to scream. I spread my legs wide and rocked my hips, taking my pleasure.
Nate’s breath was washing out of him in ragged heaves. Our passionate mouths found each other again. Every undulation of his lips against mine sent a groaning tingle spiraling down my body. Then his fingertips started to brush the inside of my thigh lightly, moving with agonizing slowness, up into the heat of my pussy.
He moved aside the crotch of my shorts and sensually found the very edge of one of my outer petals. His fingers ran between my slick folds, teasing unspeakable pleasure out of me. I moaned and bucked under him, wanting to feel his fingers inside me. They sank into me a fraction of an inch, into my throbbing, aching wetness as I whined impatiently, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in.
“Sis,” Nate breathed, “you’re so horny.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I exhaled. Nate didn’t say another word. He pulled my shorts and panties down. I spread my legs wide, my entire body throbbing with feverish blood, craving for him to take me right then and there.
“Jesus, we shouldn't be doing this,” he said, watching me rock on the bed, my hands cupped around my breasts and my legs wide open for him.
“I want you,” I whined. It was true. I thought my first time would be uncomfortable and awkward, but now, gripped by the moment and the ardor pulsing through my body all I wanted was for my bad older step brother to grab my ankles and fuck me hard.
His fingers ran over my slick folds again, finding the hard, swollen pebble of my clit.
“Quit teasing me,” I cried, my head rolling to the side in exquisite agony as my brother’s fingers worked my throbbing pearl in slow circles, only making me want him inside me even more.
I could hear his pants as he watched me writhe in front of him, begging to be fucked raw. I knew he was enjoying the sight of my body squirm in front of him, and that made me even hornier. It had been building inside me for so long, and now that he was finally touching me the sensations were totally overwhelming.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I begged wildly. An animal groan left his throat. Two fingers plunged into my pussy as his thumb continued to tease my clit. I wailed as his fingers pushed against my tight walls. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him. His fingertips raked against my sensitive spot, pushing into me hard with each delicious plunge. I closed my eyes and let him fuck me with his fingers. Then I felt his lips close around my clit, and Nate began to suck hard.
I was a wet, heaving mess.
“Fuck me now...” I managed to whine between breaths. His fingers plunged into me again, forcing all the air out of my lungs in a violent moan.
“Fuck me...”
Nate’s hands pushed against the soft inside of my thighs, forcing my legs back. Then I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my petals, pushing against my gate. Then he thrusted forward, forcing his cock through me.
“Sis...” he breathed “you’re-”
“I know,” I moaned. “I don't care.”
“Sis...” he moaned, his voice a strangled gasp. He plunged desperately into my throbbing tightness.
He paused, his cock lodged deep inside me. It felt like my entire body was sizzling with intensity, my pulse beating franticly.
“You’re so big," I gasped. He slowly rocked his hips, fucking me for the very first time. I wrapped my legs around him and let him take me.
“Do you like that?” Nate asked frenetically, he was going wild with lust himself. He pulled out halfway and gave me a deep, hot stab, riding me in a searing wave of pleasure.
“Yeah, yeah,” I whispered. He started to fuck me harder, stab after blistering stab as I greedily took his cock.
“Shit,” Nate groaned. He was pushed all the way into me again. His chest was heaving. “You’re so tight.”
“Am I going to make you cum?” I breathed. Talking dirty to him felt so natural. Everything tonight had felt so right even if it was so terribly, terribly wrong. Now I just wanted him to keep fucking me, taking me higher and higher.
“Not yet. You want me to cum inside you?”
“Uh huh,” I said, a wave of lust surging through me as soon as the words left his lips. “Cum inside your sister’s little pussy.”
He reached behind my back to grab my shoulders as he started to fuck me again with a steady rhythm.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. I moaned in response. I was so close, too.
He gave me a few more strokes as my body throbbed, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then he collapsed over me. I moaned as my own orgasm shook my body, wrenching me to my core as I felt his hot cum pouring into me.
“Oh God,” I whispered, my hands feeling his back, finding his neck and the tangle of his hair. Nate was in the process of trying to catch his breath, too.
With a final exhalation he rolled off me. I pressed into his hard body, wanting to feel him. His big, muscular arm closed over me.
We laid there for a few minutes, then he said, "Come with me to New Hampshire. It would be perfect to have you with me.”
“Okay,” I sighed happily. It sounded wonderful. “Why didn’t you ask me before?” I ran a finger down the cleft between his two hard pecs.
“I don’t know. I wanted to, especially after mom and dad said you couldn’t go to Hawaii.”
“You’re always so cocky,” I said, still exploring his body.
“I know.”
I giggled.
“Until I caught you with my underwear.”
He gave my ass a little squeeze.
“I know, sis.”
Nate kissed my forehead, rolled out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. He hadn’t seemed at all weirded out by cumming inside me. I imagined us settling down one day, having kids. It would be perfect. I loved Nate, it would be stupid to deny it. I rolled in the tangled sheets, breathing in his smell. Then I rolled out of bed and walked into the hallway, feeling sore and wonderful from everything that had happened that day.
I walked naked into the kitchen just as the oven-timer for the pizza went ding. I smiled as I secretly hoped Nate planted something in my own "oven" that evening.
Step-Brother Heat
"Sasha, you'll love skiing," her mom said over the phone. By the way her mother was talking, Sasha could tell that her new husband, Dan, whom Sasha hadn't yet met, was in the room with her. "Don't be a grump. You'll have a great time."
"I just don't see why I have to drive all the way to Colorado. I don't even know how to ski."
"Because that's what we're doing this year. As a family. And Dan and I are paying for everything, so you have nothing to complain about."
As a family. Sasha hated that phrase. Her mom had had so many boyfriends over the years when she was growing up. And if one stuck around longer than a year or so, she started throwing around the word family. Oh well, she didn't have a Valentine's Day date anyway, so it wasn't like the next couple of weeks would really matter in the big scheme of things. She had nothing else going on, all of her classes were online this semester, and who knows, maybe she might meet a cute guy on the slopes. There was still time to land a Valentine. And the change of scenery might be good for her.
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After a several hour drive Sasha finally arrived at a sleepy Colorado ski village. She located Dan's house and stopped her car in front of the gate and peered up at the massive edifice. She had heard Dan was rich, but damn--she couldn't fathom the amount of money it took to live here, in this valley high up in the mountains, with other multi-million dollar mansions all perched on the hillside. She punched in the security code, watched the gate roll aside, and then drove up the winding brick driveway to the house.