The Holiday Special, Part 2

My eyes grow heavy after a while, but I haven’t quite fallen asleep yet, when i hear my bedroom door creek open behind me. I roll over, to see Amanda standing in the door sobbing, tears running down her cheeks.

She closes the door behind her and walks towards me, not saying a word. She quickly climbs into my bed, pressing her body against me, nuzzling her head into my chest.

We lay there for a moment, the only sound her quiet sobbing, and traffic buzzing by outside. “Whats wrong?” I ask her, stroking her cheekbone, and brushing a lose strand of hair behind her ear.

“You are,” she answers after a moment of hesitation, struggling to get the words out between sobs “This is” She continues. “What you and Cathy did to me that first night, and the rest of the summer. Not just to my body, but my mind as well. You are my stepbrother for god's sake. It is wrong.” She pauses again, doubt flickering across her face.

“Like, what am I gonna tell people? That I’m in a throuple with my best friend and stepbrother? I’m sure society will love that one. And what would Mom and your dad think? Will they accept it, disown us and throw us out on the street? All of this, it’s just so wrong.” She pauses again, several emotions flying across her face. Doubt, insecurity, and finally resignation. “But I have never felt anything quite so right.”

“I went to a party with Cathy, just some fraternity house party. There was this guy there, cute enough. He reminded me of you, kinda, but not really. We danced for a bit, and I took him upstairs to an empty bedroom. I told him to use me, to make me his.” She pauses again, tears pressing out of her eyes with renewed ****. “It’s okay,” I tell her.

“He used me all right,” She continues, “But only to get what he wanted. He was rough, but he lacked the caring touch you had. And after he came, he just got dressed and left me there. Without a care for my release, without holding me after and letting me know he cared.”

She rolls her body on top of mine, straddling me. She steadies herself with one arm against the mattress beneath her, while the other wipe away the tears from her eyes.

“I don’t want you to fuck me, tonight” she says, finding her balance on top of me. “I want you to make love to me. Make me feel desired again.”

I cup her chin, and pull her face down to me, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. My free hand roams down her side, until they find the waistband of her pajamas pants. I hook my tumb on its inside, pulling them down to her knees.

As we break the kiss, she lets out a small whimper, before her hand shoot down to my waist, quickly finding my hardening cock in my boxershorts. She pulls it out, slowly stroking it until it’s at full mast.

She shifts gently atop of me, moving herself further down, lining her wet slit up with my dick. She sinks down onto me in one quick motion “God” She exclaims, “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you inside of me”

She sits still for a moment, before leaning down for another kiss. I wrap my arms around her body, feeling her perky breast poke into my chest through the thin fabric of her tank top. She moans into my mouth as my tongue presses past her lips, claiming her mouth. She slowly starts moving, rocking back and forth, up and down.

“This... feel.. so... good...” She pants. “Why did i think any asshole could make feel the way you do?”

I just lay there silently, admiring her body in the moonlight, as she fucks herself on top of me, slowly and methodically. “You look really beautiful like this” I tell her, reaching up to caress her breasts. I can feel her body shake at my touch, not quite an orgasm, but more like an interlude of whats to come.

She picks up speed, and i start thrusting upwards, mirroring her movements, pushing deeper inside. “Like that baby,” I tell her as her pussy start clenching around my cock. “You feel so good when you’re milking me with your tight pussy.”

She leans down and bites into my shoulder to stifle a scream, not willing to risk waking our parents sleeping just down the hall. I keep fucking up into her as she collapses onto my chest, her orgasm too strong for her to stay upright. I wrap my arm around her body, pressing her into me.

“Good girl” I whisper into her ear. “I love it when you come on my cock.” Her body convulses again, another orgasm washing over her before the first one ended properly. I feel my own orgasm take hold of me as i bottom out inside of her, her walls milking me with renewed vigor. I spray her insides, painting them white, rope after rope shooting out of me and into her.

We lay there motionless for what feels like an eternity, her on top of me my dick still inside her, but in reality probably is no more than 30 seconds. I gently rub one arm up her back under her pajama top, caressing her soft skin. “Thanks,” she says, kissing me softly on the lips “I needed that”.

“Anything for you, dear sister” I respond, grabbing her face between my hands and gazing into her eyes. “Do you feel better now?”

“Yeah, i do. That was just what I needed,” she says. “I think I just have to give up this idea that i can find what we have, You, me and Cathy, anywhere else and fully admit that i belong to the two of you, no matter the consequences that will have on my future. I won’t be screaming from the rooftops about how much i love getting fucked by my stepbrother anytime soon, but I’m ready to try to make this work. With both of you.”

I look at her for a long while, studying her face, enjoying the way the moonlight dances across her hair, making it shine with a silver reflection. “I’m glad you’re feeling better” I tell her, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Because tomorrow I’m going to call Cathy and tell her to come over, when mom and dad are over at the Johnsons for lunch, and you are getting punished for acting like a spoiled brat in front of Mrs. Nguyen.”

A mask of resistance brushes over her face at my words, but her eyes betray her true feelings. Excitement, happiness, and longing. She nuzzles her head back down into my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my body. “Thank you,” she whispers.