His Perfect Servant

Chelsea

He leaned down and kissed my earlobes, nibbling lightly on them and stopping to whisper small compliments on my body that heightened my arousal. He was not in a haste. There was time for all the fun and he was not rushing through anything. He tipped my head gently to look at him and he took one longing look at my lips before kissing me long and hard. When he let me go temporarily, I could feel my head reeling.

The small voice at the back of my head started chanting again,

'Chel, that is your brother, you should not fuck him.'

But I wasn't paying attention to the Small voice. It had been there since he had showed up and led me away into the filled tub in his bathroom. He had sighed first against my ears as he closed the door.

I had wanted him even in that instant. From the moment our eyes had first met, I had wanted him and when he showed up in my room, naked but for the denim pants riding low on his hips, he was a mass of seduction walking about.

"You won't say no to me when I'm sry to take you, will you?", he asked this time, his hand moving up to hold my chin which was now trembling lightly in his arms.

"What do you want, Chel?",he asked when I didn't say anything. My eyes were getting darker with every new wave of desire that hit me, causing light tremors of delight through my body.

"It's you I want, brother.", I said. He grinned at me.

"You still call me brother?" he asked. I nodded lightly and then watched him start to submerge his lower body into the tub. He had been sitting on the rim all along but this time, I had a feeling he was ready to take me now and I felt my innards start to tingle.

I had never really thought about calling him anything besides brother and he had not said anything until that moment.

Carefully, he set me atop him, he was hot and intoxicatingly handsome and I wanted all of him. My breasts were pointing at his chest now and I sat on his thighs, my cheeks rubbing against the hardness of his laps. He grinned again at me.

"Brothers don't do what I am about to do you to their sisters.", he said, but his hands went around my back, holding me even closer to him now, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest.

I did not get to reply this time when he took my lips again, this time kissing me with a form of ferocity that defied my comprehension and fired up my need in a wild way. I was beginning to lose whatever sanctity I had possessed as I started to mount him, bent on taking him inside of me. He held my hips this time and compelled me to stay but not move.

"What do you want, Chel?", he asked.

It did not matter how many times he asked the question, I was ready to show more than to tell him what I wanted, I tried to press against him again, willing him to let go of my hips so I could let him inside me. He frowned.

"You have no idea how much I want to take you. Even now, I want to be buried deep inside of you but I can not do that if I do not know what you want."

When I opened my mouth to speak, my voice came out in a whisper.

"You know what I want."

I cleared my desire_constricted voice and tried again, "My body gives me away, and this wantonness that I display is a testament that I want you now, Aldrich!"

He laughed.

"I like how commanding you are."

I could feel my core throbbing and he smiled when I started to try again, but he held me still. He was doing it deliberately..it was a slow torture, he wanted to have me beg him, to plead for him to take.

“Who sleeps with her own step brother?'

The small voice came again, but it did nothing to my desire. Each minute that passed without him in me was immense torture and I longed for him to finally take me.

He took one long look at my breasts and took one in his mouth. I arched my back, my hands going around his neck while I gave him room to have all of me.

He suckled on one nipple, nibbling and sucking until I was squirming in his arms, my cheeks trembling against his thighs in the tub. He didn't care much about the urgency with which I was urging him on, my hands buried in his hair and my moans coming so loud that I could swear I would lose my voice.

It went on and on, his mouth tactically sucking and nibbling each nipple until I was shaking in his arms, only then did I begin to feel the tip of the shaft press against my core. He was going to take it at last. My heart raced faster and my innards roiled with the intensity of this new pleasure. I felt him start to push inside me.

"Yes, yes, Aldrich.", I chanted as I clung even harder to him, ready to accommodate the whole of him, my eyes closed and my lips only calling out his name.

**

A knock sounded and I sprang up in bed.

I had a wet dream about my step mom's son, Aldrich Timber again.

My hand went between my legs and I felt the moistness.

I had not only had another wet dream about him, there was a probability that I had moaned his name out loud and he had heard me.

"You should come down for breakfast, Chel.", Aldrich called softly from outside the door, and then I listened with uneven breathings as his steps died away in the hall.