Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby 4

“Hey”, Sash whispers, stretching her legs out as much as she can to flex her spine. Afterwards, she turns to him, her hand snaking up his arm to pull him closer. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Not long”, Dante says, “A couple of hours, that’s all. How do you feel?”

“I don’t know”, Sash says. “A little queasy I guess. Alright though. Is it over?”

“Yeah, it’s over”, Dante says. “I told you it would be alright.”

“Am I a virgin again?” Sash asks, happier than she thought she would be at the prospect. The more she considers what Dante has asked her to do, the more she likes it. Her stepbrother was right. Like this, they can do what they were always meant to do. She can finally give him what she always wanted to give him, but never had the guts to, and he can finally take what he always wanted to take. Even now, having just woken up from the operation with her pussy still sore from it, she can feel the tingles of anticipation about to combust inside her. She knows how much he wants this, which means when he finally gets to take it, it’s going to be the best sensation in the world. The game for her now, is to hold off for as long as she can manage to, until he’s chomping at the bit like a horny beast. Once again, Sash can feel the scales of power tilt in her favor. Not only has she done what she promised him she would do, which means that he in turn has to do what he promised, she has the power over him to decide when to give him what he wants, or more appropriately when to finally give in and let him take it.

“According to Dr Chaudrey”, Dante says, “Your hymen is intact, which means that you are a virgin once again.”

“Are you happy?” Sash asks, already seeing it in him. If she wasn’t holding on to him, she is sure he’d be bouncing around the room like a rubber ball.

“I’ll be even happier when I get you home”, Dante says. “I want to feel it against my cock.”

“Dinner first”, Sash reminds him. “I want to get dressed up. With panties on this time, so you can rip them off.”

Dante can’t help himself. He pushes his hand under the blanket, over Sash’s chest and down to her belly. The brief moment he has it there, Sash’s hand on his wrist holding it in place, pushes the words to her lips. The look they give each other is smoldering. Before she can say it, before she even knows how to say it, Dante moves his hand lower, dancing it towards her pussy. Sash moans as the tips of his fingers glide over her swollen nub, the tender tissue of her tumescent lips. The pain she feels inside her is more like an ache than an agony, and as Dante investigates her delicate pussy, she feels it pulse, as though calling him towards her.

His touch is light and heavenly, and under it, she can’t help but melt immediately. This time it’s her hand that goes to her belly while the other one tightens against Dante’s fingers, guiding them into her. Together they slide along her sex, around her nub in tantalizing movements, and down towards her hole. She’s wet already. Tumid and turned on. More ready than ever to let him take her. Instead, she twists onto her side again, closes her thighs around his hand to trap his fingers, and pushes her pussy away from him.

“Dinner first”, she says again, no matter how much effort it takes to resist him.

After Dr Chaudrey has performed his post operational checks, and Sash has rested and redressed, they leave the clinic arm in arm. Sash feels a lot better than she thought she would. There is a sensation deep inside her that she can’t really describe as pain, but apart from that, and now that the anesthetic has worn off, she feels absolutely fine.

In the taxi on the way to the hotel, Dante has to fight against his urges to touch her. They both watch as the taxi driver eyes them curiously, his rear view mirror positioned in such a way, that if Sash wanted to, she could open her legs and reveal herself to him. Something about that excites them both. Something about sharing a secret does too. Dante has waited for over three years for this, and although difficult, can happily bide his time. For a long while, he didn’t think this moment would come at all, and now he has everything that he has ever wanted, ready for him to take whenever he wants to. His stepsister, his virgin, in his arms finally. This is how it was always meant to be.

At home, Sash is reminded again of the flowers and the presents. In her hasty exit this morning, she forgot completely about them. As soon as they are inside the door, safe again in their own private environment, Dante can’t keep his hands off her.

Sash can see the erection bulging against his trousers, but as much as she wants to pull his cock out and have him force it inside her, she’s keen to make him wait for as long as she can. When he pulls her towards him she makes a point of squirming away, and when he chases her, enjoying the game as much as she is, she runs, her heart beating wildly. On the bed he fights to force his hand between her legs, bites her ear softly and puts his hot hands around her breasts.

Sash giggles, moans and begs him to stop. She bites him back and sucks his tongue. She lifts up his shirt and spreads her fingers out across his chest, her eyes wide with desire. She kicks through rose petals and locks herself in the second bedroom, her whole body tingling with nervous anticipation. This is what it feels like to be a teenager once again. This is what it feels like to be in love.

Dante teases her. He touches her and spanks her, and pulls her against him. He can feel his cock throbbing at the thought of entering her. He has been permanently hard from the moment she agreed to have it done. Even if Sash thinks he’s ready to take her right there in the hotel, he’s keen to wait, to shift the power back and make her beg for it. He’ll let her believe she’s in control and then deny her that control as soon as she wants to exert it. He knows the power he has over his stepsister, and he knows she won’t be able to resist him forever.

They shower together. Sash knows it’s a risk, but she wants to take it. She wants them to want each other so badly it burns inside. She lays down rules before they begin. Look but don’t touch. Then touch but don’t fuck.

Sash could watch the water cling to Dante’s body for an eternity. She could watch the way he moves for the rest of their lives together and never get bored. She is stunned silent by his beauty, and like this, finally, she has a chance to fully appreciate him. Next to him she feels like she pales in comparison, but Dante is quick to make her believe otherwise. Looking into his eyes she knows immediately how much he idolizes her, and to see him snap erect just to have her there alongside, fills her with an immeasurable sense of pride. Finally, she has him. Finally, after so long apart, after so long wondering whether they would ever get to be together, they are. After this, after they have sealed their love physically, Sash wants to let the whole world know, even if Dante feels otherwise. Holding their secret in would be harder than keeping her virginity from him.

“What are you thinking about?” Dante asks, his hands pushing shampoo through his hair, his biceps flexed.

“Nothing”, Sash confesses.

She watches the soap slide across his shoulder, down the shallow gap between his pectorals and over his belly button. When it reaches the base of his rock hard cock, she can’t hold herself back any longer and goes to him.

“Hey”, Dante says, pulling away slightly. “I thought you said no touching until after dinner?”

Sash flutters her eyelids at him. “I know”, she says, massaging his cock gently. “I meant no touching by you.”

“And you think I’m dangerous?”

Dante shifts slightly so he’s out of the line of the water. The effect is that it looks like Sash is pulling him along by his cock. She’s quite a bit short

er than her stepbrother so she has to bend him down to do it, but when Dante realizes what she wants, he angles his body to facilitate it. Sash stands on her tiptoes and pulls on her pussy lips to reveal her clit. When she doesn’t quite get the angle she wants, she shows her stepbrother her flexibility, lifts her leg into the air and rests it against the tiled wall. Like this, she’s exposed and he can see her open herself up. She takes his cock-head, careful to tease him by sliding her thumb over the sensitive patch of skin that connects to his shaft, and rubs it around her clitoris, prudent not to touch them together directly.

She’s horny and they both know it. Dante reaches out and begins to play with her nipples, touching the skin lightly to tease it, before locking the sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger and pulling sharply. After a while, Sash pulls away, keen not to let him have too much control. Dante gives her a look and lets her continue, happy to watch her tease herself to the point of losing that control. He can see how horny she is by the size of her clit and despite the warm water careening over her, he can feel just how sticky her pussy is. Sash can’t help herself. The sensation is that good. She rubs him against her clit more directly now, wanking him into her quickly. Looking at him, she bites her lip playfully.

“What are you doing, Sash?” Dante asks, his arms hanging impotently by his side.

She moves him away from her clitoris and towards her hole. Like this he can feel the edge of it. The point of entry. Sash takes a deep breath, ready to swallow him inside her. That gnawing sensation aches out across her body again.

“Sash”, Dante warns again.

“I can’t help it”, Sash moans, her hips already thrusting, ready to gather him inside.

She’s tighter than she was before. Looking down, he can see the tip of his cock engulfed by her swollen pussy lips. He’s ready to fuck her too now, ready to drive his cock home and take her virginity, but as soon as he’s convinced himself it’s a good idea, Sash has collected herself and moved him away. Once again she runs him around her clitoris, before dropping her leg again and stepping away. They look at each other. Sash looks like she has done something wrong, or at least wants to. Her heart is beating hard. Wetness slicks her thighs and Dante’s pre-cum nestles around her clit. Doing this is taking an inhuman amount of control. Maybe she’s got less of it than she thought. Maybe she needs him more than she realized. After he takes her, he’ll be hers forever.