His large hands stroked my tits. Gasping, I quivered with excitement and my pussy oozed with sweetness. I writhed in the bed, a rough moan tearing through my throat. I reached out for the familiar veiny cock dancing dangerously around my throbbing wet pussy. As I made to wrap my fingers around the shaft, my dreams dissolved into the morning. Then it hit me–I was alone. Again. As always.
I jerked out of my bed and the covers fell from my vibrant body. My boobs were swollen and pressed against the pink fabric of my night gown, my hard nipples showing through.
I looked down at the mounds of flesh on my chest which were swollen and hurting as a result of my wet dreams, and placed my hands around them. As I fondled with my hard nipples I tilted my head back slowly and closed my eyes, licking my lower lip. The long sweep of my red hair shimmered in the morning light as I turned my head from side to side.
I felt another squirt trickle out of my pussy and down my thighs. It was sinful and also dreadful for me to miss my husband this way.
I missed not just his presence, but his kisses and his touch. I told myself to try to come concentrate on not just his sexual qualities, and I tried. But I was only able to do this when I was awake; when I slept, a more sensual part of my nature asserted itself and I dreamed I was in my husband's arms, submitting to his crazy sexual appetite.
My dreams always ended with Jace's dick exploring my entrance, so dreadfully close to plunging into me, leaving me frustrated and drained.
I got out of bed and into the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and slowly pulled off my nightgown, stepping out of the matching bikini panties. I stared into my body in the mirror and my mind was suddenly attacked by a deluge of thoughts of how badly in need of sex I was. My breathing was rapid, my nipples rose bud pink and still hardened, my pussy dripping with wetness.
Although I was twenty two years old, my figure remained as youthful as when I was still seventeen. Had I visited a high school, I would have mingled with the students without attracting any special attention except that which my exceptional beauty always commanded.
My fingers slid down the curve of my abdomen, trailing all the way until I let them glide through the light tendrils that adorned my cunt and touched the top of my slit.
I shivered.
God, I've got to stop this, I thought. It was sinful carrying on this way.
I had never had the need or the thought to masturbate before, but this time, the situation seemed to call for it. I turned and presented my lovely butt to the mirror as I bent and started running water in the tub.
When the tub was full, I lowered myself inside and washed myself slowly. There was no need to rush. I had no where I was going, and with Jace away, no one to take care of.
I had begged him to give up his job as a pilot and find something to do where I could be with him even if it meant a lower pay.
After less than a year of marriage, it wouldn't make sense for them to separate. Jace had disagreed. He enjoyed his job and certainly didn't want to resign from a job that paid so well.
If Jace had let me take a job, the separation would have been much more tolerable. At least I would have been kept busy, also with the extra income, we would reach the goal earlier. But he was the kind of guy who took great pride in his position as the head of the house, and wanted to feel that he was supporting me.
He also had expressed some jealousy at the idea of letting me work in an office or store, where other men would be looking to shoot their shots at me.
"You're my wife, and your place is here in my house," he had told me sternly.
As I stood up, the sound of the door buzzer gave me a start. It might just be a salesman, I thought. But it might be an important delivery for Jace, or maybe from Jace. I quickly grabbed a dress from my closet and wriggled into it and zipped it up as I walked hurriedly through the apartment, my full tits bouncing beneath the thin fabric.
It rang again.
"Just a minute," I said, nearing the door.
I unbolted it and received the biggest shock of my life as I threw the door open. My heart skipped a beat before jumping right into my mouth and beating a hundred times faster.
My brother stood there at the door, a grin stretched across his face.
More like lusty, charming stepbrother.
"Adam!" I squealed as I rushed into his arms. My breasts flattened against his firm chest, my nipples pressing into him.
He put his arms around me, squeezing me in a bear hug, rocking me back and forth. He kept me in his bear hug even when I attempted to shy away. Laughing, he slid his arms down the curve of my back, tapping my ass and laughing as my plump butt bounced in his hand.
Leaving his suitcase outside, he swept me off my feet, carrying me in his arms as he walked into the living room.
"Adam, you devil," I laughed and slapped his chest playfully. "For goodness sake, put me down."
He bent and dropped me into the sofa, causing my skirt to ride up and expose my luscious thighs.
I quickly pushed down my skirt. "Adam, what are you doing here?"
"It's a long story," the blood good-looking devilish stepbrother of mine said as he straighted up and looked at me. "Hey, you look good, pancake."
"Well, thanks. You look pretty good yourself. But how come you're not at college? The semester is not over yet, is it?"
"It is, for me I guess," he said slowly, ruffling his hair. "I, uh, got into a little trouble." He spun around and walked to the door to get his suitcase.
I followed him. "What little trouble?"
He re-entered the room, carrying his bag. "Hey, where's Jace. Is he still always not around as usual?"
"Yes," I said exasperatedly. "As usual. He's been gone four months now. It remains one month until his first leave."
"Damn," Adam said under his breath and wet his lips with his tongue. "That, uh, kind of makes it rough for you, doesn't it?" His blue eyes shone oddly with a weird glint.
I looked away. "It is difficult for the both of us."
He chuckled. "I'm not insinuating anything, but I'll bet a thousand bucks he's got company with him over there."
"Adam." I gave him a pointed look. "I'm not sure what you mean but don't say this again."
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Well, you've got somebody to keep you company now, sis. You don't mind if I stay here, do you?"
This gave me a little shock. I looked at my brother.
"Um...of course I don't mind. But, uh, there's only one bedroom...the other one isn't cleaned."
"Hey, don't worry," he said, smiling. "I'll take the couch."
I returned the smile. "Um..."
I swallowed the rest of my words and yelped as he suddenly swept me off my feet again. I was looking into his alluring blue eyes, almost paralysed by the glint in them. "It's always such a pleasure to see you."
So fast, I could not even take a breath, his lips crashed on mine, forcing them apart as he kissed me with more than brotherly warmth.
I responded in a way that left me surprised first, then ashamed. It was the first kiss I had in months, and it felt just like Jace. I trembled. Terrified by my sensual response, I tried to shy away, but I had myself in his firm grip. He didn't release me until he had gotten his full of the taste of my lips. Then he pushed himself back, grinning as if pleased with himself, like the kiss had left his brand on me.
I looked away to hide the blush that was forming on my cheeks, and tried to regain my composure.
"So...wh-what happened at school?" I asked.
"Oh, that?" he said and chuckled. "Well, as you know, chick, I'm the ladies man. Well, I got one into trouble."
"Oh, no! Adam!"
"Chill your ass, sis," he said smiling like this was something to be proud of. "That isn't even the worst of it. She's the VC's daughter."
I cupped my hand around my mouth.
"The bitch had it coming.
I looked at him for a while. I didn't even have any idea who he was anymore. He used to be the real good child, someone you could call the white sheep of our family. I had no idea if the change was because of college or if it was the teenage hormones.
I began to wonder if maybe–just maybe–I had invited the devil into my house.
"Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?" I managed to ask. "I've not eaten and I could kill for a sandwich right now."
"I noticed. Seems you dragged yourself out of bed to get me," he said and I could swear I saw his eyes twinkle strangely again.
"I did sleep this morning," I said with a shrug. "I overslept." I feared that he might tell just by looking at me that I had been dreaming of Jace.
God, please, I hope he couldn't see my hardened nipples.
"Well, I've eaten this morning," he replied me. "But if you've got a beer in the fridge–"
"No, no, no, no, Adam. No beer," I said primly. "Jace and I decided there would be no beer in the house."
"Shit," Adam swore and laughed.
My face turned red. "Adam, shame on you. Language."
He laughed and waved my anger away dismissively. "You're no fun, sis. Is this what Jace had been doing with you?"
"I'm not talking about me and my husband with you," I said, turning to go into the kitchen. "If you want coffee, you'll come with me."
His eyes shone again as he followed me.
Oh, God. I just realized how leading my statement was.
"You'll have to wait a while. I'm just waking up," I told him.
"That explains a lot," he chuckled, his lips stretching into a mischievous grin.