Max: A Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

"Come with me", she mutters in hot, staggered breaths, the words barely leaving her lips. Even without hearing her, Dante knows exactly what she wants.

As the edge of it pierces her like the tip of a bullet, ready to push through and tear her into a million pieces, ready to destroy the fabric of her existence and put it back together in a way it never was before, Dante disappears just that little bit deeper inside her. The sensation is almost indescribable.

Wrapped around her stepbrother's swollen cock, the muscles in her pussy spasming uncontrollably, Sash folds herself into him and comes hard. As the intensity of each orgasmic wave increases, her body twitches and convulses wildly, every single nerve-ending screaming in uncensored, x-rated pleasure.

Inside her, Dante swells. His balls tighten up against the moistened cord of skin that bridges the gap between her pussy and her anus, his neck twists upwards and his mouth hangs open, ready to let himself go completely.

Sash trembles in his grasp.

"Inside me", she begs, the words no more than a whisper of sound on her lips.

Dante can't hold back any longer. As it explodes inside him, he bucks, feels his knees weaken and can't help but stumble forwards, pushing Sash further into the wall for fear of dropping her.

He moans loudly and uncontrollably, a deep guttural sound that aches of passion and pent up desire, lifts himself up onto the balls of his feet and releases himself emphatically inside her. With his body jerking wildly against hers, a sense of overwhelming bliss cascading through him in shivers, he fills her full of his hot, viscous seed. 

Rigid with desire and still throbbing with sensitivity, a long time passes before Dante can bring himself to lower his feet and stand normally, desperate not to turn a present moment over to the past, and lose Sash again forever.

Eventually, overwhelmed by the exhaustion of such an enormous release of energy, he allows himself to rock back onto his heels, his hand quick to slide behind his stepsister's body to pull her into him.

She wraps her arms around his neck and allows herself to be guided, her head rested cozily in the snug of his neck, her legs locked together behind his back. She's not going anywhere.

Tonight, tomorrow, somehow they'll make this work. She wants to tell him, but she can't find the words.

Moving slowly through the debris that they've left behind them, stumbling like stunned victims of a life-changing event, they stagger to the bedroom, collapsing together in a mess of hot skin and ragged breath, onto the softness of the cotton duvet below them.

"Sash", Dante whispers, the last syllable lingering long on his tongue, an urgent need to say something, to know what they've done is ok, impossible now to ignore.

"Kiss me", Sash coos back to him, before she rolls over and stretches out her left arm, her right hand going to her collarbone.

"Here", she whispers, but Dante already knows.

She squirms lightly as he leaves a trail of kisses along her belly, gentle touches that tickle the skin in orchestral flushes, before moving slowly towards the swollen, elevated plumpness of her perfect breasts.

He manoeuvres around the puckered skin of her left nipple in kisses so delicate they barely touch her, stopping briefly to tease the tumescent nub of toughened flesh into his mouth, to explore it's ridged and bobbled edges with the sensitive tip of his tongue.

Sash moans lightly as he moves towards the patch of skin above, that forms the meeting point of her breast bone and clavicle, and in there, where the dimpled hole disappears into a dark shadow, he leaves a series of secrets that Sash hopes will bind their forbidden love forever.

Sash tilts her head back, the sensation all too exquisite to bear.

She lifts his head up and kisses him. A long, passionate, necessary kiss of lips and tongues and bites and smiles that neither of them wants to break. Afterwards, when they feel like they've caught up just enough for now, she makes him kick his legs out and lie on top of her, so his weight pushes her into the mattress.

Like this they tessellate.

This is her stepbrother, her forbidden taboo. They are not meant to be together, but here they are again, sharing the same bed, sharing the same desires and the same wonderful conclusion. Her mind is filled with doubt, and a million unanswered questions, but as she feels the wonderful contentment of sleep begin to pull her under, she's more than happy to enjoy what she knows she definitely has now, and leave the rest to deal with in the morning.

As she turns, she makes sure Dante turns with her, his cock already hardening again against her leg.

"Slowly this time. I'm still mad at you for what you did."

Dante trails the tips of his fingers over the length of Sash's torso, from her outer thigh up to her shoulder.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"Fuck me until I fall asleep in your arms, and then we'll talk about how you can make it up to me tomorrow. Remember you're already three years in debt."

"Ok", Dante agrees, closing in on her hungrily.

"And this one", Sash is careful to add, as she draws her knees up to her chest. "This one you get for free."

T
he knock on the front door rouses her slowly from a deep and restful sleep, the sound belonging for a confusing moment to the cloudiness of her dream. When she realizes it's not going to go away, she forces herself awake. There is a moment of dawning realization, before the memory of last night comes back to her and she knows something is wrong. Turning quickly, she sees the bed is empty next to her. Dante has gone. 

"No. no, no, no,no, not this time."

She looks under the bed, around it, in the shower, but he's not there.

"Fuck."

Where the fuck is he? She can't believe she's let him in again so easily, only to have him turn around and run out. 

"Fuck."

She bangs her fists on the bed. She can't believe it. She can't believe he's gone. She can't believe she's been this stupid.

The knocking continues. Rhythmic taps on the panels of the door that show no sign of going away. Sash gets out of bed and pulls on her clothes. There is nothing else she can do but go on.

Martin presses his nose up to the viewing hole, hoping to catch sight of Sash through the spiraling darkness. When she opens the door quickly, he almost topples forwards into the room.

"Martin."

She half hoped it would be Dante.

Martin rushes to compose himself, running fat fingers through thinning hair. He's out of breath too, which is remarkable, considering the short distance he has to travel to get to her flat from his.

"Sorry to disturb you. I thought you might be sleeping."

In her haste to get to the door, Sash has forgotten about the mess they made of the living room last night. Realizing it now, she tries as best as she can to block it from view.

"I was."

"Did you have a party last night?"

Martin tries to peer round her, as though doing so is part of his remit as a landlord. "I heard noises. Banging. The walls were shaking."

"There was a cockroach", Sash lies. "I had to turn the living room upside down to find it."

"A cockroach?"

"A cockroach. A big ugly cockroach. It got away as well, but when I find him, I'm going to kill him."

"That's unusual."

Martin is clearly not entirely convinced by her story.

"Look, anyway, Martin, how can I help?"

"It's the end of the week. I need the rent money, Sash, otherwise I'm going to have to call the police."

"You don't need to call the police. I've got it here."

"I don't want to do it, but I've got no choice, I'm sure you'll understand. This is-."

"Just wait there."

Sash closes the door on him before he's even finished his sentence.

Frantically she searches for her coat, finding it eventually by the side of the couch. Expecting to find the money in the hip pocket, she's confused to find it empty. She checks the other one, but it's not there either. It's not in her bag, on the floor to the side, or the million and one other places she rushes around her apartment to search in.

She calls Dante's mobile but it goes straight to his answer phone, and when she phones his office it just rings out.

"Fuck", she screams.

When she opens the door again, Martin doesn't look like he's moved.

"-Serious now", he says, finishing the same sentence Sash cut off, as though the movement of the door might have acted as a pause button.

"I don't have it."

Sash begins to cry. "I had it, but I don't have it now. I'll get it. I promise I'll get it, just give me another day or so."

Suddenly she realizes she's not hiding the crime scene behind her anymore, and Martin is looking at her, and it, with concern.

"I'm sorry Sash. I've been more than reasonable."

"Martin, please. Just until the end of the day."

Martin shakes his head. "No. Time's up Sash. I want you out of here by six. Either you go alone or the police escort you."

"Martin, please", Sash cries, but Martin has already begun to shift his immense bulk into a turn. Getting him to come back and change his mind would be like trying to change the course of an oil tanker. She's fucked.

Back in the apartment, she screams at the top of her voice, kicks one of the fallen paper back books against the far wall and then crumples into the sofa.

"Dante", she screams out loud, shaking her head in disbelief. "Where the fuck are you?"

She can't believe it. Not only has he tricked her into fucking him for the very first time, claiming something she would never give him the first time around, he's taken the money she needed to pay her rent.

Fucking ass-hole.

Sash folds herself over so she's lying down on the couch. With her hand on her belly, she remembers the incredible fuck he gave her last night, that almost brought the whole house down. She remembers the kisses he left on her clavicle, and the delicate way he held her and fucked her to sleep. What she can't understand is why he'd do that only to then fuck her over again.

Did he just want what she couldn't give him the first time around? Was that it?

Most of all, she remembers the way he came inside her, and the fact that it didn't even occur to him to ask her whether she was on the pill.

Typical fucking Dante.

She wonders whether he would have continued anyway, if he knew for a fact that she wasn't. It doesn't matter now. It could be growing inside her already, and there would be nothing either of them could do to stop it.

Despite the fact he's fucked her and fucked off, and Sash feels cheated again, she's certain that if it's already begun, there is no way he'll be able to refuse her. The words feel heavy and unfamiliar on her lips.

"Baby", she says, just to hear them spoken aloud.

She shakes them away and feels stupid for saying it. The idea won't leave her though. She imagines herself confessing them to him, having him hear the words and then holding the thing out to him and getting him take it.

"It isn't that weird", she says out loud now. "It wouldn't be the first time I've dreamt it."

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