feint, pull back and let me come down from the mountains of pleasure he was building inside me.
I hated that he had this power over me, that he could play my body like a first chair symphony violinist would play the Stradivarius he’d spent years practicing and performing with, and Harrison had never touched me before tonight.
I knew all this experience came from sleeping with all those other girls in high school and presumably in the military. I knew how girls flocked to soldiers and threw themselves, and their underwear, at them. Right now, though, with Harrison’s tattoos peaking out from the sleeves and neck of his thin t-shirt pasted onto his gorgeous and manly body, any thoughts of jealousy that would normally overwhelm me took a distinct back seat.
I was having too much fun being the object of Harrison’s affections to be sad I wasn’t the only one to experience this. It was just too good.
I wanted him inside me. I wanted my stepbrother to fuck me. It felt so strange to have those thoughts running through my head, but not because I thought they were wrong, but because I’d had those thoughts before, but now it was actually a possibility. My step brother held himself above me kissing my body and making me moan with pleasure.
This was really happening. I didn’t want to let go of him for even a moment, or I would’ve pinched myself to make sure I was still awake. The strength of the pulses rushing through me suggested that I was, But I just wanted to be sure.
“Oh, Laurel, you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years,” Harrison briefed on me before setting off again to explore my neck with his tongue and lips. I didn’t even respond, just lowered my hands around his strong back till they reached the scene of his T-shirt.
“Take this off,” I whispered, needing to feel his skin against mine, only more so.
“Yes, of course,” was all Harrison said as he sat up, still supporting himself on his knees. I dragged my hands around the front of his waist and left them there on either side, while Harrison reached down and in one fluid motion holds the T-shirt off of him and threw it on the floor.
He stayed above me like that, striking a pose, giving me an opportunity to ogle him. And although I did. I wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his body with a magnifying glass, such was the perfection I could see on just the surface level.
His tattoos swirled around his chest and upper arms, dark blue lines in the soft light coming into my room from the streetlight outside. They made him seem predatory, like an animal. An animal barely contained, and yearning to get out.
Yearning to unleash itself upon the woman he was with.
Me.
After a long moment or two Harrison bent forward again at the waist and held himself above me. Now, with just the thin cotton of my skimpy tank top between us, I could feel his chest pressing even warmer on top of me.
“Your turn.” The command implied was clear - and I listened, lifting myself off the bed already damp with the results of our fooling around even though we’d just begun.
Trying to be as graceful as Harrison was just now, I lifted my shirt off, almost as successfully. Harrison didn’t laugh, but just watched me, a look of lust mixed with a heavy dose of wonder as he saw my breasts come into full view for the second time ever.
“You are an angel, Laurel,” Harrison let out, before lowering himself on top of me. This time with no clothing in the way our bodies pressed together like they were meant to.
“Mmm, kiss me, Harrison,” was all I could say in response. What else was there? I wanted him inside me, badly, and he wanted it too. I could feel his hard erection pressing against me, through my panties and his sweat pants. I’d seen his cock earlier in the day, and the stories I’d heard the girls in high school talk about when he passed by, with looks of pure lust in their eyes, were all true: my stepbrother was hung
I hated that he had this power over me, that he could play my body like a first chair symphony violinist would play the Stradivarius he’d spent years practicing and performing with, and Harrison had never touched me before tonight.
I knew all this experience came from sleeping with all those other girls in high school and presumably in the military. I knew how girls flocked to soldiers and threw themselves, and their underwear, at them. Right now, though, with Harrison’s tattoos peaking out from the sleeves and neck of his thin t-shirt pasted onto his gorgeous and manly body, any thoughts of jealousy that would normally overwhelm me took a distinct back seat.
I was having too much fun being the object of Harrison’s affections to be sad I wasn’t the only one to experience this. It was just too good.
I wanted him inside me. I wanted my stepbrother to fuck me. It felt so strange to have those thoughts running through my head, but not because I thought they were wrong, but because I’d had those thoughts before, but now it was actually a possibility. My step brother held himself above me kissing my body and making me moan with pleasure.
This was really happening. I didn’t want to let go of him for even a moment, or I would’ve pinched myself to make sure I was still awake. The strength of the pulses rushing through me suggested that I was, But I just wanted to be sure.
“Oh, Laurel, you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years,” Harrison briefed on me before setting off again to explore my neck with his tongue and lips. I didn’t even respond, just lowered my hands around his strong back till they reached the scene of his T-shirt.
“Take this off,” I whispered, needing to feel his skin against mine, only more so.
“Yes, of course,” was all Harrison said as he sat up, still supporting himself on his knees. I dragged my hands around the front of his waist and left them there on either side, while Harrison reached down and in one fluid motion holds the T-shirt off of him and threw it on the floor.
He stayed above me like that, striking a pose, giving me an opportunity to ogle him. And although I did. I wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his body with a magnifying glass, such was the perfection I could see on just the surface level.
His tattoos swirled around his chest and upper arms, dark blue lines in the soft light coming into my room from the streetlight outside. They made him seem predatory, like an animal. An animal barely contained, and yearning to get out.
Yearning to unleash itself upon the woman he was with.
Me.
After a long moment or two Harrison bent forward again at the waist and held himself above me. Now, with just the thin cotton of my skimpy tank top between us, I could feel his chest pressing even warmer on top of me.
“Your turn.” The command implied was clear - and I listened, lifting myself off the bed already damp with the results of our fooling around even though we’d just begun.
Trying to be as graceful as Harrison was just now, I lifted my shirt off, almost as successfully. Harrison didn’t laugh, but just watched me, a look of lust mixed with a heavy dose of wonder as he saw my breasts come into full view for the second time ever.
“You are an angel, Laurel,” Harrison let out, before lowering himself on top of me. This time with no clothing in the way our bodies pressed together like they were meant to.
“Mmm, kiss me, Harrison,” was all I could say in response. What else was there? I wanted him inside me, badly, and he wanted it too. I could feel his hard erection pressing against me, through my panties and his sweat pants. I’d seen his cock earlier in the day, and the stories I’d heard the girls in high school talk about when he passed by, with looks of pure lust in their eyes, were all true: my stepbrother was hung
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