A harmless crush (Closed for Angelika0)

Rachel reveled in the afterbuzz of an orgasm as she continued to stroke his cock. She felt him shift around, her eyes were still closed, and loved the feeling of his hot skin against hers. She didn't realize he had taken off her panties as well as his boxers until a slight breeze of cool air hit her hot slit. She let out a slight moan and a mixture of drunken buzz and arousal continued to swirl in her mind and body. She felt weak and tired, but didn't feel like sleeping just yet.

She just laid there, enjoying the closeness of another person. Of her step-brother. She was having a hard time caring about that fact right now, especially since he had just assisted her in cuming. It took a long time for her ex to do such a thing, and he had managed it fairly quickly.
 
Andrew pressed himself against her again, his cock in her hand pressed a little above her sex. He lifted his face to kiss her. "Rachel..." he breathed her name against her lips as he kissed her, the word containing volumes of lust and desire for her. His hand slid up from her ass along her side and then back down in long, firm caresses. He moaned again as she continued to stroke him, pleasure continuing to build inside of him.
 
Hearing him say her name in such a way filled her with some strange happiness. This wasn't just some guy she had met to fulfill carnal desires. This was her step-brother whom she had grown to love over the past few years. Someone who knew her and cared about her. This situation was crazy, and probably seriously wrong but she didn't care.

Rachel took both of her hands and placed them on either side of his head, bringing his lips to hers as she kissed him, long and slow, a strange light feeling building in her chest as she did so. She couldn't help her hips to move slowly and she felt his cock near her entrance. The suspense building as she prepared herself for something that would change her life forever. But something she desperately wanted.
 
Andrew sensed permission when she took her hand from his cock. He kissed her back, sliding his tongue easily into her mouth to caress hers. His hand slid down between them for a moment, drawing the head of his cock up her naked slit to coat it in her juices, before gently pressing forward and into her. In one slow motion he eased every inch of himself into her, gasping as he felt his step-sister's walls spread to receive him and then grip his throbbing shaft deep inside of her.
 
Rachel drew in breath as she felt him enter her. Her eyes remained closed as he slowly and easily filled her as she had gotten so wet from her orgasm. She went back to kissing him passionately, her tongue meeting his as she reveled in the feeling of her step-brother's cock inside her. It was unlike anything she had felt before.
 
Drunk as he was, there was something about the intimacy of this moment that slowed Andrew down. For a few moments, he simply kissed Rachel as his hard cock rested inside of her. Then, slipping one arm behind her to take his weight, he began moving his hips, drawing himself a little out of her and then sliding forward, his cock throbbing with each, slowly thrust.

His free hand roamed over her body, moving down her side, over her hip and down her thigh as far as he could reach as his breathing gradually became deeper and more rapid again.
 
"Oh, my god." She moaned in between kisses. So much was happening to make Rachel feel things she didn't think were possible. Her head was swimming from the drinks, her chest was light from kissing him, her stomach was in knots from the way his hands traced her body, and her pussy was on fire from the way he slid in an out of her. His cock slid along her walls almost perfectly, and his head reached so deep within her.

"Oh, Andrew..." The pleasure was incredible! She had to stop kissing him in order to breathe, which now came out in gasps every time he thrust into her. Her legs wrapped around him ushering him on. Her hands rested on his waist and his back, loving the feel of his skin as his muscles moved underneath.

"Fuck..." She said between gasps. "Fuck me, please..." She couldn't take it, she needed more of him.
 
Andrew's breathing too had become heavy and ragged and when her lips released his he left his lips hanging open to draw in deeper breaths. She fit him so perfectly. He slid in and out of her and yet her walls were tight, gripping at him as he withdrew and spreading around him as he penetrated her again and again.

Andrew leaned up a little as she begged for more, looking down into her eyes and at the play of emotions across her face as the pace and force of his thrusts increased.
 
Through the haze of everything, the drunkenness and the sex, she looked up at his face as he fucked her. She had no control over how her body reacted to this sweet, sweet feeling of him filling her over and over again. The man above her was her step-brother. But in the throws of sex, he looked completely different. There was a compassion in his eyes and pleasure enveloping every line on his face.

Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust and she moved one hand to grab one and the other to grasp the sheets above her head. She was going to cum again, she could feel it approaching. Not wanting to take her eyes off of his, but having no say in the matter she squeezed her eyes shut as her gasps and moans grew louder and more intense.
 
Andrew's own arousal was reaching its peak as he watched his step-sister's body move beneath him, her breasts swaying each time his hips met hers. His cock was throbbing hard inside of her and his breathing was becoming shallower. "Ahh... Rachel.." he groaned.

The sighed of her caressing her own breast was enough to push him over the edge. His hand slid down to her thigh and suddenly gripped it tightly as he thrust forward one last time, burying himself deep inside her as he came, his back arching and head leaning back as a long, low groan fell from his throat as he emptied himself into Rachel's body.
 
"Oh my god!" Her voice grew higher as she reached the edge. "Andrew...." She breathed out as she came and felt him empty himself inside her. Her ex had always insisted on using condoms so she had never before experienced this feeling. It was strangely wonderful and it increased her climax tenfold.

"Oh..." She let out a gasp as she breathed heavily, staying on cloud nine for longer than she had before. She felt weak and spent, but happily satisfied. Her arms fell to her side as she closed her eyes, loving all the feelings that rushed through her body.
 
After a few moments, Andrew's body relaxed and he allowed himself to sink down onto the bed with Rachel, his manhood still inside her and throbbing gently as her own climax came gradually to an end. His face came to rest in the curve of her neck and be breathing became gradually more slow and calm. "God..." he groaned, his hand sliding back up her body and down one arm to entwine his fingers with hers.

"Oh, Rachel... that was... wow..."
 
He hadn't removed himself from her and for some reason, she was really okay with that. Just feeling him inside of her and on top of her was a really great feeling. She naturally let his hand hold hers, not thinking twice about it. Hearing him speak brought her back to reality for just a split second.

"Yeah..." She breathed, her alcohol-addled brain trying to piece everything together, but desperately wanting to just shut down and sleep. "Andrew...that was amazing." She said, her eyes closing slightly.
 
Exhaustion was catching up to Andrew fast, and he was unable and unwilling to deal with the consequences of all that had just happened between them. Slowly, gently, he shifted himself off of her, his softening manhood slipping of her and eliciting a gentle moan from Andrew. Shifting to one side, he pulled her into his arms, then groped behind him for the edge of the comforter and pulled it down, folding it over them where they lay stretched sideways across the bed. His hands gently caressed her warm body as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.
 
Rachel moaned a little too as he slipped out of her, already missing his presence. She stayed on her back as he moved around on the bed. Closing her eyes she let sleep slowly take hold of her, her head still dizzy from everything that had happened in the past few hours. She felt his hands on her and his body press close as she faded off into sleep.
 
It was well into morning when Andrew woke. His head hurt and he squeezed his eyes closed against the sunlight coming in through the balcony window, the curtains of which had been left open after Rachel had gone out to look the day before. He buried his face in Rachel's hair... Rachel. Everything rushed back as he became intensely aware of his step-sister's naked form pressed close against his own under half the comforter. He rolled onto his back and pressed a hand to his forehead. Shit, what did we do, and how is she gonna react?
 
Rachel awoke slowly at first, noticing movement around her. She debated on whether to go back to sleep or get up to start the day. Eyes still closed, she wondered what time it was and if she had adequately beaten jet lag yet.

She went through the list of things she needed to do to get ready until sudedenly she became acutely aware that she was next to someone in bed. And that she was naked. Bits and pieces of last night came flooding back through her memory. Shit... she thought as she tried to figure out how to go about handling this, both emotionally and realistically.

First thing was first. Almost immediately after opening her eyes and stretching a little bit, she got out of bed wordlessly and went to her suitcase, ignoring the fact that she was walking around the hotel room naked with her step brother laying on the bed. She grabbed her toiletries bag and went to the bathroom, closing the door.

She found her birth control pills and took today's dose like she did every morning. She was more than sure that they didn't use a condom and she didn't want any slip ups. After going to the bathroom and washing her face, she slipped on the complimentary robe and tied it around her waist before going back out into the room.

Rachel went and sat on her bed, praying for the least awkward morning after talk possible. "So...." She said silently, looking over at Andrew.
 
Andrew was not entirely certain how to handle it when she stood and silently walked across the room and into the bathroom, but he forced himself to calm down and not to assume the worst. There clothes were scattered on the floor around the bed in testament to the hurried passion of the night before. Andrew tried again to piece together all of it, but his head simply hurt.

He found a bottle of water and drank it quickly. It helped some. Then he pulled on a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He did not know what the outcome of the conversation they would have to have would be, but he did know it would be slightly less awkward if he was not naked. Then he sat on the bed and gave himself time to wake.

When Rachel came back, she was in a robe, which told him at least that she too recognized that they had to talk.

He was silent for a while after she spoke. "We aren't actually related," he said at last. "So whatever we decide to do about this, we didn't actually do anything wrong..." The truth was he didn't know what he wanted in this moment, and he was mostly afraid that they would want different things, as that seemed the worst outcome. "How do you feel?" he asked, allowing her to take the question as she wished, and uncertain how to dive into the deeper emotional and practical question of what they had done.
 
Rachel looked over at her step-brother as he spoke. He was right. Legally they didn't do anything wrong. Morally there might be an issue. However, how she felt was a difficult question. She really really enjoyed herself last night. What had happened between them was more than she had ever felt from a guy before, not just sexually.

"I'm just...afraid." She said quietly as she looked down at her hands in her lap. "I mean, like, last night was seriously great. But..." She said, unable to find the words to say. Hopefully she understood what she meant.
 
Andrew nodded. That was fair. It was a strange situation they found themselves in. He sighed. There was really nothing for it but honesty at this point, even if that seemed like a pretty high-risk option at the moment.

"I've liked you for a long time," he said. "Just a crush I guess. I mean you're hot, and I've always known you weren't really my sister, so I didn't think it was a problem and I just ignored it." He took a breath and drank from the bottle of water, then closed his eyes a moment. His head still hurt. "And last night... well we were more drunk than I thought we would be and.." He shrugged. "I don't want to put you in a weirder position than we already are... but I'm not sorry about last night."
 
Rachel was a little taken aback by his blunt honesty. She blushed a little as he spoke the truth about how he felt for her. She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought the same things.

"I'm not sorry either." She said honestly. "Just because our parents were attracted to each other doesn't mean we can't be." Society's rules were stupid anyway. And they weren't blood relative so it's not like it would be morally wrong.
 
Andrew felt everything in him relax, and hadn't realized he'd been so tensed. He let out the breath he'd been holding. He let himself smile for the first time that morning, and for a few minutes he stopped feeling the headache.

So neither of them regretted the previous nights accident, and both were willing to admit feelings for one another. "So," Andrew said slowly, a little of the teenage awkwardness creeping back into his voice and manner. "What do we do now?"
 
Rachel smiled back at him, realizing how happy this made her. She was no longer crazy for liking her step brother and the thoughts and feelings that she had pushed down now could come to the surface without fear. That is until they went back home. They had two weeks here where no one knew who they were.

"Well..." She said, standing up. "We have two weeks in a foreign country. We can do whatever the hell we want." She smiled down at him and bent over, planting a light kiss on his lips.
 
Andrew leaned his head up as she stepped across the space between the beds to kiss him. His heart skipped a beat and his felt a shiver run down his spine as Rachel, sober and deliberate, kissed him on the lips. He felt all the rest of the tension melt away in that kiss. He closed his eyes and reached up to cup her cheek.

"Mmm, two weeks," he murmured against her lips. "I imagine we can do quite a lot in that time..." he said, not looking beyond the end of their vacation, just reveling in the thought of two weeks in this beautiful place with Rachel, his lover now, and not just his step-sister.
 
His hand on her cheek felt warm, welcome and really nice as she relished the kiss. It caused a light feeling in her chest that she couldn't quite explain. Rachel smiled against his lips, kissing him again. "Oh yeah?" She asked. "Like what?"
 
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