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  “Please tell me you’ve gotten rid of her,” I said as we took the elevator up to the penthouse. “I could do without seeing her right now, or ever again for that matter.”

  “Don’t worry,” Jaxon replied. “She’s long gone.”

  I walked nervously into the apartment despite Jaxon’s insistence that Daisy had left and the cleaners had been in. I wouldn’t put it past her to booby trap the room or leave some nasty little surprise for us. Daisy had been many things, but she wasn’t stupid and if anyone had figured out the true nature of my relationship with Jaxon it would be her. She knew we might come up here together and could have plotted one final piece of revenge.

  “She might be a nasty piece of work, but she’s not a spy,” Jaxon said, when he saw me checking for a surprise under the bed. “You don’t need to worry about booby traps.”

  “You can never be too careful,” I replied. Once I’d satisfied myself that the room was safe, I picked up the menu and looked at the options available for room service. I was starving and the hotel had a ridiculously extravagant selection of food available specifically for the guest staying in the penthouse suite. The prices were equally extravagant mind you, but right now I’d have paid a week’s wages for a sandwich.

  “Order whatever you like,” Jaxon said. “My favorite is the chicken burger with Swiss cheese, bacon, and barbecue sauce, but I suspect you’re going to want to go for something healthier."

  “Screw that,” I replied, my mouth salivating at Jaxon’s description of the food. I picked up the phone and ordered two of the chicken burgers. “It’ll be half an hour,” I told Jaxon, repeating the bad news I’d received from the receptionist.

  “Yeah, they cook everything fresh to order. The food tastes phenomenal, but you do have to wait for it.”

  I groaned as my stomach rumbled. It was only one o’clock, but I hadn’t eaten a thing for six hours. “It’s going to be a long half an hour.”

  “In that case,” Jaxon said, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed, “I suggest we think of a way to pass the time.”

  I’d been so used to acting like a stepsister around him that I’d forgotten we were alone in a penthouse together. A penthouse with a huge four poster bed.

  The second his lips touched mine, my hunger for food turned into hunger for Jaxon. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and squeezed his firm flesh. There wasn’t a bit of fat on him and while he wasn’t huge and muscular, he was far from skinny either. I had to have him. He threw me down on the bed and pressed himself against me. That was all it took to get me dripping wet these days.

  Jaxon opened my blouse and began to undress me, but I wanted more of him this time. I wanted to taste him like he had tasted me. I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. In the end, I managed to squirm out from under his grasp and threw myself on top of him. I opened his pants and pulled them down his legs, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed as I did so.

  I dropped to my knees and freed his shaft from his boxers. I’d never looked at it this close up before. That was probably for the best. It was already six inches, but it kept growing as he stiffened in front of me and the girth was daunting. I’d known he was big when he first entered me, but hadn’t realized just how phenomenal this particular specimen was. If Jaxon ever gave up on soccer he’d make a great underwear model.

  I looked up into Jaxon’s eyes as I slowly stroked his cock. My thumb rubbed the bit of precum already glistening on the tip, as I licked my lips seductively. Jaxon had gone down on me a few times, but now it was my turn to repay the favor. If the reactions of past boyfriends were anything to go by, I would have him coming in minutes.

  “That’s such a beautiful sight,” Jaxon said. He reached down and squeezed my breasts, still in my bra, but I pushed his hand out of the way. He was about to complain, but then I lowered my head, opened wide, and slowly took his cock in my mouth.

  Jaxon gasped as my lips moved inch-by-inch down his shaft. I fit more than half of him in my mouth until my gag reflex kicked in and stopped me going further. It had been a while since I’d done this, so I needed to practice opening my throat up, especially for someone as big as Jaxon.

  I pressed my lips tightly against the shaft and sucked hard as I raised my head back up to the tip. My lips released with a loud pop, but I quickly clamped them back around his flesh and moved back down his length.

  I managed to take a little more in this time, and used my hand to stroke the base that my mouth couldn’t reach. I sucked hard, every now and then getting a little taste of his cum as it appeared on the tip of his cock. I wanted more. Each time my lips moved down his cock I took another half inch of him into my mouth until I made it nearly all the way to the bottom. I lifted my head up, sucking hard and gasping for breath when I released his cock. A long strand of saliva stretched from my lips to his tip.

  “Jesus, you’re good at this,” Jaxon moaned. I went back down on him as his fingers wove into my hair. He moved my head up and down on his cock in a slow and steady rhythm, while I kept sucking and slurping with all my energy.

  “I’m close,” he moaned, as he thrust his cock hard into my mouth. I waited for him to explode, but instead he pulled out and took hold of his member before shooting his load all over my chest.

  “Just when I thought you couldn’t look any better,” Jaxon said, admiring my chest covered with his essence. “You look pretty much perfect right now.”

  I smiled and put my lips back around his cock to suck the last few drops out. I don’t know if it was just my hunger talking, but damn, he tasted good. I considered scooping up his cum from my chest, but instead settled for wiping it off with one of the hotel’s expensive towels.

  Jaxon pulled me up onto the bed and managed to unzip my skirt and have it half way down my legs before I’d even landed on the bed.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he said smiling, as his head disappeared between my legs.

  I’d never had a woman fit so much of my cock into her mouth before. Jenny sucked like a pro. I nearly told her that, but for some reason women didn’t always like being compared to professional sex workers or porn stars. I’d found that out the hard way. I consider it a compliment, personally, but what do I know.

  I didn’t have the patience or willpower to tease Jenny today and, judging by how wet her panties were when I peeled them off, I didn’t really need to. My lips went straight to her pussy and I stuck my tongue deep inside her cunt. God, she tasted so sweet. Eating pussy was usually a means to an end, but with Jenny it was the end. I almost preferred this to the actual sex.

  The best part was how she squirmed and moaned under my touch. She couldn’t keep still. Every stroke of my tongue brought her more pleasure and she wasn’t afraid to make it known. Four years ago, the way I made her feel scared her, but now she couldn’t get enough of it.

  My tongue found her clit and pressed against it, while one finger slipped inside her sex and the other teased her asshole. Jenny grabbed the bed sheets as her legs wrapped around my back and held me firmly in position. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

  “Keep going,” Jenny moaned, as my finger rubbed the wall of her tunnel. I had no intention of stopping.

  My fingers pressed harder and my lips parted to take her bud inside my mouth. I sucked on it gently and noticed my cock hardening as I remembered how she had sucked greedily on my cock just minutes ago.

  Jenny came as quickly as I had. She yelled out “I’m coming,” but she needn’t have bothered; it was fairly obvious. The muscles in her thighs tightened and I felt her pussy contract around my finger before she exploded against my mouth. I had one hand pressed on her stomach and felt the muscles spasm out of control as she shook on the mattress.

  Gradually, her fingers loosened their grip on the bed sheets and I pulled away from her pussy. God, it was so fucking beautiful. Every bit of her looked perfect. I wanted to go back down there straight away, but she reached out and grabbed my arm to pull me up towards her.

>   I kissed her hard with my lips still glistening from her wetness as we both tried to catch our breath and recover. My cock was still creeping to attention, so I knew my recovery wouldn’t take long.

  “Already?” Jenny asked, eyes wide, as she felt my cock, still wet with her saliva, press against her thigh.

  “I’m amazed it took this long when I have someone as gorgeous as you in bed with me,” I replied, before nuzzling on her neck.

  I leaned over the side of the bed to grab my wallet from my pants and dug out a condom.

  “You don’t have to wear that,” Jenny said. “I’m on birth control and I don’t have any… you know...”

  “Neither do I,” I replied. My reputation as a player wasn’t unwarranted, but being a player didn’t mean I ignored the concept of safe sex.

  “Then put it down and fuck me,” Jenny commanded. “I want to feel you empty yourself inside me.”

  “Shit, you don’t need to tell me twice.” I threw the condom down on the floor and crawled back over to Jenny. My hands reached out to grab her legs, but she wriggled out of the way and then clambered on top of me, pushing me onto my back.

  Her thighs clamped down either side of me as she reached behind and took hold of my shaft in her soft, delicate hands and guided it towards her opening. It took a great deal of self control on my part not to come the second my cock felt her wetness.

  Jenny sat down slowly as I watched my cock disappear inside her. For a few moments she just sat there and stared at me as she got used to having me inside her again. Then she started rocking forward slowly, grinding her hips into mine and massaging her breasts. My hands clasped her thighs as I resisted the urge to dictate the pace and start fucking her. I wouldn’t last two minutes if I did that.

  As her breathing quickened, Jenny placed her hands on my chest and started moving her hips quicker, looking me in the eyes as her skin started glowing and sweat began to trickle down between her breasts.

  My hands reached up and squeezed her breasts, gently playing with the nipples while she began to moan in time with the movement of her hips. I could feel her heartbeat in her chest and knew she was close. I looked down at her sex and saw her essence dripping out and soaking my cock. The sensation was unreal. She was so wet; so tight. I didn’t know how much longer I could last.

  “Coming,” Jenny murmured. “I’m coming.” She dug her nails into my chest and I responded by pinching her nipples firmly as she froze and groaned loudly, her pussy pulsing against my hard cock.

  The second she’d come, I grabbed her ass and took control of the rocking of her hips. I came soon after, exploding inside her until I reluctantly pulled out and let her collapse down on top of me.

  Jenny lay on my sweaty chest as we both tried to catch our breath. I couldn’t quite believe that the sweet little Jenny I’d first met just over four years ago was now lying on top of me with a pussy full of my cum. Life was good, and I was determined to keep it that way.

  -*-

  We had only just got our breath back when a knock on the door signaled that room service had arrived. If we’d thought we were hungry before then it was nothing compared to how we felt now.

  I could have eaten both the chicken burgers, and I had a feeling Jenny wanted to do the same. We didn’t even stop to talk between mouthfuls until we’d both finished the burgers and were working on polishing off the fries.

  “We might as well hang out here for the summer,” I said. “I’ll buy a place eventually, but it’s easy enough to just stay here for the time being. You can have all the massages and spa treatments you could ever want.”

  “Dad and Carrie will get suspicious,” Jenny replied. “I still don’t want them to know what’s going on between us. Not yet.”

  “As far as they’re concerned you’re getting up and going to work as normal and no one’s going to care what I’m doing. I’ve been thinking though, why don’t we just go ahead and tell our parents? I don’t care what Mom thinks and I’d rather be honest with your dad.”

  “Dad will go ballistic,” I said. “I never told him about any of my college boyfriends, so he probably still thinks I’m a virgin. That’s not even taking into account the whole ‘you being my stepbrother’ thing.”

  “Give your dad more credit than that. He knows you changed at college. Hell, I spotted that the second I saw you back in Liverpool. And I think he’ll be okay with it; he actually quite likes me.”

  “Yeah, he likes you as a stepson. I don’t think he’d like… what we do together. And neither will my mom.”

  “I don’t know your mom, but I promise I will charm her as well. My dad will be fine with it I reckon. He’s a pretty relaxed guy when it comes down to it.”

  “You speak quite highly of him,” Jenny remarked.

  “He’s a cool guy,” I replied. “We’ve always been close. Quite frankly, I have no idea how he ended up with my mom, but he’s gotten rid of her now and I’m sure he’s a lot happier for it.”

  “Not that I’m complaining, but I’m surprised you didn’t live with him instead of your mom.”

  “Sure, but Mom acquired a new stepdaughter I was rather keen on so that made the decision a lot easier. Plus, Dad moves around a lot. I’d be fine with that now, but when they split up about six years ago that would have been harder.”

  Jenny’s situation was much the same from what she’d told me. She was close to both parents, but her mom wanted to move back home and that would have meant Jenny moving schools. Her parents had come to the amicable agreement that she was better off living with her dad.

  “Do you still see him a lot?” Jenny asked. “It must be tough for you, with him living in California while you lived in England all that time.”

  “I see him every few months,” I replied. “He traveled a lot for work and I had enough money for him to fly over whenever he had a few days off. And we talked a lot on the phone. I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

  “When is he coming over?” Jenny asked.

  “The day after tomorrow. Carrie has agreed to make herself scarce, so it will just be you and me, plus both our fathers. I’m actually quite looking forward to it.”

  “Good for you,” Jenny said. “I’m terrified. I’ve only ever met one partner’s parents and they clearly didn’t think I was good enough for their little prince.”

  I frowned. “I know I might be seeing things through rose tinted glasses, but how could they possibly not think you were good enough. You went to Harvard for Christ’s sake.”

  “Yes, but I wasn’t studying pre-med or engineering. My boyfriend was basically a genius, so his parents didn’t take too kindly to a liberal arts major. Trust me, it’s impossible to escape snobbery in this world; no matter how much you achieve there will always be someone who achieves more.”

  “I believe you. Well, you don’t need to worry about that here. My dad is going to love you. Then I just need to meet your Mom. What should I expect with her?”

  “Basically, she’s the polar opposite to your mom,” Jenny replied. “You know how Carrie is the hard working one out of our parents?” I nodded. Sheridan was constantly trying to get Carrie to work less and spend more time at home, but all she had done in response was work more. “Well my mom left my dad because he worked too hard. Mom believes that family should always come first. She saw Dad chasing more and more money and gave him an ultimatum; money or her.”

  “Ouch. He certainly went for a different type of woman with my mom then.”

  “Yep,” Jenny replied. “He thought that was what he wanted, but he’s slowed down a lot in the last few years. No offense to your mom, but I think he regrets his decision. Now he’s the one who wants to live a more chilled out life.”

  “Sounds like my mom and your mom should never be in the same room together,” I joked, before picking up the room service menu and looking at the desserts. “Fancy something else to eat?”

  Jenny picked out some ice cream and I put through the order. “One more thing,” I
said to the receptionist, “please send up some massage oils as well.”

  “Yes sir,” came the prompt reply.

  “Massage oils?” Jenny asked, raising her eyebrows. “Will they have them?”

  “This is the penthouse suite. If they don’t have them, they’ll send someone out to buy them. Now then, we have a bit of a wait until our food arrives. Whatever shall we do with that time?”

  No matter how much Jaxon tried to reassure me about meeting his father, I couldn’t help but be terrified at the prospect. It didn’t help that I was being introduced as Jaxon’s stepsister, which meant I had to tread a fine line between being nice and polite, while also laying the groundwork for a future switch to girlfriend status. It was the sort of problem I expected to see in advice columns, but despite the plethora of guidance on the Internet, there was little that seemed tailored to our situation. The information that was available always recommended abandoning the relationship. That was the last thing I was going to do.

  At least the impending arrival of Jaxon’s father took my mind off Jaxon’s illness. Either he was having no adverse reactions to the radiotherapy or he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. There were a few times when he arranged for me to have a spa session, which—while great for me—felt a lot like his way of getting some privacy. Still, so far so good, and I wasn’t about to complain.

  Jaxon’s father would arrive at the house about five, but Jaxon wanted some time alone with him before dinner so I agreed to make make myself scarce. Aaron had been desperate to meet up ever since the night I found him talking to Jaxon so I agreed to meet him for a drink.

  I’d been putting him off because I knew he would insist on apologizing constantly for what happened even though it wasn’t his fault. I’d have probably done the same thing in his position so I wasn’t about to have a go at him. That didn’t stop him apologizing the second we met at the bar.

  “You really don’t need to apologize,” I insisted. We were getting a few looks from strangers nearby who probably thought we were a couple making up after a fight.