Picture Perfect (10 page)

“Not really…my brother,” I managed to gasp as he fucked me. “No blood…relation.”

“You think that matters?” he demanded, still filling me with his cock. “You think that makes it all right for me to fuck you like this? For me to come in you?”

“Yes!
Yes
!” I gasped and it was more than an answer to his question. Finally, I was coming myself. The orgasm started at the base of my spine like an electrical tingle, and then it spread over me, making me cry out as I took the punishment fuck he was giving me. And all the while I moaned and writhed on his lap, I was unable to take my eyes off the mirror and the redhead who was being so thoroughly opened and used by the muscular man behind her.

“God, Mel, you look so incredibly hot when you come,” Kurt groaned and then he pressed his cock into me with one last thrust and held me steady against him, getting as deeply into my cunt as he could. His thick cockmeat pulsed inside my pussy, and I knew he was finally letting go -- finally coming inside me. The realization brought on a second orgasm for me, and my inner muscles spasmed as though trying to milk every last creamy drop from his cock into my pussy.

“Yes, Kurt,” I gasped as I rippled around him. “Fill me up, come in me. I want you to do it.”

We finished at the same time, thanks to my orgasm, and I would have been happy to keep him inside me but Kurt was already pulling away.

“This is what you wanted to see so look closely,” he said, his deep voice clipped and angry. We both watched, mesmerized, as his thick shaft slid free of my cunt. Then Kurt took my hips in his hands and tilted my pelvis so that we had a clear view of my inner pussy. It was deep pink from his rough treatment and my tight little hole was filled to overflowing with his creamy, white cum. It coated my puffy cunt lips and beaded on my clit even as it dripped out of my pussy to wet my thighs with its slippery profusion. “There,” he said, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “Are you happy now that you got your cum shot, Mel?”

“No,” I murmured and twisted in his arms so that I was facing him, looking away from the distracting images in the mirror.

“What, didn’t I fill you full enough?” he asked sarcastically. “You want me to try again and make sure I fuck you harder and come more next time? What other excuse can you come up with for us to fuck?”

“I don’t need excuses,” I said, looking into his eyes. “And neither do you, Kurt. I’m sick of pretending I’m just your little stepsister and nothing more. I’ve wanted you from the minute I met you, but I kept denying it to myself for the same reasons you are -- because I thought it was wrong. But recently, I realized that the only thing we’re doing wrong here is denying our true feelings for each other.”

He scowled. “Mel, get real. What would your mom or my dad say?”

“Why should we care what they say?” I countered. “Damn it, Kurt, I’m sick of being worried about that. They have their life. They found each other after my dad died and your mom asked for a divorce. They have their happiness -- why should it stop us from having ours? I don’t care if we have to move to another state and never talk to them again; I just want to be with you!”

I was panting for breath after my impassioned speech, and Kurt seemed to be looking at me with a new expression on his face.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you get so upset about anything,” he murmured, reaching up to cup my cheek.

“That’s because this is important to me,” I stormed. “I want you in my life as more than a big brother, Kurt. I can’t be satisfied with that stupid, stilted relationship anymore. I need more -- I need
you
.”

“I need you too, Mel,” he said at last. “But, well, I was kind of under the impression that you didn’t need me -- not really. That you just wanted me for that modeling shoot and that was it. And then today -- well, I didn’t know what to think about that. I guess I thought you were just horny.”

“How stupid can you be, you big lug?” I asked affectionately. “For the entire time we’ve known each other, there has been this incredible sexual tension between us -- do you think all of that could be used up and satisfied in one sexual encounter? I didn’t just want you for the modeling shoot, and I don’t just want you for this one fuck. I want you
forever
. And…” I bit my lip, my heart suddenly beating frantically in my chest. “And I was hoping you felt the same way,” I finished in a small voice. It occurred to me that maybe I was reading too much into his emotions. Was I the only one in love here?

Suddenly, he grinned at me and I felt a great wash of relief. “Of course I feel the same, Mel,” he said. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I’ve known you. I want to wake up with you in the morning and go to bed with you at night and love you all the time in between. My dad is probably going to kill me…”

“And my mom will never talk to me again,” I added.

“But it’s worth it,” Kurt said at the same time I said, “But I don’t care.”

Impulsively, I kissed him. “I’m so glad you feel the same way I do about it,” I told him. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since we did that shoot. The way you felt so right against me, inside me…”

“I know what you mean.” He grinned at me. “I’ve been thinking about it pretty much nonstop too. And to think we owe it all to your resolve to get every picture perfect. Do you think we should invite Lisa McKenzie to the wedding?”

I gaped at him. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Would you say yes if I did?” he asked softly. “I mean, not right away -- after we finish school, of course.”

I laughed. “Mom is going to
die
. What will the ladies in her garden club say when they find out her son-in-law is also her stepson?”

Kurt shrugged. “Let ’em say anything they want as long as
you
say yes.”

“Yes,” I said, kissing him again. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Good, that’s settled.” He grinned. “So like I said, should we invite Lisa to the wedding?”

“Invite her, hell -- I’m going to get her to take the wedding pictures,” I vowed, laughing. I felt lighter than air and finally free. After five years of denying we wanted each other, Kurt and I were at last facing up to the truth. “Now the honeymoon pictures are another story,” I told my ex-stepbrother and current fiancé. “Those we can take ourselves -- now that we know what positions to use.”

“Speaking of which…” Kurt looked at me with fire smoldering in his blue eyes. “Do you think you’re up for another cum shot?”

“Mmm.” I snuggled closer to him and pressed my bare breasts to his hard chest. “I’m always up to making another perfect picture,” I told him. “And as far as I can tell there’s no picture more perfect than one of your cock sliding into my pussy.”

Kurt would have answered, but he was too busy kissing me to speak.

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