“We could go to yours”, Sash says.
Dante shakes his head. Pop goes the last button.
“It has to be here”, Dante says. “This is where it always should have been.”
He pulls his trousers down, holds them out theatrically and drops those casually onto the floor too.
“Fucking hell”, Sash says.
“Take off your clothes”, Dante commands.
Sash shakes her head. She does it not because she doesn’t want to, but because she knows it will be better if she resists.
“Take off your clothes”, Dante says again. He hasn’t raised his voice and nor does he need to. They both know Sash will comply. She wouldn’t have got into the car in the first place if she wasn’t going to. Hell, she wouldn’t have even sent the photos.
Sash takes a moment to look to the side, and then back to Dante as though she’s used the moment to think. She smiles a you’ve-caught-me smile.
“What will you do to me if I do?” she asks, the question phrased in such a way to indicate the answer is something she’s keen on hearing, the look she gives him when she does so, smoldering.
She likes this. It’s wrong, but she can’t help but admit that she likes it. Her fucking stepbrother. She leans over sideways to prop herself up on her outstretched arm and watch her stepbrother lazily undress himself. She can’t stop him anyway, she knows that. If he wants to let the whole house know about it, so be it. He has much more to lose than she does after all. She might as well enjoy this while she can. Fuck it, let the whole world know.
“You going to leave again, soon as you’ve fucked me?” Sash asks him. She doesn’t know whether the question is rhetorical, nor whether she’s got enough energy to be bothered if it is or not.
“I came to set things straight”, Dante says.
“Is that a yes or a no?” Sash asks him. She rolls over so her head is hanging off the bed and she’s looking at him upside down, legs lifted up into the air and pushed out straight. The flexibility of a dancer. “It’s just, I need to know if I should make plans. Bake a cake, go for a run, do the-”
Dante pulls down his boxer-shorts.
“Fuck”, Sash says, melting at the sight of him. She spins over again so she can see him properly.
“Take off your clothes”, Dante commands again. “I won’t ask you again.”
“You take them off for me”, Sash says, teasingly.
Dante closes in on her. He pulls her into the position he wants her in, sat on the edge of the bed. Sash lets herself be manipulated, thrusting her upper body towards him and pushing her arms out behind her to let her head hang. Open to him, ready to be taken.
Wasting no time in showing her what he wants, his hand goes underneath her skirt and grabs hold of her panties. A moment later he has wrestled them down and tossed them deliberately into the corner of the room.
He pulls at her T-shirt, fighting the fabric down beneath her bra, so he can push his hands inside and scoop out her breasts. He massages her tits, runs his fingers over her swelling nipples and teases them erect. Her skin buzzes with desire and need, and she can’t help but moan.
He presses his finger to her lips to still her. With his knee between her legs, he widens them. He covers her upper body with teasing kisses and soft, stimulating bites. Like this, first. He runs his teeth along her clavicle, and once again he finds himself kissing those dark holes that swallow the darkness and drive his passion wild. Delicate, loving, caressing touches. His hand goes up to her neck, the form slender, the skin supple, storm clouds darkening his eyes.
“There are rules, Sash”, he says, his grip tightening, playful still but firm. He moves his other leg in between hers and Sash moans under his commanding touch.
He pulls her further towards him, the height perfect to enter her. With his other hand he pushes her skirt up higher, so she carries it around her waist like a belt.
Dante doesn’t even need to touch his cock to guide it into her. As if attracted there magnetically, it seems to work it’s way to the entrance of her pussy alone. Hungry for it, Sash rocks forward to claim it, desperate to have his hot, swollen crown up inside her.
She moans uncontrollably as she feels the tip bump up against her, threatening to slip inside. Dante stays still, at times even moving slightly away, so he can tease his stepsister and see just how much she wants it.
“Rules”, Dante says.
“Uh-huh”, Sash says, licking her lips and thrusting her hips forwards again, agonizingly close to having him penetrate her. Her skin tingling with sensitivity and her pussy aching with need, she is desperate to have him fill her. He tightens his grip a little more.
“No fucking around”, he says.
Sash shakes her head. “No fucking around”, she repeats.
Her pussy is swollen and slick with her juices. Each time he bumps into her, Dante can feel her tight hole relax a little to welcome him in. He wants nothing more than to take her, pre-cum already oozing out of the tip of his cock and running down his shaft. Each moment more, he swells a little harder.
“No-one can know”, he says.
“No-one can know”, she repeats.
Now he lets her claim him a little. His throbbing cock gathered magnificently by her trembling pussy hole, she moans long and deep as she finally feels it push its way inside her.
“Fuck”, she says, the word crushed by rising pleasure.
It’s only the crown, but it feels incredible. A moment later, Dante pulls away again, keen not to give her too much too quickly.
“No”, Sash complains.
“You need to trust me. Whatever I do, you have to trust me.”
His cock is tantalizing close. Sash bites her lip and decides to try and reach for it. Dante bats her hand away, tightening the grip he has around her neck to punish her.
Sash moans again, a light escape of air that sounds like the cry of a tiny creature. He shakes his head and waves his finger, and Sash has no choice but to go back to her original position. He can see her pussy hole opening and closing, visibly contracting millimeters away from his throbbing cock-head, as though already affected by a thunderous orgasm.
“Do you trust me?” Dante asks her.
He allows himself to penetrate her again, this time pushing his cock further inside her, deep enough to make her body shake.
“Yes”, Sash says.
Dante pulls out slightly, not quite all the way, but close, so only the very tip of his cock is inside her. He can feel her muscles contracting down on him, encouraging him to thrust back inside.
“I can’t hear you”, he says.
Sash lets out a guttural whisper of air. “Yes”, she says again, her chest rising and falling, her breathing already tight.
“Good”, Dante says.
“Fuck me, Dante, please”, Sash begs.
Dante lets her body swallow him again, this time disappearing his cock completely inside her, happy to watch as her pussy lips finally touch his pubic bone.
“Oh my God”, Sash says, the words barely coming to her.
The first time they fucked was animalistic and urgent, the second, sweet and loving, this was just another level all together. He had barely penetrated her, and she was already close to orgasm. Only her stepbrother could do this to her. Only Dante.
“I want to know-“, Dante says, his cock working a rhythm now, thrusting deep and withdrawing almost fully to begin again. She feels it swell her opening. She feels it press against her G-spot. She feels it deep inside her, her skin about to go up in flames. She belongs to him.
“Uh-huh”, Sash says again.
“His name”, Dante says firmly, finishing the sentence.
“Dante”, Sash reasons, the question unexpected. “Oh, Dante.”
“It’s important to me, Sash. I need to know.”
Each thrust buries him a little deeper. Each second longer makes it all the more intense. Sensitive to the point of explosion. Pleasure like nothing else. Never before has she felt her pussy stimulated so incredibly, neither her body nor her mind. Never before has she wanted something so much. She bites her lip again.
“Take me”, she whispers.
“Tell me”, Dante insists.
She sits up now, ready to distract him, to pull him away from the thought. He won’t let her. In his eyes, she sees those storm clouds. The love and the jealousy mixed in as one. Dante pushes her to the bed. He pulls his cock out and folds her leg, one over the other so she’s face down now on the bed.
Quickly, as though part of the same unbroken motion, he’s back inside her, fucking her hard.
The pupils in Sash’s eyes dilate. Like this, he can see her ass-hole throbbing. He wraps her long black her around his wrists and pulls. He spanks her ass-cheek, no desire to hold back and be reserved. Immediately, the skin bobbles and a flush of red rises to the surface.
She’s on the edge. Like this, she can feel him against her G-spot, pushing her
in directions she’s never traveled before.
“Who?” Dante calls again.
Sash can barely breath let alone talk. Her breath is peaking towards explosion. Short raspy breaths that lift the air out of the top of her lungs as soon as she’s sucked it in.
“Tell me”, Dante commands, his voice loud enough now to slip under the crack in the door and through the paper-thin walls.
It’s coming. His cock magnificent inside her. Swollen hard by purpose and forced forward by urgent desire. He smacks her ass-cheek again, pulling hard to tilt her head and lift her upper body almost completely from the bed. He fucks her so hard his body is almost a blur. His balls smacking against the sensitive skin of her pussy lips, his hips hitting hers hard, the bed jarring against it all, pushing against the far wall.
Reduced to nothing but a series of whispered moans, Sash stares at it, the edge disappearing beneath her quickly. Finally, when the rest of the world has melted away, she tumbles all the way inside. The moment is unlike any other she has ever experienced. It rattles through her with the force of a train, exploding out of her pussy and sweeping through her skin. She screams into the pillow, her head forced there by Dante, and comes hard, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. The storm swirls in Dante’s eyes. He smacks her on the ass again just for good measure. Against his cock, he feels her pussy contract wildly, throbbing and spasming in short, violent bursts. His. Always his.
If she could fold herself up, she would, but Dante hasn’t finished yet. She’s almost too sensitive to have him inside her, but the choice isn’t hers to make. She wants it. She wants everything he gives her if it makes her feel like this, even if it destroys her.
“Come inside me, Dante”, she begs him. “Please fill me up.”
The words are spoken in staggered almost disconnected syllables so the meaning is lost along the way.
“Are you on the pill, Sash”, Dante asks.
A spasm crawls across her belly and even though she can’t, she wants to put her hand there.
“Yes”, she lies. “Of course. Come inside me.”
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Dante can do nothing else but let himself go. Twisting her body in an attempt to watch him, Dante is quick to place his hand on her head and hold her against the bed. The sensation is almost debilitating. He struggles hard to rise above it. Rocketing through his body from the tip of his swollen cock to his brain, he feels his knees weaken and the muscles in his neck snap tight. He growls to soften his screams, thrusts himself as deep as possible into his stepsister’s pussy, so that the mattress bends under his weight, and lets himself go inside her.