We're just fucking.
"It's nothing serious, Mom," I say quickly. "That's why I didn't bring it up before. We've only been out twice."
"Well," Mom says, starting to clear the table. "Hopefully you can bring him to the wedding. It would be a pity for you to get stuck dancing with your brother all night."
Ryan smirks as my hand squeezes his dick beneath the table.
A pity indeed.
7.
"You were pretty naughty tonight, Sister."
"Was I?" I ask innocently as I finish washing a plate. Mom and Darin decided to go for a walk on the beach, so Ryan and I are alone, at least for now.
I feel him press against me from behind. His dick is hard against my ass.
"Did you like rubbing my cock in front of our parents?" He whispers in my ear. Ryan slides his hands around my body and up my shirt, cupping my breasts. I suck in my breath sharply at his touch, suddenly aware of my growing arousal.
"Yes," I tell him honestly. "I liked touching you when they couldn't see. They had no idea I would touch my stepbrother's cock."
"You're a bad girl, Ashley," Ryan squeezes my nipples, pinching them playfully. "And I think you need to be punished."
If I wasn't paying attention before, I certainly am now. I whirl around to face him, but he starts kissing me before I can speak. Hot and passionate, he squeezes my ass and pulls me closer to himself before I finally manage to ask my question.
"How are you going to punish me, Ryan?" I've slept with a lot of guys. None of them have ever been into punishment, even when I've asked. The one boyfriend I managed to convince to spank me touched me so lightly I felt like he was petting a cat: not spanking his naughty, naughty girlfriend.
Now that I'm alone with Ryan, here in the kitchen, under the threat of punishment, I'm getting wet. My pussy tightens at the thought of his firm hand against me.
I wonder if he's going to tie me up.
I wonder if he's going to make me beg for it.
No matter what he does, I know that I'm going to enjoy it just as much as he does.
"Upstairs," Ryan tells me. "Go to your room and undress. Wait for me there."
I nod and turn to leave, but he grabs my arm before I can leave.
"And Ashley?"
"Yes?"
"No getting started without me."
8.
Each step toward my room feels like a mile. It only takes me a few minutes to get inside my bedroom and undress, but it feels like I've been away from Ryan for hours when I finally get naked and climb onto the bed.
I realize, as I wait, that I don't know how I should be waiting for him. Should I lie down on the bed? Should I sit? Should I be kneeling with my hands behind my back?
Before I can worry too much, the door opens and Ryan enters. He closes the door silently behind himself before walking over to me. I bite my lip as I watch him slowly take his shoes off one by one, then his shirt, then his pants.
When he's in his boxers, he sits down on the bed and pulls me over his lap.
Quietly, Ryan begins to rub my ass slowly.
"You've been bad, Ashley," he says again.