Home for the Taking Ch. 02

Purse swinging from her toned arm, Marianne whistled happily under her breath as she headed to her car under the early afternoon sun. Today was the last day of work before a well-deserved week off. She was planning lots and lots of tanning, swimming and mall time with her best friend, Alli, before the last vestiges of Indian Summer sun faded to winter paleness.

The shrill ring of her cell cut her off mid-tune. She fished for the phone and pulled it out, frowning at the "unknown caller" displayed in the ID window. She never answered calls without knowing who they were. She dropped it back in the depths, unlocking her door and sliding onto her hot leather seat. She couldn't wait to get home and get her work clothes off! She'd worn tan slacks, a matching black lace panty set and a loose emerald green blouse. Comfortable in the controlled environment of the workplace, but a little hot for the Texas midday.

The material of her blouse fluttered around her body as she steered the racy little convertible into traffic and sped off toward home.

Pulling up to the garage, she noticed a limo parked by the entryway. Her mother and stepfather were exiting as she came to the door.

"You're back! Good!" Her mother gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, the scent of peonies and roses wafting from her heavily sprayed neck. She stepped back and tucked a stray strand of courtesy-of-the-salon blonde hair behind her ear. "Bill and I were invited, quite last minute, to a weekend retreat. We would have said no, but the senator will be there. You understand, darling." She patted her daughter's cheek. "You'll be fine here with Michale, won't you?"

Marianne paled a little. She hadn't seen her stepbrother in four months, since he had waylaid her tanning and raped her. She hadn't told anyone or spoken to him since.

"Are you sure you have to go?" But her mother was already seated in the car and paying little attention to her offspring.

Her mother loved power and connections. The promise of spending all weekend rubbing elbows with the senator wouldn't be passed up.

Marianne sighed, steeled herself, and went inside. A change of clothes was first on her agenda, then a bite to eat.

She slipped quickly into a wide-neck white blouse and long pink gypsy skirt, leaving her long brown hair loose around her shoulders. The black lace bra showed through her shirt, so she took it off and tossed it in the laundry. Her breasts were on the larger side at 34D, but firm and perky enough that she didn't always wear a bra, especially around the house.

She'd almost forgotten about the threat of her stepbrother as she skipped down the stairs to the kitchen, but it all came rushing back as she rounded the corner and screeched to a halt at the sight of him across the kitchen bar.

Michale looked up, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face as he took in the sight of her, eyes running up her body, pausing at her heaving breasts before reaching her reddening face. He winked.

"Heya, sis!"

"Michale!" She half gasped, but recovered quickly, sliding onto a bar stool. "Uh, hi! Didn't expect to see you."

He returned to making his sandwich. "Yeah. Got a week off for Halloween. Figured I'd come home this year. Lame-ass parties didn't seem as fun as hanging with my sister." He took a bite, winking at her again.

She hopped down and opened the fridge, grabbing a can of soda. She decided to act like she didn't understand what he meant. Maybe it had been a fluke the last time and he'd decided to behave like a brother should.

"I don't see how it would be more fun here," She took a swig of Coke, leaning against the counter a couple feet from his sandwich makings.

"Oh, no?" He moved faster than she could react, arms on either side trapping her, his hips pressing her back and pinning her to the counter. She flushed, swallowing hard. "I think you can guess, little sister." He took the can and set it aside.

"Michale," her voice faltered and she cleared her throat lightly. "Michale, you can't. Stop. It's wrong."

"You're right, Marianne," his voice was husky. "I can't stop."

He lowered his head, giving her a fraction of second of warning before his lips pressed against hers firmly, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. Her muffled protest gave him room and he surged inside, stroking and flicking against her own tongue.

The toll of abstaining from sex for the last four months due to unresolved feelings after his last assault took its due now, as the feeling of a warm male body pressed against her and the talented mouth plying hers sent tingles along every nerve. She could feel her pussy moistening as her nipples jumped to attention with his chest pressing closer. An unexpected moan slipped out. He chuckled, low in his throat.

"Sounds like you're enjoying this, baby."

"I'm not your baby, Michale!" She tried to push him away, but it was like trying to move a boulder. He grabbed her wrists in his right hand, stopping her ineffective attempt.

"I beg to differ," he murmured against her neck, nipping the skin just below her ear. She shivered, her nipples getting incredibly harder, aching to be touched. His other hand slid up to do just that, softly running his fingertips across first one, then the other breast before cupping the right one and catching the nipple between thumb and index finger.

"I think you want me just as much as I want you."

She shook her head, then gasped aloud as his fingers pressed together around her nipple. The sensation shot straight to her clit.

In a sudden movement he picked her up and set her on the counter, her wrists behind her in his left hand now and his right slowly sliding up her skirt. She held her breath, torn between outrage and anticipation.

"Oh, really, little sister?" He held his hand up in front of her face, fingers glistening with her wetness. "I didn't even have to touch your pussy. You're dripping down your legs."

He slid his fingers back up the inside of her legs and past the ineffective barrier of her lace thong. His light touch on her clit made her jerk, a slight sound of pleasure slipping past her lips. The finger slid lower, gently playing with her lips before parting them and slipping inside her tight pussy. She could feel herself gripping at his finger, then stretching as he added a second digit and began to move in and out.

"Mmmm, you're always so ready for me, Mari," He whispered against her neck, kissing her warm skin. He flicked his thumb across her clit and she spasmed, gripping his fingers and curling her toes at the sudden burst of pleasure.

His fingers were suddenly gone and her wrists freed as he slid her gauzy skirt to her waist and forced her legs wide, scooting her to the edge of the counter. A quick jerk and her panties were in pieces on the floor. His head moved slowly, letting her anticipation build as his mouth moved down to her juicy folds.

The first touch was electric, his tongue swiping up through her pussy and ending with a flick to her clit. He repeated the motion again, and again, then stopped to suck her clit between his teeth, rapidly lashing his tongue across the sensitive nub. She let out a strangled moan, causing him to chuckle against her wet flesh. His finger was back, pushing gently inside her, curling up and pressing against her g-spot in an insistent rhythm as he continue to lick and suck at her clit, lapping up her juices eagerly. "Please..." She moaned.

"Please what, sister?" He paused to say, then continued.

"Please, I want..."

"Want what? Tell me!"

"I want you!" She snapped out reluctantly, angry at him for making her voice her desires, wrong as they were. "I want your thick cock inside me, Michale! Fuck me! Please!"

This time he laughed, pulling away to slide down his jeans.

"That's it, Baby Girl! I knew you wanted it!"

He stepped to the counter, spreading her legs around him and lining up his cock with her pussy. She could feel the hot, thick head rubbing against her clit. It parted her lips, sinking into her slowly, letting her feel every inch as her stepbrother buried his cock deep in her spasming pussy.

She let a sob out at the feeling of his cock stretching her, violating her. It felt even bigger than the last time.

Michale sank as deep as he could, letting his balls come to rest against her ass. He stayed there a minute, hunched over her body, arms to either side of her as he let her feel him throbbing deep inside. He waited until she moved her hips against him, impatient at his inactivity.

"I told you," he hissed against her neck, pulling out until just the head rested against her lips before thrusting back in, hard. "I told you you wanted this!" He thrust again and again, punctuating his words. "You're. My. Little. Slut! All. Mine!"

Marianne whimpered, clenching down on his cock, moving her hips in answer to his thrusts as she felt the pleasure building inside. Her fingers clenched, grabbed against the counter until she gave in and wrapped them around her stepbrother's neck, her fingernails gouging into his back.

He growled and bit down on her shoulder, pulling her ass closer to the edge as he began to move faster, slamming into her over and over again.

With a half-scream of surrender, she gave in. The feel of thick, hot cock pounding her pussy hard was too much to ignore.

"Fuck me!" she growled, sinking her teeth into his bicep. "Pound that fucking cock deep in your little slut, brother!"

His response was to straighten, taking his cock from inside her and pulling her to her feet on the floor. She looked up in bewilderment.

"Wha..."

His dark, lust filled eyes narrowed as he pulled her to the dining room, her skirt still rucked up around her waist, bare ass slightly red from the hard counter.

"Michale, I thought..." Her voice was cut off as her grabbed her and spun her to face the table, shoving her down with her ass up. Her feet barely skimmed the floor.

His hands cupped her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the firm globes. He lightly smacked her ass, moaning in appreciation at the way they barely jiggled from the contact. With gentle pressure, he spread the flesh, running a finger across her hidden bud. She tensed.

"No, Michale! Not there! No one goes there!"

"Hmmm...an ass virgin, eh?" he leaned forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head around to face him. "I thought you learned, Baby Girl. You don't tell me what to do. I was gonna save this delight for later, but maybe we'll explore it now." He wet his thumb, placing it against the tight entrance. "Just relax." he purred, and began to press in.

She hissed through clenched teeth as his thick digit split her open. To her surprise, it didn't feel as bad as she'd expected, she even felt a little pleasure as he began to move his thumb in and out of her butt.

"Mmmm, that's it, baby." he removed his finger and she felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy once again. He sank in slowly and stroked in and out twice. "Ready, sweetness?" His newly wetted cock was suddenly where his finger had been, pressing firmly against her tightly clenched flesh. She let out a half sob as she began to yield.

"Please, it hurts!"

"It'll only hurt for a minute. Just relax."

She tried, focusing on keeping her muscles from tensing as he pressed in deeper. An inch. Two. Then he was all the way in, buried in her no longer virgin ass. He paused to let her adjust to him.

"Oh, baby. You feel so tight around my cock. I love the feel of that virgin ass squeezing on my dick!"

He began to move slowly, tiny thrusts in and out, building up speed as he went. It felt different to her. Not unpleasant, but still a little painful.

She felt his hand slip down under his cock, sliding through her folds to find her clit and rub it firmly. Instant pleasure flooded her body.

"That's it." now he really began to move, pounding into her ass and continuing to finger her clit.

Marianne moaned and arched her back, pleasure building throughout her body as he sank deeper, thrusting faster. Her orgasm took her unaware, setting every nerve alive as she screamed and came hard, spasming on his dick over and over.

"Ahhh, Mari! That's it! That's it, baby! Fuck! I'm going to cum in your tight ass!" His cock throbbed once and shot, filling her with his cum as he growled his release and bit down on her neck one last time.

They stayed that way, his weight offset from her back by his arm pressing on the table, for several minutes, both breathing heavily. Michale moved first, gently pulling his softened phallus from her, watching the bud close up behind him. He turned her over, smoothing her mussed hair from her face.

"This can't be wrong, Marianne. It feels too good."

She closed her eyes, leaning into his hand as he caressed her. "Maybe," She stood and hopped from the table, adjusting her skirt so it swung around her legs again. "Maybe you'll have to catch me to find out!" She took off, running for the stairs.

With a gasp and a deep chuckle, he followed, inches behind as she made it to his room.