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  He moved to the edge of the bed, still standing proudly in front of me. “Then feast your eyes.”

  I sat up, then moved to laying on my stomach. “I'll do more than feast my eyes,” I said, as I opened my mouth and took him in.

  He gasped with the sudden pleasure as I wrapped my hand around him and started to stroke. I wasted no time, putting every sexual experience I had into practice. I watched his eyes dilate with pleasure as I stroked his thick shaft. He was velvet over steel in my fingers. Hard, yet so silky soft. I wanted to feel him inside of me again. I wanted him to slide in on the wetness I could feel leaking out of me this very moment. The ache to have him was so strong, I could barely breathe. I didn't know it was possible to want someone this badly. Especially when I had him in my hands and ready to go.

  Suddenly, he lifted me up my arms and threw me back on the bed. As soon as my back hit the soft mattress, he pulled me to the edge. My legs were up in the air and spread apart as he knelt on the floor next to the bed, burying his face in my pussy and tasting me without remorse.

  His tongue went to work, touching my clit like it had never been touched before. As my eyes shot open and my hands moved to his hair, I knew why all those girls had moaned so loudly during our high school years. He had a magic tongue. No, make that a magic tongue, teeth, and lips. The sounds I made moved from moans to some sort of squeak far more quickly than I could have imagined. Within moments, I could feel a desperate heat rising within me.

  “Don't stop,” I said begged.

  He groaned, sending little vibrations of ecstasy straight onto my clit, then settled into a rhythm that put my pleasure on overdrive. Without realizing I had done it, I found my fingers moving to grab my nipples, twisting and playing with them as if I had no control over my body. With James touching me, I really did have no control. The wave of my orgasm moved higher and higher, and I squeezed my eyes shut when I thought I couldn't take any more.

  “Come for me,” he growled. Just like earlier, it was a command, not a request. James, my big stepbrother, was in control.

  The sound of his voice drove me over the edge. My eyes shot open as the biggest orgasm of my life rolled through my body. I felt my legs tighten, my thighs closing in around James' head, but he didn't seem to care. He kept the same pressure and tempo up, sending me further and further toward madness. I was lost to light and pleasure as James kept making sure I came and came.

  As my wild bucking and thrashing calmed down, I felt my body open up for whatever came next. I was ready for more. So much more. “James,” I whispered.

  He stopped licking me and began tenderly kissing his way up my body. I was paralyzed as his hungry kisses touched my all over my skin. I had dreamed of this so many times. When he passed my breasts, he worked his way up the right side of my neck, then touched his lips to my ear. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste your cum. You're fucking delicious.”

  I moaned involuntarily. “Fuck me, James,” I gasped.

  “Gladly,” he said. “After I have another taste.” He was down between my legs in an instant, licking at my clit again. I managed a giggle before I became overwhelmed by pleasure again.

  I put my fingers in his hair and pulled, making eye contact with him. “Fuck me now, James.”

  One eyebrow raised and the corners of his mouth twitched up in a cocky smile. He was in control and we both knew it. He stood up, positioning himself at my entrance. I felt myself spread open as he began to push into me. I saw him begin to thrust very slightly, slowly pushing his way in.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded again. The ache to have inside of me was almost too much to bear. I needed his cock more than I needed to breathe.

  “I am fucking you, Allie. I'm all the way in.”

  I knew he was teasing me, that he couldn't even help but annoy his stepsister, even when he was about to fuck her. Still, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn't concentrate on fighting back. I just needed that cock inside of me.

  “Please...”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “Beg me,” he said.

  For a moment, my jaw dropped. What a fucking asshole. “I am begging you. Please.”

  “Say my name,” he said. He began thrusting a little deeper.

  I gripped the bed sheet and began to writhe. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help the control he had over me. The way I loved it when he made me crazy. “James, I'm begging you. Please fuck me.”

  I heard him sigh and felt him shudder as he slid into me. I felt him stretch me out and I closed my eyes as he began to thrust into me, using my body. I moaned again, feeling full. He stopped. My eyes opened back up.

  “What's the matter?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “Nothing, I was just curious if you wanted the rest.”

  “The rest? But-” I was cut off by the sensation of him pushing even deeper into me, stretching me even more. I had no idea how I could fit all of him inside of me. He grabbed my legs and held them up into the air, seemingly pushing even further into me. At this point, I knew that he'd begin to get painfully deep if he went any further. I moved my hands up, digging into the front of his pelvis as he thrust.

  With both hands, he grabbed my hands and jerked them out of the way. “Don't you ever try to stop me like that,” he said, a darker sound to his voice. I gasped with renewed pleasure as I knew that there was no stopping him at this point. He was all lust now, and I was just along for the ride.

  And what a ride it was. A few moments later and he let one leg drop back to the bed, seemingly splitting me in two. He ran his tongue down my calf muscle, kissing the leg that he was holding passionately. I was glad that I had shaved so carefully this morning.

  I could see that he was out of control, pounding away at me. Suddenly, he went just a little too deep, brushing against my cervix. I gasped in pain and slammed my leg down, pushing him out of me. He seemed to know that he had hurt me, but he didn't miss a beat. In a moment, he had laid down at my side, pushing me onto the same side and entering me from behind.

  I loved it in this position. I felt utterly safe wrapped in his arms, yet he was still in complete control. As I lay on my side, his hand moved to my chin. He pressed into me, moving my face to kiss his, and I returned the kiss deeply. He tasted better than I ever imagined. His hand moved to my neck, gripping for a moment, letting me know who was in charge. I loved him in control. I loved this.

  His hand strayed down even lower grasping my breasts. I writhed into him, and he broke from our kiss. “That feels so fucking good, Allie,” he moaned.

  I still couldn't get over how good my name sounded from him, but I was beyond words now. I just writhed more. His hand kept moving, next going to my belly. I moaned even louder, thinking about how his baby could already be growing within me. He must have noticed how I reacted, because he said, “I can't believe how sexy this tummy is.”

  With those words, I could feel the heat rising within me. My hand shot down over his, pressing his hand further into my belly. My body was opening up, the orgasm rising uncontrollably within me. He picked up his pace, swelling within me, and I knew what he wanted. What we both wanted. His seed deep within me. “Come in me,” I moaned. “Come in my pussy.”

  He groaned and squeezed my tummy harder, thrusting even faster and shallower. I heard a couple of short, almost painful sounds come from him, followed by an animal roar of ecstasy. I could feel myself heating up immediately as his first spurt of semen shot into me. My own body contracted and drew him deeper within me as I came, and I pressed my body back into him. He continued to shoot sperm into me, his body making sure that he impregnated me. It was primal and unstoppable.

  I continued to spasm, and he eventually slowed and then stopped his pumping motion. I could still feel every inch of him inside of me. He was like a stopper in me, keeping his fluids from escaping. Eventually my own writhing slowed down, but still his hand remained on my tummy. I thought about that tummy swelling with my inevi
table pregnancy, and it just sent more orgasmic aftershocks through my body.

  We laid there for a while, I couldn't be sure how long. His cock still seemed huge within me, and with every breath I felt him completely filling me. His mouth went to my ear again, and when I felt his breath at my ear, I moaned again. “Eventually, we're going to have to move to get something to eat.”

  I giggled. “I am famished,” I said.

  He slowly pulled his cock out of me. My mouth opened as I felt how wet I was inside and how pleasurable my fertile fields felt as they were soaked with his seed. “Grab me a tissue, quick!”

  He sprang out of bed, grabbing me a tissue while I held my legs shut. I managed to wipe myself up a little bit before I leaked all over his fantastically expensive sheets. He laughed, then turned me around, his green eyes smoldering, and kissed me gently, thoughtfully, lovingly, as his hands stroked my hair. “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “I couldn’t help myself,” he said. “I wanted to take my time with you, to be gentle, but...”

  I kissed him. My heart was pounding in my chest with joy. This was how I had always imagined us to be. “It was exactly what I needed.”

  We kissed a little more, then he moved away, wrapping a sheet around his body like some kind of cheesy romcom. “Shower, if you want,” he said. “Then we can go out to dinner, if you like.”

  “I’d prefer to order in,” I said with a grin. I walked to his shower, naked, but gave him a little show as I walked.

  Chapter Three

  After my shower, I tied back my hair and poked around in James’s closets for something to wear. An old t-shirt and a pair of his boxers sounded good to me. I wanted to have his scent on me, and I always loved those parts in the movies. You know, the morning after, when the girl lies around all sexy in her man’s clothes. I wanted to be that girl for James.

  When I came out he was setting up Chinese food on the island that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house.

  He grinned. “You look much sexier in that than I do.”

  “I would have to disagree. Actually,” I said, thinking about it. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in your boxers since high school.”

  “Really?” he said, a playful smile curling his lips. “Because, I seem to remember just a couple weeks ago, you got a good look in the shower.”

  I laughed. “You were naked then, not in boxers. There's a certain allure about a man in his underwear.”

  He shrugged. “I guess those Calvin Klein models have it all figured out.” He set down the plates on the island and stepped out, his hands opening and pulling down his jeans until he stood in a pair of white boxers, just like the pair I wore, though mine were rolled at the waist so they wouldn't fall off.

  He kicked off his jeans and looked down at himself. “I think I like your legs better. They’re less hairy.”

  I giggled and lifted myself up on the balls of my feet for him to kiss me. He grabbed me and planted a soft kiss on my expectant lips.

  “Let’s eat. We’ll need the energy,” he said.

  We sat down and dug in. I was so hungry I barely spoke, devouring the noodles and chicken and broccoli as fast as he could scoop it out on my plate. James ate with more patience, spending as much time watching me shovel my mouth full as he did feeding himself.

  After I was full, I sat there and watched while he finished. He occasionally looked up and gave me a glance, smiling as he did so. I knew he intended to use my body again, and I practically shivered at the thought of it. When he was done, he pushed his plate to the side.

  “What now?” I asked.

  He smiled. “Leave the plates where they are.” The smile faded from his face, and I knew that he was giving me a command now. “Go to the bedroom and wait for me there.”

  I nodded and immediately moved to obey him, hurrying to his room. After rinsing out my mouth with minty wash, I jumped onto the bed. I rolled around in the sheets, my happiness overwhelming me. These sheets were fantastic, and I could definitely get used to being enveloped in them all the time. I closed my eyes and just drank in the sensation.

  I was eager to feel my skin on his once more. And even though I still felt full and sore between my legs, as if he were still deep inside of me, my pussy ached with desire and was wet with anticipation. I heard a throat clearing, and when I opened my eyes, he was standing in the doorway, watching with a grin.

  I sat up. “What?”

  He shook his head. “Nothing, I just like watching your little body squirm like that.”

  If anything, that just made my body squirm even more. I borrowed a line from him as I began to writhe even more on the bed. “Then feast your eyes.”

  I heard him growl. “Unfortunately, I have bad news.”

  My eyes shot open and I stopped writhing. My heart sank. “What is it?”

  He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “One of the problems of owning my own company. The day is never over. I have to go back to the office to go put out fires.”

  I got up on my knees and looked at him. He was serious. I pouted at him. “I wanted you to put out my fire, though.”

  He kind of rolled his eyes at me. “Look, sis. Just think of this as me stoking your fire until I'm able to take care of it for real.” He moved from the doorway, going to his closet. I watched him pick out a new shirt and button it up. I wondered how long that shirt would last around our lust.

  I watched as he put on his pants and began to tie his tie. The silence was deafening. “So, should I go?”

  “No!” he said a little too suddenly, then seemed to regain his cool. “No, stay here for at least the night. We have a lot to talk about.”

  I could at least agree with that. “Do you know when you're getting back?”

  He had a solemn look on his face as he shook his head.

  I waited for more but he didn't say anything. “Well, what should I do until you get back?”

  “There's a TV in the living room, you're welcome to order a pay-per-view movie if you'd like.”

  I laughed. “I didn't travel all the way to Boston in order to watch TV.”

  He laughed. “No, I know what you traveled all the way to Boston to do.” He left the rest unsaid, and I wondered if he knew all of it. I wondered if he suspected what I really wanted from him. Still, he walked over to his wallet and fished out a couple bills before putting it in his pocket. “There's a coffee shop on the corner of 17th and Lake, just a couple blocks from here. They have great live music or poetry readings, depending on the night. I highly recommend it.”

  He held out his hand I saw that it was a couple of hundred dollar bills. I was hardly a stranger to money. My own father was upper-middle class himself, and I knew that if anyone could afford to give a couple hundred bucks for a night of fun, it was my billionaire stepbrother.

  I accepted the money with a shrug. I felt like letting him know just what I thought about him interrupting this evening with business, but I didn't. He seemed to accept that I was upset but even I knew that if he was doing this, it was probably something important.

  “Hey, chin up, sis. I'll be back before you knew it.” He finished tying his tie and grabbed his suit coat, then was out the door before I knew it.

  I laid in his bed for a couple minutes, thinking I might just watch a movie or something on his TV. Then I rolled over and I smelled him on the pillow. I'd drive myself crazy if I sat here all night.

  I started to pull my clothes on. There was no way that the sweater and jeans would really protect me against the cold Boston winter, but I was hoping that this coffee shop was close as he said it was. Besides, I thought as I stole one last touch of my belly, I was being warmed from the inside by the hot liquid that James had put inside of me.

  Chapter Four

  The coffee shop was, according to my phone's GPS, only four blocks away. The walk seemed to take only an instant, as I was lost in my own thoughts the whole way anyway. It had a nice, easy-to-see sign out front,
but my heart sank as soon as I saw the name of it.

  James's Joint

  Of course, it could have been another James. Somehow though, in my heart I knew that James had the gall to send me to his own establishment. If I was supposed to forget about him and enjoy the evening, it would be difficult to in a place that bore his name.

  I almost left and tried to find another place, but just as I turned around, someone left the place. I could feel the warmth of the place brush up against against the cold out here. And then there was the amazing smell of delicious coffee. I looked inside, noticing that the place was busy, but not crowded. The artwork on the walls was unique, but not pretentious. I loved it. I would kill for a place like this in New York.

  I quickly made the decision to come in from the cold and went inside. My fingers tingled with the warmth of the shop and I rubbed my hands up and down along my arms as I tried to shake the cold off. A chalk board had the special of the day, along with a trivia question for a free cup of coffee. There was a stage set up in one of the back corners that drew my eye. It was empty now, but the whole shop was obviously set up to focus on that stage.

  I staggered up to the counter, drinking it all in. When I got up there, the barrista was looking at me like I was a little crazy. To be honest, I probably was a little crazy. She was really cute, with intense green eyes and a shock of red hair splitting her brown hair into chunks. “Can I help you?”

  “Um, yeah. I'll take a chai latte.”

  “Ok, sure, anything else?”

  “No, that's it.”

  “It'll be $4.87.”

  I smiled a little to myself. It was expensive for a chai latte, but I'd expect nothing less from James. I opened my purse up and looked inside, seeing just the two bills that James had given me. My credit card was probably already turned off if my dad had seen what kind of bill I had already racked up on it. I gave a little bit of an apologetic smile to the barrista as I handed her the hundred dollar bill. “Sorry.”

  She laughed, then pulled out a marker to check if it were a forgery. “No problem, we see it all the time. You must be with Coleman?”