Final Exam

Final Exam

by Natalie Deschain

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Copyright 2014, Natalie Deschain

Published by Natalie Deschain

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This is a work of fiction, featuring consenting adults in sexual situations.

All characters depicted as engaging in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. No blood relatives engage in sexual activity of any kind.

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Cindy crept out of her bedroom on the balls of her feet, stepping lightly to avoid making any sound. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when the door swung a little in the draft from the open window, and creaked. She continued in her mission unabated. She touched the door to her stepbrother’s room. It was unlocked. She carefully pushed it open, biting her lower lip, and edged inside. It was dark, and she waited for her eyes to adjust. She’d been waiting all year for this- he had to turn in some project for his final exam for one of his college courses. The project in question was on an unmarked rewritable DVD currently resting atop a pile of papers and books on his desk. She gingerly picked it up and replaced it with the one she’d made, and started creeping out of his room.
 

Until he rolled over, that is. He had, as they say, a tumescent glow. His thick dick strained against his shorts, trying valiantly to stand to its full, impressive height. Cindy’s mouth opened slightly and she sucked in an anticipatory breath. The first stage of the operation was more important. She pulled the door closed behind her, snuck past her room, and headed to the basement, where she’d store the file. She stopped on more time to look out the front windows. Their parents were away for the weekend. She had plenty of time. This was her last chance- she’d just turned nineteen, would be starting college herself in the fall, and it might never come up again.

Josh woke up. She heard him turn on his bed and put his feet on the floor. She got out of her bed and pressed herself to the wall, holding her ear against it. His computer beeped as it came on. She imagined him walking around in there still hard, his dick bobbing around in his pants, nagging him to ease his tension. She quivered with anticipation. She’d dreamed of this day for years, and she’d finally worked up the nerve to pull it off. His chair creaked as he sat down.
 

The whisper of “What the fuck?” sent a shiver up her spine.
 

It was quickly followed by hurried footsteps. She ran to the bed and rolled onto her back. She’d chosen her best red lace bra and panties for this. She thought about wearing stockings, but it felt weird. She leaned back on her pillow, drew one leg up, and twisted languidly to show off the tight muscles in her stomach. Josh threw the door open, took three steps in, and his jaw dropped. Her gaze swung down to his shorts. He was still halfway hard. Perfect.
 

“What the hell, Cindy?”
 

“I see you got my message.”
 

“I want my final project back. Now.”
 

She wagged her finger at him and made a tisk-tisk sound. “You want it? You have to pay for it.”
 

He raised an eyebrow. “How?”
 

She sighed, and rolled over onto her stomach. She arched her back and pulled her calves up to kick her feet in the air, flexing her ass and calves. She was glad she’d chosen a thong. The confused, hungry look in his eyes when he saw her ass, her most secret places hidden from him only by a thin strip of red silk, made her legs feel like jelly. If she’d stood up, she might have fallen over.
 

“Come on, Josh,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “I’m sure you know what to do with a girl.”
 

“No,” he said sharply. “Where’s my project?”
 

She mustered the will to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. She walked towards him slowly, swinging her hips, putting one foot in front of the other, arching her back to keep her breasts proud. He looked at her hungrily, but his fingers clenched into fists.
 

“Why don’t you strip search me?”
 

He shoved her full on by the shoulders. She stumbled two steps backwards and fell right on her backside with a thump, yelping she landed. Josh folded his arms.

“Just tell me where it is.”
 

“It’s in the basement, you big jerk,” she snapped, “In the box with the old magazines.”
 

She scrambled back across the floor and leaned against the side of her bed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned on them, sniffing at the air, trying to bite back the first sob. It came as he walked out of the room, followed quickly by several more. She sat there in her sexy underwear, sobbing loudly, scrubbing at her face until her cheeks were raw. Josh returned a few minutes later, and stared at her in dumb silence.
 

“I got it,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
 

She sniffed, but said nothing, looking away from him.
 

“Cindy, look, I-”
 

She watched his feet as he walked over to her. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, and she fell into his side, sobbing. He touched her chin. Her heart fluttered as he lifted her face up, leaned in, and kissed her. An electric jolt ran through her body and she pressed herself to him. His arm slid from her shoulders down around her waist and his other found her, pulling her away from the bed. Cindy grabbed him around the neck and wrestled him to the floor, enjoying the look of disbelief as she swung her leg over him and sat on him. Resting her hands on his hips, she ground on him. She could feel the hard, hot shaft of his dick under the thin layer of fabric separating them. Her motion pushed him up against his belly, and she pressed herself against the underside of his shaft, rubbing up and down, feeling him grow with every motion. His hands shot to her hips.
 

“Come here.”
 

She got up on all fours and sidled up his body, almost touching his bare skin, but not quite.

“Turn around.”
 

She bit her lip and did as he said, turning until she faced away from him. She fell down on all fours, so that her pussy was hovering only a few inches away from his face. He ran his hands up her thighs, and then slapped her ass hard, making her gasp. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her down until she was lying on top of him, pulled the thin strip of of her thong aside, and she felt cool air on her lower lips. A thrill went up her spine, making her shiver. Her brother was staring at her pussy.
 

He didn’t warn her, he just lapped his tongue along her outer lips. She bit her lip and whimpered, never knowing how good it would feel. He took hold of her with both arms now and held her tight. She wriggled as he started to tongue her sex, gently at first, then rougher and rougher, his tongue almost sliding inside, probing forward in search of her clit. Holding her tight around the waist, he flexed a little, pulling her even closer. Her head fell on his leg, and a wicked notion came to her. She pushed his shorts down, sliding them along his legs, until his cock bobbed free. He was even bigger than she’d always imagined, thick and veiny, the big head hard and purple. She put her hand around his shaft and his shiver of excitement made her smile hungrily.
 

She put her mouth at the base of his shaft, licking along the side, twitching every time he touched her lower lips. She pulled him back so she could work her tongue where his shaft met his balls, lifting them gently in one hand. They were big and heavy and hot, and every second they were getting harder, pulsing in tune with his heartbeat. She lifted up, facing the moment of truth, and opened her mouth to admit him. She had to open wide to get the head in, sliding her tongue over it. Josh gasped and his head banged against the floor. Slowly, she worked him in further, until he was halfway in and she could take no more. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and used the spit dribbling down his shaft as lube, sliding her hand up and down as she bobbed her head, in opposition to her mouth.
 

“Oh yeah,” Josh gasped, “Well what about this?”
 

She felt something press against her sex and stopped, gasping. His finger pierced her, sliding in, and then he turned his hand. He popped him out of her mouth with a gasp and moaned, squeezing him hard. She was afraid she’d bite him if she took him in her mouth again, so she used both hands, pumping furiously, squeezing and releasing as he turned his finger slowly inside her, then turned it back. She felt it curl, pushing against her from the inside, and let out a half pained gasp. He was as hard as a rock now.
 

He let go of her, grabbed her hips, and pushed. She rolled off of him with a yelp, releasing him. He sat up, pitched forward, and pinned her to the ground by her shoulders, his cock bobbing under his belly as he stood over her on all fours. He put his hand on her collarbone, pressed her down, and slid his other hand around behind her, feeling for the catch on her bra. He found it and popped it free, and almost tore it off her, her breasts spilling free. With almost painful enthusiasm, he pinned her down with his body and sucked her tit into his mouth, squeezing her ribcage with his hands. Her back arched and she kicked her legs under him as she threw her arms around his neck. He moved his other hand to squeeze her free breast and began alternating between them, sucking hard while he squeezed the other. Her panties were soaked, hanging halfway off. She wriggled out of them, pushing them down with her hands, until her bare ass was on the carpet. Josh kicked out of his shorts and lifted up, resting his weight on her belly. She felt him brush against her thigh.
 

“Come on,” she said, “Fuck me!”
 

He leaned over her as he pushed the head of his cock against her slit. The heat of him against her made her quiver, and she bit her lip as he made the first furtive push inside, staring into her eyes as he gave his hips a little roll to thrust his way in. She whimpered and he gasped.
 

“Are you a virgin?”

She nodded. Then, she sat up, pressing against him, put her hands on his hips, and pushed. With a grunt he sank into her and she threw her arms around his neck and fell backwards, pulling him into her, and threw her legs around him.
 

“Come on, big brother,” she purred in his ear, “Do me right.”
 

That was all he needed. He pumped into her, making her groan. He stopped, a slack look of terror on his face, until she relaxed and touched his cheek, still clamping around his hips with her legs. Grunting like an animal, Josh punched into her, taking her forcefully. Every thrust sent a wave through her, from her sex to the tips of her fingers and toes, and she nearly went limp. Josh fell on top of her, cradling her head in his hands, and his lips met hers. The heat from his kiss surged through her body and met the heat from between her thighs and the sensations mingled, grew. She could feel him pulsing, feel the pressure building as he grunted and strained. She was so hot, she was afraid she would sink through the floor.
 

Her comfortable ecstasy reached a sudden peak, then rolled over it. The world contracted to a tiny point and then spread out. Her body clenched so hard under him that she thought she was going to scream, and when the release finally came, she did, her legs quivering under him. She rolled on a sea of sensation, and when she felt him tighten, thrust into her with all his might, and release, she rolled over another wave and moaned, dragging her fingernails down his back. He kept pumping until the well was dry and went limp, still inside her. He rolled over, pulling her with him, until he was lying on the floor and she on top of him.
 

She slid off of him, landing face down on the carpet, panting. He rested his hand on his belly and stared up at the ceiling.
 

“I just had sex with my sister,” he said he a flat monotone.
 

“Yeah,” she said, “She liked it, too.”
 

She almost fell asleep. He was very quiet. She stood up, standing over him naked. He looked at her with lidded eyes, with the loving indifference a man can show a woman’s naked body only after he’s been inside her. She folded her arms under her breasts, quite deliberately lifting and squeezing them together for his benefit. His cock had a mind of its own, pulsing up into a half-rigid curve.
 

“It’s too bad.”
 

He lifted his head from the floor. “What?”
 

“It’s too bad the disk you found doesn’t have your project on it.”
 

“What? Where is it? You got what you wanted! I need it!”
 

She grinned hungrily at him. “It’s yours, if you can catch me.”
 

She bolted. She held her breasts to keep them from bouncing as she darted down the stairs. She heard him grunt, stumble to his feet, and thump out of her room, running barefoot across the carpet. She looked around, considered her options, and looked up at him from the bottom of the stairs.