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Chapter Twelve
Camilla
It was both the best and worst time of my life. Like the mix of pleasure and pain I was beginning to explore with Aden, joy and sorrow could also be tightly intertwined. The only consolation was that while the sorrow had only one source, the joy had many. As much as it hurt having to hide my relationship from Cooper, I really wasn't ready for the potential fall out. I knew my older brother better than anyone else and was all too aware of how he would take the news.
Besides which, the things Aden and I were able to do together were amazing. For starters, there was the sex. Thanks to Aden's gentle touch and depth of experience, I was able to explore regions of the sexual experience I had never even imagined. Though it wasn't all physical, either. We were both introducing each other to our own perspectives and philosophies, not to mention our favorite parts of culture. It could have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that, as a result of our association, I was calming down quite a bit and Aden was getting a bit more adventurous. Nothing too drastic, but I did cut way down on my drinking and carousing and seemed to have broken Aden out of his hundred words per week habit. One he'd had since we were both kids—something I had always put down to Cooper being more than talkative enough for the both of them.
I started compromising in terms of my work outfits. I still wanted to look beautiful, mostly for Aden, but not too nice as to raise suspicion. I also liked being comfortable when I could. After some experimentation, I settled on a couple cute flannel skirts that I had, both of them coming down well to my knees and some cute, tight, short-sleeved blouses with lacing around the cuffs that did beautiful things for my tits. Surely someone noticed the radical change in attire over the last few weeks, but if they did, no one said anything.
They also didn't seem to notice that we started taking the same car, Aden's, to the office every day. Mostly to minimize the waiting time before we could fuck after work. I had never had so much sex, and I loved it.
“What's that, then?” Aden asked as I handed the envelope.
“My people call it an envelope,” I said.
“Careful or you’re not getting any tonight,” he teased.
“Really?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Not a chance. I'll still fuck you silly.”
“Good to know.”
He opened the envelope with characteristic careful precision, carefully sliding out the smaller envelope inside.
“How?” he asked.
“Chris, he's amazing.” I beamed.
“No argument here,” Aden said, taking out the tickets to make sure that they were actually real.
I knew that Aden loved soccer, so I managed to wrangle him two field-side tickets to the Las Vegas Lights game that night.
“I don't suppose we have time,” he said.
“We do, but I thought we could go out for dinner first, and we are going to be sitting for a while, so I'd rather wait until after the game.”
“Fair enough,” Aden said, popping the tickets into the glove box.
****
Already high from a crushing 2-0 win, Aden drove directly to the building so we could celebrate properly, carrying me up to our floor bride style, not faltering once while going up the four flights of thinly carpeted stairs. It never ceased to amaze me how powerful he was. Partly because he was always so gentle with me.
Laying me out on his bed, Aden had my skirt off before I even knew what was happening. I managed to get off my panties and open my legs before he dove in, unable to restrain himself. He usually had such fantastic self-control. When it came to my pussy, however, Aden was impulsive as hell.
Reigning himself in a little bit, he licked my lower lips soft and long, seeming to savor being there. This tended to be his pattern. Unbridled enthusiasm getting me naked giving way to gentle precision when actually starting. Even when he spanked me, he did so with deliberate attention mixed sharp strikes with soft caresses and deep, kneading motions like a deep-muscle massage.
“Turn over,” he whispered after bringing me to the very peak of orgasm.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, flipping over in a second flat.
I thought he was going to spank me. I wanted him to spank me. Instead, he lightly spread my cheeks and gave the same kind of loving attention to my asshole as he just had to my pussy, making me have to use a pillow to muffle my long, loud moans. I shouldn’t have expected a spanking. He only did that when I was naughty. I had been too well behaved, and he was in far too good a mood and was treating me accordingly. While I loved being spanked and the cocktail of sensations it could bring when done right, I was beginning to enjoy the rewards as much as the punishments.
Aden didn't fuck me in my ass. I thought that might be where he was going but no. Pulling me up onto all fours, he fucked me doggy style, not getting too hard. Just a nice, steady rhythm, his huge cock working inside my tight little pussy until we both came. Aden managed to pull out and cum on the small of my back in the nick of time. I hadn't even taken off my shirt, which he didn't seem to notice, so amped was he for our postponed nightly fuck.
Things fell back into the usual pattern. Basically ignoring each other at work before rushing home for wild, kinky sex in the evening. Usually at his place, it being ever so slightly closer to the elevators, cutting down even further on the time before we could get to it. Sometimes we didn't even make it to the bedroom, making do with his large, leather couch. Ending the evening with a collaborative gourmet meal and episodes of rerun comedies.
Imagine my surprise, a few days later, when Aden pulled the same envelope trick on me.
