"I did it," I tell James as I throw my phone on the bed. "That was the longest most evasive conversation I've ever had with my dad, but I did it." Sitting heavily on the couch next to him, I lay my head on his shoulder. "I hate lying to him but I couldn't exactly tell him that I love fucking my stepbrother so much that I'm not coming home." I feel James laugh, "I mean you could have. It probably would have made the conversation a lot shorter." I slap his leg, "yeah because he probably would have had a heart attack." I look up at him, "what did you tell your mom?" "That I wanted to travel and since I've got the money to do so I didn't see any reason not to," he says easily. "And did she ask about me?" I ask cautiously."Eh not really. I just told her that I'd asked you to come since you had mentioned not wanting to go back to college and you'd accepted." "Hmm," I muse. "Nothing about how you only offered because you like fucking me?" "I don't like fucking you," he growled. "I lov
We didn’t talk about my ‘proposal’ the rest of the time we were at the sanctuary and by the time we we were ready to leave, it had all but been forgotten. By James at least. My mind was still reeling about the fact that he wanted to get married. I’d thought it would be a possible deal breaker but he didn’t even blink. After a tearful goodbye with all the volunteers and an even longer one with Tikiri, we were on our way to Bora Bora. Since I picked Kenya, James picked our tropical getaway. He said that he’d always wanted to go there, but I suspect that he just wanted to get me in a bikini for a few weeks. Not that I mind, I’ve got a surprise speedo for him in my suitcase. The flight to Bora Bora is a long one, but I actually manage to sleep the entire way there. Once we landed, James had a car waiting for us that took us to our resort. I was expecting a hotel close to the water, but with James I should have known better. Still, it came as a surprise when we pulled up to a long bo
To neither of our surprise, James did in fact catch me, but I made him wait until after we got back in the hut. And now, as he rails me against the bathroom counter, I’d say that it was a good decision. My hands grip the edge of the counter, my eyes firmly locked on his in the reflection. His muscles flex with each thrust, his veins popping out and his cocky smile make me quiver around him. I’m almost ashamed of how quickly I cum, but James finishes almost as fast I do. He holds me tightly as we start to breath normally, “we’re getting pretty good at that,” he jokes. I rub my ass against him as I agree, “well you know what they say; practice makes perfect. And we’ve had a lot of practice.” He starts to say something but is interrupted by his stomach growling. “Should we get some food princess?” He asks as he chuckles. I grin at him through the mirror, “you could just eat me, but yes, let’s see if this place has a restaurant.” He pulls out of me quickly and spins me around, drop
“Shit,” I mumble as I stare at the little stick in my hand. The pink plus sign stares back at me, almost tauntingly. “Maybe it’s a false positive,” I say to myself as I look at the five other pregnancy tests on the counter. I groan as I read them- all positive. A knock comes from the bathroom door, “you ok in there?” “Yeah!” I answer. “Just.. uh… girl things!” “Oh,” James says quickly. “If you need anything I can run to the store,” he offers. “Not unless they sell abortion over the counter,” I grumble. “What was that?” He asks loudly. “I didn’t hear you.” “I said not unless they have real Tylenol here,” I answer quickly. “I’ll go check,” James says. “I’ll see if they have that chocolate you like too.” “Thank you,” I tell him as I sink to the floor. How had this happened? I mean, I know how it happens, but it shouldn’t have happened. Sure we’ve been fucking like rabbits but birth control was supposed to prevent this right? Unless, oh god, I’d gotten the dates wrong on when it
"What the hell?" I say softly as I stare at the email on my phone. "What's up?" James asks curiously as he plops onto the couch next to me.I turn my phone towards him so he can see the email, "somone wants to buy my photo of Tikiri." James scrolls through the email until he gets to the picture, "hey! I didn't know you took this one," he exclaims as he starts to laugh hysterically.I couldn't blaim him, it was a pretty funny picture of him and Tikiri playing in a mud puddle, both covered in mud and looking like they were wrestling. "How much are they offering?" I take my phone from him and scroll to the offer. When James sees it he lets out a long low whistle, "damn. That is a lot of zeros.""Yeah no shit," I mumble, still in shock. "Should I do it?" He hands me my phone back as he says, "that's up to you baby, but whatever you do, I'm proud of you." He gets up and kisses the top of my head, "we should celebrate." He looks at the time and grins, "the club should be open by now. Let'
"Oh yeah," Annie moans. "Harder." I glance over at her and can't help the laugh that escapes me; she's laying on a massage table, white towel covering her ass and a muscular man pressing his knuckles into her back firmly. His face was scrunched in concentration and mild panic as he rubs her back, "is this hard enough ma'am?" "What's your name?" She asks instead of answering his question. "Robert," he replies. "Well Robert," she groans. "I'm going to need you to break me in half." "Ma'am?" He asks, a concerned look on his face. "You heard me," Annie teases. "Snap me like a glow stick." I watch as he visibly swallows, "yes ma'am," he says before pressing into her harder. "Oh that's the stuff Robert," she moans loudly. "Keep that up and there's a nice big tip in it for you." Shaking my head, I go back to my own massage and almost fall asleep with how relaxing it is. Our hour goes by quickly and when we are done, Annie does give Robert a nice tip and a wink. We make our way to th
“Hey,” I ask nervously. “Can we talk?” James looks up from his laptop and puts it on the coffee table, “of course baby. What’s up?” “Why won’t you fuck me?” I rush out. He looks surprised by my question and sits there staring at me for a moment before he answers. “I didn’t think you wanted me to,” he finally says. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” I ask softly. His voice was just as soft when he says, “Because I got you pregnant.” “Oh James,” I sigh as I sit down next to him. “It wasn’t just you, you know. It takes two to make a baby. I’m just as responsible as you are.” “I should have taken precautions,” he tells me. “You took some and I didn’t, and I feel bad about that. So I didn’t want to fuck you again until I felt like I had earned it, I guess.” I smile slightly, “and here I thought that maybe you were mad at me.” “Why would I be mad at you?” He asks confused. “Most guys aren’t too happy when their fiancée gets an abortion,” I say. “Most guys are assholes,” he snorts. I
We don’t leave the room until we dock three days later. The condoms that Annie gave me were quickly used up and after a rather awkward phone call to room service, we had two more boxes delivered. The bathroom trash was quickly filling up and I felt a moment of guilt for whoever was going to clean our room during our departure. But that was quickly forgotten when James bent me over the back of the couch and fucked me from behind.After that first time, I hadn’t had to ask again. He’d locked the front door and put out the do not disturb sign before telling me that I was going to be naked and unable to walk for the next few days. And he made good on his promise. The mornings were filled with me waking up to his tongue on my pussy and an orgasm coursing through me followed by breakfast and a shower fuck fest. The rest of the day consists of more food hastily eaten between more orgasms. Every surface of our suit has been christened multiple times over. By the time we docked in Italy we