Richard

Preston let out a hiss through his clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to thrust into me, to make me choke on the enormity of his dick. I could smell his scent and mine mingling on his base, could taste my own lust for him as I spun my tongue around his shaft. I’d never known anything more delectable in my entire life than the way I tasted on my stepbrother’s cock.

“Fuck,” he gritted, feeling his balls tighten against my chin. I picked up the pace, rushing my brother toward ecstasy, pulling him into my mouth again and again as he surged forward suddenly and the first warm gush of his semen hit the back of my tongue.

I let my eyes flutter closed, slurping and sucking as Preston drove himself into me, eager to let the rest of his salty sweet load fountain down my throat. I held myself there as long as I could, forgoing even my own breath to see my brother twist in pleasure before me, knowing no other high so intense as seeing the look of bliss on his face.

As he settled I withdrew, the both of us panting. He fell forward onto his hands, staring into my eyes as I sat up on his bed, naked save for my bra. He brushed my hair from my face and kissed me, crawling over top of me, pinning me beneath his weight in a way that made me feel so safe, so secure, so wanted and loved.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered, his breath swirling like a sweet melody in the labyrinth of my ear. “You have no idea, Maddy… No earthly clue…”

We fucked again, this time face to face, this time with my breasts crushed in his hands as he looked into my eyes while he took me. This time, there was no mistaking that I belonged to Preston Harvey, the man who would become my stepbrother. I wasn’t just his personal assistant… I was all his.

Morning was… different.

Neither of us had expected to pass out. I could tell that much from the way we were still on top of the covers, the summer breeze licking our dried sweat. I turned over beside Preston, making sure that what I’d dreamt of had actually been real. There he was, flesh and blood and muscle beside me. It was strange, but I didn’t know how to feel.

The passion we’d succumbed to last night had been… intense. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t enjoyed myself. But now, in the broad light of day, I couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of shame. I was waking up in bed next to my naked, spent stepbrother. Who does that?

Swallowing the conflict for now, I sat up and looked around, trying to find a clock that could tell me the time. I’d have to settle for Preston’s cell phone instead, but that was easier said than done when I had no idea where he’d put it.

I crawled over his sleeping form, reached over the end of the bed, and searched the pants he’d been wearing the night before. As I looked at the crumpled heap, all I could think about was how he’d dropped them in the heat of the moment, what it had felt like to endure his twisting, tantalizing tongue…

I lifted his phone from his pocket. It was seven a.m. The morning light must have woken us. At least we hadn’t slept the whole day.

Just as I was raising back up, Preston asked me, “What are you doing?”

I turned to look at him. He was awake, though he hadn’t yet moved. He was looking at me strangely, probably in the same way I’d looked at him when I’d woken up in his arms. Last night had been incredible, but it had happened under the cover of darkness. Morning was an entirely different animal, and it seemed neither of us knew precisely what to do with it.

I decided to try to avoid it for now. “Your phone,” I told him, holding it up. “I wanted to know what time it was.”

“It’s ringing,” he told me, and I looked at it. Indeed, since I’d picked it up, his phone had received a call.

It wasn’t making any noise, though, and it wasn’t vibrating. I looked over at him. “Do you want me to answer it?”

“No,” he said. He sat up, and I watched his muscles coil under his skin like snakes winding their way through the desert. “I’ll handle it.”

He moved past me down to the foot of the bed, retrieving his Bluetooth earpiece and pushing it in. He plucked his phone out of my hand, but didn’t look at me as he answered the call. “Hello?”

He was quiet for a moment, listening to the other end. I pulled some of the sheets around me, shielding myself from his view, though he didn’t even bother to look over. We had a lot to talk about, that was for sure, but it seemed like neither of us felt like this was the time or the place. Not while he was on the phone, at least.

“What time?” he said, startling me from my thoughts. I tried to look at anything but the planes of his muscles as he added, “Fine. We’ll be there.”

He hung up the call and looked at me, taking his earpiece out again. “We’re having dinner tonight,” he said.

I frowned at him, watching as he got up off the bed and walked to the dresser for a pair of underwear. “And why, pray tell, do you need your personal assistant to come along? Is there a children’s hospital to tear down?”

“Maddy…”

“Or maybe you could turn a city park into a landfill?”

“Maddy!”

“I’m still angry with you Preston.” I said firmly.

“You can stop now. Lets just say I’m having second thoughts about the whole homeless shelter deal,” he replied.

“Because I talked you out of it, or are you saying that because of what happened last night?” I asked, almost wishing he wouldn’t answer.

Preston didn’t answer, the silence biting as he was clearly trying to pick his words carefully.

“Well if it’s not some cutthroat business deal with one of your rotten clients,” I asked, “what are we doing? Who’d want to have dinner with the both of us?”

Preston slipped his boxer briefs over his legs, pulling them up and letting the waistband snap around his hips. When he looked at me, the smile on his face was strained. “Our parents.”

I felt my stomach plummet to my feet. Never had two words devastated me in the way that these had.

We were so fucked.

My father wasn’t the type of guy who’d just call up his son and his soon-to-be stepdaughter and invite them over for dinner and drinks. Hell, my father wasn’t the type of guy who did that for anyone but his favorite clients, and even that was an awfully short list. If he wanted to see both me and Maddy, that meant that something was wrong, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with what we’d done last night.

But that was crazy. He’d have no way of knowing that I slept with her. We’d been completely alone. It wasn’t like he’d bug my office, or anything. Right?

My father was a resourceful man, but as far as I knew, I’d given him no cause to feel that drastic measure like that were necessary. Yet the fact remained: he wanted something from both of us. If that wasn’t the reason, then what was?

“Maybe it’s my mom,” Maddy said. She was still sitting on my bed, though she’d wrapped herself in the sheets now to cover up. I guessed that in my own way, I was doing the same thing. We were both distancing ourselves and we knew it, but neither of us seemed ready to talk about why. “Maybe they want to go over the wedding or honeymoon plans.”

I felt my insides untwist a little. I nodded slowly. “That’s possible.” But the wedding was months away. What could they possibly want to consult us about at this stage?

Whatever it was, I knew there was no avoiding it. Maddy and I would have to show up, which meant that we were also going to have to discuss what had happened between us last night.

I looked over at her on my bed. God, she was beautiful. She had one of the most incredible bodies I’d ever seen. She was naturally gorgeous, organic in ways I’d not experienced in a woman… well, ever. All the girls I dated were always plastic Barbie dolls shaped by the most skilled surgeons on the planet into the ideal image men desired most. They were like modern art while Maddy was a classic. Even the freckles across the bridge of her nose gave me the shivers.

And yet she was my stepsister, or she would be soon enough. That meant she ought to be