Chapter Five
Maggie
I don’t know why what Bridgette said bothered me. I’m used to prejudice. Our society was practically founded on it. Our country thrives on it. Judgement is just the tip of the iceberg that anyone perceived as ‘different’ faces. Usually, the looks, the comments, the slurs, it all rolls off my back. It’s three hours later, though, and I can’t get her words out of my head.
I feel the girl’s lips run up and down my neck, moving down to my cleavage as I do my best to push Bridgette out of my head.
“Want to head to bed?” she purrs into my ear.
I pull back to look at her, giving her a smile as I lace my fingers through hers. Normally, I don’t dip outside our ‘pool.’ It’s a preservation thing. The Brethren highly frowns upon it. She was beautiful, though, and she approached me. I was basically powerless.
It doesn’t take us long to get back to my tent, and I’m surprised to see Bridgette passed out on the couch.
“Is that the girl who got her shit rocked?” the girl asks me. Fuck, I wish I remembered her name.
“Yeah, my stepsister,” I say.
“Oh fuck. I’m sorry. She good?”
“Yeah, she’s fine.”
“Do you want to head to my tent instead? It’s not like this but…” She trails off, her eyes moving around the tent.
Fuck that. This is my tent. Tugging her towards me, I press my mouth against hers as she winds her arms around my neck. Slowly, I back us up until my knees hit the bed. We tumble backwards together and she takes advantage of it, climbing on top of me before grinding her pussy against mine. I moan into her mouth as she does it again and again, her hands moving over me before coming to my shorts.
I arch my back as she unbuttons my shorts, sliding them and my panties down my legs as I kick off my boots. Everything hits the floor with a solid thunk, and she giggles as she slides herself down my body. Lifting my legs, I spread them from her and she wastes no time latching her mouth to my clit. Fuck, yes.
It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman that is actually experienced. Ninety percent of the time, I’m hooking up with good little daughters of the Brethren, who are wanting to experiment. Every single time is an awkward fumble, and they are rarely willing to go down on me. They are all pillow princesses, so consequences be damned, I’m enjoying this.
Burying my hand into her hair, I wrap my fist around it as I tug slightly, pulling her closer into me. She moans as I do it, and when she slips a finger inside me, I do the same. Fuck.
“You got any toys in here?” she murmurs against my pussy.
I nod, reaching around for my bag blindly before feeling it. Victory. She doesn’t stop eating me like her last goddamn meal as I sift around for what I’m searching for. As soon as my hand wraps around it, I smirk as I pull it out. My absolute favorite strap-on. Mainly because it has a dildo that goes inside whoever is wearing it as well. Double the pleasure, double the fun. I grab the lube as well, coating each end a little before she quickly takes it, stripping off her pants before stepping into it. In the next second, she’s pushing her end inside herself.
“Fuck,” she moans before smirking. “You ready, baby?”
“God, yes,” I say as she pushes inside me.
Usually I’m the one wearing it, so again, this is a fucking treat. She starts out slow and measured, thrusting in and out of me, but soon her rhythm becomes inconsistent and rampant as she chases down her own pleasure.
I feel my orgasm building inside me, and I know she’s right on the edge herself when I hear a sound that catches my attention from the corner of the tent. Bridgette is sitting up now, her eyes wide with shock as she watches us. I don’t try to cover myself or the girl who is fucking me. What’s the need? Again, it’s my tent. If she doesn’t like it, she can fuck off.
To my surprise, she doesn’t immediately take off. Instead, she just sits there and stares, like she doesn’t know what else to do. A moan rips out of me, and I can’t stop it from coming, my eyes still on Bridgette’s as I do. That seems to shake something loose for her. She practically sprints out of the tent, not even attempting to be discreet as she does.
For a second there, I thought we had a little voyeur on our hands. Thank god for that. The idea of my stepsister watching me get fucked is just…well not gonna lie, when I say it like that, kinda sounds hot.