"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I tell James as I peer down at the ground below us. The ski lift that we are on shakes slightly and I grab the bar for dear life, certain that we are going to fall to our deaths at any moment. James, however, seems unfazed by the height or the shaking. "Relax princess," he says as he puts an arm around me. "We're almost to the top and then it's a quick ride to the bottom." "Like you'd know anything about a quick ride," I mutter, snuggling into his side. Despite the heavy snowsuit, two pairs of long underwear and socks, hat, gloves, scarf and mittens I'm currently wearing, I'm still freezing. I should be used to it by now since our family comes to the ski resort every year for Christmas until after the new year, a tradition we started when the parents got married. James had taken to snowboarding right away and was usually only seen at breakfast and dinner while the rest of us liked to lounge by the heated indoor pool. My entire body sh

My hands tangle in James's hair as his head bobs between my legs, his tongue stroking my pussy. He takes his time, memorizing my folds with his tongue while two of his fingers slowly stroke my insides. I moan as his tongue circles my clit and his lips give it a teasing suck. James loves teasing, not that I mind, he's very good at what he does. My hips jerk as his fingers graze the sensitive spot inside me his licking turns from teasing to eating like it was his last meal. His fingers thrust harder, grazing my spot over and over while his lips suck on my clit mercilessly. My fingers dig into his scalp and pull his hair harshly as I explode with a yell. My hands release his head and I lay there trying to breath. If this was how our first day in Paris was starting, I had high hopes for the rest of it. James comes and lays beside me, his hand running across my skin lightly, "good morning." "A very good morning," I say, giving him a loving look. After his confession at Christmas we had

"Do you want kids?" I ask James suddenly. He pauses mid lick of his ice cream and stares at me, tongue slightly out of his mouth, the sunshine highlighting his startled expression. I gesture to the kids who are playing in the park and explain, "seeing them, it made me realize that we haven't had this conversation yet." He follows my gaze to the laughing kids and goes back to eating his ice cream, "sure, why not. Could be fun."Now it's my turn to be startled, "are you serious? You want kids?" "Is that such a surprise?" He asks. "Yes," I admit. James grins at me and tosses his ice cream in the trash next to the bench before sliding closer to me, "why is it so surprising that I'd want kids with you?" He leans in and whispers in my ear, "why wouldn't I want to fuck you relentlessly and fill you with my cum until you're full and round with my baby?" He pulls back and says normally, "I think pregnant you would be hot." He pauses for a moment before nodding and adding, "we should start

"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

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