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  “You need to sleep.” I closed the laptop with one finger, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

  “I can’t.” He turned to put his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. “Deadline.”

  “Just a few hours.” I rubbed a hand over his cheek. “I’ll get in bed with you, if you want.”

  “That isn’t going to facilitate sleeping.” He smiled, his hand moving to cup my breast. “But I’d love to climb back into bed with you…”

  “Come on.” I led him to the bed, reaching up to pull the blinds so the morning sun was diminished.

  He had put on a pair of boxer-briefs at some point and he slid them off before slipping into bed beside me. Already, his hands were roaming over my body, his cock stiff against my hip.

  “I can’t sleep like this,” he murmured, nudging me with his erection.

  “Guess I’ll have to do something about that.” I smiled, reaching down to stroke him in my fist.

  Upton groaned, shifting his hips to give me more room. Dipping my head under the sheet, I took him into my mouth, feeling his hand moving in my hair. He shoved the covers back, watching me through half-closed eyes as I worked my head up and down with my hand, faster and faster, matching my timing with his breath.

  “Oh fuck.” He moaned, his hand a fist in my hair, pushing me down onto him as he began to flood my mouth with his cum.

  I swallowed it eagerly, sucking him even more deeply, my hand slipping underneath his balls, feeling them tighten. His cock pulse between my lips, the head still streaming white hot cum as I came up on it. I caught the last jet with my tongue, running it around and around the tip, feeling him buck and gasp.

  Slowly, his hand relaxed and his cock grew soft. His breathing went from harsh and fast to deep and even.

  He was asleep.

  I kissed his forehead and covered him with the sheet before tiptoeing out of the room.

  I needed a shower—but I wanted a swim. I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself before I headed out to the lake.

  I slipped off the dock into the water, swimming to the center of the lake, where the water was much colder. Then I swam back, completely naked, feeling like a mermaid out of one of Upton’s more outlandish stories.

  Then I climbed up onto the dock, warm now that the sun had risen, and spread my towel out. I lay and soaked up the rays, the heat saturating my pores. It felt good. Maybe I’d stay out here all day and give myself an all-over tan, become the envy of the office on Monday—a healthier look than those other workaholics, pale and haggard like extras from a zombie movie.

  I think I fell asleep for a while. I dreamed about Upton touching me, licking me, and woke with a dull ache between my legs.

  When I went into the house, I heard the sound of the keyboard as I walked into the kitchen and shook my head.

  Upstairs, I was surprised to find Upton in my room, not his.

  “Hey.” He looked up at me, a little shyly, and smiled. “I’ve got something I want you to read.”

  “Is it good?” I dropped my towel and crawled up on the bed beside him.

  “Best thing I’ve ever written.” He sounded proud as he handed the laptop over to me.

  I noticed his cock was hard under his boxer-briefs.

  Paging back to the beginning, I started to read. Upton stretched out beside me, closing his eyes, and before long, he was sleeping.

  I continued to read.

  The storyline had completely changed, and my eyes scanned the screen, devouring all the heady drama.

  Will Calvin choose the loveless union with his high school sweetheart or will he choose true happiness with his stepsister?

  I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen, but I read on. It took me two hours to get there, but my pussy was sopping wet when Calvin and Nina finally consummated their relationship. With Upton sleeping quietly beside me, I squeezed my legs together, reading a scene so similar to what had happened last night, I felt like I was reliving it. I rubbed my palms against my nipples, hoping to ease the ache, but it only made it worse.

  Finally, I was so turned on, I stole a hand down between my legs, underneath the laptop, and began to touch myself.

  “Yes,” I whispered, completely lost in the story, circling my clit as Calvin licked Nina’s pussy until she screamed. “Oh yes…”

  “Mmmm, fuck yes,” Upton murmured, and I looked down to see him watching me, his hand down his boxer-briefs. “Now I know it’s good.”

  “Oh, it’s good,” I panted, lifting my wet fingers and putting them to his lips. He licked and sucked them, his eyes darkening with lust.

  “Keep reading.” He moved on the bed, settling himself between my legs, pulling them so I was prone against the pillows and spreading my thighs open with his hands.

  I balanced the laptop on my belly, tilting it so I could still see the screen, read his words.

  “Don’t stop,” he said, just before he lowered his mouth to my pussy.

  “Oh!” I cried, the words on the screen swimming before my eyes as he began to lick me.

  My gaze fell to the words he’d written—licked her like a desperate man… Nina grabbed his head and shoved it between her legs… there was no turning back now… he felt her body tighten, her pale skin sheened with sweat, so beautiful in the moment of her climax…

  “Fuck!” I moaned, rolling my hips, the laptop slipping off me onto the bed and closing itself. “Ahhh! I’m coming!”

  He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew my orgasm out of me, sucking deeply at my clit, my pussy throbbing deliciously, my voice rising with every glorious wave.

  “Oh God,” I whispered when he eased up to kiss me. “I hope I didn’t delete anything.”

  He chuckled. “It’s saved in the cloud.”

  He rubbed his chin against my neck, my shoulder. I closed my eyes, the hard stubble on my tender skin. His lips tasted the skin at my collarbone.

  “Want to know how it ends?” he asked.

  “I can only imagine.”

  “I’ll show you.”

  Our lips met.

  We were both explorers, letting our darkest desires guide us into depraved and forbidden pleasures. Out in the country at this summer house, miles from the nearest sign of humanity, the veil separating civilization and barbaric lust had become very thin.

  He guided my hand to his throbbing cock, sliding his boxer-briefs down. I felt the blood pulse under the soft skin.

  “I want your mouth.” He touched my lips, tracing them with his finger. “I need it.”

  I couldn’t say no. Grabbing the laptop, I put it safely on the nightstand, then I settled myself between his legs.

  His cock pointed straight up to the ceiling, the tip already wet with precum. I took it in my hand first—he was far too big for me to swallow the whole thing—holding onto the base. As I worked him down my throat, his hand moved through my hair, stroking me like I was a big cat licking him clean.

  The open window sent a warm breeze across my naked shoulders and I lifted my face to it, meeting his half-closed eyes.

  Smiling, I went back to licking and sucking his cock, my tongue traveling up and down the shaft, my taste buds luxuriating in the musky richness of him. Upton moaned when I took him out of my mouth and pressed him to my cheek, feeling him pulsating against my face. He jumped when I tongued the spot beneath his cockhead, my other hand caressing his balls, feeling how hard they’d become. They snapped up as if by reflex when I flicked my tongue across the frenulum again and again.

  “Rub it on your tits,” he instructed, licking his lips as he watched me slide up so I could rub the head of his cock against my erect nipples. The tip was leaking precum and, as I rubbed him against my breasts, the shaft became sticky with it, too.

  Upton caressed my hair as he watched, slipping his thumb into my mouth. I sucked it eagerly, hard, tonguing the flesh with hungry delight. He lay back on the bed, allowing me a full view of his athletic body. Then I slid up over him until I could kiss him.

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nbsp; Our tongues tangled, teeth scraping. He nipped at my lower lip and then sucked it.

  Then he rolled me onto my back, his tongue licking the seam of my lips as his cock rode up and down against my slit, the head nudging my clit again and again. I whimpered, overcome by pleasure. His muscular weight made me pant. Short of breath, I moaned and sighed. The agony I felt beneath him seemed both suffocating and blissful. I didn’t want it to end. And he wasn’t even inside me yet!

  “Does that feel good?” The smug smile on his face told me he already knew the answer.

  I tweaked his nipple, making him jump.

  “Please.” I grabbed his biceps, my nails digging in. I needed to feel him inside of me. “Fuck me. Please.”

  He reached down, grabbing his cock and aiming himself. Then he thrust forward, using his entire body weight. I cried out, clinging to him, the sensation like being crushed and being split open simultaneously. Just when I didn’t think he could push any farther inside me, he did. Inch by inch. It felt hard to contain him.

  “I love you in me.” I looked up to see his eyes on me, and I cupped his face in my hands, kissing him.

  Together, we began to move, and the bed springs started to squeak with our motion, his pelvis meeting mine with every thrust, our bodies slapping together again and again.

  “Come here.” Upton slid out of me and I whimpered, wanting him back inside.

  He flipped me over, grabbing my hips to pull my ass up, and pushed himself back in. I cried out, shuddering. He was deeper than ever now, fucking me so hard it almost hurt. I grabbed onto the rails of the wooden headboard while Upton hammered into me with a delirious frenzy. He spanked my ass, one cheek and then the other, in quick succession, making me squeal and my asshole clench. No matter how deep he was inside me, it wasn’t enough.

  Then I had an idea.

  “Upton,” I gasped, glancing back at him over my shoulder. He was dripping sweat, his eyes half-closed. “I want you in my ass. Please?”

  He stopped moving, his mouth dropping open. “Really?”

  “Yes!” I nodded, insistent. “Fuck me in the ass! Do it!”

  “I don’t want to hurt you…” he said, but he was already pulling out.

  “There’s KY in the night table drawer.” I nodded to it and Upton reached over, yanking it open.

  “I don’t want to know how you knew that.” He pursed his lips as he flipped open the cap, squirting clear liquid on the head of his cock and spreading it with his palm.

  I snorted a laugh—it was kind of fitting, I supposed. Here we were, stepbrother and stepsister, fucking like rabbits on our parents’ bed. And now, my stepbrother was about to fuck my asshole using the KY he’d pulled out of their night table drawer,

  “Don’t clench,” he said, smearing KY on my fluttering asshole.

  With the utmost care, he started to insert his steely shaft. He grunted while I worked hard to relax. After a few tries, I finally eased and I opened up for him. He slid it in gently. He did it slow. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but when he couldn’t press any farther, I felt exhilarated. I’d only tried this once before, and the guy had given up after only a few pokes.

  When he was finally all the way in, his fingers reached around to caress my moistened pussy lips. He worked his fingers into my folds, searching for my clit.

  I swooned.

  The pleasure was beyond incredible.

  He began to move, slow at first, then faster, deeper. I moaned, my voice low and muffled against the mattress, completely carried away.

  The savagery he brought upon my ass and the frenzied attention he gave my pussy sent me into orbit. I wasn’t even me anymore, thrashing and moaning against him on the bed.

  Upton slid his other hand around my belly, working to bring my body up against his. He was still fucking me with a hellbent fury. I was afraid we’d fall, but he supported himself with one arm against the bedroom wall, the other wrapped around my waist. My ass and pussy were on fire, his cock driving up into me like a rocket about to take off, so huge and deep I thought for sure I could taste it at the back of my throat.

  “Ahhhh nooo,” I wailed, protesting as he eased himself out, flipping me over onto my back.

  But he was inside me again before I knew it, my asshole already used to the shape of him as he pressed in deep, grunting as he bottomed out.

  His mouth captured mine, his tongue lapping at the roof of my mouth as he fucked my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life as he pounded me into the mattress. His hands moved down to cup my ass, grasping and smacking my flesh with gleeful abandon.

  I slipped my hand down between my legs, feeling him with my fingers, his cock driving deep into my asshole. Then I began to circle my clit, matching his rhythm, my breath coming faster in his ear.

  “I’m gonna pull out,” he murmured, meeting my eyes. “I want to come all over those pretty little tits.”

  I bit my lip as he went up to his knees, easing his way out. I gasped at the loss of him and then he was straddling my ribs, jerking his cock furiously against my tits. I reached under to squeeze his balls, hearing him moan, Such sweet torture. He slowed, circling my nipple with his cock head. I shivered.

  I couldn’t reach my clit anymore and it throbbed, aching to be touched as he slid his shaft between my tits, pressing the flesh of my breasts around it. There was just enough there to make a little tunnel and he fucked it, grunted, his thumbs stroking my nipples the whole time, making me squirm.

  Our eyes met and our communication became internalized, silent, subconscious. We knew what the other thought. We could anticipate each other’s deepest, darkest, most depraved desires.

  “Oh God, I’m gonna come…” He didn’t say it as much as moan it.

  I reached my tongue out, anticipating that the first blast would go far beyond my breasts, and I was right. His cum hit my lips and I licked it off, swallowing it, rich and salty. So hot and so good. Upton groaned when he saw me do that, grabbing his cock and jerking it in his hand as it continued to explode, showering my breasts with cum. I pressed my breasts together, watching him shoot thick ropes of the stuff all over my neck and breasts. I rubbed it into my skin as he shuddered, relieved of the last of it, panting and leaning against the wall with the other hand.

  “Mmm.” I licked my fingers, looking up at him with hungry eyes.

  “God, Winnie, I can’t stop wanting you.” He groaned, sliding down next to me. “I can’t believe you let me fuck your ass.”

  “I’ve never done it before,” I confessed.

  He raised his eyebrows. “A day of firsts.”

  Most of the guys I’d been with were done once they came. After a man’s climax, they usually were either snoring or there was a flurry with them getting ready to go.

  But Upton slid a hand down between my legs, cupping my mound and rocking his palm against my pubic bone, fully aware that I was still aching to come.

  Before I could say a word, he was on his back, his hands guiding my hips so I was straddling his face.

  His tongue darted in and out, sucking on me like I was an overripe fruit, dripping and viscous.

  I grabbed the headboard and let him take me there, closing my eyes and screaming his name as I flooded his face with honey.

  When I came back to Earth, Upton was spooning me, his breath warm in my ear, his legs twined with mine.

  “I’m so tired,” he murmured. “I could sleep for the next two days.”

  “Oh no, you don’t.” I reached back to squeeze his soft cock.

  He chuckled. “I met my deadline, so I can spend all the rest of the weekend fucking you.”

  “Now we’re talking.” I smiled.

  “One of these days, I want to make you squirt.” His hand moved down to cup my mound.

  “Any of your romance heroines do that?”

  “I do whatever my muse tells me to.” His finger slipped between my pussy lips, making me squirm. “Since you’re my muse, y
ou should know—Calvin realized he was in love with his stepsister and called off the marriage to run away with her.”

  “We should do that,” I said. “Also—spoilers!”

  “Do what?”

  “Run off together?”

  “Well, that’s just—”

  I had made the great literary genius speechless.

  “What?” I nudged him.

  “Is that even legal in Michigan? Stepsiblings marrying?”

  “It is,” I assured him. “And I’m a law clerk, so I should know.”

  “Mom and Dad will…” His voice trailed off.

  “Have to get used to the idea,” I finished, turning in his arms to kiss him.

  “Yeah.” He smiled against my lips, his hand sliding down my back to squeeze my ass.

  My stomach growled. “I’m hungry.”

  “Insatiable muse.” He rubbed his nose with mine. “Let’s get some lunch. Then you can read the rest and I’ll send it to my editor.”

  “So, they get their happy ending then?” I asked as I put on a robe, watching Upton slide his boxer-briefs back on.

  “Spoilers,” he said, grinning when I slapped his arm.

  “You’re going to make me wait?”

  “We’re not waiting anymore.” He pulled me to him, into the circle of his arms, nuzzling my neck. “You’re my happy ending.”

  The End

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