Page 15 of Stepbrother's Inheritance

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Because I love you too. I've wanted you for years! I've spent the last six years mad at you for leaving me and you didn't have to!"

"I'm sorry Vic, I've never stopped loving you. I still love you. All my heart, it's yours."

Ben moves from his side of the nook to mine in a flash. Pulling me from my chair he wraps his amazing strong arms around me and pulls me up into his embrace. Our lips meet again like electric fire coursing through my veins.

Chapter eleven

We stumble down the hall losing our clothes as we go. It's awkward, wonderful, and amazing. My body responds to his closeness, the scent of him, the feel of his hardness as he holds me close. Our lips barely part only to gasp in air before we crush one to another again. Years of pent up desire explodes between the two of us in an electrical release.

I trip into him and he sweeps me up into his arms carrying me through his door and then tossing me on the bed. He stops, looking down at me. His robe is gone, his muscles ripple as his arms move back to his sides. His underwear is pushed down and I can see the delicious ridge of muscle that lines his hips.

My own clothes are mostly gone, my bra is on and my pants are half-way down my legs. I force myself to look up to him. He purses his lips and shakes his head but I can feel the throb of his desire.

"We shouldn't ..." he says.

"Ben," I protest.

"You're my sister," he repeats.

"No, I'm not. Your mother is dead, we're no longer legally related."

I don't give him a chance for any further debate. I leap off the bed wrapping my arms around his neck. I pour all my passion, all my love, all my need into him through my lips. I kiss him, his neck, down across his incredible pecs. My hands roam up and down pushing his underwear lower until it hangs on his manhood.

I lower myself back to the bed hooking my thumbs under the waistband. I pull out freeing it. I look up at to him meeting his eyes as I lower my mouth down on to him taking it fully in my mouth. It jumps as soon as my tongue touches it and I taste the first of his salty sweetness.

"Oh god," he moans his hands wrapping into my hair.

I work my way up and down using my tongue to full effect to swirl and trace the shaft. I want him so badly I keep pushing to take him deeper and deeper until he's in my throat. It makes me gag a little but that makes me want him more.

"Hmmm, god Vic, slow down," he moans but I don't.

I want him. I want to taste him, to feel him sliding down my throat. I work faster, my tongue swirls back and forth along the underside of his shaft as I shove him fully down finally making it to the base. His grip in my hair tightens and he cries out as he stiffens then his creamy load pours down my throat. I take it all in moaning as I drink him dry. Then slowly I pull back.

I lean on the bed spreading my legs letting him have full view of the woman I've become. My own desire is high and his is too. His just spent member springs back to life as he lowers himself beside the bed. He places one hand under each of my hips then he roughly pulls me to the edge. Lightly he kisses his way up my right calf, along my thigh, his hot breath slides across my womanhood before he kisses his way down my left then back up.

My hands run through his hair and along his shoulder muscles. As he rises towards me I tense, wanting him to taste me, needing him to take me but each time my anticipation is met with disappointment as he passes by yet again. The tension just keeps building. He grasps my panties and slowly he slides them down my legs. He rises to a half crouch and I can see his stiffness.

He lowers his face between my thighs and gently parts my delicate lips with his tongue. I buck and moan as he slowly licks my folds finding his way towards my pleasure center. Then his tongue is on it and my entire world explodes in stars. I don't know what I'm doing as wave after wave of sensation rocks through me. Tension builds and builds until I'm wound so tight I'm sure I can't take anymore and yet again it builds.

He presses in to me taking me in my most intimate core and then it all explodes out in running waves of fire. My body shakes, my muscles tremble, I can't control the flows running along my nerves. I give myself over to the running river of it all and let it carry me away until it passes and I'm left weak and trembling lying on the bed struggling to catch my breath.

Ben's there next to me, kissing me gently on my neck and cheek. Once it passes I feel him at my opening pressing in, expanding me in ways I've ever experienced. I don't think heaven could feel any better. He thrusts into me as we stare into each other's eyes. My hands roam over his taut muscles and at last I feel safe. I give myself over to him fully letting him have everything he ever wanted and everything I ever wanted.

We thrust in time to each other pushing and pulling in perfect union. Our passion burns bright through the night as we push each other to the edge and over again and again. At last, exhausted, we cuddle up and I drift to sleep with his strong arms wrapped around me just as they had when I was a child.

Chapter twelve

I awake with a start. Ben stirs behind me then rolls off and stretches. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder my fingers idly tracing the lines of his perfect form.

"Good morning," I say smiling.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I laugh.

He smiles then shakes his head. "I'm fine," he says. "Is this ... okay? Can we do this?"

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