No one had ever done that before. I thought I might come right there and then. I arched my back and gasped.
I heard him laugh a short little laugh like he was pleased with my reaction, and then he dove in in earnest; licking around the already wet opening, sliding his tongue up along my slit and flicking my clit with his tongue until I couldn’t stay still and thought I would have to clamp my legs around his head then he’d back off and start again.
I was thrashing my head from side to side and trying to grab at his hair with my hands but he wouldn’t let me. He held my hands against my hips as he continued the sweet torture until I was panting and begging him to let me feel him.
He moved back up to face me. Still wearing his jeans, I could feel the hard outline of his cock pressing into me from the other side of the denim. He ground against me, the rough texture of the fabric felt delicious against my sensitive skin.
My hands now free to wander, I pressed my fingertips against those abs, out lining his muscles before moving down to unbutton his jeans. Together we pushed his jeans down and off not even adding them to the pile then his boxers joined them at our feet, leaving us naked against each other.
I reached down to wrap my hand around his hardness. He felt so thick and long in my hand, his flesh so hot. I stroked it up and down and watched his eyes shut tightly as he drew in his breath, catching his lower lip between his teeth to stifle a moan.
“Are you on anything?” His voice was tight as he began lining the tip of his penis against my opening.
I wasn’t sure what he meant, “Stone cold sober.” I promised. I didn’t want him to think I was doing this because I’d been drinking or something.
His head dropped against my shoulder in sudden relaxation. I felt the softness of his hair as it moved from side to side against my skin with his shaking head. He brought his face back to mine and gave me a concerned look while the laugh still showed on his lips, “No. I meant…” He glanced down between our naked bodies, his eyes landing on my belly, “…so you don’t get pregnant.” He looked back at me meaningfully.
I shook my head back and forth meekly. I hadn’t bothered to get on the pill since I hadn’t exactly been a sexual dynamo up to this point. “I’m still a virgin.” I whispered shyly.
His eyebrows shot up quickly, “A vir….?” the word died on his lips as he looked at me in disbelief, “Jesus, Neen.” He stalled for a moment and I wasn’t sure if he was letting the information sink in or if he was reconsidering his next move. I moved my hand along his rigid cock again in an attempt to assure him that this was what I wanted. His eyes fluttered for a moment and then he looked down at me again, “You’re sure about this?” I nodded in reply.
Austin twisted at the waist and reached toward the pile of clothes at our feet. For a second I thought he had changed his mind and was reaching to put his jeans back on, but he was back with me face to face in seconds. I heard the sound of foil ripping and realized he’d been reaching for a condom.
I tried not to think of why he would have a condom in his wallet. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do while he rolled it over his penis, so I lay under him and traced his sinewy shoulder muscles as they flexed as he held himself up on one elbow over me.
It only took a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity waiting for his touch against my skin again. Waiting to feel him inside me. Wondering if it was going to hurt when he took me. Wondering if he would feel as good as I’d imagined he would. Wondering what our relationship was going to be like after this. Hoping he meant it when he said when it said he wanted me forever. Hoping he meant it when he said he was willing to face the scrutiny and willing to face our parents with me.
Then he was lining the tip of himself up against my opening and looking me in the eye, “I’m so glad you love me too,” he whispered, “I was so afraid to tell you.” Then his mouth was on mine again and I felt him pushing against me, slipping into me against the resistance my tightness offered until he had forced my walls apart enough to allow his girth to slide all the way inside.
It stung a bit as I was opened farther than I had been before, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt…good. So amazingly good. I pushed my hips up against his and held myself against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and tried to pull him even deeper inside of me.
Mandy told me the first time was never good so I hadn’t expected it to be like this. This was pure ecstasy, I felt like I was floating in space, anchored to nothing but Austin.
I heard my breath coming ragged and hard as I panted for him to fuck me. I felt his muscles tense hard before he gave in to my begging. He moved into me as far as he could and then pulled back, almost all the way out. I tried to follow him as he retreated from me, eager to feel the fullness of his cock back inside me, but he held himself poised at my edge. Then he took a deep breath and drove back inside me, again and again. Pumping roughly into me as I arched my back and tried to keep up with his rhythm.
Mandy had also told me that girls never came their first time, I was beginning to think Mandy didn’t have a clue what she was talking about! I felt my orgasm threatening on the outskirts of my consciousness, building its crescendo till I was moaning against the hot flesh of Austin’s shoulder. I felt my interior walls start to contract as I bucked my pelvis against him.
In response, he began moving faster against me and soon he was hoarsely calling my name over and over again as he held himself deep inside me and I could feel his penis pulsing inside me as his seed pouring out of his body. I felt my climax tumbling over me as I came with him, squeezing against his member in shaking spasms until we were both spent and lay in each other’s arms trying to catch our breath.
Austin was covering my face with little kisses, whispering against my skin. I must have fallen asleep. The sky outside had gone dark and I was getting cold. I smiled as Austin’s mouth moved lower, brushing against my breasts, “…beautiful…so soft…loved you…can’t believe…”
I reached down and ran my hands through his hair. “Mmm,” I cooed at him, “that’s nice.”
I felt him smile against me and then he picked his head up and came back to lay beside me. I turned on my side to face him. His face lit up when my eyes met his and his hand moved to push a wayward strand of hair from my face, “I hope you don’t mind if I don’t introduce you as my sister anymore.”
And then he kissed me deep and passionately as he pressed his body against mine again.
Epilogue
Brent did, indeed, pass along my name. A few months later I was contacted about a showing of my work. The showing led to several high end contracts for print work and Austin’s boss had a great idea to incorporate my style of digital imagery into a new game that the company was working on.
With in a few years, I found myself on several “up and coming artists” and “keep an eye on” lists in the art world and making my own fair share of money in our new household.
Mom and Dad were mortified when Austin and I announced our new relationship upgrade. They were mostly worried about us getting torn apart by the press as both of us were getting a lot of attention in our respective careers.
Some people did try to put a lot of focus on the “stepbrother/stepsister” aspect, but the court of public opinion was the deciding factor— turns out, people expect creative types to be a little eccentric.
When our pseudo-incestuous relationship was made public, the public shrugged it off. If anything, it helped my reputation as an artist.
When Austin and I announced our wedding plans after 5 years, Mom and Dad decided we were really serious about eachother after all and finally seemed to get used to the idea. But it was the emailed sonogram picture a year later that really turned their attitude around.
They’ve been out to visit us several times now that they have a grandson to spoil.
When I look back on it all now, I can’t help but laugh at how upset I was that I had to go to Austin’s graduation ceremony. I’m so glad I missed that lake trip.