4. Harrison #2
The office is my refuge on the first floor, separate from the upstairs bedrooms where Arthur and Frances sleep. Their master suite is on one end of the second floor. Holly's room is on the other end, across the hall from a guest room.
A soft knock interrupts my reading. The door opens before I can respond. Holly slips inside, locks it behind her.
She's wearing only a thin nightgown—white cotton that hits mid-thigh, nearly transparent in the lamplight. No bra underneath. I can see the outline of her nipples through the fabric.
My cock hardens immediately.
"You shouldn't be here." I lean back in my chair, force myself not to move. "If they wake up?—"
"They won't." She approaches my desk with more confidence than she had three days ago. "They're both asleep. I checked."
"Holly—"
"You've been torturing me all day." She stops in front of my desk, her eyes dark and wanting. "The pantry. Dinner. You're driving me crazy, Harrison."
I cross my arms, study her. "Have I?"
"Yes." She moves around the desk, stands between me and the computer screen. "I can't sleep. I can't think. All I want is you inside me again."
The bold admission destroys what's left of my control. I stand, back her against the desk. My hands grip her waist, lift her onto the surface. Papers scatter.
I push her nightgown up around her waist. No panties underneath.
"Naughty girl." My voice is rough with need. "Did you plan this?"
"Maybe."
I spread her thighs, position myself between them. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. "You're learning, stepsister."
I unzip my pants, free my cock. It's already hard, aching. I line up with her entrance and thrust inside in one smooth motion.
Holly gasps at the sudden fullness. I cover her mouth with my hand.
"Quiet, baby. You have to be quiet." I lean close, my lips brushing her ear. "Our parents are right upstairs."
The reminder makes her pussy clench around me. She's tight and wet, her body gripping my cock like she was made for it.
I set a hard, fast pace. The desk creaks slightly with each thrust, but I don't stop. Can't stop. My cock pounds into her tight pussy, her juices making each stroke smooth and deep. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the office.
"Taking your stepbrother's cock so well." I keep my voice low, gravelly. "Does it make you wet knowing your mother is sleeping right above us while I fuck you?"
Holly whimpers against my hand, nods frantically.
"Such a dirty stepsister." I angle my hips, hit the spot inside her that makes her see stars. "So young and innocent-looking, but you love this, don't you?"
I remove my hand from her mouth, kiss her deeply to muffle her moans. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my shaft.
"That's it." I break the kiss, my breathing harsh. "Take all of your stepbrother's cock. Every thick inch."
My hands grip her ass, pull her forward to meet each thrust. Her tits bounce beneath the thin nightgown. I lean down, suck one nipple through the fabric. Holly arches into my mouth.
"Harrison—" She gasps my name. "I'm close?—"
"Come for me, stepsister." I thrust harder, faster. "Quietly."
She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her cry. Her pussy spasms around my cock, clenching and squeezing. The sensation pushes me over the edge.
I thrust deep and come inside her, groaning against her neck. "Mine. You're mine, Holly."
My cum fills her, marks her again. She trembles in my arms, her body still pulsing with aftershocks.
We stay like that for a long moment, both catching our breath. I pull back slightly, brush hair from her face.
"We can't keep doing this." Holly's voice is small, uncertain. "Eventually, we'll get caught."
"I know."
"What happens then?"
I stroke her hair, my fingers gentle despite the possessive grip I still have on her hip. "Then we deal with it."
"You make it sound simple."
"It is simple. You're mine. I don't care who knows."
Holly looks at me, her eyes searching. "Your father is married to my mother. This isn't just scandalous—it'll tear our family apart."
"Are you having regrets?"
"No." She says it immediately, firmly. "But I'm scared. Of what this means. Of what people will think."
I cup her face, force her to hold my gaze. "Look at me, Holly. I'm forty-nine years old. I've built a career, a reputation, a life. I'm not naive about consequences. But I've never wanted anything the way I want you."
"Because I'm forbidden?"
"Because you're you. The forbidden part just makes me more determined to keep you."
She should be worried by that. Any sane person would be. But I see the way her breathing changes, the way her pupils dilate. She's as addicted to this as I am.
"I'm going to figure this out." I lean my forehead against hers. "Give me time."
"How much time?"
"As much as it takes. But in the meantime, we're careful. No more risks like tonight unless necessary."
Holly nods, but neither of us believes it. We're past careful. Past cautious.
I help her clean up, adjust her nightgown. My cum is still leaking from her pussy, and the sight makes me want to bend her over the desk and take her again.
"Go back to your room before you're missed." I kiss her once more, slow and deep.
"Goodnight, Harrison."
I watch her leave, my mind already spinning with plans. She's my stepsister, twenty-nine years younger, and I'm obsessed. The world will call it wrong, disgusting, taboo.
Let them try to take her from me.