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I NEVER EXPECTED TODAYto take this turn.
I want to learn every inch of Laney’s body, trace her skin with my fingers and tongue. I want to inhale her scent, and taste her pussy, and suck her tongue into my mouth. I want to know how responsive her nipples are under my touch.
Had I considered that Laney was touching herself in the river when I heard her breathing change? Yes, I had. Had I considered that she was masturbating over me? Definitely not.
We won’t fuck her. Not yet. There’s plenty of time for that. Besides, in the back of my mind, I’m considering what Reed will say. He’s the one who brought her into our lives. It doesn’t seem right that we claim her first that way.
Counting the number of steps I believe will take me to where Laney is standing, I pause in front of her, sensing her body heat, hearing her rapid breathing. I reach out my right hand and am pleased to find her face exactly where I’d expect.
Her cheek is like velvet, and I trace my way down the soft pillow to her lips. She parts them for me, and I push a finger into her mouth. She sucks on it gently, and I get even harder.
I take her other hand and place it around my cock.
“Do you feel how much I want you, Laney?” I ask her. “Were you thinking about my cock in the river?”
Her fingers tighten around me, and I draw a breath. God, that feels good. My little stepsister’s hand on my dick. She rubs me, running her hand up and down my length.
“Yes.” Her voice is barely a whisper, a breeze in the leaves of the trees overhead. “I was thinking about you touching me.”
“Do you want me to touch you for real?”
I care for this girl, for everything we’ve been through together, for her resilience and her gentle nature, for the hurt she’s dealt with in her life. I want to make her feel good.
“Yes,” she says again.
“Then lie down.”
I know from Cade’s description that she had a towel. She releases me, and I drop to a crouch and pat the ground until my fingers close around soft material. Then I spread it out, ready for her.
I take Laney’s hand and help lower her to the ground. I might not be able to see her with my eyes, but I can picture exactly how she looks, spread out beneath the blue sky, breathtakingly naked, her small breasts rising and falling, her lips parted, her pussy wet.
I hover over her, holding myself up on my elbows. I trail the tip of my nose across her forehead, inhaling her scent, and then brush my lips down the bridge of her nose, to her mouth, where I claim her. She kisses me back with intense passion, pushing her tongue across mine. God, I can’t believe she’s naked beneath me. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to part her thighs and sink my cock into her. But I remind myself who this is—our sweet Laney, the girl we’d all been terrified we might lose only a week ago—and I hold myself back.
My lips leave her mouth, and I kiss my way down, taking small nips at the sensitive skin of her throat. I palm one of her breasts and lower my face to her other one. Her nipples are already hard, and I draw one to the roof of my mouth and suck hard. She moans and arches her back, pressing into me. Her body is so lithe and supple, I want to drown in her.
I suckle on her, licking and biting, feasting on her perfect breast, before applying the same attention to its twin. Then I reach down, between her thighs, finding her swollen and ready.
I push my middle finger inside her and groan as she clamps around me, so tight. My cock is insanely hard, and all I can think about is how her pussy will feel wrapped around me. Sensations mean so much to me, since I don’t have use of my sense of sight. I’m sure it makes sex even more intense. Where other men would be distracted by staring down at a fine pair of tits or watching the expressions a woman makes while she comes, I’m all about how it feels. I believe it helps me understand a woman’s body better, too. I’m more in tune with the sounds she’s making or the gasp of her breath or the way her pussy contracts when I hit a certain soft spot inside her.
Maybe other men would argue that I’m missing out, too. A part of me agrees, though I try not to dwell on it. I hate that I can’t make eye contact with Laney. I wish I could see her face, though I believe I have a good idea what she looks like from touch alone.
I thumb her clit, eliciting a breathy moan from her, and then add my index finger, so she’s stretching around two of my digits. She’s so incredibly tight, the image of my cock inside her refuses to leave my mind. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone so badly.
I give little thought to my brother, though I know he’s standing nearby. He’s most likely getting off on the scene.
Laney’s breathing grows faster, and sexy cries emit from between her lips. She’s riding my hand now, pushing back on me as much as I’m driving into her.
She reaches for me again, her small, slender hand wrapping around my cock. I’m so built up, I’m surprised I don’t just come at her touch.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I tell her.
She pumps her fist up and down my length, and I slip my fingers from her and settle between her thighs. She still has hold of my cock, and she rubs it at her entrance, coating the head in her arousal. I duck my head and kiss her neck and tits. All it will take is a nudge of my hips and I’ll sink deep inside her. Fucking heaven.
“Wait,” she suddenly gasps, freezing beneath me. “What about Reed?”
I lift my head. Having my father’s name mentioned in the middle of sex isn’t normally the direction I like things taking, but I understand why she’s concerned.
“He doesn’t have to know.”
