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Maisie

By: demure101



(Thank you, DAwnj, for editing and retrieving!) 

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Rob Verpoorten sat on his air mattress under the flap of his tent. He'd walked part of the North Pennines walk that day and he was pleasantly tired and very satisfied with the day's activities. He was removing his walking boots. Then a quick shower, he thought, and then - there was a nice pub nearby, and he was hungry. They served good food, they said, and he was eager to try it out. 

He looked across the field. It was sparsely inhabited - a few tents, two caravans, one camper - a youngish woman was struggling to get her tent up nearby; she seemed to get rather exasperated with the unwieldy poles. He looked at her with some interest. She had a nice face, but she was getting quite infuriated as the tent didn't want to cooperate and he put on his slippers and got up to offer her a hand.

"Oh, yes please," she said, while she passed a hand over her forehead. "This doesn't seem to work at all."

"Could you put the poles out on the ground?" he said, and then he tried to put them together. He commented on the way he put it up, so she would know what to do next time, and it wasn't long before the tent was standing and they could hammer the pegs home.

"Thank you very much," she said, when they'd finished. 

"Not at all - I'm glad I could help out."

"I'm Maisie," she said, "Maisie Stearns."

He smiled at her. "Rob Verpoorten," he said and held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you," she said. "Er - are you British?" 

"No," he said. "I'm Dutch."

"I thought so," she said. "I knew a girl from Holland once, and she talked like you - the same accent, I mean." She blushed a little. 

He grinned. "There's no fooling you, is there?" he said. "Oh well, never mind. I get my way around."

"Yes," she said. "Is this campsite ok?"

"I think so - I only arrived yesterday. I've come to do some walking, and it's well situated for that. I was out all day."

"You'll go and cook?"

"No," he said. "I haven't brought enough gear for that, just for a cup of tea in the morning. I was about to go to the pub. Would you like to come along? I'd love to have someone to talk to!"

She looked at him for a moment, and wondered if it would be within her comfort zone - she was rather wary of men, and she didn't know this specimen at all. But it didn't look too dangerous and she decided to give it a try. "Don't mind if I do," she said.

"Alright then," Rob said. "I'll have a quick shower first - don't want to go out all smelly. Give me ten minutes, ok?"

He disappeared to the shower. She did have an interesting, intelligent face, he thought. Nice. Very nice... Brown eyes, and dark blonde hair that fell down to her breasts, a quiet smile - he had travelled alone for almost a fortnight now, and he felt a little low on human contacts. It was the first time he'd gone on holiday alone, after a disastrous marriage that had lasted for six years, and he had not felt attracted to a woman since. He hummed softly while he was showering.

When he returned he saw Maisie had dressed for the occasion. She wore a kind of blue frock that really suited her complexion. "Nice dress," he said. 

She smiled a little. "Shall I drive?" she said.

"It's only five minutes on foot, if you're not too tired."

"Let's walk then." She zipped up her tent, put a bag in the boot of her car and came along to the pub. 

"What part of the Netherlands are you from?" she asked. 

"I'm from the north," he said. "My village is so small not even all people from my own province have heard of it." 

To his relief he didn't have to tell her that no, he wasn't from Amsterdam; nor did she tell him she'd been there. "I live on a country lane. It's very narrow, and once you're past the houses there's a small wood. They're quite pleasant surroundings. But all on a small scale, and I prefer walking in England because of the views, and the people... The Dutch are far too blunt to my taste, and we have no mountains."

He looked at her and said, "And you? What part of the island are you from?"

"East Anglia," she said. "The Fens. I wouldn't feel too much out of place in your country; it's quite flat where I used to live, too. I live in Reading now, but I regularly go home to my mother's."

"Ok," he said. "I know the Fens a little. I went there after I'd read P.D. James."

"Death of an Expert Witness?" she said.

Rob nodded and grinned at her. 

"Yes - a good read." 

She smiled again. "Yes," she said. "She's quite good."

They discussed their favourite James novels until they reached the pub. They ordered from a wide selection of food and sat down at a small table with their drinks, talking about whodunits and other books. Rob professed a liking for poetry, and Maisie became quite enthusiastic at once. It appeared she was an avid reader of the stuff, with a broad knowledge of a good many poets, and she told him about a couple of her preferences he'd not heard of before.

"Wait a moment," he said, and produced a small notebook from his jacket. "Could you repeat those?"

They had a very nice meal, talking animatedly about all and sundry, and it was over before they knew. 

When they returned to the campsite Maisie said, "I've brought a bottle of wine. Would you care to have some with me?"

Rob would, and they kept on talking until far into the night. They arranged to have a nice ramble together the next day; Maisie was a keen walker and she had come to this place for the same purpose as Rob. 

The day broke very promising; there was a hint of fog that lifted while they were breakfasting together, and the sun beat down on the rugged terrain when they started out on their walk. They walked in silence at first, enjoying the views and the warm sunshine, and when they did start to talk they didn't speak much. 

They'd brought a rucksack with sandwiches and a thermos of coffee and when they had walked for ninety minutes they sat down to have a drink and a bite to eat. They grinned at each other, enjoying the togetherness of the moment. Maisie asked Rob what he did for a living, and when he told her he was a teacher she shook her head in surprise. 

"No," she said. "Really? So am I. What do you teach?"

It transpired they did the same work; both of them taught English in secondary school, and they had quite similar ideas about the job. 

"How on earth is it possible," Maisie said. "It is a small world, isn't it?"

Rob nodded. They continued on their way, talking animatedly about the many sides of their work, and from there on to the literature they liked, and how to teach it, and they kept comparing notes all afternoon. It was rather different from what they'd planned to do, but as least as stimulating, and they arrived back at base feeling very satisfied with their day's work. 

They had dinner together again, and they made a small fire afterwards. They cracked a bottle of wine Rob had brought, and they talked books and poetry, and then landscapes and towns; they had quite a similar taste, Rob thought. 

Maisie wondered how suddenly she'd struck up rapport with this foreigner. He had a funny accent, she thought, and he sometimes was a bit formal in his phrasing. Apart from that, she couldn't remember having had such fun nor having felt so at home with a man for a long time.

They went hiking for another two days - and then everything was suddenly over. The weather changed so drastically that they were driven away. The campsite got inundated, and everything was wet, and Maisie became very grumpy and uncommunicative. They packed their tents. Maisie decided to go and visit her mother, and she offered him a ride down to the Fens but he asked her if she could drop him at a station somewhere down the line.

It took them some time before they felt comfortable again. Maisie was very taciturn at first, but then she apologised for her sudden grumpiness. 

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have been like that - as if it were your fault. Wet things have bad associations for me." 

She looked at him and wondered if she ought to tell him; and then she decided that she might as well. 

"My father died when I was four," she said, "and mother stayed alone for a couple of years. Then she found a new boyfriend. I hated him, but he said he was very fond of me. He came to live with us, and in the holidays we went camping. We were on the river." 

She pressed her lips together and stared straight ahead, her eyes fixed on the road. 

"When mother went shopping he came up behind me and put his hand into my panties. I screamed! I screamed, and he got me round the neck and tried to choke me. Then he threw me into the river. I couldn't swim and I thought I would drown. Thank God two people saw it happen, and they got me out, and the bastard was arrested. Mother was so angry... I can't stand the idea of getting soaked ever since -- it always gets my hackles up..."

It still brought tears to her eyes after all those years. She sighed deeply and gave him a wry smile. "Sorry," she said. 

Rob shook his head. "That's bloody awful," he said. "There's no earthly reason for you to apologise."

He was silent for a long time.

"Did your mum feel guilty?" he finally said.

"Why?"

"Well, if she did, it must have made it very hard for her ever to find a nice new partner again."

Maisie pulled a face. "She's remained single," she said.

Rob nodded. "Poor woman," he said. "What about you?"

Maisie turned red when she realised the implications of his first question. She smiled nervously at him.

"I er," she said, "I have to feel really comfortable before I'd even dare kiss someone's cheek. It only works for me if I can take the initiative, at least at first. I had a couple of friends who wanted to go far too fast -" She produced an angry sniff at the memory. "I clammed up completely. One of then tried to force me, but I had quite long nails... and the one guy I liked, and did sleep with, turned out to have a number of girlfriends. I didn't want to be one of a crowd. I wanted to be someone special..."  

She drove onto the hard shoulder and stopped; she was in tears, and Rob felt very uncomfortable. 

"Maisie," he said, "I am so sorry - I shouldn't have asked -"

"It's not your fault," she said. "I'm just being stupid, but I can't help it. I still can't stomach having been treated like that - please give me a moment." She blew her nose loudly and gave him a watery smile through her tears. 

She took a little time to find her composure again, and when there was a gap in the traffic she rejoined the road.

"I haven't had a boyfriend since," she said, "but I wouldn't mind one. It's just that I want to be sure."

They changed the subject to less dangerous stuff then. Rob managed to make her laugh a couple of times, and it wasn't too long before Maisie felt more or less happy again. 

"What are your plans?" she said. 

"For this holiday? Oh, I have to go back before Monday; and I think I'll just return a little early. I loved my days with you; going on a few more on my own doesn't seem too attractive any more."

Maisie looked at him. She wondered for a moment if he were taking the mickey out of her, but he apparently meant just what he said. He looked at the road ahead of them, and he smiled with one half of his face. 

"I wonder if we could meet again," he said. "I'd really love to..."

"I'll have to think about it," she said. The memory of her old failures had risen like a big barrier between herself and Rob and the world at large, and she felt torn between her desire to be safe and her feelings for Rob. She couldn't allow herself to give in to those. What if he'd prove another of those failures... "I'd love to have your phone number. It feels good, but -"

Rob nodded. "I understand," he said. He took out a pen and wrote his phone numbers on a bit of paper, and then added his address for good measure.

"Can I have your address?" he said. "I can drop you a line, then. I won't harass you - ever. Promise."

She nodded. "Ok," she said, and she gave him her Reading address. "My birthday's November 5... But er, please, stick to that."

She glanced at him for just a moment, and she saw him wince. She found she half thought it served him right, and at once she felt sorry for him, too. Oh hell...

Rob promised he would, with a sinking feeling. If she weren't so shy and wary of men he would have pushed his luck, but now... He smiled a little sadly.

"If you should decide you'd like some more of my company, you're very welcome," he said. "My address is on here." 

She looked at him and nodded. "Maybe," she said. Then she concentrated on the road, and Rob wondered what she thought. He'd become completely infatuated with her but he didn't think anything would ever come of it. She seemed too disappointed in men.

The road got increasingly busier. Maisie was glad she could pretend to an interest in the traffic only; for she'd have loved to take Rob home with her, and she didn't dare to, and she didn't want to freak out or make a spectacle of herself... 

She could scold herself for having denied him the right to write to her but she wasn't going back on it. Oh damn, she thought, it's chorus again. I keep being a mess. Ok, you've done it again, girl. She felt her hands were shaking and she gripped the wheel until it hurt.

She dropped Rob off at Lincoln Station. He thanked her and she nodded at him, then she said goodbye and drove off. He took a train into London and decided to stay on there until his holiday was over after all. 

Maisie drove home. She was in a foul temper with herself but it only left her feeling rather exhausted. She allowed her temper to die down, and then she took stock of her emotions. She found that she actually missed Rob frightfully. He had somehow made his way deeply under her skin in those days of walking and having fun... He had written his address on a scrap of paper, with his telephone number. Now where had it gone? She found it in the door pocket his side of the car. Phew, that at least was still there. The point was, though, whether she'd dare to do something with it. She didn't know, but she copied it into her address book anyway.

Rob went home on Sunday. He had mildly enjoyed his stay in London; but he was glad to be home again, in a way. He put his photographs onto the computer; there was a good one of Maisie's face. He tried it to see if it would be alright as wallpaper but then decided against it after all. No use in punishing himself for falling in love...

Fortunately it was the end of his holidays and he started to work furiously. He spent half term redecorating a couple of rooms, and getting the garden ready for the winter; and when he was at work again, the only time he allowed himself to think about Maisie for longer than the frequent flashes of regret at having lost sight of her was when he tried to find a suitable card for her birthday and when he wrote it.

Maisie thought about Rob rather frequently. She couldn't help worrying about the way she'd spoilt her chances in August. She didn't think she'd ever hear from him again, but she kept going back over their conversations and picking out the bits that she'd liked so much... 

The birthday card she got from him was a real surprise to her. She read it, and to her embarrassment she got tears in her eyes. If only she could simply forget about him... Yes, and then? How often would she have to feel drawn to someone without being able to give in to those feelings? Yes, but... Oh what a mess, she thought. Those damn, damn bastards...

She discussed Rob with her best friend, but it was no help, really. Judy tried to persuade Maisie that there was no sense in trying to find happiness with a foreigner. "It is far too difficult and uncertain, you know - you never know if they mean what they say, er, if they say what they think, I mean. My sister had a French boyfriend once, and she thought he really wanted to go on with her - but he just couldn't get his ideas across, you see, and it all ended in tears..."

"His English is very good," she said. "Possibly too formal - but very precise - and I do understand what he means - that is, I did..." She swallowed hard.

"I wouldn't even think of it, anyway. Foreigners..." Judy shook her head. "Use your loaf, Maisie!" 

The idea. Preposterous! Maisie was a little complicated at the best of times and now this... She felt she really had to wean her away from such a dead-end road.

Maisie was very fond of Judy, but now all she said seemed a string of platitudes that were only very counterproductive. They parted on a somewhat strained note, and when they met again everything was ok, but Rob wasn't mentioned any more.

November wore on, and the shops filled with Christmassy stuff - nice food, and decorations, and the radio started to change their programming a little. Before long it would be impossible to avoid the overall December atmosphere. Maisie looked with dread at the approaching festive season. Family fun, yes... Very nice indeed without a family. Her mother would spend the coming four weeks in Thailand with Caroline, an old friend, and she'd hate to go with them, even if she'd been welcome. 

She thought of last year when she'd been invited to come and celebrate together by an old school friend of hers, with a sweet hubby and such lovely children... The sugary sweetness of it all had felt sticky and horrible, and she sensed only too painfully they'd invited her out of pity. She'd felt extremely uncomfortable, and even lonelier than usual. Yuck. She wasn't having any this year. 

Still, it felt worse and worse. Rob filled her thoughts quite a lot, and on the day her Christmas holidays started she made a decision, and drove to Heathrow.

That Friday Rob had just turned up the gas under the potatoes when the telephone rang, and he went to answer it. 

"Rob Verpoorten," he said.

"Hello - er - it's Maisie." 

"Maisie! How lovely to hear your voice. How's life?"

"I'm fine. Rob, I er - I am at Heathrow, and I'm coming your way. How do I get to your place?"

"You are? Oh, that's brilliant! When is your flight?"

"At nine," she said.

"That's good. And your flight number?"

She told him and he jotted it down. 

"So you'll be in Amsterdam around eleven," he said.

"No, it's only a one-hour flight."

"Yes, but we're in different time zones."

"Oh," she said. "But... will I be able to reach you tonight?"

"Don't worry. I'll be there - it's only ninety minutes by car."

"Oh, thank you. You don't mind?"

"Oh no, not at all. I'll be only too happy to see you again!"

"See you soon, then. Bye!"

They rang off. Rob's mind was in turmoil. He'd not expected he'd ever hear anything from Maisie again, and his heart was beating a tattoo against his ribs at the idea of meeting her. He turned off the gas again and put the meat back into the fridge; then he made a couple of sandwiches. He looked over his house quickly, and went into the spare room to prepare things for her stay. He'd bought two bunches of flowers that day, and he put one of them on the table, and a couple of novels and a collection of poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay on a low cupboard beside the bed. It was the best bedroom; it got the morning sun and lots of light. 

Then he made a thermos of coffee, put his sandwiches and some snacks into a bag and drove through the polder to Amsterdam, and on to Schiphol. 

Maisie wandered to customs, had her luggage checked and went through the magnetic gate - it didn't beep and she found herself in the tax-free area before long. She had a look at the perfumes, and bought a small bottle of J'adore. Then she had a cup of coffee and went to the gate. She felt excited, and not a little apprehensive - Rob had sounded as enthusiastic as she had hoped, but she couldn't see his face - and very much unable to sit still. She walked up and down the corridor that gave to the gate, and looked at her fellow travellers, and she hoped, she prayed he wouldn't have changed. She hadn't dared ask him if he was still on his own. What if there were a girlfriend, what if he only liked to have her round as just another guest? She would not be able to cope with another manifestation of pity...


Maisie



When they announced her flight would be boarding she forgot those thoughts for the moment and she stood in the queue waiting to get on to the plane.

Rob found himself at arrivals far too early, but he couldn't care less. He went and had a look at the monitor featuring the predicted times, but there were no special announcements for Maisie's flight. Good, he thought. That means no delays.

He went to the all-night café for a cup of coffee, and settled with a book, looking at his watch every five minutes - the time seemed to creep past. But eventually it was only fifteen minutes before Maisie's plane was due, and he went back to arrivals and positioned himself in front of the sliding doors with the image of the kissing boy and girl, with an eye on the monitors. The plane from Heathrow was expected to land any time now; it was a bit fast, to his delight.

The plane touched down. The pilot must be very skilful; the passengers hardly noticed when the wheels touched the runway, and he was given a big round of applause. They taxied for about five minutes and then the passengers got up, collected their hand luggage and left the plane. Maisie had a seat in the back and it took her some time to reach the door. The crew wished her a good time and to her surprise it brought tears to her eyes. Come on, Maisie, she said to herself, it will be alright - and she willed herself to believe it.

She hurried past the passport check and on towards the luggage belt. Her suitcase was one of the first to appear, to her relief, and she picked it up and walked to the hall with her suitcase and her hand luggage, hoping Rob would be there.

He was, and he gave her a warm smile, and shook her hand, and almost kissed her cheek -- he checked himself just in time. Maisie noticed and highly appreciated his restraint. They smiled at each other and he picked up her suitcase. 

They walked to the car park. He put his parking card in the slot and paid the fee, and they found his car. He opened the doors with his remote and put her suitcase in the boot, and she walked round the car to the front.

"Oh, no," she said, a little embarrassed. "The wrong side..."

He smiled at her. "I make that mistake at least once whenever I'm in England," he said.

They left the car park and drove off, talking about the time that had passed since they'd met. Maisie told him she'd tried hard to forget him - her friends had all warned her against long-distance contacts. But she didn't really think her friends had any experience with such things. When the Christmas holidays came around she was contemplating the prospect of spending another Christmas alone, and there was his invitation, and er, and that was why she'd bought her ticket.

To her delight it became clear to her straight away that Rob had no girlfriend hanging about the place. He had prepared for the family festivities by buying some nice food, a few new CDs and a thick novel that would steer him through the danger time. He wanted to spend it as cheerful as possible - but he beamed at her as he said how happy he was with her company, and it made her feel very warm inside.

Though it was a long drive through the night-time Netherlands, it didn't feel that way, and they arrived at Rob's place before she knew. He opened the door for her and carried her luggage inside. 

He showed her around the house, so she would know where to find everything. It was a nice house, she thought, but it was very late and she felt suddenly very tired. They had some drink before they went to bed, and he helped her with her luggage. The bedroom looked very nice, and she appreciated the flowers. When she'd washed her face and hands, and brushed her teeth, she turned in and had a quick look at the books he'd laid ready for her. Gosh, she thought, he remembers I like poetry. It made her smile.

Rob's bedroom was far away from there. He turned in and couldn't get to sleep because of the pleasure he felt in having Maisie there.

Neither could Maisie. She first leafed through the poems. Her attention was drawn by a poem called Eel-Grass: 

No matter what I say, 

All that I really love 

Is the rain that flattens on the bay, 

And the eel-grass in the cove; 

The jingle-shells that lie and bleach 

At the tide-line, and the trace 

Of higher tides along the beach: 

Nothing in this place.

She reread it and thought of the North Sea coast on a rainy day, and all the times she'd gone there all alone; and how lovely it would be to go there again, hand in hand with Rob, if things worked out and they kept the rapport she thought they had. There wasn't really anything much she loved about Reading; she lived there but her apartment never really felt like home. Rob's face lit up her thoughts for a moment...

She never felt too comfortable in a strange house on her own; and now, in all the silence of this winter's night - it had started to snow, and all sounds got muffled - she felt even less at ease. She did her best to go to sleep, but she only seemed to get more awake, and eventually she put on her robe and walked to the other end of the house. She climbed the stairs, and she knocked hesitantly. 

Rob came to the door, and she smiled a little nervously at him. 

"I can't sleep," she said, "and the house is so silent - in Reading there's always noises, of cars, and people, and I thought that perhaps you wouldn't mind if I used the other half of your bed?" 

She looked at him anxiously. "I think I don't snore," she said, and he broke into a broad grin. 

"I wouldn't mind if you did," he said. "Do get in - you will get cold on the bare floor!"

Rob's was a very wide, double bed, with two duvets. He only used half of it, and Maisie took off her robe and slipped into the other half. 

She lay down and looked at him. "You really have a big bed," she said. 

He nodded. "It was practical when my wife hadn't upped and gone," he said. "Now I generally sleep on one side for a week and use the other half the next. I washed the bedding yesterday."

She sat up; the bedcovers came up just over her breasts, and he saw their shape in the way the duvet fell down over her body. She was damn sexy, he thought, and he immediately looked up to her face and tried to forget about her breasts -- he was happy the duvet hid his crotch from view. 

Maisie looked around the room. There was a wide wardrobe filling one wall - "I made that myself," Rob said - and there were a couple of chairs and a low cupboard, and two bedside lights, and the room was quite tidy.

"It's a nice room," she said.

He looked at her and sighed. "It is, in a way," he said. "It does hold some bitter memories - but it could be nice. It's not the room that's at fault."

"What went wrong between you?" she said.

"I fell in love with an ideal, not with a woman, I suppose," he said, "And Bea thought she'd be able to mould me the way she wanted me to be. Those things combined made for a lot of bickering and fighting, and a terrible loneliness before long. I never expected I could feel so all alone living together with the woman I desired, but who never wanted me the way I am. Even now we're divorced she still sends me admonitory messages now and again."

"Oh, Rob," she said. "How awful."

He shrugged. "Living alone proved a lot less lonesome," he said. "I hoped to have someone to share smiles with, as a welcome, or just to show I loved her. But we only shared frowns."

They lay silent for some time. 

"You don't feel I'll intrude on your solitude?" she said. 

"Oh no, I've been looking forward to having you around so much." He smiled at her warmly and she smiled back relieved.

"Thank you, Rob," she said. Then she bent over, kissed his cheek and wished him goodnight again; and she was asleep within seconds.

Rob turned off the lights. He remembered what she had told him about her contacts with men. Her kissing his cheek was quite something for her, he knew, and he lay back, wanting to listen to her breathe; but he fell asleep almost at once, too.

When he woke up she was still fast asleep, so he softly left the bedroom and went downstairs. The world was white, and the morning light was sharp. The sun was just up; it shone through the bare chestnut at the back of the garden. He prepared breakfast and put everything on a tray and brought it up to her.

When he put the tray on the bedside table Maisie woke up. She looked around the unfamiliar room. As soon as she'd got everything in focus and remembered where she was, she treated Rob to a smile that entirely made his day. 

"Good morning, Rob," she said. "Oh, breakfast! That's lovely."

She sat up, and he slipped under his own duvet again. They had breakfast together and then Rob took his clothes and went to the bathroom first while Maisie stretched her legs and watched the light go bright and sunny through the curtains. It had been a good idea to come, she thought. Rob was really nice and sweet, and he didn't intrude upon her safety range... She'd give it another day to see if she weren't wrong about him, she thought. A little voice in her head started to protest at the idea -- you know you can't trust men, it said -- but she told it to shut up.

When he called up to tell her the bathroom was ready for her, she went downstairs and ran the bath. She took a long, good soak and revelled in the feeling of the hot water, and she washed herself carefully. She took the cellophane off the box she'd bought and sprayed some perfume between her breasts; then she went upstairs and dressed.

She came downstairs to the smell of coffee, and went into the living room. Rob had lit the woodstove and the room was warm and pleasant. 

"Coffee?" he said. 

She gave him a smile. "You know I never say no to that," she said.

He nodded and handed her a large mug. 

"I bought a small Christmas tree," he said. "I put it in the shed, fortunately. Would you like to decorate it with me? Or would you rather not have one?"

"Oh," Maisie said, "How nice! Let's go and get it!"

Rob went outside and returned with a small Douglas fir in a basket. Then he went upstairs to fetch the Christmas decorations, and they put up the bells and baubles and had a lot of fun. Rob had put a record with Christmas songs played by John Fahey on the record player, and when Silent Night came along with its slide guitar interpretation Maisie felt strangely happy. Rob was just as eclectic in his tastes as she was, she thought. He wouldn't laugh about her love of sentimental songs, and she knew he liked to read the same things as she did... 

He took her to the nearby town to do some shopping. They slithered through the wheel tracks in the lane, but the other roads had been cleared, and the town centre didn't pose any problems either. 

Maisie saw the Dutch town was rather like most English ones... It didn't have any charity shops, though. 

"No," Rob said, "It's a phenomenon that's still not common here at all, unfortunately." He smiled at her. "You're very quick to notice!"

They decided on what vegetables to buy, and Rob took her to the off-licence and made her choose a few bottles of wine and booze. 

Then he drove past his school to show her where he worked, and back home from there. On the way back it started to snow again. There were big snowflakes that had him use his windscreen wipers at maximum speed; he was glad when he could leave his car in the drive, and he hurried Maisie inside before getting the groceries out. 

He made them a pot of tea, and laced their tea with a shot of rum. When they were feeling nice and warm inside again, he went into the kitchen to peel some extra potatoes and cooked the food he'd wanted to cook the day before. 

That evening "The Sound of Music" was on TV. "Oh," Maisie said, "I love that - do you mind if I watch?" Rob shook his head. They sat down to it together, and afterwards he played a couple of CDs while they talked till well past midnight, when Maisie suddenly felt very tired. She went to bed at once while Rob saw to the usual chores, and when he came upstairs Maisie was fast asleep already.

He smiled a little at her and planted a kiss on her hair before he took his pyjamas on to the landing, changed into them and went to sleep.

When he woke up it had stopped snowing. The snow lay ten inches deep. He made breakfast again, and Maisie came down while he was busy and they breakfasted at the kitchen table, looking out at the birds that crowded around the food table. There were bluetits and bullfinches, and one thrush... Maisie really enjoyed watching them eat. "Oh," she said, "that's just the way it was when I used to live at home." She looked at the birds entranced, and Rob loved the way she looked, radiant with happiness. 

The lazy mood stayed with them after breakfast, and so they sat reading and listening to more music that morning, talking a little now and then, and just enjoying the other's presence immensely. The light was like honey in the living-room, and they had lit a couple of candles on the table.

After lunch they went out into the garden and made a snowman, with a carrot and an old woolly hat, and when they were almost ready she peppered his face with a handful of snow, giggling, and they pursued each other up and down the garden, laughing and shouting. 

They went in when their snowman was ready, and Rob cooked dinner while Maisie sat on the edge of the kitchen table and watched. When the food was almost ready she laid the table. Rob produced a bottle of wine and they had dinner, feeling rather rosy and very happy.

They watched another movie that evening, and had more coffee first, and then something stronger. They took a late night walk through the snow. There was a bright three-quarter moon, and the bluish beams turned their walk into a special delight. The tree trunks with their one-sided covering of snow shone, and the snow was crisp under their boots. Maisie looked at the surroundings with interest - it was flat country, but there were too many trees for it to be too overpowering so; and her Reading abode wasn't in too hilly a part, either. The lane was even narrower than she thought, and the houses lay far apart, sharply outlined in the snow by the brilliant moonlight. At eleven the few streetlamps went out, but it hardly made a difference. Rob smiled a little and looked at Maisie making her way through the high snow.

"The lane won't get cleared," he said. "At least not before the middle of August..." He grinned at her and she took his arm. 

When they were back home they had another drink and turned in. Rob let Maisie use the bedroom while he changed into his pyjamas in the kitchen.

Maisie carefully dressed for the night. She realised she felt completely at home, happy and warm; and she trusted Rob completely. He had been in her thoughts more and more; she really loved him and fully trusted him, and she felt the need to cuddle him and kiss him and make him her own... She felt it was no longer necessary to go on wondering, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" and she didn't think she needed any more time to turn back and descend the stair...

Rob came upstairs to find her under the duvet. Only the top of her head was showing, and he kissed her hair and wished her goodnight. 

She lay down and he listened to her breathe. 

After a little while, she felt herself go cold. With fatigue? With tension? She didn't know; it really felt good apart from that. She drew up her shoulders and said, "Oh, I'm so cold." Her teeth made a chattering noise. 

Rob felt worried about her immediately. "Shall I make you a hot water bottle?" he asked.

"No," she said. "Won't you just come and lie against my back?"

He slipped from under his duvet under hers and put his chest against her back; she did feel cold indeed. He put his right arm under his head and put the left one along his body. 

"Like this?" he said.

"Hmmm," she answered.

He switched on a small bedside lamp, and looked at the room, with the woman he desired so much just a careless display of beautiful hair right in front of his face. The smell of her hair was intoxicating to him, and he wished she were comfortable enough with him so he could put his nose into it.

She lay quiet for quite some time. When she felt his warmth begin to make her feel nice and cosy again, she took the plunge, and said, "Wouldn't it be nice to have your own fixed partner again? Your own sweetheart who's there for you and you for her? Someone who would be there when you wake up, to greet your day with a sweet smile? Someone to talk to when time gets rough, and to rejoice with when it doesn't? Someone you can really rely on?"

She relaxed her shoulders and he felt her back press into him a little more firmly. 

"Uhuh," he said.

"It would make life much warmer... You would have no cold mornings, or empty rooms to come home to - you could come home to find her standing in the living room reading a letter or rearranging a bunch of flowers on the table, and you would walk up behind her and put your arms around her, and she would lean back against you and turn her head and kiss you."

Her voice got sultry - dreamy and low. She took his left hand and put his arm around her. He wasn't sure if he understood what she wanted, but it made his heart beat faster - much faster. 

"Then you could slip your hands up under her top, and you could feel her breasts through the lace of her bra, and she would wiggle her bottom and feel you, hard against the crack of her cheeks. You would push the cups of her bra up over her breasts, and roll her nipples between your fingers, and she would turn around and smile at you, waiting to be kissed."

He lay motionless and she felt her heart skip a beat. What if she had grossly misinterpreted his feelings for her? He might think she was complete slut, talking to him like this. She turned her head and looked at him. He saw a timid shadow of a smile that could turn into tears by one false move of his - but when she saw the love and need in his eyes it got broader and happy, and he thought he saw a mischievous look appear in her eyes just before she turned her face away again. His arm was round her waist, and he softly pressed her a little closer with it.

She wiggled her bottom - she had a beautiful bum, he thought - and she felt him go hard against her. It made her feel all warm and happy, and she grinned impishly, finally letting go completely of all the fears and insecurities she'd harboured for so long...

"She would feel between your bodies for your cock -" she did, and she slipped her hand into his pyjama bottoms - "and she'd put her thumb and index finger around the base of your cock and squeeze you softly."

She felt his flesh against the palm of her hand and felt his balls with her index finger. She tickled them briefly and then she formed a ring around his cock again and squeezed. 

He felt himself go even harder at her ministrations until he couldn't contain himself any longer, and he slipped his free hand up her body to her breasts, under the thin material of her baby doll. He felt the bottom line of a bra - but it only had very brief cups, and her breasts lay naked upon them for him to explore, soft, and warm, and perfect. When he had traced their contours, felt all around them, and caressed them with all the love he felt for her and enjoyed their perfection with wonder, he touched her very hard nipples, and she moaned as he rolled them between his fingers while her hand did wonderful things to his hardness.

"She would use her other fingers to work its loose skin," she continued dreamily. "And you could slide your hand down to her panties -" She smiled when she felt him follow her cue - "and touch the smooth front panel, and then find to your delight they have no crotch and slip your fingers straight into her sugar bowl..."




Maisie



She heard him gasp as he felt her wet pussy lips enfold his fingers, and she turned her face his way for a moment, and offered him her lips, and he kissed her hard. He moved his fingers slowly, and felt her press her pussy, wet and swollen, against his hand. Her labia felt wonderful, he thought. He wished he could look at them.

She lay back again.

"Then I would skin you back..." - he noticed she forgot to continue in the third person, and she pulled his foreskin slowly down until it almost hurt, and he responded by touching her clit with his thumb, softly at first but then with greater pressure - "and you would lift my skirt, and turn me around, and I would help you find the place your cock should be in -"

He lifted himself and found her mouth, and she rolled onto her back, still firmly holding his member, and when he'd positioned his legs between hers, she slowly pulled him into her. Her pubic hair tickled the tip of his cock for a moment, but then he felt himself slip into her smooth, warm, wet opening, tight and welcoming at once, and he held his breath not to miss a second of it.

"And I could tell you I love you," she whispered, and she added, barely audible, "and you could tell me you love me, too -"

He nodded with a sudden lump in his throat before he could say, "I do, Maisie, my love, I do..." and then she kissed him, and found his tongue, and stopped all further talk.

Her hand was still between them, and her fingers touched the base of his cock. She gave him an affectionate squeeze, and then she put her arms round his back and squeezed his cock with her pussy. 

Rob pushed her baby doll out of the way, so he could feel her naked skin, and when he moved his hands along the small of her back he felt the top of her panties and the narrow strip that disappeared between her cheeks. The knowledge that they opened up around her sweet hole aroused him no end.

They tasted each other's mouth and tongue, warm and wet and waiting, and all their pent-up emotions went into the task of pleasing each other, touching and stroking and caressing, urgently and insistently, trying to feel the other's body with every square inch of their own... 

Outside the snow froze over with a hard dry layer on top, but under Maisie's duvet they didn't give it a moment's thought as Rob probed the depth of Maisie's being, lost to anything but her overpowering sweetness and the comforting heat of her pussy. He held her eyes with his, and pulled out as far as possible before plunging in again, trying to exert pressure to her pussy walls, until his pubic bone rubbed hers. She held her breath as she felt the pressure against her clit, and took his buttocks in her hands and pulled him into her hard, in her need to feel all of him, to have his body all around her, to shield her from the outside world and stop her loneliness with his love.

She broke their kiss for a moment. "Oh Rob," she whispered, "come in deeper - take all of me - love me, please - love me -" and then she sucked his tongue back into her mouth so hard her lower teeth grazed the soft underside. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, and when he plunged into her again hard, she bucked her hips and bit his tongue and held on to him so hard he found it difficult to move. 

When she allowed herself to see he was really there for her, her muscles relaxed a little and she fell into a counter-rhythm as he fucked her, hard and purposeful, and she found his nipples with one hand and pinched them. It made him go really wild. He clasped his arms round her back, under her shoulders, and hammered away, answering her almost desperate kisses with the same determination. 

Her limbs seemed to be everywhere. He loved the way she tried to get everything out of their lovemaking, the way she tried to experience him in full, hungrily rubbing his body, eating his mouth, looking straight into his soul... He could feel her hard nipples graze his chest. "Oh Maisie," he panted, "oh girl -" Then their mouths were locked onto each other's again. Rob heard a strange noise and then realised he made it himself in the back of his throat; Maisie moaned into his mouth and then she suddenly stopped moving and let out a low wail as she came to a shuddering climax, drawing Rob along with her. 

"Maisie..." he growled as he came hard, in her most private place, hot and copiously, spurt after hot spurt, and he collapsed on top of her, completely spent for the moment. 

When she regained her breath she looked at him tenderly, and licked the tip of his nose. She smiled at him, completely satisfied, and he beamed back at her. "Oh Maisie," he said, still half out of breath, "girl, that was wonderful. Thank you so much, darling."

He rolled over to get his weight off Maisie's body, and she lay half on the mattress, half on top of him. She looked at him drowsily, and drew circles on his chest and belly with a red nail. "You won't escape from my life again, big boy," she said. Then she smiled at him, happy and contented, completely at rest with herself and the world for the first time in years; and she ruffled his hair and closed her eyes. 

Rob lifted his head to kiss her but she'd already drifted off to sleep, lying peacefully half on his body, her hand at rest on his belly, one leg over his, and he lay still with a protective arm around her, trying not to move, enjoying every moment of the long winter's night.



Maisie's Halloween Trick



 Hi guys! This is the first time in years I've written a story that wasn't as a second chapter or a second part to another saga. It was kind of exciting, the story just came to me and I went with it. It's for the Halloween Story Contest 2014, so please leave me a nice high-star vote, favorite it to make the votes count! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you like it. It's different from my other stories in a way. Obviously, if you're not into incest and have a problem with naughty incest related name calling and ideas, leave now! It won't please you one bit. If you are into those things, you'll probably love it. 

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The thought came to me late one night as I lay in bed, not able to sleep, staring at my ceiling. It wasn't as though it was the first time I'd contemplated doing something similar. The difference was the pure genius of the plan that I came up with that late October night. It was the thought that truly got the ball rolling, the ball which would change things forever.

I think I need to rewind a bit. Hi, my name is Maisie. I just turned 21 years old and am currently attending college at UCLA in Southern California. I am every bit of a beach bunny as you see in the movies, although not the ditzy type like most of the sorority girl type they portray. I'm smarter than most people realize, which is probably why I've managed to stay single during my three years of college so far. I've dated here and there, but I've never had a real relationship since leaving high school. The guys are mostly looking for one thing, which is not the same as what I want. Not that I'm even sure I know what I want, but I know I don't want to end up like my roommate, who stumbles home hungover almost every weekend from some random boy's dorm, and has built quite the reputation for herself. 

I'm about 5'2" and athletic. I didn't get either of my parents tall genes, like my brother did. I have thick, brown hair, and bright blue eyes. I grew up doing gymnastics, so I've taken fondly to yoga and other types of stretchy, flexible activities. 

I'm just entering my senior year and the bills have been piling up, so mom made my brother and I move back home. I'm in my senior year and my brother, Jonathan, has been studying for his Masters. He's 23 and although he is very studious and intelligent like I am, he manages to fit in time for the gym pretty much every day. 

You may be wondering how I know this... and well, it's because he loves to show off. Ever since I can remember, growing up, he loved to work out and show off his fit body by the pool and any other chance he got. When he went off to college, the constant barrage of photos online were a reminder of my oh so modest brother's constantly improving body. He's 6'4, with beautiful brown hair, blue eyes and muscle from head to toe.

When I joined him at UCLA, I got to see it up close and personal, as he joined the football team. And of course, his playboy reputation preceded him. From the conversations I had with him, he wasn't quite as active as the girls liked to say he was, but he never went out of his way to deny the accusations. Clearly, he was pleased with being known as a ladies' man. Growing up, my brother and I had a relatively normal relationship. We fought, of course, but nothing serious. We were never extremely close, although I didn't have much to compare to. Most of my friends didn't have siblings who were as close in age as my brother and I are. We tended to get along well for the most part, so that was a relief to my parents. The only thing that ticked me off was him constantly walking around the house half naked or having loud friends over.

Jonathan and I both returned to our childhood home when school ended in June. The move back didn't take too long, since we rented a U-Haul for both of our belongings. We had both been living off -campus, which is probably why mom decided to cut us off for a bit. (Not really cut us off, but you know what I mean.) I was only miffed because it meant it would cut into my social life, but I'd figure out a way around that. Our parents are pretty strict, so it's hard to get much by them.

The summer went by pretty quickly, and I didn't see much of my brother or my parents. I spent most of the time at the beach and staying with friends. I had a couple of friends who had graduated and moved to Santa Monica, so I cozied up and spent most of my summer free time there. I met quite a few cute surfer boys who I exchanged numbers with and went on a couple dates with, but nothing exciting to describe. Once they realized I wasn't about to put out, they moved on quickly. 

I wasn't offended by the fact that guys didn't want to date me anymore after we discussed the subject of sex. There was nothing wrong with wanting a woman who desired the same thing they did, the same way there was nothing wrong with me wanting to wait. I sometimes wondered if my brother knew that I was a virgin. We never talked about my sex life, even as much as we talked about his reputation. 

September came and school was back in session, and my brother and I discussed our busy schedules. We were both in the last year of our programs, so it was going to be the busiest year yet. I had taken on a lot of extra classes, so we wouldn't be seeing much of each other, much like we hadn't over the summer. Both of our parents worked, so the only time we saw each other was at dinner every day. The night in question, of my great idea, was October 17th, two weeks before Halloween. I had been seeing an awful lot more of Jonathan lately. Our days seemed to end around the same time, which meant he was offering me rides home nearly every day (I ride my bike to school) and after dinner, we spent most of our time together silently studying in the living room. The weather was as unpredictable as always, even for mid-October, so we would crack the windows and leave the front door open to get some air. If my parents weren't home, my brother would do his homework shirtless to cool off. It annoyed me that he would reach behind him and pull his shirt off his body, like they do in the movies. 

Did he really have to show off, even when I was the only one home? Sometimes it made my stomach twist the way he sat back against the couch, his six pac and pecs on display. I mean, yeah he was my brother, but I'm a hormonal 21 year old girl, I can't help that my eyes twitch a bit when I look at his body on display like that.

The evening before the night in question, my brother and I were doing homework together after dinner. We had just finished a long discussion/argument with our parents about Halloween weekend. They were planning to go out of town and Jonathan wanted to throw a "small" party. We all knew exactly what that meant, and it didn't mean it would be small. Word had already gotten out around town, because my brother had previously thrown two masquerade Halloween parties at his old apartment. 

My parents finally gave in, telling my brother and I that we could have a small get together, and to make sure no minors attended. They made us promise we would keep the noise down, so the cops wouldn't be called. After dinner, they went upstairs to bed, and my brother and I started in on our piles of homework. "You know it's going to get crazy, especially since it's so many kids senior year." I whispered, not sure if our parents had really gone to sleep yet.

"Yeah, but it's not like they're going to know. If any cops show up, I'll take care of it."

"A lot of minors are going to show up." I stated, raising an eyebrow as he fiddled with the bottom of his t-shirt, flipping it up over his hips. 

"Well, I guess you can be in charge of booze control, Miss Buzzington," he teased, tousling my hair. He'd given me that nickname back in high school, when I would act like the practical older sister, instead of the naive younger sister. 

"Johnnnny!" I pouted. I hated when he called me that. And he hated being called Johnny just as much. I started calling him that when I was little, because I couldn't pronounce his name, and I'd never stopped. He had gone from Johnny to Jonathan when he was fourteen, and I was the only one who wouldn't quit calling him that. 

"Oh, that's it!" he said, a twinkle in his eye, as he caught me in a chokehold, laying back on the couch and pulling me backwards on top of him. I struggled to get out of it, clawing at his arm and trying to turn over, but he was too strong. I was starting to lose oxygen, and realized that my ass was rubbing against his crotch as I fought to get free, and it seemed like maybe he was kind of hard? 

Before I could finish the thought, he had let go of me and pushed me off him. "Whatever, squirt. Do what you want. I'm having the masquerade party." and with that, he was back in the books, as I lay in the floor in a heap. I frowned and finished my homework, before heading up to bed. He didn't say another word to me the whole night.

Hours later, I was still lying in bed, not sleeping. I couldn't get our little wrestling match out of my mind. Why had he grabbed me and held me like that? And why had he gotten aroused, and let me go so quickly? Was he ashamed that he had gotten hard? It was only a natural response. 

And since we were talking about natural responses, the whole thing had gotten me a little excited too. Between the wrestling, his aggression and strength, and the slight choking, how could I help but feel a little aroused? It wasn't because he was my brother. Right?

I knew even then that I was lying to myself, because over the past couple of months, my attraction to my brother had been growing. Growing up, I had always been jealous when my friends had crushes on Jonathan, which was frequent. I never wanted them to come over because all they would want to do was spy on him and flirt with him. 

Over the past couple of months, I had noticed that my brother started to pay more attention to me. He averted his eyes when I came down the stairs in just a tank top and short shorts, or he hesitantly agreed when I asked him to put sunscreen on my back so I could lay out my the pool. An awkwardness had been forming for months and I had been in denial. 

Every time he took off his shirt or came to swim with me, I was definitely paying more attention and appreciation to his body. I would tell myself it was just because I was single and still a horny virgin, but sometimes I would think about him when I was touching myself. And it was at that moment that I realized I wanted nothing more than for my brother to be my first. The thought floored me, and made me wet at the same time. Was that why I was holding out this whole time, so he could take my virginity? I reached down into my panties and felt the pool of wetness that had accumulated just at the thought of Jonathan being my first partner. 

Of course the thought was ludicrous, right? I mean, it's not like he would even want to, anyway. Or maybe he did... but how would I even bring that up to him? If I was wrong, it would change our relationship forever. My mind started whirling at the possibilities and all of the consequences involved. Meanwhile, my body was aching for release. I had to give it what it wanted for the moment just so I could think clearly.

I pulled off my panties and my tank top, and lay back comfortably on the bed, closing my eyes. I dipped my fingers between my legs, enjoying the feel of my wetness on my bare pussy lips. Moaning out, I started rubbing my clit in circular motions. The image of Jonathan running his fingers down my pussy popped into my mind and I shivered. What would it feel like if he spread my legs and gave me a little kiss down there? My pussy felt like it was on fire as I rubbed harder and faster, imagining my brother between my legs, eating me out. I bit my lower lip so nobody would hear my moan, but I couldn't help it as I started to cry out. I put my other hand over my mouth, but as I got closer and closer to orgasm, my hand dropped to grab and pinch my nipples. I started to moan again, louder and louder, as I reached the brink of cumming. "Oh, fuck me, oh Johnny!" I cried, my body writhing on the bed as I came. A few minutes passed before I moved. I had just fingered myself to an orgasm thinking of my brother. There was no denying it anymore. I wanted him, and I wanted him bad. My mind whirled as I started to think up possible scenarios of how to make it happen. And then I realized I had the perfect plan that had fallen right into my lap. I had two weeks to test my theory that my brother wanted this just as badly as I did, and then on Halloween, I could take control into my own hands. A costume party would be the perfect opportunity to fuck my brother.

I let the weekend pass by without acting rebellious. But next Monday, I woke up to the sound of the shower. I quickly got out of bed and got ready. I needed to be out of the house before my brother came downstairs for breakfast. Running over to my closet, I put on one of the shortest skirts I owned, a little black one, and a yellow crop top. I quickly fixed my makeup and my hair, and ran out of the house. Fortunately, it was a cool morning, so my bike ride to school didn't make me sweaty. The day passed by so slowly, because all I could think of was my brother's face when I got in his car later. Like clockwork, he texted me around 4:30, asking me if I needed a ride home. I told him I would meet him by the parking lot. When I got into his car, my brother was texting on his phone and didn't look up at me. It wasn't until we were about a mile away that he finally glanced over at me, and did a double-take. "Shit, Maisie, what the fuck are you wearing?" I could see his hand twitch on the steering wheel, as though he wanted to touch me but stopped himself.

"What is that skirt? That thing barely covers your legs, and I don't wanna see it from the back!" was he being an overprotective brother or was he jealous? "What's gotten into you?" he snapped, his eyes travelling up my belly to my breasts. "And that top! Are you even wearing a bra?" 

"Did you want to take a feel for yourself?" I teased him, sitting back in the seat and stretching my legs forward.

"You're gross." he averted his eyes and stared at the road for the rest of the way home. When I got out of the car, I noticed he was still sitting inside. Typical male, he wanted to see the rest of it as I walked in front of him. Well fine, I would give him a show. I waited until he had slammed his car door behind him and slowly flounced my way up to the front door, purposefully dropping my keys on the ground. 

I had planned accordingly, and wore a pair of black boy shorts that perfectly hugged my butt cheeks, so when I bent over to pick up my keys, he got a little tease of the bottom of my ass. Quickly he was behind me, pulling my skirt down. "What the fuck, Maisie!" he pushed me inside and slammed the door behind me. 'What the fuck are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I dropped my fucking keys."

"Don't play stupid, why are you showing off your body like that? You're being weird."

"Why are you acting like such a jealous ass?"

"Jealous!? What would I be jealous of? Tim across the street staring out his window? He's like 10."

"Yeah, lemme go back outside and give Tim another show," I laughed, but my brother pushed me against the front door and glared at me.

"Don't be stupid. Whatever this is, end it now." 

"You're just acting weird because of wrestling last night." I could tell I caught him off-guard, and he pulled back off of me.

"Whatever, Mais." he turned away from me and hurried up the steps, slamming the door to his room behind him.

I couldn't ever remember a time my brother had yelled at me like that. Why had he gotten so mad? I expected him to stare or maybe trip a little on his way in, if he was looking at my ass, but I hadn't expected so much anger. I waited a few minutes and slowly walked up the stairs to go talk to him. I put my ear up to the door, and I couldn't hear anything. 

I went to turn away, thinking maybe he was studying, but then I heard the faint squeaking of his bed. When I pressed my body closer into the door, I could hear his heavy breathing and quiet moaning. I knew exactly what it sounded like, from the girls he had brought home over the years. My nipples hardened at the idea that my brother was jerking off, though he had probably done it thousands of other times before my revelation the other night. 

I couldn't get any closer, so I just pressed my ear flat into the door and tried to hear anything else. I knew I couldn't see in, because I had tried in the past to get a peep of what he was doing in there, though not during his jerk off sessions. I wondered if he was jerking off because of me, because of me showing off my body and my ass to him. "Fuck, fuck yeah, like that," I heard him grunt, in his deep, gravelly voice. 

My panties dampened, as he moaned out again, "Fuck yeah, 'm gonna cum all over that ass." I dipped my fingers into my boy shorts and started rubbing my clit, my ear still against the door, listening to him moan and grunt. "Give it to me, give me that fuckin' pussy," God, my brother liked dirty talking apparently, much like I did. Whenever I watched porn, I searched down videos where the guys talked dirty the whole time. Something about their disrespectful, but helpless tone got me so turned on.

"Fucking sit on this cock," my brother grunted, the squeaking of his bed growing louder as he pumped his cock. I whimpered, thrusting a finger into my little pussy over and over, as my other finger rubbed my clit in fast, slick circles. "Fucking ride me, you dirty little girl, bad fucking girl!" my brother exclaimed, as I simultaneously fingered myself harder. I wondered if he knew I could hear him. It was doubtful, as I wouldn't have been able to hear him if I wasn't completely invading his privacy with my head against his door.

I was so close to cumming, my fingers a blur in my panties, as I listened to him breathing and moaning. It took so much to keep myself from crying out, I could taste the blood in my mouth from where I bit down on my lower lip. Suddenly, I heard my brother cry out, "Cum, cummmm, cum on me, please, baby girl, cum, I'm gonna cum!!" It was like he had commanded me to finish, because my pussy convulsed on my fingers and I jerked against the door as my orgasm overtook me. I couldn't feel my legs as I slumped down onto my knees in the hallway. I could only hope that my brother was enjoying his orgasm just as much and hadn't heard the commotion right outside his door.

It took me a couple minutes, but I finally dragged myself to my room and got in bed. I no longer had the energy to do anything, especially study. It didn't take long before I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I thought about the previous night's events. Although my brother had expressed anger over my outfit, it was clear that he was attracted to me. Clearly, my overt methods weren't going to work. 

Over the next few days, he avoided me as much as possible. He still offered me rides home and studied with me, but we didn't have the same, comfortable conversations as we previously had. This awkwardness only lasted a few days, and by the next weekend, it seemed like we were back to normal. During the weekend, I spent most of the time at the beach and my brother at the gym, so we didn't see much of each other. Sunday night, when I returned home, my parents were out at a late dinner, and as soon as I got upstairs, I heard loud squeaking coming from my brother's room. This was not the faint squeaking that I 'd heard the other night, but the loudness I only recognized from high school, "Fucking take it," I heard him yell, followed by a girl's cry. 

He must not have heard be come home. My heart pounded in my chest. It was kind of hot, but I couldn't deny that I felt a pang of jealousy, too. That was when I realized the door was open a crack. They must have entered the room in throes of passion and not closed it all the way.




Maisie's Halloween Trick



I peeked in through the crack and I could see my brother had this bitch bent over his bed, with their backs facing the door. He was pounding into her, with no mercy, her head pressed deep into the blankets. Although my brother was never a disrespectful man, the scene truly looked like he was just using her for her pussy. His hands gripped her hips as he pushed his into hers over and over. From my angle, I couldn't really see his dick, just the back of his ass pressing forward and backward, as he roared out every now and then. 

I was so wet, I couldn't help it. Arousal overtook any jealousy I had been feeling, and I dropped my panties right there. I was wearing a skirt, so it was easy to just take my panties off and start rubbing my pussy right there in the doorway. I put one hand on the doorframe to keep my balance as I started to feverishly rub my clit. My brother was yelling out all sorts of obscenities, and occasionally would smack the girl's ass so hard, the sound would echo through the room. I shivered when he did that, wishing so badly his hand would smack down on my ass. I was being such a bad girl watching him like this.

A couple of minutes later, I was still standing there rubbing myself, as he pounded into the poor girl. His teeth were at her neck, as he called her all sorts of names and pummeled her pussy. I briefly wondered if he was taking his frustrations out on her, because he thought he couldn't have me. That thought brought me to the brink of orgasm, and as he threw back his head, I caught a glimpse of his beautiful face, and that was enough to send me over the edge. Sinking down to my knees, I fingered my wet clit through my orgasm, biting my lower lip as I moaned softly. 

Finally I managed to get up off the floor and clean up, before I made my way downstairs to finish up my homework for the weekend. I didn't notice that I'd left my panties on the floor outside his room. About half an hour later, I heard the loud screech. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, JONATHAN!?" and my brother sputtering, trying to calm her down. "You asshole!" I watched as the curvy brunette ran down the stairs and slammed out the front door, driving away in her car. 

My brother slowly walked down the stairs in only his boxer briefs, and when I glanced down, I could see the bulge he hid beneath them. He stared at the door bewildered, and in his hand was my black lace thong, which happened to be very, very damp. He held it out between two fingers. "Maisie."

"Yes?"

"What is this?"

"Obviously... those are panties." The look he gave me stopped me dead in my sarcastic tracks.

"What. The fuck. Are they doing. By my door?!"

"I must have dropped them doing laundry," I lied. He walked over to the couch where I sat and yanked me up by the back of my neck. 

"Try again." he glared at me.

"I'm sorry. I dropped them. It's not like she was your girlfriend anyway, who cares if she got mad about it."

"Why were they by my door?"

"Because I took them off, okay?! Leave me alone." I went to grab them and he wouldn't let me.

"Maisie, they're wet." he rubbed the material between his fingers, showing me the wetness that came off on his hand. I couldn't help it, I know it was stupid, but I leaned forward and licked it off his fingers. He groaned and released his grip on my neck, "I can't believe you." He pushed the panties into my hand and let me go.

"I can't believe you fucked her so loud!" I retorted, turning my back to grab my books and head upstairs. 

"Well you're a pervert for listening," he yelled back, as I hurried up the stairs and into my room. 

"You're a pervert for feeling and smelling my panties!" I cried out, slamming the door behind me and falling face first onto my bed. What the hell was happening to us?! I was letting my hormones go to my head! This was supposed to be a way to gauge if he would want something to happen between us, but it was turning into some fucked up game. I realized maybe I should just let it go and just see what happens on Halloween.

The next week was as awkward as I could expect. The only conversation my brother and I had was at the dinner table or brief conversations about the party on Friday. I already had my costume, which was a sexy masked princess costume my brother had scoffed at when he saw it, and Halloween came more quickly than I thought it would. All week I'd been feeling so riled up since I had seen him have sex and we'd gotten into our fight. 

Since we didn't have class Halloween Day, he took me with him to Costco with him to stock up on supplies. We mostly bought booze, and a few snacks. While we were shopping, I thought of a brilliant addition to my plan. 

I excused myself to the bathroom and immediately called my friend Kasey, who was coming to the party. She didn't know about my plans for my brother, but I could still use her in my scheme without telling her the entire plan. 

After we got home from the store, I helped my brother do most of the set-up. It was almost 8 when I realized I still needed to get ready. I went upstairs to get ready for the party while my brother finished setting up. I took a long hot shower and washed my hair. When I got out, I hurried across the hallway to my room, because people were starting to arrive. I dried my hair and sat at my mirror, curling it perfectly. I took my time applying my makeup, because I wanted to look as gorgeous as possible, even if nobody was going to notice behind my mask. 

About 10, the music had been turned up and plenty of guests had arrived, I could hear my brother greeting everyone loudly, which meant he was already drinking. Kasey texted me when she arrived, and I let her into my room. In her hand she held a sexy pirate costume, which she handed me in place of the princess costume, "So tell me again why we're trading?"

"Cause I wanna surprise this one guy I have a thing for, and I already made the mistake of saying I was coming as a princess."

"Silly, it's a masquerade party, that's the whole point - being anonymous."

"Well, now you can pretend you're a princess and fuck a prince." I winked at her, as she stripped down to get into the costume. She was all primped and pretty, sans costume. We both got into our costumes and giggled, looking at one another through our masks. I looked in the mirror and saw that my costume and mask hid me well. Nobody would be able to tell who I really was, and with her brown hair Kasey could easily pass as me behind the princess costume.

"Okay, come down in like 2 minutes." I said with a giggle, squeezing her hand as I hurried down the stairs. A bunch of eyes followed me as I slowly walked across the house to the back deck, where I grabbed a drink. I made myself a strong one, knowing by the end of the night, I would need the courage. A bunch of people were playing beer pong, and I saw my brother and his friend Robert were about to beat the other team. "I play winner," I said, accenting my voice slightly enough to hide my identity. 

"I'll play with you," a tall, blonde boy offered. I smiled and nodded. He was cute. I would probably make out with him if I didn't already have my evening planned out. As expected, my brother sank the last ball and did his victory dance with Rob. We restacked the cups and started a new game. My partner introduced himself as Sam, and Rob and my brother introduced themselves to me. I lied and said my name was Captain Jackie. They all laughed at the joke. 

About twenty minutes went by and we were two to two. We were about even on skill, and the last two cups were always the hardest. Finally, I sank a cup, and we were down two-one. "I bet you I get the last ball." I said, directly looking at my brother. 

"Oh yeah? What do I get if I win first?" he retorted, teasing me. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Dance with me."

"Okay, but if I win..." I trailed off, giving him a sly smile. His eyes widened and he nodded.

"Sounds like I win either way."

"Will you guys stop flirting and play already?" My brother shot, and missed. So did Rob. My partner looked over at me, shrugging. It was all on me now. I took a deep breath and shot the ball. And I made it! My partner threw his ball in and made it too, but I was already heading away from the table, taking my brother's hand and leading him towards the dance floor.

"I thought I only got a dance if I won," he said, a question in his voice.

"It was the deal, but I'm feeling nice," I whispered. He grinned and put his arms gently on my waist. 

"So what do you get, since you won?"

"A kiss, I think. Later, when you least expect it. And a massage, since I let you have your prize." We swayed to the music, which happened to be a relatively slow song, a lull in the playlist. I could feel my panties dampening at the way my brother's hands innocently roamed my lower back. The fact that he had no idea it was me made this so much more exciting. I wondered if he could smell my arousal in the air, but fortunately there were so many sweaty bodies and alcohol that I doubted he could.

The song ended and he grinned at me, "Thanks for the dance, little Jackie." he went to turn away, and I grabbed his hand again, yanking him back to me. Fortunately, I was wearing heels, but I still had to lean into him, push up onto one toe, and pull his head down close to mine to give him a deep, passionate kiss. The feel of his lips on mine was electric and took my breath away. I thought I was in control, but the minute his hands wrapped around my waist, I realized I was so very wrong. 

I jerked away from him, quickly looking up at him. I couldn't handle the way he was making me feel, just from a simple kiss. And like that, I disappeared into the crowd of people, out the front door, and found someone else to have a conversation with. I wondered if my brother had tried talking to Kasey, who was wearing my costume. Hopefully she would find some way to cover for me. 

I sat down on the grass next to a couple of girls on the front lawn. My head was spinning, and it wasn't just from the few drinks I'd had. It was definitely from that kiss I shared with Jonathan. I had never kissed someone like that before, and I had kissed plenty of guys. About an hour later, the party was still going, but starting to die just a little bit. It was still loud and happening, but quiet enough that I heard my brother speak behind me, "You made it kinda hard to find you, Miss Sparrow."

"Me? I don't think you were looking very hard," I teased back, placing my hand on his chest. He yanked me forward and grabbed my chin lightly in his hand.

"You are quite mistaken," he pulled me in for another kiss, taking my breath away yet again as our lips met. His tongue touched mine and I moaned quietly. "I think we need to take this elsewhere, don't you think? I still owe you that massage." I nodded and let him lead me upstairs. "So, are you going to tell me your real name?" he lead me into his room, shutting and locking the door behind us. I shook my head, 

"Don't you think it adds to the mystery?" I whispered. He nodded, and nuzzled my neck.

"I like that. That's hot." he gently pushed me so I was laying on my stomach and started to tenderly massage my neck and shoulders. His strong hands worked my tense muscles, and I started to relax. "Are you going to keep your mask on too?" he questioned me, as his hands trailed down my back to work my lower back, close to the top of my ass.

"Yes." He didn't argue, simply massaged the muscles at the base of my spine until I melted into the bed. He flipped me over again onto my back and trailed his hands up my body. He was driving me fucking insane, and taking total control of the situation, when I wanted to be the one to take it!

I took initiative this time, pushing him off of me and onto his back, and then straddled him. "You must be a big Pirates fan, then, huh?" he teased, pulling my face down onto his to give me another passionate kiss. I nodded, tugging at his lower lip with my teeth as we kissed. I pushed his shirt over his head and he helped me take it off. If I wasted any time before getting down to business, I was going to lose my nerve. I was good and tipsy, which was giving me all my courage. My brother was the only one at the party who never wore a costume. It was kind of his thing as a host, I guess. I loved that I could look directly into his eyes and see his face while he had no idea who I was. I trailed my hands down his broad chest and hard abs for the first time, moaning out my pleasure. He was just as delicious as I imagined. I loved the feel of the deep lines of his hips and I trailed my nails down them, "Fuck yeah, that feels great." he grabbed onto my hips and thrust up against me as he tried to get my costume off. 

"Leave it on. Just take my panties off." I said quietly, humping against him. I could feel his hard on pressing into me and my assumptions that he had a big cock were proving correct by the feel of things. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, tugging his jeans down to his knees as I pressed hot kisses down his chest. When I got to his abs, I slowed down, taking my time. I nibbled my way down his abs to his beautiful hip bones, licking and sucking each one until he moaned. He helped me get his jeans off, and pulled off his boxer briefs at the same time. 

I couldn't hide my surprise as his cock sprang out and almost hit me in the face. God, but it was beautiful and huge. It was even bigger than I expected after getting a little feel. I wrapped my fingers around it tentatively, wondering how it was going to fit inside me, especially if I didn't warn him I was a virgin. I cooed as he ripped my panties from my body, tossing them to the side, and throwing me back on the bed. He moved between my legs as his hands squeezed my breasts roughly.

I felt his cool tongue hit my clit for the first time and I cried out. It was my first time letting someone go down on me and I briefly wondered why I had waited so long. As his tongue curled around my clit and worked its way up and down my bare lips, to tease into my hole, I clenched my thighs around the side of his head. He was making me feel incredible, and I couldn't help the moans that kept leaving my lips. "Fucking god, your mouth feels so good on my pussy," I whispered, "God right there," he sucked my clit into his mouth as one big finger entered me, and I lost it. I humped against his mouth and finger as I came all over his face, my sweet juices coating his tongue and lips.

"Holy shit, you taste so fucking good." My brother said, his hand around his cock, tugging at it gently. "I wanna fuck you so bad." He grabbed a condom and looked up at me for permission, wanting to be a gentleman. My pussy was soaking wet, thankfully. That would make it a little easier.

"Go slow," I whispered, as he quickly put the condom on, and pushed between my legs and guided his cock to my entrance. He leaned in close to me and kissed my neck tenderly as he started to push into me. I tried my best to relax, but I started to tense up as I felt the pain of him stretching me.

"Hoooolllly shitttt..." he repeated, watching inch after inch sink into me ever so slowly. When he was finally most of the way in, he stopped, letting me adjust to his size. I could feel him throbbing slickly inside me and he trembled, trying to stay still. "You feel... so fucking good. God, you're tight." he whispered into my ear, slowly starting to make small thrusts inside me. "I can barely move inside your tight little pussy," he groaned. "You sure know how to make a man feel big."

"Cuz you are fucking big," I responded, finally taking a breath as he fully pulled out of me and slid all the way back in, in one thrust, taking all of my air with him again. "Oh my god," I moaned. My brother was inside of me. My brother had just taken my fucking virginity. Jesus Christ, I was fucking my brother. I started down at where we met, watching him sink into my little pussy and pull back out again.

"You are so fucking sexy, Jesus Christ." he moaned, his hand lightly coming to rest on my throat. Oh my god, was he going to choke me? Please, please, please choke me, I thought to myself. "Are you sure?" he grinned, and I realized I had said it out loud. I nodded, pushing my hips up into his, and he tightened his grip around my neck, squeezing hard. "You're a dirty little girl, aren't you? You like it when I choke you?" I nodded again, closing my eyes and letting the sensations over take me.

When I opened my eyes again, Jonathan was teasing me with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against my clit over and over, driving me insane. "Put it back in!" I demanded, pushing my hips up to try to force him back inside me. He pushed back in slowly, letting me feel every inch fill me up again, before he started to pick up a steady pace. 

"I make the demands, little girl. You don't get to tell me what to do. You can ask, you can say pretty please." He grinned, "Tell me what you want." His hand tightened a little on my neck and I moaned again. "Tell me. What do you want?"

"Do it harder." I whispered, barely able to breathe, as he started to slam into me, harder and faster. I didn't care that it hurt, that he was stretching me, that I was probably bleeding a little bit. The sensation of my brother fucking me paired with the taboo thought that my own brother was inside of me was driving me closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm. I could feel him struggling not to cum, probably due to my unusual tightness.

"You like it when I squeeze your neck and take you like this? God, you're such a dirty little bitch," he leaned down and pulled the top of my costume down, biting my nipples hard as his fingers squeezed my neck even tighter. "I'm gonna make you cum all over this cock." I moaned out, squeezing around his length, "You like the dirty talk, huh? How dirty do you like it?" I merely smiled coyly up at him, and he laughed, "How kinky are you, little girl? You have some kinky fantasies? Wanna call me daddy and master and shit?" I moaned as he rocked into me, hitting a different spot this time.

"Yeah, you do." he grinned. 

"Oh, right there," I cooed. "Right fucking there," I groaned, rocking back into him. He pulled back and slammed in, hitting the spot over and over as he fucked me harder. 

"You like that? You like this daddy dick?" It was fucking ridiculous, but somehow that turned me on even more, knowing my brother liked fucked up dirty talk like that. 

"Ohhhh yea, ohyeah, ohyeah," I cried out, my orgasm quickly approaching.

"You are one fucking dirty little girl, I love it so much," he groaned and moaned, squeezing my throat and my tit simultaneously as he pounded into my poor little abused pussy. "Come on, little girl, take this daddy dick. Cum on my dick," he pulled back and slapped my clit a few times with his cock, before flipping me onto my stomach. I looked back at him in protest, but he whispered, "Don't worry, just a few thrusts."

He pushed me onto my hands and knees and guided himself back into me from behind. Gripping my ass with both hands, he started to stroke slowly into me. BLAM! His hand came down hard on my left butt cheek, startling me and making me moan. A few strokes later and his hand smacked down on my other butt cheek. I cried out, wetness dripping down his dick, "Fuck yeah, you like when I spank that ass, huh? Little girls deserve to be spanked, you know." he pulled out and flipped me back again. Pushing back into my pussy, his hand found my throat again, "I know, baby girl, you wanna cum on my dick just like this. With my hand on your throat, showing you just who's boss. Daddy's boss. Daddy is the boss of that tight little pussy. And daddy's gonna make you cum all over this dick." I cried out, struggling to hold back. 

All I wanted was to make him cum before I finished, to know that I could have that power over my big brother. I squeezed down on him and he laughed. "Are you trying to make me cum? Naughty little girl, I'm gonna punish you later for that." he squeezed my throat tighter, "Don't you worry, princess, I'm gonna be right there after you. Now cum. Cum on this daddy dick." he commanded, and I listened. I screamed out in pleasure as my body was wrecked with the second orgasm anyone had ever given me besides myself. I shivered and writhed and moaned and shook on the bed and my big brother was right there with me, just as he promised.




Maisie's Halloween Trick



I came down from my orgasm as he slipped out of me, tossing the condom in the trash and snuggling up behind me. "Mmmm," I whispered, his hands caressing my body gently. "Pretty sure you fucked all the energy out of me." I could hear his warm chuckle as he squeezed my ass and slapped it lightly. And with that, I fell asleep.

***

The next morning, I awoke to the feel of Jonathan's arms around my waist, his hot breath on my neck, and his hard cock pressing between my thighs. "Wanna have a quickie before I gotta go downstairs and start cleaning?" I pushed my ass back towards him in response. I was extremely sore, but I could feel myself dripping down the inside of my thighs just at the feel of his desire for me. He tugged my face over towards his, grabbing me by the side of my neck. I closed my eyes to kiss him and all of a sudden, he pulled away, "WHAT THE FUCK, MAISIE?!" My eyes shot open and my hands flew up to discover my mask had fallen away during the night. My face flushed and my pussy dampened even more. 

"Wait, wait, don't be mad." I pushed my hand onto his chest, pushing him flat on his back. His eyes were wide and his dick was still completely hard. "I know you wanted this too... you had to have known... in some part." I climbed on top of him and straddled him, "You knew it was me, didn't you Johnny?" I whispered, kissing his neck softly as my wet pussy slid up and down the underside of his cock. He groaned and half-heartedly tried to lift me off.

"No! How could you trick me like that? Why didn't you just.."

"What? Ask you? 'Johnny, could you please fuck me and take my virginity? Th-" he cut me off before I could finish, wrapping his arms around my waist and flipping me onto my back. He growled into my ear and ground into me.

"I took your virginity last night? You let me be your first? Ohhhh, Maisie..." he trailed off, caressing me. "This is bad. Oh god, but it was so good." his cock twitched and I reached between us to try to position him. "We can't." "We already did." I nudged my hips forward, the head of his cock just brushing my pussy. 

"Please Johnny, please." he nuzzled my neck and groaned again in frustration. "You're on top of me, so if you're not gonna fuck me again, get off." I pushed at his bare chest with my fingertips, scratching lightly.

"Don't tell me what to do, little girl. You're in trouble, remember?" He gripped my hips hard and shoved into me in one thrust. "You're a little trickster, aren't you, Maisie. Tricking your big brother into fucking you."

"I'm sorry, Johnny." I moaned, "I'm sorry, I just wanted you so bad." he pulled out completely and slapped my mound and clit with the head of his cock, before pushing back in, his hand finding my throat. His grip was lighter this time, as though he was afraid to hurt me.

"I was so naughty with you last night, I treated you so slutty. I didn't know it was my baby sister, I swear," he pleaded with me, staring down at where his cock was pushing inside my little pussy. "I never would have talked to you like that."

"I loved it." I whispered, "You weren't bad, it was so sexy."

"You're so fucking sexy, you drive me insane. I've never had sex like that before. And I can't. Believe. You. Let. Me. Take. Your. Virginity." He paused after every word to thrust into me hard. I moaned as he jerked my body up and flipped us over, keeping himself buried inside of me. As I straddled him, I leaned down to press a kiss to his soft lips.

"I knew you wanted me too... the way you reacted to our wrestling. And my outfit."

"It fucking drove me crazy to think anyone else saw my baby sis in that outfit."

"I wore it to make you see me. I wanted you to think I was sexy."

"I did. I do." he captured my lips again with his, grabbing my ass and pulling me up and down on his cock. "We gotta make this quick before anyone crashing down there wakes up, babe." I placed my hand flat on his chest and leaned back, riding him in quick, hard motions. Our moans found each other as he started to pull me down faster. "I can't fuckin' take this, I gotta be in control." 

He flipped me over again, and started hammering into me hard and fast. My body shook with the impact, my moans turning into wails as I neared orgasm. "Fucking bad little girl tricking me like that. Ughhhh, I wanna punish you for being so naughty, wanna make you cum again and again. My little Maisie cumming all over my dick like that last night. I'll never be able to unsee that."

"Good. 'cuz you're gonna keep doing it." I pushed my hips into his to meet his hard, unrelenting thrusts.

"Oh, am I? You wanna keep fucking your big brother?"

"This wasn't just a Halloween Trick, Johnny." I moaned, his hands coming to grip my tits hard. "I wanna fuck you all the time."

"My innocent little sis isn't so innocent, are you?"

"I never even let a guy go down on me before last night..."

"I have so much to teach you, but you're fast learner, aren't you baby?" I nodded and bit down on my lower lip as he leaned forward to kiss my nipples, still pushing into me hard and fast, punishing my sore pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder," I whimpered, his right hand gripping my neck hard.

"Who did I say was the boss last night? Did I say you could order me around?" he chuckled, "Daddy's the boss, baby. You don't get to tell me what to do. If I wanna fuck you nice and slow I will..." and with that, he slowed his thrusts down just to tease me, stroking in and out, reaching down with his other hand to tease my clit. "You like that?" he pulled out completely and used the head of his cock to stroke up and down over my clit, getting the firm bud soaking wet with my juices. 

"P-please... Johnnnnyyy," I whined, pulling at his arm. He tightened his grip on my neck and continued to tease my clit, rubbing in circles now.

"What? What, baby?"

"Pleeeease give it to me."

"Give what to you, sweetie? You want this daddy dick? You want me inside you again?" I nodded, his words just turning me on even more. "Say it. Tell me what you want, honey." I groaned and tried to grab him, but he just tightened his hand around my neck even more, till I could barely breathe. "Awww, that's okay. I'll give you what you want." In one hard thrust, he was inside me again, and I squealed, gasping for breath as he loosened his hand just slightly. 

"Your little pussy is so goddamned tight I can't even believe it. It's like a fuckin' vice. I wanna take you over and over and over." He thrust into me slickly, biting down on my nipple hard as he pushed in and out, quickly picking up the pace. "I wanna feel you cum on me again, so wet and tight..." I whimpered and thrust my hips towards him as he shook my body with his thrusts.

"You gonna cum for me again baby? You gonna cum on this big daddy dick?" I nodded fervently, not wanting him to pull out and tease me again. "God, I'm gonna make that little pussy cum forever. Forget walking ever again. You won't need to go anywhere, 'cuz I'm just gonna take you whenever I want you." I was so close to cumming, I was sure he could see it in my face, because he chuckled and whispered into my ear, "Come on, let it go honey, cum for me. Cum, baby, you bad little girl." 

I didn't want to give him the pleasure of making me cum twice before he came, I wanted so badly to make him cum. Holding back was becoming more and more difficult, especially the way he was gripping my neck so hard I could barely breathe. "Cum on this daddy dick, Maisie. Cum for your big brother." I squealed so loudly, he removed his hand from my neck and covered my mouth as I bucked and writhed underneath him, my juices streaming out of me and my pussy tightening so much, I pushed him all the way out of me. He quickly pushed back into me and started hammering through my orgasm, before he pulsed and came deep into me, groaning out loudly. 

It took me a few minutes laying there on the bed to come down from my orgasm and realize he had cum inside me. "Johnny. Johnny, get off!" I exclaimed, pushing him off of me and trying to hobble towards the bathroom, but my legs were like jelly and I lay back on the bed, feeling the cum ooze out of me.

"Oh, Mais. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." he pulled me close to him and kissed my neck softly. "I'll get you a towel." He went into the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, which he gently cleaned me with and tossed into the dirty laundry. "All better?"

"Well...kind of."

"Oh, shit. Of course you're not on the pill. Um... we can get plan B later today after we clean up?" I nodded and he kissed me again. "You lay here and rest, ok? I'm gonna go clean up everything." He left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him and I lay back, closing my eyes and replaying everything that had happened since last night. I had certainly gotten my wish, and it had been everything I wanted. Now I only wondered if he was going to freak out and regret it...or if we would keep it up. Only time would tell.