Chapter 8
They wake with the sun rolling in through the gaps in the red, heavy-threaded, crushed velvet curtains, and this time when Sash rolls over, she is delighted to find her stepbrother still in the bed alongside her. She pours herself into him, melting against the thickness of his chest, drowning herself in his scent and essence, and lavishing him with kisses. For the first time in their staggered relationship together, Sash feels like she has finally got him.
He pulls her tightly to him, and she lets her hands roam his skin, her fingers dancing tantalizingly over the broadness of his shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles across his torso and down towards the throbbing, thickness of his already swollen meat.
Dante catches her hand just before she gets to it, playfully pins it against the pillow above her head and rolls himself on top of her. He kisses the sensitive underside of her upper arm, across the delicate lines of her shoulder, down past her breasts and around her belly button. Sash giggles as he goes, the light brush of his lips tickling her body in frenzied electric pulses, while the heat of his engorged member insists urgently against her tender, goosebumped skin.
Dante nudges her legs apart with his own, and like this, silent but for their exigent breathing, he guides himself inside her. As they make love, the sun warm against Dante’s back, Sash’s body trembling yet again just to have him against her, she can’t help but feel complete.
Stepbrother or not, this is the man she’s definitely meant to be with. This is the man she has always loved, and the only man who can make her feel this way. Afterwards, when Sash has the warm, gooey sensation running through her body of yet another incredible series of orgasms, and Dante is lying against her again, satisfied enough for now, she feels like she could stay here forever and never need anything else in her life again. Dante nuzzles into her neck. He pulls her backwards into him, his arms locked around her waist and his legs up close to hers in a tangled spoon.
“I have a surprise for you today”, he whispers.
“A surprise?” Sash asks. “I don’t know if I deserve a surprise, do I?”
“It’s a present for us both”, Dante says. “Something I’ve wanted to give you for a very long time.”
Sash twists around so she can face him. She studies his eyes, touches his lips with her fingers and tries to guess what it could be. Is he going to propose, is that what this is about?Are they going to run away together?
“What is it?” Sash asks eventually, unable to detect with absolute certainty.
“It’s a surprise, Sash”, Dante says evenly. “The whole point of a surprise is that you don’t tell the person you’re planning to give it to, what it is.”
“Yeah I know that, but, I’m here now, you might as well tell me.”
“Uh-uh”, Dante says. “It would ruin it.”
He gets up, leaving Sash lying face down on the bed, her legs moving up and down idly like a child throwing a tantrum. Dante knows his stepsister hates surprises. He knows she’ll struggle to think about anything else all morning until she finds out what it is.
“You’ll see soon enough”, he says. “We have to go there this morning.”
“Go there, go where?” Sash says, getting up off the bed to follow her stepbrother towards the bathroom.
“You’ll see”, Dante says.
“Well what do I have to wear?”
Dante turns the shower on and steps underneath the water. It’s a walk in open planned system with jets coming from above and to the side. Sash closes the distance to join him.
“Something sexy”, Dante confirms.
Sash gathers soap in her hands and begins to rub it into his skin, her hands naturally working their way back down his chest and towards his hardening cock.
“Something like yesterday?” Sash asks.
“Uh-huh.”
In her hands, he grows quickly, easily turned on by her touch.
“I’ve got a lot of dresses”, Sash says, pushing back his foreskin and beginning to wank him. “I could wear one without panties.”
“Go on”, Dante says slowly, his cock fully erect now.
“Only you and I would know”, she says. “You could put your hand between my legs, your fingers up inside me.”
“Uh-huh. What else?”
While Sash draws his foreskin gently over his swollen glans, she rubs the tip of her thumb into the sensitive connective tissue that joins his crown to his shaft. Already, pre-cum has begun to build up and ooze out of his tip. Dante tilts his head back, enjoying the sensation of the hot water tumbling over his skin while his stepsister wanks him.
“You could bend me over when nobody is looking, lick my tight, wet hole and push your cock slowly inside me.”
“Yes”, Dante says. “Oh yes, I could do that. What else?”
His cock throbbing under her touch now, he could let himself go so easily like this.
“You could loosen my ass-hole with my cum and then when I’m ready and on the edge of an orgasm, you could push your way inside me with your sensitive, swollen cock.”
She tightens her grip, one hand on his shaft, the other massaging his balls.
“That sounds like a perfect idea”, Dante says, his breathing already stuttered. Sash can sense he’s nearing an orgasm. She know if she continues, he’ll explode all over her belly. She wants it, but she wants to tease him even more.
“Ok”, she says, pulling her hand away quickly. “I’ll go and see what I can find.”
Before Dante can stop her, she’s turned on her heels and is back in the bedroom giggling away at what she’s just done.
In the bathroom, Dante stands with his mouth open and his cock throbbing, seconds away from orgasm. “Sash”, he shouts. “I’m going to make you regret that.”
“I’m busy”, Sash shouts back. “I have to find something nice to wear!”
Dante stares down at his swollen cock. He could finish the job easily, but it wouldn’t be the same.
“Fucking hell”, he says, shaking his head, a wry smile breaking out across his face. She’s learning.
He’ll let her get away with this one, only because he knows that if tonight is going to be the most important moment in their relationship and the best moment of his life, he first needs to persuade her to have the operation. Everything so far has been leading up to this moment, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to fuck it up. It’s only taken three years of waiting, and even though he’s not going to take no for an answer, he’d prefer Sash to be on the same page as him before they started. He’s pretty sure he won’t have a problem, but it would just make a much more pleasant experience for them both if she was. Sash had a tendency to freak out unnecessarily over things she later wholeheartedly agreed with. Why wouldn’t she want to do the one thing they couldn’t do before? Dante reasons. If anything, she’s likely to be just as excited as he is.
An hour later they are both ready. Sash has no idea where they are about to go, but she’s excited. A little nervous about what’s to come, but excited she’ll be doing something with Dante. Over the moon that he’s been thoughtful enough to get her a gift at all. If the flowers and the presents last night were anything to go by, this could be absolutely immense. Knowing Dante, it’s going to be significant. True to her word, she’s decided not to wear any panties, and Dante can’t think of anything more appropriate.
Hand in hand, they leave the apartment, ride the elevator down to the lobby and make their way out to the street.
They are no more than a half a dozen steps away from the hotel
when she calls him. The word fired through the air like a bullet.
“Dante.”
Sash is the first to turn. Tess is standing there with Oliver in her arms. Whatever she was going to say is postponed slightly by what she has seen.
“This her?” Tess asks, pointing as best she can at Sash. Sash is confused. She looks from Tess to Oliver and then across to Dante, who looks anything but calm and composed.
“This is not the time”, Dante says firmly.
“Who is-?” Sash begins to say but the words don’t fully form a sentence.
“I came to give you one last chance”, Tess says. “He wanted to see you. I guess I made a mistake.”
“Dante?” Sash asks, looking at him with a face twisted by worry. Who is this?
“Daddy”, Oliver says with his hand stretched out towards Dante, and the penny finally drops. Immediately, the color drains from Sash’s face, and her skin goes cold. She feels a hollow in her gut like someone has just kicked a huge chunk of her out onto the road and can’t help but fold over uncontrollably, clasping at her neck, desperate for air, her knees so weak had she not been holding Dante’s hand, she would have clattered straight to the floor. That hand feels cold and unfamiliar in hers now. She lets go of him as though suddenly realizing she’s touching something completely foreign to her, and staggers back away from him, the world moving in slow motion. She looks to Oliver and then back to Dante. There is no doubt about it. This is his child.
“No”, she says, shaking her head, her hand going instinctively to her belly. “No.”
“Sash”, Dante says, trying to reason with her.
“You didn’t know”, Tess says, a penny dropping for her now too. “Why does that not surprise me?”
Sash wants the whole world to swallow her up. The information is a jumble in her head and all she knows is she needs to get away. She can’t process anything, she can’t think clearly, she can’t even cry. It’s like the whole world as she knows it has suddenly come to a grinding and abrupt stop. Who is this woman? Why have they got a child together? Why has he lied to her again? Without even thinking about it, she turns away and begins to run, adrenaline kicking in.