"I need a favor." My stepbrother James doesn't look up from his game as he grunts, "what?" "I need you to have sex with me," I rush out. There's a palpable silence as James slowly puts his game controller down and turns to me, "you want me to what?" He asks, dumbfounded. Taking a breath I repeat myself, "I want you to take my virginity." His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally gets out, "but- I'm your brother!" "Stepbrother," I remind him. "No blood relation and it's not like we are exactly close so it won't mess up what little relationship we have. And besides, isn't this like every boy's fantasy? To fuck their stepsister?" "Well yeah but.. it's not like we ever expect it to happen," he says softly. "Well now you have the chance," I tell him, desperately trying to convince him. "And this weekend is perfect, we'll have the house to ourselves until Sunday." He runs a hand through his dark shaggy hair, "why me? Why now?" "Well, as you know I'm going to
"So," James says awkwardly as he taps his legs, "how do you want to do this?" We sit side by side on his bed, not looking at each other. "I don't know, how do you usually start?" "Uhh.. making out usually." "I'm ok with that if you are," I tell him. "I want this to be as normal an experience as possible." "Too late for that," he mumbles. But he turns to me, his blue eyes unsure as they meet mine, "but I will do my best to make this normal." I give him a small smile, "thank you." He nods and leans in, stopping a few inches away and waits for me to come meet him. I close the distance and meet his lips briefly before pulling away. "See? That wasn't so bad," I joke. He doesn't answer, but something replaces the unsure look in his eyes as he leans back towards me. He kisses me again but this time he leans into it, taking control. His lips move against mine, leading mine in a dance that he was obviously experienced in. He bites my bottom lip suddenly, making mine open in a slight
I wake up to strong arms around me, light snoring in my ear and a dull ache in my pussy. I'm pressed against James's chest and his hard morning wood is pressed into my stomach. The previous night comes flooding back to me and my pussy starts to throb in a different way. My hand finds its way to his cock and I rub it lightly over his boxers, wanting to thank him for last night. James snorts slightly but doesn't wake up and I slip my hand into the opening of his boxers, pulling his cock out through the hole. It springs free and I see it for the first time, wondering how it had fit inside me last night. My pussy throbs more at the sight of it and I want it inside me again, but this was for James, not me. Starting slowly, I circle his cock and stroke it, tracing his veins. It only takes a few passes before James groans, "Ali." Glancing up at him, I find his eyes closed and he's breathing quickly. "Harder, grip- harder." Tightening my grip, I stroke him again and he shudders in my
The front door opens and our parents call out a cheerful hello as they make their way into the living room where we are watching a movie. We had decided to sit on different couches, trying to fight the temptation between our legs. So far we'd made it twelve hours, but nine of those were spent sleeping and the rest were staying five feet apart at all times since we didn't know when the parents would be back. It still didn't stop James from jerking off while I watched, his eyes never leaving mine. I know it's silly to be jealous of a hand, but I wanted to be the one stroking him and making him feel good, but we both knew if I did, it wouldn't stop there. "How was your weekend?" Mary asks us. "Pretty good," James answers. "We did a lot of exercising." I cough slightly at his words as my dad asks, "putting that gym membership to use huh?" "Yup," I chime in. "Didn't go as hard as I wanted but I'll work up to it." The look on James's face was priceless as he retorts, "I'm pretty
Five days later and I'm crammed into the backseat of my dads truck, on James's lap. We had stopped at the store when we got close to the cabin and my dad, like always, had bought more than we needed. So here I was, stuck on James's lap in a dark truck as we bounced down a dirt road. Dad is driving and humming softly while Mary is fast asleep. James' lap isn't the best seat, but only because I can feel how hard he is and I can't do anything about it. Or could I? Moving slightly, I feel behind me for his zipper. He goes still under me as he realizes what I'm doing. James puts a hand on my hip but doesn't stop me as I manage to get his zipper open, his erection springing free. I glance at my dad and make sure he hasn't noticed, but his eyes are firmly on the road as he leans slightly towards the wheel. I can feel James lifting the back of my skirt up and covering his cock with it, rubbing it against my ass. He opens his legs slightly, making enough room under me so that he can sli
True to his word, James had made me unable to walk the next day. My dad seemed concerned when I told him I wasn't feeling good, and it was hard to keep a straight face with James grinning over his shoulder. After I assured him I was fine and just needed rest, he finally left, leaving James in my doorway. "This is your fault," I hissed at him. He leans against the doorway, "you said you could take it." "And I did." He smirks slightly, "yes you did princess." He looks over his shoulder briefly, "the parents are leaving for town soon, we could use the hot tub." "That would be great," I grin. "Nothing like warm water to soothe aching muscles." "A massage would help too," he says. "Is that an offer?" He swallows hard, "I'd love nothing more than to rub you down." The tent being pitched in his pants gave testimony to his words, "I can see that." His hand wanders to his zipper and slowly undoes it, letting his cock pop out. He grips it, stroking it as he stares into my eyes
The day before we were scheduled to leave the cabin, James took me to town. The past two weeks were a blur of family outings, with James and I fucking whenever and wherever we could. We even managed to fuck in the hot tub again when the parents were asleep. James drove us to a nice restaurant and even opened the door for me when we walked in. We had never been here before, he had purposefully driven us an hour away so that nobody would recognize us if we got too handsy. "How many tonight?" The hostess asks. "Two," James tells her. She leads us to a small table near the back, smiling at us when James pulls out the chair for me. She waits until we are seated before handing over a wine menu, "would you like recommendations or do you have a particular favorite?" James doesn't even look at the menu, "bottle of Malbec please." She takes the menu back and disappears. When she's gone I whisper, "are you crazy? Neither of us are old enough to order alcohol." James smiles at me cockily,
The rest of the summer passed quickly and as our time together grew shorter, we found more and more reasons to be together. We fucked as often as we didn't, sometimes just going on car rides to talk about what we wanted with our lives. The intimacy of our conversations made the sex that much better, especially after we discussed our fantasies and insecurities. The night before James was supposed to go back to college, I found myself in his room, straddling his lap just like the first time. But instead of making out or riding him, we were just staring at each other. I know it sounds creepy, but it really wasn't. I'd gotten so used to the closeness of him over the summer that the thought of not seeing him again for months made my soul ache. "I'll miss you," I whisper. His hands grip me harder as he nuzzles my neck, "I'll miss you more princess." I pull back and take his face in my hands, kissing him with everything I have. He returns it, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressi
Fifty Years Later“Mom!” A voice calls from the direction of the living room. “Dad!”James and I freeze, his wrinkled face inches from mine. The washer thrums under me as James strokes slowly into me. Age has done nothing to slow us down when it comes to our love life. Even after two hip replacements, he’s still as virile as he was when he was younger. “Grams?” Another voice calls, closer this time. “Be right there!” I call, trying to keep my voice steady. “Mom?” JD’s voice says right outside the laundry room door. “You alright in there?” James chuckles as he slowly slides out of me and tucks his cock away, “be right out.”“Dad?” JD asks. There’s a pause before he sighs, “don’t break another hip.” James laughs loudly as I scoot off the washing machine, groaning slightly. At seventy-six, my joints weren’t what they used to be but that rarely stopped me. Making sure that we were decent, I open the door and walk into the kitchen, James following close behind. “Grams!” Lila yells
Later that night, once the kids were asleep and the sun had long since set, James holds me in bed, his hand resting lightly on my stomach. “Sunya invited us to stay,” I tell him. “Like, permanently stay.” “Malik told me the same thing today,” he says softly. I wish I could say that I was surprised, but Malik is Sunya’s husband and she probably told him to bring it up. “So? Are we?” I ask. “Do you want to?” He counters. “Yeah, I do,” I answer honestly. “The kids love it here and so do I. I miss our parents and the house but this place, these people, feel more like home than our home did.” James nods, “I feel the same way. But..”“But what?”His hand flattens against my stomach, “I’m just worried about you having a baby here. There’s no hospital or doctor anywhere close by in case something happens.”“I’m worried about that too,” I tell him. “But Sunya and several of the other women are midwives. And we have the truck so we can go into town every few months to see a doctor.” I sc
Over the next few weeks, the kids settled into village life better than I expected. JD and Jason were gone most of the day with the other men, either going on supply runs, fixing fences and even digging new wells. Each night the boys would come back to the house, sun kissed and exhausted but still bubbling to tell us about their day. Cleo and I spent our days with Sunya and Ayla, looking after the baby elephants, cooking and keeping the village running. Cleo and Ayla did their chores together every morning before disappearing, only showing up again when they were hungry. We had originally only planned to spend a few weeks at the sanctuary, but then a few weeks turned into a few months, and before we knew it, we’d been there four months. The kids had shown no desire to leave and neither had James or I. The sanctuary was hard work, but it was the type of hard that made every day worth it. We were doing something that mattered, helping a species that was on the brink of extinction b
Later that night, after the kids and the village were fast asleep, James and I lay on our bed talking quietly. “Cleo doesn’t want another brother,” I tell him. “She doesn’t?” He asks, slightly surprised. “How do you know?” “Sunya made a joke about giving us a house with two rooms this time and how when we leave I might be pregnant again, and Cleo made it known that she doesn’t want another brother,” I explain. “She might not be opposed to a sister though. Her and Ayla seemed to get along rather well.” The girls had spent the rest of the day together, Cleo following Ayla around the entire village as the older girl told her about the elephants and all the different animals. Cleo had even met Old George and much to my surprise, didn’t hesitate to eat the chicken strips that he turned into. When night had fallen and it was time for bed, Cleo had asked if Ayla could stay over, and now the two were nestled together on her bed, snuggled under the small Dora blanket that Cleo insisted on
The village hadn’t change, but the people have. Most of the volunteers from last time were gone, same as the baby elephants who I know aren’t babies anymore, but it’s still sad to see new ones take their places. Sunya was a familiar face in the crowd as she marches towards us, a small girl in tow. “Alison!” Sunya exclaims as she approaches. “You have returned to us!” She pulls me into a tight hug and whispers, “I see things have worked out well.” “They have,” I whisper back before pulling away. “Yours has grown up so much!” I give the little girl a smile, “she’s still as pretty as ever.” “As are yours,” Sunya tells me. “Young man, front and center please.” JD rushes to stand in front of her, a toothy grin on his face. “You look like a strong young man.” JD nods and flexes his small arms, “I am! I can carry two things of milk at once!” He tells her proudly. “Well now, that is strong indeed,” Sunya tells him seriously. “We need strong muscles to help us with the baby elephants
A week later and we are back in Kenya at the Reteti Elephant Sanctuary. Our van bounces along the familiar road, the scenery the same as the last time we were here. The children stare excitedly out the window, calling out all the animals that they see. I’m snuggled into James’s side, his arm around me as I doze. It had been a long flight, made even longer by the two bored kids that had refused to sleep on the flight. How they weren’t passed out right now I’ll never know. I’m almost asleep when the van comes to a sudden stop, letting a herd of elephants walk across the road in front of us. “Look at those!” JD exclaims, moving to get a better look. “Let me see!” Cleo demands, trying to shove her brother out of the way. Our driver smiles at them and points to the largest one at the head of the group, “see that one? How she is watching us? That is the leader. She protects the herd.” He lowers his voice, “she watches us to make sure we aren’t a threat.” “How does she
“I can’t believe they still have this shower,” I laugh as I strip. James grins from the bed, “it’s a good shower. I personally love it.” “Oh I know you do,” I tease, going and starting it. I secretly loved the shower too, the glass tube giving a perfect 360 view of whoever was in it. I’m under the water when a rush of cold air hits me and then James’s arms are around me, his head nuzzling in my neck. “James,” I groan as he nibbles my skin. “Baby,” he replies, his hands wandering lower and grazing over my pussy. “Not in the shower,” I tell him. “Doctor said.. no more.. water.. activities.” My words come out in gasps as James strokes me and it takes everything I have to pull away from his hands. “I’m serious,” I tell him. “You almost shattered your knee, James. No more shower sex.”“Technically,” James says with a smirk. “The doctor said no more standing shower sex.” He motions to the bench that’s presumably been in the shower since Annie’s aunt was alive, “he didn’t say anythin
“I don’t know how the hell you do it,” Annie sighs as she falls onto the couch. “What do you mean?” I ask, handing her a drink and sitting next to her. She takes a large swig and sets it on the table, “all of it. The kids, the husband, making it all look effortless. I’m fucking exhausted and I only have one kid. I don’t know how you do it with two.” “Annie,” I say softly, putting my hand on hers. “I’m fucking exhausted too.” She looks surprised, “really? You hide it well.” “I love my kids,” I tell her. “I love my life and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but being a mom is exhausting. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed, to need some time to yourself.” “I just,” she sighs. “I just feel like I should be better at this. I’m not one to run away from a challenge, but sometimes.. sometimes I feel so trapped. I love Max and Georgie, but I’m not one to sit still. I feel like my body is vibrating with all this pent up energy but I’m too exhausted to use it.” “I know how you feel,” I
Five Years LaterThe park in Paris was exactly as it had been the first time- curly slides, dozens of swings, sandboxes and dozens of kids. The only difference was now our kids join in on the fun. James and I sit on the same bench we did the first time we were here, eating our ice cream as we watch our kids play. JD runs around with a group of boys playing tag, while his sister Cleo plays with another little girl in the sandbox. When we’d first gotten to Paris a week ago, the kids had been curious but shy about the other kids, the language barrier making it hard for them to communicate. We’d tried our best to teach them some phrases before we’d flown over, but it was hard to get a six and five year old to focus on what they call ‘funny talk.’ But after a week of watching French cartoons, they’d started picking it up like a sponge and by the time we leave, I think they’ll know more than we will. We’d decided on Paris as our first international trip as a family because it was where