Wanting My Stepsister(13)

Jasper’s hands slide to my hips under my shirt as his forehead rests on mine.

“Don’t say anything,” he says softly, his hands sliding up my back, stroking me up and down. His mouth moves to my cheek, and he places little kisses there. I don’t know how long we sit like that in the darkness, with his hand gently petting me. It’s like he can’t stop touching me. The roughness of his palm feels so good on my skin, and it makes me feel precious and delicate under his hands. The silence around us feels peaceful, and all thoughts are held at bay.

Too soon, he moves us by scooting back on the bed. I worry that he’s going to push me away, but instead he holds me tight and lies on the bed with me straddling him. When he’s settled me on top of him, his hand goes back up my shirt and he continues to rub me up and down.

I try to fight sleep, not wanting the morning to come. The light will shine on what we’ve done and will make all of this feel dirty and wrong. I want to hold on to this perfect moment and not lose this feeling, but the light will come, no matter how much I wish for it not to. It will show what this could do to our family and our parents whom we love so much. What will Jasper be like tomorrow? I don’t want to face any of it, and I want to lie with him like this forever. But his strokes are so soft on my skin, and the smell of him filling my lungs is too comforting. I can’t fight the pull, and I succumb to sleep.





7





Jasper





“Oh fuck,” I moan quietly as her mouth surrounds my cock. Her warm, wet tongue is circling the bulbous head, and I grip her soft, silky hair tighter as I fuck into it. I feel myself bump the back of her throat, but she doesn’t make a sound. Only swallows around my length, telling me she wants my cum there. She wants it inside her body, and I give over, letting her have whatever part of me she wants.

I squeeze my eyes shut and rest my head against the cool tile of the shower, letting my orgasm roll through me. I release my dick and watch the last of my cum wash down the drain as my fantasy dissolves and the water washing over me turns to shame.

I can’t believe I went in her room last night, and I try to push away the thoughts of what I did to her. But they flood back, and my cock is hardening all over again, my first attempt at release useless.

I went in to check on her after Mom said she didn’t feel good. But when I got there, I stood beside her bed and watched her sleep. After a while, I went to the chair in the corner of her room and sat down, unable to leave her. I’d spent so much time trying to keep her at arm’s length, scared of what I might do if she got too close, so I wanted to soak in the moment. Simply watch her without having to worrying about anything, feeling calm at having her close.

My gaze traced every inch of her exposed skin, memorized every curve. The softness of her cheek and the way the light hit it. The creamy pale skin of her thigh that was sticking out from under the covers. The small birthmark shaped like a strawberry on the inside of her thigh that I’d see when she wore bathing suits. I sat there and remembered how I’d dream about what it tasted like, how it would feel to touch it, and if she grazed her fingers over it when she put her hands between her legs to touch herself.

I burned the image of her into my brain until she woke, feeling my eyes on her. I should have left right then, but I was weak. Looking at her for so long had broken down my resistance and I couldn’t walk away from her. So instead of doing what I should have done—and what she deserved—I turned off the light. I didn’t want to see the look on her face when I touched her. To face the rejection in the bright light. I knew what I was going to do from the moment I walked in the room, and I couldn’t bear to see the look on her face when I finally did it. I know my sister loves me, but she’s still my sister, and what I wanted to do to her was far from innocent.

“Stepsister,” I say through clenched teeth as I turn the shower off and reach for my towel.

I replay it all in my mind as I towel off and walk into my bedroom. I double-check that the door is locked and I lie back naked on my bed, reaching for the baby oil on the bedside table.

I put some in my hand and pray that one more orgasm will be enough to get me through the day. Once I’m alone tonight, I can do it again, but I need to somehow manage to keep my dick under control until then. Or I’ll be reaching for her again. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought of all the places in this house I could pull her into. Steal a few moments and no one would know.

Lubing up my cock, I close my eyes tightly and think about her little pussy rubbing on my cock. How needy she was for me, too—something I hadn’t seen coming. How she whimpered for it, and how my dick got my baby sister off. I should be ashamed of that thought, but it somehow gets me impossibly harder. My shaft grows with need as if I didn’t just jack off in the shower. I use my other hand to rub my balls as I think about the kiss and how fucking perfect it felt. Her bee-stung lips so soft against mine, how her tongue tasted like brown sugar.