He was looking at me. Well, honestly, he had been checking me out since I walked into the house. I kind of knew him. He was my girlfriend’s older brother, a bad boy. She would always try to keep me away from him, but I never knew; I just knew he wasn’t good and people left it at that. Not that he looked like they were lying. He had long, beautiful, golden-blonde hair that came to his broad shoulders, green eyes, the most amazing color of ember in the world, and beautiful pale white skin. When he walked he carried the aura of sex and darkness, crowded rooms would part for him almost as if he commanded it. And I could never tell from the people’s faces if this was from fear, or respect. I had come to the conclusion of both.

He stalked me that whole night. As I sat on her lap and talked to my lovely girlfriend, whom I was completely in love with, he’d be watching almost as if he were waiting for a chance to separate me from her.

Soon came the time that she did leave me. I sat on the cheap, flowered couch, staring into the sea of faces I did not recognize. After all, these were her and her brothers’ friends, not mine. I looked away and to my drink that sat on the table in front of me.

“You’re very beautiful” I hear a deep, seductive voice say to me.

I picked my head up and looked over my shoulder, and felt a strong urge to run as I saw my girlfriend's unbelievably attractive brother sitting next to me.

“Ah.. Thanks.” I responded weakly

“Is she treating you ok?” he asked

“Yeah, your sister's great.” I said, trying to put an emphasis on it being his sister I was going out with.

He shook his head and took a drink from his own cup. I couldn’t help but to focus on his lips as they gently touched the rim of the white foam cup.

“So you’re into girls?” he asked frankly.

“No I’m bisexual.”

“Really? So have you ever had a boyfriend?”

I shook my head.

“Yeah, a couple”

His eyes ran over my body, stopping at my breast before going to my short black skirt, which I suddenly wished was longer.

“You and my sister, do y'all ever have sex?” he asked, moving closer to me.

I felt the sting of awkwardness as I tried to answer the simple question

“No, not yet.”

I could have sworn I saw a smirk come across his beautiful face.

He put a hand on my bare knee, and I could instantly feel my nipples get hard underneath my black and pink shirt. I almost gasped but withheld it. I could see pure entertainment in his wild eyes. He leaned in closer, near my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

“Come with me upstairs, now. I want to show you something.”

He got up and walked away, towards the stairs; when he reached the base of them he looked down at me, almost teasing me, taunting me to come join him. I looked around the crowded room in search of my girl, but didn’t see her anywhere; then, I followed him against my better judgment.

He was waiting for me in the hallway, where there were fewer people and less noise; I could hear the low sound of panting and thudding from behind one of the doors

“This way” he said pointing down the hall. “I’m going to take you to my room.”

My mind was racing with each footstep I took towards his room. I kept thinking about how wrong this was, and how guilty I would feel if this turned into anything, and I knew it would. He opened the door which lead to a dark room that smelled of Axe body spray and sweat. I walked in, and he closed the door behind me.

“I’ve wanted you for a while now,” he said as I felt his hands move stealthily around my sides.

“What do you mean?” I asked as he pulled me close to him.

He nuzzled my neck and sniffed my hair.

“Wanted to be inside of you.”

I felt myself grow weak and wet in his arms as he whispered into my ear. I took in one deep breath.

“Inside of me?”

“Yes. Since that first night I saw you with her I wanted to get you alone.”

Behind me I could feel his cock grow hard, pressing against my lower back.

“I can’t do this,” I whisper, suddenly out of breath, “She’ll be looking for me and…”

His hand, as I talked, had found its way up my skirt, and was rubbing me through my panties. I took in another deep breath as I enjoyed the feeling.

“You’re really wet,” he commented and I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how his sister would have said the same thing to me.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes.”

“Really?” his voice sounding questioning, “What happens when I do this?”

His fingers moved underneath my damp panties and into my pussy. A small gasp left my lips as I felt him moving inside of me. My body betraying me, becoming wetter the more his fingers moved.

“Do you like this?”

I couldn’t lie; it would be pointless.

“Yeah,” I responded clearly out of breath.

He removed his finger and instantly I found myself wanting it. He took my hand and led me through the darkness to his bed, where, upon arrival, he pushed me onto my back.
He worked quickly, pulling off my thong and throwing it somewhere I then saw his head dart between my legs, and felt his smooth, wet tongue enter my pussy. It was a shock to my system as I felt him move against my clit and inner lips, and I soon found myself whining softly as he held my legs open.

He stopped for a moment and looked at me as I breathed heavily.

“Do you want it?” he asked me.

“Yes”

“Beg for it then” he commanded.

He slowly crawled on top of me, and kissed me softly.

“Please” I started, hardly recognizing my voice as my own.

The plea left me as a hollow whisper, barely pushing itself from my lips. “Please give it to me.”

He came to my lips and kissed me again, this time more passionate, while his hand ran up my shirt and played with my stiff nipples.

"Please, I need it so bad," I continued begging him

"How bad is that?" he whispered into my ear.

I heard the zipper on his pants unzip, and soon after I felt something warm press against the opening of my dripping wet pussy.

"Please don’t tease me," I begged as I ran my hand through his hair resisting the urge to pull it, at least for now. "Fuck me."

I had never actually asked to be fucked before. Normally it just happened, but I knew this was different; I wanted him to feel me, needed him to be inside of me. He smiled at me charmingly as he pushed it only a small bit more into me, enjoying the torture he was putting me through.

"Please, I’ll do anything you want me to if you just fuck me," I said, sounding more desperate with each word.

Finally I felt him thrust it into my hole, stretching my tight pussy around his huge throbbing cock. I was shocked, he was many times bigger than any other guy I had ever had sex with, and I could feel his cock pushing against all sides of my wall. He moved over me taking my wrist and holding it above my head with a firm grip, as he pushed his cock into me. I gasped and pushed back against him, thrusting my hips and grinding in to his thick cock.

"Your pussy is so wet for me, you want it deep inside you, don’t you, slut?" The last word made my clit jump. "Oh please, I need it. Make me your slut, I need it!" my voice borderline desperate.

His cock moved in deeper and deeper, twitching inside me, and the thick veins beginning to pulse against my tightly stretched walls. The thickness of his cock had my walls and lips split wide. Each inch pushed in agonizingly slower and slower as if time was slowing down; I started to pant like a bitch in heat, wanting more. He held himself deep inside me for a moment playing with me yet again. My walls twitching around him as he begins to slam in to me hard, my entire body rocked so hard it almost hurts. But the pain was good, something I needed and wanted more of. As he held my hands above my head there was nothing I could do, no movement I could make. I was completely his. He looked down at me and watched my breasts bounce with each forceful push of his cock. I knew he could feel it, he knew that I was so close to cumming.

“Don’t cum," he commanded of me as he pushed harder into me.

"I have to," I whined to him, my voice going in and out as he continued to fuck me.

My body growing weak as my orgasm grows and I cum on his cock, I feel it throb harder inside of me with the force of my cumming. He pulled out of me, and it was in this moment I came back to reality and remembered I had a girlfriend downstairs. I sat up but was quickly pushed back down.

“I’m not done with you,” he said, his voice a little louder than I would've liked.

“I really have to go,” I said, now feeling shame and embarrassment for what I had done; not only had I cheated on my girlfriend, but I had done it with her own brother. I tried yet again to sit up, but he easily pushed me back down, still being semi-caring with me. He put his mouth back over my own and moved his dick back to my tired vagina. I felt like I had to do something, although I wanted him. I began to twist and move under him. However, he didn’t seem to care, or know, that I wanted this. Suddenly, he pushed his huge manhood back inside of me with more strength than before. My whole body got stiff as he penetrated completely into my vagina, going deeper than before, pushing harder. I tried to contain myself as my nails dug into his skin, but I couldn’t; I screamed. When the sound left my lips he glared down at me with the one of the most eerie smiles I had ever seen. He leaned down and whispered into my ears.

“I’m going to tell her what you did,” he said almost tauntingly

“No, please don’t...”

He started to slow his pace, giving me a slow, but deep, fuck.

He moaned into my ear and I could feel his hot breath on the side of my neck.

“Im going to tell her how you were such a dirty whore.”

“No,” was the only word I could get out between my loud moans and sighs.

He grabbed my legs and then roughly pulled them around his waist, granting him even more access. I squeezed his cock as it grinded my insides. He smiled and then pulled completely out of me, and then roughly pushed his huge cock all the way back.

“I’m going to tell her how you begged for this.”

He began to pick up speed again and I thought I couldn’t take much more of it. I moved my hands to his long hair and yanked it. His lips dropped open letting out a loud long moan, a sign he must have liked it, and he gave one final push into me. I felt his dick pulse as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum from his cock and into my hot and wanting body.
I let out a loud moan, my body shivering as I arched my back. My legs tightened around him, his hands moving to cup my breasts.
He pulled out and looked down on me with the most beautiful smile in the world. My breath was hard as I sat up, looking at him, then remembering my girlfriend, looking away.

“It’s fine, she won’t care.”

“How do you know?” I asked as I dressed myself and brushed my hair, as quickly as I could.

The smell of sex was all over me, and I tried desperately to cover the scent with Axe I found on the floor. I’d rather smell like a guy than like I had just been screwed by one.
He said nothing but smiled and walked casually to the door.

“See you later”

I wondered to myself if he would really tell her, and why it seemed he got such a kick out of it.