Owning Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 3)

Besides, sleeping without the jeans would be much more comfortable. And I usually just slept in my boxers at home, anyway. But with the chill in the cabin, I wasn’t going to take much else off. Besides, I was sharing a bed with my step-sister; there was a limit!

As Sarah crawled beneath the thin blanket, I tossed a few more logs onto the fire. Hopefully that would be enough to burn throughout the night and not have us turn into popsicles. Once that was done, I turned back to the bed to see Sarah grinning at me, the blanket up to her chin.

I took a deep breath, then walked over to the other side of the bed. This would be the first time I’d spent the night with a girl, just sleeping. This would definitely be interesting, but at least it was only for one night.

I hoped.

Sarah

I’d expected to be up half the night, tossing and turning as I tried to sleep. Instead, it seemed like I was out the moment my eyes shut. I barely even noticed Nathan next to me in the bed. That is, until I woke up the next morning as the sun shone through window.

For the first few moments, I couldn’t figure out where I was. I blinked a few times, trying to get my brain to focus. The first thing I noticed was the warmth beneath me, the gentle rising and falling. Then, there was the arm around my shoulders.

My eyes shot open and I looked up at Nathan’s sleeping face. I was laying on his chest, snuggled against his side, and his arm around me. I took a deep breath to keep from panicking. I’d never shared a bed with a guy before, and I certainly hadn’t expected this to happen.

The worst part was when I looked down and saw a very obvious tent where his crotch would be. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! It wasn’t a tiny tent either, which just made my brain go into overdrive as my heart began to pound.

Was he getting turned on by me? I knew he wouldn’t actually try anything, but I hadn’t expected him to get horny from it!

But as I stared at it, something began to stir inside me. The closest I’d ever come to a hard cock was in the trashy romance novels I couldn’t stop reading. Now there was a real live one, only a few inches away, covered only by a thin blanket and an even thinner pair of boxers.

Carefully, I lifted the blanket, just enough to peer beneath it. My breath caught in my throat. Sometime during the night, Nathan had come out of his boxers, and now he was completely exposed. His stiff member stood straight up out of the fly.

I stared at it, unable to move, unable to breath, unable to even think. This was the first time I’d ever seen a real penis, outside of health classes and the few pornos I’d seen. To top it off, it was Nathan’s cock, my own step-brother. The one person I wasn’t supposed to see like this.

Nathan shifted and I dropped the blanket, closing my eyes to pretend I was still sleeping. It wasn’t until he began to move that I opened my eyes, rubbing them gently as if I’d just woken up.

“Morning,” Nathan said, stretching his arms above his head.

“M..morning.” The word barely made it out of my mouth. My throat was so dry, I could barely breathe, let alone speak. My eyes were drawn back to the tent beneath the sheet almost immediately, despite my best efforts.

Nathan must’ve noticed my gaze, since he shifted, reaching beneath the blanket to adjust himself until the tent was no longer standing straight up. “Sorry,” he said, his face bright red now. “The damn thing has a mind of its own in the mornings.”

I nodded and offered him a shaky smile. “Yeah, no problem.”

I swung my legs out of the bed, then quickly grabbed my jeans and shimmied into them. The fire had died down over the night, and the room was quite chilly, a stark contrast from being beneath the blanket and snuggled up with Nathan.

Nathan did the same thing, and I couldn’t help but watch as he walked across the room to where he’d left his jeans. He’d adjusted himself so he was no longer sticking out the fly, but the outline of his stiff cock was still very much evident in his boxers. He had it down the right leg of his boxers, the cloth just barely coming down far enough to cover the head.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, unable to take my eyes off him. Why did the first guy I saw like this have to be my step-brother?

As he slipped his jeans on, I fought to get myself under control. I couldn’t let him see me like this. We’d just shared a bed; I doubted he’d be very happy with me if he found out I was checking him out. Nor did I want him to realize I’d never seen a guy in that state before. He’d probably start treating me like a little kid if he found out I was a complete virgin still.

Even with his jeans back on though, I could still make out the outline of his manhood.

“I’d suggest a shower if it wasn’t going to be freezing,” he said grinning at me.

I blinked at him a few times, trying to decipher what he’d said. My brain still seemed to be frozen, and it wasn’t because of the weather. “Y..yeah…” I stuttered out.

Nathan walked over and hooked his arm around my neck, giving me a playful hug. “Sounds like you might need a shower just to wake up!” he said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Hey, I’m not the one who needs a cold shower to calm down.”

“Ohh, touché,” Nathan said, mock wincing. “Sounds like someone’s a little jealous. Not used to seeing a real man?”

I looked him up and down, then smirked. “I still don’t see one.”

Nathan messed with my hair, then gently pushed me away. “Keep it up, and I’ll show you a real man.”

“You can try!” I stuck my tongue at him.

Apparently, that was the wrong response, since he ended up chasing me around the cabin in mock anger. I laughed and squealed as I circled the tiny cabin, trying to keep out of his reach. I’d just approached the bed when he tackled me, both of us landing on the soft mattress.

He pinned me down, holding my hands above my head, both of us gasping for air. “So, what were you saying?” he asked, smirking down at me.

I stuck out my tongue, then smirked right back at him. That just earned me more punishment, since he held both of my wrists with one hand now, then began tickling my ribs with the free hand. I squealed and squirmed, trying to break free, but it was no use.

“Stop!” I yelled between my giggles. “Come on, Nathan!”

“Say you’re sorry.” His grin broadened. “Then maybe I’ll let you go!”

I held out for only a few more moments before my willpower broke. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You’re a real, man okay? Just let me go!”

Nathan was relentless. He continued tickling me until I thought I might pee myself. Then, finally, he stopped, though he didn’t let me go just yet. He kept me pinned on the bed, a wicked grin on his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Jackass,” I said as I struggled to catch my breath.

“Hey, you started it.”

For a few moments, we just stared at each other. Even once my breathing was back to normal, he still didn’t release me. Then, I became acutely aware of his hard cock pressing into my leg, making me suck in a breath. There was no way that was just morning wood, not now.

Slowly, Nathan’s head seemed to inch closer to mine. I held my breath, my heart pounding, threatening to break free. Was he going to kiss me? For some reason, I wasn’t appalled at the idea. Instead, I was intrigued. What would it be like to kiss him? Was he a good kisser? Would I be a good kisser?

Outside of a few innocent kisses in my youth, I’d never even kissed a guy. Well, unless you counted when Nathan’s friend tried to shove his tongue down my throat, which I didn’t.

I knew I should’ve been repulsed by the idea of kissing Nathan, but I wasn’t. Rather, I wanted him to do it. I wanted to see what it was like to really kiss a guy, especially one as kind and caring as Nathan.

Time slowed to a crawl as he began to inch closer and closer to me. I wanted him to just hurry up and do it, but I was frozen in place, unable to speak or move. I was helpless, his to do with what he pleased. An

d I couldn’t have been happier.

Finally, his lips pressed against mine and star appeared before my eyes. He didn’t try to stick his tongue in my mouth or even try to touch me. He just kept his lips firmly against me, his eyes locked onto mine. His hard cock was still pressed against my leg as well, making my entire world start to spin. I closed my eyes and pushed back against him.

Then, in the blink of my eye, his touch was gone. When I opened my eyes, he was standing a few feet away, facing away from me. I stared at him, my breath caught in my chest. What had happened? Why did he pull away like that? Had I done something wrong?

“I…I’m sorry,” he said, still not looking at me. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.”

I stared at his back, unsure what to say. Why was he sorry? It wasn’t like I’d tried to push him away or even ask him to stop. Had I really been that bad at kissing? Or was he just repulsed by the idea of having just kissed his step-sister?

He ran his hand through his hair, then started pacing. I could just make out what he was saying under his breath. “God, I’m such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot. After what you said last night about guys who couldn’t keep their hands off you…. And now I fucking kissed you. God I’m such a fucking idiot.”