Chapter Three
Grasping the handle, she tried the lever and found the door unlocked. Mina said a silent prayer for someone to have finally fixed the old squeak and gave it a gentle nudge. Without a sound, the door slid inward and edging slightly forward, Mina peered through the crack.
Oh my!
The room was dark and dim. What light there was came off the small lamp on the bedside table, a soft golden luminance that enhanced the gloom and made the furniture appear surreal and shapeless amongst the shadows. Mark was half sitting, half lying upon his bed with his back propped against the woven metalwork headboard, naked and vigorously stroking his stiff length.
Mina licked her lips, her heartbeat rising to a thunderous storm within her breast as her greedy azure eyes devoured the voyeur’s feast laid before her, memorising every detail. University life had certainly seemed to agree with him. Where once he’d been boyishly spindly, he’d grown limber with long, well-defined legs and a firm abdomen just hinting to the rippling muscles beneath his milky skin. Her knees began to quake and tremble.
By the look of him he had just come from the shower. His hair was still damp and half plastered to his face while drops of moisture glistened across his torso, rolling down his skin and sparkling like diamonds when they caught the light. Entranced by the slow roll of liquid, her eyes were drawn to a single fat drop that slithered down the flat of his abdomen until it vanished within a nestle of dark curls. Her gaze settled on his hard length and she had to bite her lip to rein in her low, wanton moan.
Only the head remained permanently in view, a swollen, purple-grey bell shining with a thick sheen of pre-cum and pulsing so vividly it was a wonder it hadn’t already burst beneath his attention. Oblivious to his audience, Mark’s hand slid up and down the shaft, his motions swift, purposeful, and very well practised. His breathing was low and urgent, coming in short pants punctuated by the occasional low groan, like a great snorting beast preparing to charge. With each stroke, his fingers flexed around the length of his shaft, tightening and loosening, simulating the muscular convulsions of his fantasy lover, causing fresh droplets of glistening syrup to form on the tip.
He must be in a hurry, she realised breathlessly, probably hoping to finish and be back at the party before anyone realises he’s gone.
Drinking in the sight of his hand pumping up and down in that urgent rhythm, Mina’s mouth began to water. Accustomed as she was to the sight of male nakedness, there was something so erotic, so deliciously taboo about spying on him, watching him indulge in this most private of moments. At the apex of each stroke, a spike pulsed through her centre. She was suddenly very aware of the liquid heat that exploded through her centre and of the dampness seeping through the crotch of her jeans.
She needed to go, a part of her suddenly urged. Now was not the time for these games. It was too dangerous. There were too many people, and should one of them venture up the stairs and discover her… The consequences didn’t bear thinking about. Besides, they’d agreed these dalliances had to stop. They had both agreed. Yet the risk, that thrill of seeing how far they could push the boundaries and the ever-present danger of discovery that loomed over them, had always made their games so much more exciting.
I need to…
A haze was amassing, shrouding her thoughts, making it difficult to think as desire’s liquid heat ran molten through her veins, fanning the smouldering embers in her core until they erupted in a raging inferno.
I need to…
The thought danced in and out of her comprehension but was quickly little more than a distant memory lying just beyond her grasp.
I need…
Her plush inner walls responded to his motions, clenching around a phantom cock in time with his strokes while her clit swelled with arousal, its need for contact growing almost unbearable.
I need…
Bit by bit, her hand began to slip beneath her jeans…
“Oh- ffuck… Mina!”
Mina froze as her heart leapt into her throat at the familiar call. Reality returned in an icy wash that cascaded down her spine. Dragging her eyes from his shaft, she hauled her eyes up to where she expected to meet his startled gaze, only he wasn’t looking towards her. In fact, he hadn’t noticed her at all. His narrow face was leaner, almost gaunt, but also older, yet with the same soft features and floppy mop of hair that almost masked half his face. Hidden beneath the wispy strands of dark chestnut, his chocolate eyes never wavered from a small glossy rectangle of photo paper Mina hadn’t noticed before, cradled in his left hand, the quickening rise and fall of his stomach obscuring it from her view.
“Mina… ugh fuck… so tight…” he grunted, in a voice little more than a whisper. “So tight… I love it!”
It was at the wrong angle for her to make out clearly. However, possessed by a sudden insurmountable curiosity that had a mass of moths fluttering through her insides, she squinted and tilted her head from side to side, trying in vain to get a better view. As if he sensed her silent plea, the hand grasping the photo tilted ever so slightly towards her. Mina’s eyes widened. The photo was of her.
The little weasel was jerking off to a picture of her! The realisation sent a hot tremor down her spine that got her long legs quaking, the teasers of a mini-orgasm echoing out from her centre. Well, she’d have to put a stop to that.
Clambering to her feet, Mina quickly composed herself. Feeling the same nervous thrill she always experienced on the first day of filming, she took a calming breath and glanced back over her shoulder to check that the hall was still clear of spectators, before she slipped into character and gave the door a nudge. It swung inward to emit a satisfying crack against the wall. Stepping inside and flicking on the light switch, the actress proclaimed, “Well… well… well… what have we here?”
Bright, brilliant luminance flooded the room, banishing the shadows. Thrown into sharp contrast, Mark’s room appeared just as she’d remembered it from her last visit. Glossy skinned maxi-posters bedecked every wall. An Ikea corner desk, stashed away in the near corner, was strewn with rings of hard-backed textbooks arranged around her stepbrother’s prized Alienware laptop. The sofa he’d inherited from his grandmother sat opposite an entertainment centre about ready to collapse beneath the treasure trove of devices burdening its many tiered shelves.
Only his overnight bag, lying half-open on the floor, gave any indication Mark was only home for a few days. Clothes, damp with something that looked suspiciously like beer, were scattered around the holdall. A little accident indeed, she thought coldly, remembering Charlie’s snigger.
But just what sort of accident?
Bolting upright, torn so rudely from the arms of his fantasy, Mark immediately seized one of the pillows to cover himself. He looked like a rabbit caught in a trap. Upon seeing it was Mina who’d discovered him, however, he visibly relaxed, but couldn’t meet her gaze as his normally pale complexion turned a vivid shade of pink. “Mina… what are you… no… how did you… I… I swear… this… this isn’t what it looks like…”
How original.
“Oh? Is it not?” she asked coyly, cocking her head to the side and fixing him with a pondering stare. There was a soft thump as the door slid closed behind her under its own momentum. “You know, I’d expected something less cliché. Though I have to admit, I’d also thought you would know that, if you must sneak off in the middle of your own party to give yourself a treat, lock the bloody door!”
Never taking her eyes off him, Mina reached back and turned the locking mechanism, the bolt slamming into place with a reassuring click. Then, with all the predatory grace of a lioness stalking a mouse, she advanced towards the bed with deliberate slowness.
A bright splash of colour stained his cheeks as Mark looked down at his floor where his towel, still sodden from his shower, lay discarded and Mina had to resist the urge to giggle. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.
Coming to stand over him, she snatched the photo from his grasp. “What’s this?”
“It’s nothing!” His head flew up and he tried to grab it back but the motion proved too difficult while still pressing the pillow to his person and instead, almost toppled to the floor. Smirking, his stepsister sidestepped his desperate lunge and raised the snapshot into the light.
It was indeed a photo of her, taken two years before when she’d treated Mark to a week’s holiday in Cyprus. It showed her reclining back on a deserted stretch of sandy beach in nothing but a white, close-fitting swimsuit, her skin glowing gold in the late afternoon sun and head tilted away from the camera towards the horizon. He’d probably kept it hidden away in his underwear draw, and stumbled upon it.
“Well, at least this means you’re no longer stealing my panties,” she said matter-of-factly, causing Mark’s face to burn such a shade of red she wondered if he was about to cry with sheer embarrassment. Deciding to take pity on him, she casually threw the photo over her shoulder.
“Now, little brother.” She shrugged off her jacket and let it fall around her feet before carefully stepping out of her boots. “Do you remember what I said the last time I walked in on you?” Slowly, ever so slowly, Mark looked up from his feet to meet her gaze, his eyes wide and questioning, and there was something else. Hope. There was hope there, but also uncertainty, as though he didn’t dare believe what was happening for fear that it was all too good to be true. Mina understood his hesitancy. After all, they had both agreed never again, but damn it, she didn’t care. She wanted him. Wanted him as she had never wanted any man before.
Holding his gaze, Mina slowly sat beside him on the edge of the bed. As she reached out to place a delicate hand upon his knee, she could barely rein in her victorious grin. The touch was light, gentle, almost cautious, but even so, Mark’s back went as stiff as a board. Hard muscles rippled beneath warm skin, tensing at her touch. She pretended not to notice the way his eyes glanced downwards to watch her hand as though it were a venomous insect and she innocently tilted her head.
Keeping her movements soft and slow, so tortuously slow, she slid the offending hand higher. His flesh was hot against her fingers, the muscles beneath harder than she had expected. As she moved higher up his thigh, she could feel the tension amassing. A playful smile pulled at the corner of her lips.
“But what about…” His jaw was tight and what was left of his voice in that choked squeak gave out when her hand paused just below the pillow. Still endeavouring to resist her however, his hand began to shake, his knuckles turning bone-white as he pressed the pillow firmly to his groin. Her smile grew ever more coy and she raised her palm and swept her fingertips over his skin, drawing swirling feather-light patterns over the skin of his inner-thigh, just skirting the boundary of the pillow.
“If you want me to make you cum…”
She pivoted, swinging a long, perfectly toned leg across his waist, straddling him, barring escape and bringing them nose to nose. Leaning to the side, she ever so softly brushed her lips over his in the barest hint of a kiss, inwardly smirking as she felt him subtly shift to try and meet her, before mimicking the motions of the hand upon his thigh with the tip of her nose, sketching an intricate weaving web across his flushed cheek. She could feel his breath quicken, growing short and frayed, the warmth of each washing over her neck and sending tingling sensations shooting down her spine to the wet heat pulsing between her thighs. When her lips came within a hair’s breadth of his ear, she whispered in a voice threaded with promise.
“…just ask.”
The look in his eyes when she drew back made her feel like a cat toying with a mouse, glorying in the sweet ambrosia of holding such power over another living creature, just before it pounced.
“Mina…” Mark gulped, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “We shouldn...”
Welding her full lips to his and thrusting her tongue into the warm cavern beyond, Mina silenced him with a hungry open-mouthed kiss. She didn’t want to hear what they should or shouldn’t do. She only wanted him and abandoning her teasing ministrations upon his thigh, Mina snatched the pillow from his grasp and cast it aside before she fisted her hand in his hair, the strands of dark chocolate softer than sable. Her free hand rose to cradle his jaw, the roughness of his skin rasping her palm and arousing her all the more as she swept her tongue in long circuits around his mouth and over his teeth, coaxing his own to dance.
Mark groaned an indeterminable sound, the deep resonance reverberating through his throat to tingle over her lips. Accepting the embrace, his arms encircled her narrow waist to paw wantonly at her full rump as he tried desperately to draw her closer whilst she cradled his head in her palms. He yielded without a struggle, their tongues thrusting, twisting, swirling around and around in a passionate dance before a low moan rumbled through her. Mina felt his renewed erection prod her thigh through her jeans. Feeling her core grow moist at the touch, she snaked her hand down his neck, her nails scraping over his flat nipples and down his torso before moving lower, the warm flesh of his stomach trembling beneath her fingers as she reached between their bodies. Coiling her digits around the base of his manhood while rubbing her palm across the glistening tip, she gave him a testing stroke. His hips bucked into her hand and he broke their burning embrace to drag in a ragged breath.
“Mmm… such a naughty boy…” she purred, slightly breathless from the kiss but smirking playfully nonetheless as she leaned back, settling herself above him. Within her grasp, his shaft was like a column of steel wrapped in molten silk and though he was well within average parameters, in her small hand he felt huge. She could feel him throb with excitement as blood surged through the bulging veins. Mina gave it a shake before stroking along his length from base to heap, stretching the velvety skin tight before completing each stroke with a firm squeeze just beneath the swollen lip of his corona that made the bulbous head swell. “Getting this hard from thinking about your stepsister. So do you want big sis to make you cum?”
“Yes…” he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes wide and breath shallow as her talented hand continued it's ministrations, his hips jumping in sheer delight as she pressed the pad of her thumb upon the sensitised head.
Mina smirked wickedly, enjoying his look of desperation before releasing his shaft. With his relief nearing, Mark made a furious sound of protest but she paid it no mind as she got to her feet, turned around to face the foot of the bed and then sat back down. Kneeling over his waist, she then shuffled back until she was literally crouching over the length of his body with her head just above his abdomen and presenting him with her denim-clad buttocks.
Placing her hands on his inner thighs, she massaged the supple muscles with her palms and cast her gaze down to see his rampant erection standing proudly to attention, jutting over his chiselled thighs. Ropy veins bulged along the distended trunk and the mushroom-shaped crown glistened with precum. Up this close, it seemed bigger than she remembered and the musky scent of his arousal made her mouth water as she dipped her head and brought her lips close enough for the warmth of her breath to wash over his sturdy length.
“Ah…” he gasped and she could feel him tremble with pleasure, his engorged shaft twitching in excitement. Encouraged by his display, she reached out with her tongue and used the tip to skilfully scribble her signature across the organ’s glans before she dragged it up to the weeping point, dousing her taste buds in his flavour. Relishing the familiar salty tang of male excitement, she flicked her tongue over the slick summit before she almost wrapped it around the bulbous head, slowly taking him into the damp cavern of her mouth. Closing her lips over the head, she began to earnestly suck the slick rubbery flesh while her tongue continued to swirl around and around, down to the sensitised ridges along its rim, making him shudder with pleasure.
With every sweeping crease and wanton suckle, his flesh pulsed within her grasp and she half heard him groan something incomprehensible, his voice low and laboured as her tongue danced. She noticed the tension that gathered in his thighs as he resisted the urge to buck, so she decided to take pity on him and slowly took him deeper. Her pouting lips stretched and formed a tight seal around his shaft as she leisurely leant forward, enveloping all but the last inch of him in her mouth. It was a necessary evil to avoid her persistent gag reflex. Even so, he filled her tiny orifice completely and she was forced to breathe through her nose as she held him in her mouth.
“Oh… fuck… fuck… Mina!” gasped Mark, his breath catching in his throat as she eagerly began to suckle the length of his arousal, drawing back and rising up at a tortuously slow pace until she held just the bulbous crown between her pearly whites. The salty taste of his arousal flooded her senses and she repeated the motion, dipping down while gently scraping her teeth along his engorged length before she rose up again, all the while sucking vigorously. The sounds of his pleasure sent hot shivers rushing all the way down her spine to spark deliciously within her molten sheath.
She had always loved performing oral sex. She had relished the power it gave her and the control she could wield over another person with just the tiniest motion of her mouth and tongue. It was so empowering and utterly addictive, but for all her bravado there was something she wanted even more.
She could feel the need burning deep within her, a fire that seemed to originate within her clit and rage outward along her nerves to keep her ever on edge. Mina fidgeted restlessly as slick rivulets of her dew rolled down her thighs, and she knew she needed her own release, so she suddenly ceased her attention. Pulling her mouth off his now glistening shaft, she flashed a look back over her shoulder at him, a sly smirk pulling at her lips as she saw his eyes squeeze tightly shut and a pleasurable grimace contort his handsome features. His hands had a white-knuckled death grip on the sheets and she could hear his breathing come in short, ragged gasps.
Perfect.
“Hey squirt, instead of just lying there, gibbering like a codfish, why don’t you put that mouth to proper use and eat me? Sucking your dick is making me so wet…”
Unscrewing his eyes, he stared at her incredulously as she wiggled her butt provocatively, clearly not daring to believe what she had suggested, before nodding excitedly, reaching up and fumbling with the button of her jeans. For a moment he was all thumbs, but then managed to release the fastening and, hooking his fingers under the waistband, dragged the denim down.
She shivered as the cool air touched her most sensitive spots, contrasting so deliciously with the heat of her desire, before the warmth of Mark’s breath was suddenly washing over her folds. His hands seized the full globes of her buttocks and dragged her down to his waiting jaws, his tongue slithering out to lap along her core. Parting but never entering her folds, he teased her with three long, gentle licks before finally thrusting into her depths. Her skin prickled with goose flesh and a low, sensuous moan echoed from her lips as she felt the thick muscle, slick from a manic lust, writhe inside her, spiralling, thrashing her quivering walls and feasting upon her syrupy dew. He devoured her with such a ravenous frenzy that she could not help but tighten her grip on his thighs and roll her hips against his tongue.
“Mmm… you naughty boy… oh… yes you dirty, naughty boy…” she moaned, as Mark's tongue orally fucked her. Although the pleasure this treat provided wasn’t spectacular, he was doing so much better than the last time. Mina knew he must have been practising. Strangely, the thought of him doing this to some other girl filled her with a momentary surge of anger. A sudden, and very delightful, swirl of his tongue quickly buried her thoughts and lavished her folds with attention, avoiding any contact with her sensitised clitoris. He began to withdraw and then thrust back into her tight passage, greedily lapping up her flowing nectar. She felt a surge of emotion and such a rush of pleasure that it seemed to set every nerve in her body ablaze.
Exhaling hot panting breaths but determined not to be outdone, Mina wasted no time getting back to work on him. Taking him in her mouth once again, she swirled her tongue around his crown, synchronizing her motions with his assault as she resumed bobbing back and forth, sliding her lips along his hard length, continuing to use her teeth to apply a gentle pressure. It was difficult work for his wicked tongue was stirring up a storm within her and it took all of her concentration to push the feeling of him writhing within her to the back of her mind, ignoring it as she would that itch you could never quite scratch.
Vaguely she heard him drag in a ragged breath and she could feel his muscles flex excitedly beneath her palms. He suddenly started to buck and roll beneath her, forcing his rampant arousal a little deeper down her throat as he moved to meet her descent. Anticipating the kick of her gag reflex, fear blossomed in her heart and she panicked, trying desperately to withdraw and breathe only to feel a sudden scorching bolt of white-hot ecstasy rip through her, stilling her as Mark’s devious techniques altered.
With supreme confidence unsuitable for a man caught masturbating to a picture of his step sister, he began to worship the core of her erogenous being with swift licks and prods. Frozen in a wash of tiny climactic aftershocks, her world shrank to just the sensation of his tongue circling her engorged clit, her every sense focused entirely on the fiery kisses that flamed her entire being. In such a delirious state as this, the sensation seemed to last for an eternity, but was then shattered as a barrage of fireworks burst behind her eyes as his lips closed on her sensitised nub.
Fire ran through her veins and her body jumped with the mini-teasers of an orgasm, yet his fingers held her firm against him as he pressed the tip of his nose inside her while fiercely suckling the tiny bud. Pulse after pulse of insidious bliss surged along her nerves, throwing her into such a state of delirium that she couldn’t hold back a wanton chorus of delight, her voice reverberating through his shaft in such a way that she felt him shudder in pleasure and growl around her bud. The sensations were so divine that her back arched on its own accord, yanking her suddenly clear of his cock and she moaned her pleasure without thought or care, heedless of anyone who might overhear them at that very moment. “Oh… right there. Right… ugh… yes, suck that clit. Ugh holy fuck! Oh- my- God- oh- my- God…”
Her heart was thundering in her ears as her vision dissolved into a collage of vivid colours, and she forced herself to recover and resume working on him. Barely able to think through the storm of pleasure clouding her mind, she was determined not to be out done. She focused all of her attention on bobbing up and down on his cock while massaging the glans across the domed head with her tongue. Relishing the bittersweet flavour that spilled across her taste buds, she began to earnestly suck the organ, earning a low, pleasure-induced hum from Mark that had her body backing into him and rocking against his ravenous lips.
It wouldn’t be long now. She could feel her muscles clench and there was an unmistakable tightness building in her lower abdomen that could only foretell a much-needed climax. Judging by the way his shaft was pulsing between her lips, she knew Mark must have been close too, but despite her best efforts, she was certain she would reach that glorious peak before him. Deciding it was time to break out the heavy calibres and try something unconventional, she edged her right palm along his thigh to cup the weight of his balls in her hand. Mina gently kneaded the velvety sack while raising her left up to her lips, coating the digits in copious amounts of saliva. When sufficiently lubricated, she reached down and trailed the glistening point of her index finger’s nail along the soft skin of his perineum to his anus. Noticing how his cock seemed to grow harder and thicker between her lips, she grinned inwardly before she pressed against the puckered sphincter. Mark’s body jumped at the forbidden contact before going suddenly still as she slid the well-lubricated finger through the two tight rings of muscle into his anal channel. Going just past her second knuckle, she then curled the digit and began exploring the dry, spongy walls until she felt the bumpy mound of his prostate.
“Ahh… Mina!” Mark gasped as she pressed down on the gland. His anal channel clenched tightly around her finger and he spilled his molten seed into her mouth. Thrilled by his salty essence, she suckled greedily, swallowing every drop of his release as he writhed beneath her in a fit of euphoria. Mark accidentally scraped the chiseled edge of his incisors across her clit as he threw his head back and arched off the bed. A sudden volatile cocktail of pleasure and pain flared through her at the contact, pitching her over the edge. Indescribable sensations of pleasure surged through her, originating from the lightning raging within her clitoris and pulsing deliciously through her every nerve until her mind was consumed by her release. At its crescendo, everything became too much. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she could feel herself shake violently as all notions of time and space slipped away. She hung there in limbo, poised between consciousness and oblivion, suspended in a heavenly sea of euphoria before plummeting back down to earth to ride the current of aftershocks.
Her skin tingled as she came slowly down from her high. Blinking past the fog of delirium, she felt Mark relax beneath her and quickly swallowed the last of his seed before withdrawing her finger from his tight anus. Releasing his balls and easing her mouth off his still-hard length, she reared back and sat straight-backed astride his torso. Her legs wobbled dangerously, barely able to support her weight, and she almost jumped out of her skin when Mark’s tongue resumed licking her, making slow, languishing sweeps along her folds, scooping up her dew like drops off a slowly melting ice-lolly.
Extremely sensitive after such an intense climax, she couldn’t help but exhale hot wanton pants as each gentle crease made her sensitised clit throb with need. She forced her body to move. Rising up, if somewhat unsteadily, she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them across the room before she threw a leg over his torso, pivoted, and came around to face him. Seeing the confusion in his expression, she flashed him a coy smile before crouching over his eager erection.
“Mmmm… that was fun but now just sit back and enjoy the rest of your present Squirt, because big sis is about to rock your world,” she said before brushing a long strand of her rich blond hair that had fallen astray back behind her ear. Holding herself above his stiff manhood and balancing on the balls of her feet, she placed her left palm flat upon his abdomen to steady herself and reached down between them with her right. Wrapping her fingers around his arousal to position him, she lowered herself until she felt his rounded head slip between her folds. Compared to the heat boiling within her, Mark’s shaft felt positively chilled and she shivered with pleasure as he pressed against her opening. She rolled her hips, sliding the sensitive tip along her hidden valley to brush the nub of her clitoris, sending a jolt of sensations surging along her nerves.
Biting her lower lip in pleasure, she rocked back and forth, caressing him with her velvety furrow and coating the mushroom-shaped crown with her hot nectar, all the while smirking as she watched him squirm beneath her, her every motion eliciting a desperate sound in response. Yet like a good boy, he followed her instructions and made no effort to interfere or hasten her, leaving Mina free to tease him until the fiery passion raging within her core grew too great to resist. Eager to continue and almost trembling with pent-up passion, she rocked forward…
“Oh!” she moaned, her head rolling back in utter delight as she felt the first delicious shock of penetration surge through her when the bulbous head of her stepbrother’s cock drove through the tight ring of muscle into her channel. Her breath caught at the sudden wash of pleasure that radiated through her lower body and she released her grip on him. She placed her palm on his abdomen before leaning back, mewing as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, moulding around inch after wondrous inch until he was sheathed to the hilt within her.
She held herself there, savouring the sensation of having him inside her. While he certainly wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had, the feeling was very pleasurable and just the thought that it was her stepbrother’s cock buried inside her sent a naughty thrill tingling down her spine to her fingertips. Impaled as she was, she could feel her plush walls pulse deliciously in time with her heartbeat, convulsing around him in such a way that her whole centre began to throb with desire. Suddenly unsure of how long she could hold herself in check, her head dropped down to admire the image of Mark splayed beneath her. Though he had not moved once, he clutched the sheets in a white-knuckled hold once more and his lips were pulled tight in a grimace as his restraint was strained to its limit.
As their eyes locked, she gave him a reassuring wink before gently biting her lower lip as she resumed rolling her pelvis in tight little circles, massaging his engorged length with her velvety walls. Though her motions were slow and gentle, she was a well-practised dominator and the pleasure it gave her was enough to throw her senses into overdrive, feeding her need and making her skin prickle with electricity. Rocking back and forth, she ground their hips together, her muscles contracting around him at the delicious friction between their bodies and sending pulses of white-hot pleasure surging up her spine.
“Aah! God! Mina…” panted Mark, his breathing laboured and pupils constricting to pinpoints under the strain of keeping still. “Feels so-so… good, I have to…”
“Mmm… like that, baby? Want big sister to ride you harder?” Mina asked, barely able to keep her composure as the fires raged within her core, rising with each roll of her hips. Bit by bit, she could feel her pleasure building, and carried by the surge of sensations, she began to pick up the pace, pushing up with her feet until she had just the rounded head inside her depths, leaving her feeling almost empty, before slamming back down. As she settled upon him, the tempting heat caused Mark to groan a low, desperate sound and his hands seized her full buttocks as his knees bent on their own volition.
They moaned in unison as the new angle pushed his shaft deeper inside her, but Mina never lingered and continued moving along his length. Keeping her eyes fixed to Mark’s lust-darkened orbs, relishing the sight of him contorting in such pleasurable agony, she slid up and down, working his rigid cock in and out of her tight pussy. With each deep plunge, soft moans fled her lips and her pace quickened, until the bedsprings were creaking with her movements as she bounced upon him.
Beneath her, Mark was panting through clenched teeth, uttering low moans every time he was fully encased inside her, his fingers groping and kneading the tight mounds of her buttocks, his trimmed nails digging in just hard enough for her to feel the sting and know he was leaving small half-moon marks.
“Ooh… like that, baby? Mmm- you like watching your sister bounce on your cock, don’t you? Yeah, I know you do. It feels so fucking good…” she purred, the sensation of his cock stretching and rubbing against her inner walls as she gyrated upon him, sending hot shivers rushing up her spine. With her every move she could feel that familiar pressure mounting inside her, a low burning pleasure amassing at the base of her spine, and she struggled to keep her motions fluid. Yet her body needed more, and on the next downward plunge, her hips rolled subtly to rub her G-spot along his length.
The sudden jolt had her hands pawing the flat plane of her sibling’s stomach and her mouth fell open in a long moan. Sensing her muscles tense around him, drawing him deeper into her depths, she couldn’t help but tilt her hips so that every stroke would brush that sweet spot.
“Ahh… ahh… God! It’s… it’s so hot… ugh… so… hot!” Mina moaned, her core dissolving into a pit of molten wildfire and sending a rush of warmth coursing through her veins. Swept along on the furious tide of her orgasm, she could no longer hold herself back and began bounding up and down with renewed vigour. It was getting harder for her to breathe, her lungs squashed by the constricting hold of her top, the cotton growing tighter by the second. No! It was too tight! So hot! She needed to breathe. Her back arching, she raked her hands down Mark’s flat abdomen and up her thighs to where the hem of her top clung to her midriff. Seizing the garment in both hands, she dragged it up her body, breaking eye contact for the first time as she pulled it up and over her head in one effortless motion before carelessly flinging it off the bed to the floor, leaving her utterly naked. Mark’s gaze immediately fixed on her cleavage.
Typical.
The air felt chilled and her skin prickled under his hungry gaze. The feeling of cool air wafting over her fevered flesh served only to make the fires burn fiercer. She brought both her hands up to cup her perky breasts, expertly kneading the pliant flesh while rolling her already pebbled nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She was so sensitive at that moment that even the lightest touch was electric, and she arched wantonly into her own touch, trying to receive more of the pleasure shooting through her body.
The sight of her shamelessly groping her breasts while riding him however, proved too much for Mark and he instinctively bucked up to meet her downward motion.
“Ah!” she gasped, tossing her head back in sheer ecstasy as his sudden forcefulness drove him deeper, her walls stretching and rippling around him, sparks of pleasure igniting behind her eyes. Caught off guard, her legs gave way and she had to throw her arms out as she doubled over in rapture. Bracing her palms against his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, she tried to gather enough breath to scold him for his disobedience but he was well past caring and with a primal grunt, began thrusting upward into her liquid heat.
“Ugh! Mina… your pussy’s so small, so tight… I love it!” he gasped, his eyes alive with feral lust, driving into her with desperate, almost mindless strokes. The sound of Mark’s voice saying such dirty things gave her a naughty thrill, and he was being so rough with each thrust she could feel the fire in her loins spread as her channel pulsed, sending bolts of white-hot desire travelling along her nerves. Forgetting her objections, Mina gave herself up to his powerful thrusts.
Moving with him, matching him thrust for deep, penetrating thrust, she rocked and rolled her hips, bouncing vigorously upon his shaft, filling the space between them with the wet slaps of flesh meeting flesh as her nectar ran down her thighs. Delighting in her exuberance, Mark rocked and thrashed and groaned beneath her, his forceful lunges delving ever deeper into her plush depths as her eager hips gyrated, riding him with increasing fervour.
“Oh… you bad boy… ah… ah- yes… you like your stepsister bouncing up and down on your dick? Mmm… want me to fuck you harder- oh… God… your dick feels so go… oh… God!” she moaned, damp strands of her rich golden hair spilling over her shoulder as she rose and fell upon him, her mind consumed by his hard length filling her, then retreating, only to fill her again.
Releasing her grip on his shoulders as white-capped waves crashed over her at his every thrust, she stretched her hands out across the rumpled sheets to seize the headboard, using it for leverage to roll her hips against his with greater urgency. Hovering over the curve of his neck, panting hot, wanton breaths as the inferno raging in her core burned with fresh intensity, signifying her building climax, she bent down to take his earlobe between her teeth, flattening her breasts against his torso. Her pebbled nipples dragged against his torso, her body on fire. She suckled on the fleshy nub of his ear before laying a fiery trail of licks and kisses down the side of his throat to nibble along the ridge of his collarbone.
Utterly fixated upon the feelings amassing inside her, she was barely aware of the bed trembling beneath their passion or the repeating thump of the headboard striking the wall. Neither did either of them notice the dot of crimson glowing at the base of the bedroom door.
Gnawing wantonly on his collarbone, alternating between sharp nips and soothing licks, her sounds of pleasure muffled against his shoulder as the smouldering sensations burning through her dominated her senses. She felt the fire building inside her again, preparing to erupt. God! She was close, so very close. Yet it was not enough, nowhere near enough, and unable to stand the torture a moment longer, she pushed away from the headboard. Rearing back, both hands coming round to grip his upraised knees, she tossed her head back and cried out in sheer euphoria.
“Oh, God! Mark… your dick feels so good… oh, baby- yes…” she gasped, her pert breasts bouncing in time to the rocking of her hips and tight buttocks smacking against his thighs with a lewd, wet slap. Using her grip on his knees to help speed her movements, she focused all her energies on reaching her peak, meeting his every thrust with a plummeting descent and grinding her pelvis against his in tight circles. Every time their bodies joined, her clit banged against his pelvic bone, igniting a lightning storm within the bundle of nerves that propelled along her spine to every fibre of her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of sweet oblivion. “Ugh… fuck, yes! Give it to me… I want it. Harder, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“Ah… shit- Mina… I can-can’t take it… your-your pussy is so-so… I’m going to cum!” moaned Mark, his eyes hooded and glazed, his pale skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of perspiration, and his face a mask of absolute ecstasy, contorting his features. He was bucking beneath her, his cock swelling inside and jerking excitedly as her inner walls convulsed around him, his grip on her buttocks tightening to the point of agony, both steadying her and urging her to go faster, harder.
“Yes-yes… cum inside me… grind that cock into me… fill me up- oh, my God!” Mina was frantic, rising and falling, rotating her pelvis down onto his bucking shaft’s upward thrusts, riding him with such feverish abandon that her body shook as she raced towards her release. “Make my pussy cum- oh fuck- make that pussy cum again- oh God, oh God, oh God.” She was so close, her clit was pulsing and she could feel a tongue of flame lash her depths, the tight knot of fire within her core rippling and quaking, sending renewed shivers of delight to prickle her skin.
Mark seemed to know just what she needed. As she writhed above him, one of his hands released its grip on her and slithered down her mound to where they were joined, and two of his fingers closed over her swollen clitoris, rolling it back and forth between the digits as though he were testing a grape. The simple touch was like a strike from a bolt of lightning. Already on sensory overload, this fresh assault pitched Mina over the edge and the plateau came upon her so abruptly she only had time to impale herself upon him, trying to take his rigid length as deep as possible, before the ball of fire erupted inside her.
It began somewhere deep inside her, a spark, a burst of white-hot fire rippling outward, coursing through her, crashing against her until it had completely overwhelmed her senses. On their own volition, her hands released their grip on his knees and rose up to tangle in her hair, her lips parting in a voiceless scream of ecstasy. The world slipped from focus as vibrant streams of aurora glazed her vision. She could feel herself shaking in throes of pleasure, every nerve in her body suddenly electrified, her muscles convulsing in a flood of liquid pleasure. Swept up in the turbulent passion of her climax, she dimly heard Mark gasp and moan, his voice low and echoing as if she were hearing him from far away, before he shuddered beneath her and a rush of molten heat flooded her depths.
When the tremors finally subsided, every muscle in her body went limp and Mina tumbled into her lover’s embrace, panting long, ragged breaths as an afterglow settled over her like a warm blanket, and mini-aftershocks coursed along her nervous system. Resting her weary head just beneath his chin, she ignored the unfatigued part of her brain that insisted she should hurry this along and instead settled into a comfortable embrace, his arms encircling her narrow waist and drawing her against him as she nestled upon him, listening to his heart’s erratic beating slowly settling into a rhythmic march.
She’d forgotten how much she enjoyed these moments. No words were needed. It was just the closeness, the intimacy of being with someone who knew her better than she knew herself. With Mark, there were no illusions, no promises, and she didn’t have to play a character from a script or meet the public’s impossible expectations. She only had to be herself, if only for these brief moments, and he would accept her for better or worse, never judging her, only loving her as only he could.
Afterglow made her eyes heavy. Snuggling into the crook of his arm, listening to the deep thumps of his steadying heartbeat, she felt the years slowly lifting until she was once again the girl crying in her room, lost and broken. It had been prom night, but she’d come home after her date had dumped her before the eyes of their entire school year. Finding the house empty, Mina had sealed herself away and wept till her eyes were red and sore and then there had been a knock on her door.
“Go away” she’d tried to yell through a fit of sobs, but her voice was little more than a croaky whisper. Mark hadn’t listened and had come in. Again she demanded him to leave her alone, but he wouldn’t, he’d just stood in the doorway, watching her, taking in the sight of her curled up on her bed, dress dishevelled and her makeup smeared and tear-streaked. When she finished, her little stepbrother crossed the room and swept her into his arms. Still crying, she tried to pull away and then lashed out, kicking and scratching as if she were fighting for her life before beating her hands on his chest. He never let her go. Three years younger, but already bigger and stronger, he held her close until the storm passed and she went still.
They’d remained like that for the longest time. Mina didn’t say a word, only basked in the comfort of his embrace. When she did finally stir, she found him already watching her, his brown eyes big and round and glassy with fear. She’d never seen him so afraid and when their eyes met, she did the unthinkable. She kissed him. It was their first true kiss, but the first of many. In his arms, she felt free in a way she’d never thought possible. They’d tumbled together onto the bed, their lips and fingers avidly exploring this new territory. He’d set a fire in her soul and suddenly the world around them had ceased to exist. They made love well into the early hours, their hunger for each other apparently unquenchable. Though a confessed virgin, he’d played her body with an intuitive familiarity, each time building her up to new heights of pleasure before bringing her crashing down, over and over and over again, until dawn’s pink and gold light had bathed their spent bodies at the peak of a final release…
Mark suddenly shifted beneath her, shattering her reverie, his softening shaft slipping from her, causing her to groan in displeasure as the feeling of emptiness that followed shattered the spell that had fallen over her, dragging her back to cold reality. She found him already watching her, his perpetually unruly hair a sweat-sodden mop of chestnut strands, falling over his eyes and a goofy smile turning the corners of his lips.
He was just so cute. The sight brought butterflies to her stomach and she leant up, pressing a gentle, almost chaste, kiss to his lips before drawing back and returning the smile. “So squirt, did you enjoy your birthday present?”
Mark’s smile broadened, his eyes sparkling with emotion beneath the strands of his hair. The tip of his tongue swept across his lips, moistening them, and he brought his hand up to cup her chin, the pads of his fingertips gently brushing over the soft skin. “This was fant-”
“Well, isn’t this something?”