Julie fidgeted as she sat at the bar with him, still blushing even though she'd had nothing to drink, nothing alcoholic anyhow. She couldn't stop thinking of him, of how he dealt with that absoluteassholeDuane, after so many years of bothering her when she had been in high school. And that punch he took? Not a mark...
"Wish they had absinthe, that's some fancy shit. It's clear green but when you mix a bit of water into that strong stuff, it... I can't remember the word, but like, it turns all foggy and light-green and-"
"Chris-."
"Yeah, what's up?" he asked, leaning against the bar and looking to the beautiful girl beside him.
"Maybe we could... stay here for a little bit... maybe."
"Well what'dya mean? Wearehere, hah-hah!" he chuckled.
"I mean... maybe...stayhere... just... for a... little..."
"Mmh?" He was starting to catch on. You mean..." He jabbed a thumb in the direction of the clear doors to the lobby of the hotel.
"Well... if you... want...?" she offered, looking him in the eye.
"Jules... are you-?"
His question was cut off as she touched his arm and lowered her head briefly in a solemn nod before gazing up at him again.
"But..." He spoke lowly, "Your first-?"
"I-if you... want..." She let his arm go and turned to face the bar properly, her cheeks red, not wanting to press the matter any further. Even feeling slightly ashamed at it, at her blatant flirtation and suggesting...that...but damn. Never, ever, had she ever met someone in person that she felt so utterly attracted to. Step-brother or no... being around Chris was making her virginity seem less like a 'meh' thing and more like a 'Okay, I think I'm ready to throw this the heck out and advance things with daddy...'
Chris felt his cock twitch, and then throb as it began to harden. He looked at her outline, her cute little nose, her small and vulnerable frame, her vulnerability, the subtle signs of her arousal... laying that punk out and scaring his two friends really had an impact on her.
On some level, he felt he shouldn't... but lust and desire rendered that level of feeling very weak and easily ignored.
It suddenly became apparent to Christopher that he had not properly laid with and fucked a woman in... a long-ass time. Like, an 'are you gay' amount of time, and he knew from his time locked up... it was not the case, and he suddenly feltextremelyhungry. Not for drunk munchies, something greasy and unhealthy. No... his step-sister's sweet little fuckin' pussy, which by the sounds of it... unless he was mistaken, he was sensing that she wanted more than just his fingers or tongue.
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He felt her up outside of her clothes as they embraced, sucking face wildly as she hummed a moan with every breath. He thrust his hips forth and grind against her, his hardness, which he felt her grasp and stroke from outside of his pants.
Her breasts were lain bare and she felt him suckle them, one after another, transitioning from the warmth of her bra to the relative coolness in comparison to the air of the fancy hotel room, to the heat and suction of his mouth.
It felt unbelievable with how horny she was.
A fire glowed warmth from the gas-fueled fixture in the room which with the lights turned down provided a decent portion of the illumination. In the flickering firelight, they both had articles of clothing slip off, one by one, their silhouettes at the center of the king-sized bed projected onto the wall beside them. His large form hovering over her narrow one, her legs resting on his hips, his erection twitching above her naval, her supple breasts tipped with hard nipples.
"Nervous?" Chris asked, his manhood resting on her smooth tummy as he held himself up with one hand beside her, his other reaching to her blonde hair where he stroked her.
"M-mmh, hahh," She panted, feeling so hot and riled up, "I-it..." Julie looked down at his length, wrapped her fingers around its vividly warm and twitching mass, giving it some gentle and slow strokes. "I don't know if... it'll all... fit."
"I know, sweetheart... I'll be gentle. We're in no rush... and we can stop at any time if you want."
"Thanks..." She watched his broad, tattooed, and muscled form lower to her, and he took her lips in his. She began to stroke his cock more rapidly. It's not like she hadn't considered the idea of... well, he's the only guy she's ever done sexual stuff with. Handjobs, blowjobs, receiving and giving orgasms, tasting cum for the first time, and so on.Naturally,she's thought about it before... but that doesn't mean it prepared her for the actual main event.
"H'rrrrrrrgh..." He groaned a deep and gravelly moan as he hung his head next to hers, his hips beginning to move as he felt her strokes on his manhood, her two dainty little hands stirring him up, like a naughty little witch stirring a cauldron to summon a large, powerful, handsome servant.
Well, he fancied himself as being 'handsome' anyways, but the other adjectives went without saying.
A merry tingle went up Julie's spine as she heard his deep growl-like noise next to her ear, knowing it was in direct connection with her hands at work on his member.
"Chris..." she whispered, "Daddy... are you going to put it in?"
"Yes, babygirl... I'll put it in... you sure you want your first time to be with me?"