SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

“I
came back expecting to find you crying and hurt. You actually liked that?” Brad
asked, all of a sudden right next to where she was floating.

Startled
out of position, she started to sink and came up sputtering water.

“Geez!
You startled me,” she yelped, swimming over to the ladder while coughing.

“Answer
me,” he demanded.

Brad
couldn’t believe what he had allowed himself to do to her. He hadn’t gone far
after, only into the kitchen where he grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator
and drank it down in a near panicked gulp. He never felt more self-disgust in
his life.

He
fucked her like she was a blow-up doll. Even when he was with a woman from his
other life, he never handled them that way. It didn’t matter that Jillian had
been torturing him all afternoon. Nothing excused what he had done. It felt
so…wrong. Though she hadn’t uttered a word of protest and she held him so
tight. He was barely able to wretch himself out of her grasp when he finished
in the most pathetic orgasm of his life.

“Fuck,”
Brad growled to the room, slamming the beer bottle down, nearly shattering it.
“What the fuck is wrong with me.”

Knowing
he would never forgive himself if he didn’t go and check on her, he went back
out to the pool, his eyes widening in shock when he found her lazily floating
without a care in the world. The look she was giving him now was one more of
annoyance than hurt or anger.

“Well,
I can’t say I actually liked it. You were so quick I barely even got a chance
to feel it at all.”

Sitting
on the ledge of the pool, he let his feet dangle in the water while she treaded
next to him.

“I
thought you’d be mad. I thought you would have tried to stop me. Or kicked my
ass afterward.” He was able to eke out a half smile at his last comment.

He
would have let her kick his ass too.

Jillian
thought about it for a moment before answering. “To be honest, it was still way
better than I’ve ever had before. I guess that’s saying something, huh?”

“What
made it better?”

After
a moment, and after averting her head to look away from him, she answered
softly, “It felt more real. Like you had to have me or die. It was passionate
and raw.” Her gaze flickered across the surface of the water before she looked
back up at him, “It made me feel alive.”

Her
words were like a bolt of heat straight to his cock. He shifted uncomfortably
on the pavement to try and hide the tent growing in his swim shorts.

“You
like it rough,” he stated.

“I
guess I do. I guess that’s what I’ve been looking for. I’ve just been looking
in the wrong places.”

“That’s
an understatement,” he said, finally smiling at her with his whole mouth.

She
grinned back. The tension between them was immediately brought down a few
notches. Brad hopped into the pool and swam over to her, catching her hand and
towing her over to where the water was shallower. Once they could both stand,
he pulled her into a hug.

“Fuck,
Jilly. I don’t know what the hell came over me, but you have no idea how
relieved I am you’re okay.”

Jillian’s
wet breasts were crushed against his chest, and he didn’t even attempt to kid
himself into thinking he wouldn’t be taking her again soon, albeit this time
with far more skill.

She
looked up at him, her face wet and her hair slicked back from the water. She
wasn’t wearing any makeup and looked her typical few years younger than she was.

“I’m
fine, really.”

“Good.
How ‘bout we go inside?” Brad said, already pulling her toward the stairs.

Jillian
didn’t reply, but let him take her where he wanted. It was incredible to
finally feel like she could let the man she was with take control and do with
her whatever he felt like. She trusted Brad more than anyone else she knew and
had no doubt he would be the best lover once he got over her being his ex-stepsister.

They
went into the house and dried off in the little mudroom set up next to the
patio doors. It was always kept stocked with heated towels and robes. Brad
dried Jillian off, but didn’t bother with giving her a robe to cover her naked
body. Instead, grinning wolfishly, he took off his wet trunks and draped them
over the bar dangling over a large sink. Once they were both dry, he led her
into the house through to the living room.

“Are
you thirsty?” Brad asked, leaving her at the couch before walking to the wet
bar.

“I’d
love a Captain and Coke.”

He
fixed her the drink, making the same for himself. Handing it to her, he then
ran his hand, cold and moist from the condensation on the glass, over her
breast.

Jillian
shivered. “Your hand is cold!”

Brad
smiled at her little squeal. She was just so damn cute. Switching his glass
from one hand to the other, he grabbed her other breast and gave it a hard
squeeze. He swore his cock grew a foot when he watched her eyes darken with
desire and the tip of her tongue came out and ran across her upper lip.

Jillian
was in danger of dropping her drink, she was so focused on what he was doing to
her. Instead of drinking, she put her glass on a nearby table, no longer
interested in it. Brad did the same, keeping his eyes on her. After a moment,
she had to look away, and stared at the floor while she shuffled her feet.

“What’s
the matter? You can’t look at me?”

Jillian
shrugged, still shy. “It’s just so strange.”

“It’s
okay,” he said. “I think I’m going to bend you over this couch and fuck you
from behind. What would you think of that?”

Her
mouth dropped open in shock, but she spun around and faced the back of the
couch quickly enough to leave no doubt she was willing and wanting.

Brad
pushed on her back to get her bent over and then pulled up on her hips so her
ass popped further out. He found her wet and heated when he felt between her
legs. Her hot pussy was in sharp contrast to her skin still cool from the pool
water. He grabbed her bikini bottoms and yanked them down her thighs. She
wiggled her legs a little to help him pull them down her legs until she could
eagerly kick them off her feet.

He
wanted to see how she would react to a simple, hard fucking. He had a pretty
good feeling it was exactly what she wanted, but needed to know for sure before
going any farther into ‘kink land’ with her.

Easily
pushing his rock-hard cock into her slick heat, he took a firm handhold of her
rounded hips and started to give her hard, deep thrusts. Jillian pushed her ass
back, meeting his thrusts and moaning loud enough to echo through the entire
first floor.

Brad
was in complete control of himself this time. Each stroke was deliberately
placed with a steady rhythm. He was an experienced enough lover to tell from
the sounds she made and the way her muscles clenched on his cock if he was
hitting all her right spots. He gave her a sharp jab of his cock, her tits
nearly bouncing out of her bikini top from his bucking hips. She gave a
particularly loud squeal while her legs nearly buckled from the feelings he was
giving her.

Keeping
the angle exactly the same, he started thrusting into her even harder than
before, slamming up against her ass hard enough to make her thighs quake. Since
he had always tried to protect Jillian, it was tough to really let himself go
with her. He had to force himself to grip her hips as hard as he would any
other submissive who was needing sex to be raw and rough.

She
couldn’t help but look around the room and remember all the memories she had of
her and Brad growing up there. And now, there she was bent over and getting
fucked by him. It was primal. Animalistic. It sent thrills tingling up her back
and down her arms. She loved it.

Throwing
her head back and letting her wails of pleasure ring out through the room, she
let herself lose all control of her reactions, not worried about how loud she
was or what she did with her body. The rhythmic slapping of their wet skin
filled the room with the unmistakable sound of sex. Finally getting what she was
longing for after so long, Jillian felt a strange euphoria wash over her,
completely separate from the tumult going on inside. She wanted to beg him to
never stop fucking her, to never stop the hurricane of feelings he was giving
her.

His
cock felt huge, stretching her to the brink as it thrusted back and forth. Jillian
loved how he simply folded her over the couch and started fucking her like some
horny animal. It was what she wanted most, to take her like she was his
property. The rougher he was with her, the better she felt about herself and
what she was offering him...what he was taking from her.

Never
before had an orgasm been so inevitable. But the pressure building inside her
had none of the elusiveness it normally had, if it even started at all. This
was like a cannon being loaded to the brim with explosives and as soon as the
fuse lit…

Brad
reached forward and, not missing a beat of the punishing rhythm of his strokes,
gathered her hair into one giant mass and, wrapping it around his wrist, pulled
hard. Her back bowed in an arch. Her tiny waist dipping low while her pert ass
rose even higher against his pelvis. Unable to resist, he stopped thrusting
long enough to deliver three hard smacks to her ass cheeks. He had wanted to do
that for so long.

Jillian
yelped, but it was a special sound of pain infused with pleasure. He gave
another smack to her other side before slamming his cock deep, loving the way
his handprints showed up bright red on her pale skin.

He
could feel her body grow more and more tense as she rocketed toward her climax.
The noises she was making only spurred him on harder. Her complete willingness
to bend over and submit turned him on even more than he’d thought possible.

From
where Brad was positioned, he could see Jillian’s hands digging into the
cushions deep enough to nearly tear through the fabric. She had her lower lip clenched
between her teeth and was in danger of making herself bleed. What little he
could see of her face was barely unrecognizable, the primitive fucking taking
her to a place she’d never been.

She
felt as if a raging storm was building inside her, a massive surge of water
held back by the weakest of dams. Every second she thought it would crash down over
her, and every second it proved her wrong by only growing stronger.

Just
when she thought she had to either climax or die, the wave finally broke and
everything inside her shattered completely. Feeling like she had been given a
drug, her entire body shook, and a million colors whirled before her eyes. She
heard screaming but had no idea it came from her. As soon as her body withered
and stiffened against him, Brad had his own orgasm. He clutched her even
tighter than he had been with his hips grinding against her ass.

When
her body finally stopped shaking he let her go. She slumped onto the back of
the couch like a limp noodle, barely able to talk or form a coherent thought.
Vaguely hearing him chuckle through her euphoric haze, she decided she was
content to stay where she was for maybe a century or more. She didn’t care that
her naked ass was up in the air—used and still red.