He dug his fingertips into my hair, sending shards of pain through my scalp. "Oh Lisa...God, you feel good!"
I tightened my grip on his waist and threw my head back. "Don't stop. Don't stop!"
He gazed into my eyes before burying his head in the nape of my neck. "Can you ride me? I want your tits to bounce in my face."
A spasm of delight flitted through me. I couldn't deny my brother a thing.
I bucked my hips and changed places with him. I looked down on him and ran my fingers along his chiseled abs. "Oh Jeff," I whispered. "I've wanted this for so long."
He reached up and grabbed my breasts, and I used my free hand to steady him as I eased down, claiming him. He was sheathed inside me, flesh inside my flesh. We kept our eyes locked on each other as we rocked in time with the beat of the music. Everything else faded except for our bodies, doing what they'd longed to do. As my brother rammed and bucked me, his face wild, I wondered how I ever thought I could find a substitute or quell the longing in me.
When he squeezed his eyes shut and clutched my hips, there was only ecstasy left. He was about to come...and so was I.
I bounced on his rod, the feel of him pulsing inside me robbing me of the words I wanted to say. Things like,Don't stop, keep flicking my nipples, just like that...just like that! I felt the uncontrollable twitch of release and I let out a howl. He did the same, dropping his hands back to my waist and holding me still as he pumped me full of his seed.
We were sweaty.
Spent.
I climbed from on top of him and sunk into his flannel sheets. My heart was still racing. My body was still raw with passion.
I slid from the bed and walked over to the bedroom door and flicked the lock.
He propped his head on his hand, then flashed me a grin that made a spasm of delight course through my throbbing warmth. "Oh really?"
I strutted back to him, taking the hair tie around my wrist, then bundling my sticky golden strands into a messy bun on top of my head. "I'm ready for round two."
He shot up like a vine, jerking his still-erect dick. "Well...we better get to work."
Sibling Rivalry 2: Never Say Never
By Terry Towers
© Copyright 2014, Terry Towers, All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1
Darrien raked a hand through his short, dark hair in frustration as he went over his paperwork. His father had begun the process of taking over a smaller company earlier that week and left the details of the acquisition up to Darrien; which meant that Darrien was spending fourteen hour days, seven days a week getting the details in order. The whole thing was becoming one big fuck up the ass as far as he was concerned. But it kept him busy and kept his mind off her.
A faint knock sounded at his office door, but he didn't bother lifting his head when he yelled out to the person on the other side. "Yeah, come on in." His secretary was on her lunch otherwise no one would have gotten close enough to his office to knock.
The door opened, and closed softly. A tantalizing floral scent made its way to him, causing him to stop what he was doing as his cock immediately became rock hard. Ramona! What in the hell is she doing here?
He attempted to ignore her presence, and continue working but it was a feeble attempt at best. With a sigh he tossed his pen to the desk and sat back in his chair, shifting his dark gaze to meet his stepsister's bright blue eyes.
"Don't you ever get bored of working all of the time," she asked. She'd spat the word 'working' as though it were something distasteful - something beneath her.
"How would you know? Not like you've ever tried it." Darrien retorted. Since their little ‘vacation’ to the cabin, a couple of weeks ago, their relationship had more or less reverted to the way it was before they’d left. However, it was for different reasons than before they had left.
Her five inch stiletto heels clacked against the hardwood floor of his office as she took long graceful strides over to him until she was around the desk and perched on the edge next to him. Darrien's eyes slowly worked their way up her body; he was particularly entranced by the sight of her long shapely legs, elegantly crossed.
Darrien frowned as his gaze reached hers. "What's with the trench coat? It's beautiful outside." As he said the words his cock went from hard, to rock solid.
He wanted her badly and found himself frequently fantasizing about her and their time together at the cabin, but they'd made an agreement while there; they were not going to pursue a relationship - of any kind - once they returned home and he planned to keep it that way. His cock on the other hand, had different ideas and refused to let him forget how amazing it felt to be inside of her.
She swept her tongue across her bottom lip, immediately bringing his eyes to it. Her lips shone with a rosy pink gloss that made him long to claim their full lushness. His mind went back to their time at the cabin and how he watched those beautiful lips move up and down his cock. The ache in his cock increased, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his black leather swivel office chair and roll backwards - away from her - a couple of inches.