Stepbrother's Gift (18 page)

I gasped and my eyes shot open. His eyes were locked on mine. He moved his hand to my cheek, seemingly cradling it as he opened me up. I turned my face toward his hand and took his thumb in my mouth, closing my eyes and sucking on it. His pupils dilated and he plowed into me even deeper. My moans were muffled from my closed mouth but I knew that the vibrations on his thumb would feel fantastic to him.

“This body is just too perfect,” he murmured. He slammed into me, moving his hand from my face to behind my back, then suddenly stopped.  I was about to ask what he was doing when he thrust one of his legs up and flipped us. I shrieked again as his cock went a little too deep inside of me as I fell on him. He was so big inside of me, filling me to the point where I didn't know where he ended and I began. He didn't really give me a chance to recover, pulling me close against him and jackhammering into me from below.

His hands moved to my hips and he pushed me up a little bit. “I want to see you,” he said. I lifted myself to a kneeling position, and watched his eyes dilate again as I began to writhe on him. I wanted to make him lose control again. I grabbed my tits and pushed them up, moaning as I did so. His hands stayed on my sides, digging his fingers in with pleasure.

In another moment, I leaned forward a little and put my hands on his chest. My elbows pushed my breasts together, giving me fantastic cleavage and pointing my nipples directly at him. He obviously loved this, as he leaned forward to try to suckle on them. My hands on his chest prevented that, but in a moment he didn't seem to care.

As I continued to writhe, I must have hit a rhythm that James liked. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His hips matched mine without either of us having to think about it. “That feels so fucking good, Allie. You have no idea.”

I did have an idea, though. I loved being in control of my stepbrother for once in my life. I could feel the warm semen that he had already deposited within me, and with each movement of our bodies, I was keenly aware of how he made me feel. I had him angled at just the right spot. I moved one of my hands from his chest to my clit, rubbing myself as I tried to take even more of him into my body.

That definitely started me on my way toward my orgasm. And as I watched him open his mouth in pleasure, I knew that he was well on his way toward his own orgasm. I wanted us to come together, just like we had the last time that we had sex in Boston. I began to rub myself faster, but I knew that I wouldn't get there in time.

My hand crept upward, as if it had a mind of its own. When it reached the bottom of my tummy, I thought about the little baby bump that I would feel in just a few weeks. I thought of the new life that James had put inside there, the child that our lust had created, and I felt myself rising up much faster.

Faster than he was, in fact. I staggered forward as the first wave of my orgasm hit, my hands moving to either side of James' head and catching me. I felt my pussy contract but I knew that my own writhing had slowed down. James' eyes shot open, and he took charge. He put his hands on my back, pulling me forward while finally getting the chance to suckle my tits. His hips thrust up with a faster pace than I had ever felt before.

My orgasm continued as his nails began to dig into my back and his face just pressed into my tits rather than licking them. Suddenly, he pushed extra deep inside of me, staying there for a moment, then pulling out and pushing all the way back in. I heard his ragged breathing against my chest as he pumped a new load of millions of sperm into my body.

I felt another contraction rock my body as his semen shot into my body, soaking my already drenched womb. I collapsed into him and began to writhe my hips as he slowed his own movements. Still, his fingers still dug into my back, pinning me to him. Soon, though, he let the pressure down, seeming to relax completely against the bed.

His face moved into a soft smile, the look of a man completely at peace. His eyes opened and he began to stroke my hair. I could feel him softening, but every time I moved and my breasts touched against his chest in a new way, his cock twitched within me.

I put my hands on his chest and laid my head against him, closing my eyes. I wished that we could stay just like this for at least the rest of the day, curled up in bed together in post-coital bliss. I knew that he had a plane to catch, but I didn't care. Time seemed to stop when I was here with him.

He kept stroking my hair for a few minutes more. Then, he rolled out from under me and off the bed. “We need to get going. Do you need to rinse off?”

I shook my head. “Not unless you're going to.”

He grinned. “Maybe I should, but I'm going to need to anyway after the flight if I'm going to look my best for this social event.” He turned toward me, pointing toward his dick. “You just can't get enough of seeing
this
after a shower, can you?”

I laughed. Cocky James was back in action. “I guess not.”

“Well, I promise that next time I get you in my apartment, I'll let you do more than look in the shower.”

The offer sent a new shiver of happiness to me. I had always enjoyed shower sex, and I was glad that I was going to get to watch those washboard abs of his actually have water running down them. “I look forward to it.”

He grinned. “Good. Now get dressed.”

W
e took the taxi back to my dorm in silence. I knew that he couldn't be seen showing public displays of affection for me, but I still wished that I could lean up against him and have him touch me again.

I wondered if he'd ever be able to treat me like a girlfriend.

It was 11 am when we got back there. I half expected to see Nicole still passed out, but she was gone.

“Good,” James said when he saw that she wasn't there. I was almost worried that I'd have to bat her away when we got here.

There was a pause between us. “So,” I said.

“So.”

“When am I going to get to see you again?” I asked.

He shrugged. “This next week is terrible for me. What about next Friday? What are you doing then?”

I didn't have anything planned. “I don't know, my own business is doing so well that I might just be busy that day.”

He rolled his eyes. “It's just that I saw this last night.” He walked over to my computer desk and picked up the flyer from his coffee shop. “We're playing next Friday, and I was wondering if you'd like to come.”

I grabbed the flyer from him. “'Lefty and the Sharks'? How did you get the name 'Lefty'?”

He shrugged. “I'm not Lefty. I'm one of the Sharks.”

“How am I supposed to believe that the CEO of his own company isn't even the front name for the band that he's in?”

He shrugged again. “I don't run the band. Don't have time for it. I just like to play the guitar. In fact, we have another guy that sometimes fills in for me on guitar for practices and gigs.”

I laughed. “I have a hard time believing that you half-ass anything, especially your own band.”

He had a wry smile on his face. “I don't really care what you believe, Allie. I just like to play.”

I didn't really have a response to that. “Two weeks is a long time to wait to see you,” I said instead.

“Thirteen days, really. And it's fine. I'll email you between now and then. Can I count on you to come?”

I smiled and took a step closer to him. We were almost touching and I could feel his warmth through the air. “Yeah, I'll be there.”

“Good. We'll be practicing before the show and I'm hosting the after party. We won't get a lot of time alone on Friday but I guarantee I'll make it up to you on Saturday.”

“You guarantee it, huh? Can I get that in writing?”

He smiled and shook his head. “The last time I gave you a contract, you leveraged it to its maximum potential. You're too savvy a businesswoman to just willy-nilly sign a deal with.”

Inwardly, I laughed at that. But he was right. I would have used it to its maximum potential...

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my dorm room door opening. Nicole walked in, looking far more chipper than I had expected. I quickly stepped back away from James and into sister-appropriate territory. Nicole looked great. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a pink t-shirt. Definitely not enough clothes for how cold it was outside.

James gave her a once-over as she walked in, and I still couldn't blame him. He winced, however, when she walked right toward him. “James!” she cried out, wrapping her hands around him a big hug. “I was hoping I'd see you again. Are we going out tonight?”

James smiled and wrapped his hands lightly around her back. His eyes flicked to me before he pushed her away a little bit. “Nicole, glad you're alright. I told you last night that I had business today and that I'd be flying out.”

Nicole pouted. “Aw, that's too bad. I was hoping to get a redo of last night.”

I just bet she was
, I thought trying very hard not to succumb to jealousy. James laughed. “Maybe some other time,” he said.

It sounded like a blow-off to me, but Nicole apparently didn't pick up on it. “Can I get your number? You know in case I ever find myself in Boston.”

James didn't even miss a beat. “Sure, here's my business card. You'll have to let my secretary know that I know you from New York, but the message will get to me eventually.”

Nicole took the card and quickly read it. “And this is your email address?”

“Yeah. Sometimes that's a better way to get in contact with mffe,” he said.

“Well,” Nicole started, slipping the business card into her back pocket. “I do want to get in contact with you. And I
always
get what I want,” she said. The implication was clear. It was very hard not to hit her. She thrust out her chest, and touched his arm, dragging her fingertip down to his hand.

James cleared his throat. I had no doubt that he was already getting hard again, thinking about the little hard body in front of him. Still, his eyes flicked to me. “Allie, see you soon?”

“You bet,
brother
!” I said, exaggerating the brother part.

He smiled one last time at Nicole, then walked out the door. Nicole practically skipped to the TV. She turned it on then jumped into her bed. “Did you see how bad he wanted me?” she asked.

“Yeah, I saw,” I agreed. It wasn't a lie. I did see that he wanted her. I hoped that it didn't become a problem, but then again, Nicole was right. I had never seen her give up when she wanted something, and I had never seen a man resist her when she threw herself at him.

I shook my head, clearing my head of such worries. James was mine. I was sure of that.

I
booked my plane tickets to Boston that same night, but two weeks never passed so slowly.

Sure, I had plenty of classwork to keep me busy. I caught up on everything that I had missed over the last week, then got to work getting ahead so that a weekend away wouldn't kill my grades. I was lucky that this disruption had happened at the beginning of the semester, because I might never have recovered if it happened at the end of it.

I missed James' touches, but I did get emails from him. However, they seemed to be curt replies, as if he always had something better to be doing. A lot of “miss you” and “can't wait to see you again” type emails. It would be frustrating if I didn't know that he had a ton of stuff to do running his own company.

I spent the weekend just vegging out, watching TV and hoping not to think of James. Still, my hand ran to my belly more than I cared to admit. I knew it was too early to go get a pregnancy test, that it was more likely to give me a false negative than to give me a true positive even if I was pregnant. However, that didn't stop me from wanting to know.

Of course, Nicole spent the weekend partying. I figured she'd hook up with another guy and that she'd forget all about James. Still, every time I saw her on her computer, she seemed to be smiling and biting her lip. She occasionally looked over at me like she was doing something naughty. I managed to resist the urge to snoop on her computer, but I really wanted to at least try and steal a glance at what she was doing.

The next week started and it was like I was counting down the seconds until my last class on Friday. Even on Thursday night, I considered changing my flight and just skipping my next day's classes. The only reason I managed to resist was because I knew that James would be busy and that I'd just be cooped up in that apartment, if I was able to see him at all.

Instead, I just played on my computer. At about 8:00 PM, I got an email from my friend from high school, Tessa.

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H
ey girl, just checking in. Hadn't heard from you for a couple weeks. I was hoping we wouldn't fall out of touch again. Call me or email me whenever you have a chance.

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I
bit my lip. I didn't want to lose touch with her either. She was my best friend and was stuck in our home town, attending community college to get her core classes out of the way. I had been bad about keeping in contact before, but I didn't want to lose touch either. I emailed her back.

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H
ey! Nothing new here, just attending classes and loving life. What have you been up to?

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H
er response came immediately.

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N
othing happening here in Podunk. Have you talked to James yet?

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I
didn't know what to tell her. I had lied to her the other day when I had been in Boston, saying that I had told him a little bit but not telling her the full extent. I didn't want to lie to her again. Still, I knew I couldn't tell her about all the sex we had. I carefully worded my email.

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A
ctually, I'm flying out to Boston tomorrow to see his band play.

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A
lmost immediately, my phone began to ring. Tessa's face popped up on my screen. “Hello?” I answered.

“Allie, listen to me. I need to tell you something very important.” I heard worry in her voice.