“Wow… I could tell you were tight but I didn’t realize just how tight.” His tone was gentle, and he waited for me to reply.
"I'm sure. My whole body is screaming for you... I want you.” There was no question. I wanted this. I wanted him, to be my first.
His dick slid down onto my pussy lips, and slowly he pressed himself forward, splitting me open. His big cock began to stretch the tight pink flesh. I reflexively pushed back, and my insides came to life. I felt as he slowly began to slide forward. My body screamed with pain. I tried to bite my tongue because I didn’t want him to stop, but I couldn't help it, I was whimpering with pain, he was just so big—too big.
“Take a deep breath," he suggested, his fingers rolling my nipples as he spoke.
In one swift thrust Jake's cock suddenly plowed deep into my belly. Fire erupted within me.
“Oh my god stop, please wait!” I screamed with pain, letting out a yelp, as I tried to pull away.
Jake's hands held my hips firmly and didn't let me escape the thick rod that was impaling me. Slowly the pain dissipated and as Jake felt my body relax he began pumping me slowly, deeply, eagerly. Before I knew it my body responding. The two of us were grasping at one another, our hips rhythmic as we struggled to become one.
A sudden realization stopped me in my tracks.
"Do you… Have protection? I'm not on the pill." I said, suddenly concerned.
"Don't worry Jane, I can pull out." His dick slid back inside of me. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed me and I couldn't fight. I didn't want him to stop. Besides, I knew a lot of girls who let their boyfriend do this. They weren’t pregnant so I guessed it was safe enough.
“Okay--If you pull out.” I agreed
My body was racked with pleasure as his dick pounded over and over deeply within me. The electricity racked my body, making its way to my nipples, my neck, the top of my head. I could feel my toes beginning to curl and my entire body wanted more. I love the way he manhandled me, he was lifting and twisting me into whatever position to please his thick cock.
I could feel him growing desperate, he needed to come, and so did I. Throwing me on to my stomach Jake grabbed my hands and placed them at the small of my back. He held them firmly behind me. His leg straddled my own and he directed his dick between my things, easily sliding down the wetness and to the spot where my body invited him. I liked the feeling of having my hands held back, he was in charge.
My hips waxed, pressing my ass higher into the air for him as he throttled me furiously from behind. I could feel the tip of his dick slamming against the sensitive front wall inside of me, the place he had found first with his fingers. I couldn't hold back, I was going to cum, he was going to make me cum!
"Harder!" I gasped as his rhythm increased.
There was no turning back now, my body had come too far, and he wasn’t stopping. I let out a moan each time louder than the last. My body began to shake, to tremble, and suddenly as his balls slapped between my legs my body gave way. I held my breath as my muscles spasmed over and over, his body cradling mine as he tensed. He moaned from behind me and his hips pressed forward deeper than before. His hands locked mine into place with more force than before. Here I come.
The two of us collapsed in utter exhaustion. His fingers traced my back as our bodies lay in silence. When my breathing slowed and I began to regain my strength, I rolled over and touched his chest.
“What if I get pregnant?" I asked timidly, afraid of what he might say, but not entirely regretting the pleasure of our decision.
"Well, if you do get pregnant, I guess it was meant to be." He said gently, reassuring me. “Besides I think you’d be been damn sexy. I love your curves…” His lips pressed onto my tummy and traced down my hips.
Sexy? I thought to myself. I was a curvy girl. Considering most guys I met wanted a beanpole, I wasn't used to hearing guys say that they found curves sexy. It felt good to be complimented, and even more-so because it was coming from a total fox. I was never one to sit around and feel bad about myself, but the reassurance was divine. Somewhere deep down something clicked--made me start to think about babies. His babies. Something about it was so hot.
I shook my head reflexively in shame. I couldn’t control the flame in my belly, but he would be my stepbrother in a matter of months. The thought made the place between my legs come to life again. I wanted him to take me hard for a second time, to cum again, to claim me. I felt his cock begin to press against me again as his lip bounced against my soft skin. If a curvy girl was what he wanted, that I was going to give it to him. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his face to my clit.
That night we fucked three more times, and not once did I let him pull out. No, I milked his cock for everything he had. I didn’t let him sleep until he was spent. The next few weeks flew by, and mom and dad were both thrilled because we were getting along so charmingly. We told them not to bother with setting up another bedroom, and they were none-the-wiser of what went on behind closed doors.
We thought we were clever when over a month had gone by and the secret was still only ours. But one night Jake rolled over and disappeared beneath the covers in between my thighs. It was the first time he had ever eaten my pussy this way, with his fingers massaging my the tight little hole that simultaneously made me feel excited and reluctant. Each time his tongue stroked my wet slit, and his lips sucked my fleshy mound, his finger pressed harder. I couldn’t keep quiet. I must have been moaning out, because I didn’t hear the door open. His tongue never stopped clicking, and my pussy flexed against his face. His finger was inside of me now and I felt myself begin to relax and somehow the added pressure in my ass amplified the sensations I felt.
If I had heard the sound, had just known to hold still for a moment, maybe the future would have been different. But I hadn't heard, and I had no idea that there in doorway my father's stood, overhearing the entire thing. It was only when I was finished, that the sound in the dark startled me.
"Ehem," my father’s throat cleared, from across the room.
I wanted to melt into the sheets, the bed, the floor. I suddenly felt all the guilt I should have felt when this whole thing began. My father didn't say word; he just stood there. Eventually turning to leave us both in the dark filth.
The next day my father came to us to have a talk. It was what I feared the most. He wanted it all to end.
“Not in my house,” he roared vehemently.
But what he didn't know was that it was too late. I had already missed my period. I hadn’t told anyone the good news, not even Jake. I lightly traced my fingertips along my stomach as my father spoke. I knew this wasn’t good for the baby, stress was the last thing it needed. I let him rant and rave without ever saying a word. Eventually the decision was made. Jake and I both had to return to school in just a few weeks; we were expected to go back early. I knew things wouldn’t go how he wanted. I wasn’t going to part with the love of my life.
That night Jake was quiet, he hadn’t said much either when my dad made his decision. I stood in the doorway and watched as he slowly packed his things.
“Come in here and talk to me Jane,” he invited.
I went inside, eager to get things off of my chest and to tell him about the baby.
“I have something I need to tell you.” My eyes darted reflexively to the floor as I spoke. I wasn’t ashamed, or at least, I didn’t think I was. I struggled to organize my thoughts to go on.
“Jane, let me speak first, because I am pretty sure I am thinking the same thing.” His soft eyes stared into mine.
“It’s been an amazing summer, and honestly, part of me wishes that it never had to end. But we both have to be realistic. We need to get back to school, get our lives on track. I am only a year out from graduating and I don’t want to lose sight of what’s important. I am sure we will see each other again eventually, but we need to move on.”