Zach continued to hump me, pressing the base of his cock on my sensitive clit over and over. I lost my breath as I came down from my orgasm, only to be lifted high once again—my third one for the night.“Oh my god, Zach…”I felt more juices escape from my pussy, lubricating my already wet entrance even more. Then I felt the head of his cock in my opening.He stared at me intently. Then he pushed himself in me, as gently as he could. The pleasure I felt was replaced with a tearing pain.“Awww!” I screamed, pulling Zach to me, holding on to him for comfort.“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”Then in one final push that gave me a pain that felt like I was going to be torn in half, he bottomed out on me. For a couple of seconds that felt like a hundred years, none of us dared to move.He propped up on his elbows so he could look at me in the eyes. He smiled at me apologetically. Then he reached up and wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks.“You’re so fucking tight,” h
Blaire.When I opened my eyes, I looked directly into his. The look of lust on his face was potent, primal. He drove forward, a little harder and a little deeper, making me moan louder.“Give me what I want, baby girl,” he said. “I’m not going to last long. But I need you to cum again. I want to feel you cum around my cock.”“Zach…” I moaned. “Please!”I wanted him to move faster, to drive in me deeper. I looked at him with pleading eyes. He slowly shook his head. He wasn’t going to lose control. He was being careful not to hurt me.He leaned forward and sucked on one of my nipples, causing me to moan even louder. I could feel it inside me, building in intensity. Each thrust, he hit me deeper and put pressure on my clit at the same time. Zach was taking me to heights I had never been to before. Slowly, but surely.With one deep thrust, I suddenly lost control. I was pushed toward the edge again. I screamed his name over and over as I lost control of my own body. My whole body rocked,
Zach.I opened my eyes as soon as I felt the sunrays hit my bare skin. Immediately, as if on instinct, my arms went to the side of the bed. I only felt the firm mattress and the soft bed covers beside me. Immediately, I bolted up from bed, trying to piece together my surroundings and the vivid memories I had of last night.I saw the old bed cover on the floor. I sighed in relief. At least I knew I didn’t just dream last night. It really happened; it had been real. And the evidence of that was on the floor. I remembered she insisted we change the bed covers because it was soaked in our passion juices and her blood—the blood of lost innocence.I walked toward the cabinet to put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts. Then I went to the bathroom, hoping she was there.When she wasn’t, I quickly checked out the bedroom floor again to check if the clothes we wore last night were still there. I was relieved to see that they were. I quickly brushed my teeth and then walked down the stairs to look f
Zach. I kneeled between her thighs. Then I took hold of both her legs and place them on my shoulders. She bit her lip in anticipation. “You ready for me, baby girl?” I asked her. She nodded. I gave her a triumphant grin and then started pumping into her. Fast! Hard! Deep! “Oh my god… Za-Zach!” She was screaming. I became relentless. She asked me to fuck her hard, and I was doing exactly what she wanted. Who knew she had a kinky side? “Zach! I’m going to—” She didn’t finish that sentence. I felt her pussy tighten three times more, sucking me in, gripping my cock like a vise. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Like I was going to. I didn’t think I would ever stop. Not now. Not ever. She was mine, and I wanted to make sure she knew it. I pumped into her like a piston. She was moaning in the relentless pleasure I was giving her. I struggled for control, holding my breath, and focused on holding m
Blaire. The ruthless sound of thunder made me scream. It was nine in the evening. I went down to the kitchen to drink milk before I went to bed. It was right here in the kitchen. I remembered being here with my mother. Lightning struck, illuminating the dim room, followed by the crashing sound of thunder. I was so scared and ran to my mother for comfort. But instead, she pushed me away and used the belt on me. I remembered Zach’s face that day. I saw the exact moment my mother’s belt hit his skin. He took the hit for me. He even tried to smile through it, to assure me he was okay. But I knew he was hurting. Tears rolled down my cheeks without me realizing it. I started shaking in fear. This was my weakness, my fear. Suddenly, I felt arms circled around my waist, and I felt the familiar warmth of Zach’s body against mine. “Baby girl,” he whispered. I turned around and hugged him. “Zachary!” I cried out. “It’s ok
Blaire. Zach leaned forward and kissed my lips once again. Then he pulled out of me. In one swift movement, he turned me around on fours and entered me from behind. He didn’t have a problem spearing through me again. My folds were slick with my juices and his. He went at me hard and deep. I couldn’t control the moans coming out of me anymore. I felt his arm on my waist as he pulled me to him. He stopped pumping his cock into me. His breath was hot against my ear. “Baby girl, you’re loud,” he said. “Our parents aren’t here, but the maids are sleeping downstairs. I don’t want them to suspect that I’m fucking my little sister.” I simply nodded. “I love hearing you scream my name, baby girl,” he said. “But while we’re at home, you’re gonna have to scream through my pillow, okay?” I nodded again. He nipped my earlobe while his other hand wrapped gently around my throat. “Good girl,” he whispered. “If you become too loud, I
Zach.I watched her beautiful face against my pillows. She slept peacefully. I think she was even smiling in her sleep. And I hoped I was the source of that.I read somewhere that if a phobia was associated with a horrific memory during thunderstorms, replacing it with another memory would help get rid of or at least diminish the effects of the night our mother beat me up thinking I was her.I only intended to comfort her last night. But then, she always had this effect on me. My body ached for her—all the time. One touch was all it took, and I would be rock hard. I was physically attracted to her, that pretty much was obvious. It didn’t matter what clothes she wore, what color of contacts she put on, or what color she dyed her hair. I was sexually attracted to her—hopelessly. There was something primal in the way I wanted her. Many times, I was filled with uncontrollable lust for her.Last night was a first for me. I achieved a
Zach.Shit! Does he know? He can’t, can he?I closed the door behind me, double-locking it, just in case. I leaned on the door and thought for a whole minute. Could it be possible that he knew? Well, Blaire and I were careful. We never kissed or held hands in public. We were careful to keep our distance from each other. Even at the house, we avoided being together in the same common rooms.No, I don’t think he knows.I found Blaire in the bathroom burning candles and incense sticks. Suddenly, my bathroom smelled like a spa.I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her at the base of her neck.“Are you setting up a bath for us?” I asked. Suddenly, I liked the idea of that.“No, only for you,” she replied.“Why?”“I can’t come out of your room looking like I just came out of the shower, babe. Somebody might suspect