Should I? Should I suck the tip? It was red and swollen, dripping precum. What would it be like? I didn’t have a clue how to give a blowjob, and the idea made me nervous.
“Let me use your breasts,” Luca groaned. His whole body seemed to be pulsing with lust, his thick muscles clenching and unclenching. I took off my shirt. Luca took my breasts and squeezed them around his cock.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed. They were barely big enough, but one look at his face was enough to tell me that fucking my tits was stoking his lust in a way I couldn’t imagine.
“I like fucking your little tits,” Luca said, his voice strangled with pleasure. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and let Luca thrust between them. This was so nasty, I thought. And so hot. I sucked his fingers as he violated my chest. Luca groaned with agony, then guided one of my hands to his cock again. I stroked him until his body spasmed, and I watched as his hot cum spurted over my chest.
“Oh my God,” I squeaked. There was so much of it. Luca collapsed on the bed beside me.
“Oh God,” Luca moaned. "Yeah, that felt good."
“You’re dirty,” I reprimanded. But secretly, I was hot and throbbing, wanting to feel his fingers inside me again. “Wipe me off.”
“Yes, little sister,” he said lightly. He wiped his cum off my flushed chest with his shirt and threw it in the hamper.
“Don’t call me sister,” I scolded. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down to my pussy, where I wanted to feel him again.
I closed my eyes and lost myself to the sensations of Luca’s fingers moving inside me.
“You’ve never been touched like this, have you?”
“No,” I panted.
“I can feel it.” His fingers barely fit through my opening. “You’re so tight.”
Luca’s fingers brought me higher and higher, and then I came again. I could feel his hungry eyes on my body as it spasmed.
“Goddamn,” he breathed. “You cum so easy.”
“I know,” I whined, catching my breath. “I make myself cum all the time.”
“Yeah?” Luca questioned, his voice thick with desire again. “How you do it?”
“I dunno,” I giggled, “I just use my fingers like you did.”
“Show me how you do it. I want to watch you.”
“Okay,” I whispered, sliding off my jeans and panties all the way. My heart was pounding. I put a pillow behind my head and spread my legs for Luca, exposing my bare sex to him. This was almost too much. Almost.
My fingers touched my throbbing sex, lightly at first, stroking myself between the folds of my petals. I spread my lips for him, showing him the wet pleasure he couldn’t have. I heard him groan with lust, and it sent a shiver through my body. I was taking this way too far. If I kept teasing him like this he might just fuck me right now, whether I wanted to or not.
But I was teasing myself, too, avoiding my throbbing, aching clit. My fingers danced around it, massaging more and more pleasure from my swollen sex. I finally touched it lightly, and it made my whole body spasm.
I started to rub myself there, each swirl of my fingers sending a wave after wave of unbearable pleasure corkscrewing through my body. I knew I was whimpering like an animal.
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, fucking myself good with my ass in the air, until I was close to cumming again. With a final twitch of my fingers I sent myself over the edge. I collapsed into the bed as the orgasm wrenched my body, screaming my agony into the pillow.
I rolled over and looked at Luca’s face. His cock was hard and throbbing again. I squealed as he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed.
“Luca?” Victoria called from downstairs. “Amelia?”
“Shit,” Luca hissed.
I rolled off the bed and pulled on my clothes. He grabbed me and we kissed, forcefully.
“Luca?” Victoria called again.
“We can’t do this again,” I whispered.
“Okay,” Luca said. “It’s our secret.”
We kissed again and I smoothed out his hair, then we headed downstairs.
****
The next day was sunny and bright, almost too warm for a winter day in Aspen. We had the morning to ski, and then we had Robert's aunt’s birthday party to attend later that afternoon. It was going to be a big event, with a fancy dinner at Robert's slope side mansion and lots of people I wouldn't know.
I sat awkwardly next to Luca on the lift, silent tension filling the space between us. He put an arm around me, and I let myself nestle against his body for a minute before I shrugged it off. One of his gloved hands moved up my thigh. I squirmed. I gave him just enough space so he could slide it between my legs and touch me.
“We can’t fool around anymore,” I finally said, pushing him away and berating myself internally. Having him touch me in public felt so dangerous and naughty, I just couldn't allow it. Besides, the end of the lift was near and a couple of minutes later we would be off, making adjustments to our equipment before our run down.
“Why can’t we?” Luca asked, his hand gently touching my waist near the small of my back, the way he always did.
“Because we’re supposed to be brother and sister.” I skated off before he had a chance to reply.
Our day unfolded like the first time we skied together: Luca followed me down the most dangerous runs with cool composure, and I tried my best to resist his advances. By the time we were finished for the day he finally seemed resigned to not having me.
“Okay,” he said as we approached the chalet, our day of skiing over. “Just brother and sister.”
“Good. Then it's settled.” I propped my skis against the railing and walked up the stairs to enter the chalet.
Chapter 5
The birthday party was a dressy occasion, and I knew I had to look the part. I opened my closet with some trepidation. I took out the nicest dress I owned and held it against my body. It was another piece of clothing Victoria insisted I had to have along with the scandalous red bikini. I threw it down on the bed and got to work on my hair, using the curling iron that she had bought me during the same shopping trip to turn my straight, blonde hair into a cascade of bouncy locks. I put on a little makeup, not really sure how to apply it--I wasn't, after all, in the habit of wearing makeup. I carefully applied lip gloss and looked at myself shyly, hardly recognizing the bombshell now standing in the mirror. I put on the dress and a pair of low heels. I twirled in front of the mirror and grinned, admiring myself.
I walked down to the foyer and slipped off my heels and slid my feet into snow boots to make the trek out to Robert's Land Rover. I ambled out the door and down the driveway with sandals in hand. Luca was already leaning against the truck admiring the view--he looked positively dashing. Gone was the scruffy-looking kid I had met at the airport, and in his place was an impeccably dressed gentleman.
“Hey,” I said awkwardly as I advanced towards him.
“Hey, Amelia.” He smiled. We stood there taking each other in. I tried to think of what to say.
“You look beautiful,” he said, beating me to the punch.
“Thanks.”
We heard the front door swing open, and Robert and Victoria walked out, chatting excitedly about something. I got in the back of the car with Luca.
There was so much tension between us. I could feel the heat radiating from my body, especially between my legs. I shifted nervously in my flimsy cotton dress. He kept looking over at me, and his glances sent cold waves down my body every time.
“Sorry about your phone,” I finally said.
“It’s okay,” he finally said.
“What happened to your phone, Luca? You didn’t answer me when I called you yesterday.”