10 comments/ 39410 views/ 39 favorites All in Time Ch. 01 By: SwitchMami "They're moving in with us? Mom! There's hardly room for us, let alone those two!" Samantha huffed and leaned back in the deck chair, crossing her arms under her breasts, and bounced up when she felt the slight adjustment of the heavy plastic under her considerable weight. "Sammi, baby, I love Quentin, and Diondre lives with him for the same reason you live with me; it saved you money for your tuition to stay at home." Janine shook her head and Samantha watched the sun sparkle off of the few greys that had dared to peek through the darker auburn strands. "Besides, they've already moved their things over when you were at your final classes today. So they've actually moved in with us. "Anyway, Diondre is an athlete, so I seriously doubt you'll even be running into him every single day." Her mother laughed and leaned back in her own chair, eyes narrowing behind her sunglasses as she surveyed the young woman leaning against the porch railing. I really should invest in those steel chairs that don't make her so nervous. The thought struck her, and she nodded to herself as she watched the way that Samantha tugged at her tee shirt, pulling it away from her body self-consciously as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. At five-foot-six, Samantha was average in height, but exceptional in so many other ways. She'd gotten the best of both worlds from her parents: her father's big blue eyes, and her mother's silken red hair and flawless skin. Long fingers from Andrew, and she could play the piano just as beautifully as her father had. She was heavier, and she hated her body, always wishing she were slim and trim, no matter how much Janine encouraged her that she was a vision. The curvy eighteen-year-old sighed and leaned over the railing, mentally cursing her size-twenty body, forgetting her mother as she began to think of what life would be like with two men in the house now. It had always been just her and her mom, ever since her father had walked out when she was a newborn. Would she be fenced in suddenly? With a family, would she not get the private time that she'd come to love? Damn, I hope I can maintain my privacy. Her eyes opened wide and she froze for several long moments. Two bathrooms, was all she kept thinking, and the one belongs to Mom and Quentin, leaving me and Diondre to share the small one up the hall. Great. She shook her head and turned as her mother left the deck, belatedly hearing the gravelly crunch of a car pulling up the long driveway. Samantha twisted her hair nervously as she heard laughter, low and male, and smoothed her hands down her hips, tugging at the hem of her shirt again. Ugh, a brother. And he's older, too! She'd always longed for a sibling, but generally a sister to talk to, not a brother. Another adjustment that would have to be made. She straightened as Janine rounded the corner, and blinked in surprise as two incredibly tall black men followed her. Quentin, she knew from previous meetings and dinners, was the shorter of the two, though not by much. He stood an easy six-foot-three, his hair still a solid black, with a high forehead, and wide lips that creased in an easy smile when he saw her on the porch. "Sammi!" His voice was deep, and he waved, moving with an easy grace up to porch steps to hug her. In reflex, and because she did genuinely like Quentin, Samantha wrapped her arms around the big man, hugging him back. "This is Diondre, my son...." He shifted slightly and waved the taller young man close. "Diondre, this is Samantha, your new sister." "Step-sister." Samantha muttered softly, and reluctantly held out her hand to Diondre, finally getting a closer look at the young man who'd be invading her quiet life. He was somewhere around six-foot-six, she guessed, and his hair was closely cropped to his skull, with wide dark eyes and a brooding stare that instantly made her squirm. His hand was warm as he wrapped it around hers, and she dropped her eyes, noting that he kept his nails trimmed and short. She cleared her throat and nodded. "It's nice to meet you, Diondre. I've got to, umm, go put my things away now ... from class!" And without another glance, she dashed into the house, almost slamming the door in her haste to escape her new brother. Casting his dad and stepmother a bemused smile, he shrugged and chuckled. "I guess she doesn't like big black guys, after all." * * * Really? God, why did you have to give me a hottie for a brother? Couldn't you have made him a short, dumpy guy instead? Samantha huffed and threw her bag onto the bed, and slowly gathered some clean clothes to go take a shower. It had been a long, grueling day, and nothing soothed her frazzled nerves like a hot shower, and she was already humming to herself as she walked down the hall, and shut the bathroom door with a click. Turning some music on through her phone, she sang along as she leaned into the stall and turned the knob to get the water warm as she undressed. She dropped her shirt and bra by the toilet and sighed, unbuttoning her jeans while humming to herself. The door opened and she squealed, scrambling for her shirt as she stared wild-eyed up at Diondre, who stood in the opening with his own dark orbs wide in surprise. Her cheeks pinkened and she blinked up at him as he just continued to look at her. "Get out!" She cried and sank onto the closed lid of the toilet, completely unaware that the shirt she clutched barely covered the swell of one generous breast, leaving the pale aureola and dusky tip of one heavy mound bare for his gaze. Diondre licked his lips and leaned one shoulder against the doorjamb. "Getting ready for a shower, eh, Creampuff?" He grinned as her eyes widened and the blush on her cheeks deepened in what he only guessed had to be anger. Samantha sat straight, eyes flashing, and dropped the shirt to her lap, forgetting her near-nakedness as she was filled with sudden fury. "Creampuff? We just met, like twenty-five minutes ago, and you're calling me a creampuff?" "Hey, I just came in to take a piss, girl. Didn't expect to see all that white flesh when I came in to pee." Diondre lifted a shoulder in a shrug and straightened. "So, can I pee?" "No! I need to shower. Go pee upstairs, and leave me alone!" Samantha stood and shoved on Diondre's chest, just hard enough that he stumbled back and blinked as the door stopped a mere inch from his nose. She huffed and finished undressing, stepping into the thankfully still-warm spray, tugging the curtain closed as she tipped her face up to the raining droplets. She set her hands on the slick tile wall and bowed her head, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm her pounding heart. Boy, he had some nerve! To think that I'd actually let him use the bathroom while I'm half-naked. She scoffed, reaching for her shampoo, and let the music and hot water wash over her as she finally got to take her shower in relative peace. Half an hour later, scrubbed fresh and clean, with her long hair twisted up under a towel, Samantha opened the bathroom door and waltzed out into the hallway, smack into Diondre. Spluttering, she dropped her clothes, nearly toppling over with the sudden halt, and was slightly shocked when she felt a hand wrap around her upper arm. She blinked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and he grinned, his hand slowly lifting. Samantha's cheeks immediately blazed like fire as she stared at her little pink-and-grey-striped panties dangling from his dark fingers, and she snatched at them. "Give me those!" Her voice was a not-so-quiet demand as he held them a little higher, hooking his other finger into the side, lifting them over her head, spreading them open. "Damn, girl, and your ass fills these?" His laughter was rich, and he wiggled the soft cotton almost derisively overhead. "Damn you, I said give them back!" She jumped, and managed to snag the dangling crotch with her fingertips, just getting enough leverage as she dropped to tug them from his fingers. She stuffed them inside her robe and bent to retrieve the rest of her fallen clothes, making sure that her bra was stuffed between her shirt and pants. "What's the matter, Creampuff? Hasn't a guy ever seen your panties before?" Diondre's brows arched as he chuckled, only infuriating Samanthaa more as she shouldered past him to move closer to her bedroom. "No, as a matter of fact.... Nobody has." Her response was quiet, so low he almost didn't hear it, and he blinked after her in surprise, just staring at her door as it clicked shut. Inside the peaceful quiet of her room, she leaned against the door, blinking at the tears that she refused to let fall. Nobody had ever made her feel so bad about being a virgin before, and yet Diondre made her blush and make quiet admissions about things that she didn't have any intentions to share. Damn him! She threw her clothes at the laundry basket, and growled when they all slammed into the front, scattering around it rather that inside of it. She bent to scoop them up, and glared at the offending panties that fell from the neckline of her robe, and shoved the entire lot deep into the hamper. Her phone! Groaning at the sudden memory of it sitting cheerily on the back of the toilet, she realized she'd better go fetch it before it fell into the pot, or something. Maybe into the hands of her stupid stepbrother. Opening her door, her eyes flew wide again as she saw Diondre leaned against the wall just outside, almost in the exact position where she'd left him, his gaze focused on the pink and grey cell phone in his hands. Her cell phone! "What do you think you're doing? That's mine!" She charged at him, and reached for the phone that he deftly raised out of her arm's reach. Swearing to herself about his height, she braced a hand on his chest, and jumped for it in the same manner she'd gotten her panties. Sadly, the phone didn't dangle and was still several inches from her grasp, and she was unaware that her bouncing had draped her robe open, giving Diondre an almost unobstructed view of her bouncing breasts. "Hey, I found it in the bathroom." His response was almost a murmur as he watched the soft globes jiggle and shudder with each jump. With a tiny, almost evil grin, he wiggled the phone, enticing more of her anger, and watched with delight as she bounced harder. "Didn't know whose it was, so I was having a look-see to figure it out." Her soft nipples were rubbing against the terry-cloth and seemed to be getting hard in response to the light stimulation, which his body totally understood, as he felt himself growing against his jeans and the touch of her tummy brushing against him. Let's see.... The little virgin might not even have a clue. "Like hell! All you had to do was ask Mom if it was hers, and she'd have told you it was mine!" Samantha's brain was starting to register that she was jumping around in front of Diondre in nothing but her robe, but she wanted her phone back, and was getting closer to her prize. Diondre lowered the phone another inch, teasing his hot little step-sister, and smoothed his free hand carefully over the tasty curve of her hip, gently bringing her closer so that she was rubbing directly against his erection with each hop and bounce. He bit his full lip and restrained a moan at the great pressure, and rocked her gently back and forth. Samantha felt his hand on her, almost burning her through the pale violet robe, and she blinked as her body noticed the hardness against her belly, her fingers stilling against his arm, and slowly lowering to his shoulder as she looked up into his face. Caught up in the moment, she felt tingles erupt deep in her lower body, but her eyes were fixated on his dark face and the heat she saw there. Though she knew it was just having a woman against him, not her, she blushed and pressed into him instinctively, and gasped as his hand slid down, cupping her ass to drag her closer. Her body was pliant as she leaned into him, and he made a low sound in his throat as he dropped his other hand to cup her breast, nearly exposed to his hungry eyes. It took one little tug, and her flesh was a feast for his eyes. So pale, so white against his dark hand. The contrast made his cock flex against her, and his thumb gently rolled one nipple, drawing a gasp from her, making her eyes flutter closed. The pleasant tingle sprung to life, flaring into a throbbing warmth between her legs, her back arching as his fingers touched untested flesh. His hand on her hip shifted, and dipped inside the hem of her robe to carress her plump ass and lift her slightly, making him groan at the pressure against his aching cock. He widened his thighs and drew higher between them, rocking his throbbing erection against her soft pubic mound as the phone tumbled, forgotten, to the floor. Her palms went to his chest and she shuddered as his fingers plucked and carefully twisted the tip of her breast, a quiet whimper slipping from her lips as he squeezed her cheek in his big hand. It was so warm. She never wanted it to leave, but squirmed her hips to assauge the sudden ache in her untried depths as his fingers rubbed at the soft skin of her ass. Trembling fingers lifted, cupping his neck, not realizing she was grinding herself against his hardness, and he growled softly as his cock jumped in his jeans. As his head dipped, intent on finding the tight little pink nipple that beckoned his lips, the sounds of a phone ringing jerked Samantha back to reality. Her eyes went wide, all traces of heat leaving them, and she jerked from his embrace. Her chest heaved as she stared at him with one delicious-looking breast bared. "Why- You ... we.... No!" She turned and fled down the short hall into the bedroom, the door slamming hard, leaving Diondre to swear, still leaning against the wall, shocked to find himself so attracted to his annoying little step-sister. Bending, he picked up the ringing phone, and slid it carefully under her door. With that little moment stuck in his brain, he wandered down the hall to his own room. He needed to figure out what we was going to do about this, and, of course, jerk off and imagine spraying his cum all over her delectable pink-tipped tits. *** Copyright ©2013 Mabry Michaels. This story may not be reproduced in any manner, without the express permission of the author. *** This is just to see if there's a following for this particular story. Feedback in the form of emails or comments is appreciated. Let me know if you think I should continue the sordid tale of Sammi and Diondre! All in Time Ch. 02 The scene at the dinner table was a tense one, with the older couple one one side of the table. Sammi tugged on her skirt and slipped into a chair opposite from her mother, and gave Quentin a quick smile when he playfully flipped a napkin at her. He was a good man, and he'd been amazing to her mother. They'd been together for two years now, and the entire time both Janine and Sammi had been aware that he had a son of his own who was away at college on a scholarship. Her sixteen-year-old self had been wary of the eloquent black man that was suddenly in her life, fearful that he wanted to take her mother away; within six months, she didn't see Quentin's skin color anymore, just the dedication and love he felt not only for her mother, but for her, too. It was strange to her how people still looked at them when they would go out together: a tall, handsome black man and two white women, one of which wore a wide, sparkling ring. Sammi thought that people that hadissues with interracial relationships had gotten over themselves, but a simple trip to the grocery store sometimes proved her wrong. She'd wondered what her mother saw in him at first, but he was an absolute gentleman... it was a shame that his son wasn't. Sammi cut a glance at Diondre as he dropped into the chair beside her at the table, and he grinned and tossed his arm over the back of her chair. "Hey there, sis. Anything exciting happen today?" His question was bland, and recalling their forbidden moments in the hallway not even three hours ago, her face flamed red. Remembering the way she'd longed for the feel of his mouth on her nipples caused a shiver to race up her spine and tightened the sensitive buds, and her scalp tightened. * * * Diondre's smile widened as the quiet girl turned a pretty pink all over and shook her head, grabbing at her glass of tea. He wondered if that rosy color extended to the tasty swells that he'd felt earlier, and had to shift a little as he felt his cock thicken and swell in response to the images in his head. God, how he'd longed to taste them, too. And knowing no man had ever seen even what he had made his hunger for her even more. Jesus, man, you're acting like some damn teenager again over this little girl! But then again, she wasn't so little, and thankfully far from a girl. He cleared his throat and shrugged at something his dad had said, and they started catching up on his classes and recent games. Both Janine and Sammi remained mostly quiet, and he shrugged at his dad's raised brows. Janine watched her daughter quietly, picking up on some odd emotion she couldn't quite pin down. With a slight shake of her head, she decided that if Sammi wanted to talk about it, she'd come to her. Her baby was an adult now, and she wouldn't try and coddle her, even if she did still live at home. She'd get some room, even though she didn't ask for it. "Oh, and a little birdie told me that it's someone's birthday next weekend!" Janine grinned, and looked between father and son, chuckling as Diondre laughed and rolled his eyes, throwing a napkin at his father. "I'll just bet that birdie is a pain in my ass!" "How old will you be?" Sammi's quiet question surprised him, and he sat back and looked at her, lips still wide in a smile. "Twenty-five." As Sammi's brows arching, he added, "I graduate next year, and will probably be drafted into the Major Leagues, the way my agent is talking." Sammi nodded, her lips lifting slightly as she recalled that Diondre was a baseball player, one of the most sought-after on his team according to his father. Quentin often bragged about his son's throwing arm, saying he could rival the best of the current pitchers on the major teams now. "And the girls here say that I'm biased!" Quentin's laughter was big and bold, just like the man himself, and he was quickly pelted with napkins and teasing comments. Diondre rolled his eyes and finished off the last of his dinner, and stood. "If you all don't care, I'm gonna step outside for a few. Get some fresh air and maybe take a walk." Waved away, he nabbed his light jacket from the coat rack by the door and stepped outside. In the silence of the early evening, he had nothing to distract himself from thoughts of Sammi. He felt like an ass for the way he'd been behaving toward her earlier, but he didn't ever recall having such an instant attraction to a chick ever. It unsettled him, the way he was immediately drawn to her like a magnet. Normally, he'd have just flirted with her; leaning in close, whispering sweet nothings. Little touches here and there, lingering and soft. But no, not with this one. His step-sister, for crying out loud! He paused on the sidewalk, kicking a clod of dirt back into the grass. What am I supposed to do with this, Big Man? He cast his glance upwards to the stars twinkling dimly in the light. Diondre hadn't attended church services regularly in his life, but he was aware that cousins and such married and hooked up in the Bible. What's the harm with having some fun with a step-sister, then? 'Sammi ain't that kind of girl, dumb ass.' Scoffing at the quiet whispers of his conscience, he shrugged and turned down the street. He knew there was no use in arguing with himself. What little he knew of Janine, and from what his dad has told him, Sammi was a typical "good girl". She wasn't the casual-sex type, and definitely not the no-strings type of friend he'd gotten used to having at school. 'There's your choices, genius. Long-term, or leave her be.' Now, damn it, was the process of choosing which was going to be the option that wouldn't drive him--and the raging erections she gave him--out of his mind. * * * She was a shadowy silhouette on the back porch by the time he got home. He'd wandered around the neighborhood for a good hour before he headed back to the house, still unclear as to what he was going to do about the bewitching girl he was sharing a home with. Leaning against the corner of the house, he watched her for quiet moments as he listened to their parents laughter filtering out of the kitchen windows. * * * Something wasn't adding up. Sammi frowned into the back yard, folding her arms onto the top of the porch railing, thinking--still? again?--of her new family member. The intelligent, talented young man Quinten bragged about was a far cry from the bossy, insolent guy that barged in on her shower. Or was it the other way around? How could one man be two dfferent people? Or maybe... maybe he was tired from classes? Could it have just been a bad moment? It had been only one day. Maybe he needed time to adjust. After all, it couldn't be easy for him, either. And he had a few years on her. Sighing, she rested her chin on an upraised hand, and smiled as the breeze tumbled and dipped, causing her skirt to dance around her legs. She loved the outdoors; there was no place she'd rather be.... Well, normally. Curls of hair fluttered across her neck, the little tickle reminding her of the way Diondre's breath had fanned against her skin as he her her against him. It was maddening, the way he'd made her feel in that moment. She groaned and dropped her forehead to the wooden railing, jumping when the steps squeaked behind her. Diondre looked startled as she whirled, gasping in surprise, and she could have sworn he blushed as he stepped up on the porch with her, tossing his windbreaker on one of the chairs. "Sorry I scared you," his mumble was quiet as he leaned next to her, eyes on the stars. "In fact, I've gotta apologize for more than just that. I'm sorry about earlier." Diondre's chocolate eyes were sincere as he shifted to gaze down at her. Brows raised, Sammi crossed her arms and just looked back at him. "Earlier?" "Barging in on you in the bathroom. Being an insolent dick. You know, acting like an ass." The corner of his lips quirked as he remembered how she'd looked bouncing down for her shirt when he'd come in as she got ready for her shower. "Taking my cell phone." Nails scraped at the soft cotton on her arm, and she blinked as she watched the sincerity in his eyes melt into something she didn't recognize. "No," his murmur was quiet, just above a whisper as he moved close, curling his hand around one of her arms, thumb rubbing slowly. "I'll never be sorry for touching you." The warm chocolate of his eyes flared. "For not tasting you, yes. But that's going to come, and soon." Hypnotized, she found herself lost in his eyes, the cadence of his voice lulling her into some state of arousal as his thumb slid against the tender flesh on the inside of her elbow. She shifted on her feet, rubbing her thighs together to ease the throbbing ache that flared instnatly to life with his tiny strokes. His other arm came up around her waist, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt to just as softly caress the skin above her waistband. She found herself moving against him, her pink tongue sliding out to wet her darker, rosy lips. Diondre couldn't keep his eyes off of her mouth, and a groan rumbled in his chest at the sight of her tongue rubbing along the flesh he longed to taste. He wet his own lips in response, and drew her closer, the hand at her elbow slipping to boldly cup her breast. Sammi's thoughts were in a haze, she was lost in sensation as Diondre touched her again. Her head angled, tipping back so she could look up at him even as her lashes fluttered low. He was hard against her stomach, and she whimpered as his fingers tightened on her skin, massaging and squeezing. The little sound she made caused him to draw her even tighter, his arm pulling her flush against him as his head dipped, closing on her mouth. Her hands slipped over his chest as his breath fanned her lips, causing her to tremble. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lifted to her tiptoes, pressing her aching mound to his hardness; shivers rocked up her spine and she vaguely heard him swear, felt it on her lips as he hovered over her. Shuddering, her eyes opened as she felt something wet lightly run along her mouth, and she moaned as she realized her was tracing his tongue along her plump lower lip. Before she could even think, her own slipped out and brushed his, and he pulled back in surprise even as her eyes flew wide at her boldness. Something like a growl rumbled in his chest and his hands went to her waist, lifting her fully against him, crushing her into his chest. Trapping her in his arms, his head lowered and he brushed his lips lightly over hers, his tongue dipping out to trace the pink seam as she shivered. A noise like a shot made them both freeze and pull apart, and then they heard the laughter of their parents. "Kids! Come inside, we're having some champagne to celebrate!" Sammi was braced against the railing, hands tight on the wood to keep her upright on her trembling knees. She lifted her head, eyes wide and lips damp from his kiss as she blinked up at him. His gaze roved her body, noting her nipples were like beacons of arousal as her body shuddered softly. Diondre's eyes were wide, nostrils flared as he stood with his hands fisted at his sides. His chest heaved as he sucked in shallow breaths, and she couldn't help but look further down. Her cheeks flamed as she saw the bulge beneath his jeans, and she bit her lip as she realized she had caused that. Her eyes lifted to his, and they both wet their lips as they listened to their parents' happy laughter inside. "We shouldn't do this," her whisper was soft. "We can't help the way we feel," his reply was quiet as he moved closer again, not touching her. "It's just ... it's only physical!" Sammi looked up at him, eyes quietly begging, "We don't even know each other. It doesn't make sense." Smiling crookedly, he lifted a hand to her arm. "All the more reason to explore it. We owe it to each other to find out why we want each other." Sammi shook her head and moved away from him, toward the door. "My mother is married to your father; we can never be anything more than what we are. It's not right." Her words rang with determination as she stepped inside, but Diondre smiled into the night. ~0~0~ Copyright USA All Rights Reserved ©2013 Mabry Michaels. This story may not be reproduced in any manner, without the express permission of the author. All feedback is appreciated, and the story will have more chapters coming as soon I have the time to put them here! All in Time Ch. 03 Samantha stared at the RA's door with a look of disbelief on her pretty face. She shook her head and blinked, looking again at the placard on the door; it read the same thing as before. Diondre Freeman, Resident Advisor. She'd returned to school after a week of successfully avoiding time alone with Diondre, fearing what would happen if he got closer to her. She'd longed for the start of class, when both of them would return to their respective schools. In light of the wakening of her body, and realizing that she was probably the last remaining eighteen-year-old virgin in the country, she'd opted for co-ed housing, much to her mother's dismay. "Now, Janni...." Quentin had reached out to stroke her mother's arm as Janine opened her mouth to argue her daughter's choice. "This is a good thing. She needs to get out there and start dating. Just because it's co-ed doesn't mean she'll be doing what the other girls will." Quentin glanced over at her and winked, a smile creasing his dark chocolate face. At her mother's hesitant nod of agreement, he continued. "From knowing Sammi, she's better than all that; she won't sleep around. She's got a good head on her shoulders." Her mother had finally acquiesced and shrugged; Samantha slumped in relief that her stepfather had managed to talk her mother into agreeing. She was glad Quentin had been on her side; a part of her had been terrified that they'd both be against it. Even though she was of age now, she still wanted her mother's approval, and she had signed the FASFA paperwork when Samantha had signed up for her financial assistance and student loans. But she was tired of being the only virgin that she knew. It was a little embarrassing, and the small group of friends that she had was constantly trying to set her up with some guy from one of the local frat houses to "fix her problem." Sammi had always turned them down, laughed and just not gone to the party she'd been invited to. But now she needed to get her mind off of a certain tall, dark and very handsome man. As soon as she got settled in her room again, she'd be shooting a text off to Melanie and Rachel to see where the latest party was set for. She had to settle this however, now that she was back in her assumed haven. She was supposed to be free of her sexy stepbrother. But he was her RA. Samantha blinked back tears of frustration and leaned back against the wall, dropping her head back with a muted thunk! and sighed. God, what am I going to do? I swear, if he makes faces at me when I'm with another guy, I'll choke him! "Creampuff?" She nearly jolted when the familiar voice broke into her reverie with the strange nickname only one man dared call her. Samantha couldn't help but notice the smile and excitement in Diondre's voice. With a low groan, she opened her eyes to look up at him. He stood in the doorway to his room, his smile revealing bright white teeth. Excitement showed on his face as he held out a hand, stepping to the side. "Please, come in! I didn't realize you went to school here." He chuckled as she shook her head in response, knowing it wasn't because of what he'd said. "Sure you didn't." Her retort was dry, and she rolled her eyes as she moved to stand on the other side of the jamb. "I really didn't!" Diondre straightened, dropping his hand, feeling slightly foolish for holding it out as long as he had. "Dad suggested I look at transferring schools since this place is three times the size of where I was. More scouts, more opportunities. I applied for a transfer here, and was accepted almost immediately. Now I've just got to...." He trailed off, and watched Samantha's cheeks pinken while she stared over his shoulder. Turning, Diondre's spine stiffened, and he swallowed thickly. The door into the dorm cross-ways to his room had swung open slightly, and a couple was sitting on the dorm bed; after a moment, he had to reach down and adjust himself in his chinos. The girl was astride her boyfriend, short skirt hiked around her hips as his palm covered one bared cheek of her ass. She was topless, and her head was thrown back while he appeared to be sucking on her breasts. It wasn't merely this spectacle that had the unintentional voyeurs gaping in surprise, but rather the hand that gripped her ass had a finger hooked around the string of her thong panties, holding it to the side as she impaled herself on a very thick cock that was already shiny with her juices. The muffled groans grew louder, and Samantha moved closer to Diondre as the petite girl's back bowed, her hips slamming down on her lover as she neared an obvious—and very loud—orgasm. Diondre shook himself and stepped over, shutting the door as the girl's cries filtered into the hallway. Gripping Samantha's hand, he pulled her deeper into the room with the intentions of taking her mind off of what they'd just seen. Her eyes were wide and glassy, cheeks flushed a pretty pink as she sat, unthinking, on his bed. Her hand shook just a little as she lifted it, opening a couple of buttons on her shirt to cool herself down. "I'm... sorry for that," Diondre's voice was soft and apologetic, and she looked up at him with shining eyes. "She...he...they were...." Samantha's voice was hoarse, and she shifted, hips squirming as she tried to fight the stirrings of arousal that were slipping into her veins. "I know." He moved to stand in front of her, his palm cupping her cheek as she blinked, obviously trying to gather her scattered thoughts. Diondre hissed in surprise when she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, her cheek pressing into his shirt above his belt buckle. He ground his teeth, urging his cock to stay down as he felt her soft breasts press into his thighs. It was the first time that she had ever voluntarily touched him, and he was in a strange limbo of heaven and hell as he fought to control himself. A dark hand slid into her soft hair, cupping her head in response to lurid thoughts of them in this position, with his pants around his knees and his thick cock encircled by her pale fingers. He groaned, feeling his length thicken and swell, pressing against his briefs. Dammit, why does she take control of me like this? White girl got me by the dick! He chuckled to himself, and froze when her face shifted, nuzzling into his stomach. * * * Mmm, he smells so good...feels so warm. Samantha's eyes were still closed as she revisited the short scene she'd witnessed just moments earlier with Diondre. She'd never watched porn; hadn't ever been brave enough to use the family computer to search for the videos she knew were online. She'd never let a guy get beyond kissing her, or feeling her breasts through her shirt. 'Junior-high stuff' was what her few friends in high school has teasingly called it. Samantha was aware of what a penis looked like in its flaccid state, and even erect... but there was just something so wildly erotic and forbidden about seeing it so red and slick. It not only made her nipples tingle and tighten, but her vagina now ached, clenching instinctively at the thought of something so beautifully menacing delving deep inside her most secret place. Diondre was warm, even through his shirt, and she rubbed her cheek and nose against him. She let herself drift into a foggy state, and even though she knew it was wrong, she found herself trying to imagine them like the couple they'd witnessed in an intimate moment. A dark hand on the fleshy curve of her hip, fingers digging in to hold her against him as he thrust upward, his dark cock breaching the creamy pink recesses of her body.... She shuddered and swallowed thickly; shaking her head to clear it of the erotic images, she trembled when her nose pressed into the warm flesh directly before her. Samantha blinked, her eyes widening as she looked at the deep mocha skin her nuzzles had exposed. Angling her face up to look into his dark, heated eyes, she squirmed a little in response to his fingers tightening in her hair. She gazed up at him, her eyes wide and curious even as they showed warm and inviting with arousal, making him groan in need. "Baby girl, you better stop lookin' at me like that unless you want this...." He thrust his fingers deeper into her curls, hips rocking into her as she blushed, her tongue slipping out to trace her lips. He watched the way her eyes went wide, and he licked his lips when her hands drifted over the small of his back, her fingers teasing against the waistband of his chinos. She had no idea as to the effect she was having on him, of that he was certain; didn't know that the way her fingers danced across his back made him long to feel them on his stomach and lower, or the way her breasts pushing against his legs made him yearn to have them naked against his chest. "Want...?" Sammi's voice was low, throaty, and she blinked slowly up at him. She tingled all over. It was like their previous two encounters, only this time she felt a deeper longing; one she didn't know how to handle. Her body was reacting on auto-pilot, responding on pure extinct as the pleasurable ache grew stronger deep within her core. Fingers dipped into his pants, and Diondre shuddered while her fingernails seemed to innocently scrape over his skin. He tugged gently on her hair as he bent, lifting her face as his mouth descended to hers. He groaned in satisfaction at her slight whimper, and his thumbs brushed along her jaw when his tongue swept against her lips. Her world spun on its axis as Diondre kissed her, and she found herself wanting to feel him against her; his heated skin against hers as his tongue filled her mouth, wiping away all other thoughts. He was aware that Sammi was shifting, but he didn't care as long as it wasn't away from him. Her soft lips were like heaven, and her taste was honeyed sweetness. Her innocence was obvious, so he kept the kiss as light as he could, fighting his desire to crush her mouth and press her back into his mattress. Whimpering, Sammi lifted, shifting again as her fingers tugged at the buttons on her shirt. Her hands slid up his back, and she went weak inside when he pressed against her. Moaning her surrender, she found herself leaning backward against his pillows. The linen was cool against her burning flesh, even through her thin shirt; a welcome contrast to the blazing inferno assaulting her frontside. Diondre was like a furnace as his kisses deepened, making her shiver, his free hand dropping to rest against her collarbone. His cock jumped in his shorts when her back arched instinctively in response, and he knew what she wanted. Fingers splaying, he dragged his palm slowly down over her flesh, twitching again at the sensation of the sharp little point in his palm as he curled his hand over her, squeezing and massaging the virgin flesh through her bra. Samantha's whimper was quick and low, her back arching further as her core heated to a degree unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was divine and torturous at the same time, the pressure there increasing the ache she'd felt before, but now a new one flamed to life at the warmth covering her sensitive skin. With more than half of her buttons undone, it was so easy to rub his thumb against the lacy edge that cupped her flesh, and he pulled back to nip her lower lip. She was hard against his palm, and he squeezed gently again, loving the way her body arched, and the tiny whimper that escaped her lips. Releasing his hold on her hair, he snaked his way down to free the rest of the buttons on her shirt before curling his arm around her waist. He held her snuggly against him, and dipped his thumb deeper, rubbing it against the tight peak that was begging for his lips.... *** It was like nothing she'd ever experienced, the touch of a man. Not even the romance novels she'd devoured could ever begin to describe the slow ribbon of heat that slowly unfurled deep inside her. A gentle tremble she couldn't control gently shook her entire body as his lips slid from hers and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and along her neck. Diondre's tongue flicked out over the pulse that visibly throbbed in her neck, his teeth grazing as his fingers delved into the cup of her bra, lifting her milky flesh free of its confinement. Flushed with arousal, her skin was even more lovely than he remembered. It looked so delicate and pale, contrasting sharply with his as he thumbed the deep pink tip again. Sammi's whimper went unheeded as he ran his jaw along the gentle swell of her breast. The taste of her skin drove him mad, and he nuzzled further down, the slight growth of whiskers along his jaw rasping the sensitive peak before his lips gently touched the tightened bud. Sammi squirmed, arching on a sharp little gasp at the gentle touch; she melted when his warm lips parted and his tongue curled around the suddenly aching point. Her hands cupped his neck, holding him against her as her hips moved of their own accord. Her insides had begun to clench, writhing to some unknown beat as Diondre sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her eyes drifted closed when he shifted and thrust himself against her, then they flew back open upon the realization that her skirt had somehow ridden up around her hips, leaving nothing covering her but her favorite pair of pink and grey panties. 'The same panties from the day we met!' was her fleeting thought before Diondre rocked again, pressing against her and making her soft, pliant body tremble and thrust instinctively against his much firmer one. 'God, nothing had ever felt this good....' * * * Diondre's body was on fire from her passionate, innocent response. He needed this; needed to touch her, taste her, feel her come undone because of him. The annoying voice inside his head berated him for lusting after his sweet, untouched stepsister, but the man in him yearned to be the first one to give her this pleasure. His hands curled over her hips, and he nearly groaned when he realized nothing was keeping him from her but her panties. Fingers flexing against the soft cotton, he grazed his teeth against her nipple before fluttering it with his tongue. Growling as her body clenched and rubbed against him, he hastily opened his belt, drawing his fly down enough to lower his pants to his hips before thrusting against her as his palms once again filled with her hips. Her body was soft, so soft, and he shuddered as her thighs held him close, body arching as he rubbed his throbbing cock against her; feeling her grow even hotter and wetter with each lunge of his hips. He worked her thick little nipple in his mouth, eyes opening to lift, watching her face as he slid his hands inside the back of her panties; clutching the creamy globes of her ass, he thrust against her and began to grind. Sammi's eyes opened in shocked pleasure as he rubbed hard against her clitoris. She felt the heat and hardness of him more than before, and a part of her brain realized that he was only in his boxers now. Nearly naked in his bed, covered by his hot body, her flesh crying for something she'd never experienced, she didn't care. "Di-Dion..Diondre....." she panted, focusing on his mouth and the heat spreading from where he rocked against her. It was so intense that it bordered on pain, but she found herself lifting her hips into his, and soon had him moaning against her breast as she found his rhythm. He tightened up, his back tensing as his cock slipped through the slit in his briefs; cursing as it came into contact with the slick wetness of her panties. She was so fucking hot, so wet, so ready for him. Hearing her whisper his name as she was lost in her pleasure almost made him cum, but he wasn't ready for that yet. Diondre lifted his mouth from her nipple, and grinned hotly at the tiny whimper that escaped her lips. His mouth settled against her neck, licking and lightly sucking as his fingers tightened on her ass, angling her hips upward so that the underside of his cock could skate over the nubbin of her clit. Sammi cried out, her hands sliding to cup his shoulders, thighs curling over his hips as he settled into a faster tempo. Her nipples were tight pebbles against his tee shirt as each thrust of his hips made her muscles clench tighter, fanning the flames deep inside her into a raging inferno. "That's it, baby girl. Don't fight it," he purred into her skin, hips rolling into hers, grinding on each downthrust so that his cock was working her clit. "Let it happen, creampuff. Let go for me." His words skittered over her damp flesh, and she closed her eyes against the sensory overload, focusing inward. The pressure inside her increased tenfold, and a part of her heated more as she heard the jingle of his belt as he moved over her. The image of him against her turned, and she could suddenly see them on his bed just like this, only naked. His dark skin sheened with sweat as he thrust into her, filling her body like the couple from earlier, her hands pinned over her head as his cock speared into her wet, willing body. She gave in to the raging demands of her body, and cried out, stiffening in his arms as her pleasure exploded, and came for him. It was too much, feeling her gush into her panties, and he thrust harder, trying to lengthen her orgasm before letting himself go against her thigh. His eyes widened as her thin panties gave way and his cock slipped inside her, taking her in the way he'd wanted to for weeks. Sammi stiffened as the burning pain invaded her orgasm, and she felt herself clutching his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she blinked up at him. Diondre shuddered, his back arching as his body responded to the extremely tight channel sucking at his cock, thrusting deeper into her once, twice, and a third time. He groaned long and low as his cock swelled, spurting his cum deep inside her. Still blinking, her mouth open in awe and shock, Sammi trembled in his arms as Diondre rode his orgasm, watching him stiffen over her as he shuddered, his hips jerking gently against hers. "Jesus, fuck...." Panting heavily, he pulled his hands out of her panties and set them on the bed beside her waist. He watched in slight horror as a drop of his sweat fell onto her exposed breast. He realized what had just transpired. She lay beneath him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and dewy, eyes wide as her body slowly cooled. His softening cock slipped from her clutching channel, and his gaze dropped down, watching as a creamy drop of his cum escaped her body. "Dear God, what did we just do?" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is a complete work of fiction. Any characters resembling real persons, alive or dead, is merely coincidental. Copyright USA All Rights Reserved ©2014 Mabry Michaels. This story may not be reproduced in any manner, without the express permission of the author. All in Time Ch. 04 Samantha gaped up at Diondre, her eyes trying to focus while her body trembled beneath him. 'Did we just...?' Her mind raced, heart pounding in her chest as she allowed her hands to fall from his shoulders, dropping limply onto the bed. She licked her lips, eyes wide as she stared. Her cheeks were pink, and Diondre held himself in check, curbing the desire to lean down and again take her lips with his. "I should-" Samantha stopped herself, biting her swollen lower lip when she realized that those chocolate eyes were on her mouth. Breath stopping somewhere in her lungs, she couldn't help be feel a little unbidden thrill as his gaze travelled from her lips, down her neck and over her torso. Samantha saw the flare of his nostrils, the dilation of his pupils as he stared at the reddened tips of her breasts. They were still damp from his suckling, though soft. He growled softly, leaning down to gently nuzzle the bud with his nose. His breath tickled across the peak, causing it to pucker instinctively before he shifted. His tongue slid out, and his eyes lifting to hers, cupped and lightly stroked the dark pink tip. Samantha whimpered, fingers curling into loose fists alongside her head as her palms tingled with the desire to touch him again. She longed to close her eyes, but the difference between her creamy, pale skin and his dark chocolate coloring kept her eyes glued on him. She trembled, and in reflex, lifted her hips into his. His hands curled under her hips and he pulled her tightly against him as he sucked her nipple completely into his mouth. The sound of her moan was like music to his ears, and Diondre couldn't help but recall the sounds she'd made moments before as she was lost in her orgasm. The soft, almost hesitant touch of her hands on his shoulders reminded him that it had been her first. He had been her first. You did a damn lousy job of it, man , he silently berated himself. Now you need to make up for it. He chuckled quietly, and brushed his tongue over the tight peak in his mouth as he moved her hips. Gently he moved her against his body, and felt his cock stir at her whimper. This changed things between them, he knew, and he'd be damned if this was the last time. "It's better, I promise." Diondre's whisper fanned over the damp, reddened tip of her breast as he lifted away. Moving to slowly lick the other, he continued. "I was too rough, and it wasn't what you deserved. It might hurt a little, but I'll try to make you forget." Sammi's eyes, which had fluttered closed, opened, and their deep sapphire color drew him in as he pressed his hardened length against her. They glittered, and he lifted his head, levering himself over her when he realized that her brilliant eyes were filled with tears. It was then that he mentally shook himself, and looked around them. Her skirt was a wrinkled mess around her waist, opened shirt crumpled beneath her body. His pants hung around his ankles while his cock poked through his boxers; his tee shirt lay damply against his skin. He'd taken her as if he were an animal. "You're not an animal." Her words made him realize that he must have spoken out loud, and he swore silently as he sat up and moved to sit beside her. Diondre hung his head, cradling it in his hands as the realization of what they'd actually done slammed into his gut. It barely registered to him as she sat up and tried to smooth down her skirt. Tearing his shirt over his head, he threw it at his laundry basket, not even caring when it missed and landed on the floor. He stood and pushed his pants off, leaving his boxers on, and tugged gently at her shirt. She stared up at him with wide eyes, trying to button her top even as he seemed determined to take it off of her. She blinked and gasped softly as he pushed her hands away and peeled the material from her shoulders, tossing it onto the floor. Diondre cupped her face in his hands, and smiled softly at her before leaning in and taking her lips in a deep kiss. One hand slipped back, cupping her head, while the other dropped and slid around her. He's taking off my bra. The thought barely had time to register in Sammi's mind before she felt him pulling it away from her body, and the weight of her breasts met his bare chest. God, that feels so nice. The blanket was still warm from her body earlier, and she melted back into it as Diondre continued to kiss her. His tongue slid past her lips, and she found herself clutching at him as the kiss deepened, his chest hair rasping pleasantly against her sensitive nipples. It seemed like forever as they laid there, making out and touching each other lightly. Sammi's giggles were slightly nervous, but light as his hands made short work of removing her skirt. It joined her shirt on his floor, followed quickly by her ruined panties. Diondre kissed his way down her neck, stopping to nibble at her collarbone, before skating down to settle at her nipple once again. Shivers raced up and down her spine as one of his hands travelled over her belly, gently caressing before trailing even lower. Her thighs came together, stopping his progress; she squeaked, eyes popping open to meet his slightly confused gaze. Sammie's cheeks were bright pink as she cleared her throat. "But you just ... Didn't you - I mean...." she trailed off, and Diondre couldn't help but chuckle as he realized her hesitancy. This sweet, innocent girl was worried because he'd spent himself inside of her. "I did." He nodded, smiling as he pressed a light kiss to her breast. Brushing his fingertips lightly over her mound and the crease of her thighs, he laughed softly. "And that's great. Knowing you're full of my cum only makes it hotter. Besides, I need to make it up to you." Sammi's cheeks were stained a bright pink as she nodded, and slowly opened her thighs. His fingers made quick work of finding the nubbin of her clitoris, and she sucked in a sharp breath on a whimper as he caressed it. Her legs fell open, and she moaned softly, arching her back and hips as his lips once again took her nipple captive. Diondre played her body like a fine violin; he was a master as his fingers slipped against her. Within minutes, her body trembled all over, and she whimpered and moaned as he alternated between rubbing at her clitoris with rapid speed, and stroking it with gentle circles. Lifting his head away from her breasts, Diondre held her against him as he caressed her, playing with the small bundle of nerves until he learned what made her gasp and shudder. He found her special rhythm, and soon her hands clutched at him, her fingers white. His cock pounded, aching for release with each whimper and cry, but he wanted to watch her come on his fingers before he filled her again. Sammi was breath-taking as her full body moved, and he gritted his teeth when her eyes flew open, blind, and nearly came against her thigh as her orgasm shook her. "That's it, baby, don't stop." He whispered assurances, moving himself between her shaking thighs as his fingers continued their assault. "Keep going." He encouraged her as he lifted her thighs against his, and removed his fingers from her pulsating clit. Centering himself at her opening, he cupped her hips and pressed in. His cock was instantly wrapped in her still-orgasming flesh, and he again gritted his teeth as her tight pussy enveloped him. Her cry made him freeze, hoping he hadn't hurt her, but he knew he couldn't stop. Brown eyes lifted from where he'd been watching his dark flesh disappear into her, and met her deep blue gaze. "I'm fine." Her voice was husky, and faltered slightly. "Just ... don't stop. Please!" Sammi's hands lifted to splay over his chest, and he nodded. His big hands slid lower, cupping her ass and hauling her against him as he stroked slowly in and out of her body. Her nails scraped against his chest with each thrust, and every whimper was heaven to him. She's so fuckin' tight. Fuck! Diondre swore, thrusting faster as sweat beaded on his brow. He was lost in her. Her pussy clenched, milking him with each stroke, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He intended for her to come again, one more time before he did, and freed one hand to rest on her mound. His thumb found her clit, and he thrust faster even as he found that rhythm that made her breath catch and muscles clench. Balls slapping against her ass, he felt them drawing up tight to his body as her moans turned to whimpers. Diondre knew he'd come soon, and moved his thumb faster, a little harder, and froze as she came. Sammi's pussy clamped around his cock, holding him deep inside her as she orgassmed, her body a taut line beneath him. As he watched her skin glow, and felt her contractions, he came; his seed rushed into her in white-hot ropes of cum boiling from his balls. Diondre groaned, then panted as he levered himself off, flopping down beside her. He moved close, and his arm went over her body, cuddling her as he kissed her damp shoulder. Her breathing was erratic, and her heart pounded as if it wanted to be free from her chest, but Sammi found that she couldn't move. She didn't want to, really. She'd never felt anything like this in her life, and that scared her. She pushed the thoughts away, and found herself drifting off to sleep alongside Diondre. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring, but for now, she was no longer a virgin. ~0~0~ So here is what many of you have doubtless been waiting for: the sizzling continuation of the sordid love story of Sammi and Diondre! After my crazy cliff-hanger (not to mention the crazy wait!) I decided to make this entire (shorter) chapter nothing but the dirty. Hopefully, it lived up to it's expectation. This isn't the end for these two. Oh, no. But life delayed me finishing this chapter, and though part five is in the works, it might be a longer wait. So stay tuned, and one day you'll see more! Thanks for reading so far, friends! All feedback (positive or negative) is not only welcomed, but appreciated!