OUTCAST: A Stepbrother Romance (8 page)

A
nd he did
.

H
is mouth glided
towards my bosom, licking the area around each mound. His tongue circled the outline of my breast, spiraling into smaller circles until it settled on my nip. He gently bit my tip with his soft lips and I let out a rather loud moan. His nibble gave me a fierce kind of pleasure that I found hard to contain.

I
mmediately
, he placed his hand over my mouth and he gave me a sharp yet affectionate look. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew what he wanted to tell me... that I should keep quiet, or else our folks would hear.

W
hen I settled down
, he continued with his bliss-inducing act. His squeezed my nipple between his lips. He bobbed his head a bit, stretching my tip before it slipped from his mouth. Then he repeated it again. And each and every time, the tingles sent throughout my body intensified.

H
is hand slid
towards the rim of my gartered skirt. Then he pulled it down, and I willingly stepped out of the clothing that dropped on the floor.

H
e stepped back
and removed his hooded sweatshirt. How long has it been since he washed it? It looked so untidy. Stains were everywhere... from dirt and sweat and, most probably, his blood earlier this week. Yet... he didn’t smell foul at all. He had a sharp fragrance of aromatic roughness... of redolent strength... of evocative manliness... a scent that could only come from him and no one else.

H
e threw
his hoodie on the floor, next to my skirt and my top. His bare torso was before me... much like how it was a few days ago... with lumps and bruises and a scab near his ribs, marks of a battle that remained unknown to me, marks that failed to tarnish the powerful beauty of his form. His burly chest that exuded virility, his robust biceps that made me desire his protection, his flat stomach accentuated by rock-solid mounds of abdominal muscles that I could look at forever...

H
e skimmed
his hands over his thick black hair, revealing his handsome profile which remained apparent even in the semi-lit confines of my room...

M
y room
...

M
y fortress of solitude
...

A
nd he was here
...

W
ith me
...

A
nd I was alone
with him...

S
top
, Andrea! There’s still time! Turn back now!

H
e grabbed
my ass and pulled me towards him, my naked breasts mashed against his sturdy chest. Then he kissed me again. He was more aggressive that time around... more passionate... more purposeful...

H
is hand played
with the garter of my thong, threatening to pull it down.

H
e didn’t
.

I
nstead
, he ripped it off me, causing me to lose my balance for a bit. It should’ve been an awkward moment. But there was something innately irresistible about his display of strength... something which I found highly stimulating.

S
o I knelt before him
... much like how I did with Finn that afternoon.

I
unbuttoned
his jeans and pulled down his zipper. He helped me out by removing the pair completely, his briefs included.

H
is cock
, massive in both its length and girth, was already hard... and I was awed.

W
ill
it fit in my mouth, I wondered?

W
ill
I be able to swallow it whole?

W
ill
this be the
thing
that will penetrate my womanhood and claim my virginity?

M
y virginity
...

W
as
I prepared to lose it?

T
o him
, of all people? My stepbrother?

T
hen it struck me
. For nine months, I have feared that sex would just diminish the things that Finn and I looked forward to. For nine months, I doubted whether sex would actually be good for our relationship. For nine months, I asked him to wait... as a test of his love... as a measure of his devotion.

A
nd what did
those nine months bring me?

A
broken heart
and a world of pain?

V
irginity
...

A
ndrea
, think about this really hard...

F
uck virginity
!

A
ndrea
... you’re bearing the pain of a love betrayed... you’re confused... take time to think about what you’re about to do...

I
’m going
to lose mine tonight!

W
ith him
!

With Nash!

N
o
, Andrea... this isn’t going to end well... you know that...

I
didn’t lick
his shaft to stir up his anticipation. I didn’t tease him with small kisses on the tip of his dick. I didn’t play with his balls to further arouse his lust.

I
skipped
the foreplay and swallowed his cock... all of it... or at least as much of it as could fit in my mouth.

T
o my surprise
, I was able to hold three quarters of his humongous penis. I underestimated the depth of the back of my mouth. I almost gagged at first, but everything quickly settled down and my lips started to slide smoothly along the trunk of his manhood.

M
y mouth swirled
around his cock and I saw his face... a wonderful sight of delighted agony. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to moan... or wail... or scream. I was making him happy, and I found contentment in that. My mouth alternated between sweeping up-and-down strokes and circular motions, and he started to tip his head left and right. He was trying to repress the pleasure he was feeling... and it was taking a lot out of him.

I
found
a pace that almost drove him into madness. He held my head. He guided me. He didn’t want me to lose my rhythm.

T
hen
, I felt his body start to shiver, and he pulled out his dick from my mouth.

H
e was about to come
, but he didn’t want the night to end.

H
e took
my hand and beckoned me to stand up. With his mighty arms, he turned me around and pushed my upper back towards the table of my drawer. I was standing up, slightly bent over, when he spread my legs with his feet.

T
hen he kneeled behind me
, his head positioned square on my ass, his mouth touching the opening of my womanhood from below.

A
nd he started to lick
.

A
nd I groaned
in absolute rapture.

H
is tongue lapped
from the base of my vagina to the tip of my anus, and the sensation I felt was amazingly beyond compare.

I
t was a combination of everything
... the vulnerability of my position, the skillful way he used his tongue, the forbidden nature of what we were doing, the relief from the pain I was feeling... everything... that made that instance highly, highly sensual. I could even argue that it was the most sensual moment of my life. I have never felt hornier than how I was when he was
tongue-fucking
me from behind.

I
was so stimulated
that a deluge of my wetness began to flow, uncontrollably, unto his face, into his mouth, across his cheeks... with some drops finding their way to the floor.

I
covered
my mouth with my own hand... I was at the verge of shrieking.

H
e continued
to slurp my pussy and the sensation intensified.

T
hen he inserted his fingers
, three of them if I wasn’t mistaken, inside my cunt, and I was forced to stand on my toes as immeasurable pleasure took over my body.

“
O
h my God
, oh my God, oh my God...” I started to utter... barely able to maintain a conscious effort not to scream.

G
oosebumps started
to form all over me, something he surely discovered.

H
e stood
up and draped his upper body on my back, holding my hands from behind and pinning them on the surface of the table.

T
hen I felt it
.

T
he hardness
of his cock slowly penetrating me.

T
he tip
of his dick entered me fluidly. It played around the opening of my vagina, tickling the walls under the lid of my womanhood, teasing me with the ecstatic experience that was yet to come. It also caused more of my juice to flow, and his cock rubbed it all over the entrance to my sex.

T
hat made it very slippery
... slippery enough for half of his cock to go in.

I
t was painful
. My pussy hasn’t been extended that much before. It hurt so much that I almost yelled.

A
lmost
.

T
hen he pulled out
... only to go back in again. My vaginal walls began to adjust to the size of his cock. He pulled out and pushed in, repeating the routine over and over again, building up to a gripping sensation that only rocketed with every intrusion.

H
e rubbed my back
, gently tracing my spine with his fingers... asking me, without speaking, if I was alright... if that was what I wanted.

I
gripped
his fingers with mine... a silent assent... a quiet reassurance... a complete surrender.

A
nd he pushed in
, spearing my pussy with the entirety of his manhood... and I screamed. He squeezed my arm to remind me of what should be done... so I buried my mouth over the back of his right hand, trying my best not to squeal.

I
t hurt once more
... and the second intrusion was just as painful.

B
ut come the subsequent penetrations
, the pain subsided, replaced by amorous bliss that prompted every nerve of my body to respond to his movements. I squirmed, I turned, I twisted. And he kept pushing and pulling his enormous cock in and out of me... my juice made his every motion smoother than the last.

S
oon enough
, he was pounding me... the base of his dick ramming my butt cheeks, the sound of thumping flesh reverberating all over my bedroom.

H
e moaned
, and he didn’t care. And I moaned as well.

A
t that moment
, the world was ours. No one else’s.

T
hen I noticed
something trickle down my thighs. The liquid wasn’t as thick as my wetness. It was quite diluted... not as heavy, not as dense.

T
he smell
that followed confirmed my suspicion.

C
oppery
. Ruddy. Musty.

I
t was blood
.

M
y blood
.

A
signal that
heralded the end of my innocence.

H
e didn’t notice
.

H
e kept ramming
his dick inside me, until he found a pace that brought him so much pleasure... a pace that I likewise found very gratifying.

S
o gratifying
that I began to shiver. My knees weakened. My toes stiffened. And every part of me - EVERY single part of me - started to tingle.

T
he intense heat
that once started in my gut has possessed my entire body, and it wanted to explode. The pressure was too much. I couldn’t contain it any longer.

S
o I yielded my defenses
, and with it, all the doubts and the hesitation and the worries I had.

I
surrendered
.

A
nd I came
.

A
gush
of euphoria surged through my system, claiming every part of me, embracing all of me.

I
moaned
, as lightly as I could, as he kept spearing my cunt. He didn’t stop. He kept penetrating me... moaning with me... his body tensing up as if he was going to explode.