Redemption: A British Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

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. His lips touched mine and awakened my body from the sexless slumber I’d been in for the past few months. My legs moved frustratingly slowly under the water, but I managed to lock them around him and pull myself in close.

Oliver moved his lips down to my neck, seemingly determined to kiss every part of my body that was above the water. I held him tightly against me as I tried to get hold of his wet back. I’d been waiting for this moment ever since I laid eyes on him in the limousine. Scratch that; I’d been waiting for this moment for eight years.

One of Oliver’s hand gripped my ass firmly, while the other went between my legs, quickly moving the bikini bottoms to one side and parting my folds. I gasped as two fingers slid inside me, while the palm of his hand rubbed lightly against my clit.

I had little control over my body as I half floated and half rested on Oliver, so I just wrapped my arms around him and held tight while he explored inside me. The weirdness of being penetrated in the water combined with a sensation of weightlessness soon had the blood rushing through my body as I panted loudly in his ear.

The glass surrounding the pool meant that potentially anyone could see inside, but for some reason I didn’t care. I usually avoided any kind of public displays of affection, but right now Oliver could have fucked me up against the glass without me even thinking twice about it.

I kissed and bit down on Oliver’s neck as his fingers kept moving inside me. I needed more. I needed his cock inside me, but I didn’t want him to stop. He had me so close.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” Oliver whispered in my ear. “I always knew you’d have a nice tight pussy. I want to see if you can take my cock inside you.”

“I can,” I moaned. “Please give it to me.” I reached down between my legs and grabbed his hard cock through my shorts. I couldn’t tell how long it was, but it was definitely thick. Real thick.

“You sure you can take that?” he asked, still slowly moving his fingers inside me. “You’re so tight; it might hurt.”

“I want to try.”

I’d fantasized so much about this moment. The worst thing about Maisie teasing me for being boring and not having a sex life, was that it wasn’t true. Well, the sex life bit was I suppose, but not because I was boring.

I was more adventurous than any of the men I’d been with, but they had never been able to bring that side out of me. When I was by myself, with my fingers between my legs, I thought about Oliver and how we would do the things I’d not been able to do with others. I’d been doing that for eight years, and now here I was straddling him in the pool while his fingers explored my sex.

Oliver kissed me again, and his fingers slipped slowly out of my pussy. My hands reached down and tried to pull down his swimming trunks, but he grabbed me by the wrists and stopped me.

“We’ll have to go back to your room,” he said, between kisses. “Condoms don’t work too well underwater.”

I reluctantly let go of Oliver and quickly swam to the edge of the pool. I climbed out and dried myself off with the towel I’d brought up with me, and watched Oliver as he walked up the stairs at the shallow end of the pool. He reminded me of Daniel Craig as he came out of the ocean, except Oliver was at least a foot taller and had far more muscle. Unfortunately, I was no Bond girl.

Oliver grabbed his clothes and we practically ran back to my room, passing a bewildered looking guard that Oliver had paid to keep the pool restricted. I would usually have been embarrassed for acting like a horny school child, but right now I didn’t care.

The second the door closed, Oliver pulled the string to undo my top and then did the same for the bottoms. My clothes dropped to the floor and now I was naked. Completely naked and he could see my scar. He could see everything.

“Why aren’t you naked too?” I asked, looking down at his swimming trunks. “Let’s see if this thing is as big as you make it out to be.”

I slowly loosened the drawstring on his trunks and pulled the waistband open so that I could get them down over his erect cock. I let the trunks fall and then took a good, long look at his manhood. Yep, it was thick. Decent length as well, but it was the thickness that had me a little freaked out.

“We’ll take it slow,” Oliver said, as he dug a condom out of his pants. “Now, get on the bed. I want to finally have my way with you.”

Oliver went to kiss me, but I put my finger on his lips and stopped him. “If I remember correctly, I said you could have your way with me if you beat me in the race. You lost pretty comfortably.”

“You’re not really going to make me wait any longer are you? I’m about to explode here.”

“No, but I won the race, so I get to claim my prize.”

“And what’s that?”

“
I
get to have
my
wicked way with you.”

With my petite frame, I couldn’t make Oliver do anything, but when I pushed him towards the bed, he took the hint and fell onto his back. I knew he thought of me as some sexually repressed young girl, but he was about to find out it was dangerous to make assumptions about people.

I took the condom from his fingers, and opened the foil wrapper. He’d bought extra-large condoms, but it would still be a snug fit. I pinched the tip of the condom and rolled the lubricated latex rubber down his thick shaft. Blood was pulsing through the large vein running up the cock from the base to the tip. I had a sudden urge to try and take him in my mouth, but that could wait.

Oliver lay on his back looking lustfully at my naked body as I crawled up his muscular frame and planted a kiss on his lips. Our bodies were still damp from the pool, but there was no mistaking the wetness between my legs as I lightly rubbed my pussy on his stomach, teasing him with what awaited his cock.

“I never picked you as a tease,” Oliver said. He was smiling, but I could see the tension taught in his face. He needed this as much as I did.

“I’m no tease,” I replied. “I’m going to give you everything you want and more.”

I reached my hand down and grabbed hold of Oliver’s cock, angling it up slightly and then guiding it towards my pussy lips as I moved down his body. Oliver groaned as I used the tip of his cock to part my folds and then positioned it at my opening.

Moving slowly, I gradually relaxed back down on his cock until I had the entire thing inside me. There had been a little discomfort, but it was worth it. I had him in me. His cock was in my pussy at last. His thick, tree-trunk-like legs were beneath me as I started to rock my hips slowly back and forth. Finally, after eight long years, I was riding Oliver Cornish. About fucking time.

Oliver still looked surprised to see me taking the lead, but this was nothing. If I could truly let go, truly be myself around him, Oliver would be in for one hell of an afternoon.

M
ichelle was
a woman of many surprises. She’d always been so shy and quiet around me, but that had been because of her scar. Once that obstacle had been cleared, the real Michelle had come out to play, and that was something to behold.

Now she was riding my cock, with her fingers digging into my chest as she locked eyes with me, and having no problems taking my entire shaft inside her. She’d been so tight when my fingers entered her in the pool; I never thought she would take me so easily.

My hands worked their way up to her breasts, my fingers tweaking her nipples before taking them greedily between my lips. This hadn’t been exactly how I imagined our first time going, but I damn sure wasn’t going to complain.

I’d planned on tasting her, teasing her with my tongue until she begged for my cock. Instead she’d taken the lead, and now she had me eating out of the palm of her hand.

Michelle groaned and moved her hips faster when my teeth bit down gently on her nipples. She clearly liked a little mild pain—just my type of woman.

We made eye contact again, and I brought Michelle’s lips down to mine, desperate to have my tongue inside her mouth again. I kept her lips against mine even as I felt her breathing quicken and her pussy getting wetter around my cock. She finally tore her lips away, out of breath and unable to slow down.

“How long have you dreamt about this?” I asked.

“Years,” she replied.

“Do you think of this when you touch yourself?”

“Yes. Always. I always think of you.”

“Touch yourself now,” I commanded. “Touch yourself and tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Michelle closed her eyes and lowered her hand down to the swollen bud at the top of her wet slit. She slid her fingers between her lips to get them wet and then started slowly rubbing her clit. She took a deep breath in and let it out in a loud, but slow groan. Little gasps followed as she started rubbing herself faster. I couldn’t resist thrusting inside her, my cock pulsing as I watched Michelle get herself off.

“What am I doing to you?” I asked. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You’ve pushed me down onto my knees,” she said softly, between short breaths. “Making me suck you.”

I hadn’t been expecting that. She got off on sucking my cock? That could prove an added bonus.

“Keep going.”

“You’re forcing your cock into my mouth, but I can’t fit it all in. You’re annoyed so you pick me up and throw me onto the bed.”

“You like men treating you rough?” I asked, gyrating my hips and thrusting my cock deep inside her.

She shook her head. “Only you. I like surrendering myself to you. You’re making me get on all fours on the bed,” she said, continuing her fantasy. Her fingers were moving furiously now, slipping around her wet clit and occasionally moving between her folds.

“You like getting fucked from behind?”

She smiled and nodded. “You think you’re punishing me, but I love it. I always come when you fuck me from behind.”

I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her clit. She opened her eyes, and went back to grinding her hips on top of me, desperate not to lose the sensation.

“Show me,” I said. “Get on all fours. Now.”

Michelle looked directly into my eyes as she slowly raised herself up onto her knees until my cock had left the wet heaven of her tight sex. She turned around and fell down to her elbows, presenting her ass to me ready for the taking.

I got on my knees and easily reentered her soaking wet pussy. My hands took a firm hold of her ass cheeks, leaving finger marks in her skin, as I pushed my cock all the way inside her. One hand moved gradually up her back until I reached her hair. My fingers took a firm grip and I pulled gently tugging her head back.

Michelle let out an animalistic groan and then yelled “fuck yes.” I hadn’t been expecting that, but I took pleasant surprises at face value.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, panting hard now.

“You like being fucked hard?”

“Harder,” she said. “I want it harder.”

I pulled her hair again and thrust harder. “You want this thick cock pounding your tight little pussy?”

“Oh God, Oliver, keep going.”

“You’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last much longer.”

“I’m coming,” she moaned. Her hands grasped around helplessly looking for a pillow, but in the end she just buried her head in the sheets to muffle her loud scream. Her body shook and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Fuck, Michelle. I’m going to come so fucking hard.” I thrust inside her one final time and shook as I emptied myself into the condom.

I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her and threw the condom in the bin, before laying down next to an utterly exhausted Michelle.

“You know what this means right?” I asked Michelle.

“I don’t even know where to start,” she replied, still panting heavily.

“It means for the first time this summer you’ve probably had a more energetic day than Maisie.”

“I’m not sure having sex once is quite the same as a day playing rugby.”

“No, but who says you’re only having sex once today?”

I
fought
the urge to fall asleep. My eyes kept closing as I lay on my side with Oliver spooning me, his large arm draped around me. My body was ready for a full eight hours of sleep, even though it was early in the afternoon. I’ve earned some rest, it told me. Let me go to sleep.

I think I managed to stay awake, although every time I looked at the clock by the bed another twenty minutes had passed. We’d have to leave soon to pick up Maisie and Shaun, but the last thing I wanted was to move from this position.

God only knows what Oliver thought of me now. He must think I’m some kind of sex freak. I touched myself on his command and told him how I liked it rough. That wasn’t usually how I had sex.

I’d never been handled roughly before by any lovers. I’d wanted to, but never felt comfortable telling them that. But with Oliver that was all I could ever think about. Even as a naive and innocent sixteen year-old I’d imagined letting him dominate me, although I had no idea what that entailed at the time.

I probably shouldn’t have been quite so honest with him, but the words had come out so easily. I’d sat on his cock, touching myself, and couldn’t hold back. It had been worth it. Oliver wasn’t the type to lay on his back and let the woman do all the work anyway; once I let him take over, he’d responded with a furious passion that still had my sex pulsating and wanting more.

Oliver yawned and pulled the bed sheet down to reveal my naked body and the scar on my arm. I tried to pull the bed sheet back up for cover, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“It’s too comfortable under there,” he said. “I’m going to fall asleep and we need to leave in about half an hour. Besides I want to look at you.”

I kept my back to him, but I could feel his eyes staring at me. He’d be looking at my arm. Examining the burn marks. It was a bit late to feel self-conscious now I suppose. Oliver’s fingers touched the top of my hand and then started moving slowly up my arm. I froze, every muscle in my body stiff as he reached the burnt skin. His fingers stopped, but just as I started to relax he moved them up my arm and touched me. His fingers were on the layer of scar tissue at the top of my arm.

That part of my arm was numb and there was little sensation on the skin, but I still shook, a shiver running down my spine, as I let Oliver explore the part of me that was untouched by any man.

His fingers moved around the edges of the small crevices that felt like huge craters to my overly paranoid mind. Once he had explored every nook, his palm came to rest on my arm and his lips kissed my neck. I wasn’t quite ready to relax, but it felt a hell of a lot better to know he wasn’t looking at it anymore.

“If we’re going to keep this up,” I said, “we’re going to have to tell Maisie and Shaun.”

“In that case, we’d better tell them soon. Because I don’t have the patience to sneak around any longer.”

“How do you think Shaun will take the news? I haven’t really been able to figure him out.”

“He’ll be happy, I think. I’m more of a brother to him than anything else, so I doubt he’ll give it much thought. I’m more concerned about Maisie.”

“She thinks the world of you,” I said. “But I suppose that could be the problem. You’ve been like family to her. She might think this is weird.”

“We should tell them together,” Oliver said. “Come to think of it, Maisie and Shaun will be relatively straightforward. My mom won’t say much and it’s not like we’re close anyway. I don’t even know my father. It’s your parents that could be the problem.”

“Mom will be fine,” I said. “She’s never met you, so it’s not like she thinks of you as part of the family. Dad on the other hand…”

“Yeah, your Dad’s never really taken to me.”

“He probably noticed the way I used to look at you eight years ago. He’s not really in a position to talk about relationships, given the way he left my mom with nothing, but he’s bound to say that what we have is wrong.”

“It
is
wrong,” Oliver said, as he resumed kissing my neck. “Very wrong.” He kissed me again. “You might even say it’s naughty.”

I gasped quietly as his hand moved to my breast and a finger began circling my nipple. “Yes,” I said. “It’s wrong. What we’re doing is naughty. Very naughty.”

“Forbidden,” Oliver said, squeezing my breast firmly. His cock stiffened as he pressed it against me. I parted my legs as his hand went down from my breast to my sex, where his fingers felt the dampness between my legs. He suddenly disappeared from behind me, but returned seconds later with his cock sheathed. Oliver wrapped an arm around me as he guided his cock inside me.

I held on to the edge of the bed for support as he rubbed my clit in time with the slow thrusts of his thick cock, which stretched my sex to its limit. It was the kisses and gentle bites on my neck that sent me over the edge.

An awkward conversation with Maisie loomed in the near future, but this made it all worth it. Oliver already knew me better than any other man ever had. He’d explored the two most intimate parts of my body and I’d never felt happier.

I came effortlessly this time, and only the fact that we had to get out of bed stopped it from being the perfect afternoon. There was plenty of time for that. We had the whole summer to enjoy each other, and I had many more fantasies that Oliver could help make a reality.