Chapter 3 #2
There were at least seven inches to go still, that male stalk the circumference of a soda can.
“I can’t!” I wailed with panic in my voice.
“You’re too big!”
Nick merely captured my mouth again, one hand going down between our bodies to rub gently against my clit.
“You can,” he murmured.
“I’ll go slow. You can do it, Kris.”
Then, he rotated his hips to the right in circular motions, then to the left, gently stretching out my unused cunt.
“Yessss,” he rasped as another flow of juices moistened his cock.
“Stay with me, baby girl. You feel so good.”
By now, I was mewling helplessly, clinging to his broad shoulders as he worked inch after inch of that massive rod into my sweetly soaked pussy.
My legs were spread as wide as possible, my thighs feeling the burn as my pussy strained, trying to handle the massive snake burrowing inside.
“Ohhh,” I moaned faintly, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Mmm.”
“We’re almost there,” my stepbrother encouraged again, his voice unsteady as he paused for a moment.
My eyes flew open because I realized Nick was trembling.
Literally, his chest and hips were still, yet shaking slightly too, and I realized that he was holding himself in check for me .
He knew I was untested and new, and the alpha male was trying to break me in with the utmost love and care.
Tears came to my eyes because the fact is that I’m in love with my stepbrother, and never more so than at that moment.
“Yes, take me,” I whispered against his lips.
“I’m ready, Nick.”
His blue eyes glowed and then with a final thrust, that massive cock surged all the way inside my tight twat.
Something ripped on the way in, and I blinked with shock as well as pain.
“Ouch!” was my faint cry.
Nick immediately seized my mouth in another passionate kiss.
“That was your innocence,” he soothed in a low tone.
“Thank you for that, sweetheart. You gifted me your cherry, and there’s nothing a woman could give a man that’s more meaningful. I promise to take care of you, baby. Now and forever.”
The words sent a thrill down my spine as I locked my arms even more firmly around his bronzed neck.
Our mouths fused as his body slowly began to move within mine, stroking in slowly before pulling back out.
It was uncomfortable at first, but gradually, the pain ebbed and morphed into something erotic and pleasurable.
I whimpered with need, my insides welcoming his masculine penetration, knowing that I’d been claimed by the man who was meant for me.
“Yesss,” he hissed, our foreheads touching as he amped up the rhythm of his strokes.
“You feel so good, baby girl. So tight, and wet, and incredible. You’re a dream come true, Kristie.”
The words helped me, and I moaned again, my thighs falling open further as my pussy rippled along his length, stroking that mighty club.
“Yes, take me Nick,” I panted against his mouth.
“I belong to you.”
The alpha male went stock still for a moment, but then that massive body sprang into motion, beginning a powerful, insistent pound between my legs.
“You feel amazing, Kristie,” he moaned again as my big breasts bounced in time to his thrusts.
“So. Fucking. Good. Oh shit !”
I screamed as I climaxed, my lover’s roars of ecstasy joining my own.
His dick twitched within my insides, my pussy clenching around the hard shaft, drawing out the blasts of come with each and every powerful squeeze.
“Yes!” I moaned. “Yes yes yes!”
Nick was just as delirious.
“FUCK!” he shouted. “Goddamn shit shit shit!”
We were so loud that it was incredible that no one heard outside.
Yet the party had turned into a rager, and I suppose a lot of people were drunk by then, and lost in their own conversations.
As a result, no one was aware as Nick and I climaxed together.
We moaned and panted, our bodies fused as I experienced the powerful possession of an alpha male for the first time.
It was everything I’d ever dreamed it could be, and I floated like a cloud, formless and all his.
After it ended, Nick seized my mouth in a breathless kiss, still buried deep inside my body.
“Thank you for that, Kristie,” he whispered reverently.
“I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”
“No, it’s fine,” I mewled in return before kissing his handsome mouth hungrily.
“I wanted it.”
Then, we both watched as he withdrew from my sweet, swollen folds, a smear of my first blood along his still-hard length.
“Is that...?” I gasped.
He nodded jerkily, hands trembling as he held his cock out for me to see.
“Yes, Kristie. You’ve gifted me your innocence, and I’ll never forget this. Thank you, baby girl.”
Then, we kissed passionately again, and my insides melted as I clasped the alpha male to me .
.. because I was already head over heels in love with my stepbrother.
But nothing lasts forever, much less a taboo entanglement between two siblings.
It was wrong, and we both knew it.
Yet we couldn’t keep our hands off each other for the duration of his visit, and Nick snuck into my bedroom each night, our bodies tangling in a mix of love, lust, and furious need.
“Yes,” I moaned even as he snaked a hand over my mouth, trying to keep me quiet.
“Shh, baby,” my brother rasped, blue eyes glowing as he looked down at me, that huge chest bronzed and gleaming with sweat as he worked his cock into my tight, needy cunt.
“Quiet, or they’ll hear.”
By then, I was already insensate and couldn’t keep the volume down.
I let out another moan behind Nick’s large palm, almost biting him in the process, and he gave up, instead ducking his head to swallow my moans with a passionate kiss.
“I love how you give yourself fully every time,” he whispered against my heaving curves.
“You’re so generous, sweetheart.”
But I was needy for his body too, and we coupled again and again in a frenzy.
I let him use my pussy any way he wanted, and I used his massive form in return as well.
I drained every drop of sperm that I could from his hard length, begging him to put it in me even when he was wrung out from hours of lovemaking.
“Again,” I panted, bending my head to press a kiss to the tip of his seeping cock.
“Baby, we just made love for the fourth time tonight,” Nick panted, his huge form sweaty and sated in my bed.
“Aren’t you sore? At least a little?”
I merely smiled sweetly at him like a cat that had gotten into the cream.
Then, my pink tongue darted out, and I licked the tip of his penis delicately, swiping the drop of semen that beaded there.
“I’m fine. Again,” I commanded before levering myself up to straddle his mighty form, looking down at those handsome, carved features.
My heart swelled with love even as I lowered myself onto that aching staff because this is exactly where I was meant to be – with this man, claiming his body as he claims mine.
We coupled relentlessly, our moans rising to the heavens despite our best efforts, but I didn’t care because I was already his by that point.
Nick’s possession of my heart and soul were complete, and there were no two ways about it.
The last night of his vacation, he whispered in my ear.
“Kris, I need to return to the hospital. My vacation’s over and they’ll kick me out if I don’t get back. I think the nursing staff’s ready to mutiny because they’re so overworked.”
I kissed him, giggling slightly.
“Okay, but for how long?” I murmured in return.
“When will you be back?”
“As soon as I can,” Nick promised, gently running a big hand over my lush curves.
“No man can stay away from this for long.”
Then we kissed rapturously again, and the next morning, Nick departed before the sun was out.
I guess that’s how hospitals work.
They’re open 24/7, and his rotations started at six sharp.
He was gone, leaving me tangled in sheets that smelled of his musk and dominance.
But the world continues to turn, and I got up eventually and functioned okay, I suppose.
I was still in a daze, my mind cloudy with memories of the alpha male, and my body weak from his lovemaking.
I hummed as I showered, still dreaming about Nick while also contemplating my next move career-wise.
By then, I’d been scouted to be a plus-size model, but I didn’t want to do it.
Not really, because it meant moving to Vegas, where the center of the industry is.
The agency let me know that while there are some jobs in Austin, they’re few and far between, and I’d be better off starting out in the City of Sin.
But I didn’t want to leave Nick Bradley.
Not when our love was so new and our connection so intense.
I didn’t want to leave him ever , truth be told, so I floated through my day with every intention of calling the agency to turn them down.
But my friend Angela had a heart to heart with me about it later in the evening.
“You can’t turn the agency down!” she squealed as we lounged on her couch.
“Oh my god, Kris, are you crazy? You are living the dream! Not every girl gets scouted to be a model, so you’re in a really good place. So what if you have to move? Vegas isn’t that far away.”
“I don’t know,” I hemmed and hawed, picking at the fringe on a cushion.
“I mean, I have my reasons. I love Texas. What if I hate Nevada? What if I hate the desert, and their barbecue is shitty too?”
Angie fixed me with a look, her cerulean gaze dancing.
“Are you really questioning their barbecue? Of course it’s going to be shitty, Kris. I won’t lie to you about that because no one does barbecue like Austin. But Kris, this is the opportunity of a lifetime and I don’t get it! You’re eighteen now, and it’s time you flew the nest. What’s holding you back?”
I couldn’t tell my friend about Nick because the relationship between us was still new at that time.
It felt delicate, and something to be treasured and cherished, without being spread around like gossip.
Plus, I wasn’t ready to reveal that I was in love with my stepbrother for fear of the judgment that would ensue.
So I smiled mysteriously, and made my excuses, citing the weather, the people, my community, and my family in a general manner.
Angie continued to try to talk me out of it, and we gabbed on for hours.
Finally, the two of us were exhausted from all the chatter, and I crashed at Angie’s apartment that night.
It’s not a big deal because she’s one of my best girlfriends, and besides, Nick was already back at his own place in the city.
If he’d been home, I would have left straightaway to welcome that huge male form with soft caresses and passionate kisses, not to mention my sweetly wet cunt.
But the next day, I rose with my mind made up.
I was going to turn down Busby Modeling.
So what if they’re the premiere plus-size agency in the States, if not the world?
So what if they’d already promised me look-sees with some of the best brands and designers?
So what if they’d already booked a professional photographer to take my headshots, in an effort to get my “model book” started?
I knew I wanted to be with Nick Bradley, and that was that.
I went home, my decision made, and let myself inside quietly, the sun only just peeking out from the hedges.
Then, I tiptoed through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom before opening the door.
My face twisted in a frown because Steve was there, snoozing in my bed.
It’s happened before because the house next door to ours was being remodeled and the jackhammering can be horrendous.
In fact, I had half a mind to call City Council to complain, but our neighbors had assured us that it was only going to last another few days max.
Still annoyed, I grabbed my robe and let myself into the en suite attached to Steve’s bedroom.
Sure enough, the pounding was especially horrendous from this side of the house.
I suppose it’s because we live in a cul de sac, and the master suite happens to be right next to where they were doing construction.
Still, it was annoying!
When I turned on the shower spray, I could still hear the relentless hammering over the beating of the water, and shook my head with disgust. City Council was definitely going to get a call from me because it’s only 8 a.m.!
What the hell are they thinking?
Gritting my teeth, I lathered up, doing my best to ignore the jackhammers.
Then, I rinsed and stepped out of the shower, my curves flushed and rosy from heat, before wrapping myself in a silky robe and tightening the belt around my curves.
Fortunately, the pounding had stopped from next door, and I walked down the hallway before throwing open the door to my bedroom.
“Rise and shine, Dad,” I sang.
“It’s time to greet the day.”
Fortunately, Steve was already half-awake and sat up, rubbing his head.
“Fuck them,” he grunted.
“What the hell are they thinking, starting the hammers so early in the morning?”
“I know,” I hummed, stepping into the room to begin rummaging through my drawers for some clean clothes.
“It’s insane, right? If City Council doesn’t do something about it, I swear I’ll go over there myself and rip the jackhammer out of their hands. Then, they’ll see what I can do with some real weaponry.”
Steve merely chuckled while rising to his full height in my tiny bedroom.
Again, my stepdad’s a handsome man who passed his genes onto my even more gorgeous stepbrother.
His silver head almost brushed the ceiling, and he came over to give me a kiss to the cheek.
“So protective of your old Dad,” he murmured while those big hands circled my waist. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I was about to reply with something cute, but at that moment, the tie of my robe caught on the handle of the drawer and my silky robe came undone, revealing the lush curves of my breasts as well as the tautness of my tummy.
Even worse, I was fresh from a shower, and hadn’t had time to grab new panties yet.
So my pussy was bare and smooth, on display for the men of the house to see.
Because Nick had suddenly materialized out of nowhere.
I don’t know how it happened, or why he was home, but suddenly, my gorgeous stepbrother was in the doorway of my bedroom, staring as my stepfather kissed me, my nude form pink and flushed.
“Nick!” I gasped, my mouth dropping open.
“You’re back!”
“Hey Son,” my stepfather groaned, hitching up his boxer shorts.
“What are you doing home? We thought you’d be at the hospital.”
I know how it looked.
I was naked and damp, the pink tips of my breasts poking out as my swollen twat gleamed wetly in the low lights.
My handsome stepfather had his hands on my waist, gently kissing me as if we’d just completed a night of sensual lovemaking.
Even worse, Steve didn’t act embarrassed.
He acted like he had every right to be savoring a young, nude teen who happened to live under his roof.
“So what they said is true,” Nick rasped, hatred shooting from those blue eyes.
“You disgust me.”
“No, Nick, stop! It’s not true, whatever they said!” I cried.
But my stepbrother was already gone.
He turned, stomping out the front door to get in his car.
We heard the vehicle start and the squeal of its wheels as he pulled out of the drive, going back to the hospital, no doubt.
“What was that about?” Steve mused his brows lowering with confusion.
“What the hell?”
I turned to the handsome silver fox, impatience writ large on my features.
“You can’t touch me like that, Daddy!” I cried furiously.
“I’ve talked to you about it before. There’s way too much—”
“Too much what?” Steve asked again, his handsome features agitated.
“Too much contact !” I almost screamed.
“For me and Milly both! You’re way too familiar with us, and it’s just fucking weird!”
“But we’re family,” the older man replied in a confused tone.
“No one could seriously think that I’m taking advantage of my own daughters?”
I shook my head, almost insensate with rage.
“People talk !” I screamed in the small bedroom.
“You can’t keep doing this! I’ve told you before, and you just won’t stop! Now, look what’s happened!”
Steve held his massive palms up, as upset as I was.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” he rasped.
“I was just kissing my little girl good morning. On the cheek ,” he emphasized.
“I had nothing to do with your robe falling open, or what anyone else says for that matter. Fucking gossips! Stay the fuck out of my business!”
Then, the older man stomped out of my bedroom, his huge chest heaving with rage.
Meanwhile, I stood stock still, the fabric of my silky robe clutched tight around my still-damp curves.
What just happened? Did Nick really believe that I hooked up with his dad, not twenty-four hours after he left?
Does he truly think that I’m a woman who would sleep with two men within such a short time span?
Who are father and son, no less?
I immediately reached for my phone, my fingers tapping furiously as I texted a message.
Nick, it’s not what you think.
Please call.
No reply.
Then a few hours later.
Please call me, Nick.
I love you. Don’t give up on us.
We deserve another chance.
Still, no reply, even though my cell indicated “read.” My heart curdled as I texted him again and again.
I called too, but my calls were directed straight to voicemail, and my cell remained hauntingly silent.
I cried that night, as well as the night after that, and for an entire week.
I shed so many tears that my eyes felt hot and dry, and my chest hurt from the violent sobs.
But my phone never rang, and Nick never came home.
I didn’t know where he lived in the city either, and was too humiliated to beg for the information from Milly, Steve, or one of my stepbrother’s friends.
Obviously, catching us en flagrante had driven Nick away, and that combined with the mindless gossip of the Austin crowd, cemented his decision.
My stepbrother and I were over before we really ever began.
With pain wrenching through my chest, I made a new decision.
I called Busby Modeling Agency, my fingers trembling and my voice hesitant.
But my agent was only too happy to hear the news.
“So you’ve decided to sign!” Cameron crowed with joy.
“That’s wonderful, Kristie! When can we expect you in Vegas?”
“In the next week,” I said in low voice.
“I’ll be moving asap.”
“Perfect!” he crowed again, almost mindless with glee.
“Don’t worry about a thing! We’ll set you up with a model apartment, and front you some cash for the first few months. It’s standard procedure in our industry. New models always have a “start-up phase,” so to say, where the agency advances funds as you attend your first castings.
But your look is exactly what everyone wants.
You’ll be making money hand over fist in no time!
”
Cameron’s predictions came true, for the most part.
I moved to Vegas, and despite my listless and moody behavior, casting directors loved it.
I was booked for a couple catalogs almost immediately, and we began to shoot.
It was fine, I suppose.
I was detached and quiet, but models don’t need to provide verbal input.
I smiled when they said smile, I posed when they directed me to pose, and I acted happy if that’s what the brand wanted.
In short, I was the perfect mannequin.
I’m a walking, talking coat-hanger, modeling outfits according to the style and preferences of the brand.
I deliver what clients are looking for, and my bank account began to fill as a result.
The experience been okay, I suppose.
My first year in Vegas was horrific mentally, even if professionally, I was labeled a success at every level.
As my face was featured in commercials and magazines, my mind was twisted and despairing.
I saw Nick everywhere.
When I closed my eyes at night, the last thing I saw were images of his handsome visage, as well as that mighty male physique.
I’d dream of his relentless lovemaking, coupled with the gentleness of his touch.
When I woke, I could almost pretend that Nick was beside me in bed – only to be fully roused by the coolness of my sheets, and the dampness of tears on the pillowcase.
Fortunately, my second year in Vegas was better.
I’d made a few friends by then, male and female, and their energy and chatter lifted me from my stupor.
Yet I refused to go home, even when Milly begged me to visit for a day or two during Christmas.
Steve got on the phone too, entreating me, but I made my excuses, claiming that I’d booked jobs over the holidays that were too lucrative to miss.
“Sweetheart, this isn’t about money, is it?” Steve growled into the phone.
“I can pay for an airline ticket, and you’ll stay in your old bedroom.”
“Oh no,” I said quickly.
“Thanks, Steve, but I make plenty. I just have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity over the holidays to work with an A-list photographer, and I need to stay in town.”
Still, the older man was silent on the line.
“Well, it’s not about ... ah, what happened that day, is it?” my stepfather asked in a hesitant tone.
“From two years ago?”
“Oh no,” I lied.
“Not at all.”
Steve let out an exhale of relief.
“Good, because it was nothing, Kristie. I even talked to Nick about it—”
“ You didn’t !” I gasped.
“No no no!”
My stepfather appeared confused.
“Of course I did. No man should think such devious things about his father and sister. I don’t even know why Nick would believe such spurious lies—”
But I’d heard enough and cut him off.
“I’m sorry, Steve, but I can’t come home for Christmas. I know it’s the second holiday season I’ve missed, but I just can’t. I’m making a lot of money here in Vegas, and you know that a model’s career is short. I have to stay in town for these jobs.”
That was that, and I didn’t return to Austin for Christmas, New Year’s, Father’s Day, or Thanksgiving.
Instead, for two years, I stayed in my adopted city of Las Vegas, acculturating to the sun and sand.
It’s been okay. I put thoughts of Nick out of my mind because I’m on a different path now – one that doesn’t include him.
But a development has occurred.
Milly’s getting married, and my baby sister’s begged me to return for the wedding.
As a result, I’m back in Texas, and my heart squeezes tight as my pulse races because even though it makes me hate myself...
I’m dying to see my handsome stepbrother again.