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“I. Don’t. Care.” He said, each word pointed like a dagger. He stared
into my eyes, his dark gaze both revolting and tempting me. I hated that look
in his eyes. I hated how small it made me feel. And, more than anything, I
hated how that look…excited me. How it seemed to demand something from me. How
it made me want to give him everything, to bend to his will.

 

“You don’t care? Then what’s with all those looks you give me in
class? You know the ones I’m talking about,” I blurted out, using what I
thought was my ace in the hole. If I could call him out on his hidden desires,
maybe I could shock the asshole out of him and actually force him to act like a
real person. For a moment, I thought I had him: he seemed taken off-guard.
Then, he opened his mouth.

 

“What looks? You’re just another student to me. In fact, you’re less
than another student. You’re…well, I won’t insult the English language by
trying to find a word for you. That’s all in your head, Elizabeth,” he said,
though I could have sworn I saw a flicker of something…else cross his face. His
eyes retained their steely appearance, but underneath them I could sense
something else fighting for control.

 

“Fine. Fail me. Ruin my year. Ruin the rest of my life. I can’t stand
to be around you for another minute,” I said, angry and hurt.

 

I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm; I let him pull me to him,
not even trying to resist. Our chests were almost touching, and I could hear
his breathing as it sped up. He looked down at me, his eyes cold but wild with
hunger.

 

For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel shy or awkward; this was
it. This was what I wanted. And I was going to get it. Right here, in our
classroom, I was going to make my stepbrother look at me with something besides
contempt. Fueled in part by rage and in part by my own burgeoning desire, I
felt like I was tipping over a precipice into a bottomless chasm.

 

I moved closer to him, pressing myself against
him, feeling his chest rise and fall.

 

“I know you want me, Jay,” I whispered up to him.

 

“You don’t know anything about me,” he growled back, his eyes dancing
between anger and desire.

 

“Then let me go,” I hissed back, angry that he
couldn’t even admit what he so obviously felt.

 

We were silent for a moment then, his grip on me almost painful. Then,
I suddenly felt his lips on mine, pulling me into him, his hands moving to my
waist and pulling me upwards to meet his mouth. The kiss was long and wet, our
tongues dancing together, pushing and pulling, almost wrestling for dominance.
Finally, he broke away and grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head back. He walked
forward, pinning me between him and his desk. I heard a clatter as the pencil
holder on his desk fell to the side, strewing pens and pencils all over the
floor.

 

Jay leaned further down and began to kiss my neck hungrily, as though
he wanted to take a bite out of me. I’d always imagined my first time would be
soft and gentle, but now, in Jay’s strong arms, I wanted him to take me hard. I
moaned as his lips covered my neck, painting wet kisses along my jawline and up
to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. His breath in my ear almost seemed like it
travelled through my body, whipping up hot tornadoes in my nerves.

 

His hands moved to my chest and I felt his fingers graze my nipples
through my dress, making me shudder. He held my breasts from underneath, pawing
at them and massaging them roughly. A second later, he’d torn the straps from
my dress and was pulling it down, exposing my round, perfectly-shaped breasts.
His kisses were moving down my neckline, now, getting closer and closer to my
chest, and I felt my heart beating through my chest, my nipples already erect.

 

He kissed down the cleavage between my breasts, the sensitive skin
there tingling under his lips. I cried out and grasped his head to me when I
felt his tongue twirling over one of my nipples, his hand coming up to gently
twist the other then switching between the two. I’d never had a man play with
my breasts before, and I was surprised at how good it felt, the way it seemed
like the sensation branched out throughout my trembling body. I felt heat
building between my thighs as he played my skin like a maestro.

 

I leaned back further, onto my elbows, and felt my mind finally
surrender to his appetite, all my misgivings gone. He licked down from my
breasts, pushing my dress down further and further until eventually it lay in a
pool around my ankles and I was laid bare to him, fully exposed to his tongue.
His hands fell to my hips, pulling them towards him. It almost tickled as his
mouth reached my lower stomach and I realized that I could feel myself growing
wet between my legs.

 

“I want to taste you,” he mumbled into my flesh, moving ever lower.
Warmth crept across my body and I stretched out, parting my legs slightly, my
pussy throbbing.

 

“No one’s ever…oh my god” I started to say, but the words were ripped
away as I felt his hand slip between my legs.

 

 
“You’re so wet,” he said,
his mouth now almost at my mound. His fingers grazed my wet slit and my
engorged clit and I gasped as ripples of pleasure moved through me. I felt his
strong hands around my waist again and suddenly found myself lifted into the
air and seated on top of the desk, sending papers and pens sprawling. He
grabbed my thighs and pushed them apart, his face moving closer and closer to
my sex.

 

“What if someone comes in,” I managed to say
between panting breaths.

 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, looking up at me with that same
look of mingled disdain and desire.

 

“No,” I said, with no hesitation, “please, don’t stop.” The
desperation in my own voice shamed me, but I was too far gone to care. He
brought one finger up to my lips; I could see it glisten slightly with my own
juices, and I moaned as he traced my lips with it, pressing slightly into my
mouth. My tongue swirled around his finger, tasting myself, setting fire to my
desire even more.

 

His hand returned to the wetness between my thighs and he pressed two
fingers into my slit, moving them slowly before stopping altogether. He looked
up at me again and this time it was surprise that I saw in his eyes.

 

“You’re a virgin?” he said, his voice low and feral. I bit my lip and
nodded, embarrassed. He gave me a wicked smile; I realized that this was
probably the first time I’d ever seen him smile at me. The expression looked
devious and dead sexy. He pulled his fingers out and dragged them upwards,
towards my clit.

 

His fingers were slick with my juices and I moaned as I felt them
slowly circling the tender button. Then, I went from happy to heaven as he
lunged forward and flicked his tongue along my clit. I shot up and cried out as
the ripples of pleasure turned into electric shocks. I grabbed his head
instinctively, pressing it further between my legs as he began to lap at my
pussy, tracing his tongue from my slit to my throbbing clit.

 

His tongue made slow, teasing circles around my clit, punctuated by
achingly delicious flicks. Each time his tongue darted around and over the
sensitive button it turned my nerves to hot wires, crackling and burning. My
face started to blush intensely, heat flooding my limbs, my heart pounding loud
enough to hear two classrooms away. With each lick, I felt like I was being
dragged towards something monumental, some epic wave that was building and
would soon build inside me. But just as I felt it cresting, he pulled away.

 

I cried out in protest, pleading with him not to stop, but he silenced
me with a single look. Grabbing my hand, he pressed it to the crotch of his
pants; I could feel the bulge inside, could feel its hardness. I’d never seen a
dick before, but I realized just from touching it through his pants that Jay’s
cock was large.

 

“Kneel down,” he said, a command rather than a request. Head spinning,
I followed his order and pushed myself off the desk, kneeling before him. I
looked up at him as he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled them down,
revealing his massive erection. I bit my lip; I’d obviously never given a
blowjob before, and seeing the size of him, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to fit
him in my mouth. I felt Jay grab the back of my head and pull my face up
towards him.

 

I brought my hand up to his balls, not sure what else to do or how to
prolong this time before I’d actually have to try and take him in my mouth. I
stroked his balls, hearing his breath grow hard. The heat coming off his cock
was palpable. I looked up at Jay’s muscled arms, his lean but ripped torso, and
felt myself succumbing to him again. Slowly, keeping eye contact, I brought my
mouth up to the head of his cock and took him inside me.

 

I had to go very slowly, because I was so inexperienced, but I could
tell by the way he was straining against me that I wasn’t making a total fool
of myself. I swirled my tongue over the top of his cock, gently tickling and flicking
the underside. I inched my lips slowly down the shaft, feeling it pulse against
my tongue, savoring the taste of him. I’d never thought giving a blowjob
sounded very fun, but I actually loved the feeling of him inside my mouth, the
sense of power that came from sucking him.

 

My jaw locked up when I wasn’t even halfway down his shaft and I tried
to pull away but found that my stepbrother’s grip on my head had increased, and
that he was holding me in place. He began to thrust slightly into me, his cock
sliding farther and farther down my throat, hitting the back of my mouth and
making me gag. Tears pricked at my eyes and I struggled to breathe as he
mouth-fucked me, slowly at first and then harder, faster. My hands dug into his
hips, fingernails clawing at his flesh to keep my balance. With a growl, he
released my head and I fell back slightly, panting and sniffling.

 

If anything, though, I was dripping even more, the rough treatment
igniting a dark, violent desire inside me. Jay grabbed my forearm and pulled me
to my feet, then spun me around and leaned me against his desk again, this time
facing forward. My breasts dangled until he pushed on my upper back, throwing
me forward, pressing me against the wooden surface. My ass was stuck up in the
air, my exposed pussy releasing a flood of juices as I felt the head of his
cock pressed against my virgin slit. I felt a moment of panic, knowing that
losing my virginity was going to hurt.

 

“Pl-please be gentle,” I whimpered, squirming in
desire but overcome by dread.

 

“No,” he replied, the single word reverberating in my head. Suddenly,
I felt myself split in two as he slammed into me, his giant cock ripping
through my virgin pussy and tearing me in half. I cried out at the burst of red
hot pain, my limbs trembling at the unexpected sensation. He stayed inside me
for a long moment, and the pain slowly faded away, throbbing as it turned from
agony to pleasure.

 

It felt like Jay was filling me entirely, his hard cock stretching my
pussy, where no man had ever been before.
I
just lost my virginity to my stepbrother,
I thought to myself, the taboo
thought adding to my heightened senses and setting me on fire again.

 

“Oh, god,” I moaned as Jay began to pump into me slowly, filling my
pussy even more with each thrust. I could feel my muscles clenching and shaking
with need as he teased me, pulling his cock out slowly, letting just the tip
rest inside me before inching it inside again.

 

The slow, measured strokes were driving a flush to my face, and I felt
my body responding, my back arching and my hips thrusting back to meet his. He
slowly began to speed up, his hands on my waist pulling me into him with each
upward thrust. It was like he was discovering new places inside me, bringing
them to life, making my pussy cry out with need.

 

“Faster,” I moaned, my head pressed against the
desk.

 

“Faster what?” he growled behind me.

 

“Faster, please, please fuck me harder,” I groaned, my hands
fluttering around the desk looking for something to hold onto as he began to
speed up even more, his body slamming into mine now. I could hear the slap of
his balls against my thighs each time he drove deep inside me. I felt his hand
grasp my ponytail again and drag my head upwards, the pain in exquisite
contrast to the pleasure that was flowing through me.

 

His cock hit sweet spots inside me, making my body jump. I felt my
legs come together around his cock, making it even tighter. I could feel every
inch of him inside me, and it drove me wild with hunger. I felt that same
pressure, the same building tension, the wave drawing upwards and upwards in my
body as he pistoned into me even harder, so quickly that it was almost like he
wasn’t pulling out at all.

 

My hands finally found purchase on the other side of the desk and I
clenched my fingers around the edge. Jay’s fingers on my waist dug in even
harder as he pushed and pulled me, using me like a sex toy, slamming his cock
deep inside me.

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