78 comments/ 802321 views/ 156 favorites You. Owe. Me. Ch. 01 By: rj228212 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first try at anything erotic, so I'm desperately craving feedback of any kind. You like it? Let me know. Think it sucks? Let me know that, too. In any case, suggestions are 150% welcome. Thanks, and enjoy. ------------------------------------------------ The first time Chris saw his stepsister masturbating, it was the most erotic sight he'd ever laid eyes on. She laid on her bed, oblivious to his presence, her hand sliding inside her jeans. Her other hand roamed underneath her tank top. Her cheeks were flushed and rubbed against her bare shoulders as she squirmed over the covers. He'd come home not ten minutes ago from his dentist appointment. Apparently she'd been so consumed by her task, she hadn't heard him come in the house. When he'd reached the top of the stairs, he saw that her door was ajar. Before he could knock and say hello, he'd caught sight of her through the crack. He was instantly mesmerized. At 22 years old, the only time Chris had seen a girl masturbate was in porn. Now he was watching his stepsister, Laura, feverishly finger herself, working her body into a frenzy. And he was instantly hard. He wasn't really surprised at his reaction. Most people think the default setting for the human body is non-arousal; most people are incorrect. In actuality, the norm is arousal. The brain actually secretes an enzyme that tells the rest of the body, "Do not be aroused! Do not be aroused!" When we get turned on, that's because our brains have halted that enzyme, allowing the normal state of arousal to return. And with a 22-year-old male, that enzyme was produced even less than normal. Besides, Laura was beautiful. Long, auburn hair that flowed just below her shoulders, big brown eyes, and a smooth olive complexion. At 21, she had a natural beauty and a body that rivaled any girl Chris had seen in real life. Supermodels and actresses didn't count, by his standards. But she was normally so prudish. It wasn't just seeing her like this that excited him so much. It was the fact that masturbation was the last thing he had ever expected to find her doing. She always wrinkled her nose at any talk of sex. So, despite her good looks and physique, Chris never really thought of her as a sexual being. As he watched, her pace quickened and a soft panting escaped her lips. Chris's cock bulged against his jeans, and he flirted with playing with himself right there outside her door. Instead, he adjusted his package. Her panting became more fevered and immediate. Her hips began to rock against her buried hand, and the one under her shirt descended to her waistline, tugging distractedly at her pants. It was like she wanted and yet didn't want to take them off. Her tugging had lowered them slightly, revealing the edges of her hips and exposing her smooth tummy. Her free hand quickly popped the button and unzipped the fly, then joined the first. She now had both hands working herself. Her eyes were closed, lids fluttering passionately, and she was biting her lip, her tiny little moans tickling Chris to a raging hard-on. She was the picture of sexy, so sultry and evocative, that Chris wanted nothing more than to join her. But he didn't want to embarrass her or himself. And he was enjoying his peep show far too much. Her rocking hips began to thrust harder, and her brow furrowed, her face scrunching up in ecstasy. Her head fell back on the bed, her mouth hanging open, frozen in a silent cry of delight. Her back arched up into the air, and she looked almost in pain for instant, before the breath that was caught in her chest escaped in a heaving, trembling moan that sent shivers through Chris's entire body. Laura's orgasm quivered through her body, her bottom lip trembling, her eyes held shut as she settled back down on the bed, her hands still working inside her jeans, but slower and more gently. She cooed against her shoulders, shivering briefly. And then she spoke for the first time since Chris had stumbled upon her. "Oh, Chris..." His eyes popped wide and now his breath caught in his chest. Had he heard that correctly? Had she really just said his name? Did she know he was there? Of course not, her eyes hadn't even opened yet. There was no way she could have seen him. But she had to. She just said his name. "Oh Chris, Chris, Chris..." She moaned it over and over again, as if putting herself to sleep with it. And then Chris realized, she wasn't saying it to him. She was imagining him. She was fantasizing. She was getting off thinking about him. Deciding he'd seen enough, Chris had to do something about his own arousal. He decided to take a shower, but in his parents bathroom. If he used the one he and Laura shared, she would hear him and possibly suspect something. Or maybe he was just being paranoid. Still, he decided to play it safe, so he silently padded over to the master bathroom on the other end of the house, closed and locked the door, then started the shower. Five seconds later he was naked and under the soothing water, jerking off furiously. Chris had never thought about Laura while masturbating before, and now that he was, it was the most intense J.O. of his life. Burned in the backs of his eyelids was the image of Laura's face, biting her lip, eyes fluttering in rapture. He mentally undressed her, imagining what she might look like sprawled out naked, fingering herself, one hand rubbing her clit while the other worked a finger or two inside her pussy. Then, just as he neared climax, she opened her eyes and met his, a deep, wanton gaze that begged him to join her. And he heard those words again escape her soft lips. "Oh, Chris..." And that was all she wrote. With a quiet groan that still echoed against the bathroom tile, Chris came in his parents' shower, the warm spray tickling the head of his cock, the image of Laura just as strong as ever. Despite her beauty and physique, he'd never thought of Laura in that way. He wasn't sure why. Even though they weren't related by blood, some part of Chris's mind had decided she was off-limits. Now, after seeing her in her room and then jerking off in the shower, Chris honestly couldn't imagine anything or anyone more erotic. After he dried off, he got dressed, put on some deodorant, then grabbed some cologne and splashed a bit on for good measure. When he came through the doorway into his parents' bedroom, he was suddenly jumped on from behind. "Hey!" Laura said. "You're home early. Thought you were at the dentist." Ever since their parents had married, the two had always gotten along. And Laura was known for pouncing surprise piggyback rides on him. Now, the smell of her so close and the feel of her pressed against him were intoxicating. He held her legs for support. "I was. Got back about ten minutes ago." He whisked her around their parents' bedroom. She held her arms out and flew through the air on his back. "How come you used their shower?" He shrugged. "Something different." Hoping to change the conversation, he dipped and rolled, dangerously close to losing his balance and sending them both to the floor. "Watch out! Chris!" He teetered to the side, unable to right himself, and they both toppled onto their parents' bed, laughing. "Mayday, mayday!" he said. "We're going down! We're going down!" "Honey, we're already down." She was smiling, her arms hanging across his chest from holding on. He slid off to the side and sat up. "No classes today?" "Friday's off," she said with a shake of her head. Laura went to a nearby art school. She was studying photography. Chris had gone to a top-rated medical school across the state. Both of them had full scholarships. "Nice schedule. Wish I had three day weekends." She shrugged. "Wish I had a whole month off for Christmas." "It's not that great." True, Chris was thankful for the end of the semester – finals had been devastatingly hard – but all his friends were at school. He barely knew anyone at home. At least he'd brought home his video games. "So..." Laura was propping herself up on her elbows, giving him a sideways look. "What?" Looking at her, laid out on their parents' bed, it was easy to picture her on hers, a hand down her pants, eyes closed, lip trembling. Instantly feeling his cock's reaction to the image, Chris pushed it out of his mind. "Our parents' shower." Chris groaned mentally. He thought he'd avoided this. "Afraid I might have seen you in our bathroom?" He laughed dismissively, hoping that would end it. "Afraid I might catch a peek?" She was grinning playfully. Chris noted he'd never seen her like this before. He wondered if it was her post-orgasmic state or if there was something else going on. He thought it couldn't hurt to play along. "And why would I be afraid of that? I assume it's nothing you haven't seen before." She cocked her head knowingly. "Books aren't the same as real life." He laughed. "You're right. Sometimes they're much better." "Aww, that's so cute," she cooed, smiling even wider now. "But I bet no book can live up to the real thing." Chris decided to see just how playful she really was. "What real thing? Sex or cock?" Instantly, a coat of blush spread through Laura's cheeks and she looked away briefly, her smile turning slightly embarrassed. "Either one." When her eyes came back to his, there was a slight glimmer of excitement to them. She pulled herself to her knees and scooted closer to him. "Chris..." "Yeah?" He leaned back and reclined on his elbows now, stretching across the bed. "Have you ever...well..." She trailed off, biting her lip. The image of her on her bed returned to Chris's mind. She looked in his eyes again, then away. "Have I ever what?" he asked quietly. She giggled nervously, playing with her fingers. "Have you ever p-...p-played with..." "Played with what?" She looked like she was mulling something over in her head, then she looked straight at him, a slight smile still on her lips, but it was different now. "Yourself." He laughed. "I think you can assume that of every guy on the planet." She laughed with him, the ice breaking and he could see her visibly relax. "How about you?" Her tension returned immediately. "What do you mean?" Chris smiled. He was really enjoying this conversation. "Have you ever played with yourself?" She looked back down at her hands, and he knew she was debating her answer. "Only recently. One of my girlfriends at school told me...how to...how I could...do it. So I've been..." She got lost in her mind for a moment, then blinked back to the present with a flashy smile and a sparkle in her eyes. "Yes. I have." She was loosening up. The thought of another girl explaining female masturbation to Laura ran through Chris's mind. Combined with the still-present image of her on her bed with her hands in her pants, he was starting to get hard again. And smelling her perfume wasn't helping. If they kept this up, he was going to have to reposition himself soon to hide his bulge. "And what do you think?" he asked. "Do you like it?" She bit her lip again and this time her eyes never left his, but if felt she was looking through him. Or maybe she was looking deep inside him. He suddenly felt very exposed. He couldn't break her gaze. "Yes," she answered softly. After a moment, he was finally able to look out the window and away from her. An awkward silence hung between them briefly. Then she asked, "How did you know...what to do?" "What do you mean? Like, how to do it? How to get off?" She nodded. "Yeah." He shrugged. "Uh, I don't know. Just comes naturally." Then he added, "No pun intended." It took her a second, but then she broke out laughing. "That's funny," she said, almost impressed. One thing about Laura, her laugh was contagious. Chris had never heard a truer, more innocent laugh. "Would you show me?" She asked it so plainly that Chris wasn't sure at first what exactly she meant. But then her eyes darted to his khakis and he saw the small tent beginning to rise. He sat up quickly, leaning forward and sitting Indian style, trying to hide it. But he was also still laughing, more so now, partly because he honestly thought the whole situation was absurdly funny, and partly because he was, of course, a little embarrassed. She turned instantly soothing, laughing along with him, but also putting a hand on his arm. "It's okay, please, don't be embarrassed!" He stammered through his laugh. "Why do you – why do you want, um" – laugh – "me to" – clearing his throat – "um...why?" Her hand rubbed his arm; it was comforting. When he looked at her, her eyes were incredibly soft and caring. "Well," she started. "I'm curious. And...you're the guy I'm closest with. I mean, Chris, you may not be my brother by blood, but you're the closest thing I've got to one. I just..." She looked away for a moment, ordering her thoughts. "I'm close with you and I'm curious, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask." His lips had gone dry. He licked them. "Besides," she added with a playful smile. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." He laughed again and so did she. At this moment, he felt closer to his stepsister than he ever had with anyone before. He'd dated his fair share of girls, too, but none had disarmed and put him at ease as much as Laura just had. "In that case," he said, "I have a confession to make." He looked up at her, into her big beautiful eyes. He wondered if she would take this well. "I already saw you." Her hand froze on his arm. She hung there motionless, her eyes darting back and forth between his, searching. "When?" He grimaced slightly. "Twenty minutes ago. When you were on your bed. The door was a little open. I didn't want to embarrass you, but..." He swallowed. "I couldn't look away, either." He decided not to mention what she'd moaned. Unless she brought it up. And even then, maybe he'd lie and say he hadn't heart anything. As he studied her frozen face for any kind of reaction at all, a small smile slowly spread back across lips. "Well, then," she said, and leaned forward so that her mouth was less than an inch from his. When she whispered, he felt her breath on his face and it smelled of cinnamon. "You. Owe. Me." And then she kissed him. Light and innocent, a very slight, barely noticeable peck on the lips. She'd never kissed him before. Ever. His cock sprang up in his pants. The fact that she continued to hang nose-to-nose with him even after the kiss made him even harder. He looked around the master bedroom. "Here?" She smiled. "Wherever you want." His stepsister's kiss and his ever-hardening cock began to embolden him. He decided if he was going to this, might as well make it as memorable as possible. Though, really, he knew there was no way he'd forget anything about today. "You're room," he said. Her smile widened with excitement and her eyes glimmered again. "Okay." Then she looked down into his lap. "Are you okay to walk?" He couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I can walk." He brought his hand over to adjust himself but she caught it in hers and locked her fingers with his. He looked up at her, saw that her eyes were locked with his, then felt her other hand move to his pants. His breath caught when it slid inside, her fingers floating through his pubic hair and wrapping around his shaft. They sat their motionless for a moment, eyes and fingers locked together, her hand around his cock, lightly holding it. She ran her thumb over the tip, sending chills through his body, then adjusted him, pressing his dick against his abdomen. "Better?" she asked. He nodded, unable to speak for the moment, he was so surprised by her forwardness. With a knowing smile, she took the hand that hers was locked with and led him from the master bedroom and down the hall to hers. She closed and locked the door, even though neither one of their parents was expected home for an hour. "Better safe than sorry," she explained. She led him to her bed, and he was fully aroused now, being in the room where she'd just fingered herself not half an hour before. He thought he could almost smell her juices. "How do you want me?" he asked. It was all so surreal to him. This was probably the most unexpected thing he could have imagined happening that day. "Here," she said, and she took his legs and spread them out in a V and kneeled between them. She took hold of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. Seeing his bare chest, she stopped for a minute, running her hands lightly over his skin, feeling his build. Chris wasn't in the best shape of his life, but he wasn't unfit either. In high school he'd run track, and he still had a certain natural muscle tone. Then her hands drifted lower, over his abdomen, and to his pants, where she proceeded to unsnap them and lower the fly. She stopped then, looking up into his eyes as she took hold of the waist and inched his khakis and boxers down over his hips, revealing his hard-on. The cool air of the room was refreshing against his nakedness. Only after his cock had been freed did she break from his eyes and look down at it. She smiled. "Definitely better than a book." They both smiled, and then she sat back on the bed between his legs. Surprisingly, he wasn't embarrassed anymore. Now that he was exposed, he felt totally comfortable. In fact, he'd never been more turned on in his life. "Now what?" he asked. "I don't know," she said with a knowing grin. "Now what?" "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever you do normally." "No," he shook his head. "What do you want to see? What do you want to see me do?" He was curious how into this she was. But she didn't understand. "Tell me what you want to see." The blush that started to appear in her cheeks told him she was catching on. "Oh." She looked down at his hard-on again, which was in no danger of diminishing. "I want you to play with yourself." It was barely louder than a whisper. So the prudish, asexual Laura was still in there after all. Chris smiled. She was so fucking cute. "What? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." Her eyes returned to his. Their sparkle said she liked what he was up to. She spoke louder this time. "I said, I want to watch you play with yourself." He turned an ear toward her like a deaf old man. "You want me to play with what?" "With yoursel-" She cut herself off, finally seeing where this was going. Leaning forward, her hands on the insides of his bare thighs, she drilled her eyes into his. This time she was soft-spoken, but there was nothing timid about her. "I want you to play with your cock for me." She leaned a little closer, and one of her hands trailed fingertips upward from the base of his balls to the tip of his dick as she said, "I want to watch you cum, Chris." Staring into her eyes, he could have melted, and at that moment, he most likely would have done anything she'd asked. Never looking away from her, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and slowly started pumping. Laura leaned back again on the bed, but left her hands on his inner thighs, gently massaging. She watched his hand as it pumped up and down. She noticed a drop of milky liquid squeeze out from the top and trickle down the shaft. She lowered herself to her stomach, laying flat on the bed between his spread legs, and grabbing a pillow for her head, watching intently as his pace quickened. Her face was no more than a few inches from his shaft. She hadn't thought it could get any bigger or harder, but as Chris steadily stroked his cock, it did. Chris's eyes never left his stepsister's face. She was so enthralled by his throbbing dick, and the proximity of her face – he could feel her breath against his balls. Even though he'd just jerked off in the shower recently, he knew he wasn't going to last long. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 01 As he continued to work his cock, Laura found herself getting more and more turned on. This was the first real penis she'd ever seen. It was the first one she'd ever touched. Her forwardness was even surprising her. But her recent discovery of self-gratification had unlocked some hidden well of unknown desires. She wanted Chris. She wanted him as badly as she'd ever wanted anything before. Unseen by him, one of her hands slid down between her and the bed and disappeared into her jeans again. As she rubbed her clit, just as her friend had told her, she matched the pace of his pumping hand. She noticed the tip of his cock was getting redder, and the veins running up the shaft began to bulge. She wondered if that meant he was getting close. She told him, "Tell me when you're close." His head was back on the bed and he was staring straight up at the ceiling. His eyes might have been closed. She couldn't tell from her position. All she could see was his rock hard dick between his legs. More liquid appeared at the tip. She reached up and smeared it along his cock's ridge. He groaned loudly. "I'm close." His breathing was quick and shallow. Speeding up her fingers on her clit, she moaned slightly, and her other hand slid up his inner thigh, brushing past the base of his cock, and up onto his abdomen. There, she found his free hand and took it in hers. The connection of their hands was like a hundred bolts of lightening coursing through her veins, each of them exploding between her legs. When she started panting – her precursor to climax – Chris felt her ragged bursts of breath against his balls, and he felt them tighten, his juices boiling up. He looked down at his stepsister and could see she was playing with herself, too, and he squeezed her hand, seconds away from coming. Laura had gotten so caught up in her own approaching orgasm, she'd had her face buried in the pillow and wasn't even watching Chris. When he squeezed her hand, Laura felt an overwhelming urge take control of her. Before she realized what had happened, she'd pulled herself up, opened her mouth, held out her tongue, and pressed it flat against the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. A shudder swept through his body. "Holy shit, Laura...!" He squeezed her hand harder, and just as she moved out of the way, three ribbons of cum shot out of his dick and up onto his chest. She bit down on her quivering bottom lip, eyes glued to his cock as it continued to spurt, but the bulk of it had already been spent. Just as his climax was winding down, hers swept over her. "Oh, Chris. Oh, god. Oh, Chris. Oh, god. Oh, Chriiis!" Her voice rose in pitch and turned to a melodic moan that crested its peak just as her body did the same. She froze between his legs, eyes closed and fluttering, lips pursed tightly together until finally she relaxed, the hand between her legs coming up to take hold of his shaft and gently stroke it. She did it without any hesitation. Chris wasn't even sure she knew that she was doing it, but her fingers were slick with her own juices and her strokes moved easily over his sensitive member as they both wound down. They lay there for about five minutes, neither one saying anything. Hands still clasped together. Eyes closed. Just breathing. Reveling in the moment. It was so tranquil. Finally, Chris let out a deep breath. "We must do that again sometime." She laughed, rolled over and looked up at him. "Or something completely different." She sultry look in her eyes warmed his insides, and he half expected another erection to set in. But before that could happen, Laura rolled over to reach for the tissues on her dresser and proceeded to clean up the mess of spunk that was still on his chest. He told her he could do that, but she insisted. "You did this for me." She stroked his cheek with her hand, smiling warmly. "Thank you." She leaned forward, halted, smiled, then leaned the rest of the way in and kissed him again. This time there was more pressure, more force. She smiled again, and this time it was a whisper: "Thank you, Chris." When he was all cleaned, she pulled his pants up, closed the fly, buttoned them shut, then looked at her watch. "Shit! I forgot. I'm making dinner tonight. I gotta get started." She jumped off the bed and headed for the door. "What are we eating?" Chris asked. She was about to answer when she stopped, her playful grin returning. "It's a surprise," she said from the door and then disappeared down the stairs. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE: My sincerest thanks to everyone who offered feedback on part 1 of this story. I've tried to incorporate your suggestions as best as possible. This may still be slower than some of you would prefer, but I kinda like where it's going. I hope the rest of you do, too. Let me know either way. For those of you interested in just the sex, skip down about 1/3 of the way. For those of you that are U2 fans, get your playlists ready. ------------------------------------------------- Back in his room, barely half an hour after masturbating with his stepsister, Chris was still a little disoriented. He'd just jerked off in front of Laura. She'd fingered herself. She'd touched his cock. She'd licked his cock. Was any of this normal? Granted, they weren't related, but it still felt...taboo. He was sure he should feel guilty. But he didn't. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Downstairs, Laura was working on beef stroganoff wearing her jeans, her tank top, and a permanent smile. She kept thinking about the experience she just shared with her stepbrother. Laying between his legs, watching him stroke himself, she working her clit. Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush and she felt hot. And she had to laugh, too. She was giddy. And she still couldn't believe she'd tasted his precum. She'd just been overcome with desire. She found something liberating in not thinking rationally, not questioning or doubting. She hadn't thought. She'd just done. And she felt really, really good about it, too. Like she'd found a new purchase on her life, a new sense of control and confidence. She felt sexy. And she liked it. Except for the sideways grins Laura and Chris kept shooting back and forth, dinner was uneventfully normal. Lucy, Chris's mother, had had a bad day at work and wasn't saying much. She was a trial lawyer; a lot of people thought that sounded more exciting than it really was: she was in environmental law. Right now, she was tied up in litigation with a local warehouse. Chris was actually surprised she was home tonight. Lately she'd had so much work she'd been sleeping at the office. Jack, Laura's father, was the curator of the art museum. At the moment, he was gabbing about a new Van Gogh exhibit coming to town next week. Normally, whenever a new exhibit was coming, Laura was all over her dad to take her. Van Gogh wasn't one of her favorites, however, so she was on autopilot, smiling and nodding when appropriate. Mainly, she was thinking about Chris sitting across from her. He normally didn't smell this good. He must've been wearing cologne, and it was driving her crazy. She wasn't entirely sure why but she had a pretty good idea the earlier events of the afternoon had something to do with it. She smiled to herself, remembering how good it felt having a secret. Across the table, Chris was also zoning out. He was so focused on his stepsister. Every move, bite of food, sigh, sound, shift, cough. He couldn't stop thinking about earlier. He kept remembering the feel of her hand, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her tongue, the wetness of her hand. While he still wasn't sure if he should feel guilty, he sure as hell felt like seconds. Since Laura had cooked, it was up to Chris to clean. Jack and Lucy retreated to the family room to watch Jeopardy. Laura had gone up to her room to do some homework. Secretly, Chris had hoped she might stay and help him with the dishes, but since he hadn't helped her with dinner, he couldn't really blame her. He was just finishing with the crock-pot when he smelled a familiar fragrance. Then he felt two hands slide onto his shoulders. "How's it going?" Laura said, her face moving in beside his. "A few more left. Hey, great dinner." She smiled happily. "You liked?" "Yeah. Beef was fantastic." "Hmm. I'm still waiting on mine." He stopped mid-scrub, unable to contain his smile and the roll of his eyes. "Wow. Okay. Didn't know you were that corny." He pulled the clean crock-pot from the sink. "But I gotta be honest. I don't think mine's as good as yours." Her voice came down to a whisper, sensual against his ear. "I know better than you." He felt her lick his neck. "Hey, heathens." It was Lucy from the family room. "Law & Order's coming on. You gonna watch?" Chris and Laura knew their parents couldn't see them, so Laura answered, quick and smooth. "No, thanks. Chris is gonna help me with my bio homework." She looked at him purposefully. "Aren't you?" Chris just smiled. In the family room, Lucy shrugged. "Suit yourself." They could hear Jack's newspaper shuffle as he looked up from it. "Laura's taking biology?" Chris and Laura stifled their laughter as they headed upstairs. "Where do you wanna do it?" Chris asked, then quickly added, "Your homework. Where do you wanna do your homework?" He said it loud enough for their parents to hear. Laura giggled. "Your room okay?" "Seems only fair." "Alright. I'll grab my books and be over." And she disappeared into her room, closing the door. Chris went over to his room, put on a U2 playlist of mp3's, and hopped on the internet while he waited. Between a trial lawyer and a museum curator, their family was well-provided for. The house had wireless internet, both Chris and Laura had LCD's in their rooms, and the family room was decked out with a large plasma screen and surround sound. Jack was nuts about plasma technology, but when it came to Chris and Laura's rooms, he let them pick their TV's. Laura the photographer was partial to LCD's. Chris just got what she got. And Lucy couldn't care less. She was barely home enough to enjoy any of it. As he checked his email, his mind again wandered to earlier that day, then quickly wandered to what was to come when Laura came over to do her "homework". Chris was excited, but he also felt a strange nervousness welling up in him. He wanted to see Laura and be with her again, but what if they got caught? Would their parents care? Would they be angry? Was there anything for them to care or be angry about? Everyone got along – Lucy liked Laura and Jack liked Chris. Were they potentially ruining everything by giving in to these very sudden urges? Before he could ponder any of the answers to those questions, he heard a knock on the bathroom door. His and Laura's rooms were connected by their own bathroom. "It's open," he said, his voice squeaking slightly. Laura came in. She'd changed into her pajamas which were basically nothing more than an oversized navy blue t-shirt that said "wIsH AwAY" across the chest. She'd found it in a store selling discount clothes for overweight women. She'd thought it was funny. The idea behind the shirt was that on a larger woman it would be tighter, and the words would be across the breasts. On Laura, however, it just looked like an overall statement. Or an invitation. When Chris saw her, he felt his heart beat a little faster. "Wow," he said, as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail. "You like?" she said, finally presenting herself, ponytail and all for comments. The shirt came down around her thighs and her legs were so silky smooth and uniformly tan. Most of her friends thought she went tanning, but it was just how she looked. Naturally amazing. He couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear or not. "I definitely like. But what if one of them comes up?" He was talking about their parents. "Won't it be kinda weird? You dressed like that?" "Not if I leave through the bathroom, it won't." Chris smiled. She was a thinker. He may have had the better grades, but she definitely had the common sense. He was sitting on the bed, his laptop in his lap. She sat down next to him. "I still can't believe what happened earlier," she said. He closed the computer and set it aside. "Me neither." "Do you regret it?" "No." The answer came so quickly it surprised him. "Good, because I don't either," she said. "I was thinking to myself, did we really do anything wrong? And as far as I can tell, I don't think we did. I mean, it's not like we're related." "Thank god. If I had a sister like you prancing around like that at night, I'd be in big trouble." She beamed sweetly, flattered. "Really?" "Hell, yes. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to jump you at dinner?" "Mmm, not half as hard as it was to not jump you. And I think even if you were my brother I'd still have wanted to watch you jerk off." He felt his cock twitch. "Really?" She took his hand. "Chris, I've never been that turned on in my life. I don't know what's happening to me. You know me! I'm normally not like this. But I just feel so...I don't know..." "Free," he said. "Yes. Exactly. That's it. I feel free with you, like it's okay to feel or do anything because –" She stopped, and her other hand came to his knee. "I trust you." He smiled warmly. "Thank you." He could smell her perfume again, and the way the light caught her dark hair made it shimmer beautifully. Her skin looked so soft and her eyes glistened in his dimly lit room. He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. Through his stereo, "Stay (Far Away, So Close)" played quietly. Then her smile, turned playful. "So I need some help with my biology homework." "I'll do anything I can. What's the assignment?" She hesitated, trying to gauge what his reaction might be to what she was about to say. She leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead ran her tongue across his lips. At the same time, he felt one of her hands slide down between his legs and cup the front of his pants. His cock twitched, and she smiled. "My assignment is," she started, then lowered her voice to barely a whisper. "To drink as much cum as possible." Chris felt his heart skip a beat, as she pulled back a bit to look in his eyes. "You get right to the point, don't you?" he asked. She smiled. "Think you can help me?" "I think so. For a price." She tilted her head at him. She hadn't been expecting that and her act completely dropped as she nearly laughed. "You're going to charge me? Shouldn't you be accepting this with open -" She was cut off because he was kissing her, but there was nothing innocent or light about the kiss he was giving her. He just couldn't wait anymore. He needed to touch her. She relented to his desire, both their mouths opening, their tongues dueling. He tasted cinnamon on her breath again, and smelled jasmine in her hair. He leaned her back on the bed, one hand steadying her, pressing her to him, the other stroking her tummy through her shirt. As their lips remained locked, his stroking hand drifted behind her to her cute little butt, which he pressed into his hips. She moaned when she felt the length of his semi hard-on through the khakis. His hand on her ass had locked her against him, not that she wanted to go anywhere. She concentrated on meeting his tongue with hers, enjoying the softness and passion of their kiss. She'd never been this close to him before, in his arms like this. Just his kiss and his embrace felt like they were turning her on more than his cock had earlier. Then she felt his hand drift up under her shirt from behind, and he discovered the little surprise she'd planned for him. They broke apart, breathing heavily, strings of saliva hanging between their mouths. "No underwear?" She shrugged playfully. "What's the point? We both knew it'd be coming off." "Makes collecting my fee a lot easier." Before she could ask him what that meant, he was kissing her again, and she was only too happy to return the gesture. Her hands ran through his hair, over his neck, her fingers playing over the ridges of his ears. His hand was on her bare ass, grinding her hips against his. She reached for the waistline of his pants and began to unbutton them, but before she could open the fly and free what she wanted, he broke away from her again, this time trailing his kisses down her cheek and over her jaw line, then down her neck. Admittedly, when he found she wasn't wearing underwear, Chris wanted to fuck her immediately. No questions asked. How could he not? But he stayed calm, at least, as calm as he could in that situation. He kissed down her neck and over her collarbone, giving the apex a little flick of his tongue. She moaned softly and writhed against him. His hand found its way up inside her shirt and drifted to one of her breasts. It ascended to the peak and took the nipple between two fingers. When he rolled it between them, pinching lightly, he saw her bite her lip out of the corner of his eye. He smiled to himself. Repositioning himself, he scooted down between her legs, and she understood his "fee". He wanted to taste her before she got her first good taste of him. She ruffled a hand through his hair, the other playing with her other breast. She spread her legs to allow him access. He was shocked to find that her pussy was shaved. He thought maybe he shouldn't have been – a lot of girls did it nowadays – but still, this was his prudish stepsister. Then he reminded himself that if he learned nothing else from today, it's that Laura was full of surprises. With one hand working a breast, Chris used the other to spread her beautiful lips. When he saw her clit he realized how she'd gotten off so easily before. It was bigger than most he'd seen. He'd actually found it, so that was one indicator. Half the time, Chris had never really known what he was doing when going down on one of his girlfriends. But now he could see the definite outline of the tiny little bulb. He looked up at her. "Has anyone ever done this for you before?" She shook her head. To his surprise, she actually looked nervous. His hand on her breast moved to her nearby hand and they clasped each other tightly. "Don't be nervous. I don't know what to expect either." She seemed to relax a little at that. He knew it was a lie – he'd eaten out other girls – but he wanted her to know he was there for her. Despite the distinctly sexual acts of the day, he felt a formidable closeness with Laura that hadn't been there 24 hours ago. Holding her hand, he flicked his tongue out. When it touched her clit, her thighs clapped around his head so hard his ears started ringing. He made slow, small circles. After several seconds, her head had lulled back onto his pillows. Then he started flicking her clit straight on, then swirling it, then running his tongue the entire length of her slit. Her eyes closed, her fingers in his hair, holding his head to her, her legs spreading on their own as she purred all at once, "Chris holy fuck sweet god dear jesus that feels SOOOO good!" He'd never heard Laura talk like that before. His arousal jumped two more levels. As he continued to tickle her with his tongue, he looked up and was able to see straight up her shirt, along her smooth tummy to the soft mounds of her breasts. God, she was beautiful. Chris felt like the luckiest guy in the world. After a couple minutes of circling, swirling, and flicking, Chris decided to change things up again. So he clamped his lips entirely around her clit and, gently sucking, slid his middle finger straight into her pussy. Laura nearly screamed, grabbing one of his pillows and covering her face as her hips rose to his lips. Once his finger was in, he started flexing it while at the same rotating his lips around her clit. Even through the pillow he could hear her squealing, and her grip on his free hand became so tight he thought she might break one of his fingers. As he alternated between sucking on her clit and blowing on it, he began to slip a second finger in. She moaned desperately, white knuckling the pillow. He could hear her saying something but couldn't make out what it was. As the second finger sank deeper, her hips gently began moving with him, thrusting against his lips and hand. The more the second finger disappeared, the more she thrust. He could see her chest heaving as she breathed. She was panting into the pillow. He knew she was close. He decided to crank it up another notch as he brought a third finger to her slit. When it touched, she exploded, her entire body going rigid and tense, her back arching up away from the bed, her hand bending his fingers back in ways they weren't supposed to bend, making him wince painfully. He could hear her through the pillow, her voice trembling as if she were in pain: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He continued kissing her clit and slowly withdrew the second finger, leaving the first to gently bring her down from climax. By the time her back came down to the bed, a three minute long orgasm had passed and she was exhausted. She threw the pillow away and, eyes closed in bliss, took his face in her hands and pulled him up to her, planting a warm, gentle kiss on his lips. She could taste herself on him, but she didn't care. "So how was it?" he asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted the confidence boost. She just smiled dreamily and spoke between deep breaths. "I. Owe. You." Her eyes blinked open and they were half glazed over with lust as they bore into his. "I owe you big time." She pulled him down beside her on the bed and set him on his back. She kissed him again, their tongues dancing once more. Feeling the softness of her tongue in his mouth made him remember the lick earlier in the day. He couldn't wait for the main course to come. As she kissed him, her hand slid down his front and unzipped his fly. She tried to lower his pants while still kissing him but it was a bit awkward so finally she broke away and tore his pants and boxers off in record time. She told him to scoot back, and he sat up against the headboard, giving her more room. She was positioned between his legs again. Chris's oral technique had turned her on so much she couldn't wait to devour him, but there was something she had to do first. Again, she didn't think about it, didn't question. She went with her instincts. She inched forward, straddling his waist and looking right into his eyes, then reached down and took hold of his cock. It jumped in her hand and before Chris could realize what was going on, she lowered herself on top of him. His first thought was that she was putting him inside her, but she flattened his dick against his abdomen and pressed her soaking wet lips against his shaft. His mouth instantly fell open, feeling her wetness against his cock. "Oh Laura," was all he could get out. Then slowly, she started sliding forward and back, lathering the underside of his hard cock with her juices. Chris had died and gone to heaven, his mouth hanging open, his breath caught in his throat. Laura was smiling dreamily against her shoulders, both hands supporting herself on his chest. She loved the look on his face and gazed down at him with such tenderness that when he opened his eyes and met hers, he wasn't sure which was better: the feeling of her wet pussy sliding along his cock, or the dreamy look she was giving him. He took hold of her hips and helped her movements. "Laura..." he said quietly. "You are...amazing." In response, she ground down harder, feeling her clit press against his shaft and shudders of joy coursing outward from between her legs. Chris was starting to thrust up against her. "You wanna cum?" she asked huskily. She knew the answer already, but she liked the idea of talking dirty to him. "Yes." "You wanna be inside me?" "God, yes." She lowered herself to him, kissing him again, their mouths devouring each other. As she continued sliding against him, they both started moaning, and as their moans started getting louder, they used each others mouths to muffle the sounds. She could feel herself approaching orgasm again, and she bit down on his lip, sucking hard as she felt her body tensing up for release. She desperately wanted him. There was no way she could have been close enough to him at that moment. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding herself to him as tightly as she could. He became her anchor, the sensations between her legs overpowering her senses. If she could have fused their bodies into one, she would have. She needed him. She ground against his cock, hard, and held herself there as her body trembled in his arms as he breathed against her ear. "I want to cum inside you." You. Owe. Me. Ch. 02 She moaned against his neck as she held onto him for support, her second orgasm in barely five minutes quaking through her body. "I want you inside me, inside me so much. Deep, deep, deep." As the shudders slowly began to subside and Bono sang over the speakers, she lightly kissed Chris's neck as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh my god. That wasn't supposed to happen." He kissed her forehead in response, his hips still slowly thrusting up against hers. "I'm supposed to be getting you off." "If there's one thing better than me getting off, it's watching you get off." It may have been her orgasms or the music or the look in his eyes or any number of things at that moment, but when he said that, Laura felt herself fight tears. "I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." He smiled warmly, and if it had been possible, she knew she would have melted into a puddle and spilled onto the floor. Instead, she sat up, smiling as she regained her composure. "But I still owe you." She lifted herself off him and crawled back down between his legs, taking hold of his cock again and pumping it slowly. It was slick with her juices now and she found herself looking forward to tasting it. He looked down at her, his mouth still open a little. His brain was still partly shorted-out by her impromptu slide-n-ride. "That was...I can't even say what that was. Incredible." She smiled and leaned forward, rubbing noses with him. "No. You are." She kissed him, then settled back down, kneeling between his thighs. "You ready?" He nodded. "I want you to look at me the whole time." "Where...um, where do you want me to, um..." "Where do you think?" She smiled again, then lowered herself so that her face was inches from his cock and she was staring up at him, a sultry look on her face, her lips pouty and soft. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Chris." She noticed there was already some precum dribbling from his cock, so she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around the tiny little hole and licking up all he had to offer. Chris was instantly moaning. She felt so comfortable with Chris that she wasn't nervous at all anymore. There was no way she couldn't please him. She knew this because it was the same for her. It didn't matter what he did to her; so long as it was him, she was happy. Besides, she wanted to make him happy, too. He'd just given her two of the best orgasms of her life. She owed him at least one of the same. The precum cleared, she went down to the base of his cock and lightly began kissing her way to the top, running her tongue over the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. When she reached the ridge at the top, her tongue danced quickly around it, and her hand steered his cock around his mouth, spreading the fresh precum over her lips like it were lipstick. Chris was steadily making sounds of encouragement; not words, just sounds. He'd temporarily lost the ability to speak. As she licked she could taste her own juices on him, musky and strong. She wouldn't exactly label them "tasty" or "fragrant", but the scent of her pussy, combined with the sweat and precum of his cock, was driving her crazy, and she could feel herself getting wetter still. Doing as she'd told him, Chris's eyes were glued to Laura, watching her tongue slide over every inch of his cock. She looked up at him and smiled, rubbing the tip of his dick around her lips again. Then she opened wide and stuck her tongue out, laying the head against it and pumping him from the base. The movement of her hand and velvet touch of her tongue felt so good it almost hurt. He squirmed against the bed, his face involuntarily contorting, and his eyes closed. Instantly, her free hand took his, squeezing, and he took hold of it like he would a lifeline. Now she was his anchor. The chorus reverberated through the room: "...where the streets have no name..." Stroking him from the base, the tip of his cock sliding against her tongue, it was the easiest thing in the world for her to lower her open mouth down over his cock. And when she did, his groan of appreciation was so loud, that she couldn't help but giggle, discovering quite accidentally that giggling with a mouth full of cock is pure heaven for whomever the cock belongs to. She quickly grabbed the stereo remote and turned up the volume to try and mask Chris's vocalizations, then returned her hand to his. The rooms were somewhat sound-proofed, but she didn't want to take any chances. Their parents were used to loud music – that's why they'd sound-proofed the rooms. They weren't used to groans and moans. She stopped halfway down his cock, letting herself get used to the feeling of it. Her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft, every once and a while flicking over the head toward the back of her mouth. Every time she flicked, Chris shuddered and involuntarily squeezed her hand. She'd squeeze back, covering as much of his cock with her tongue. Still pumping the lower half, she opened her mouth slightly and breathed hot air over him, more so to catch her breath, but when she saw his reaction to it, she smiled inwardly and did it some more, huffing and puffing over his saliva- and pussy-juice-covered cock. The more he squirmed, the wetter she got, and the wetter she got, the more she loved the feel of him in her mouth, and she more she loved it, the more she wanted. Closing her lips again, she began bobbing up and down on him slowly, humming quietly, the vibrations stimulating every nerve right down to the base which she began to pump faster. As she pumped faster, she bobbed faster, and with each downward thrust of her head, she took a little bit more of him in her mouth until she could feel him tickling her gag reflex. When he began gently thrusting into her mouth, she gagged and pulled him out, coughing and eyes watering. He was instantly apologetic. "Oh shit, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He leaned forward and took her face in his hands, concerned and with a guilty look on his face. "You okay?" Her coughs turned into laughter and she caught her breath, shaking her head and smiling up at him with teary eyes. "No, it's okay. It's not your fault," she said, squeezing his hand. "Really. I just wasn't ready for you to start moving on your own." "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize I was doing it." "No, no, no. It's okay. I want you to. Really, it's okay. Now that I know what to expect, I'll be alright." "You sure?" "Yeah." She smiled at him then. "But thank you for the concern." "Thank you for the attention." "I'm doing okay?" He looked at her as if she'd just said the understatement of the century. "This is the best I've ever had." "Really?" Her grin was ear to ear. "You need a break or anything?" Her eyes sparkling knowingly, the answer he got was her opening her mouth and descending on his cock again. "Oh wow," he groaned and leaned back against the headboard. This time, with her throat relaxed, she took nearly his entire length in her mouth, and he felt the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. She held herself there for a moment, then swallowed. Chris could feel his cock pop down into her throat. "Oh fu...," was all he could get out before his eyes closed and his mind drifted off into bliss. Using her swallow to hold his cock there, she worked her tongue over the entire length of his shaft. The hand that had been around his base now fell to his balls and gently began playing with them, squeezing them lightly, tickling his taint with her fingers. Chris could barely sit still. He felt like every nerve in his body was fusing into one. He could feel her everywhere. Even in his fingertips. It was the most unreal and enjoyable sensation he'd ever felt. Pulling him from her throat, she began bobbing up and down again, this time adding a swirl to her movements as she went from base to tip and back again, her tongue sliding over every inch of his cock. She felt his free hand gently twine its fingers through her hair, which had started to come loose from its ponytail. As he massaged the back of her head, she could feel his cock twitching in her mouth. She suspected he was close, and right on cue... "Oh, god, Laura, I'm close. I'm so close." Moaning on his cock, she pulled back to the tip, using her tongue to tickle his hole, tasting fresh precum. She wondered what it was going to feel like when he came. His breathing was becoming more labored, his slight thrusting returning. She opened her mouth and held her tongue out, thrusting her mouth back down on him as fast as she could, his cock sliding along her tongue, the ridge catching her lips and sending indescribable shocks through his body. He began to tense up. His grip on her hand tightened. He started to arch his back. She returned to his tip and clamped her lips around the ridge as tightly as she could, flattening her tongue against the hole as she'd done earlier, blocking it but at the same time sliding all over the head, simultaneously sucking and humming, her cheeks puffing then collapsing quickly. Chris held his breath, looking down at his stepsister sucking his cock so perfectly. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes still so innocent, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue flattened out over the hole, her hand coming up from his balls to grab the base and pump him fast and hard. She wasn't playing around. There was only one thing she wanted from him now. "Fuck, Laura, I'm...shit, I can't...oh FUUUCK!" And he erupted in her mouth. Her tongue held flat over his hole made his cock pump even harder to get his cum out, intensifying the waves of ecstasy that swept through him. He was half convulsing as he shot into her mouth. Laura could feel him spraying, and she swirled her tongue around to the underside of his ridge so that she could start swallowing, but already her cheeks were overflowing. She gulped down as much as she could, but some dribbled back out onto his shaft. She was surprised at how much there was, but gradually, the bulk of it subsided, and she lowered herself further down on him and continued swallowing as her tongue eased him from his climax. Once he was done spurting, she briefly released him from her mouth and used her tongue to lick up whatever excess had spilled onto him, then enveloped again with the warmth of her lips and moaned. Chris jolted euphorically. Finally, he was dry and licked clean, though his cock was still twitching. Pulling up, her lips slid over his ridge and kept the suction right up to the very tip, where they smacked together in an inverse kiss and he shuddered in her grasp, his cock now free of her mouth and glistening wet. Swallowing the last of his cum, she smiled up at him warmly, her hand still gently stroking the base. She lightly kissed the tip then trailed kisses down to the base and back up again before finally snuggling up beside him on the bed, his cock still in her hand, but now her movements weren't sexual. They were tender. He wrapped his arm around her, still out of breath and completely speechless. All he could say was, "Wow." She smiled beside him. "Good?" "Wow." "Really?" He looked at her. His face said it all. But he reiterated: "Wow." "Mmm." She snuggled closer. The track had changed to "With or Without You". Laura took the remote again and turned the volume back down. "Can I sleep here tonight?" "If you didn't ask, I was going to make you." His breath was slowly returning. The sense of peace they both felt was incredible. They were spent, completely and entirely. He was out of ammo, and she was pleasantly exhausted. "I can't believe that was your first blow job," he said. She held her breath for a moment. "Chris...I have a confession of my own to make." He turned his head on his pillow to look over at her. "Yeah?" Her eyes searched his, as if she weren't sure if she wanted to tell him what was on her mind and her decision could only be found somewhere in his gaze. She took another breath. "That wasn't my first...time." "What do you mean?" Then his eyebrows went up. "That wasn't your first blow job?" She shook her head. His jaw dropped slightly and he scooted up on his elbows. "Wait, you - what do you – I don't understand." "Remember Matt?" He did. Laura had dated him back in high school. Truth be told, Chris had always thought the guy was a bit of a shithead. "You went down on Matt? Fucking Matt?!" He was practically laughing. His entire image of his stepsister as a prudish sex-a-phobe was being shattered, and all of it in a matter of hours. His head was spinning. Then something occurred to him. "So does that mean that you've been, um...did Matt go down on you?" "No! God no!" Now she was laughing. "You think I'd let him ever do that to me?" "I don't know. You sucked his cock, how is that so different?" She shook her head determinedly. "Look, I've fooled around with guys before. I know you probably thought I hadn't, but I have. But I can't let any guy do stuff to me. I don't know why, I've just never been that turned on by anyone." Then she smiled. "Well, almost anyone." He was touched, and it showed in his eyes. He nuzzled her nose with his; this was rapidly becoming their private sign of affection, the symbol of the bond that had quickly formed between them. "But I'm still a virgin," she added. "I want you to know that." He nodded. "Okay. Me too." She was surprised. "Really? I thought you and Shannon..." "Uh, no. If I'd been Jesus, maybe. But I'm not. I'm just a normal guy." She laughed again and the intoxication of it found its way into his heart. He pulled her close, the two of them laughing in each other's embrace. It was the laugh of ice being broken, of two people seeing each other as they really were, without pretense or facades. Laura pulled the covers up over them, then snuggled back down beside Chris, his arm around her, her arm draped across his stomach. His eyes were closed, listening to the music. She kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and turned to her and she kissed him on the lips. "Thank you, Laura," he said quietly, already beginning to drift off into sleep. She rested her head on her stepbrother's chest and closed her eyes. Within minutes, they were fast asleep. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 03 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story may be slower than some prefer. As always, feedback and suggestions are welcome and wanted. Thanks to "Roger Ebert" and Andrea for their encouragement. I hope you guys know who you are. =) And to everyone else, of course. I'm writing these for you guys, after all. Also, I didn't have time to proof-read this as much as I would like, so please forgive any errors. ------------------------------------------------- It was a little after two in the morning when Chris awoke. He looked over at the clock, saw the time, and wondered how long he'd been asleep for. He could feel Laura beside him; she lay curled in the fetal position with her back to him. For a second he panicked. What if one of their parents came had come in to say goodnight and found her there? Or what if his mother came in the next morning to kiss him goodbye on her way to work? How awkward would that be? Would either of them be upset? He watched her body rise and fall, listened to the sounds of her breathing. She was lying on his outstretched arm and her hand was still holding his. They'd fallen asleep that way. Their post-fooling-around conversation had touched him deeply. And he realized, laying there beside her, that he wasn't just sexually attracted to Laura anymore; he was legitimately attracted to her. In fact, every passing second was one where he thought less of her as his stepsister and more as Laura, the girl he shared a bathroom with and who could make him smile with barely a breath of effort. He brought his other arm around her; he could still smell the jasmine in her hair and he held her tight. That was when he remembered – they were both naked from the waist down. She hadn't been wearing underwear when she'd come to his room last night, and the course of events had caused his lower attire to be quickly discarded to the floor. And now, her navy blue "wIsH AwAY" shirt had bunched up around her smooth tummy, and his limp member was firmly between her tight butt cheeks. Involuntarily, his hips pressed against her, and Laura responded in her sleep by arching her back away from him and forcing her bottom into his groin. His hand slid over her smooth tummy, playing with her belly button. And though he could feel blood lazily being shunted to his crotch, he felt no desire rising within him. Just peace. He just wanted to hold her and feel her warmth against him. U2 was still softly playing over the stereo. "One love, one life..." And holding her in his arms, he fell back to sleep. ------ When he woke next, daylight streamed through his windows. He blinked groggily in the light, realizing he'd forgotten to pull his blinds shut. As his eyes adjusted, he could see the snow-covered tips of conifers through the windowpanes, along with the side of the neighbor's house. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and the puffiness from his cheeks. He stretched vigorously, his hand falling to Laura beside him. Only she wasn't there. He looked over and indeed the bed was empty except for him. Half awake, he didn't quite understand, and he looked around the room, expecting to find her...somewhere. He wasn't exactly lucid. Then he heard the shower running in the bathroom. He looked at his clock; it was going on ten o'clock. Wow. He'd slept a while. He wondered when Laura had gotten up. Not long ago. He knew she liked to start her days with showers. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he again noticed that all he was wearing was his t-shirt. Though alone in the room, he still held the covers over his lower half. It was always interesting to him how protective and embarrassed people could be about their bodies at the strangest times. He had no problem being seen by Laura last night, but alone in his room he covered himself. His cell phone rang over on the windowsill. Standing from the bed and naked from the waste down, he walked over and picked it up. "Hello?" It was less a greeting and more a hoarse grumble. "You'd better be hung over," said the voice on the other line. It was Simon, Chris's long time friend. "What? What are you talking about?" "It's Saturday morning, Chris." Chris yawned. "Yeah?" "What do we do Saturday mornings?" Then it dawned on him and he was suddenly alert. "Ah, shit. I'm sorry, man, I completely forgot." "Sorry can come later. Grab some coffee and get your ass over here." Saturday mornings, Chris and Simon refereed indoor soccer games. Sunday nights, they played. "Alright, ten minutes, I'll be there." He hung up, cursing himself for forgetting his alarm. He was about to turn away from the window when something caught his eye. Across the backyard, Chris saw movement in one of the neighbor's windows. When he looked closer, he saw that it was Rebecca, the neighbor's daughter and Laura's close friend. She was the same age as Laura and they'd gone to high school together. As he watched, he saw Rebecca brushing her long red hair in front of her vanity mirror. Chris had known Rebecca and her family ever since they'd moved into the development. She was nice, had a good sense of humor, and was one of the best flutists their high school had ever produced. He was as surprised as anyone when she turned down countless scholarships to music schools so that she could pursue a career in psychology. She was smart, funny, and, by all standards, drop-dead fucking gorgeous. As he watched, he noticed that she had on a dark green bathrobe. She finished brushing her hair and got up from the mirror, walking out of sight. Thinking nothing of it, he again started to turn away when she suddenly returned to the window, only now she was coming out of the robe. And she wasn't wearing anything underneath. As the robe slid down her body, he could see smooth alabaster skin and the vague impression of her figure. She was too far away for him to see any details, but when she knocked her comb off the dresser and bent over to pick it up, her ass facing out the window at him, his eyes still popped open even though he couldn't really see anything. "Whatcha lookin' at?" He spun suddenly to find Laura standing in the bathroom doorway of his room. "Hi, um" - his hands shot to his crotch - "th-there's a, uh, a blue jay out here. Take a look." She was wearing her own white bathrobe and her hair was still wet from the shower. She smiled at his awkwardness as she came over. "A blue jay, huh?" He pointed off to the side, away from Rebecca's window, hoping Laura wouldn't notice. When she looked out, he frowned. "Oh. Looks like you just missed it." "Yeah. Must have." She glanced down at his hands and her smile widened. "Sleep okay?" "Slept too much," he said, going to his dresser and grabbing his uniform. She approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight. "Thanks again for last night." "No problem." "I had fun." "Me too." He felt one of her hands slide down his abdomen and seize him. He stopped changing. "So how late are you?" she asked. "Late enough that I don't have time." He pulled the black pants up the rest of the way, but Laura kept her hand on him. She nuzzled her chin against his neck. "Not even for a quickie?" He smiled, shaking his head. "Not even." She gave him a light squeeze and he felt his cock stiffen a little. "You sure?" She started kissing his neck lightly. He groaned with frustration and turned to face her, kissing her forehead. "I'm sure." Relenting, she used her hands to tuck him in and zip his fly. "Well, if you're sure." Putting her arms back around his waist, she kissed him. Chris noticed that after only a day, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to kiss her. "What are you doing later?" "Taking a shower, becoming human again," he answered. He looked her over. He knew she was naked beneath the robe and again felt his hormones surge. "Too bad you took yours already. You could join me." "Maybe you could dirty me up when you get back." She gave his butt a squeeze. "Maybe." He took her face in his hands, kissed her, then broke from her embrace and headed for the door. "You know you're a heavy sleeper." "What do you mean?" He grabbed his wallet and keys. She shooed him along. "You're late. Go." He went back to her and kissed her hard. She started laughing and made a show of pushing him away. "Go!" "You look good enough to eat." "Mmm," she purred, her hands sliding up his back and pulling him against her. "Need some breakfast?" She kissed him back, her tongue running over his lips, and he opened his mouth to welcome her. Their breathing became heavier as they lost themselves for a moment. Then he saw the clock and forced himself to break away, willing himself to go. "I'm really late." But she held him close, her hands now roaming, grabbing his butt and pressing him to her so she grind her hips into his groin. "Yeah, you are." She was teasing him. Kissing her again, he pulled her robe open, his hand ascending one of her breasts. She stifled a moan against his mouth, and he felt his cock rise, but only so far, as it was sandwiched between their bodies. She felt it too and one of her hands slid down to rub him through his pants. "I want," she whispered through the kiss. He laughed and broke away again. "You want to tease and I don't have the time." Freeing himself from her dangerous hands, he made it to the doorway before looking back at her. "Bye." Holding her robe, she smiled, blew a kiss, and he was gone. ------ Because of his lateness, Chris was stuck reffing the tyke squads. He hated the tyke squads. He'd played soccer for about fifteen years now, either competitively or just for fun. He loved the game and he took it very seriously. So to go from the older crowds that threw elbows, slide tackled, checked against the boards, and offered him the rare chance of using his cards, to kids that didn't even know about off-sides was a little aggravating. He even tried to eject an eight year old for crying when his own attempt at an illegal trip caused him to stub his toe. Add to that the fact that he wanted nothing more than to be at home with Laura, Chris found himself in one hell of a cranky mood. After the third game, Simon caught up with him in midfield. Since Simon had started on time he was already done and changed out of his uniform. "Hey, slacker," he said as he came over. He wore horn-rimmed glasses that looked like they were right out of "JFK". Chris couldn't imagine anyone else wearing them as well as Simon did. He also wore an easy going smile and carried a cup of coffee in his hand. Chris could barely recall a time when he'd seen Simon with any other expression or any other drink. "You leaving?" "Yeah, I'm meeting President Bush at 3:30 then flying over to Ukraine to assassinate the guy that threw the election." "Skip the Ukraine, go for Bush," Chris said, adjusting his watch and taking a swig from his water bottle. "Is it Ukraine or the Ukraine?" "Fuck if I know," Simon shrugged. "I hear you tried to eject one of the tykes." "It was an illegal trip," Chris said, as if it were obvious. "Chris, he barely knows how to spell his name." "Could you have spelled Berkoviatzchnic when you were eight years old?" "Good point." Simon sipped his coffee. "How many more you got?" "Uh, this is my last," Chris said, then motioned vaguely across the complex. "Though Joe asked me if I could cover for him on field nine." "You gonna do it?" Chris thought about Laura, waiting at home. "I don't think so." "You sure?" Simon was peering over the other fields. "Looks like girls. Teenage girls. Lots of ‘em." "I've got stuff to do." "Speaking of stuff to do," Simon began, taking another sip of his coffee for effect. Chris knew what he was going to say. "You have fun last night?" Chris's watch beeped once at him. Two minute warning. The new teams were already starting to take the field. Chris glanced at Simon with a sideways grin. "Maybe." "She got a name?" Chris's grin widened. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Uh huh," Simon said, believing him about as much as he'd believe a one legged marathon runner. "Tell you what. I'll be over on those bleachers there if you're memory suddenly returns." And Simon walked off the field. Chris smiled after his friend. Thank god for Simon Howard. "Chris! Hey!" Turning to the voice, he nearly choked when he saw who was leaning against a section of sideboards. "Rebecca. Hey, what are you doing here?" He walked over. "My little brother's playing in this game." She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black turtleneck. Her hair hung in waves over her shoulders with a few strands dangling over her eyes. It wasn't an easy outfit for his eyes to undress. "You gonna call it fair?" "Unless there's a twenty in your pocket, I am." "Wow. You're expensive." She motioned to the field behind her. "That guy's only five." Chris marveled at how good she looked, even under the typically unflattering fluorescent lighting of the complex. He remembered her bending over in front of the window. "He's not as subtle as I am." His watch starting beeping and this time he had to shut it off manually. "Game time," he said. "Hey, you wanna grab lunch with me and Laura afterwards?" His eyebrows went up in surprise but he steadied himself. "Oh, Laura's here?" He tried to say it as nonchalantly as he could. Rebecca smiled and nodded. Chris began nodding, but it was just to cover the fact that he didn't know what to say. "Sure I'll have lunch with you...and Laura." "Great! See you after." Laura was there? Why? Laura had never cared about soccer. In the years since their parents had married, she'd never once come to any his games, let alone the ones he officiated. The teams were waiting on him now. Bringing the ball to the center of the field, he pulled the coin from his pocket and said hello to the two captains. ------ Chris had never been more distracted in his life. Ten minutes into the game, he looked over at the sideboards where Rebecca was standing, but now Laura was right there beside her. She had her digital SLR camera and was taking pictures, both of them cheering Rebecca's little brother who was somewhere on the field. Chris was momentarily dumb struck by the sight of her, and when she saw him looking, she smiled from behind the camera and snapped picture of him. Suddenly the crowd erupted, and he looked to see one of the teams jumping excitedly, the other hanging their heads in shame. He'd just missed a goal being scored. After the game was over, the teams shook hands and left the field. Chris handed the ball off to the new referee, grabbed his gear and headed straight for the locker room. He wanted to get there before the girls could stop him. Inside, he began to change out of his clothes. He'd been planning on showering at home, but since Laura was at the complex he decided there was no point. He wasn't about to go out for lunch smelling the way he did. The place was empty. The officials were the only ones that used the on-site facilities. All the players typically came and left in uniform, and if they didn't, they changed in the bathrooms. None of them were comfortable with group showers or locker rooms apparently. And since he'd shown up late, none of the other refs would be rotating out for at least another thirty minutes. So he pulled his change of clothes from his bag, shoved the uniform away, grabbed his towel and headed for the vacant showers. As the water rained down on him, he half considered jerking off. Granted it was a public place and it would be about as uncool as pissing in the showers, but the way he'd left Laura earlier and then seeing her with Rebecca had wound him up and he needed some release. The question was, did he want to relieve himself now, or wait until later? When he could be with Laura. Deciding to wait, he finished and shut off the water. When he turned around to grab his towel from the rack, Laura was leaning against the wall. Chris was so startled he nearly slipped on the wet floor. "Jesus, Laura!" he hissed, suddenly fearful that someone else might be in the locker room. "What the hell are you doing?" She was wearing her favorite pair of corduroys, blue, tight and slimming, and a pink cut-off shirt that exposed her stomach. She was staring between his legs. He covered himself, which brought her eyes up to his. "Get out of here before someone sees you," he told her. Instead, she grabbed his towel from the rack and walked right over to him, taking him by the hand and leading him farther back in the showers, around a cement partition that would shield them from the main room. She pressed him back against the wall and instantly devoured his mouth with hers. He tried to protest, but her tongue had twined itself with his, and the warmth of her against his naked body was too intoxicating to resist. "Don't be mad," she said between kisses. "I'm not" – kiss – "mad, I just" – kiss – "don't think you" – kiss and tongue; wow, was she good – "mmm, should be in here." She looked at him lustily. "Are you kidding? After the way you left me this morning? I had to be here." She rubbed her nose against his while her right hand went to his groin. He gasped at her touch. "Ah! Cold hand! Coooold hand!" "So let me warm it up." As her hand worked, his cock began to grow, and as it did, so did her smile. She kissed him so hard his head knocked against the wall. "Ow." "Sorry," she mumbled against his mouth, then her tongue slid back over his. Her hand on him was like magic and he couldn't help but press against her palm. He kissed back, swirling his tongue over hers and pulling her to him. His hands darted up her shirt and found her without a bra. He seized both of her breasts, playing with them feverishly, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. He could feel them getting harder and she moaned with delight. He was now nearly at full arousal, and her hand was moving faster, a blur as it worked his shaft. He panted lightly against her lips. "Jesus, Laura..." "Tell me what you want." "What?" He looked up at her and saw her eyes sparkling. "Tell me what you want," she said again, then dropped her other hand down and started playing with his balls. Everything was happening so fast. Chris was completely lost in the sensations. Literally thirty seconds ago he'd been showering. Now Laura was giving him one of the best hand jobs of his life. "I want you," he breathed. She giggled and kissed him again. "No, silly. Tell me what you want me to do. Where you want to cum." Her thumb ran over the precum that had pooled at the tip of his cock and smeared it around. He groaned against her cheek. He could barely keep his eyes open, it felt so good. But when he did open them, he saw that familiar drunken look of desire in her eyes. "Use me, Chris," she whispered. "Do what you want to me." From any other girl it would have sounded slutty, but with Laura Chris felt a warmth and tenderness from her words that made his heart glow. Pumping his cock, massaging his balls, nose to nose with him, she had become the only thing in his world. He kissed her. He had to. He wanted her so completely, body and soul. "Lay down," he said, swallowing. Her eyes were looking directly into his. "On my back?" "Yes." "And then what?" She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her palm, then took his cock again. He moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles. "I want to fuck your tits," he managed. Her eyes lit up, and she kissed him fiercely, purring into his mouth. His hands dropped to the bottom of her cut-off. She was forced to relinquish her hold on him as he took the shirt over her head, but once it was gone her hand quickly returned to his throbbing shaft. He pulled her against him, and for the first time they felt their naked chests touch, and the sensations ignited fuses of pleasure inside both their bodies. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 03 She kept one hand on his shaft while the other took the small of his back and pulled him with her to the floor. He was on top of her, her hand between them. He slid one of his hands from her breasts down over her tummy and under the waistline of her corduroys and her underwear. He was still kissing her when his fingers found her. Without warning, he plunged two inside, as deep as he could. She cried out, her voice echoing before being smothered by his kiss. He could feel her nipples against him, and anywhere her skin touched his he was on fire. He was desperate for more of her. Then she broke from his kiss, breathing heavily. "C'mere," she said, her hand on his cock, trying to move him up her body. He was happy to comply and scooted up the floor so that he was straddling her chest. "More," she said, pulling gently, and he slid up further until she was pumping his cock right over her face. She flicked her tongue out and ran it along the underside of his sac. "Laura, you are a goddess." She had to laugh, and her breath against his balls was like magic. With a hand still on his cock, she steered it so her tongue could continue up the shaft. Chris had to lean forward onto all fours when she pulled the tip down to her lips and kissed it wetly, her lips smacking against the swollen head. Then, looking up at him with a look so angelic it made his heart flutter, she took his cock in her mouth. He groaned loudly and stretched his legs out beside her so that he could get lower. He could feel her tongue lathering his glans. Then her hand on his balls reached around to grab his ass and pull him down so she could take more of him. As Chris lowered himself into Laura's mouth, he couldn't believe how lucky he was that his mother had found Laura's father. Since Laura was lying on her back, it was easier for Chris to do the work, so he gently began thrusting into her mouth. She held it open, her tongue sticking out, guiding him in, and with each thrust she tilted her head from side, increasing the sensation as she continued stroking him from the base. He kept his thrusts short and slow, not wanting to choke her. But then he felt her tug on his shaft, her hand on his ass pushing him down further, and she looked up at him, nodding as best she could, and emitting a simple "Mm-hmmmmmmmmm" that nearly sent him over the edge. He sank himself down completely, and she took her hand away from the base as his cock disappeared almost completely in her mouth. He felt it near the back of her throat and hesitated. Laura was only too happy to finish the job, and she lifted her head up from the floor and swallowed his cock into her throat. Chris groaned, and was amazed to find her still bobbing against him. She brought him out a bit so she could catch her breath, her tongue swirling over the ridge of his cock and dancing up the vein on the underside, before she pulled him down again, taking him back into her throat. This time he kept thrusting. The tightness was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and seeing her gorgeously innocent face with the dark shimmering hair and those beautiful eyes staring up at him as he gently fucked her mouth was too incredible for words. It was like candy. It had just replaced the sight of her masturbating as the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Slowly she pulled him from her lips, and he saw that his cock was now slick with saliva. She panted for air. "I think...that should do it," she said, and she guided him back to her tits. She handed his shaft over to him and he pressed it down between the two soft, smooth mounds of her breasts and watched as she pushed them from either side, surrounding his cock. He groaned loudly and began thrusting against her. At the end of each thrust, the tip of his cock popped out from between her breasts. After a few seconds of thrusting, she stuck her tongue out, providing tiny flicks, licking at the precum and making him shudder. Then she blew and an incredible chill washed over him. He reached behind and started unbuttoning her cords. When she felt what he was doing, she stopped blowing and let him thrust into her while she stared into his eyes expectantly. When his hand slid under her waistline, into her panties, and he reinserted his two fingers into her pussy, he found her moist and ready. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She'd worked him up so much and the position was so awkward that it was hard for him to work her clit. So he began finger-fucking her, hard and fast, hearing the squishing sounds get louder as she got wetter. She locked her arms around his back and pressed him into her breasts, and when the head of his cock protruded again from her wonderful peaks she wrapped her lips him and hummed, but it was mixed with the building sounds of her own arousal. "I don't have much longer," he said as best he could, trying to control his voice. She looked up at him. Somewhere between deep-throating him and being finger-fucked, her gaze had changed from crazed lust to smitten warmth. His own eyes reflected hers, and she said softly, "Fuck my tits, Chris. Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em." She said it in time with each thrust. "Cum on me, Chris. Cum. All. Over. Me." She may have been talking dirty, but the look on her face and the tone of her voice were anything but. She was driving him nearer to the edge, and he felt his balls start to tighten. Her hips now rocked against his hand and she moaned steadily, each thrust of his cock and fingers taking her to a new pitch. "Oh, Chris, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssss...." Then her eyes suddenly popped open and wide. "Fuck there yes! Oh god fuh-fuh-fuuuuh-!" Higher and higher she went until her mouth was distended in a silent cry. It was too much. Gritting his teeth and groaning with exertion, his entire body spasmed as thick white streams shot out of him and onto her face. The feel of his hot cum on her skin drove her over the edge and she bit down on her bottom lip, her moan so deep that he could feel it through her chest and in his cock as it pumped between her breasts. Her hips had frozen against his hand, paralyzed by pleasure, and he continued thrusting his fingers into her, each time forcing her to bite her lip a little harder, her eyes squinting shut, almost painfully. Finally, they came down and he rolled off to lie beside her on the hard tile floor of the shower room. Breathless, they lay for several moments before she brought her hand to her face and began smearing the cum to her mouth, licking it from her fingers. "Wow," she said. All he could say was, "Yeah." She pulled herself up from the floor and went to a mirror. She laughed at the sight of herself. "Geez, you had a lot in there, didn't you?" "We have you to thank for that." She splashed water over her face and tits and wiped them down with paper towels. Cleaned up, she came back over and nestled down beside him. "No," she said, kissing him softly. "I have you to thank. For being so wonderful." "You're the one that surprised me, remember?" He stroked her cheek. "You're amazing." She smiled, then looked down between his legs. "Uh oh. Looks like we missed a spot." He followed her gaze and saw some globs of cum hanging from the tip of his still semi-hard cock. She took his shaft in her hand. "Allow me." And she lowered herself down, swallowing his entire cock in one motion. His hypersensitivity felt so good it almost hurt, and he was about to pull her off when she came up on her own, licking her lips, satisfied. "There you are. All clean." She kissed the head of his cock and gave him a gentle squeeze. "Now get dressed. We've got a lunch to go to. I hope you're hungry." "You have no idea." Their laughter filled the empty locker room. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 04 AUTHOR'S NOTE: I went a little method with this one. Forgive any creative indulgences that detract from the story. As always, let me know what you think. PS - For those of you into Trance, Techno, and/or Electronica...this one's for you. ------ Laura was thankful she'd decided to wear underwear. Otherwise, she would have had a big wet spot on her cords. And that could have been a little embarrassing as they came back out into the complex. It was just after two in the afternoon, and the morning crowds had thinned. The fields were now open to walk-ons and practices and would remain so until later that night when the high school teams came to play. "So what's the deal?" Chris asked her. "Are we eating here or going out or what?" "I don't know. I told Rebecca we'd find her." Chris's brow furrowed as he thought of something. "Where did you tell her you were going after the game?" "What do you mean?" "I'm assuming you didn't tell her you were going into the locker room to surprise me." Laura laughed. "I told her I was going to the bathroom." He nodded. "Good thinking. Tell you what. You find Rebecca, I'll find Simon, we'll meet at the arcade and go from there." "Okay." And before she realized what she was doing, she leaned in and kissed him. As their lips touched, it occurred to her that this was their first time kissing in public. When she pulled back, she half expected him to be embarrassed or uncomfortable, but he wasn't. He just smiled at her cutely. "One more." Relieved, she was only too happy to comply. "See you at the arcade, kiddo." "Brat!" She playfully pushed him away. She hated that name. And then he disappeared into the sparse crowd. As she milled around the complex, she found herself less interested in finding Rebecca and more preoccupied with her thoughts. She couldn't stop smiling. With every encounter she shared with Chris, she became more bold, more comfortable and secure with who she was. Ever since she'd first met him, she'd secretly had a small crush. She knew that was why they'd gotten along so well. As far as stepsiblings go, they were probably two of the closest, even before their little interludes had begun. But then yesterday, something had clicked in her mind. She knew most people would expect them to feel guilty or shameful about what they were doing, but she also knew there was nothing ugly or dirty about any of it. Society imposed guidelines, and many of those guidelines were rooted in thousand-year-old dogma and beliefs. But humankind as a civilization is constantly progressing forward, evolving, bettering itself. Now, some of those guidelines and supposed "morals" were antiquated. But her mind was wandering... The simple truth was this: Laura and Chris were not related. And while some may have viewed their budding relationship as "taboo", Laura knew in her heart that for them to be attracted to each other was completely normal. It would be no different if he were a guy that lived down the street. He just happened to live in the room next to hers. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Rebecca was there beside her. "Hey," Laura said, "I was just looking for you." "Really? I've been following you since field 3 trying to get your attention." "Sorry, I was zoning out." "We still having lunch with Chris?" Laura nodded and they started walking. "He went to find Simon." Rebecca's face momentarily darkened. "Simon?" Laura took her hand reassuringly. "You'll be fine." They wove their way through the clusters of fans and players that milled around the common area. As they got nearer to the arcade, the crowd thickened with young adolescent boys cramming to change their parents' dollars into shiny tokens. When they reached the electronic forest, complete with its own cacophony of beeps, chirps and explosions, Chris and Simon were no where to be seen. Then Laura spied Simon through the throng of faces. Laura knew Rebecca and Simon had dated for a year and half. It had been going great until about three months ago when he'd told her he wanted some time to himself. Rebecca hadn't understood, but her patience and compassion demanded she respect his wishes. So she had. And they hadn't really spoken since that night. They'd parted on very civil terms, but Rebecca had never found out the genesis of Simon's request for solitude. Laura knew there would be tension, but she also knew Rebecca couldn't avoid him forever. As she watched Simon, she saw him talking with someone that she didn't recognize. Then Chris appeared and the three of them laughed about something. That was when it happened. It was almost invisible, the casual shake of their hands, the edge of a plastic bag, the crumpled corners of bills. Chris and the stranger both stuffed their hands in their pockets, then the three parted ways, Chris and Simon heading toward the arcade, the stranger moving off toward the concession stand. Laura couldn't believe it. Had Chris just scored? The two guys came over and found the two girls. "Hello, ladies," Chris said pleasantly. "Who was that?" Laura asked. Simon answered. "Friend of mine from school." He saw Rebecca. "Hey, Beck." "Hey," she said, smiling pleasantly. Laura hadn't known what to expect when the ex's saw each other. If she hadn't known better, though, she would've thought they were just two regular friends. "So we were thinking we'd grab a bite at Lorenzo's," Chris said. He seemed eager to leave. Laura couldn't tell if it was her imagination. "Sounds good to me," Rebecca said. Chris turned to Laura. "You okay with that?" He seemed different from when they'd parted ways by the locker room only a few minutes earlier. He was too happy, too excited. Her stare probed his face, but he just smiled. She nodded. "Great." He looked at Rebecca. "You need a ride?" "Yeah, my folks left with Kyle." Kyle was her little brother. Simon said, "I can take her." All three of them looked at him with obvious surprise. Chris looked at Rebecca and shrugged. "You okay with that?" She nodded. "Okay. We'll meet you there." ------ Chris knew Laura was upset. All during the ride to Lorenzo's, he'd tried coaxing conversation out of her, but she just sat there beside him, staring at her camera or out the window or sometimes taking pictures out the window. When she would, he'd ask to see them on her preview screen. She'd show him, he'd say it was nice, and she'd thank him, then go back to silently staring. He knew she'd seen him with Jason, Simon's friend. And he also knew he shouldn't deny it, either. After a prolonged uncomfortable silence, he finally asked her, "You're upset with me, aren't you?" She turned and looked at him. Her gaze was direct. "Did you and Simon pick up?" He sighed and looked back out at the road. "I thought you'd quit." "And I didn't think you cared this much." "I don't, I just..." She trailed off then looked back out the window. "...don't agree." "Have you ever tried it?" "No." Personally, he didn't think she had any right to tell him not to do it then. He was the med student, after all. But he kept that opinion to himself. "You ever wanted to?" She didn't answer. He looked over at her. She was still staring out the window, doing her best to ignore him. He wanted to reach over and touch her but decided against it. Instead, he dug into his pocket and produced a small plastic bag and dropped it in her lap. It wasn't filled with oregano. She looked down at it, just staring. "Throw it out," he said. When he saw the look she gave him, he had to laugh. "You know you want to. Don't look at me like I'm crazy." "But you paid for this, didn't you?" "Simon and I split it, yeah. But if you don't want me doing it, then throw it out." "What about Simon?" "I'll give him his money back." She tilted her head at him. He did his best to stare straight ahead. "Why would you do that?" He was quiet for a minute, then shrugged. "It's not worth you being upset with me." Laura just continued staring at him incredulously. "You're joking, right? There's more, right? Something like that?" He took a breath. Now he was getting upset. "Look, Laura, if you don't want me getting high, here's your chance. I'm not gonna piss you off for pot. Now either get rid of it or shut the fuck up about it." A moment passed, then he said, "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that." She held the bag up, peering at its contents. He quickly grabbed her hand and forced it down below the window. She glanced around quickly at the cars around them, then looked back at the bag. "You'd actually let me throw all this out?" He nodded silently. They drove a few more miles in silence, the bag still out in the open on her lap. They were approaching a red light. Chris worried about being stopped and someone seeing the bag. But before they reached the intersection, he felt her stuffing it back into his pocket. "What are you doing?" She answered quietly, calmly. "Just because I don't like something you do doesn't mean you don't have to do it anymore." She met his eyes and her gaze was soft. He braked for the red light and they rocked back gently as the car came to rest. "You're sure?" She nodded her head yes. "Well...you wanna smoke with us tonight?" She shook her head no. "Would you...would you want to smoke with me tonight?" She stared at the gear shifter between them for a moment. "You?" "Me." "Just you?" She seemed to perk up as she said it. "If you want to." She looked down at her camera thoughtfully. When she looked back up, he saw a contained smile on her lips, and she avoided looking at him. "Maybe," she said with a shrug. He smiled. "Maybe?" His smile made her smile grow. "Maybe." "Like, maybe yes, or maybe no?" She was giggling. "Like maybe. Now go, the light's green." He suddenly leaned across and kissed her cheek, nuzzling her neck playfully. It tickled and she laughed and tried to push him away. "Stop! Go!" The car behind them honked. "Kiss me," he said. "Drive!" she laughed. "Not until you kiss me." "You're such an ass." "Kiss me or we sit here." He was so stubborn it was cute. Other cars were honking now and Laura was getting flustered. Finally, she leaned across and gave him a quick peck. "Hey," he protested. She leaned back and drilled him hard on the mouth, their tongues touching lightly before she pushed him against the wheel. "Now go!" He did. And she couldn't stop smiling. ------ When they got home, the house was empty. Lucy was most likely at the office; no one wondered about her absences or disappearances anymore. As for Jack, Laura found a note on the kitchen table. He'd gone into the museum to work on some last minute restorations. Then she felt Chris's arms slide around her from behind, his face nuzzling comfortably against her neck. "No one home?" he asked. "Just us." She cuddled against his embrace, and they both breathed in as much of the other as they could. "The whole house. Empty." He kissed the ridge of her ear. "Wonder what we could do." Smiling, she turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Anything. Everything." She kissed him lightly. "I'm sorry about earlier." "When?" "In the car. Me being upset." He shook his head. "Don't be." Then he raised a brow. "Do you wanna try it out?" "Now?" "Sure. No one's home. I'll pack a small bowl." She thought about it for a moment. "You think we should?" "Why not?" A slight smile slowly crept across her face. "Why not." The two went up to Chris's room, where he closed and locked the door. He went over to his desk and pulled a small glass bowl from one of the drawers. Laura sat on his bed, watching as he pulled the plastic bag from his pocket. He opened it and pulled out a small clump. To Laura, it looked like the dirty roots of some plant. "Can I see it?" she asked. He handed her the bag then began crumbling up the clump and packing it into the bowl. As Laura studied the bag's contents, Chris's cell phone rang. It was Simon. "Yo, mon," Chris answered. "What is up, brutha?" "Packing a bowl." "Alone?" "With Laura." "You serious?" Chris could hear the surprise in Simon's voice, and Laura looked at him curiously upon the mention of her name. She mouthed, who is it? Chris mouthed back that it was Simon. "I am deadly serious, my friend. She's decided to join the ranks of the Bohemian." "Fantastic," Simon said. "Beck wants to get in on tonight. Think Laura would be up for the group thing?" "Let's see how she likes it first." "Fair enough." "Is Becky with you now?" Chris asked. "Nah, I took her home." "You guys were pretty friendly during lunch," Chris said. "Anything going on there?" Chris and Laura exchanged knowing grins. "Nothing I know of," Simon said easily. "If you do know of anything, we'll be the first to know, right?" "You'd be the second to know. And, we'll see." "Fair enough," Chris said. "Our parents have that play to go to tonight. I'll call you after they leave." "Sounds good. Later." They hung up. "Anything?" Laura asked. "He's not saying much." Chris joined her on the bed. He pointed the remote at the stereo. Moments later, electronica could be heard. "Who's this?" Laura asked. "Hooj Choong. You haven't heard of them." "Says who?" "You don't listen to trance." "That's because I like my songs to have a point." He smiled knowingly. "In a few minutes, you're going to completely see the point of trance." The way he said it and the look on his face made her stomach boil with excitement. She felt like she was at the beginning of a rollercoaster, climbing the first big hill and anticipating the inevitable plummet. "Okay, so. This is a bowl." He held it out for her to take. It was heavier than she thought, made of glass with swirls of colors coursing through it. Chris pointed to a small opening on the side. "That's what we call a shotgun. Some people call it a carb, but the name doesn't matter. Here's what you do." He took the bowl back from her and held it so that his thumb was covering the "shotgun." Then he lit the bowl with a lighter and inhaled. At the end of the hit, he took his thumb away from the shotgun. Laura watched the smoke that had gathered in the chamber disappear into Chris's mouth. Chris sat there holding his breath, holding up a finger, indicating she should wait. He checked his watch, and she laughed, then he finally let the smoke out. "Wow," was all she said. "Basically," he coughed slightly. "We call it a shotgun because when you let it go at the end of the hit, it shoots the smoke deeper into your lungs. Deeper hit, better high. It's as simple as that." "How do you know if it's a good high or a bad high?" He shrugged. "You just know." He handed it back to her. "You try." She took the bowl and the lighter, holding them the way he'd done. "How hard do I suck?" He burst out laughing, and she immediately joined him. "As hard as you want," he said, calming down. "But I'd suggest you take it easy for your first time. Here, I'll light it for you." She gave the lighter back to him. "Ready?" She closed her lips around the end and nodded. "Start breathing in," he told her. She did and he struck the lighter. She watched as the flame was sucked down into the herb. As it burned, she watched the tiny cinders spread through the packing, clumps expanding as they burned. Then he took the lighter away. "Alright, let go of the shotty." She did, and immediately felt her lungs balloon with smoke. She scrambled to hand the bowl back to him as she started coughing. He took it and rubbed his hand soothingly across her back. "It's okay, let it out, don't hold it in." He went over to the mini-fridge in the corner and grabbed a bottle of iced tea. "Here, small sips." She did so and gradually her coughing fit subsided. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse. "Wow." She let herself fall over into his lap, catching her breath. He stroked her hair gently. "That was good for a first time." He took another hit, and Laura watched, amazed by the ease with which he held the smoke in his lungs. Finally, after ten seconds or so, he let it out. "You just gotta work on holding it longer." He offered the bowl back to her. "Wanna go again?" Her voice still felt hoarse, so she simply nodded. He held the bowl to her mouth and lit it. This time he held the shotgun, and when he let it go it was much more manageable. "Big breath in," he coached, "keep going, keep going, keep going, and...hold it." Reclining with her head in his lap, she stared up at him holding her breath. She could still smell and taste the acrid smoke, but she wouldn't classify it as bad, per se. She could feel her heart beating steadily in her chest, her pulse throbbing in her ears. Her hands began to tingle and yet not tingle. She couldn't really describe it. It felt like relaxation was a tide, and it had just crested over her entire body, a tranquil peace that breached against the shores of her insides. Whoa. Had she just thought that? She watched Chris take another hit, and it wasn't long before she'd nearly forgotten that she was still holding her breath. He noticed and exploded with laughter, the smoke bursting from him in coughs. "Oh shit," he said between coughs. "You can let it out now." She slowly breathed out, watching her smoky exhalation float up toward the ceiling, mesmerized by it. Chris was still laughing as he watched her. "How do you feel?" he asked. Her head lulled from side to side lazily. "I..." she trailed off as if in search of an answer, then blinked back to reality. "What?" "You're baked." She cracked a happy grin. "I am?" "Feel alright?" She heard the question, but in the time it took her to process a response, she'd forgotten what he asked. And, of course, that was funny. So she started laughing. "Looks like a yes," Chris chuckled. "Yeah," she said, sitting up. When she did, she felt an energy roll through her. It buoyed her forward then rolled back like a tide. The next thing she knew, she was rocking back and forth. And, of course, it made sense. She heard a sound beside her. It was Chris's laughter joining hers. "This is so cool." She took his hands in hers, playing with his fingers. "I can feel it..." She brought his hands up to her temples. "...here. Behind my eyes. Like a...a...something." "A something?" "Yeah," she said, laughing at her verbal prowess. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling carry her. "Like a warmth. Gentle. Calm." When she opened her eyes, she noticed that he was looking at her mouth. She must not have been making any sense, and she suddenly felt self-conscious. She let go of his hands. "Shit, I'm sorry." She felt his hand on her chin, bringing her eyes back to his. He smiled and kissed her. "Be sorry for nothing." She started laughing again. "You stole that! Meet Joe Black. You're a Brad Pitt stealer!" This brought laughter from both of them. He handed the bowl back to her and she took her own solo hit this time. She was able to hold the smoke a good seven seconds - she counted - then coughed it out hard and had to drink some more. As they finished off the bowl, the music thrummed from the speakers, a steady repetition of beats, keyboards, and distorted voices. Despite her bias, she found herself unknowingly nodding her head to the beat. "This is good music," she said. "You ain't heard nothing yet." He took the remote, aimed at the receiver, and hit a button. Suddenly four other speakers from around the room came to life and the rhythmic tones surrounded them, enveloping them. A subwoofer must have kicked on because the room was being bombarded with bass. Not the crude, disgusting kind you hear from bolla cars blasting hip-hop in the city. This was smooth and subtle yet powerful and with an undeniable presence. It resonated in her body, through her bones, into her stomach, against her ribs. It was in concert with her own heartbeat. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 04 Laura had always loved to dance. She went to every social function her school had and could always be found on the dance floor. Her tastes were generally pop and indie, but in her present state of mind it was not surprising that she began to surrender to the music. Chris watched her movements, hypnotized. She was smooth, agile, her arms flowing through the air around her. Her eyes were closed and she leaned forward on her knees, her hips moving rhythmically, in concert with rest of her body, one beautiful flowing form of motion. Chris was entranced in a way he couldn't fully describe. High as a kite, there was only one word he could think of to describe it: amazing. He suddenly got an idea. He dashed over to his closet and rummaged through the top shelf and emerged with a smile on his face and a black metal box in his hands. It was about a foot long and six inches wide, and he plugged it into the wall outlet, setting it on his dresser, aimed directly at Laura on the bed. He then walked over and pulled his blinds closed. The room was almost pitch black at this point, except for two white bars of light along the sides of the window blinds. "What are you doing?" Laura asked, having momentarily stopped dancing when she felt the change in light. "You'll see." Using the remote, he turned the volume up. He could see Laura laughing with delight, but couldn't hear her over the music. The beat had settled into a transition. Chris knew a change-up was coming. He joined Laura on the bed, both of them moving now. Admittedly, Chris wasn't as florid as she, but nor did he try to be. He just moved as the music told him to. And as the transition crescendoed, Chris aimed a second remote at the black box on the dresser. It exploded with swirling beams of light - reds, blues, greens, magentas, purples, cyans, and even a custom fitted black light that turned their skin tones a smooth, smoky ash color and made their smiling teeth glimmer brightly in the dark. Chris's word of the moment had changed. Transcendent. The pot party had turned into a rave. Laura was only semi-conscious of her movements. She could feel her mind expanding outside her body. Energy, thought, and action all merged into one. With her eyes closed, the rainbow of lights cascaded over her eyelids, providing her a dance of muted shades and tones that flowed through her the way she imagined only the galaxy could. When the galaxy flows through you, you can't be expected to worry about what your body does. As the music expanded into an airy breeze that blew through the room, Laura felt Chris's hands touch her, sliding under her shirt and around to the small of her back. He held her against him as they moved, and Laura held her arms in the air, still rolling and twisting them to the music, but now surrounding him with her movements, bringing him into her storm of sensation. His hands were warm on her skin. In her mind, Laura could see a massive forest of minute hairs, fine and silken, as Chris's palms swept over them, a wave of fire consuming each strand as his touch passed. Soon, her entire back was burning and it was the most sensual feeling of her life. Her arms descended, wrapping around his neck, her hands climbing up the back of his head, running through his hair, pulling him in, and when their lips met, it was a surging inferno that spilled down and inside her, crashing between her legs. She moaned, surprising herself, but only for an instant before she was again lost amidst the coursing galaxy of lights that danced over her eyelids. Their bodies were now moving as one, their hips locked together, bumping, grinding, fusing. To Laura, the whole thing felt like it was happening in slow motion. She remembered all those rave scenes she'd seen in movies, the exhilarating music, the smooth and seductive movements of the dancers. In her mind's camera, she and Chris played out their scene. INT. CHRIS'S BEDROOM - DAY The TRANCE music fills the room, pounding every corner with its rhythmic tones. LAURA and CHRIS move on the bed in time with the music. Beams of the rainbow swirl out from a black box on the dresser. The moment is intoxicating. He's returning her kiss with abandon. They're pouring into one another. As his hands run over her back and slide down into her pants to grasp her bare butt cheeks, her hands descend from his hair, down over the front of his shoulders, and inside his pants to his hips. They hold each other, instruments of motion, each moving the other as the music moves them. Chris's kiss breaks from her lips and falls to her neck. Then her shoulder. Then back. He's everywhere, consumed by the world they've both created. She moans openly into the air, thrusting her hips against his and holding his head to her. Laura is no longer in control, and she loves it. She's surrendered to the moment, the music, the room, the drug. When she feels one of her hands slide around to Chris's front, she mentally thanks it, as if it has a mind of its own. Sliding down inside his boxers, it takes hold of his semi-hard shaft and begins gently squeezing. Her other hand runs back up to his hair and she devours his mouth with all the passion in the world. She feels a tugging at her heart, as if she wants to tell him something but they're beyond words now. She can find no spoken language for this pressure, this need, this affection that beats in her chest. She can feel his shaft getting warmer in her hand, thickening and growing. Soon it's tenting against his pants. Her other hand leaves his head to unbutton his fly, and his hands move up to her hair and take over the kiss. Once he's free and exposed to the air and her soft fingers wrap around him again, he groans, and she suffocates his groan with a kiss, as if she wants to breathe in his pleasure. She's now stroking him quickly and steadily. He can feel the bass in his balls, only heightening Laura's hand job. When he reaches full erection, his cock strains as if it wants to rebel against its ceiling of arousal. But just as soon as it hits that ceiling, Laura gasps as she breaks from his kiss, panting and catching her breath as she descends to lie on the bed in front of him, still stroking his cock which is now only inches from her nose. Chris keeps his eyes closed, feeling her husky breaths against his balls, and then the tip of her tongue runs up the underside of his sac, across the base, and traces the vein along the underside. His breath catches in his throat as she does this twice more, then escapes in a moan as he feels her lips, hot and moist, wrap around his glans, her tongue lathering the tip of his cock. Laura tastes the saltiness of his cock and smells his deep musk, and it drives tingles between her legs. With one hand and elbow steadily pumping the base of his cock and supporting her wait on the bed, she raises her hips up on her knees and slides her other hand down her front and inside her pants where she instantly finds her clit and starts playing. She moans over the head of his cock and feels him shudder. The more she works her clit, the wetter she gets, and the wetter she gets, the harder she sucks on his cock. When he feels her mouth take him deeper, he opens his eyes and looks down. The spiraling lights fall over the shimmer of her hair like rain, and when he sees she's raised up on her knees and playing with herself, he can no longer kneel idly by. He leans forward and takes hold of her hips, turning them, trying to lead her into rolling onto her back. She does so carefully, so that she never has to take him cock from her mouth. The feeling of her lips rolling 180 degrees over the head of his cock, her tongue moving from the underside to the top, is like nothing Chris has felt before. Her cheeks are puffing in and out as she sucks and blows in rapid succession. He's going to have to concentrate. With Laura on her back now, Chris undoes her corduroys. She again raises her hips so that he can slide her pants and underwear down, exposing her smooth sex to the room's cool air. Chris admires her body for a moment; her top has bunched up just underneath her breasts, exposing her smooth tummy and abs, all the down to her hand feverishly working her clit and her bare legs below that. Her body oozes sexual perfection. She is beautiful. He then leans forward, supporting himself on his knees so that she can continue sucking him while he kisses his way down her stomach, over the edges of her hips - which cause her to writhe underneath him and hum over his cock appreciatively. His hand slides over hers and she takes hold of it, guiding his fingers between her legs and leading them where she wants. Chris trails light kisses just outside where their hands work. Laura is so lost in stimulation that the only thing to tether her to reality is his cock in her hand and mouth. Her tongue works slowly and purposefully, washing over the ridge of his glans before she opens wider and slides the entire length of his shaft into her mouth again. Upside down, her head lulled back as far as it could go, his cock fits perfectly down her throat, and when she swallows, the muscles gently milk the tip of his shaft. Add to that the smooth twisting of her fingers around his base, and he's incapable of speaking. Just licking. And using his hand, he moves hers away so that his kiss can move down over her moist lips. He smells her juices, and they are so overpowering that he feels his balls tighten and he fears he might climax too soon. But he steadies himself and sets to work running his tongue down the length of her pussy. He finds her clit again and makes small circles around it, barely touching the edges. Her hips move to meet his tongue, but he always keeps it a breath away. When her desperate moaning over his cock becomes a steady hum of need, he finally runs the tip of his tongue overtop her engorged organ. She groans loudly, her tongue fluttering overtop of his shaft and making his knees weak. Her groan continues as his lips wrap around her, and she starts pumping his base again, but hard and forceful this time. As he sucks harder, so does she, and while she has the advantage of working him longer, he has the advantage of her intense over-sensitivity, made only stronger by the effects of the high. They both want the same thing: the other's complete and overwhelming orgasm. When Chris begins gently thrusting into her mouth, her moans, hums, and groans became an unending chorus of sexual gratification, and he decides to return the favor. He blows against her clit and her hips instantly jump into the air, her back arching and pressing her firm breasts against his lower abdomen. He wraps his lips around her again and hums hard, and suddenly she's vibrating against him, trembling so fast that he can hardly believe it. She gasps loudly as her lips break suction around his cock, allowing her to moan as her arousal finally explodes. LAURA Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuUUUCK! Her voice distends and trembles with her body. Chris opens his mouth and sucks on the opening of her lips, his tongue sliding between them and inside her pussy. As he tastes her walls, her moans get louder until it almost sounds like she's in pain. Her grip on his hand tenses, and he holds her tight. She has momentarily released him from her mouth as her body spasms, but her hand remains at the base, gripping him securely but frozen. Her climax seems to be subsiding when suddenly he locks his lips on her clit again, and this time brings his and her hands back, driving two of his fingers deep inside her. Her hand clenches around his as her hips rise back up. The surprise entry forces the tide of her arousal into another wave and she starts cumming again. LAURA (desperate, husky) Oh, Chriiiis... As the orgasm again sweeps through her body, her fingers curl around his, sliding into her pussy, and now she has four fingers inside her, two of his and two of hers. Chris can feel how tight she is, and the thought of his cock throbbing inside her, being squeezed for cum, makes him suck tighter on her clit. His tongue grinds against it, and he can feel her vaginal walls pulsing around their fingers, each repetition making her more and more wet. LAURA (panting, breathless) Stop, stop, stop, stop... Her hand takes hold of his and pulls it away and her other hand comes up to his cheek, prying him from between her legs. He rolls to the side to look down at her and she springs on him like a cat, kissing him hard. Lying against him, kissing him, she can feel his cock's heat against her bare tummy. His shaft is throbbing, and she takes it in her hand and starts stroking again. She kisses his forehead, then his nose, then his lips again before looking in his eyes. LAURA Your turn. I ain't stopping...until you've cum twice. His eyes go wide and she puts a finger to his lips to keep him from speaking. LAURA I don't care how long it takes...I don't care how long you last or don't last...you're gonna cum in my mouth ...you're gonna cum twice for me because...that's what I want...and so do you...I need to taste your cum, Chris...I need you so bad...and you are gonna feel like you never have before. And with that, she scoots back between his legs and takes his cock back into her mouth. Just as the bass of the music pistons through her body, so also does she piston up and down on his cock; she can feel the vibrations in her exposed clit and each beat elicits a soft purr from her lips over his hot, hard shaft. Chris can only watch as she bobs up and down on him enthusiastically, her long hair bouncing chaotically with her movements. The entire visage is too much for Chris to handle anymore. Laura feels his body tense, his hands ball into fists, his hips pressing his cock further into her mouth, and she knows her first prize is imminent. She clamps around his glans again, sucking so tight her lips squeak loudly. A staccato of moans escape Chris until finally he tumbles over the edge. Ribbons of cum shoot deep into Laura's mouth and her tongue closes shut at the back of her throat, catching each burst. Burst after burst of cum dribbles into her mouth, and as she swallows it down, her tongue smoothly plays over the head of his cock, begging him for more. Once he's settled down from his climax, she dutifully starts from the beginning, pulling him from her mouth and planting soft, small kisses up and down the underside of his cock. She looks up at him and sees his eyes, lust-drunk at the sight of her. She smiles warmly and kisses the tip of his penis. It's a very tender kiss, one of warmth and affection, and her smile is also tender. Nothing sexual about it. Her gentleness is even more arousing than when she'd been crazy with desire. CHRIS (out of breath) Laura... I can't even tell you... She giggles and her innocent smile beams up at him. LAURA Me neither. She gives him another soft kiss, just under the slick hole of his cock. Her tongue snakes out and probes the tiny valley, then slides around the edges before finally wiggling against the hole's opening. His cock twitches in her hand, and she laughs which is nothing more than a series of hot breaths against the underside of his shaft. Before long, his cock is throbbing in her grip again and twitching at every touch of her tongue. He holds the bed spread tightly in his fists, his mouth held open in slack-jawed awe of what she's doing to him. LAURA I thought you might go soft on me. Not expecting nor waiting for any response, she closes her lips back around the ridge of his cock. When she twirls her mouth around him, he rises up off the bed, almost painfully. She slowly lowers herself over him, his cock sliding along her tongue until it nears the back of her throat. She swallows and he's buried to the hilt in her mouth. As her tongue runs steadily over the underside, her flexing throat muscles milk him steadily, sending wave after wave of ecstasy rippling back through his body. He writhes underneath her. Then she does something new. She relaxes her throat muscles and opens her mouth, her tongue flicking out to lick over the front of his sac. Her mouth hanging open, her tongue licking his balls, her throat intermittently clamping around the ridge of his cock, and her hot breath flowing over his shaft all roll together into an entirely new feeling for Chris. Add to this, her hand sliding across his inner thigh, stroking the underside of his balls then sliding up his abdomen only to return and do it all over again. After the third or fourth time, her hand concentrates on his balls for a brief moment, then slides lower. When her finger slides into his ass without so much as a warning, Chris yelps with surprise. He's about to protest when he can actually feel her finger flexing inside him, and the pressure it's applying is indescribable. So here Laura is, panting over Chris's cock and fingering his ass. And it feels amazing. With each flexing of her finger, she forces the cum higher and higher in his shaft. It hasn't even been five minutes since his last orgasm and he's on the verge of another. His hands go to the back of her head. The head of his cock is throbbing desperately now. CHRIS Oh god, Laura, that's amazing. Unbelievable. Fuck, I wanna cum in you so bad. I wanna fuck your brains out... She closes her mouth around his cock once more, humming hard and affectionately. She's so flattered and aroused by his words that when he begins thrusting into her mouth, she thinks she might start cumming again. His hands on the back of her head, in her hair, massaging her scalp, are like magic, and as his thrusting begins to quicken, she's sure of it: she's brimming toward another orgasm, this time without even being touched. She concentrates on his cock and her finger inside his ass. She begins twisting and rotating it, each movement causing Chris to move in some new and unexpected but entirely erotic way. Finally, as she feels him tense and moan again, she presses her finger as far forward as she can, pushing against his already throttled climax point. She hears him hold his breath. Feeling his second explosion of cum in her mouth triggers her own orgasm and she whimpers desperately over his cock as her knees buckle and she trembles between his legs. Streams of cum paint the insides of her mouth and she gulps it down easily since the bulk of it went with his first orgasm. She swallows and sucks until there is nothing left to swallow and the only thing left to suck again is his cock, which she does, lavishing gentle kisses and flicks of her tongue all up and down his length. She purrs contentedly as she curls into the fetal position in his arms. They're both naked from the waste down and her bare ass presses into his groin. But she's spent. They both are. FADE TO BLACK. ------ "That," Chris said, "was a very good high." She laughed. The room was silent now. The CD had run out about fifteen minutes ago; neither of them had noticed. The only sound was from a quiet cooling fan in the light box on the dresser. The beams were still, having no musical beat to react to anymore. "I don't think I want to know where you learned to do what you just did," he said. He felt fatigue in his entire body, and he knew why. Not only had they both just cum more times than they could count, but they were also coming down from their high. She smiled into his arm. "I read about it somewhere. Then I downloaded a porn so I could see how it was done." "You download porn?" Chris asked. He would have reacted with more surprise if he'd had the energy. "No. I downloaded a porn. One. Singular. And it was for educational purposes only." "When was this?" "Today," she said, and he could hear her still grinning. "Before I came to the arena." Now she turned and looked up at him. The room's dim lighting and the sheen of perspiration covering her skin made her seem to glow in the darkness. "I wanted to surprise you with something new." You. Owe. Me. Ch. 04 Chris felt his heart glow and he kissed her softly. "You're full of surprises lately." She sighed happily and cuddled closer to him. "I still can't believe you watched a porn." Then he remembered her camera at the soccer game. "You know, I've never seen any of your work." "My work?" She said it like she had no clue what he was talking about. "Your pictures. Your photos. Your work." He felt her eyelashes against his arm as her eyes opened. "I didn't think you were interested." She looked up at him again with curiosity. "I am," he said simply. She looked surprised, though pleasantly. "Okay. I'll go get my laptop." She hopped up and gave him a quick lascivious smile as his eyes trailed to her naked butt as she opened the door to his room and disappeared out of sight. He listened to her rummage around her room until she found her laptop and returned, closing his door behind her. There was something surreal about them both being exposed, but Chris was quickly warming up to the idea. As Laura sat Indian-style on the bed beside him, it seemed obvious that so was she. "You have the cable for the LCD?" she asked, and Chris quickly pulled it from under his bed. Laura connected one end to the video display on her laptop. The other end ran across the room where it connected with the LCD screen's tuner. Chris switched over to PC mode, and - viola. Her desktop was now on the high resolution display. "Just so you know," she said. "A lot of these are pretty monochromatic." He nodded. Whatever that means, he thought. It took her a matter of seconds to bring up her folder of pictures. She double clicked and the first one was on the screen. Chris was silent for a moment before he finally said, "Wow." "It's that barn and silo out behind the development," she said. "You know the one I mean, right?" He did. He and his friends used to have camp outs in each other's backyards. They would always walk out to an old cemetery late at night and would pass that exact barn and silo on their way. But he never remembered it looking anything like this. "Kiddo, I'm impressed." She smacked his tummy playfully. "Stop calling me that." Then her hand slid down his abs to his soft penis. She looked at him and smiled. "This is kinda nice, isn't it?" His hand started sliding over the top of her thigh, and he returned the smile. "Yeah, it is." Their movements weren't designed to arouse. Just soothe. Laura found it very relaxing. "Anyway, moving on," she said, using her free hand to navigate the mouse. The next picture came up. Chris took it in, then asked, "Do any of these have names or titles?" She shrugged. "I don't like titles." "Why?" "I think a picture should speak for itself. Naming them or giving them titles feels like a cheat." "But it could add context." She gave him a knowing look that said, trust me, I'm the photographer, I know what I'm talking about. "If it needs a title for context, then how good is the picture in the first place?" She gave his limp member a soft squeeze to punctuate her point. He chuckled and nodded to the screen. "Well, these are pretty good." "Thank you," she beamed. "I took it on election day. Didn't realize how appropriate it would turn out." She bit her lip thoughtfully. "Think maybe I jinxed us?" "No. Country's just fucked up." She clicked on to the next picture. "What the..." He tilted his head first to one side then the other. "Is that even real?" "Yep." "You took that?" "Yep." "What is it? Smoke?" "Yep," she said with a quick, cute nod. "Cigarette smoke." "You smoke?" "No," she shook her head, "one of my girlfriends at school does. You know, the one who taught me how to..." "Masturbate?" "Exactly. She smokes. I took it at her apartment." Chris raised an eyebrow. "I've always been curious. How does one girlfriend teach another to masturbate?" By now, simply because it had been getting so much attention, Chris's cock had begun to fill out in her hand. It wasn't hard and he knew it wouldn't be for a while yet, but it wasn't 100% soft anymore either. She rubbed her thumb over his ridge and gave him a mischievous grin. "Well, certainly not the way you and I showed each other." She leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. His hand on her thigh descended between her legs, a single finger brushing against the still moist lips of her pussy. She giggled into the kiss. "So she didn't do anything like that," Chris asked with a smile. She shook her head, her hand beginning to slowly pump up and down on his shaft. "Did she do anything...like this?" His finger wiggled between her folds of flesh, gently nudging her still swollen clit. Her eyes fluttered closed momentarily and she bit her bottom lip, then shook her head again. "No, she didn't." Her eyes twinkled at his. "But then, I'm sure none of your guy friends ever did...this." And she leaned over and slowly took his semi-erection in her mouth, her tongue sliding methodically over every part of it before she came up, her lips smacking together as she pulled his cock from her mouth. It was now slick with a fresh paint of her saliva, and she looked at him with innocently questioning eyes. He had to laugh. "No, and I hope they never do." His finger moved deeper, teasing her tight opening between her legs. She spread them almost without realizing it. "Careful what you start, mister." She gave his cock another squeeze. "I don't think you'll be able to compete if we go another round." He leaned forward, pushing her back on the bed and kissing her hard. Then he whispered in her ear, "Who says I want to?" And as his finger slid inside of her, she gasped softly, and her hands stroked his cheeks as the inebriation of lust already began to fill her eyes. He saw them glimmer again, and that was when he realized they were moist with tears. She smiled warmly, kissing his lips tenderly. "I love you, Chris." Chris tilted his head at her with a quirky smile. He kissed her back, then rubbed his nose against hers. "And I love you, Laura." And with that, the next round commenced. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 05 Holding her stepbrother's throbbing cock in her hand, her thumb running over the powerful vein on its underside, Laura knew they were going to have sex. It wasn't a preference or desire – well, it was that, too; it was more an instinct, a primal knowledge of what was going to happen because it had to happen. The energy between the two of them, the intoxication that soaked the air – it all hummed through her body. She was resonating with sexuality and need. "And I love you, Laura." The butterflies still danced in her stomach. He looked up at her with a smile as he stroked her cheek, brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. She rested her forehead against his as she took a deep breath of him. He kissed her. "You need a shower," she kissed back. "So shower me." He nibbled lightly at her ear and she closed her eyes, her fingers playing in his hair. She felt his kisses ebbing down her skin, his lips against her collar bone, his tongue probing the hollow of her neck. They were as they'd been before, naked from the waist down. Laura was still wearing her pink cut-off from earlier that morning. Chris was in the white t-shirt he'd put on after the locker room. "Two showers in almost as many hours. You just can't keep clean." "No thanks to you." The smile in his voice brought her eyes open and she pressed herself down on him, kissing him hard. Having let go of his cock, she now felt its heat against her thigh. It burned; she wanted it to melt inside her. She broke away, pulling him up from the sheets with her. "Come on, stepbrother, before I fuck you right here." His ears perked up. "I can wait on that shower then." She laughed. "No, you can't." His shoulder blades dug into the door as he used it to brace her. Her arms were cradled tightly between their chests, her hands holding his face. Their mouths hung inches apart. Their breaths came in quick, hungry pants. Shirts still on. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her moist lips pressing against his cock, sliding up then down its underside. Controlled. Slow. Excruciatingly awesome. With each downward motion of her body along his, their breaths became ragged and uncontrolled. He could feel her heat at the tip of his cock, her pussy planting its own tiny kisses along his shaft. Each time she moved her hips, her lips just barely engulfed his crown before sliding back down the underside. He grimaced with restraint, eyes closed. Hers were vacant, fluttering, as if in a fugue, lost in some inner recess of her desires. Their mouths touched and their lips made a half-hearted attempt at a kiss; their energies were preoccupied elsewhere. But when his eyes opened and he saw her drunken gaze, he pulled her close, kissing her fiercely. His tongue ran across her upper lip. Suddenly her eyes snapped shut and she met his tongue with hers. Both of them moaning, both of them gasping for breath. "I want you inside me," she panted. "I know." "No you don't. Oh god, Chris, no you don't." She was almost whimpering. The water cascaded over her hair, running down over her face as his tongue dueled with hers. Her top was soaked a deeper pink; in his mind, it made her all the more like candy. And he knew her taste. Her left leg was wrapped around his, curling higher as they kissed, spreading wider. His cock was sandwiched between their abdomens, and she wasn't sure who's heartbeat she could feel more – hers or his. She pushed back from him only for a moment so she could peel the pink top from her body. He saw that her nipples were hard, and when she pressed back against him to attack his mouth - their naked bodies separated now only by whatever water trickled between them - his cock twitched. She felt it and moaned lightly against his lips. "Are you close?" she asked. He just nodded. Between kisses: "Too close?" He shook his head. She clamped back onto his mouth, her tongue fluttering over the tip of his, but this time her hand traveled down between them to grasp his shaft. She shifted herself forward slightly, and he felt the tip of his cock press against her sex. She moved it back and forth, the water and their juices and her lips and his cock creating a thousand different points of sensation. She lowered herself and he felt her warmth surround him. Their groans echoed together through the bathroom. She felt like she had about half of him inside her, but she couldn't be sure. She felt the pressure of it up in her lungs as she struggled to control her breathing. She'd never felt this full. It was wonderful and strange and ecstasy and pain all at once. It was the first time anything other than fingers had been inside her. She lowered herself a little further. A sudden shudder rippled through his body. "Shit, too close..." "Wait," she breathed, her nose rubbing against his. She lifted herself off of him. "Condom." He just nodded. "Okay." She kissed him again before leaving the shower. Though no one was home she still grabbed her towel off the rack and wrapped it around herself before hurrying through the door and into her bedroom. She went straight for her private drawer, the one her father didn't want to know about. She reached into the back. "Hello?" Laura froze. "Laura? Chris?" Laura's eyes dashed to the open bathroom door as she heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Her mind raced. Shit, shit, shit. She quickly grabbed what she needed from the drawer and started for the bathroom. "There you are." Laura looked up. "Becky, you scared the shit out of me." As casually as she could, she closed the door and held onto the knob as if it was propping her up. Rebecca stood in the doorway wearing the same black turtleneck and blue jeans from before. Her long red hair hung over her shoulders. "I was ringing the doorbell for ten minutes." "The door was unlocked?" Laura asked, slightly annoyed. "No, I broke a window and climbed in." Rebecca shrugged. "What? I've let myself in before." Laura's fingers tapped nervously on the doorknob. "No, it's fine, I'm just...in a hurry. I was going to take a shower." "Okay, I'll wait downstairs." "Make yourself at home," Laura said with a forced smile. As Rebecca turned to leave, they suddenly heard singing from the bathroom. "I could stay awake, just to heeeeare you breeeeathin'!" Rebecca stopped and turned back. Laura winced, her nose curling up. She had to smile actually. He was such a bad singer. Rebecca was staring right at her. Shit. Rebecca's eyes widened. "Who's that?" "Aerosmith." "Laura!" Laura cleared her throat. "No one." "Sweetie, seriously now," she said, smiling now as her mouth hung agape. "Who's in there?" She came toward the door. Laura stepped into the doorway to block her. "No one, seriously, it's no one." "Don't lie to me. Do I know him?" Laura cleared her throat again, laughing nervously. "Um, I don't think so. Maybe. I don't know." Rebecca crossed her arms and tilted her head. Laura knew the look. She sighed, relenting. "Okay! Okay. It's...it's this guy from school." "What guy from school? You never told me about a guy from school." "I know, I know," Laura said. "Look, it was...it was a crazy semester thing. I thought we were done when school was over. But...you know..." "Well, what's his name? What's he like?" "He's good, his name's Joe." Joe? Laura glanced at Rebecca like a child would its parent after confessing that the dog was the one drawing on the wall. But Rebecca just smiled. "Huh," she said. Then, "Is Chris home?" Laura forced a laugh. "No! God, no! No, no, no." She glanced at the floor then laughed again. "That'd be weird." Rebecca smiled excitedly and hugged Laura. "Good for you. You're finally getting laid." For a second Laura didn't react. Then Rebecca held Laura's shoulders, looking her square in the eyes. "You are, right?" "What?" "Getting laid." "Oh!" Laura laughed loudly. "Pshaw!" Pshaw? Rebecca's face brightened. "Yeah? How is he?" A chorus erupted from behind the bathroom door. "I don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna faaaaall asleep 'cause I'd miss you, baby..." Rebecca laughed and shook her head. "Little tone deaf, isn't he?" "Hey." Laura hit her lightly. "I can make fun of his singing. You can't." Rebecca put her hands up. "Alright. Well, I'll go watch some TV or something." She grinned. "Take your time." "How about I call you?" Laura knew the answer already. "Um, no. I need to meet him." "I don't think today's the best time." "Are you kidding? You're taking a shower a with him. He's gonna feel like a million bucks. Besides you didn't tell me about him this whole time. You're overdue one introduction." Laura listened to her head down the stairs, then remembered something. "Hey!" She ran to the banister. Rebecca looked up at her. "How was the ride home with Simon?" She shrugged. "It was okay." Laura's shoulders sagged. "You didn't fight, did you?" "I'll tell you about it later." She motioned to the bathroom knowingly. "Go take your shower." Rebecca disappeared into the family room. When Laura heard the TV come on, she hurried back into the bathroom. Chris was still singing. "You're my aaaaaaan-gel!" "Alright! Steven Tyler! Shut it!" His head peaked out. "You get lost?" "No, we have company." She said as she locked the door, then crossed to the other one and locked it as well. "You serious? Who?" "Becky." Laura leaned against the door to Chris's room, staring at the ceiling. Although he was still horny as a bull, his cock had softened considerably. At the mention of Rebecca, he could feel himself getting hard again. "Really? Becky's here?" Then, "The door was unlocked?" "Yeah. Way to go, mister. And she still is, so keep your voice down." "She didn't hear me singing?" he said quieter. "Oh, she did." Chris was waiting for more. "Okay...so...?" "I told her you're some guy from college." Chris just stared at her for a second. "But I was singing." Laura shrugged. "She believed me." "Wish I had friends that gullible." "Hey!" Laura said, stepping over to the shower curtain. She took his hand in hers, playing with his fingers. "You're a prune." She kissed them. "You about done?" He raised his eyebrows. "Um...I thought we were, uh...you know." She laughed. "We can't, silly. Becky's downstairs." "So?" he shrugged. "She already knows you're in here with someone, and I doubt she thinks you're just holding hands with him." She laced her fingers with his and smiled happily. "But I am." Chris smiled. She was adorable. "I'm still dirty." She sighed feigning annoyance, but he saw the glimmer in her eyes. "I suppose we do need to take care of that," she said reluctantly, then pulled his hand to the towel. Without needing to be told, Chris untucked it. It fell to the floor. And he felt that very familiar feeling returning to his loins. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she demurely stepped back into the shower, taking hold of his shaft and massaging it. He sucked in air at the feel or her touch and breathed out slowly, controlled. She smiled at him. "Still ready to pop, huh?" "Uh-huh." She leaned in and lightly kissed him, their lips barely grazing. "You're beautiful," he said. She beamed appreciatively. Still holding his cock, she moved around behind him into the water, her free hand sliding over his chest while she began stroking him. She planted soft kisses along the back of his neck and he groaned. She felt one of his hands take hold of hers on his chest. She rubbed her thumb over the slit of his cock, smearing the fresh precum. He breathed steadily, nuzzling back against her. "God, Laura..." As she jerked him off, she felt his free hand reach behind and slide down her midriff. A finger slipped between her legs and she let out her own breath as it reached her clit. As much as she wanted him, she didn't want to get too much more worked up. Knowing Becky was in the house had made Laura slightly insecure. She still wanted Chris. But she wanted to wait for them to be alone more. His finger was trapped between her legs. She could feel it wiggling, trying to get to her. It was making her hotter. She let go of his hand on his chest and brought hers down to cup his balls, gently playing with them and rolling them in her fingers. He arched his back against her. She stroked him faster. "Oh fuck, you are so good at this," he moaned. She tilted up and nibbled on his earlobe. He laughed, not because anything was funny; just as a simple release of energy. It all felt so good. She felt him tensing against her. She felt so empowered beating him off from behind, unable to kiss him or look him in the eye. Simply getting him off. That was her mission. His butt clenched in restraint. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see her come around in front of him. When she leaned in and kissed his lips lightly, he barely reacted. "Hey," she said softly. "Open your eyes." He did and Laura saw that familiar intoxication. Staring into his eyes, she lowered herself to her knees. She ran the tip of her tongue over the underside of the crown, tickling the sensitive ridge before kissing her way down the shaft. At the base, she licked the bottom of his sac, then traced her tongue back up the entire underside before engulfing the tip in her mouth. He moaned loudly, and Laura knew Rebecca could hear him downstairs. The thought flushed her with heat. She hoped Chris came soon. Otherwise... She took him from her mouth and sat back on her feet, looking up at him. "Wanna cum?" she asked. He offered a slack-jawed smile and she could tell how hard he was holding on. "Go ahead," she said, then gave him her sweetest, most innocent bat of the eyelashes. "Cum on my face, Chris." "Fuck Laura fuck fuck fuck." The words poured out of him in no particular sense or order. His hips bucked suddenly and his body shuddered as the cum spurt from his cock and sprayed onto her face. She closed her eyes and held her mouth open, letting the cum land where it wanted. As she continued pumping him, she could feel the heat of his cum on her forehead, cheeks, and mouth. It mixed with water and when she swallowed she tasted that familiar taste. She didn't especially enjoy the facial, but they were in the shower after all, and she didn't mind it nearly as much as he enjoyed it. Eventually the ribbons got smaller and less powerful until the last drops dribbled over her fingers and the head of his cock. When he was through and all his cock could do was twitch, she took it back in her mouth, licking the cum from the tip then sucking him to the base, feeling him squeeze into her throat. He suddenly moaned again, loudly. She felt his hands take her head and he thrust forward. From out of no where, a second series of spurts erupted from his cock. She relaxed and swallowed as he held her there, trembling, his hips frozen against her mouth. "Just hold still for a sec," he breathed. He was no longer coming, but he refused to move. The sensations were too powerful. Finally, he released his grip on her head, and she pulled him from her mouth. Spent and dry - at least for the moment - she held his aching cock in her hand, looking up at him, smiling sweetly. He pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth and feeling his cum still on her face. "Best stepsister ever," he said. She laughed and held herself close to him, his arms wrapped around her securely as they stood in the spray of water from the shower head. ---------- Each movement of the towel was slow and delicate, as if they were drying fine china after dinner. They took their time. She started at the top, fussing with his hair, making it stand straight up, then out to the sides, then fluffing it into a fuzz ball. She worked down his chest, stepping in close to plant small kisses along the line of his jaw as the towel moved lower to his abdomen. Then, both of them grinning, she dried his crotch, both her hands gently rubbing through the towel, kneading his thighs and gently cupping his balls. Then she threw the towel around his back and pulled him against her, crushing their bodies together as she slowly pulled the towel across his back, side to side. He kissed her forehead. His hands stroked her love handles. Finally the legs, and he was dry. She smiled at him. He picked her up into his arms and set her down on the countertop, the mirror behind her. He took the towel from her and draped it over her head like a hood, drying her hair and pecking her cheeks and neck with quick, playful kisses. They tickled and she laughed, trying half-heartedly to keep him at bay. With the towel around her neck, he pulled her to him for a soft, long kiss. She purred against his lips. "I love you." He smiled and nuzzled her nose then moved the towel down to her back, pulling her to him in an embrace while rubbing it over her smooth skin. She rested her head against his shoulder, enjoying the soothing backrub. The towel was huge, and she felt small and safe wrapped in his arms. She felt his hands through the towel as they moved over her shoulder blades down to the small of her back and up again. They came over the sides of her shoulders and down her arms. He took her hands through the towel and squeezed then moved under her arms, massaging the edges of her hips and ascending the curves of her torso to her breasts. She smiled with a sigh as he fondled them, the softness of the towel accentuating his touch. When he rolled her nipples between his fingers, she bit her lip and moaned softly. She leaned back against the mirror, looking at him as his hands moved over her chest. He was standing between her knees and she could see his cock hanging there. Just seeing it made her blood rush a little faster, and she smiled to herself, her eyes looking up into his with a mischievous grin. "What?" he asked. She didn't answer. Instead, he watched one of her hands slide overtop her thigh and between her legs. As she began fingering herself, he looked back up and saw that her eyes had never left his. He brought his hand down to hers, but she stopped it, holding it against her thigh. She shook her head, still grinning. "Come on," he gently urged. But she just shook her head again. "You can owe me." She sat up and kissed him, tipping forward into him, her arms sliding around his neck. She was so forceful he began to lose his balance. He stumbled, breaking the kiss, and caught himself. They were both laughing. "Thank you," he said quietly. She batted her eyelashes against his cheek. "So." He resumed toweling her off. "What are we gonna do about Becky?" She scratched her head in mock thought. "Hmm, what are we going to do?" He moved the towel between her legs and her eyes fluttered shut briefly. He saw this and hesitated, moving the towel slower and in small circles. Her hand went to stop his again, but this time, without as much conviction. He kept making the circles. Her eyes kept fluttering. He felt his cock stir. "You can collect right now, you know," he said. She let out a slow breath and looked at him ruefully. "You're bad." "And you like it," he said proudly. She giggled, then let out a sharp gasp as the fur of the towel wrapped around her clit just right. "Nooooo," she moaned, "we have to figure out this...Becky thing..." "There's a Becky thing? What Becky thing? I don't know about a Becky thing." He grinned. She laughed and it mixed with another tiny gasp. "Stop, you horny fucking little perv boy." "Yeah, but I'm a perv boy with a big cock," he said, pressing deeper with the towel, covering more of her moistening sex. Her hips writhed back against the mirror and he had her pinned. She was powerless against him, surrendering to his persistence. And he was getting harder with each rub of the towel. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 05 Her hand was still on his wrist, but her hold had relaxed and was no longer fighting him. Every so often he felt her squeeze when he hit the right spot. He tried hitting them more. "But seriously...Becky's downstairs...we should..." He moved closer, kissing her nose. "Maybe we should invite her up." Her hand moved up his arm to his neck, into his hair, pulling him to her lips. "Why?" she asked between kisses. "So she can...watch us fuck? 'Cause that's exactly...what we're doing...after she...leaves..." He felt a powerful surge to his loins, and he was again at full staff. "I should probably check my schedule." "Fuck you, you're fucking me. Mmm! Chris..." "So let's figure out how to get her to leave." "If you'd stop, maybe we could." "If you'd cum, maybe I'd stop." Her other hand weakly pounded against his shoulder. She was simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She pulled herself to him, clinging. He felt her arms tremble against his shoulders, her ragged breaths along his neck. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop..." "What'd you say, stop?" "God no!" He smiled and whispered in her ear, "You want more?" "Yes..." "You want me inside you?" She whimpered. "Yes..." "You want me to fuck you until you can't cum anymore?" She could feel his words through his chest as she clung to him. "Chris, yes." "Right now? Right here? Do you want to ride me on this countertop?" "Yes, yes, yes!" His other hand stroked her shoulders and the back of her neck, holding her to him as her trembling intensified. "I could just pull your forward, press my cock to your hot pussy, feel you surround me as I slide deep inside." "I want that. Yes." She was husky and moaning. "You close?" "Yes." "Too close?" "No such thing." Without warning, one of her hands suddenly grabbed his cock. Feeling it's hard thickness between her fingers made her bite her lip hard, and she thought she was going to come just from holding it. She slid forward to the edge of the counter, guiding him to her entrance. She could only manage two words. "Inside me." He didn't need to be told twice. He knew he wasn't fully recovered and was in no danger of blowing a load any time soon. So he slowly pressed against her, feeling his cock begin to slide into her folds. She let out a deep, guttural groan of need. Her legs kicked up behind him, ankles locking. She thrust him into her, and suddenly he was buried to the hilt. He knew the feeling, the warmth surrounding him, but it was Laura's warmth this time. He was completely without words. When she felt him plunge into her, so deep and so electrifying, she toppled over the edge of her orgasm, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes squinting shut. She felt the explosive release, and her breath escaped without voice, just air as she held herself to him, her hips moving on their own, her muscle spasms milking him from base to tip, the contractions fluttering over every inch of his cock. He had no idea anything could feel this good. "Holy shit," he moaned. "Ohhhhhh my god." As her climax began to subside, her voice came back in frail, tiny gasps, and her hips slowed and settled until she was again sitting still on the edge of the counter, his cock deep inside. Her head rested against his shoulder. Eventually, she came back down and looked at him with a lazy smile of appreciation. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. "Best stepbrother ever." They were both catching their breaths. A fine layer of sweat had gathered along her forehead. He wiped it off with the towel, then framed her face in his hand, looking her over serenely. "So beautiful." She glowed. "So. About Becky." She giggled softly, cuddling against his hand. "Right. About Becky." "We could just come clean, you know." She looked up at him quickly. "Or not," he shrugged. "You could play sick in my bed until I come and revive you." "Isn't that a bit obvious?" "Joe gets migraines." He raised an eyebrow. "Joe? That's the best you could come up with?" "I know. How bad is that." He had to smile at her. He brushed her hair from her eyes. "Nah, it's fine. But she'd know it's me." "Not if the windows were pulled and you were asleep under the covers." He tilted his head at her. "You think you can pull it off? It'd be your show." She smiled and closed her eyes. "I can pull anything off right now." She gave his semi-hard cock a gentle squeeze. "God, I can't wait to fuck you senseless," he said. "You won't have to much longer." "Then I guess I should get to bed." "I guess you should." ---------- Chris stared up at the ceiling, watching Laura's fan spin. Slowly the separate blades became one strobing circle. He felt dizzy. Holy fuck. The feel of Laura's pussy was still fresh in his mind like the most agonizing aphrodisiac. It had felt soft, pure. It had felt innocent. He was anxious for Becky's exit and Laura's return. He wanted her so bad. But it was more than just hormones. He'd been the first inside her. That simple penetration had tied him to her in a way that surprised him. He'd never been a girl's first, and now that he was, he felt like he'd been given a glass figurine, entrusted with its eternal care. He more than wanted her. He needed her. Or maybe it was just the hormones. He couldn't tell. His mind spun like the ceiling fan. He suddenly heard his cell phone ringing in his room. He bolted up in bed, eyes wide. Could they hear it downstairs? Laura had told Becky he wasn't there. He quickly climbed out of bed, moving naked and silent from bathroom to bedroom. He felt like Cro-Magnon man in prehistoric times, sneaking up on his kill in only what nature had ordained him. He heard the ringing from the far corner near his computer desk. He tip-toed over, dug it out of his jeans that had been flung across the room from their rave earlier in the day. He looked at the caller ID. There was no name. Just a number. He stared at it for a second then blinked. He knew this number. Not right away. But it made his stomach flutter. "Hello?" "Chris?" It was a girl's voice. Light and cheerful. "Holy shit. Shannon." "Hey...how have you been?" He could still hear the smile. "Good, good. What about you?" Holy shit. Shannon. "I'm good. Really good." He could still see her face. Her eyes. "I'm back from Virginia." "That's awesome. How's law school?" "Really hard." "But you like it right?" "Yeah, it's good." "Good." The line fell silent for a second. He looked around the room, at the debris field he and Laura had left in their wake. Laura. Christ. He'd barely been talking to Shannon for ten seconds and already he felt miles away. "So what are you up to?" She sounded great. "The same. Back for Christmas." "How long are you home?" "Till the end of January." "Wow," she said. "I only have till the twelfth." "Us doctors are lazy." "Are you kidding? You work harder than any of us." He smiled. "I don't know about that." She laughed and he smiled a little more. "Still Mr. Modest," she said. "Only in life." A band of light washed across the floor, revealing him in the corner. He looked up and saw Laura standing in the doorway smiling at him. He waved for her to close the door. "I wanted to see if you could get together sometime," Shannon said over the phone. "Maybe for lunch or something." Laura knelt down behind Chris. He felt her kiss the back of his neck. Her hands settled on his naked hips. "Yeah, that'd be great," he said. Her hands drifted forward and down the insides of his thighs. He felt the blood start flowing. "Um, how about I give you a call back a little later today." "Oh, sure. I'm sorry, I just barged in, didn't I?" "No, you called, it's cool. I'll call you back, okay?" "Okay. Talk to you then. Bye." He hung up. Laura nibbled his earlobe. "Who was that?" she asked. Her right hand grasp his slowly rising cock and squeezed gently. He turned to kiss her. "Just Shannon." Her lips froze on his neck. Her hand froze around his cock. "Who?" Laura pulled back to look at him. Her hands came back to his hips. "Shannon?" "Yeah." He searched her eyes. She didn't look mad. She looked curious. "So she's back for break, I guess." "Yeah." "Seeing her for lunch?" She sounded okay. Chris shrugged. "Probably." He gave her a gentle squeeze. "Is that okay?" She nodded with a smile and stroked his face. "Sure." She kissed him. He smiled. "So. Becky gone?" "Yep." She ruffled his hair and stood up. "I'm gonna start dinner." Chris's smile faltered as he looked at her expectantly. "Okay...?" "You better get dressed." She made for the door. "Mom and Dad'll be home soon." And she left Chris sitting naked in the light from the doorway. Laura clenched her jaw as she chopped the onions on the cutting board. The distinctive wail of Thom Yorke sang from the speakers. Fake Plastic Trees. As much as she tried to push them out of her head, thoughts of Chris and Shannon kept poking in and laughing at her. She remembered when they'd been together. It had been an intense courtship. They had met in their second year of college. Chris had been taking a law class for one of his gen ed credits. Shannon was a freshmen and a young one at 17. She'd been home schooled and had been taking college classes since she'd been 16. It was her second semester as a full time student. Chris had been enamored with her immediately. When they discovered they both hailed from the same home town, they began to socialize. Laura remembered the first time he'd come home from seeing her. It was like he'd been in a daze. She'd never gotten much in the way of details, but when it had ended, he'd taken it hard. That had been over a year ago. Laura knew - in theory, at least - that she had no claim over Chris and even if she did, she knew she shouldn't feel weird about this. It was just lunch. They were just catching up. Perfectly safe and harmless. She should trust him. But then she remembered the look in his eyes when he would talk about her. She wasn't hungry anymore. She heard the door to the garage open and the heavy, long stride of her father. He smiled when he saw her. "Hey, kiddo." "Hey." She scooped up the onions and tossed them in the frying pan. They sizzled and she wiped her eyes. "Where were you?" "Museum stuff." He gave her a kiss on the forehead then went to the closet to hang up his coat. "Smell's good." "Thank you," she smiled. "What is it?" "A surprise. Oh hey, before I forget. What time are you and Lucy leaving?" "8:30. Around there anyway." He went into the family room and turned on the TV. Laura looked at the clock. It was about 5:30. "Eat around six?" "Sounds good." He leaned back on the couch, stretching and yawning. The phone rang. "Can you get that?" Laura asked. "News is on," was Jack's reply. Laura groaned and rubbed her eyes again. Damn onions. "Dad..." she whined. She heard someone answer. "Hello?" Laura looked up and saw Chris leaning against the kitchen doorway, phone in hand. He'd changed into a t-shirt and jeans. He wore casual well. She smiled quickly. He smiled back. "Yeah, mom. I don't know." He set the phone against his shoulder. "How long till dinner?" "Six o'clock," Laura answered. "Laura's says six," he said into the phone, then nodded. "Take your time." He hung up, then loud enough for Jack to hear: "Mom's on her way." "Okee-dokee." Keeping a cautious eye on Jack, Chris walked over behind Laura and wrapped his arms around her in a big bear hug. She tensed slightly; she hoped he couldn't feel it. "Hey," he whispered with a smile. He kissed her cheek. She shrugged him away, motioning to her father. "Not now, stupid." He bit at her earlobe playfully. "I'm serious." He let go. "Sorry." He went over to the drawer where the placemats were and began setting the table. "You having a beer, Jack?" "Please. Thanks." Chris headed for the refrigerator in the garage where they kept the Lager. Laura set the knife down and wiped her eyes again. Shit. Fucking onions. "Excellent job, kiddo." Dinner was chicken stir fry, Jack's favorite, and he nodded approval as he chewed. "Really. Excellent job." "It is good," Chris agreed. He sat across from Laura and smiled warmly when she looked up. She offered a slight smile back. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Lisa set down the magazine she was reading and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "What's wrong?" Jack asked. "Nothing. Headache." "Want an aspirin?" She shook her head. "I'll be fine." She pointed to her plate with her fork. "Where'd you get the garlic?" Laura shrugged. "We stopped on the way back from the game this morning." Jack looked up. "You went to the game?" Laura stopped chewing and swallowed. "Becky and I went." Chris looked over at Jack. "Huh." Jack scooped up a fresh helping. "Didn't think you liked soccer." Chris looked at Laura. "I don't. We were bored." She glanced at Chris. He raised an eyebrow. She looked back down at her plate and made swirls in the rice with her fork. "Is there anything special you want for dinner tomorrow?" Lisa asked. "Laura?" "Nothing I can think of. I don't even know if I'll be here." Chris tilted his head, but no one noticed. Lisa gave Laura's forearm a pat. "Well, I appreciate you taking care of us again." "You've been busy. It's okay." "Thank you," Lisa said with a smile, then grimaced. "On second thought, I will have an aspirin." She got up from the table and went to a cupboard. Jack took another bite and sighed with satisfaction as he ate. "Oh, Chris," he said as he swallowed, wiping some rice from the corner of his mouth. "I ran into your friend Simon at the museum." "Oh yeah?" "You guys getting together tonight?" "I don't know, maybe," Chris said easily. "Gonna see a movie?" "We'll see." "I thought Saturday's were heroine night," Laura said. Chris saw her smiling, but her gaze was hard and direct. "Cocaine actually," he said. "The H-Train left last night." Then he added pointedly, "Remember?" Laura took it in stride. "That's right. I'm so forgetful." Jack looked from Laura to Chris and back again. Lisa returned and sat down, oblivious to the conversation. "So what's the play tonight?" Laura asked as she dug back into her plate. Jack stared at them for another second before returning to his meal. "The Iceman Cometh." Suddenly Chris started laughing. They all stopped and looked at him. He rubbed his head nervously and shrugged. "Sounds fun." ---------- "Anyways, I got the steed tonight." Chris was impressed. "How'd you swing that?" he said into the phone. "Abby's having a good day," Simon said. Abby was his twin sister. The steed was her new Maserati. Their family was disgustingly rich. And more often than not, Chris enjoyed the spoils just as much as Simon. "That's rare lately." "Never question a good thing." "So when should I expect you?" Chris checked his watch. It was a little after 7:00. Jack was downstairs watching TV. Lisa was taking a nap in an attempt to quiet her headache. And Laura was around somewhere. Chris was no idiot. Her signals were none to subtle. By the time it had come to do the dishes, she had made it abundantly clear that he was getting the cold shoulder. And all over a phone call. Fine. He'd leave her be until she felt like talking. Since dinner had started, she'd only felt like glaring. "I have to take a shower and put my face on," Simon said. "Forty-five to an hour." "I'll be here. You feel like a bowl or J's tonight?" "We've got a Maserati," came Simon's reply. "What do you think?" Chris nodded. "I'll roll some joints, then." They hung up. There was a knock on his door. "Yeah." Lisa came in. "Okay, we're leaving." She sounded tired. He looked at his watch again. "It's only seven." She kissed his forehead. "Check again. It's after eight. We'll be back around midnight." And she left. He picked up his cell phone and checked the time. 8:22. How did his watch fall an hour behind? The second hand was still ticking. He set it forward and made a mental note to check it against his phone every so often. He checked his email and heard the garage door open then close as his parents left. When he heard them make the turn out of the development at the end of the street, he thought again about talking to Laura. He didn't like her being upset with him, but at the same time, she was being a little childish. But at the same time, as long as she was mad, he wasn't going to see any action. And maybe that's what it all boiled down to. No. He loved her. The door bell rang. He went downstairs to answer it. When he opened the door, he saw Becky. She smiled when she saw him. "Hi Chris." "Hi Becky." "Laura home?" "Yeah, come on in." She wore hip-hugging jeans and a blue sleeveless top. Chris could see her braw straps on her shoulders. They were black. He closed the door behind her. "You're here a little early aren't you?" Becky looked at him for a second. Chris could see she didn't know what he was talking about. "I don't think so," she said. "Laura and I are going to the movies." "Oh." Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor for a second. "I wasn't aware of that." He nodded up the stairs. "Well, she's up in her room." Becky smiled. "Okay, thanks." And she headed up. Chris walked into the kitchen, rubbing his face and sighing. As he poured himself a glass of water, he wondered how much he'd misread Laura's reaction. This wasn't just the cold shoulder; this was the dog house. And now he was sure it was absolutely unfair. What understanding he had was quickly turning to annoyance. He was tempted to walk up there now and confront her in front of Becky. He saw the scene as if it were on some mid-afternoon soap. The outrage, the betrayal, the cheesy zoom-in. The music. Chris smiled and shook his head. Fuck it. It wasn't worth being upset over. He'd deal with it when she felt like being an adult. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and felt his fingers dig into the sink. He stared out the window and drank his water. He expected them to use the front door or avoid him completely. Instead he heard Becky's voice. "She's not up there." Chris turned around to look at her. "Really?" "Is her car here?" Chris looked up at the key plaque on the wall. Each of them had their own peg, and Laura's was empty. Chris walked down the hallway to the garage door to double check. Laura's car was gone. "The fuck...?" he said quietly. He returned to the kitchen. "I guess she's not here. Sorry." Becky smiled with a shrug. "That's okay." "Try her cell?" "Oh, good idea." Becky pulled out her phone, a tiny Nokia, and dialed. After a few seconds, they both heard a muffled ringing from upstairs. They went up to her room and found her cell phone sitting on a pillow still ringing. Chris picked it up and silenced the ringer. "Since when does she leave her cell phone?" Becky asked. Chris shook his head, staring at the screen. "She doesn't. She must've forgotten it." The caller ID read "1 missed call." How upset was this girl? Chris imagined Laura pacing in her room anxiously, then throwing her hands up and pounding down the stairs, grabbing her keys off the plaque, getting in her car and driving off, tires squealing in the driveway. He hadn't heard any tires, but that's how he pictured it anyway. "She'll be back then," Becky said. "I'll just wait. If that's okay." "That's fine," Chris said as he tossed the phone back on the pillow. "I'm actually waiting around for Simon." "Oh yeah? You guys going out?" You. Owe. Me. Ch. 05 "For a drive anyway." Chris remembered he had to roll some J's before Simon arrived. He might as well do that now. "Feel like watching some TV?" "Sure." Chris grabbed the necessary materials from his room and they went down to the family room. Becky turned on the TV. "I love HBO," she said as an episode of Six Feet Under came on. "I wish we had it." "It's the only thing worth watching anymore." Chris grabbed a dictionary from the bookcase and set it on the floor with his headphone case in front of him. Inside were two of his favorite pleasures: a pair of Bose QuietComfort headphones and a bag of pot. There were also some rolling papers and a lighter. "You're rolling a joint?" Becky asked. "Two, actually." "I've never rolled a joint before," she said, sitting down beside him on the floor. "Wanna learn?" "Sure." "Here." He handed her the papers. "You can help me. Take one of those and grab a book." Becky did and sat back down, laying the paper out on top of the book just as Chris had. "First, we're gonna make a filter. Follow my lead." Becky watched him fold the paper carefully, over once, then twice, then a third time. His hands worked slowly and delicately. She looked at his face and saw the concentration. She followed his example. "Alright," he said, once she had the three folds. "Tear off the corner by the strip." "The strip?" "Yeah, the lick-strip." He pointed it out to her. It was like the seal of an envelope. She smiled. "The lick-strip?" "It's a strip that you lick. A lick-strip. Shut up." He saw her grin and smiled himself. "So tear that corner." She did. He set the bag of pot between them. "Grab a nug and sprinkle it down in the center fold, like this." He took a small clump and pulled it apart, adding the leaves to the paper. She did the same. "Like this?" "Smaller, that's too big." He took some of her sprinkle and tore it into finer shake. "The smaller, the better. Bigger clumps don't burn completely. It's wasteful." "Is there a class for this I wasn't aware of?" "You're in it. I am a doctor after all." Becky laughed. "Alright, that's enough," he said. He closed the bag and set it aside. "Now we roll it." He pinched the paper closed between his thumbs and forefingers. "Roll it back and forth to pack the weed down and when the front half of the paper gets low enough, you tuck it in" - he did so - "and then roll back up to the top. Keeping it tight." Now Chris had a nicely rolled joint held between his fingers. "And then you lick it -" He licked it where the strip met the paper. "Fellate it." He put it length-wise in his mouth, and Becky laughed again. "Twist it." He twisted one end into a point. "And burn it." He pulled out a lighter and dragged the moist J quickly through the flame, then held it out for her to inspect. She took it, and it was firm and compact, like a cigarette. "Very impressive," she said. "Now you try." Trying to do exactly as he did, she rolled the paper down between her fingers, and with a little help from him, tucked it under then rolled back up. She winced at how loose it was, but he told her it was fine. "Now the lick-strip," he said. She smiled and licked it, pressing it down gently. "Fellate it now, right?" she asked, looking at him. "You got it. Fellate the hell out of it." She took the joint and slid it between her lips. "Make sure you lick along the strip again." Becky ran her tongue along the underside of the joint and had to smile. Chris did too, then inspected the results. "Nicely done. Now twist and burn." She twisted the tip and used the lighter. Some of the paper caught on fire. "Oh, shit," she said and blew it out quickly. "No big deal," he said, taking it from her. He nodded his approval. "Very nice. That was your first?" She nodded back. "I'm impressed." "Thank you," she said. Chris tucked it away with the other in the headphone case, then smiled and shook his head. "You know, Laura smoked for the first time this afternoon. And now I've taught you how to roll a joint. I feel like I'm corrupting you guys." "Please. I've been high before. I just didn't know how to roll a joint." She patted his knee. "You're not evil. You're useful." He bowed his head to the compliment. "Thank you." "Besides, it's better than getting drunk. You ever seen potheads get into a fight?" "There's this click I go to school with," Chris said. "We call 'em HPM's: Holy Pre-Meds. They think practicing medicine makes them a moral superiority. No smoking, no drugs, but every night they drop close to three hundred dollars on booze." "I know the kind. It's the same with psychology. There's this girl, biggest bitch ever. She drinks, she sleeps around, and she thinks I'm not fit to be a therapist because I catch a little buzz now and then." "People forget only seventy years ago there was nothing illegal, immoral or wrong about smoking marijuana." He shook his head. "You know how it became illegal? Mexican immigration. Law-makers used it as a scare tactic to drive up public concern over the border." He held up an angry finger. "Smoke one of them Mexican hashish reefers and you'll go crazy and murder every one you love. You'll become a compulsive rapist that violates everything that moves - man, woman, child, and dog. They honestly believed that." "Some still do probably." "I know when I'm stoned I just want to do terrible things. It's not like I enjoy listening to music or talking with my friends or...No, I'm constantly fighting that damn urge to kill and rape." Becky's laughter filled the quiet house. "This is making me want to smoke," she said. He looked at her and she was smiling. Her hair seemed redder in the lights of the family room, softer, and he wanted to touch it. "Well, you're welcome to ride with us if you want. Simon said you might be getting in on it already." She checked her watch. "We'll see. Depends when Laura gets back." Then, "Did you know she's seeing a guy from school?" "She mentioned it briefly. Joe something, right?" "Yeah. I walked in on her this afternoon with him." "Really?" "They were in the shower together." "Wow. Go Laura." He swallowed. "You get to meet him?" Her eyes narrowed and she looked off at the TV. "He got sick." She said it like an accusation. "I don't know about that, though. Sounded kind of lame to me." She shrugged. "She probably just wanted him all to herself. I can't argue with that." "But you haven't even met him. He might be a total asshole." "Have you met him?" she asked. Chris took a deep breath. "Uh, briefly." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Is he an asshole?" "He can be." "I knew it." Then she rethought. "Then again, who isn't sometimes." With her leaning in, Chris could smell her perfume. "Are you wearing Angel?" She blinked in surprise. "Oh my god! How'd you know that?" "I had an ex-girlfriend who wore the exact same fragrance." "Oh. An ex." She leaned a little closer. "So is it a good smell or a bad smell now?" The scent was stronger. Chris blinked and saw a flash of memory: Shannon laying on his bed, napping in the late afternoon sun. She was holding his hand. He smiled. "Still good." Becky smiled. "Good." She leaned back and turned up the TV volume. They both sat in silence and watched a little. Then she said, "So the stepsister's got somebody. What about the stepbrother?" Chris looked at her. "Anyone special for the handsome doctor?" Chris started laughing. "Kinda." Then he added, "Not really. I don't know." "Hmm," she said. "Sounds complicated." He laughed nervously. "Like you said. What isn't." "Sex." To hide his surprise he leaned back into the corner of the couch, putting his arm along the back. "Really? You don't think sex is complicated?" "The positions can be, but the ultimate goal isn't." "The goal being...?" She raised an eyebrow. "To cum." Chris felt his member twitch, and his eyes wandered her face for a moment. Her lips looked soft and moist, and he could still smell that familiar aroma. "What about love? That's a little less user-friendly, don't you think?" She shook her head. "I'm not talking about making love. I'm talking about fucking. Come on, you're a guy and you're gonna tell me fucking's complicated?" Each time she said "fucking", Chris felt a little surge. "Love makes sex complicated. Not the other way around." "I see. It's not cheating if you're not in love, right?" "Exactly. Otherwise, it's just something people do." She shrugged. "Healthy." "You're definitely in the right major." She smiled. "Thank you, Doctor." Chris smiled. "And thank you, Doctor." They were both smiling. Again, Chris's mind drifted back to earlier that morning, looking through the window. The shirt hugged the smooth mounds of her breasts and he thought he could barely see her nipples, but he wasn't sure. He knew what she looked like naked, at least from behind, and picturing her that way on the couch with him now wasn't helping the pressure in his pants. "So by that reasoning," he said, "you could have sex with someone and still just be friends." "In theory." "Have you ever stayed friends?" She hesitated and her smile turned coy. "I've never had sex with someone who was just a friend." She tilted her head. "Have you?" Whatever the pressure in his pants, Chris just felt it double. "No. Never. Always with a girlfriend." God, he hoped the bulge wasn't visible. "What about anything else?" "What do you mean?" Her eyes glimmered in the lamp light. "You know." She turned to face him now, sitting cross-legged. She played with the bottoms of his pant legs. "Anything else." She looked up from under her hair. Chris saw green eyes behind red strands. She glanced down, and when she looked back up, he was sure his bulge was visible. She leaned forward in slow motion, her eyes falling to his mouth, hers hanging open slightly. When he felt her lips against his, he closed his eyes and inhaled. It was all Angel. When he opened them, he half-expected to see Shannon. But it was Becky. And Chris thought about Laura. "Wait," he pushed her away gently. "I don't think I can do this." She let out a breath and looked at him for a second, then down at his pants again. "You definitely can." She smiled at him warmly. "But you don't want to." She ran her fingers through his hair and down over his cheek affectionately. "Sex is complicated with me," he said. "But this isn't sex." Her voice was soft and her eyes bore into his. Despite the butterflies in his stomach, he felt safe in her gaze. "This is anything else," she said. "And it's between you and me now." While Laura may have been aggressive in bed, Chris knew they wouldn't be together if he hadn't seen her masturbating. But Becky was new. She had a confidence and matter-of-factness. She knew what they were doing and that what they were doing was good. And in her eyes, Chris knew it, too. "But Laura could-" "Shh," she said, her finger hushing him, her smile mischevious. "We won't do anything that can't be stopped in two seconds." Her finger at his lips trailed down his chest to the top of his pants. Chris burst out laughing, surprising her. "No fucking way." Blow jobs from two different girls in the same day. How could he not laugh? Becky started laughing, too. "What?" "Nothing," as he quieted himself. "You're amazing." She smiled. "Thank you." She kissed him again and he heard his fly being zipped down. "God, you are bursting, aren't you?" "I've had an exciting day." She laughed again. "I can tell." He felt her fingers reach in and grasp his cock. "Wow." "What?" "You're big." He started laughing again. Her eyes were wide and her smile growing. "You are! No one's ever told you that before?" Chris stroked her shoulders. "I don't think so. Not like that anyway. Thank you for being the first." "Your welcome," she said and kissed his lips. She looked back and forth between his eyes, studying him. "You know, Laura and I used to fantasize about what you'd be like. We'd have sleepovers and talk about all the crazy things we'd do to you." Chris couldn't conceal his surprise at this. "Seriously?" "Too bad you're her stepbrother." "Not that it would be illegal anyway," he said. She sighed. "You would be easy to fall for." She said it as if she were confirming suspicions. "But since we can't let that happen, I guess it'll have to be about sex." He tilted his head at her. "Or anything else, I mean." She smiled sheepishly then popped the button and his pants fell open, exposing him to the air. She got a better grip and began stroking him. "It's probably best this stays between us," he said quietly. Instead of answering, she kissed the head of his cock several times, small, warm kisses around the ridge. Chris watched her, stroking her deep red hair back from her face. She flicked her tongue out, probing the slit at the tip of his cock and his eyes closed for a moment, savoring the moment as she licked all around the head. Laura could conceivably come home any minute. Chris didn't plan on wasting a second of his good luck. When he felt her lips close around his crown, he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. She lathered his cock with attention and saliva. The sight of her lips wrapped around him, her eyes closed, was almost better than the blow job. It was the hottest porn he'd ever seen. And it was happening to him. She pulled him out of her mouth and breathed hot breaths over the length of his cock, then pointed his cock straight up. Now that she'd mentioned it, he kinda did have a nicely sized cock. He'd never measured it (honestly), but just gauging it visually, he'd have to guess he was over the national average of 6.3". Becky kissed the tip several times before slowly moving her mouth down over him again. He watched her take half of him in then stop. He could feel her tongue swirling his shaft, and he found his hips moving on their own, slowly and gently with her mouth. Her tongue moved to his underside and she lathered it over his vein as her head started bobbing slowly on him. Chris's vein was his weakness. He wasn't sure if it was the same for every guy, but a tongue or perfectly placed grasp on the underside of his shaft was something he was powerless against. Girls had asked him in the past if he had anything he really liked that they could do, but he always kept it to himself. He worried if it got overplayed, he might get used to it. This wasn't a feeling Chris ever wanted to get used to. He wanted it to be new and mesmerizing each time it happened. And when a girl happens to find it on her own and capitalize, there's nothing hotter. Becky had definitely found it. She relaxed her jaw as he thrust into her. Her hand was at the base of his cock, pumping him in time with his humping which was growing faster. Her tongue was perfectly placed against the underside of his tip, and each time he slid inside, the velvety wetness against him was like magic. "Oh, shit," he moaned. Becky started pumping faster. Her tongue started tickling his vein. Chris squirmed in ecstasy on the couch, moaning again. "Oh, shit..." He was tumbling towards orgasm, down a hill that just kept getting steeper. He had no control anymore. Gravity did. His hand went to the back of her head, pushing her down, forcing more of his cock. She relaxed her throat and accepted him, her tongue pressing up under his vein. He felt himself snug against the roof of her mouth. Warm and completely enveloped. The second he tensed for his orgasm, Becky pulled back to just his tip. He gave one last moan of delight before cumming hard. Her tongue licked lightly just under his crown, coaxing every last drop out of him as he shuddered uncontrollably. Becky had capitalized. She came off him with a bright smile and pointed to the bathroom. She was going to spit. Chris barely nodded as he took deep breaths. And when she left the room, he sat there on the couch, his pants open and softening cock hanging out, and he took a deep, satisfied breath. Almost like a reflex, he started comparing Becky with every other girl he'd gotten head from. Tera had had some teeth issues; Steph had been very dependable; Janet had been the best he'd had until Laura; and Laura, well, she was Laura. He loved everything about her blow jobs, the care that she took, the slow and sometimes agonizing build up, the expectation, and then finally the euphoric release. But Becky had made him cum fast and hard. Faster and harder than maybe he'd ever cum before. He'd have to give the subject some more thought. Suddenly, he heard the garage door open. His hands shot to his zipper. He had himself tucked away and his pants closed in a second. He put his arm up on the back of the couch, swung his leg up on his knee, and paid attention to Six Feet Under. He could tell from the footsteps that it was Laura. "New episode?" "Uh, no. Rerun, I think." He turned down the volume. "Where'd you go?" He tried to say it as casually as possible. "I had to get something from the store." She set her purse down on the couch beside him and hugged him from behind. "So what's going on tonight?" Chris wasn't expecting her affection. "I didn't think you were gonna be here." "Well, I am. So what's the plan." She nuzzled his cheek. But he just stroked her arm. "Simon's coming over and we were gonna go for a drive." "Cool," she said. "Can I come?" "Okay, I don't get it," he said, shifting on the couch so he could look at her. "I get the cold shoulder for dinner and now everything's okay?" "What are you talking about? Why would I give you the cold shoulder?" "I don't know," he said. "I thought..." He decided better and shook his head. "I don't know, just felt like it." "Nope, everything's fine," she said happily. Chris didn't believe her. He felt dirty again. He smiled anyway. "Good." He got up from the couch, motioning down the hall. "Becky came looking for you. She's in the bathroom." "Where are you going?" "Gotta get ready. Simon'll be here soon. Now that you're coming, I should look my best." She reached across the couch and pulled him closer, kissing him lightly. "You always look your best." They both heard the bathroom door open and quickly separated; Chris was through the doorway by the time Becky appeared in the hall. She smiled when she saw Laura. "Hey, Laura. When'd you get back?" Chris heard her from the top of the steps. "Just now. How long have you been here?" "I don't know. Twenty minutes maybe." "Did we have plans." "No," Becky said. "Just thought I'd see what you were up to. Wound up watching TV with Chris." Chris stopped halfway into his room. No? Chris thought Becky had said she and Laura were seeing a movie. Maybe he'd heard her wrong. "I hope he behaved himself," he heard Laura say. "Perfect gentleman." Chris went into his room and closed the door. Okay, so. The animal kingdom harbors very few species that are inherently monogamous. As far as biology is concerned, polygamy is perfectly natural. And in concert with the human sex drive, it is – in theory – inevitable, the obvious answer to a very simple equation. As far as its practice, however, Dr. Kinsey has offered better explanations. But as much as Chris reasoned with himself, there was still a tug in his chest when he thought about Laura. He could smell her when she'd nuzzled him, and the feel of her skin against his was an experience every fucking time. And then there was the scent of Angel lingering in the air, and though it had just accompanied one of the best blow jobs of his life, it still struck some part deep inside Chris's head. He saw Shannon, radiant and perfect as only memories can be. Jesus titty-fucking Christ. How had life gotten so confusing in just under three hours? You. Owe. Me. Ch. 06 He went through the patio doors after her, hopping as he tugged his jeans back on. "Laura, wait." But Laura didn't wait. He watched her dark hair sway hypnotically behind her, the cute wiggle of her hips in her wet underwear. It all seemed painfully ironic now. She slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. As he got to the knob, he heard and felt it lock and a spark of static shot into his hand. He recoiled slightly, rubbing his hand, then knocked on the door. "Laura," he said again. "Please open the door." Empty silence emanated. All he heard was the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional passing car on the street. "Laura?" Still nothing. "C'mon, Laura, this is crazy. You lock yourself in the bathroom?" Not a sound. After a moment, he heard the shower turn on. "Laura!" He went to pound against the door but stopped himself. He stood there, glaring at the carpet. Light tendrils of steam began to curl up from under the door. And as he watched, his frustration gave way to the simple fact of it all. He had fucked up. ---------- He found her staring at a painting. A farm house, the final seconds of a sunset, a few trees here and there, and a farmer on a backhoe, reigning the horses. The sky was a deep purple with soft clouds gathering over a darkening horizon. The foyer lights were off, and in the soft light glowing from the kitchen, she looked like she could have been a part of that painting, standing on that farm house's front porch. He walked up to her, putting his arms around her and breathing her in deeply. Cherries and Jasmine. She turned in his embrace and, silhouetted by the light on the painting, they kissed. "Don't let this end," she said after a breath. "And don't tell me it's crazy to think that. Someone will find out. Eventually." She turned her head to the side. "Then it'll get weird." Chris knew she was right. There was no way they could keep this secret forever. Or for long. In a matter of days they had gone from stepsiblings to lovers. Real or infatuation, it was intense, and it felt like there was no way to return from it. Still, he wanted to avoid facing these facts. It's hard acknowledging that life has turned a corner. Chris preferred straight lines. He pushed everything but her from his mind and pulled her face up to his. "So we'll deal it with it then. When it happens. Together." She looked into his eyes and smiled. "This is crazy, isn't it?" Chris shrugged. "I don't know. But if it is, then I love crazy." He smiled. "I am all about the crazy." She laughed and kissed him again. He felt her hand drift lower on his back, pressing him into her. "And I am all about you." She growled it through the kiss, her nose mashing against his forcefully. It was amazing to have someone who could excite him with such little effort. It had been a long time since he'd felt like this. He would have loved to flatten her against the wall and consume everything about her. "We should get back," he said instead. "I'm not sure it takes this long to pop popcorn or pee." She laughed again. "Is that what you told them? You just peed ten minutes ago." "I'm running out of excuses." He tickled under her arms and she squealed, twisting away from him so hard her socks lost traction on the hardwood floor, and she lost her balance. He caught her and they were both laughing as he tried to quiet her. "Relax," she said. "Becky and Simon could use some alone time." Then she tilted her head back to look up at him and ran her hand over his neck. "And so could we, I think." She pulled him down to her, and this time when they kissed, the passion rose from her like an intoxicating cloud. Swept up in it, Chris lowered himself to his knees, she holding his face to hers. Her arms curled up around his head, fingers curling in his hair. His hands, with a mind of their own, slid under her sweater and wrapped around her back tightly. From just the touch of his hands on her skin, she moaned softly. Then their eyes popped open and their hands froze. Footsteps on the basement stairs. They sprung up from the floor. Chris quickly bolted for the hallway to the bathroom. As he quietly pulled the door closed, he heard Becky and Laura talking in the foyer. Locking the door, he looked around the bathroom. Laura had been right when she said he'd just been in here ten minutes ago, so he didn't feel any great urgency to go. Instead, he sat on the toilet and stared up at the ceiling. He heard the girls move into the kitchen which was next door to the bathroom. They started coughing; it was muffled through the wall, but he could hear just fine. "Jesus, Laura, you burned the shit out of that." Becky's voice drifted through the drywall. "I know," said Laura. She must have been standing closer to the wall because Chris could hear her better. "I know, but have you seen that painting?" Chris heard the pantry door opening and closing. "You ever wish you could just crawl up inside a picture?" Becky giggled, farther away. "You are such a nerd." "What's the first picture you remember seeing?" "I don't know. How am I supposed to remember that? You remember yours?" "My mother in her wedding dress." Chris blinked at this. He couldn't remember Laura ever talking about her mother. All he knew was that she had died when Laura was 9 years old. The kitchen was now silent, and he leaned closer to the wall. Then he heard Becky, quietly. "That's your first picture?" "My dad gave it to me on my first day of school. She was beautiful." Laura trailed off for a minute. Chris's ear was against the drywall. "It was perfect." He could hear the pride in her voice, the glowing smile on her face. And he could almost feel the air of the kitchen grow heavy and begin to seep through the wall into the bathroom. "You wear the photographer thing really well, babe," Becky said. "And I know it." Both girls laughed and Chris smiled now, leaning back from the wall. Deciding he'd spent enough time hiding in the bathroom, he flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. He counted the appropriate length of time for the girls to think he was washing his hands, then turned off the water and went out to the kitchen. Becky was leaning against the center island, her red hair seeming to glow even in the dark of house. Laura was at the microwave with a fresh bag of popcorn in one hand and a burned, smoking one in the other. "There's a man," Becky said. "Maybe now we can get something done right." Chris nodded. "I smell burned popcorn." He struck a superhero pose. "I am here." "Talk to Laura," Becky said with a yawn. Laura looked over at Chris suggestively. "I told you I got distracted." Becky's yawn prevented her from seeing Laura lick her lips. Chris hid his smile. "Well let's hurry this up," Becky said. "We got pot and movies that need to be watched." She thought for a minute. "Actually, the pot needs to be smoked, the movie needs to be watched, and – oh yeah – the popcorn needs to be not charred to a nuclear fucking crisp." "Alright, alright, popcorn's on its way," Laura said impatiently. "But I need silence to work my magic, so everyone out." Becky held up her hands and backed away from the island, and Chris slowly tiptoed after her. They both rounded the corner and out of Laura's playful glare. In the doorway to the basement, Chris suddenly stopped. "I left a CD in Simon's car." Becky rolled her eyes. "Hurry up, Chrissy." "Chrissy?" "Yeah, I'm trying it out." Then she added a smile. "Along with anything else." She descended the rest of the way. Chris frowned to himself and shook his head. If he told his friends at medical school about this, the fact that he'd gotten blowjobs from two different girls in the same day would earn him high fives all around. But standing at the top of those stairs, Chris didn't feel like high-fiving anyone. He quickly walked back into the kitchen. Laura heard him coming and turned around. "Hey you-" He flattened her against the microwave and kissed her hard. She was surprised but quickly her hands found their way to his shoulders then up to his neck. "I owe you," he breathed. He kissed her again and this time her leg curled up his and held him tighter. He thrust against her, and from her moan he knew she could already feel his hardening cock through their jeans. The microwave hummed behind her. He broke away, taking her hand. "C'mere." They tiptoed around the corner into the dining room. The lights were off and they moved to one of the darker corners. Chris quickly put her against the wall and began unzipping her jeans. She stroked his face gently but her eyes watched eagerly as his hands slid her jeans and underwear down to her ankles. "Off," was all he had to say and she obediently stepped out of them. Chris was on his knees in front of her and he lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. Her pussy was no more than two inches from his face. Seeing it so close, Chris's cock sprung the rest of the way to full hard on. He smiled up at her. "Hold on." As his tongue touched her clit, her fingers slid through his hair and she closed her eyes, her head rolling back against the wall. She'd been so intent on making him cum earlier in the day that she'd nearly forgotten about herself. He licked her little button lightly at first, then slower and with more pressure. With each lick, he completely covered her clit. The winter night outside was cold and permeated the nearby window, and Chris could almost see the chills moving up her body. One of her hands left his hair and went up her sweater to one of her breasts. He watched her play with herself while he licked her and thought his cock might burst from his pants. He held her leg up off his shoulder, and as her legs spread wider, so did her smooth pussy, and Chris licked deeper, making tiny little swirls. He remembered an old high school buddy's words to him: "Write in cursive with your tongue and they will love you." He thought of words he could write: i. made. a. terrible. mistake. with. becky. Maybe it was the lingering buzz of the joint they'd smoked on the back patio or maybe Laura had been horny all day, but she was writhing against the wall now and Chris was exhilarated by how much he could make her squirm. The sound of bursting popcorn drifted in from the kitchen. He held her leg higher and pressed his face between her thighs. She gasped quickly and her breath caught in her throat. He was licking her so deep and pushing up against her so hard, she had to stand on the tiptoes of her remaining foot. Her eyes fluttered open briefly. She saw the outline of the window next to them, the full moon hanging in the sky behind a dead tree, its branches black and bare. The snow of the front yard glowed. Through the ecstasy of his tongue, she heard music floating in on some unseen breeze beyond the glass. She suddenly felt his other arm scoop up her other leg, and she was completely on his shoulders. Her hand in his hair grabbed his head and pushed him deeper between her legs, both for desire and balance. They looked like one body, shrouded in the shadows of the corner. The moonlight barely grazed her face as she turned upwards toward the ceiling, small, ragged gasps escaping her lips. Chris looked up her body, at her perky breasts beneath her sweater. He could see her diaphragm spasm with each breath. His tongue moved down from her clit and dove into the moist folds of her cunt. Laura nearly yelped but caught herself. Instead her eyes squinted shut tighter and she bit down on her lip. She could feel it building inside her, a tornado spinning her insides upside down. Her thighs wrapped tight around his head and Chris felt her body go rigid. Her shoulders pressed against the wall, her hips pressed down onto his mouth, and he tasted her juices as they flowed. He lapped them up, his tongue driving deeper and fluttering inside her quivering walls. A quiet but high-pitched squeal eeked out of her and crescendo'ed into a deep purr that he felt through her entire body. Her legs quivered against his shoulders. Chris heard the basement door open. Suddenly Laura gasped and tensed again, and he leapt up from his knees and covered her mouth with his hand. She bit into his palm unexpectedly and winced. Her eyes were still screwed shut and she was trembling. She was being hit by another orgasm. As she shook against him, Chris listened as footsteps came into the kitchen and stopped. "Fuckin' A." It was Simon. Chris heard him walk over to the microwave and open it. That was when he smelled it. They'd burned another bag of popcorn. Simon's footsteps went back down the hallway toward the back door. He heard it open and the footsteps move outside. Chris breathed a momentary sigh of relief and looked at Laura. She'd stopped biting him and now just breathed heavily over his hand, her eyes still closed. He gently brought his other hand between her legs and her eyes opened, looking right into his. He smiled and took the hand at her mouth away. "Sorry." She shook her head, still in a daze. "Don't be." She was so drained she was barely above a whisper. He quietly helped her step back into her jeans and underwear and pulled them up. She made a face. "Squishy," she said. He kissed her forehead. "That was for earlier today." Laura just leaned against his chest, arms around his waist. "My god, that was insane." She looked up at him. "We could've been caught." "We almost were." She smiled and her eyes lit up. "When I heard the basement door open, the thought of someone finding us like that..." She trailed off and he felt her shiver slightly against him. "Fuck, that was awesome." Her hand slid between them and into his pants, grasping his hard shaft. It was hot to the touch. "And so is this," she added. Before he could respond, they heard the footsteps come in again from the back door. Chris took her hand and led her to the window, then quickly walked over to the other one. "You're right. It is a full moon." Simon rounded the doorway as Laura nodded. "Told you." "Watch out for werewolves," Simon said. He shook his head at Laura. "How do you burn two bags of popcorn in a row?" Laura blushed a little, but it was barely noticeable in the moonlight. "Sorry, I got...distracted." "No more pot for this one." "Boo that," Laura said. She looked at Chris. "I'm finding this to be quite an enjoyable substance." There was no way for Simon to know how much the smiles between the stepsiblings communicated. He just motioned Laura back into the kitchen. "Then let me show you how to pop a bag of popcorn. Correctly." Laura rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. As she followed Simon she pointed at Chris. "This is all your fault." He nodded. "And I'm okay with that." ---------- Chris awoke suddenly on the couch. It was still dark beyond the living room windows. He blinked a few times and checked his watch. Christ, it wasn't even four o'clock yet. He couldn't remember when he'd finally passed out. It felt like he hadn't slept at all. Something stirred against him. It was Laura, snuggled against his chest. He couldn't see her as much as he could smell her. Her hair tickled his neck; when he ran his fingers through it, she shifted in her sleep, her leg wrapping around his. Brief flashes of the night before came back to him. Jim Bean, Cuervo, Absolut. And then the psychotropics. No wonder he felt fried. His eyes burned, the center of his forehead throbbed. He swallowed and his throat felt scratchy. He was dehydrated and on his way to a hangover. As gently as he could, Chris slipped out from beneath Laura, crawling over the back of the couch and landing not-so-gently on the floor. When he peeked over the cushions, he saw her still sleeping. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. Chris had been to Simon's house enough times to be able to navigate it with his eyes closed. So it was no problem for him to make his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. He also found the aspirin in the cupboard above the stove. Three aspirin are a great way to fight off an impending hangover. As he came around the couch, Laura's arm was hanging over the cushions. When his hand brushed hers, she seized it, and he saw her looking up at him from the dark. "Hey, buster." "Got room for one more?" he asked. She snuggled deeper into the cushions and pulled him down to her, wrapping her arms around him from behind. With her hands clasping his, he felt safe. Outside, a flash of lightening was followed by a distant rumble of thunder. The rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic. Her tiny little breaths against the back of his neck sent goosebumps rippling down his arms. "Cold?" she asked softly. He said, "Happy." Her grip tightened over his hands, and she lazily kissed his neck. He smiled and nuzzled back against her. Her arms tightened around him, sliding underneath his and around his waist. She pinched one of his nipples, making him laugh. "Hey now." "What..." she said lazily. Again, she kissed his neck, but this time it was slower, more deliberate. He felt the wetness of her tongue against his skin briefly. "You tired?" His eyes were closed. His chest felt heavy, and every breath took him that much closer to sleep. "So tired." One of her hands slid over his jeans and pressed against his cock. "So tired?" He couldn't help the smile. "Babe, I feel really gross right now." "But guys always want sex." His eyes opened. Sex? He rolled over to face her. One of her eyebrows was raised, and she was smiling expectantly. "Sex, huh." She shrugged playfully. He looked in her eyes. "You're still high, aren't you?" She nodded happily. He sighed. "I am so jealous." She laughed, then covered her mouth with the pillow. He took her hand and leaned in. She instantly accepted him, her leg pulling him in. Her tongue found his and they danced. She poured herself forward, rolling toward him. He leaned back, breaking the kiss. She tried to pull him in again, but he stopped her. "Not kissing you just now was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. If I start again I won't be able to stop." Her smile glowed. "Gooood," she purred. "No," Chris said, shaking his head. Her smile disappeared. She looked confused. He touched her cheek. "I want to remember you." "What are you --" "Look, once we've had sex, we can do it stoned, we can do it drunk. But our first time…" He paused, staring into her, and he found her smile return a little. "I don't want to be hung-over for it," he said, gently. "And I'm reeeeeally fucking toasted right now." She started laughing. "And you will be too in a couple of hours." Her smile was back, though she was trying to hide it now. She looked up at him from under dark strands of hair. "Maybe," she agreed. He nodded and said, "So, I want to really remember our first time." She was nodding with him. "I want to be conscious of every fucking sensation." She giggled excitedly and snuggled against him. "That sounds nice." She kissed him on the lips gently, then kissed him again. Then her tongue feathered his lips. He drew back and saw her cute Cheshire Cat grin. "I had to try." Then she covered her face with the throw pillow and moaned into it. "I'm just so horny." Chris looked at his watch. Just after three thirty. He glanced out the patio doors to the deck. "How high are you?" "Ask me something philosophical." "Is the glass half empty or half full?" She looked at him quizzically. "There's a glass?" He smiled. "Want me to help with your horniness?" She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling conspiratorially. "What'd you have in mind?" He looked back out on the patio. She lifted herself up on her elbows to follow his gaze. When she saw what he was looking at, her smile was magic. She looked down at him excitedly. "Ya think?" You. Owe. Me. Ch. 06 Chris nodded. Definitely. ---------- The patio was dark as they stepped out onto it, and Laura saw her breath instantly. She remembered thinking earlier that it wasn't as cold as she expected. Now a chill ran through her body as the cold December air grabbed hold with its talons. They had taken their socks off, and she felt ice and packed snow beneath her feet. She stepped gingerly, giggling and gasping in the cold as Chris led her past the sun chairs. He was already taking his shirt off. She saw his skin, slightly beaded with perspiration, sparkle in the moonlight. He looked so smooth and soft, and she admired the cuts of his muscles along his back as his arms wrestled with the t-shirt. She helped him, and he smiled. "Thanks." Laura glanced up at the second floor windows, dark inside. "Won't they see us?" During the night, the foursome had cruised through two movies, both of which Becky and Simon had argued during, and about an hour of bad late-night television. When Simon saw a rerun of Golden Girls beginning, he chastised the controller of the remote (Becky), then took that as his cue to go to bed. Since he was the only one who actually had one. "Fuck that," Becky had said. And proceeded to follow Simon up the stairs. Chris and Laura had just looked at each other, eyebrows raised, not entirely sure what had just happened. Fifteen minutes they were spooning on the couch, asleep. "Not if we keep the lights off," Chris answered. It was a full moon and a soft, metallic glow suffused the snow around them. Under the bare branches of the trees that grew along the patio, however, the two of them looked like nothing more than shadows blowing in the wind. Chris flipped over the large leather lid of the hot tub. It thudded quietly, and a dense cloud of steam rose up around them from the water. The heat was almost suffocating for a moment and Laura felt her sinus' clear. "Won't they hear us?" He pulled her to him suddenly and she felt the warmth of his body. His arms locked around her back and she was pressed snugly against him, staring into his eyes. "Hear what?" he whispered with a grin. He kissed her. As his tongue found hers, she instantly forgot her concerns and let a soft whimper into his mouth, curling her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and she was held in strong arms, mouth locked with his, the psychotropic euphoria spilling from her into him. She could barely feel the soft snowflakes that began to drift down from the sky. The edge of the hot tub was behind her, and she sat willingly as Chris got to his knees in front of her. Still kissing her, his fingers found the bottom of her sweater. She drew in sharply as he peeled it off over her shoulders, the cold hitting her skin. Nothing but a bra now. But before she could complain, Chris's lips were on hers again, his hands sliding up and down her bare arms, warming her. She broke from the kiss long enough to ask, "We're going in our underwear?" He looked at her, eyes twinkling, snow falling, and shook his head. "I'm not wearing any underwear." Laura started laughing instantly, so hard that she had to cover her mouth. "Oh god," she sighed. She took his face in her hands and nuzzled her nose against his. "I can't believe you." His hands drifted low across her tummy; her muscles fluttered. She kissed him, breathing him in. As she felt the button of her jeans pop open and the teeth of the zipper slowly pull apart, her cheeks flushed. With a little help from her, he slid the jeans down her legs, revealing a trim pair of Care Bears underwear. She stifled a frigid moan against his mouth. "Get in," he said. "Yes, doctor." She swung her legs over the edge. The second her toes descended through the glassy surface of the water, an wave of goosebumps rolled across her entire body. As her legs sank into the tub, Chris pulled her dark mane of hair aside and softly kissed the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of his lips moving down her spine. He reached the clasp of her bra and popped it open with his teeth. Laura laughed again. "You're full of surprises." He removed the bra and she slid forward, quickly submerging herself completely underwater. When she came up, with her hair slicked back and soft, pert breasts and hard nipples, Chris could have fucked her right then and there. She wiped the water away from her eyes, looking up at him with mischief. "Now time for your surprise." She reached out and pulled him closer by his belt loops, nearly tipping him over the edge of the hot tub. Her hands were unzipping his fly, her eyes locked with his as she reached inside. He twitched with a light gasp and her eyes lit up. "So you aren't wearing any…" His cock was already hard and she freed it from the confines of his jeans, stroking it gently. Her warm hand and the freezing air were such warring sensations that it heightened everything for Chris. He looked down at her as she gazed affectionately at his cock, stroking it slowly. She leaned forward and kissed the tip. When her lips gently wrapped around the tip and began slowly sucking, he shivered uncontrollably. Her eyes looked up at him and she smiled with another kiss, then went back to sucking. She focused on the tip of his cock relentlessly, her lips methodical and delicate. Her hand let go of his shaft, and the cold night air swept in around it, and for several moments the only heat he felt on his entire body was her mouth on the tip of his cock. He was shivering almost uncontrollably. When Laura leaned forward, taking the rest of him completely in her mouth with one motion, Chris doubled over, the sudden rush of heat almost too intense. He held her head there, motionless, adjusting to the amazing warmth. Then she swallowed. "Oh fuck," he hissed. But Laura already felt his hips press forward ever so slightly, and she smiled inwardly. With a little coaxing from her tongue along the underside of his cock, his hips gradually began to saw back and forth, his hands still twined her hair. She relaxed with a deep, throaty moan and let him slowly fuck her mouth. After a while, she pulled off him, unclasping his belt and dropped the jeans to his ankles. Now standing naked, the full affront of the winter cold was upon him. But Chris didn't care. Laura grabbed him by the ass and pulled him back to her waiting mouth. Again she started with the tip, milking it as gently as she could before working her way down until her nose was pressed into his pubic hair. The tip of her tongue left hot trails across his skin. And with her hands still clasping his ass, she began to fuck her own face with his cock, pulling him slowly out then driving him to the back of her throat. Chris was surprised by her aggressiveness, though he realized he shouldn't have been. He thought back to their impromptu rave earlier after the soccer game and how she'd seemed like a woman possessed by lust. He was just surprised at how perfect her technique had become. Barely two minutes of this and the tingle was already starting in the bottom of his balls. As if sensing this, Laura pulled him from her mouth and back into the freezing air. She drifted back through the water to the opposite side of the tub, her arms wide and inviting. "Get in," she said. Before you could say "Fuck me," Chris had stepped out of the jeans and was comfortably in the water. Without hesitation, he moved to her. This time their kiss was ferocious. Her surprise blow job had awoken the monster in both of them, and as their tongues dueled and their lips mashed together, their heavy, husky moans drifted out into the trees. The water around their bodies was a perfect womb of heat, fueling their fire, while the chill in the air around their heads and shoulders made for a unique energy and a bizarre crispness of thought. Chris no longer felt hung over. Laura's arched toward him, her breasts pressing against his chest. One of his hands slid down her back, descending inside her Care Bears undies and cupping her ass cheek, leveraging her harder against him. She moaned roughly, then nearly yelped when one of his fingers slid between her cheeks and rubbed across her tight little asshole. Chris chuckled, then lightly pressed, his middle finger sliding in to the first knuckle. "Whaaaaat the fuck is that?!" Laura started, then her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip. "You like?" She grinned with a slight growl. "I like." He pressed a little more, to the next knuckle, and wiggled. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his. "I love…" She couldn't finish the thought. She was already kissing him again. When his middle finger was completely inside her, she tipped forward into his arms completely. He held her and spun around, taking her spot on the side of the hot tub, her sitting on his lap. He was working his finger non-stop now, could feel the soft tightness of her sphincter. And surprisingly enough, it was driving her crazy. Her hips were grinding his hard cock into his abdomen, and she clung to his shoulders as she started to tremble. The more she tried to kiss him, the less she could control herself, and she resigned to resting her forehead against his. Her eyes fluttered. Clouds of breath shivered from her lips. She was already close to cumming. The positioning of his hand allowed him to guide her, and he began to work her more feverishly, directing her gyrating hips over his cock. Each time her clit rubbed through her underwear against his crown, she inhaled sharply. It sounded like she was gasping, and as their movements sped up, so did her breathing, building in tempo toward climax. When Chris pressed the finger in her ass forward into her g-spot, he felt a small flutter inside her and she suddenly froze. Her face distended in what almost looked like agony. She was speechless., until she finally found her breath with a gasp. "Oh god…" She panted as orgasmic spasms shot through her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" "Oh, that is awesome," she moaned as time returned to normal. Looking down at him, she leaned close. "And where did you learn that little trick?" He tilted his head at her. "I am a doctor." She smiled. "Well, Doctor," she emphasized the title. "You certainly cured my problem." She ground her hips down onto his cock again. "But now you have a problem." Slowly, her hips began sliding suggestively along the length of his hardness. She moved slowly. Deliberately. He could feel the softness of her pussy lips through the wet fabric of her underwear, and each time they reached the tip of his dick, she would wiggle down on him, pressing him into her. He couldn't help but moan. And she loved it when he did. "Someone likes this, I think." "Someone definitely likes this," Chris said. "Close your eyes." He did as ordered and felt her slide back on this thighs. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked him under the water. Laura reached between her legs and also started playing with herself. Chris lay back against the side of the hot tub, eyes closed, enjoying her hand on his cock. The hot water around them, the silence of the night, the chill of the air - he was transported. One hand playing her clit, the other stroking his cock, Laura watched him as he sat there enjoying her ministrations. Steam rose up off the water around him, and shards of moonlight bounced off his wet skin. She couldn't wait any longer. Wordlessly, she pulled her underwear aside and slid forward onto his lap. She raised up on her knees enough to angle the tip of his cock against her moist folds. When Chris felt her lean back and his cock slid easily inside her, he thought his head was going to explode. Both of them. Fingering her ass to orgasm had turned him on much more than he'd realized. His cock inside her was like a lightening rod. She felt it throbbing, felt his excitement and tension. With the exception of their brief tryst in the bathroom the previous morning, she'd never been this full, this satisfied. They both sat there, motionless. Then Laura wiggled her ass. Chris writhed beneath her and she smiled down at him playfully. She wiggled some more, and Chris moaned, his hands taking her hips and holding them steady. "Just give me a minute," he whispered. Laura kept wiggling. She saw the muscles of his jaw clench with restraint. "What if I don't have a minute?" She leaned closer, her hips now slowly beginning to ride him. "What if I'm about to cum my brains out?" She felt heat rising inside her stomach. "What if my pussy's about to milk every last drop of cum out of your fucking cock?" Her voice was gentle. Her words were anything but. "Condom," was all he could breathe. Her lips were just barely touching his ear. "Not on your life," she whispered. "Nothing comes between us now." His hands came up from her hips, wrapping around her, pulling her to him. They embraced, holding onto each other as her hips continued their assault on his cock. The water sloshed around them gently, and the stream hung around them like their own private cloud, glowing with moonlight. She rode him easy and slow, taking her time. He offered no resistance, letting her set the rhythm. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and she held him tight, cooing softly in his ear. There was no more hot tub, no more patio, no more snow. There was only their wet skin pressing together, the gyrations of her hips, the velvet glove of her pussy twisting and sliding up and down his cock. His heartbeat pulsed through his shaft, and she felt it beating it within her. She focused on it, using it as a metronome, the symphony of two bodies slowly beginning to build in tempo. He was breathing heavily against her skin, and as their energy vibrated higher and higher, they clung to each other with greater desperation and need. "Fuck me," she moaned, and those words were both vulgar and tender. She kissed his ear, his cheek, took his face in her hands to look in his eyes. In the pale moonlight, she thought she saw tears brimming in them. "Oh, Chris…" Their bodies in sync, she kissed him, and he trembled in her arms. "I love you," he said. His eyes, his words, his cock. It all reached critical mass. She quickened her pace, angling her hips more sharply down on him. He groaned as she rode him harder, and now his hips had no choice but to start thrusting up into her. He felt his balls tightening, his entire cock tingled. The water slowed their movements slightly and cushioned the smacking of their skin. The heat was like an incubator for their need. They were fucking now. No pretenses. She leaned back, supporting herself with her arms on his knees and ground her pussy down around him, twisting and turning as she did so. He cupped her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples, both of them gasping with each thrust of his cock. When his hands left her breasts and took firm hold of her hips, she knew he was close. He took control, ramming into her hard as he could, pressing her down around him. Each thrust shuddered deep inside her. Laura's entire body shook with anticipation. His cock swelled deep inside her, and his grip on her became a vice, his fingers digging into her skin. His breath caught in his throat for a moment. "Jesus, Laura!" And then she knew he was cumming. When she felt the first spurt fly up into her, she whimpered against his cheek. "Yes – yes – yes…" She bit down on his ear, drawing blood as a second, smaller orgasm flooded through her. Every muscle in her body tensed; her toes curled painfully and her knuckles were white as they gripped his shoulders. The thought of his cum filling her, oozing from her, covering her, it was all driving her crazy. She couldn't think anymore. Neither one of them could. They could only feel. Chris grunted with each spasm of jizz until he had nothing left to give. She continued to milk him, and together they shuddered as they slowly descended from Nirvana. He smoothed her hair back from her face, revealing flushed cheeks and half-closed eyes that stared back at him in a daze. "You okay?" he asked. "Mmm," she nodded with a dreamy smile. "More than okay. More than good." She nuzzled against his hands. "So much for waiting." "Yeah. That idea didn't work out so well." A sudden chill ran through her, and he warmed her with his arms. She leaned in and kissed him softly. "I love you so much." "Ditto." She giggled. "Such a dork." "Said the most perfect girl ever." As they kissed again, she folded into him. Snowflakes briefly landed on their cheeks before melting. She tasted them and the salt of sweat on his lips. Currents of vapor rose around them. She wished they could fall asleep like that. Just as quickly as the calm had found them, it evaporated when Laura looked up and saw the patio door gaping open. And Becky standing in the doorway. Staring at them. Chris heard Laura say, "Oh, shit." He turned and saw Becky, standing there, holding a glass of water, wearing a flannel button-up shirt that was quite obviously not hers. Laura lifted off of him and slid over to the side. "Becky. Shit. Um…" Becky just continued to stare at them blankly, her mouth hanging slightly open. The silence was killing Laura. "Jesus, please, Beck. Say something." Chris couldn't find his breath. He was frozen to his seat, terrified of the moment that he knew was coming. He looked at Becky and she looked at him, looking for a reason, for an answer. She saw the pleading in his eyes, which was answer enough. "So," Becky said. "This is why you didn't want her knowing about the blowjob." And there it was. ---------- When Laura heard the words, they didn't instantly register. She didn't understand. Who didn't want who knowing about what blowjob? Then she looked at Chris, saw that his eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. When he opened them and looked at her, she suddenly knew the rest of the night was going to suck. "What's she mean?" she asked timidly. She was hoping at least for a denial. That would hold off the panic crawling up her spine a few seconds more. But he didn't deny it. "Laura, I'm so sorry." That was all he said. She shook her head. "No. You didn't. You couldn't." She continued shaking her head. "Not now." A voice whispered in her head: Yes. He did. He could. Without thinking, her hand reached over the side of the hot tub and grabbed her sweater. She stood and covered herself, tip-toeing out of the hot tub and across the bitter cold of the patio. She was in shock, barely even aware of Becky watching. She heard Chris get out of the hot tub after her. "Laura!" he called, but she was already through the patio doors. "Laura, wait." But she didn't wait. She was shivering, almost painfully, and wrapped the sweater around her shoulders as tightly as she could. She made it to the downstairs bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind her. Leaning against it for support. She locked the door just as she felt him grab the handle, and there was a spark through her hand. "Laura," he said, muffled from the other side. "Please open the door." She stared at the floor, willing herself not to cry, but already the tears were flowing. "Laura?" Her bottom lip trembled. "C'mon, Laura, this is crazy. You lock yourself in the bathroom?" She'd had it. She was about to start sobbing, but couldn't bear the idea of him hearing her. Not now. She needed absolute alone. So she turned on the shower. The second the sound of the spray filled the bathroom, she let the dam burst. The sweater fell from her arms to the floor, and she curled up under the hot stream of the shower. __________ "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Chris was beyond pissed. Bearing down on Becky he wanted to swing at her. He wanted to knock her fucking lights out. You. Owe. Me. Ch. 06 She saw it and started backing away. "Me? You're the one fucking your step-sister!" "Exactly!" he barked. "Step-sister. Not related. Not blood. Not wrong! So what is your fucking problem!" He backed her up against the wood siding of the house and hit it with his hands, trapping her between his arms. They were under the overhang of the porch, in the shadows. He hung over her, inches away, breathing hard, his eyes burning through her retinas. Her eyes shifted from his. He remembered earlier thinking how confident she was. He didn't think that anymore. "Chris, you're scaring me," she said quietly. "I don't give a fuck!" Chris literally felt himself seething with hatred for this girl. A hot vein of iron ran through his arms as he strained against the side of the house. Maybe if he pushed hard enough, he could tear down the goddamn wall. "I don't give two shits how scared you are, Becky. You just cost me the most perfect in my life." She seemed to wince at this but recovered quickly. "You did that when you let me go down on you." She was right. He knew it. He'd fucked up. And now he was looking for a way to deflect the blame from himself. His psyche wasn't ready to accept that responsibility. He clenched his jaw and there was a moment of silence between them. She had to look away again. "What's going on, Beck?" he asked, more controlled. But there was still an edge to his voice. "You said it was sex. You said it wasn't even sex, it was nothing." "I didn't say it was nothing," she bit back quickly. "I never said that." "You need to hear one thing very clearly," he said. "What we did has now become the biggest mistake I've ever made. Because I love her." And as he said it, he at last realized it was true. "Get your fucking jealousy under control. It might be with the rest of your clothes in Simon's room." Becky's eyes shot up to his suddenly, and that's when she remembered. She'd been so shocked when she saw the two of them in the hot tub that she'd forgotten she was wearing Simon's shirt. "Chris, it's not.." Her eyes started to water and she looked away. "No!" Chris punched the wall, scaring her back to his eyes. "Not in front of me," he growled. And with considerable effort, he was finally able to let go of the wall, stepping away from her and going back inside.