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  I wanted to devour her mouth, to suck her up and taste all of her essence, but I settled for a firm, yet gentle, kiss for our first one. She sighed softly, her lips molding to mine, as her tongue stroked mine cautiously and carefully. She kissed a bit like a virgin, but I knew she couldn’t be. I suspected it was more of a getting-to-know-you kind of kiss, as she explored the boundaries between us. For my part, there shouldn’t be boundaries. I wanted to put my mark on her and make sure she never forgot me.

  Before I could help myself, I deepened the kiss, making it fierce and demanding. She stiffened for a second, and then her mouth softened again, and she molded her lips to mine. She never protested as I really devoured her mouth, biting and licking her tongue and her lips. It was a natural action for my mouth to slide lower, down her neck to the fragile straps of the white négligée she wore. Adrenaline surged through me, and rather than pull it off nicely, I grabbed the straps and ripped.

  That brought back a bit of awareness, and I glanced at her to make sure she was okay with the turn of events. Her lips were parted, her eyes half-mast, and she looked excited beyond belief. Apparently, she didn’t mind the animal side of my nature that surged from time to time.

  Reassured, I also ripped off the other strap and tossed the wasted scrap of fabric behind my back. She was as naked as me, except for a tiny little pair of panties that matched the négligée. I couldn’t wait to rip them off with my teeth.

  Forcing myself to go slowly, I spent a few moments exploring her tender breasts. They were small, but just the perfect palm full, and her nipples were long, hard, and super responsive. The slightest flick of my tongue made her shiver, and when I bit down with more force, grazing the sides of the bud, she whimpered and arched against me, her fingers burying themselves in my hair. That reminded me I still hadn’t confined her.

  Somehow, I managed to tear myself away from her breasts to lift one of her wrists. I watched her carefully the entire time, looking for signs of reluctance or withdrawn consent, but she seemed confident in her decision. I fastened the first, and she just smiled at me. Even when I had confined the second wrist, she didn’t seem nervous. Perhaps a little anxious, but I supposed that would be expected if you’d never been tied up before by someone.

  “Am I your first?”

  Her eyes widened. “You mean my first lover? No, of course not.”

  I laughed, though I didn’t like the twinge of possessiveness that shot through me at the idea of some other creep having touched her. “No, I meant am I the first guy with whom you’ve played these games? Or do you regularly let yourself be tied up?”

  “It’s the first time I’ve done it, but certainly not the first time I’ve imagined doing it.” She winked at me.

  Damn, she was brave. Sexy. Adventurous. Fucking beautiful. She was the kind of girl that got to a guy, and I didn’t want to be gotten to. I wanted to fuck her and run when this was over. I’d have to remind myself of that and keep us both on track for a short-term fling and nothing more. Right now, her sweet pussy beckoned though, and I was far more interested in it than setting boundaries for our relationship.

  I rasped a tongue down one of her nipples as I scooted down her body, trailing my tongue over her abdomen and making a pleased sound when I found her belly ring. She didn’t seem like the type to have one, so it was a nice surprise. I liked piercings. I didn’t actually have any myself, but I liked a girl to be pierced. I loved a nipple piercing, or a belly button piercing, and I’d even had a couple girls with clit piercings.

  They were fun to play with and seemed to drive the girls wild. As I ripped off her underwear with my teeth, a move that made her groan low and thrust against me forcefully, I briefly imagined finding a surprise clit piercing.

  However, as soon as I saw that pink flawlessness, I couldn’t imagine marring her perfect pussy with anything, even a decorative stud through her clit. I pulled open her folds, just eyeing her pink depths for a long moment as my mouth watered and my cock leaked pre-cum. She looked delicious, and she smelled even better. Her scent was intoxicating, and I breathed in deeply as my head lowered toward her slit.

  She had shaved or waxed recently. I think waxed, but I wasn’t entirely certain. Either way, she was smooth and hairless, the quintessential wet dream. When her folds were back together, her little clit peeked out shyly, but spread open as she was now, I could see every detail, including her swollen clitoris and enlarged hood. She was weeping fluid, and I bent to taste her, tongue lapping up each trail of her juices. She whimpered and cried out, her hips lifting her sweet pussy even closer against my face.

  Like a man starving, I dug in, tasting and licking every little part of her. I soon discovered she liked it when I flicked my tongue under her clit instead of across it, and it drove her mad when I thrust three fingers into her slippery folds while circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. My cock was hard and aching as I licked her, lapping at her heat before sucking hard on her sensitive nub.

  She came with an enchanting little cry that turned into a hybrid of my name mixed with a moan. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I drank greedily, determined to catch every drop. It seemed to be a never-ending flow, and even after she’d come on my tongue once more, she was still plenty wet and ready for my cock.

  I wasn’t ready for that yet though. There were toys I wanted to try. I’d played with some of these with other girls, but never one as seemingly wholesome and fresh-faced as my sweet little stepsister, who clearly wasn’t all that sweet. She was a kinky bitch, and I was just the dirty bastard to match her.

  I lifted one of the butt plugs, selecting a small one, because I assumed she had never played with them before. Her eyes were wide, her expression shadowed with apprehension, but she didn’t protest when I pressed the smooth purple cylinder into her slick folds. After it was nice and lubricated with her own juices, I carefully pulled it out and brought it to her little rosette. As I pressed the smooth head against her puckered hole, she seemed to take in a deep breath and tense. “Relax and bear down. It’ll be easier that way.”

  A small nod indicated she’d heard me, and I could feel her muscles relaxing and the ring of resistance pushing outward as I slowly slid the cylinder inside her. Her greedy little ass took it easily, sucking it in to the base, and I smiled at her. “You’re a natural at this,” I praised.

  Suddenly, it wasn’t the little purple cylinder I saw in her ass, but my big, hard cock taking her anal virginity. I felt positively caveman-like at the idea of being the first one to take her there, to mark my territory and make sure she never forgot me.

  She was shaking and gasping, clearly enjoying the experience though it was foreign to her. She watched with evident surprise as I unfastened her wrists. She rubbed them lightly, though I knew I hadn’t confined her tightly enough to hurt or cut off circulation. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded, giving me a shy smile. “Pretty darned okay.”

  Her charming answer made me laugh, and once the amusement had fled, I told her, “Turn around and get on your knees. Put your head on the pillow and your hands behind your back.”

  If she had protested, I certainly would have listened. This was fun and games, not my way or the highway. Apparently, Mia had a submissive side she wanted to embrace, because she obeyed my directions without question or hesitation.

  When I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, it had grown again at the sight of her on her knees with her ass in the air, hands behind her back. I could see her sweet pussy dribbling juices everywhere, and the sight of the butt plug filling her ass sent a pulse through my dick.

  I couldn’t wait any longer, and it took my last ounce of self-control to fasten the handcuffs around her wrists. I wished I had my camera, though I suspected she wouldn’t consent to that anyway. Damn, it was a tragedy, because the sight was a masterpiece that I would love to immortalize.

  I got on my knees between her thighs, my cock homing in instinctively to her cunt. Heat extended outward, and she was slick and
dripping on my bare skin.

  That was a wake-up call, since I’d never had sex with a woman without a condom before, even during the occasional relationships that I would consider long-term—meaning it lasted at least two weeks. With my history, and the line of work I’d once been in, I had gotten into the habit of using protection every time all the time. With her, I just wanted to plunge in blindly, and that was scary to my logical side, though the caveman side of me I hadn’t really embraced it until now was urging me to fuck her hard and come inside her until my cum was streaming out her pussy.

  Summoning some self-restraint, I asked, “Are you on the pill or anything?”

  When she nodded, my cock could have sung “Hallelujah” all by itself. Still, I hesitated. “I’ve had a recent checkup, and I know I’m clean. I’ll wear a condom if you want me to, or if there’s a need for it?”

  She shook her head. “I always use a condom, along with birth control. It’s safe, and I really want to feel just you inside me.” She sounded aroused, surprised, and maybe even a little self-conscious by the admission.

  All I heard were the angels singing in my head, and my cock with its chorus of hallelujah, as I plunged into her wet heat. Her sheath clung to me, and she was so wet I slid in and out easily. She wasn’t too wet though. She was just perfect—tight, hot, and slick perfection.

  With the butt plug-in, she was also even tighter than she probably would have been otherwise, and I was aware of her lower muscles clenching each time I thrust into her. I wanted to go slowly with her, to make sure she was fine and comfortable, but I couldn’t seem to rein in the impulse to fuck like a wild animal.

  I pounded into her hard, my fingers almost bruising her hips in the process. Mia never complained, and she didn’t ask me to stop. In fact, she met each of my thrusts with an enthusiastic one of her own, and I was aware of her contacting around me at least once as she came while I continued to thrust in and out of her.

  Finally, I could stand the pleasure no longer, though paradoxically, I didn’t want it to end. My orgasm tore through me despite my best efforts, my cock hardening and twitching as I came inside, filling her with stream after stream of my seed. It was amazing and completely different than any sex I’d ever had before, always with a condom acting as a barrier.

  With Mia, there were no barriers, and as I grudgingly pulled out and unfastened her handcuffs and removed the plug before I took her into my arms, I realize that extended beyond physical. In a completely un-dick-like move that was nothing like me, I pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead and pulled her against me, intent on sleeping with her in my arms. There were no barriers between us, and it was a good thing physically, but scared the shit out of me emotionally.

  I didn’t want to fall for my stepsister. That would be madness.

  She cuddled closer to me, and a sense of peace and contentment swept over me. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. I surrendered to an easier sleep than I’d found in a long time, knowing her presence was the reason why I was so restful.

  Fuck, I was in trouble.

  8

  Mia

  I was sore in places I hadn’t even known existed. I felt battered and broken, and a quick glance at my hips revealed light bruise marks from his fingers. I’d never realized what a workout great sex could be, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

  Of course he wasn’t beside me, but I wasn’t surprised. What surprised me was how aroused I became again at the memory of everything we had done to each other last night. I considered getting out of bed and tracking down Paxton for another go, but couldn’t wait that long. Instead, I rummaged in my nightstand drawer for my trusty vibrator.

  I was still slick from combination of arousal and old release, so the vibrator glided inside me easily. Of course it did, because it was no match for Paxton’s cock, which was easily the largest I’d ever taken. Surrendering to memories of how he had taken me, I moaned and shifted the vibrator to provide more friction against my clit. I was on the edge of coming when the door opened, making me jerk with surprise.

  I wasn’t the only one surprised, as Paxton stood there with the breakfast tray, his eyebrows inching up toward his hairline at the sight before him. Embarrassed, I shut off the vibrator and started to put it away.

  “No, don’t stop on my account.” He walked closer, setting the tray on the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed—at the foot of the bed, where his vantage point would allow him to see the full show.

  Despite everything we had done with each other last night, I was still self-conscious. I’d certainly never masturbated in front of someone before, unless I counted that little stunt a couple days ago when I had used the wall between us to let him know exactly what I was doing. This was still so much more intimate and embarrassing than that had been. Hesitantly, I took the vibrator and returned it to its former spot, turned it on, and glided the toy across my clit, deciding not to penetrate this time.

  “That is a sexy sight, beautiful. I think the only thing I like more is my cock inside of you instead of that toy of yours.” He stood up, stripping off his clothes quickly, and I knew I was in for around two.

  Just the thought sent me over the edge, and I cried out as I came. It was an intense climax, but over quickly, like most of my toy-induced orgasms. It wasn’t the drawn-out kind like he could inspire, and I couldn’t wait to surrender to him again.

  I wondered what toys he would use this time, but to my surprise, Paxton simply lifted me off the bed, laid down, and pulled me atop him. His cock was hard and ready, and I knelt between his legs, my pussy poised to take him.

  Instead, I scooted down a bit farther and bent my head, wanting to taste. It was hard to fit all of him in my mouth, but I persisted, lubricating the tip of the head with my tongue as he groaned and writhed beneath me. I loved having that kind of power over him, but I would never abuse it. I would only use it for pleasure, just as he had done for me the night before when he had controlled me so effortlessly with his mouth.

  I sucked him for a few minutes, licking the underside and pressing my tongue against his weeping slit to catch every drop of his delicious pre-cum. When his balls felt hard in my hand, and his shaft started twitching, I pulled away. He groaned, looking put out, until I shifted position to sit on him, guiding his cock into my slit.

  He filled me just as he had last night, perhaps even more so in this position. My sore body protested for a minute, trying to convince me I didn’t want to have sex right now, but I ignored the twinge of discomfort. I certainly wanted to have sex, and I wanted to have Paxton inside me. It was worth a brief flash of discomfort when he was fully seated in my pussy. Slowly, I rode him, making sure we each felt every inch as I moved up and down. He clutched my thighs, either considerately avoiding slightly sore spots on my hips, or simply because they were the easiest parts to grasp.

  Our pace was slow and steady, as gentle as we had been yet, and when my orgasm unfurled, it was slow and sweet and long. He twitched inside me before his erection spasmed, and he came. It was just as amazing as it had been last night to feel a bare cock come inside me. I certainly understood the need for condoms, but I wasn’t at all regretful that he and I were making love without any of those barriers.

  No, I couldn’t call it making love. I had to keep the urge to romanticize this in check. There was nothing that suggested any kind of permanency about our arrangement, and I knew Paxton would likely be gone just as soon as Laura passed away—or within days. I couldn’t imagine my dad would actually kick him out the minute his mother died. I didn’t know what was the history between them those two, but my dad wasn’t that cruel. Was he?

  Afterward, we curled together on the bed and shared the breakfast he’d made, feeding each other and talking. It was just lighthearted chatter, but I couldn’t help feeling closer to him by the time we dragged ourselves from the bed and into the shower.

  I definitely had to keep my emotions in check, because Paxton could be very dangerous. Not because he was a figh
ter, but because he was a lover too. My lover, and I didn’t want to surrender to some girlish urge to embrace a fantasy that could never be reality.

  9

  Paxton

  I felt invigorated, like I did after a long run or an intense workout at the gym. There was none of the bone-deep fatigue that often accompanied the adrenaline rush of a fight, whether I won or lost. I just felt…happy. I wasn’t totally unaccustomed to the emotion, but that I could feel happy in this house, near the presence of the most disgusting piece of filth that had ever lived, was an insane turn of events.

  Almost as insane as sleeping with my stepsister.

  Not that I regretted it, not even a little bit. In fact, I couldn’t wait to do it again. When Mia and I had been in the shower, it had taken every ounce of self-control not to take her again. It was only because I realized she was sore that I had held off. I was hoping she would feel better by tonight, but if not, I could control my animal urges at least another day.

  When I entered my mom’s room, her nurse was just finishing up her bath, wiping down Laura’s face, and she nodded to me with a friendly smile. She was probably ten years older than me, but there was a hint of interest in the nurse’s eyes. I didn’t feel even a twinge of curiosity or a twitch of my dick. I was too consumed with thoughts of Mia to have any interest in other women.

  Man, that wasn’t a good sign.

  My mom’s eyes were bright, and she seemed alert today, indicating her pain medicine must be working, at least for now. I sat down in the chair beside her bed, asking, “Have you eaten anything?”

  She gave me the ghost of a smile, her painfully cracked lips curving upward just a bit. I winced along with her, because I could see the pain even a simple smile caused her. Right then, I couldn’t wait for her to die. That sounded terrible, but I didn’t mean it in a heartless way. There was nothing that was going to make her better. At least after she was gone, she wouldn’t hurt anymore. While she was still here with me though, I was determined to take advantage of it and spend as much time with her as possible. I still felt so guilty that I had let eleven years lapse without trying to contact her.