Dereks Story Ch 04

Here is chapter 4 of Derek's story. I suggest that you read the first three chapters of Derek's story so you understand everything that has taken place up to now. I also want to apologize for the delay in getting this chapter submitted. Sometimes life throws out complications that can delay what you enjoy doing. Lastly, I want to give a very big shout out to Morg219 for helping me edit. Hopefully all the grammatical errors that I am know for will now be taken care of. Please enjoy as the better reception each of my chapters get the more determined I am to continue the story.

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Like an unstoppable freight train, I felt the familiar tingle in my balls, alerting me that my climax was imminent. I was close; as the beautiful goddess above me continued to drive herself deeper and deeper into my pelvis, I could not help but admire the scene before me. The feel of the freshly mowed grass pressing into my back; the warmth of the sun, bouncing its way off of my face; the wind, locked within its own external back and forth struggle, danced its way across the curves of my body. Mother Nature, in all of her glory, only added to the overall sensation of my love making session. Of course, one could never forget to mention the wonder of the goddess who was impaling herself onto my rigid member.

I don't know what it is, but sex outside always seems to be more thrilling. The possibility of getting caught, the excitement of the spontaneity involved, the thrill of the unexpected, the ecstasy of being an exhibitionist. All of these things brought me closer to my peak as Kara rode me closer and closer towards our mutual destinations. My beautiful cousin, the girl of my dreams, slowly milked my cock with her powerful thighs. I felt her fingernails gently caress the top of my throbbing shaft as she massaged her clitoris.

Kara leaned down, her pendulous breasts crushing against my chest as she kissed me in a manner that cousins never should. My heart pounded inside my chest, almost as if it were trying to break free, similar to the chest busters in the Alien series. My own breathing became increasingly rapid as I returned her kiss with an equally scandalous amount of passion. Suddenly Kara shrieked triumphantly as her climax wracked her body within a shuddering, quivering, raging ecstasy. Her tunnel became impossibly wetter as her pussy muscles clamped down on me while our sexual organs furiously slapped together.

As Kara washed my prick in a flow of honey while her inner muscles celebrated happily, I grabbed her hips, thrusting forcefully in an attempt to help her reach the precipice of her orgasm. Tilting her head back in sheer bliss, Kara lay praise upon me to the heavens above as I pounded her body further and further into her climax. The sight of Kara, my beautiful cousin, convulsing in pleasure as the sun glistened off the sweat droplets streaming down her body proved to be too much as my damn burst.

My stomach muscles trembled as my hips levitated off the ground; my seed finding its way into my cousin. As she felt the first remnants of my sperm enter her body, Kara screamed out in joy. "OH FFFFUUUCCCKKK YYYYEEEESSSSSS DEREK! GIVE ME YOUR CUM, GIVE ME ALL OF YOU CUM. PUT IT INSIDE ME WHERE IT BELONGS!" Hearing her words only drove me further over the edge as I felt the strength of my spurts increase in intensity.

"Oh my God Kara, you are incredible.....Oh, Kara!"

I sat up as if I had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Whereas before, I was like a cat purring while it laid in the sun, now I was utterly confused. I didn't know where I was or how I had gotten there. The last thing that I remembered was Jenelle and I in the bathroom. There was also the hallway, with all of those people in it. Oh shit, she had been embarrassed by the audience. Why did my head hurt? I remembered whipping her with my towel before following her into the room. Was she mad at me? Did she hit me? What happened after she hit me? Is she still here? How did I get into my bed? All of these questions ran through my mind as I tried to recall what had happened after I screwed Jenelle in the shower.

As I slowly began to fit together the puzzle pieces of my memory, my attention shifted to the warm figure stirring beside me. The only light in the room came from my clock, which stated it was still a little after two in the morning. As my fingers traced the bump along the back of my skull, I found myself trying to determine who the girl was beside me. Logic dictated that it was most likely Jenelle, but mere seconds ago I was lying outside fucking Kara. As my nerves began to calm, the realization that I had only been dreaming of Kara dawned on me. Still, if experience had taught me anything, then there was at least a possibility that Kara had snuck into my room again.

However, the possibility of Kara being in my room began to become more and more unlikely as I remembered the sex with Jenelle last night. We had been loud and the overall session was extremely intense. When we walked into the hallway it was obvious that people knew what we had been doing. This was a college campus and gossip spreads almost as quickly as bacteria. If word hadn't gotten back to Kara, or someone else in my family, I figured they would know about it sooner or later. If Kara had heard about it, then it was extremely unlikely that she would have come to be by my side. More likely, her natural reaction would have been anger, and if it was Kara, most likely I would have had more than just the bump on the back of my head.

It had to be Jenelle. With that revelation a few things popped through my head. Most importantly, since she stayed, that probably meant that she wasn't mad at me. That meant that I didn't fuck up bad enough that our relationship was ruined. I still needed to tread carefully, but in that exact second I felt a little better. Secondly, she cared enough about me to not leave me on the floor. I know it was a small gesture, and most people would do the right thing anyway, but the fact that she did it meant the world to me. Thirdly, she had stayed. We had an exam coming up in a few hours, but she had dropped everything to stay by my side to make sure that I was alright. I will admit there was a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest just thinking about that fact.

Finally, as my nerves calmed, I laid back down beside her. As the reddish glow of the alarm clock lights danced over her face, I leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss, but there was a definite hint of passion in the force that I put behind it. My intent wasn't to wake her, for the kiss was meant as nothing more than an act of appreciation for her being at my side. To my surprise she started kissing me back. Moaning openly into my mouth, she whispered, "I love you Derek."

I shot up in an instant. I love you Derek? Is that what she just said? I have known this girl for a week and she loves me. What the hell? There was no way she was serious. Only a crazy person could fall in love with someone in under a week. We had hung out a few times and fucked once, nothing more. Yeah, the sex was incredible, but if I remembered correctly she had knocked my ass out afterwards. Even if she had felt bad about knocking me out, this had to be some sort of overreaction. No one should be throwing the words 'I love you' around so lightly.

Even as I was freaking out about it, the more emotional side of my brain tried to see if there was any truth behind her words. From our earlier discussion she had mentioned that she'd had a crush on me for over a year now, having only worked up the courage to ask me out after her brother and I became close friends. After the fiasco that was our first date, she still wanted to be with me and had actually admitted that she had wanted me to take advantage of her. Since then, she has been nothing but protective, almost as if she considered me her property. And the sex... I am sure she liked it as much as I did. Maybe she really could be in love with me?

If she was in love with me, then how did I feel about it? In all honesty, my life was confusing as shit. I was dating Jenelle and fucking my cousin. There is no denying that I was growing very fond of Jenelle, but I was not in love with her. I was in love with Kara. There was a strong possibility that I could one day fall in love with Jenelle. Hell, every second with her was getting better, but I wasn't there yet. Then again, Jenelle offered me the one thing that Kara never could; she offered me the chance to have a normal life. If Jenelle and I were to end up together, then we would be doing what was normal. We would be two, non-related, people who had met and fell in love. If Kara and I were to end up together, then we would always have the label of being an incestuous couple. The more I thought about it, the more I was unsure of what I actually wanted.

As time went on without me giving a response, Jenelle started to become concerned. She had put her heart out on the line, and my only reaction had been to jerk away from her. It was dark, so I couldn't see the expression on her face, but I needed to assume that her face exhibited nothing but fear. While I was contemplating my reaction to Jenelle's declaration, I faintly began to hear the sounds of sobbing. My inaction was causing Jenelle pain, and I was too shocked to react. Finally, in almost a whisper, she asked; "Is it because I'm not Kara?"

Her words stuck me like a knife. How the hell did she know about Kara and I? Anger tensed throughout my entire body. When I leaned down to kiss Jenelle to express my appreciation for her staying and taking care of me, I knew that I was kissing Jenelle. I was aware of it. How dare she even think that I wanted to be with Kara when I was with her. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but I knew that would only make the situation worse. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before asking, "What does Kara have to do with you and me?"

"You said her name while you were sleeping. You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

Oh my God, I was so screwed. I had no idea what I had even said, but it must have been terrible. The last thing I remembered about my dream was that I was having incredible sex with Kara. If word got out that I was in love with Kara, then my life would be over. The whole school would make fun of me, all my friends would abandon me, and there was a good possibility that my family would reject me. Not only would I be screwed, but Kara would be fucked as well. If word got out that I was in love with her, it would force her to drive a nail into our relationship. Tia, Maura, and Jess would expect her to never talk to me again and that would destroy her emotionally. I could never allow for that to happen. I instantly turned defensive, desperate to do anything to prevent the inevitable. "It was just a dream Jenelle."

"It seemed like a pretty intense dream Derek," she retorted. However, I noted her change in tone transitioning into one much more normal than that of the one from her previously aggressive statement.

I was defeated. My life was over. I had nothing left to lose. "What did I say?" I asked in an octave barely aubible above a whisper. I couldn't even look at her after I talked. I just dropped my head and stared at the floor.

"You really didn't say much, you just moaned Kara a few times," she said in a mocking nature.

I instantly picked up on the change in her voice. Whereas before, she had been upset and aggressive, now it almost seemed as if she were making fun of me. I had never been more confused in my life. She had said she loved me, then she had attacked my feelings for Kara, and now she was making fun of me for them. I wanted to continue to be defensive, but it was easy to see that she knew that I had had a sex dream about Kara. A small part of me also wanted to blame Jenelle for the dream anyway. She had knocked me unconscious, so I could have argued that she was partially at fault, but that would have been the cowardly way out. After rationalizing my situation in my head, the best course of action seemed to be a complete change of subject. "Were you serious earlier?"

My question seemed to have gotten the results I wanted, as she slowly sat up and looked at me. It was still too dark to read her expression, so I waited for her response. When she finally did respond, it was not with what I would have expected. "Would you want the both of us together?"

Let's just say my brain exploded. "What?"

"I said, would you want to have Kara and I at the same time?"

Fuck yes! Of course I would. That would have been a dream come true. An offer to have two of the most beautiful women I knew at the same time was something I could never pass up. Almost every part of me wanted to shout a resounding "YES!" at the top of my lungs, but a small part was hesitant. There was no way she could be serious about wanting to have a threesome with my cousin. Instead of answering, I just turned on my bedside light. I had to see her face. I needed to know if she was being serious, or if she was still somehow making fun of me.

After turning on the light, I studied every contour of her face, trying to discern every facet of it in an attempt to discover her true motives. I would have had better luck having a two-way conversation with a wall, as Jenelle proved to be impossible to read while she was just staring back at me blankly. Finally, I just had to ask, "Jenelle, where is this coming from, and why are you doing this?"

"Why am I doing what?" she asked, almost as if she were confused herself. Her response clearly had me baffled as well.

"Why are you asking me about Kara? Why are you throwing the idea of a threesome out there, and more importantly, did you mean what you said earlier?"

"What do you mean? What did I say earlier?"

Anger is the wrong choice of word to explain what came over me when I heard her response. I am sure anger was in there somewhere, but that was not the only emotion I was experiencing. Jenelle was driving me crazy with her games. I wanted to spank her, fuck her like crazy, kick her out of my room, give her the most passionate kiss imaginable, tie her up, and never talk to her again all at the same time. I was sure she knew damn well what I was talking about. I wanted to know if she meant it when she said she loved me. I wasn't ready to say it back, but I also knew that I hated it when that word was thrown around loosely.

"Jenelle, you said you loved me."

Before she responded, she rolled onto her stomach, bringing her face closer to my chest. I will admit, even though I was fuming, she looked incredibly sexy in that position. She then leaned in, took my nipple in her mouth, and bit down playfully. Her nibble sent a tingle racing down my spine. I let out a stifled moan as she released me, while glancing up to meet my gaze. "Did I now?" she asked playfully.

A steep feeling of lust took over my body. I wanted her, but at the same time I wanted to dominate her. By dominate I don't mean leather outfits and a whip, but instead a need to assert some control over this relationship. I have personally never been into the whole BDSM scene, as I don't have the heart for it. If that is your thing though, I would highly recommend checking out The Novelists series, written by Nicequip, or My Only Talent series by Conanthe. I will admit that both series get me excited, but like I said, it is not my personal preference.

Forcefully, I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her to my lips. As she began to moan into my mouth, I softly pushed her head back down to the mattress. I then did something completely unexpected for the both of us; I spanked her hard on the ass. A resounding smack echoed throughout the room as my hand made contact with her skin. Instantly, the shape of my hand print reddened upon her luscious rump. She yelped in surprise.

My hand was forced to keep her pressed firmly against the bed as she struggled to sit back up, most likely to hit me. "Don't move."

She looked at me with a mix of fire and curiosity in her eyes. I assume she wondered what I was going to do next. In a challenging tone she retorted, "Or what?"

The slight grin forming on her lips nearly threw me off. My rejoinder was barely above a whisper, as I questioned my overall resolve. "Ummm....you will be punished."

Jenelle laughed silently to herself. She seemed determined to call my bluff. She continued to try to struggle against my hand holding her down. "Let me up Derek."

Something about her, about the way she struggled and how she responded to me, just drove me even further insane with lust. I became unwavering in my plight to win this little flirtatious battle. As my nerve returned, I lifted my hand again, bringing it down firmly on her other cheek.

Momentarily, I glanced over my work, admiring the matching set of prints reddening across her buns. The mere sight of the traces of my fingers imprinted on her skin further increased my already heightened arousal. Again, I told her not to move as I licked the back of her ear.

"Are you going to behave now?" I asked, as I took her earlobe in my mouth, biting it gently.

"Yeah," Jenelle murmured as she closed her eyes, allowing me to control her body.

I brought my hand back down across her ass, not nearly as hard as my previous two slaps. As I threatened to hit the other cheek I said, "That's not how you address me."

"Uh, Yes....Sir." Jenelle replied sharply as she rolled her eyes.

"Good girls will be rewarded for their efforts." I said as I turned her head and kissed her as passionately as I could. As Jenelle purred into my mouth, I gained confidence in the fact that she would not move.

While sitting back in an upright position, I slowly began to trace my fingers up and down her spine, determined to become familiar with every inch of her body. As I allowed my fingers to dance from the contours of her shoulders to her thighs, I slowly lowered my head to retrace my fingers' paths with my lips.When goosebumps formed over her skin, I began to realize her submission was beginning to excite her as well. I purposefully moved at an agonizingly slow pace to torment her into being overwhelmed with pleasure. Jenelle's moans further drove me to continue my playful torture. In the back of my mind, I needed her desire for me to completely overpower her other senses.

Jenelle began to squirm beneath me as I moved to the small of her back, gently nibbling across her soft skin. As much as I was getting into being dominate, I couldn't bring myself to enforce my 'don't move' decree because she was enjoying herself. In all honesty, her body was responding exactly how I wanted it to, I thought. I guess I could tolerate some movement.

However, when she raised her head to see where I went when I shifted my body to the side of the bed, I was forced to act.

After I had brought my hand down on her backside harder than I wanted to, she squealed in displeasure. Immediately, my resolve broke as I apologized, "I am so sorry!"

After taking a moment to consider her options Jenelle responded, "Sir, you are an idiot."

Again, I apologized, "Sorry, I was just trying to do something different, please don't be mad at me."

Soon, it became Jenelle's turn to dominate. She sat up and took my face in her hands, looking directly into my eyes. "Derek, you are an idiot, but you are my idiot."

I couldn't help but smile at her comment. I had completely ruined this moment, but she was crazy about me anyway. I honestly had no idea what to do or say.

Sensing my indecision, Jenelle took it upon herself to reinvigorate the mood. "Now Sir, I believe you were rubbing your hands up and down my body." She grinned before she continued, "Oh, and don't be afraid to get a little rough. I kind of liked it."