Steve sat on his bed, pondering the truth of the aphorism that no good goes unpunished. To be sure, he didn't act out of pure altruism; Katie scurrying back home to tell the folks she'd been date-raped on his watch wasn't a prospect he welcomed. Still, he thought he deserved better than to have her treat him like he'd held her down while everybody else in the frat took turns on her.
He was still stewing when his bedroom door opened, and the outline of a figure moved into the room. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch tonight," Katie said softly.
"Right. Just 'tonight,' huh?" He wasn't going to let her off that easily, if at all.
Then she did the one thing he never expected her to do.
She started to cry.
It's like girls come out of the womb knowing that nothing turns a man to jelly like seeing them cry. He got up, rushed over, put his arms around her and pulled her to him, stroking her hair and telling her - hell,
pleading
with her - not to cry.
"If you weren't there, he would've... I could've been..." she sobbed, burying her head against his chest. He patted her on the back and tried to soothe her when he came to the realization that they weren't really dressed for this. He was wearing a pair of briefs, and she had on a t-shirt that barely covered her ass. If she was wearing any underwear, it certainly wasn't a bra.
She finally looked up at me, a tear spilling from her eye and down her cheek, and asked, "Why did you go there after I've been so mean to you?"
He shrugged and wiped the tear away. "Because I was worried that something was going to happen to you, and I wasn't going to let it. I mean, sure, you're the most hateful person in the tri-state area, and I know we can't stand each other." She laughed a little and smiled. "But you're still my sister or stepsister or whatever, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."
She looked up at him, then stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. They continued gazing at each other, and then she kissed him again, this time on the lips. They let the kiss linger for just a moment, and then he broke away and stood back.
"Listen, I'm so sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean to do that, I don't know what came over me, I just -" And then he stared at her, transfixed, as she reached down, crossed her hands, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, and slowly peeled it up and off, leaving her naked except for the briefest pair of pale blue cotton panties.
Then they were together again, but it was tentative, like they weren't sure what they were doing. They kissed again, this one slowly deepening. The tip of his tongue swept across her lower lip, and she opened her mouth to him, giving a soft moan as his tongue tangled with hers. Her moan deepened as he moved a hand to her breast, the pad of his thumb flicking across her nipple. Her body trembled as the back of his hand moved down, his fingernails scraping down her abdomen. They teased at the top of her panties, then two slid into them and across her wet vagina.
Suddenly, he cradled her ass, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed, dropping her down onto it, then crawling up so that his head was even with her breasts. He squeezed them as his tongue flicked from one nipple to the other. "Mmmm, that feels good," she murmured.
He grinned up at her. "This will feel even better," he said, as he began moving down her body. He hooked his thumbs into the straps of her panties and slowly eased them down her legs, and then settled his head between them.
Katie had found she liked oral sex, at least the giving part. The receiving part, not so much. Her first boyfriend wouldn't have gone down on her at gunpoint, and while Brian had at least tried, his lack of enthusiasm, combined with a complete absence of skill - he couldn't have found her clit with a headlamp and a map, she was certain - left her indifferent to the prospect.
But she realized this would be so much different the instant Steve's tongue traced ever so slowly up the length of her slit. Then down again, her body tensing slightly as this time he pulled her labia apart with his thumbs, his tongue probing a little deeper inside her.
She gave a sharp cry as he slid a finger inside her. Her body began moving with him as another one joined the first, gently fucking her while his tongue moved up and circled around her clit. Then he hooked his fingers just so, and
that's
where that spot was, and the flat of his tongue was pressed against her clit, she was arching against his mouth, the coil tightening inside her. She grabbed his head with both hands and screamed as the coil sprung, pressing him down and arching up against him.
She collapsed back on the bed after her climax ended. She looked up at him as he lifted his head and smiled at her, his face wet with her juices. She slowly regained her breath, and finally said, "I really need you inside me."
"Do I need --?"
"No, I'm on the pill."
He moved up, gave her a tender kiss, extended an arm and propped himself up on one hand, then with the other hand gently guided his cock into her pussy.
"Oh,
fuck
