My whole body trembled from the kiss. I couldn’t even remember the last time that I had been kissed like this. If I’d ever been kissed like this! If I had I would've remembered.
We reached the bedroom that was next door to mine. Sam opened the door using his free hand. He was strong, I'll give him that. Managing to hold a hefty girl like me with only one arm...fuck! It's what dreams were made of. He stalked across the room and dropped me down on the bed with a bump. I bounced on the mattress, causing my nightshirt to ride up my thighs. His room smelled like him, like honey and citrus. I allowed it to fully consume me, inhaling deeply as if I found it highly addictive.
And believe me, it was!
Sam leaned over me, causing me to fall back onto the bed, cupping the back of my head as he trailed kisses along my throat. My solid nipples strained against the material, making themselves known. I let out a soft moan as his fingers brushed between the valley of my breasts, causing chills to race through my body and sent moisture pooling between my legs. My clit throbbed with anticipation, desperate for him to touch me there.
Sam traced a finger over my erect nipple, over the top of my shirt before demanding, “Off!” I leaned forward as he pulled my nightshirt over my head, tossing it over his shoulder and onto the floor.
He held my ankles and dragged me towards him, climbing over me so that he could devour my breasts, greedily, sucking my swollen buds into his mouth, moving from one to the other, giving me a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Please," I begged. "I need more," I pleaded, desperate for him to indulge me.
Sam edged backward, allowing himself the room to kneel down on the floor before me. He got a great view of my pussy from that angle and it looked as if he was taking good advantage of the opportunity. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he groaned. He then grasped my hips, pulling me towards him possessively, then trailing kisses down the inside of both thighs and bringing my legs to rest over his shoulders.
I was more than willing, opening myself for him like a flower in full bloom. He leaned back to admire me, his eyes full of lust and appreciation. I could feel the heat of his body on mine as he pressed a trail of open mouth kisses from my throat, down to my breasts, then down to my navel, then over my mound. I lay panting beneath him, my skin coated in goosebumps and my nipples pointing to the ceiling.
“So fucking beautiful,” Sam bent low, inhaling the musky scent of arousal between my legs. A low rumbling growl reverberated from his throat, making me almost cum there and then.
His warm breath caressed my soft folds that were already slick with arousal. I reared my head back, open-mouthed and clutching the sheets as his big, hot tongue licked the length of my slit. With skilled precision he began to circle and flick my sensitive clit in alternative sequences.
“Oh God, Sam!” My cries filled the room, panting and mewling as his he lapped up my essence.
“That’s right, baby, come screaming my name.” His commanding voice was guttural, raspy, possessive and dominating.
He pushed one finger into my center, reaching inside to stroke my fleshy inner wall before squeezing in another, dipping in and out, slow at first to slicken them, then speeding up to pump harder as he continued to swirl his tongue over my pulsing clit.
My back arched off the mattress as I bucked and thrashed about, relishing in the blissful sensation until I began to feel the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of my stomach.
I grasped handfuls of his hair to hold him exactly where I needed, riding out my climax on his lips. My clit throbbed with each ruthless stroke of his tongue, reaching the climax and letting go with a scream.
"Sam!" I screamed his name out loud.
Sam leaned back to admire my writhing, naked body. He pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it onto the floor. He then unbuckled his belt and tore open his jeans, popping the buttons one by one. I enjoyed the show, lying back with my breasts heaving as he stepped out of his jeans.
He looked sexy as hell, standing there in his full naked glory, his hair all messy from where my fingers had raked through it. Lust clouded his eyes and his lips were lightly parted and still slick with my juices. He thumbed his boxers down, causing his cock to spring free. It was thick as my wrist and as long as my forearm, and looked too big to fit inside my redundant pussy. That didn't stop me from wanting it any less. His fingers curled around his girth and began stroking the length of his shaft.
“Sam, I need you inside me, please,” I begged, like the greedy girl I was.
He had already given me one earth shattering orgasm, but I already knew that it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed all of him.
My eyes were trained on his impressive meat, loving what I saw and how it made my mouth water as a bead of pre-cum pooled from out of the slit.
“You don’t have to beg me, beautiful. I’ll give you exactly what you need,” Sam promised.
Like the dirty girl I was, I leaned forward onto my hands and knees and crawled over to him, needing to taste him for myself.
He realized what I was about to do and give a throaty groan. I glanced up at him through my lashes as I curled my fingers around his iron hard shaft. It felt like silk wrapped around steel. I bent forward to lick the tip, earning a grunt of pleasure in response. Sam was enjoying this. There wasn't an ounce of remorse on his face and I hoped that he didn't make a habit out of doing things like this. I hoped that I was special. That's what I wanted to believe.
His essence tasted warm and salty on my tongue and as I sheathed the mushroom head, I saw his face scrunch with pleasure. I began to bob on him, taking as much as I could comfortably manage. I sucked him slowly, humming and flicking my tongue over the bulbous head in soft punishing strokes.
“Fuck, babe,” he hissed through his teeth as he thrust into my throat. More of his salty essence leaked from the tip of his cock and slid down the back of my throat. He pulled back with a groan, dragging his cock out of my lips with a pop.
“Too good, babe, I'm close,” he warned, breathlessly.
I giggled, pleased to have brought him pleasure, then scooted up the bed until my back hit the headboard.
"Do you think we better stop before this goes any further?" I suggested, giving him the chance to cut and run.
Disappointment flashed in his eyes. "Do you want to stop?" He asked, in a way that suggested that he didn't want to.
"No, but I'm thinking about damage control, and that our parents are going to be so pissed if they ever find out," I mentioned, being the voice of reason.
Sam knelt on the bed, causing the mattress to dip at my feet.
"Because we've only just met and you're worried that they'll disapprove?" He canted his head to the side as he eyed me questioningly.
"Well...yeah," I began, attempting to back up my statement.
Sam flashed a killer smile that creased the corners of his eyes.
"So its not because you don't want me, its because of what other people will think?" He turned it around on me.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" He spoke in a more serious tone, one where the truth blazed like a furnace in his eyes.
I stuttered like a freak.
“I'll be honest with you, Helen. From the moment I saw you in the kitchen, I knew that you were mine. We're not related by blood, we weren't raised as siblings, and I know that this had moved way too fast for you as it is, but I know what I want and she's laying right here on my bed after just cuming all over my tongue and now, she'll let me, I want to make love to her," the words spilled from his mouth, taking me completely by surprise.
"But?" I opened my mouth to say something else and he cut me off.
"I'm not one of those guys who likes to charm a girl with pretty words and false promises. When I claim you as mine, it's a death do us part sort of deal. So, I'm going to do some asking and I hope that you'll give me an answer." He swallowed nervously. "Do you want me?"
The fog lifted from my hazy brain and everything seemed to fall into place.
"Yes," my words came out barely a whisper but they were all the confirmation Sam needed to continue. “Do it,” I reinforced.
Sam crawled across the bed and caged me in with his powerful arms. Something about him seemed primal. Animalistic. The way he grunted and growled screamed danger. A dark haze clouded his eyes, turning them onyx black once again.
I can't even begin to explain how I felt. All I knew was that my soul felt attached to his. Like they were one of the same. I belonged to him and he belonged to me. I didn’t care that I didn't know him or that our parents had gotten married to each other. I would worry about that later.
“Helen, this is more than just sex for me.” His eyes searched into mine, looking for any sign that I felt the same way. His manhood was poised at my entrance, ready, pressing against my slick folds as if finding his way home.
“I’m yours.” I matched his gaze with fierce determination.
Those words seemed to bring a wave of emotion crashing through Sam. His expression softened into one of pure happiness. He nudged his cock an inch into my wet cavern, letting me adjust to the massive intrusion. My legs wrapped around his thighs, wriggling more of his length into me. God, he was big! My pussy walls burned as his gigantic meat stretched them wide. We both cried out as he sheathed himself deep inside my loins, filling me to maximum capacity and slapping my ass with his balls. He held himself there for a moment, giving me the chance to adjust to his size before he tilting his head back and started thrusting like a man with pure primal need.
He speared into my body with raw masculine abandon, taking his own pleasure from my drenched channel. My pussy responded, gripping his length with the intention of milking it dry. Sam looked down at me with hooded eyes while watching my breasts bounce, his lips parted, filling the room with grunts of approval.
This was so dirty, fucking a guy that I just met...and that guy just so happened to be my smoking hot stepbrother. The only thing worse would be if we got caught. The idea turned me on more than I expected, not giving a shit if Mom and Jack were to burst in on us while we were fucking like animals.
Sweat coated our bodies, kissing haphazardly as our bodies merged as one. Sam's cock was buried deep inside me and I could feel him bash against my cervix. My fingers gripped his clammy ass, feeling the sticky sweat against my palms. Sam quickened his pace, chasing his release as he pounded into me. His strokes were ruthless, swinging his powerful hips hard. He lifted my leg over his right shoulder, using his mighty weapon to tip me over the edge of oblivion. My stomach muscles tightened as the euphoric wave began to build. Flesh slapped against flesh as we came together in a raw primal meeting.
“Mine!” He growled out loud.
“Sam!” I screamed as the tremors of my release consumed me.
Sam held onto my hips with both hands as he drilled into me. His lips parted in a silent grimace as hot strands of sticky seed coated the lining of my womb. My pussy gave one final contraction, milking every last drop. He never asked me whether or not I used birth control. Lucky for him, I was on the pill...when I remembered to take it. I didn't have to worry about right now because we were thankfully covered.
Sam withdrew himself and rolled off me. Both of us lay panting for air, drenched in sweat with our limbs tangled together. We held one another for what seemed like hours. I didn’t want this moment to end. This was perfect. I can’t explain why, but I felt as if he completed me.
“Helen,” Sam whispered softly as he stroked my hair in a lovers gesture.
“Hmhm,” I responded dreamily.
I still couldn't believe what had happened between us.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he uttered, barely audible.
That sounded ominous, I thought.
“What is it?” I asked, suddenly fearful that he was going tell me that he had a girlfriend stashed away, somewhere.
Sam hesitated, propping himself up so that I could see his face. His eyes had changed back to his usual silvery-grey, and as if he had read my expression, he rolled off the bed and ran a hand through his hair, nervously pacing the room. It looked like he was having an inner argument, which didn’t inspire much confidence.
“Sam, is everything OK?” I asked. My brows creased with concern. My heart braced itself for the blow, not wanting to hear him say that he regretted it.
His head snapped towards me, "Yeah, no, I mean, there's something that I need to tell you about me," he struggled to find the right words to say.
As he opened his mouth to finish his sentence, we heard the front door close downstairs.
“Sam! Helen! We’re home!”