Best Kept Secrets (3 page)

Something long and hard and hot was pressing against me. In fact, it wasn’t just pressing against me—it was pressing
into
me. Looking down, I saw that Josh’s thick shaft had parted my pussy lips and was rubbing directly against my slick core.

He hadn’t entered me, thank goodness—I felt like I would have died of embarrassment if my own stepbrother’s cock had penetrated my tight, virginal pussy. But though he hadn’t entered me, the entire upright length of his shaft was pressing against my open pussy, making it look like we were trying to have sex and he just hadn’t gotten around to putting it in me yet.

“Oh my God,” I whispered at the same time Josh said, “God
damn
,” in a hoarse, uneven voice.

Neither of us moved so much as an inch. It was as though we were frozen to the spot, unable to believe what was happening. My legs were still locked in place around Josh’s hips, and he had instinctively reached out to catch me, so his hands were firmly planted on my bare ass.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, not sure what else to say. “There was a reeter—the biggest one I’ve ever seen. It was right above me.” Remembering the ugly bug made me turn my head to see if it was still there.

There was no reeter—nothing but a blank expanse of tiles that stared back at me accusingly, as though suggesting that I had made the bug up, just to get close to my stepbrother.

“I don’t see it,” Josh said flatly. He was still supporting me, his big hands on my ass and a skeptical look on his face.

“I swear it was there,” I protested. “It must have crawled back in the crack it came from. It—oh!” A sudden shadow, like a pair of antenna twitching in the corner of the stall, made me jump against him.

Josh gave a low groan, and the broad, mushroom-shaped head of his cock twitched, pressing against my mound. I moaned too, surprised at the sudden burst of pleasure that tingled through my body as his shaft rubbed over my tender clit. With a start, I realized that I was turned on as well—maybe as turned on as he was. My pussy was wet and slippery against his shaft, and my clit ached at the intimate friction with his thick cock.

“Sorry,” I gasped again. “I thought I saw it in the corner.”

“It’s not there,” Josh snarled. “There’s
nothing there
, Cassandra. Now will you please get off me before I embarrass myself?”

“Embarrass yourself? What do you m—” I broke off abruptly as I looked down at his cock again. The wide head was leaking, precum flowing copiously from the tip and wetting the blonde, springy curls of my mound.
Oh my God—he’s about to come!

The thought flashed across my brain, leaving panic in its wake. I wasn’t on any form of birth control—my pussy was bare and completely unprotected. I couldn’t get Josh’s cum inside me. I just
couldn’t
.

“Let me down!” I demanded, struggling to get away. “Let me down right now, Josh, or I swear—”

“Goddamnit, Cassandra! I told you don’t move. I—
oh!
” His large frame trembled, and he dug his fingers into my ass, letting me know I would have marks there the next day. Then he took a step forward, pressing my bare back to the tiled wall. He pinned me there with his throbbing shaft deep within my cunt lips and then began to move.

It only took two or three long, hard thrusts against my slick inner pussy before a low groan was drawn from his mouth and then spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum was soaking my belly and pussy mound.

“Josh, no!” I exclaimed, but it seemed he couldn’t stop. I felt his hard cock grinding against me, rubbing my throbbing clit in just the right way and I realized with horror that I was even hotter than before. In fact, just a little more friction and I would be coming as well.

Josh thrust against me again, pinning me more securely to the wall in a hard, possessive move that made me moan. Suddenly, I was there. Stars danced before my vision as a wave of unrelenting pleasure swept through me, tightening my body like a fist and forcing me to grip his broad shoulders even more tightly.

“Josh,” I cried. “Oh, God, Josh that’s so…so…
oh
!”

“Cassie,” he growled low in my ear. “Cassie, damn it…”

Looking down between us, I saw that he was still coming. I didn’t know if it had been a long time between girls for Josh or if he always came so much, but hot cum was running down my belly and between my legs where we were almost joined. It was slipping into my unprotected pussy, sliding down between my wet cunt lips, and no doubt being pressed up into my cunt channel by Josh’s long, slow thrusts.

“Stop!” I begged, trying to push him away. “Please, Josh, stop. We can’t do this—you know we can’t.”

“I know.” Abruptly he broke the connection between us. Pulling away from me, he set me down on my feet. “I’m sorry, Cassandra. I didn’t mean to.”

“I didn’t, either,” I assured him, using the rapidly cooling stream of water to wash away the cum that decorated my belly and pussy mound. “I really did see a reeter, Josh. I’m sorry.”

“I am too.” He looked away from me. “I’d better go.”

“Wait, Josh.” I put out a hand to hold him back, but his bicep felt like iron under my fingers. “Can’t…can’t we talk about this?”

He turned to look at me, his face a mask of shame and anger. “Not unless you want a repeat performance, sweetheart,” he snarled.

With surprise and fear, I saw that his cock was still hard, still obviously throbbing for release. So once wasn’t enough for him. Was it really me he desired—or was he simply still horny from a long period of abstinence?

“Well? Do you?” Josh took a step toward me, and I recoiled from the barely veiled rage and desire I saw in him. Though I didn’t know it, that was the first time I saw the Beast—the sexual animal that lived in my stepbrother’s soul, crouching and ready to leap out when the opportunity presented itself. Perhaps all men have one. I don’t know—I only knew it frightened me to see that look on Josh’s face. To hear that tone in his voice.

“No,” I whispered, taking a step backward.

“Good.” He nodded contemptuously at the shower. “Finish washing yourself off. It would be a shame if you got pregnant when I didn’t even get to fuck you.”

His harsh words were like a slap in the face. It was so unlike Josh I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was this really the same big brother who had saved me from a life of bondage on Titan? Who had held me and let me cry when I missed my mom? Who called me “sassy Cassie” when he was in a teasing mood?
That
was the Josh I knew and loved—but who was this angry, sexual stranger?

Chapter Three

It
is
my fault, I told myself, still watching the vast curve of Svortza 6 spinning in space like a green glass marble. I should have talked to him about it right away instead of letting this wall grow between us. I should have objected when he said we had to take separate showers from now on and ration the water in other ways. There was no need for this awkwardness between us. No need to let one silly accident spoil our whole relationship.

Yet it had been a pretty big accident. When I closed my eyes, I could still feel his muscular body naked and wet against my own. And my clit still tingled when I remembered the hard press of his naked cock against my open pussy. I knew I shouldn’t dwell on such thoughts—after all, Josh was my brother. It was wrong, so wrong to remember the incredible orgasm that had ripped through me from the thrusts of his hot shaft sliding over my tender clit. Wrong to—

“Looks like a nice tight orbit. Good piloting, Cass.”

I jumped guiltily and spun around to see Josh standing behind me, staring at the viewscreen. In the past he would have put his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. Now, however, he was keeping his distance, his sculpted arms crossed over his broad chest as though to ward me off. It was a distinctly unapproachable pose, and it made me sad to see him that way. At the same time, I felt embarrassed and guilty about my thoughts just a moment before.

Pull it together, Cassandra. It’s not like he can read your mind.

“Thanks,” I said, giving him a small smile. “I, uh, hope we won’t have to search too hard to find the truth plant.”

“According to the natives, the lish k’lit grows everywhere in the central jungle.” He pointed at the viewscreen. “There. So let’s take her down, shall we?”

“Sure,” I said numbly.

Josh turned to go, and I realized what I was doing—chickening out again. We had to talk this thing out before another minute went by. And certainly before we went down to the surface of an alien and possibly hostile world.

“Josh.” I put my hand on his arm and tugged. “Come on, let’s talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Yes, there
is
. We need to talk about what happened in the shower our first night out, and you know it.”

Reluctantly he turned to face me. “I don’t think so,” he said stiffly. “I think we should just forget it ever happened.”

“But it
did
happen. It happened, but it’s not the end of the world—it was an
accident
, for Pete’s sake!”

“An accident that wound up with me coming all over you.” Josh’s tone was harsh and his face was like stone.

I took a deep breath and lifted my chin. “If it makes you feel any better, I…I came too, Josh. I couldn’t help it.”

“You just don’t get it.” Josh shook his head. “Do you have any idea what nearly happened in that shower, Cassandra? I nearly
fucked
you. I was so far gone I nearly shoved my cock into your pussy and pumped you full of my cum.”

I put a hand to my mouth and drew in a ragged breath. To hear him talk like this, so blatantly, so sexually, frightened and shocked me. But it did other things to me too, I was ashamed to admit. For some reason I was suddenly wet between my thighs, and the way he was looking at me had me burning up inside.

“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, to hide the strange and frightening emotions that were bubbling inside me. “I never meant to make you so…so upset.”

Josh suddenly seemed to deflate. “Oh hell, Cassie, I’m sorry.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, as though he was trying to drive back a headache. “It’s my fault as much as yours. I guess I’m just reacting to the way you look now.”

I stiffened and crossed my arms over my full breasts. “And what’s wrong with the way I look?”

“Nothing. Not a damn thing,” Josh said earnestly. “You look wonderful—incredible. But…you don’t look like my little sister anymore. Not by a long shot.”

“I can’t help that,” I said stiffly. “You know the effects our lifestyle has had on my body, Josh. You’re lucky I stayed looking like a little girl for as long as I did.”

“I know,” he said, looking miserable. “And I know you like the way you look now—I don’t blame you. You’re
beautiful
, Cass. But…it’s hard for me to be around you, especially after what happened in the shower.”

“It’s hard for me too,” I whispered. “But I still want to make this work.”

Josh’s response surprised me.

“If you really mean that, then buy some more clothes.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I said.” He frowned at me critically. “I guess you can’t see it, but none of your clothes fit anymore. The shirts are all too tight, and your skirts are all too short. When you bend over I can see your panties, for God’s sake.” A look of misery crossed his face. “I don’t need to see that. It only makes things more difficult.”

The memory of his large, hard cock throbbing against my core rose unbidden in my mind, but I pushed it back down again. “I guess I didn’t realize. I’m sorry, Josh, really sorry. I never meant to…to tempt you.”

“That’s the thing—you
shouldn’t
tempt me.” He sounded almost desperate. “I mean, it’s not right, Cass. I should be able to see you completely naked and be totally unaffected. Not…never mind.” He shook his head, apparently unwilling to say more.

I should have been horrified at the thought of my stepbrother getting the hots for me, but to be honest I felt flattered instead. I had always considered Josh a handsome man—a specimen in his prime. The idea that he desired me was a heady experience, but I tried not to show it.

“I’ll buy new clothes,” I said earnestly, looking up at him. “The minute we get back to the space station, I promise. And…and you can find some willing girl and, uh, scratch your itch. I’m sure that’s the only reason you’re, um, looking at me that way.” I cleared my throat, embarrassed. “Really, Josh, we’ll be okay.”

“Really?” He frowned, his handsome face dark and brooding. “I don’t know, Cassandra. I feel like we’re on a slippery slope and if we don’t watch out, we might fall off.”

“Fall off and what…sleep together?” I tried to laugh at the foolish idea but somehow my mouth was too dry to make the sound. “Come on, Josh. That’s ridiculous. We would never…do that.”

He took a deep breath. “Of course we wouldn’t. I’m sorry. I’ve just been going crazy ever since the, uh, shower thing.”

“Me too.” I took a step toward him. “But Josh, you’re the most important person in my life—I don’t want to lose you over this.”

“I don’t want to lose you either.” Sighing, he opened his arms to me. “Come here. It’s weird, but we’ll just have to get past it.”

“Thanks, Josh.” I went to him and allowed myself to melt against him completely, just as I had when my mom had first died, and I went to him for comfort. He hugged me tight against him, and I breathed in the spicy, masculine scent of his skin, feeling safe and cared for just as I had that first time, so long ago. “I love you, Josh,” I whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek gently.

He squeezed me tighter. “I love you too. More than I can say.”

I pressed myself against him, feeling content and protected in his arms. This was good; this was right. It was exactly where I needed to be—exactly where I belonged.

“Cassie,” he whispered. “Oh, Cassie.”

“Josh.” I kissed his scratchy cheek again, and I didn’t pull away—even when the hard ridge of his cock branded my belly through his tight black flight pants and my own too-short skirt.

Everything is going to be okay. I’ll get some new clothes when we get back to the space station, and we’ll put all this behind us.
In the meantime, I was determined not to make Josh feel any worse than he already did. I swore to myself that no matter what happened, no matter how many times he got hard when he hugged me or how often he stared a little too long at my breasts, I wouldn’t say a word.