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Primal play is a type of BDSM that focuses on the raw feelings and actions that are evoked by natural impulses and urges.

We all have urges and impulses. Things we want or need, like and itch that needs scratched. For some, it might be the domination of another person, others it's the thrill of being dominated.

Both options are rooted in trust and control. Trusting someone else enough to turn over full control of your body and mind to them in the journey to achieve of carnal pleasure.

That pleasure can be derived from living in that moment or even the spontaneity of the situation. Trusting in where it'll lead you, savoring that adrenaline rush one gets from the unknown. The unknown of what's next to come. It can be utterly euphoric.

Such a thrill can start early on in life. A simple game of tag or hide and seek, gives us that high from the thrill of the chase, or maybe for others, it’s the act of being chased.

For me, it all started when I was just a kid. A simple game of chase through the woods between two step sublings on one of our many camping trips.

Bernard Covington married my mother a few short months before our first trip. These trips became a summer tradition for our blended family, even when mom and Bernard were simply dating.

Jackson Michael Covington, is Bernard's son and my step brother, who’s a year older than me. Our parents, still in their honeymoon phase, would send us off to play in the woods, giving them time to get in a quickie. A few years later we finally caught onto their ruse.

I remember the day as clear as a bell, I'd tripped on a stump, twisted my ankle in a game of tag, and Jax helped me hobble back to camp.

As we approached, my mom was screaming from their tent. The dwelling was jerking back and forth. So my first thought was that she was in trouble.

"Jax! What's happening?!"

He leans me against a large rock. "Shhh! Shut up Ellie" he says pulling me to the ground behind the rock.

“No! LET ME GO! Bernard's hurting my mom, I have to help her!" I tug my arm trying to break free from his grip.

“He's not hurting her you dumbass" he snickers.

"Yes, he is! She's screaming!" At the time Jax was almost 17, and I had just turned 16 a few days before. He was your typical teenage boy, already knowing what sex looked and sounded like thanks to the internet. I, on the other hand, had just stopped playing Barbies. Still sheltered from such things.

"He's fucking her, brat. Just like I'm gonna do to you some day." He always called me a brat. I hated it back then, but now it's become a term of endearment. I was so intrigued by mom and Bernard's show that I didn't even pay attention to what Jax had said about fucking me someday.

The tent flaps bounced open with every lunge of his body. Mom's feet rested on Bernard's shoulders and his back faced us, he was on his knees thrusting himself into her.

I still remember the sounds he evoked from her clear as a bell. Scary at first, but once I heard the entire act happening, his grunts included, it was the first time I can remember ever being wet.

That was also the first time I ever witnessed Jax pop a boner. I tried not to look at it, but couldn’t help my curiousity. The sight of the bulge in his jeans made my mouth water. I should have known then I was on a one way train to hell.

Jax studied me as we watched and listened to my mom and Bernard going at it. I'll never forget the moment Bernard finally came. How every muscle in his back tightened up, his body rigidly flexing, drenched in sweat, it made my girly parts throb with their own heartbeat.

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"Hot, isn't it Ellie?" I felt Jax's eyes devouring me as his hand rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. "Shut up dickhead, it's gross. You're gross! That's our parents in that tent."

"I forgot, this is the first time you've seen this show. I'm used to it, they go at it a lot, I love to watch. Your mom's got the best set of tits, better than any others I've seen." Jax laughs.

“UGH! You do realize how fucked up that is, don't you?! She's your stepmom!"

"Step, not my real mom, just like you're not my real sister. I can't wait to see if you get her tits someday. Why don't you show 'em to me right now. I wanna see how things are progressing" he smirks.

“I hate you, you'll never see my boobs you sick fuck" I scoff.

"Quit acting so high and mighty Ellie. I saw the way you were biting your lip when my dad blew his load. You were totally checking him out." He says. My heart starts to race and my cheeks flush red.

“Was not!" I hiss back.

He stands up forcing his bulge eye level to my face. I want to look away, I really do. This isn't right, and deep down I know that. But my eyes are curiously drawn to it. I wonder if he's big compared to other guys? I wonder what it looks like. I've only ever imagined what a real penis could look like, picturing it to be kind of like a hot dog.

As I said, I was sheltered as a kid. We all know that poor Ken doesn't have any junk in his pants to satisfy Barbie.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours" Jax says with a cocky grin.

“You're such a pig" I huff trying to make my way up to my feet. But he shoves me back down and just stares at me, bringing his hand up to my face.

His thumb rubs across my bottom lip. "Can I put my dick in your mouth Ellie?" He asks rubbing himself.

“If you even try it, I'll bite it off jerkwad!"

He forces his thumb into my mouth. "Suck it" he says to me. Something about the way he's looking down at me, bossing me around, it's has my body feeling weird things. I want to do what he says, but this isn't right. He's my step brother for crying out loud!

"Don't you love me Ellie?" He asks.

“Yes" I mutter feeling my chest tightening. I'm scared, my stomach is full of butterflies, but there's this need gnawing away at my brain, along with other parts of my body, to do as I’m told.

I do love Jax and I always try to make him happy, because he thinks I'm a spoiled brat. So, I want to please him more than anything.

"Come on brat, it'll make me happy" he says. He always has a way of pulling things I'm thinking right out of my head. I wrap my lips around his thumb and start sucking it. He rubs his hand over the front of his pants, up and down.

“Fuck that feels so good brat, use your tongue, lick it like and ice cream cone."

As soon as I do, he yanks his thumb out of my mouth, then quickly turns his body away from me, grunting. "Ahhh, oh god...UH!"

Looking back now, I realize, that he creamed his jeans. At the time, I thought I'd hurt him, or did something wrong. He ran off right after that to hide in his tent.

That night, I couldn't sleep. The more I thought about everything I witnessed earlier in the day, the more uncomfortable my girly parts became.

Everything ached, I felt like I needed to be touched. This torturous agony went on all day. The heartbeat between my legs throbbed relentlessly every time I saw Jax. I must have changed my damp underwear at least three times that day.

I wandered out of my tent to get a bottle of water from the cooler. That's when I noticed Jax's tent shifting. So, I sat down at the picnic table, took a drink, and watched as his silhouette shifted in the shadows.

His head was down, then I noticed the outline of his hand swiftly moving back and forth. I crept closer, around to the back of the tent. The windows of the tents faced the trees, lucky for me that night his was open. So, I hid behind a tree, watching, now fully able to see what exaclty he was doing.

Jax’s hand was wrapped around his penis and he was sliding it up and down. I was intridued at how long it was, it stuck out over the top of his hand. I stared at the slow methodical movements of it gliding back and forth as he tighyly gripped it.

At this point my underwear was drenched with arousal. His eyes were closed, and his head was tipped backwards.

It was in that moment that I looked past his penis, noticing the way ab muscles his tightened. I'd never looked at Jax that way before. It felt dirty, like what I was doing was really wrong, but I couldn't stop. He was so handsome, and I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to touch his penis, to feel it. An overwhelming curiosity bloomed inside of me.

He started to groan, jerking his hand faster and harder. "Oh fuck brat, lick my cock" he moaned. I gasped, my eyes widened with shock hearing his forbidden words.

My thighs clenched and I whimpered, fighting the overwhelming urge to touch myself.

Just as my hand slipped into the front of my shorts, Jax grunted, just like earlier by the rock before he ran off. The top of his penis oozed with a creamy white goo that spilled all over his hand. Then his body completely stilled, everything except his heaving bare chest. He wiped both of his hand and his penis off on a sock, then let out a heavy sigh.

I quietly crept back to my own tent feeling all kinds of things. Confused, curious, wet, very horney, ashamed, and even somewhat tired. As I climbed into my sleeping bag, I shoved my favorite teddy bear, Mr. Bearsy between my thighs in an attempt to quell the annoying throb that was pinging from my girly parts.

But within minutes, his hard button snout was pressed against my private parts, and I was rocking my hips back and forth. The need for friction against my aching sex was too much. My breathing picked up, my heart thumped in my chest, and an unfamiliar knot formed in my stomach. All I could think of was the sight of Jax rubbing his penis.

I grabbed Mr. Bearsy by the ears, and pressed him tighter against me. But it still wasn't enough, so I slid my shorts and panties down needing to feel that cold, hard nose right up against my flesh.

I slid him back up between my legs, jerking my hips harder once his button nose was against my skin. "Jax" I whispered imagining that it was him.

His hard nose rubbed directly up against my most sensitive spot. Suddenly, a rush of elation burst through my body. My chest tightened up as my heart thumped rapidly, like it was trying to escape my chest. I whimpered and moaned, my body trembled, and my private parts pulsated.

I pulled Mr. Bearsy out my sleeping bag, as a feeling of guilt washed over me. I was sick, there must be something wrong with me. His face was covered in my wetness, just like Jax's hand was. I was so ashamed of what I’d done, it felt so dirty.

I pulled up my shorts and scurried out of my tent, throwing Mr. Bearsy onto what was left of the campfire. Then I rushed back to my tent before anyone could see me.

The next morning, Bernard was cooking breakfast when I woke. Immediately, my eyes went straight to the coals looking for any sign of last night's evidence. Thankfully, my poor Mr. Bearsy's untimely demise had gone unnoticed.

We enjoyed a normal breakfast as a family, even if I was wrought with guilt the entire time for of what I’d done to my poor teddy bear.

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"Brat, let's go play in the creek after breakfast" Jax says with a mischievous grin as a bite of cereal drops from his mouth.

“Nah, I don't feel like it" I shrug. I brought a swimsuit, but I'm way too embarrassed to wear it. Mom bought it for me a few years earlier, before I grew boobs.

Now, it's a bit too revealing, especially after hearing Jax's boob comments yesterday. So, I'm completely self conscious about wearing it around him.

"Don't be such a damn baby, I told you there's no leeches in the creek" he sighs.

“Shut up, I don't care about the leeches" I snap back.

“Then what is it? Did you get your rag or something?"

"Son! That's enough! Leave Ellie be, if she doesn't want to go then don't harass her about it" Bernard scolds.

“No, it's okay Mr. Covington, I'll go" I sigh.

"Sweetheart, it's been 3 years, I told you, you can call me Bernard or dad" he smiles taking my hand. But its wasn’t in a creepy way, even though I do feel things now in my stomach after watching him and my mom having sex. I'm not sure if I'll ever look at Bernard the same way again.

“Dad" I giggle blushing.

"Come on shit stain, get changed before it gets too hot out here" Jax grumbles slapping me in the head.

“JACKSON! Apologize this instant!" Bernard yells.

“No way, that's what little sisters are for, to pick on" he laughs as he jogs off to his tent.

A half an hour later, Jax and I are standing on the bank of the creek. He pulls off his T-shirt and rushes into the water. I, on the other hand, stand there awkwardly trying to decide between swimming with a T-shirt on, or to take it off and risk his comments.

"Hurry the fuck up, brat! Don't make me come throw you in" he shouts splashing water at me.

“Leave me alone asshole!" I huff as my hands fidget with the hem of my T-shirt. To taunt me, Jax starts to hum sexy stripper music and wiggles his eyebrows in a perverse way.

I jump in with my T-shirt still on. "Oh come on! I've seen you in a swimsuit before dumb dumb. Lose the shirt!" He says grabbing the back of it as he tries to tug it up over my head.

“STOP IT JAX!"

But he overpowers me, quickly jerking the shirt from my body. I slink under the water and hide.

“Oh no you don't" he laughs grabbing me by the wrists. Then he proceeds to drag me up out of the water, forcing both of my hands behind my back, as he pulls me into his chest.

Immediately, his eyes drop, taking notice of my boobs. "HOLY SHIT BRAT! Where the hell did those come from?!"

"Let me go Jackson!" I yell.

“Let me touch 'em, please!" He begs.

“No, you stupid pervert!" I squeal as I try and break free of his arms.

He shoves me away from him, then dunks me under the water. I bounce back up coughing and choking.

“YOU ASSHOLE!" I yell splashing him in the face.

“You fucking brat!.You'd better run Ellie! If I catch you before you reach camp, I'm grabbing those delicious looking tits!" He threatens.

"God, you're such a fucking creep!" I grit out angrily.

“5 second head start Ells! Get going!" He maniacally grins. "5...4..." he then starts counting.

I dash out of the water, feet hitting the dirt of the bank for not even a millisecond, then I take off running like the wind dripping wet, and barefoot, through the woods.

“3! 2! 1! Here I come little brat!" His voice echoes between the trees somehwhere behind me.

I run faster than I've ever have in my life. With each step, the ground thumps beneath me. My lungs burn from the warm summer heat, which quickly dries the dampness of the creek water from my bathing suit. But unfortunately, another type of dampness has formed.

The faster my heart races, the wetter my bottoms become. I start to get those same feelings that I felt last night while Mr. Bearsy was between my thighs. So I pause, searching for a place to hide. My eyes scour the landscape, until I spot a cave.

"You're so fucking terrible at this game, little sis. I'm just following the trail of water" Jax shouts closing in on me.

I rush towards the cave for shelter. It's dark, but the temperature of the air inside is so much cooler than out in the woods.

I slide further in, with my back pressed tightly against the wall, trying to stifle my heavy breathing.

“This is like shooting fish in a barrel, Ells! Too fucking easy. God...I can't wait to get my hands on your hot, perky tits! I might even suck on 'em. That's if you're a good girl" he hollers from the cave entrance.

I hold my breath, hoping that he can't hear me as he creeps through the opening of the cave.

“One, Two, Jackson's coming for you, three, four, I'm gonna fuck you like a whore..." then he boisterously laughs.

We had just watched Nightmare on Elm Street last week, so he thinks he's funny by singing that. But his words feel like a bolt of lightning ripping through my body, zapping me right between my thighs.

"You can't hide from me Ellie, I will always find you. That's a promise. No matter how far you run, or how good you hide, your big brother will always be lurking." He purrs as he inches closer.

Then he stops, just a few feet away from me. He still can't see me hiding against the wall but I'm running out of air from holding my breath. The throbbing that I feel between my thighs is getting worse and is extremely annoying.

The cave goes silent, my vision starts to blacken in the corners, then stars burst in my eyes as everything starts to feel woozy. I can't fight it any longer...so I breathe. From that breath on, my life would never be the same again.

Jax grabs me by the waist, pins me against the cold rough wall of the cave, then he slams his lips against mine. My first kiss and it’s from my own step brother.

My mouth hangs open with shock, his tongue invades it, slithering against mine. It's an odd sensation that causes the throbbing between my legs to intensify, now it’s completely uncomfortable. His mouth and tongue are warm and wet and my pulse races, as my stomach does somersaults.

In that moment, Jax, once again, reads my mind. His knee pushes up between my legs, giving me the relief that my body so desperately needs. I rub myself against it rocking my hips, then wrap my arms tightly around his neck.

He slides both of his hands up to my breasts. "Oh brat, these tits are so fucking beautiful" he moans as he stops kissing me.

Then he looks down at my chest, his fingertips firmly dig into my fleshy mounds. I love how his touch feels, it’s so different from when I touch them myself. The foreign sensation encourages my hips to grind my sweet spot harder against his knee.

His grip loosens, his hands draw back, and now my nipples are now poking out through the fabric of my bikini top. He lightly pinches them with two fingers making me moan.

He keeps his eyes fixed on my face the entire time. I rock my hips faster, sliding myself over the bone of his knee, I like how it feels prodding against me. Then in that moment I feel his penis poking against my thigh.

"Fuck Ellie, look how much your body needs me. You've made my dick so damn hard." He moans kissing me again. His fingers roll my nipples between them, then he pushes my bikini top to the sides of my breasts, completely exposing them.

"No Jax" I moan, but in my brain I'm screaming YES, YES, YES MORE!

His teeth tug at my bottom lip, then he whispers in my ear "touch my cock with your hand, brat. See what you do to me." I'm ansolultely terrified to touch it, not because of what might happen, that part excites me, but because I'm scared that I might actually enjoy it. He takes my hand in his, then guides it down into the front of his swim trunks.

First, my fingers graze the tip, it's wet, seeping with dampness. Then they shift lower, it feels strange. His skin is so soft, but there's a stiff muscle just beneath it the surface. Ropy veins climb up the sides of it like a vine.

"Grab it Ellie, wrap your hand all the way around me" he moans with a shaky breath. More wetness drips from the top, making my hand slick as I start to rub him.

His hands now grip my hips, guiding them so thay he can control my rocking against his knee. "Chasing you did this to me. I knew once I caught you, I could have my way with you, that made me so fucking hard!"

I squeeze him with my hand. Suddenly, I feel that familiar feeling that Mr. Bearsy's nose brought out of me last night. My stomach tightens, and it becomes hard to breathe.

“Jax, what's happening?" I question in a panicked tone.

“You're gonna cum for me, sis."

He wraps one of his hands overtop of mine, shifitng it up and down his dick faster. "Oh fuck Ellie, rub your pussy against me harder" he grunts. His brash words making the butterflies in my gut flutter faster.

I'm starting to like when he says dirty words to me. I move my hips faster and harder, until I come apart, crying out and gasping for air. My whole body trembles and my bikini bottoms are even wetter than before, but now they’re sticky as well.

"That was so hot, don't stop moving your hand brat, keep rubbing my dick" he huffs closing his eyes. I move my hand faster and harder, then lean forward and kiss him. His free hand grabs my cheek and his hot breath pants into my mouth.

"You love me Ellie?" He asks barely able to get the words out.

“Yes Jax" I reply between kisses. "Say it, tell me how much you love your big brother." He grunts.

“I love you Jax!" I proclaim.

Just as I say it, his penis squirts white, creamy goo out and it lands all over my hand and stomach.

"Damn! That was so fucking hot!" He laughs gasping for breath. He slides his finger through the goo on my stomach, then holds it up to my mouth.

“Taste it" he tells me as he slathers it over my lips.

“EW! NO!" I scoff pushing his hand away.

“If you love me, then you'll taste it brat" he grins.

The way his blue eyes twinkle in the darkness as he stares at me, makes me smile. It's right then that I realize that I would do anything my step brother asked me to. I do love him, but now those feelings are much deeper and more complicated.

I lick the salty cream from my lips, then grab his fingers and pull them into my mouth, sucking it all off. His eyes widen, then he grabs my face and kisses me again.

“Tastes good, doesn't it?" He whispers against my mouth. I nod biting my lower lip bashfully. I know what we just did is wrong, on so many levels, but I liked it. I like the way doing bad things with Jax makes me feel.

"Brat, you have to swear not to tell anyone about this, it has to be our little secret. Gail and my dad can't know about this. We'll get into so much trouble if they ever find out. You know they'll separate us. You don't want that, do you?" He asks.

“No, but I'm scared. I don't want them to find out. My mom will send me to live with my dad if I get into any trouble" I whine.

"They won't Ellie. I won't let her do that, I'll protect you. But you have to keep your mouth shut, understand?" He asks.

Then he grabs my face to make me look at him. "I understand" I reply nodding.

"Good. Now show my how much you love me by moving your arms, so I can kiss your boobs" he shoves my arms away from my chest. I laugh trying to wrestle him off, but he holds my wrists, pinning them against the wall.

He leans forward and wraps his lips around one of my sensitive nipples, then sucks on it, swirling his tongue around. "Jax!" I moan arching my back as my shoulders dig into the stone wall.

Then he does it to the other one, but sucks this one between his teeth, lightly biting it. A shock of electricity rips through my body surging into my girly parts.

“JAX!" I squeal.

“Mmm...I love your boobs, brat." He moans sticking out his tongue. Then he gently licks each of my nipples. I liked how it feels when he bit me, but the licking feels good too.

The way he has my hands pinned against the wall, as he teases my body, it has my bottom wet again. Suddenly, he stands up and letting me go.

“Shit! My dick’s hard again." He laughs.

"Come on, fix your top. Let's head back to the creek so you can clean yourself up. It's lunch time." He says pulling me off the wall.

I fall into his arms then he tips my chin upwards, giving me a quick smooch, "always love me Ellie, and I'll always protect you" he says.