Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
She says the same thing about me.
“I don’t know if I would have had the courage to pursue my art in the way I do without you,” she told me once. “To face that kind of criticism from posting my work…it always scared me. But knowing that you are there to support me makes it…makes it almost easy.”
We build each other up.
Even if we’re not “married,” she’s my partner, now and forever.
I climb on top of her and slip a hand between her legs. The silk of her panties is already soaked with arousal. A moan slips from her lips as I find her clit and begin to apply pressure.
“Can’t you work half days?” she whispers.
“Well, tomorrow’s Saturday,” I say as I pull her panties aside and press myself down against her body. “I was thinking we order in and just fuck all day. How’s that sound?”
“I think—” I press harder, intentionally flooding her body with pleasure to cut off her response. It’s a little game of mine that I like to play. Her back arches off the bed, and her jaw falls open.
“Mmm, you like that, baby? Like how I play with that tender little pussy?”
Skylar nods. “Y-yes…”
Nothing turns me on more than her moans, watching her face as I caress her body, knowing I’m giving her pleasure.
The best thing about living with Skylar is being able to finally take our time. Sure, we can still tease each other about being step-brother and step-sister, but we don’t have to sneak sex-sessions in Roman and Kathleen’s house when they’re away at dinner or watching a movie; we can fuck for as long as we want now.
Sometimes, this means I get a little carried away with myself…
“I want to see how many times I can make you come,” I told her one night after we finished showering off after having some champagne in the Jacuzzi.
“Well, I’m not opposed to that idea,” she giggled.
I took her upstairs and went down on her for forty-five minutes and got her off eleven times. “You’re a mad man,” she told me before I slid inside her and filled her with my cum.
After that, she fell asleep for ten hours and woke up in the morning asking me if what had happened last night was all just a dream.
I know just how to get her close, and that’s exactly what I do with my fingers; I get her right there and then stop, causing her to cry out in desperation.
“Walker!”
But that’s when I punch my hips forward and drive my cock inside her, causing her to gasp even louder as I stretch her tight little hole. So wet…so warm…
I pump her quickly, hard and deep, giving it to her in just the way she likes it. It only takes seconds for me to feel the contractions signaling her approaching climax.
“That’s it, sis,” I growl, brushing her ear with my lips. “Come for me. Come all over that cock.”
“Fuck,” she moans. She loves it when I call her sis. “God, we’re so dirty, aren’t we?”
“We sure are.” I grin. “Dirty and naughty. Now come for your step-bro, you little slut.”
That sets her off. Her hole clamps down on my shaft, and her body goes into a quivering fit. She throws her little arms around my torso and clings to me as her orgasm rocks her.
Christ, I’ll never get tired of this.
I drive my cock home hard and deep and hold it there, right where it belongs until she’s finished, then slowly rock my hips, fucking her nice and slow.
“You’re a god…” she moans.
“And you’re a goddess.”
She reaches out gently and takes me by the chin, makes me look into her eyes.
“My dad called me today.”
“Really?” I groan. “You’re gonna talk about your dad now?”
“He told me he was planning on retiring soon.” She smiles. “He said four to six weeks.”
Now I understand. I smile. “Four to six weeks,” I repeat. “So I guess that means you and I can finally get legally married.”
Skylar nods gleefully.
I lean in and kiss her, rocking my hips, suddenly feeling even more connected as I look into the eyes of the most beautiful woman on Earth.
“You know what else we should do?” I ask.
Skylar shakes her head. “What?”
I run my fingers through her hair, roll my hips, and wrap my other arm around her so I’m holding her as close as possible.
“Make a baby,” I say. “What do you say you stop taking your birth control?”
Skylar’s eyes go wide, and her nods grow even more emphatic. I feel her tremble beneath me and see her eyes glaze with the hint of tears.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Let’s make a baby.”
The End