Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance (8 page)

“Are you scared?”

“No. Not with you,” she said immediately as the car dove deeper and deeper into the night.

Finally, we exited the forest and came out onto a small clearing. I pulled up to the edge of it and Sarah gasped—the clearing turned into a cliff abruptly, with the town, glittering below, laid out before us.

“Careful, Damien! Don’t drive off!” she cried. I just laughed.

“We’re fine, we’re fine… Relax, kiddo,” I informed her, parking the car. I turned to her.

“Okay. Let’s talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Us, obviously. And what… This is,” I said, knowing that this was precisely what she wanted to talk about too.

“Is there anything to talk about?” Sarah grumbled, avoiding my eyes. “You’ve proven that I’m just a fuck to you. Do you want me to be your local squeeze here in Laramie?”

I reached over, putting my arm around her, running my fingers through her hair. It was down up with scrunchies and I pulled them out, letting her hair cascade down over her shoulders. She shook her head, pulling out the kinks.

“Jerk. I liked my hair like that.”

“Well, I like it better like this.”

“You’re not my boyfriend.”

“But I’m your brother.”

“Exactly. So, you can never be my boyfriend.”

“You know that’s right, Sarah.”

“I know! I know that’s right. I just don’t like it, okay? I don’t like that I can’t have you. It pissed me off. I don’t like not getting what I want.”

“Let me tell you, kiddo…” I said with a laugh. “Part of being an adult is not always getting what you want.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Living with my dad…”

I raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh… Nothing…”

“Sarah…”

“Just take me home, okay?” she said finally, sighing and shaking her head. I caught her face by her chin and turned her to look at me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, firmly, authority ringing out in my voice. She bit her lip adorably and I melted ever so slightly inside.

“Dad beats me… I mean, he beats Dakota too. And he beat Christina. That’s why she doesn’t come around anymore.”

My face hardened. I felt a cold, icy wrath building in my stomach, so much different from the hot rage that had seized me back at the dance.

“Does he do it often? How? Why?”

“When he’s drinking… And when no one else is around…Except for Dakota or Maria…” she said quietly.

“I didn’t see any bruises,” I murmured, my rage still building.

“What?” Sarah asked, eyes wide, confused. Beautiful. Those beautiful eyes and how much they must hurt… How much pain they must have borne. And here she was, bearing her soul to me.

I remembered back to the way the children in Iraq looked: their scared eyes, their trembling lips, wanting something, anything—help, assistance, assurance… Love? And here was my sister, asking for the same thing from me—even if she couldn’t say so out loud. It made me mad that someone was doing this to her, to someone as sweet as her, but it hurt me even more to see her helpless, to see her asking for me—even if she wouldn’t say it.

“I got you mostly naked,” I pointed out. “And I didn’t see any bruises. No marks. No scars. Abuse tends to leave marks.”

She shrugged.

“He hasn’t hit me for a few weeks—I don’t mean that it’s like an every day thing.”

She paused, thoughtfully, looking down at her hands in her lap as she wringed them, twisting her fingers up into knots.

“Well, sometimes it is.”

“Like when?”

“Oh, god, Damien, I don’t know…” Sarah said with a sigh, tears dripping down her cheeks. “When he’s made. When he’s stressed. Then, any little thing will set him off. And… He’ll come after me with a piece of rubber tubing.”

I wrinkled my brow.

“What? Rubber tubing?”

“That’s right. I know it sounds insane, but he buys it just for this purpose—just to hit us with, because it won’t leave marks.”

So, it was pre-meditated—it wasn’t just a drunken crime, a man seized by emotions, seized by anger—that was something I could understand, even if I’d still kick his ass to the high heavens for it. No, this was something that even when sober, he was still thinking about, he was preparing for…

“That’s terrible. I’m sorry.”

“I’m just so ready to leave… I’m so ready to leave it all behind, Damien,” Sarah said with a sob, holding her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, this is more than you care about. Just take me home.”

I pulled her close, pressing my lips to her forehead.

“No, no, no… You’re my sister, and I care about you.”

“I’m not really your sister. Even ignoring the fact that we’re not blood related, it’s not like you really know me.”

“Well, maybe I should get to know you,” I countered.

“How are you going to do that?” she asked through her tears, looking up at me. Our faces were so close and I could feel her heat, smell her tears mixed with her perfume, mixed with my cologne and the lingering smell of our lovemaking.

I pressed my lips to hers and I felt her collapse against me, pressing her body into mine.

“Damien, this is so wrong and I hate that I can’t have you for my own…” she whispered in between our kisses, her throat heavy with passion, voice husky with lust as her tongue dueled with mine.

“But…” I interjected.

“But I want you so fucking bad all the time now,” she whispered, continuing. “I want you. I want you. I want you.”

“What are we going to do about that?”

Now it was her turn. She was smiling through her tears.

“I don’t have to be quiet out here,” she whispered to me. “You can make me scream as loud as you want.”

She leaned in to kiss my neck, nibbling at my flesh, her lips hot and hungry.

“And I’m so sore from how hard you fucked me before… So I’m going to scream a lot.”

And then she bit my neck a little, sinking her teeth into my skin ever so slightly. I gasped, feeling my cock getting harder and harder as my pants tightened, and especially as Sarah’s soft little hand, so recently become a woman’s hand, found its way onto my crotch. She wrapped her fingers around my bulge, squeezing it softly, feeling up the tip, running her fingers along my hard, throbbing flesh.

“Sarah, I think we should talk more about your father,” I said, suddenly, pulling away. “He can’t do this to you…”

“Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,” she cried, unbuttoning my shirt buttons. “I don’t want to think about anything right now. I want to forget about everything. I just want you. I want to pretend, tonight, Damien.”

“Pretend?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. My cock was throbbing and begging for attention. As her fingers played over my pants, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer. Before long, I’d be fucking her brains out if I didn’t shut things down…

“That’s right. I want to pretend. I was to pretend my father doesn’t exist. I want to pretend we’re not related. I want to pretend you’re my boyfriend.”

She began to unzip my pants.

“Can you do that for me, Damien? Can you pretend to be more boyfriend for a night?”

Now it was my turn to bite my lips. My pants were unzipped and she slid my cock out of my underwear. It sprang proudly into full few, standing tall, standing hard, the veins in my flesh throbbing and hungry. My cock tip was already glistening with pre-cum—the fact that I had already dropped a load inside of Sarah earlier that night didn’t dull my passion or my desire whatsoever.

“I can try…” I murmured as she ran her fingers up and down my throbbing shaft.

“God, you’re so big…” she whispered, stroking my flesh. She pressed her fingers to my skin, jacking me off slowly. “I can’t believe I had this inside of me. I’ve never had anything so big inside of me. I can’t believe you didn’t rip me apart. I’ll probably look down there and find that I’m bleeding…”

She dug her hands into my underwear and found my balls, sliding them out, running her fingers over them.

“You like that?” I grunted. “Your boyfriend’s cock.”

She smiled, biting her lip as she ran her fingers over my flesh.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to make my boyfriend feel good tonight.”

“Then I think you should use your mouth,” I murmured, leaning back a little in the driver’s seat.

“Oh, really?” Sarah murmured, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise as she leaned forward. She gave my cock a chaste little peck on the tip, my pre-cum sticking to her lips. She licked it off with a look of satisfaction, smacking her lips.

“Like that?”

“Don’t tease. You know what I want.”

“But I want to tease you… I want to tease my boyfriend…” she whispered, lowering her lips again to my flesh.

But instead of sucking my cock, she turned to my balls, running her tongue along my sack, tasting my hot skin, rolling my balls over in her mouth as she began to lap at my skin.

“Like this?”

“Fuck, Sarah, suck my cock…” I groaned, reaching a hand behind her head, running my fingers through her hair and moving her face back to my cock.

She yelped in delight.

“Yes… I like it when you’re rough with me… Does that make me a weirdo?” she asked with a smile. Before I could answer, she slid her tongue from the base of my cock, adjoining my balls, up slowly but agonizingly, working its way over the territory of my shaft, finally coming to my thick, throbbing cockhead. She swirled her tongue around my meaty head and then began to work down the other side, running her tongue along the prominent vein on my dick, tasting me with apparent satisfaction.

“Not… Not at all…” I grunted, savoring the soft, wet slide of her tongue along my cock. Finally, she took the tip of my cock into her mouth and I rewarded her by pulling her hair, gripping it hard with my fist. She let out a delighted yelp as my cock twitched in between her lips.

“Just like that,” she gasped. “I’m a bad girl. I’m a bad girl and I want to be naughty for you.”

I don’t normally go for this naughty little girl stuff but this had me hot and ready.

“Then suck my cock,” I ordered. “And swallow my cum like a good girl. Or else.”

“Or else what?” she whispered stroking my cock with one hand as she looked up at me.

“Or else I’ll punish you. And you’re going to love that.”

SARAH

I bit my lip. How had this happened to me? How had I become this little sex kitten, talking dirty… To my brother, of all people!

The thought of Damien punishing me drove me wild. Even though I hated when my father hit me, I loved the forceful feeling of Damien’s strong hands—the difference was that Damien’s hands didn’t want to hurt me—they only wanted to dominate me in order to love me better, in order to break me down and build me back up. They were done with love, not anger.

This I was sure of, even though he could never be my boyfriend.

Damien’s fingers tightened in my hair. The delicious ache of his fingers, digging into my scalp as he pressed me closer to his cock, pressed my lips against the head—it drove me wild. I could feel my thighs becoming slick with my own juices, not to mention the fact that Damien’s own seed was still fresh in my womanhood. Little shoots of pleasure erupted along my scalp as I arched my back, gasping as I felt his cock enter my lips.

I wrapped my lips tight around his shaft, swirling my tongue around him, savoring him, taking him into my mouth. This was something I had never, ever done before and it had always sort of scared me.

But now, I was here and I was doing it—I was sucking my brother’s cock. I loved the way he filled my mouth, loved the way his cock seemed to expand in my mouth, growing larger, growing harder, making me its slave as my tongue worked its way around his girth, feeling every inch of him, finding the spots where he was most sensitive.

The tip of my tongue traced the length of the long, throbbing vein that ran along the top of his shaft, savoring the way it felt, this ridge. I had to turn my head to pull off this maneuver, but I was so enthralled, so enraptured by sucking him, I was willing to do anything. I felt like I was making love to him with my mouth and I wanted him to love it as much as I was loving it.

“Fuck… You’re incredible at this, you know that?” Damien murmured. I couldn’t help but blush, pulling off of him.

“Really? This is my first time. I honestly have no idea whatsoever what I’m doing.”

“Really,” Damien confirmed, grunting and thrusting his hips forward ever so slightly by way of indicating that it was time for me to keep working. My lips drifted back to his cock again and, closing my eyes, I impaled my mouth on his shaft once more, letting the tip hit the back of my throat. I found myself gagging, but I wasn’t about to let myself lose my composure.

Damien’s firm but gentle hand on the back of my head guided me down, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, into my throat. I had watched some porn, on occasion—I knew this was called deep-throating and I knew from overhearing girls at school talk that boys expected this now. It had always looked uncomfortable but now… Now I wanted to do it. Wanted to make Damien feel good. Wanted to make his cock explode in my mouth and film my throat with his hot seed. Wanted to feel it dribbling over my lips, over my tongue, wanted to swallow it all—his essence.

Look at me now, dad. You can’t fucking control me. No matter what you do, I’m my own person—and now I’m sucking off my brother in his car.

God, where did that thought come from? I had never been the rebellious type—not once. Not since I had once skipped doing my math homework for a week as a kid had I done something so rebellious, so naughty.

I guessed I was making up for lost time.

Well, frankly, I couldn’t think of anyone better able to help me than my brother. My brother, Damien.

God, those words were like a pure aphrodisiac to me. Just thinking them made me hot. Made my nipples hard and rub against my bra in a way that drove me crazy, drove me wild, made me want to tear my clothes off and jump on Damien, jump his bones—literally. Made me want to bend over and beg him to take me over and over again, beg him to fuck my brains out, fuck me like a slut.

Where were these thoughts coming from? This wasn’t me. Or maybe, just maybe, the me that had lived, terrified of my father, practically friendless for so many years—maybe that wasn’t me. The me that I thought was real had never been real.

The real me knew what she wanted. And she didn’t care what she had to do to get it. She didn’t care if it was going to be found—what she wanted—at a college on the other side of the country or in her stepbrother’s pants.

I didn’t even care, for a moment, at least, that I couldn’t be with Damien for real. Right now, all that mattered were his moans, the way his cock twitched in my mouth, and whether or not I could fit him into my mouth down to the hilt of his shaft.

And then, like that, I took a deep breath and, gagging only slightly, his cock passed through me. I held myself there for a few moments before slowly sliding off of him, slowly, ever so slowly, pulling off his throbbing, slick shaft, my lips massaging him as I went, rubbing his flesh, squeezing and gripping him.

“Jesus Christ…” Damien groaned. “That’s amazing. I thought that was something only porn stars can do.”

“I didn’t know I could do that,” I giggled.

“Let’s see if you can do it again,” Damien whispered, pressing my face back down to his cock. I gagged a little but accepted his flesh, devouring it hungrily. I began to bob on his cock, faster and faster, my lips tracing and gripping his shaft while my teeth dragged over his flesh, trying to grip his skin, eliciting soft, hungry moans from my brother’s lips.

“Fuck… Sarah… Fuck…”

God, but I loved the way he moaned my name. There was nothing hotter than feeling his burning body twitch and throb beneath me, feeling his flesh want me, demand me, hunger for me, and hearing him voice his desire.

“Faster,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum.”

I wanted to taste it. I knew this was something that girls weren’t supposed to like, but the thought of my brother, of all people, cumming in my mouth—it was so fucking naughty and dirty. It made me feel so dirty. It felt so right.

But goddamn if it didn’t also feel right.

I was practically impaling myself on his cock now, forcing it into my mouth, with no consideration for my own comfort. I was gasping for air in between strokes of my lips, but no matter—I would get him off soon, and I would breathe once I had a thick mouth of my brother’s cum.

“Shit, Sarah…” Damien grunted, his hips bouncing beneath me. I felt his cock start to twitch, start to expand in my mouth. And then he was pulsating, pumping, his hands on my head, forcing my face down to his pubic hair, down to the hilt of his shaft, of the deadly sword he had plunged into my mouth.

“Fuck…” he groaned, arching his back as the first stream of cum erupted out of his cock, filling my formerly virgin mouth. I gagged a little at the sudden injection of hot, salty-sweet cum, but I recovered and swallowed it greedily, swallowing each spurt of his load, one after another, as they flooded my mouth faster and faster.

God, but Damien had a lot of cum saved up—and this was even after he had already cum in me earlier that night.

Finally, he was finished. I pulled off his cock, cum leaking out of my mouth. I got a glimpse of myself in the car’s rear view mirror: my make up was smeared and smudged. Cum had dribbled down my chin and onto my neck and chest. My lipstick was everywhere. My eyes, already watery and messy from crying earlier, were red and slightly puffy now. I looked like a complete, totally hot mess.

“How was that?” I asked finally. Damien seemed to be on another planet. “You know, for my first blowjob.”

“I still can’t believe that was your first blow job…” Damien murmured, shaking his head. I grinned triumphantly.

“Believe it.”

“Jesus Christ, sis…”

God, I loved when he called me sis.

“So, what was that you said about a punishment?”

An evil look befitting his name spread over Damien’s face, his handsome lips twisting into a cruel smile.

“Why don’t you lay yourself over my lap?”

A thrill of excitement went through my body, sending shivers up my spine as I daintily and delicately leaned forward, angling my body around the stick shift and placing myself belly down on his lap. My butt was angled up into the air and I immediately felt… Vulnerable. In the naughtiest way possible.

“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered as he pulled up my dress, revealing my ass.

I had a sudden flashback to my father—to the length of rubber tubing that he had picked up one day when some workers were putting up siding around our house. The house seemed to be in a permanent state of disrepair, it was so old, and it clearly drove my father insane to be sinking so much money into the family estate. But he would rather take it out on one of his daughter’s instead—forcing me over a table, hitting me with it…

“Sarah, you’re shaking,” Damien whispered. I looked back over my shoulder at him.

“Sorry. It’s weird to be doing this and… You know, actually want it.”

He nodded. His kind face seemed to understand and he ran his hand up and down the back of my thigh. His hand was warm and strong and I loved the way his palms felt against my skin. I found myself pressing back into him.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

I bit my lip and nodded. He pulled my panties down, and I felt like a bad little girl, splayed over her father’s lap. It was so wrong and so gross but I loved it and I loved the anxiety in my belly as I felt his hand rest on my cheeks.

“You’ve got a great ass, you know that?” Damien murmured. I wiggled it ever so slightly. I was hoping it would seem enticing, and not just a gross example of why I should eat less pizza.

“You’re the only one who seems to appreciate it…” I whispered.

“I’m fine with that,” he murmured, running his hand over my cheeks. “I’m fine if I can keep it all to myself.”

“That’s right,” I moaned as he gripped my flesh hard. “It’s all yours. My body is all yours. At least for tonight. As long as you want, I’m all yours, bro.”

“You don’t know how fucking sexy that is.”

And then, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on my ass. I arched my back, squealing and shuddering as my flesh wiggled and reacted to his strike.

“Are you okay? Was that okay?” he asked, concerned. The note of worry in his voice delighted me.

“Yeah. That was great. You can go harder, though…”

Was that what I really wanted? Did I want him to go harder? My heart was already pounding, slamming against my rib cage—excitement mixed with dread and anticipation of the next delicious, delicious blow…

SLAP!

I gasped, arching my back, simultaneously offering and retracting my plump ass from my brother.

“How’s that?”

“That… That’s good…” I whimpered. My pussy was absolutely soaked-whenever I shifted even slightly, I could feel it—I was making a wet spot on the leg of Damien’s pants. Fortunately, they were dark: no one would be able to tell.

“Harder?” he asked.

I paused. I hesitated. Could I do harder?

“Yeah. Harder. As hard as you can go, bro.”

Oh, god, was this going to be a mistake?

I shrieked as his hand collided with my ass. It was the most exquisite burn I had ever felt and I found myself grinding against Damien’s leg, shuddering with delight as his hand whipped against my ass over and over and over…

“Oh, god, harder…” I groaned. “It’s so good…”

Damien whipped his palm harder and harder into my bottom, grunting as I shrieked. It was good no one was around to hear.

The pain that echoed through my flesh was so beautifully cathartic—all the bad feelings, the memories of my father doing this to me—they melted away, replaced with something… Not exactly pure and good, but something that was all mine, something which did not scare me, something which I enjoyed, which gave me pleasure, and for which I hungered like nothing I had ever desired ever before.