Stepbrother Charming(66)

That's when it hits me. Every year of sex I've had before her's fucking ruined. I thought I did good, rutting wild oats into the harem I collected over the years, right before Little Miss Perfect came along and dropped me to my knees.

Now, there's no going back. That shit I did before in bed with other girls? Absolutely fucking nothing.

What's right here in front of me, twitching and moaning as spastic aftershocks run through us, this is heaven. This is nothing but fucking nirvana in its purest form.

I root my dick inside her like a madman and don't stop 'til my balls are drained. Thank fuck she's the hottest thing I've ever seen, or else I'd have a hard time getting up again for the minimum four or five romps I've got planned for tonight.

Claire's slumped beneath me, her head on one pillow, trying to replenish the air in her empty lungs. I pull out and hop off the bed to grab a towel. It's gonna take a massive cleanup for anyone else to ever fuck in this bed again after the mess we just left, and we're only getting started.

She's still leaking my seed when I return. Something primal inside me wants to growl, push it back inside her, knock her the fuck up. The beast in my skull doesn't care if she's on the pill or not.

That's crazy talk, right? I've never imagined letting my seed take in any girl before. I wonder who the fuck I'm becoming. Fuck, who the hell is she?

I take a good long look.

This baby girl looking at me like I just handed her the goddamned moon's my lover, my confidant, my partner in crime. And yeah, she's still my fucking step-sister too, which is a big problem now that we're fucking.

My dick doesn't care. The greedy SOB is already getting hard before I climb into bed with her. Guess I'm not the only one who's got lust fever today.

Claire reaches for my cock and starts stroking it, slowly guiding her soft sweet lips to mine. I'm about to dive in when I feel something hot and wet splash my cheek.

What the fuck? Reaching up, I brush away a tear. I gently pull her head back and see there's a few more brimming at the corners of her eyes.

“Shit. What the hell's the matter, baby?”

“My life's a fucking mess, but I don't think I've ever been this happy. Why's it have to be like this? I wish we didn't have to go home, Ty.”

I wrap my arms around her, pull her close. “We don't have to. We'll stay out here as long as we can. I've got the coin to keep this big bastard gassed up and supplied for at least a month. Maybe longer if my old man drags his feet with freezing my trust fund.”

She looks up at me, her eyes narrow and hurt. “Then what? Something this good can't last forever, can it?”

“We'll make it,” I promise.

And I mean it too, even if I don't know how. I bring my lips to her forehead and stamp them there tight. This closeness is nice, even though my dick's thudding impatiently against her thigh.

I hold her for a few more minutes 'til she moves her head. Then she shifts her lips into mine, and that's the kiss that leads me to savoring her hot warm heat all over again in the most carnal ways imaginable.





IX: Somewhere Between Heaven (Claire)


I wake up to my phone ringing off the hook. Ty's left the bed. By the time my feet are on the cool floor, I realize we're moving again.

Big Pacific waves slosh outside the windows, broken only by the outline of the shore beyond. We're probably making good progress to southern Washington by now, and we'll be in Oregon's waters in a matter of days.#p#分页标题#e#

I can't wait. The beaches are warmer, brighter and more beautiful than the gloomy sands of Washington's shores ever will be.

My phone dings again and I snatch it off the floor. I already know who's calling before I hit the button.

“Claire? Claire!? Oh my God.” Mom's voice goes from panicked to relieved when she hears me breathe.

“Where the hell are you?” She snaps. “You've got to give us something so Gary can send someone to come get you. Jesus, I hope they drag Ty home too. I'm going to murder that boy myself if I find out he's hurt you.”

“No, no, no. Mom.” I let out a heavy sigh. “There's nothing to worry about. I left with him by choice. It's voluntary.”

There's a long pause. Then she explodes.

“What! Jesus Christ, Claire!” I hear her take a sharp, steadying breath. “Have you lost your mind?”

“No. Dan Jacobsen made a rude advance on me yesterday, and he decided to let me go when I turned him down. There's nothing else there for me this summer. Ty had something in mind that sounded a lot more exciting than sitting around trying to find a new job, so away we went.”

I swear I can hear her teeth grinding on the other end of the line. I can't blame her completely – it's a lot to take in – but nothing I say will ever justify it in her mind. I can't make sense of what she'll never understand.