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  I didn’t protest as he gently pushed me backwards towards my bed, and I didn’t say a word as he reached for my breast.

  I couldn’t have spoken right then even I had wanted to. My throat was closed from the desire I felt for him, my stepbrother.

  Chapter Four

  He was so tender with me; he kissed me again next to my bed. His finger traced my jawline and he said, “You are so beautiful, Lacey. How is it that I never noticed this before?”

  “I don’t know,” I said softly, frozen as if I were a deer caught in headlights. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid he would hear it.

  He slipped his finger into the waistband of my boy shorts and I wiggled my hips, helping him take them off of me. I stood, shaking, and looked up at him as he lifted my top and brought it over my head.

  “I’ve always been annoyed by you, you know that, don’t you?” he asked and dropped the top on the floor.

  “Yeah,” I said, “I know you hate me sometimes.”

  “I never hated you, Lacey,” he said and reached up to brush my hair off my shoulder, “I always felt like you were judging me because you were so perfect. You were so pure.”

  “Me? Perfect?” I said, “That’s a laugh.”

  “You are,” he said and let his hand rest on the back of my neck. This close contact felt like flames licking my skin. I was heating up and it almost burned where he touched me. “You’re smart, and funny, and humble…and now you are so fucking beautiful. Fuck…” His voice trailed off.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I shouldn’t do this,” he said, “I’m a shitty person, Lacey. I enjoy using people. I enjoy using women for my pleasure and discarding them. You should know that by now, I do know you listened back at school.”

  I think even my ears blushed, my face felt so hot.

  “It’s okay,” he said, “it’s natural to be curious, especially about a giant d-bag like me.”

  “I don’t think you are,” I said and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. He kissed me back and I moaned as my feelings became too big for me to contain. “I want this,” I whispered in his ear.

  He groaned and held me tighter. He buried his face in my neck and said, “I want you so bad, it hurts. I’ve wanted you for a while now, but never wanted to hurt you. To drag you down to my level.”

  “Drag me down,” I smiled and pressed my hand against his throbbing cock, “I want you to.”

  “I can’t make any promises,” he said, “I might even be a jerk tomorrow. I want to apologize in advance for that. Sometimes I feel like I can’t help myself.”

  “I could analyze you to death,” I said and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. I stroked and marveled at how small my hand seemed next to his massive dick. “But let’s not ruin this. Let’s just have a night to be insane and fuck like animals. Whatever happens tomorrow, or next week, or next month…whatever.”

  “Whatever,” he replied and kissed me hard as he humped against my hand. I felt precum on the head and used it to lube my grip. He started to breath heavy against my lips and groaned my name as his moved against me. He finally broke away and pushed me down onto the bed. “I want this to be about you, Lacey. Let me at least give you that.”

  I was startled, from everything I’d heard, Colton was a selfish lover. “Okay,” I said nervously and let him part my legs. He climbed between them and buried his face between my legs.

  I had no idea what to expect, I’d heard about oral of course, and watched videos online, but had never encountered anything like it.

  His touch was soft at first as he parted my lips and slid his finger up and down my cleft. Immediately I was on fire for him. When he found my clit, it was as though it was directly connected to every nerve ending in my body. Even when I touched myself, it never felt like this.

  When his tongue hit it, I felt like every nerve ending in my body had been dipped in gasoline and lit on fire. I gasped and threw my head back, grabbed a handful of his hair and pressed my pussy up against his face. He slurped and licked me until I could barely comprehend what was happening. I sobbed and moaned my orgasm against his tongue. He was relentless, and just when I thought I’d come as much as I could, he pushed me further until I was crying and thrashing on the bed.

  I couldn’t believe how wild and free I felt under his touch. I had no concern behaving like that, I couldn’t give any fucks about how much noise I was making or how many times I screamed his name as he tongued my clit until I couldn’t take any more.

  “Please,” I said and pushed at his head, “I need to feel you.”

  He drew back and looked up at me, his face slicked with my fluids. “How do you need me?” he asked.

  “I need you up here for a little bit,” I replied and pulled him up. He held me in his arms and I trembled, overcome with my first orgasm by somebody other than myself. And my first multiple orgasms by anyone.

  He stroked my hair and rubbed my body with his big, strong hands until I calmed down. He seemed smug, like he was proud of his work, his achievement. I had to give it to him though, he had done an amazing job of bringing me to the heights of satisfaction.

  We talked and cuddled and it felt nice. Maybe a little too nice, I could see myself becoming quickly addicted to this and remembered his warning.

  I needed to remind myself that I just had Colt for the night, and that had to be enough.

  But would it ever be?

  Chapter Five

  I felt dreamy as we talked, as if this wasn’t really happening. Some part of me wondered if I had fallen asleep and this really was in my head as I slept through the night.

  It occurred to me at some point that Colton hadn’t gotten off and I decided to remedy it. I was listening to him talk about his plans for college when I let my hand travel to his cock again. I grabbed it and he stopped talking in mid sentence, his eyes took on an intensity that excited me from the core, and he grabbed me and kissed me hard as I stroked him.

  He pumped against me a few times and I did my best to pick up a rhythm. I was horribly unschooled though, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do much. I didn’t know if I should offer him a blowjob or sex, but either one would lead to me having to admit that I had never done it.

  He took the choice away, thankfully. His eyes were burning with desire and he pushed me onto my back, climbed overtop of me and pressed his knee between mine. He pushed my legs apart and his intent was clear.

  My heart was beating so hard again that I wondered how he didn’t mention it.

  “Is this okay?” he asked in a low, harsh voice as he positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock probing me gently and I wouldn’t even know how to tell him no, or how to tell him I was a virgin. I decided to take the plunge, fuck him, and deal with it afterwards if he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied breathlessly. I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me. He thrust forward, my pussy was so wet from my earlier orgasms that his cock slid in…until it hit my barrier.

  His eyes widened and he said, “Are you?” The question went no further, it didn’t need to.

  “I am,” I replied, “I want to do this with you though, Colt. I’ve wanted you for so long now, I’m aching for you.”

  “I know the feeling,” he said and forced his way past the thin membrane of skin that separated me from being a woman.

  It burned and I gasped. He stopped and looked concerned. I pulled at him and arched myself to receive him. He pushed all the way in and the pain lost its intensity as he continued.

  He pulled out and I felt tears spring to my eyes. He kissed the wetness on my cheeks and pushed back inside.

  The fourth time around, the pain lessened and a strange sort of pleasure took its place. It was different than what had happened before, this felt like I was connecting to some deep, powerful energy. I had become a woman, and I was going to come from a cock buried deep inside of my body for the very first time.

  “Colt,” I gasped and he sped up, “fuck…”
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  “Lacey, babe,” he rasped, “come on my dick, babe. Come for me, beautiful girl. Come for me, babe.”

  “I’m coming,” I managed to gasp as my pussy clenched tightly around his cock and fluttered my release. I felt like I was flying, my head was so far removed from my body I felt like I was dreaming the whole thing.

  I wasn’t though, I felt him tense up, my fingers dug into his hips and his ass dimpled as he thrust one last time and spurted hot jets of cum deep inside of me.

  Our eyes locked and there was a timeless moment when I knew this was real. Anything we felt together was real, and if he ran from it, he was a stupid little boy. We would have the ability to fall in love and have it mean something. Our connection was so powerful in that silent moment our bodies were joined.

  It passed swiftly and soon we were back to earth, our limbs entangled in each other’s and our bodies resting from the exertions.

  We fucked three more times that night, each time it was the same…a slight pain followed my pure undiluted bliss ending with our strange and undeniable connection.

  The morning light brought noise into our world. I looked at the clock on the side table and saw that we’d slept until nine. Our last session of sex had occurred some time around seven.

  I jerked awake when I heard the front door slam.

  “Fuck, it’s mom and dad,” I whispered harshly in his ear. He looked up sleepily and smiled at me.

  “Hey you,” he said, “Ready for some more, you cock addicted little vixen?”

  “Mom and dad are here,” I repeated, “you have to get back to your room.”

  “Here? Already? Shit!” he exclaimed, jumped from the bed and ran back through the bathroom to his room. Just before he closed the door, he turned back and blew me a kiss. I laughed, pretended to catch it, and rolled under my covers.

  Mom came in a few minutes later. She smelled fresh, like cold spring air and sunshine.

  She chatted a mile a minute about the snowstorm. Apparently it was a freak of nature but would make for wicked skiing. I feigned illness, I told her I had a sore throat, and she suggested I stay in bed longer.

  I felt bad lying to her, but I was exhausted. I also wanted to spend some time curled under my blankets dreaming of my night with Colton.

  I wondered if he was lying in his bed right then, thinking of me.

  I wondered if his words would come true and he would ignore me now.

  I hoped they wouldn’t, but I worried they would.

  Chapter Six

  I couldn’t avoid getting out of bed all day, but I did my best to avoid Colton. I couldn’t face him, not in the cold light of day and not in front of our parents.

  And especially not after the things we’d done.

  I finally dragged my ass downstairs and peeked around the corner into the great room. Mom was there curled up on the couch with a book, but other than that it was deserted.

  “Hey sweetheart,” she said when I slunk out on my way to the fridge. After last night’s acrobatics, I was famished.

  “Hey mom,” I said, opened the door and peered inside. Last night I had stood here with Colton as we planned our dinner together, like we were dating or something. I felt a little pang in my stomach when I realized that was my one chance with him.

  “Are you feeling better?” she asked. For a moment I didn’t know what she was talking about, then I remembered my little white lie about a sore throat.

  “Yeah, it must be a twenty four hour thing,” I said and rubbed my neck. I grabbed a Greek yoghurt and a spoon and sat on the chair near her.

  “Take care of yourself, did you take some vitamin C?” she asked.

  “Not yet,” I replied, once again hating how I felt when I lied to her.

  “I’ll get you some,” she said and started to get up. I motioned for her to sit.

  “I’ll get it myself,” I told her, “This is your holiday, enjoy yourself.”

  “I am. Catching up on some reading, nothing too exciting.”

  “Where are they guys?” I asked, trying so hard to sound nonchalant.

  “They went for a ski. Yesterday’s storm brought in a load of powder. They headed over to the hill this morning.”

  By ski, mom meant Colton would snowboard and his dad would ski. Mom could never get the differences straight, she wasn’t much of a winter person but she did love sitting by a fire with a book and a glass of wine.

  “Oh fun,” I said and finished my yoghurt. I think I flew under the radar; she didn’t seem to notice a thing.

  “Colt must have caught your cold though, he was under the weather too this morning,” she said.

  “I think there’s something going around campus,” I replied and stood to take my container to the garbage. I put the spoon in the dishwasher and told her, “I need a little more rest.”

  She nodded, her nose already back in her novel, and I went upstairs to once again process what had happened last night.

  ***

  I heard a knock on my door in the early evening. I opened it, expecting mom, but Colton was standing there.

  “They’re expecting us down for dinner,” he said and stared at me, as if looking for a clue to how I was feeling.

  “I’ll be right there,” I replied and started to close the door. I wondered why he hadn’t come through the shared bathroom, was he being guarded? I hadn’t seen him all day so I didn’t know how he would behave.

  He stuck his foot in my door and blocked it from closing. He looked me in the eyes again and asked, “How are you?”

  “I’m fine,” I replied and frowned. What an odd question.

  He pushed his way right inside and closed the door behind him. “Are you sure about that?” he asked, a smiled playing around the edges of his mouth.

  I’d prepared myself for his coldness, his distance, but I hadn’t prepared myself for this. He was behaving just like he had last night.

  “I think so,” I said quietly and backed up slowly towards my bed. I hadn’t even realized I was going that direction until I felt the mattress on the back of my legs.

  “How fine are you?” he asked and reached up, put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

  It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was furious and hungry, as if he’d spent the day craving my taste as much as I’d been craving his. That empowered me, and I responded with ferocity of my own.

  We broke apart and I smiled and said, “I’m really fine now. Hey you.”

  “Hey you,” he replied and didn’t seem to be able to leave me. “Shit, we really should get down there.”

  “I’ll change and be right there,” I replied, my cheeks flushed with joy and desire.

  “I’ll wait,” he said and sat on my bed. I looked at him and he smirked. “What can I say? I like looking at your body,” he said and shrugged.

  I laughed, “Okay, fine. But I’ll warn you, it’s not much of a show.”

  “Anything you do is worth watching,” he said and I blushed again.

  I felt awkward as I shimmied out of my pajamas. I turned and looked at him watching me. The look on his face made me feel beautiful.

  “Is this okay?” I asked and danced around in my bra and panties. His eyes shone in the light of my room.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful, Lacey,” he said in a low voice.

  I truly believed it when he said it like that. I stepped into a pair of jeans and slid them up my body. I dragged a light pink cashmere sweater overtop of my head and when I tugged it down and looked up, he was right in front of me.

  “Oh,” I gasped and he pulled me tight against his body and kissed me again, harder this time, more passionate and hungry. It left me breathless and with my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I swore I could hear it.

  “I’m going to sneak over here later and fuck you,” he whispered in my ear.

  I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, please.” My body heated up and my pussy flooded with desire at his words.

  “Lacey! Colton!” my mothe
r called from downstairs, “Dinner!”

  “Shit,” he growled and nipped my neck, “Let’s just make it through this and the whole night is ours.” I giggled and agreed to follow him and play the good sister. For a short time at least.

  Chapter Seven

  We went downstairs and tried our best to pretend we were just brother and sister, that we hadn’t been all over each other all night, and that we hadn’t just made promises to each other moments before.

  I didn’t know how successful we were, but mom and Colton’s father didn’t seem to notice a thing.

  I did, however. I couldn’t help but notice how hot my stepbrother was, and how much I wanted him back inside of me.

  I didn’t have to wait for long; I feigned another headache and headed upstairs following a brief after-dinner chat.

  I didn’t know when Colton came up, but it felt like hours before the door from the bathroom opened and he stepped through.

  “Miss me?” he asked with a crooked grin.

  “Maybe,” I replied, but I had missed him. I’d ached for him the entire time we were apart.

  “Come on,” he said, “tell me you missed me. Tell me you were craving my cock the entire time you were sitting there like a prim little angel. Tell me how much you want it, Lacey.”

  I was helpless to resist him. I melted into his arms, looked up at him and said, “Fuck me, Colton. I’m dying to feel your cock split me open again, I belong to you, my body is yours. Use it any way you want.”

  “Fuck you’re sexy,” he growled and sucked my neck. I threw my head back and moaned softly, trying to contain the sounds of my lust so we wouldn’t be overheard.

  I reached down and felt his throbbing cock dying to get out. I unzipped his pants and let it spring free. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started to slide up and down, pulling him closer to me with each tug.

  “You want my cock?” he demanded, “Beg for it.”

  “Please?” I said breathlessly and looked up at him from under my thick eyelashes, “May I please suck it?”