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Click hereAnd he was still fucking me.
"Nikugh..."
I said that. No, I excreted the sound. There was nothing 'saying' about it at all.
"Claire... ugh... I'm gonna..." His words sounded like they were underwater, or rather, like I was underwater and he wasn't. I was getting closer to the surface though.
And then I felt my whole body give a sudden jerk, much harder than the rapid and constant ones I had experienced so far. Another sensation came back to me. Fullness. I was full, completely. His dick was buried inside me and I could feel his skin against mine.
"Oh god..."
That time it actually sounded intelligible. Progress!
Twitching and pulsing. He was pulsing — inside me. A warm sensation spread through my innermost space. Slick wetness as he pulled out only a little bit and then pushed right back in. He was filling me up... and I was loving every second of it.
"Fuck...! Yes...!" I yelled, enough of my senses having come back to me.
My limbs were shaky and my muscles burned but at least they obeyed me when I pushed myself away from the pillow, drawing in a full, unobstructed and amazing breath of air. My vision was still cloudy but it was slowly coming back, the room coming into focus more for every second that passed.
I had heard about oxygen depraved orgasms before but I had no idea...
"Ughnikki-" I grunted when his entire body slumped down on top of me, pushing all the fresh and glorious air that I had just filled my lungs with right back out.
It was only for a moment though before he rolled to the side, taking my limp and shaky body with him, the white ceiling filling my view. He was still twitching inside me as we laid there, panting for breath. I could feel his body pulse under me in time with his chest rising. Sweat, sticky and clammy, covered our bodies.
It probably took a good minute before either one of us moved. He was first, his arms coming up to encircle me in an embrace. My muscles still burned when I moved one of my hands up to caress his head next to mine.
"That was..." I rasped out but was unable to finish, the need to breathe too great.
"Sorry," he mumbled, placing kisses on my shoulder and neck.
"No..." I said on an exhale. "It was... amazing..."
His arms felt so nice around me, so strong, so protecting, so different from before. I wanted to stay there forever.
"Let's... let's do it again..." I breathed.
Both our bodies rocked as he chuckled.
"Not yet," he said, planting more kisses on my sweaty skin. "I want to... stay like this... for a little bit."
I could only nod, my vision just about back to full clearness. It would be a pretty stupid idea, doing a repeat performance too soon.
A minute of silence passed.
"I love you Claire."
My lips broke out into a smile as my heart soared. It had been quiet, just above a whisper, but I had clearly heard him. Not the first time he had said it but it still made my stomach flip whenever he did.
"I love you too, Nikki," I replied.
"Please never realize you could do so much better than me," he said, his arms tightening around me.
"Not a chance," I said, running my fingers through his hair. "Not a chance..."
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I suppose one good thing about being fat is that your stomach is pretty comfortable as a pillow. Perfect place to rest ones head for some post coital relaxation, especially after the incredible sex I just had. Four more orgasms had he given me, all of them amazing but unable to live up to the initial one. I was well and truly spent.
"Do you still fuck her?" I asked, idly running my hands through his hair. It felt pretty good, the kisses he was trailing up and down my stomach. Especially when he decided to nip at my breasts.
He didn't immediately answer, busy with my right nipple. "Sometimes," he said, going right back to the tit. After yet another moment he added, "But only enough to keep her from suspecting anything."
"Hmm," I let out, turning my head to look at her.
She looked peaceful, sleeping without an issue in the world. Her hand rested right next to me and my eyes were drawn to her wrist. I could cut it. She wouldn't even know, wouldn't even react. It would be easy. Just a few snips and then it would just be a matter of time. It wouldn't even have to be a big cut. I could even make it look like a suicide. Jam a few sleeping pills down her throat, dump her in the bathtub, wipe away any potential fingerprints.
I could do it and it would be easy. It would solve quite a few issues.
"How is it?" I asked, picturing a razor sliding over that freckle speckled skin. "Fucking her, I mean."
He glanced up at me, nipple still in mouth, then laid down on top of me, his head resting against my stomach. "Like fucking a dead horse," he said. "Boring and not very arousing."
"She ever swallowed your cum?" I asked, my eyes finding those red lips of hers, slightly parted and emitting sounds of snoring. Not loud but still slightly annoying.
He shook his head against me. "No. She doesn't like sucking dick. Tried it once, long ago."
I let out a huff. Pretentious cunt. She had no idea what she had, emphasis on Had.
Reaching down between my legs, slipping past his chest, I pushed my fingers into my pussy. It was slick with cum and I groped as much of it up as I could. His eyes followed my hand as I moved it up to her mouth, pushing two fingers inside before smearing the rest over her lips.
"There," I said. "Just seems proper. She should at least have a taste of what she's missing out on."
"She's not a bad woman," he said, his black eyes peering into mine over my breasts. "Just not... for me. Anymore."
"I know she's not a bad woman," I said, playing with his hair. "She's nice and I like her. Hell, if she hadn't been your wife I probably would've loved her. She reminds me of my own mother."
That much was true. She deserved what we were doing to her just as much as Liam did. Didn't mean I intended to stop.
It was regrettable, our situation.
But as the saying goes, it is what it is.
"Hey," I said, remembering something. "Wanna hear something funny and kinda hot?"
"Sure," he said, resuming placing kisses on my stomach.
"You know Sam, my brother," I began. "Well yesterday morning when we were traveling home he and..."
I told him what had happened in the RV. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. Funny to see his reaction and feel his dick harden against my leg. To say that the sex we had afterwards was awkward would also be an understatement. Hot as fuck, yes, but weird.
Sure, it was kind of a turn on, calling him daddy while he fucked me. Hot enough to be a recurring theme for the rest of the weekend.
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Thank you for reading! I respond to all feedback if i can.
- COMMENTS
calibammaabout 5 years agoI absolutely hate stories where girlfriend fuck the boyfriend dad instead the boyfriend. And when did Lian fuck his Morher? This story start out with her tricking him to sleep and heading for his dad. WTH crazy. I actually skipped through the story trying to find where Liam did he mother
teddybearclubover 7 years agoThis is getting good! Claire and Nikki are both evil. We're loving all of it. The description of sex in this one really got us going. I hope both of can last through it all.
TBC
Sampkyangalmost 8 years agowhat a scum of the earth slut Claire is. hopefully evil will overcome her sorry ass...
Comentarista82almost 8 years ago..is evil and can't say I think much of Nikki either. The story itself captures the essence of their union, with the potential Earth-shattering consequences if they got caught--yet at the same time (for me) it takes something off it to see how controlling both want to be. Interesting idea contrasting her with her brother though.
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoFor some reason I missed the previous stories (I just first noticed the part you wrote today) and I always go back. The contrast between the two siblings is stark. I really enjoyed reading the sexual interactions of both stories but I really could not stomach the drugging. Putting in my two cents, I really want Nick and Claire to get their comeuppance somehow. Is it possible that you have TWO directions you could take this series? Note, I have not read the next parts so I might be jumping the gun, but if you were set on one direction, I would sincerely appreciate the effort of a "Nick and Claire get theirs" ending. No matter what, you are a fantastic and descriptive writer.
nikycalmost 8 years agoAuthor@Anonymous: I join the others, part 1 was good, arous...:
Thank you for your response! It's almost funny how much hate Claire get. I'm totally loving it. Totally understand your desire to be anonymous. If you want to talk about it in private though, feel free to hit me up.
@MunsonMan:
Thank you for the feedback! They're as different as i could make them while still remaining siblings.
@SWIM21:
Hi! Thank you so much for all that. I haven't done specific research for this story but i learned a lot researching topics for a previous tale. Without Conscience by Robert D. Hare is probably the biggest inspiration for Claire and the protagonist(antagonist?) in my other story posted here. It's nonfiction though and i can imagine it being pretty hard to get through if you don't have a particular interest in how the human mind works. I can't say i adhere to all 'rules' when it comes to traditional Psyche archetypes though.
Claire's fate is still very much up in the air. I had one planned for a while but a few different options have since come to mind. We'll see. She's definitely one of the more fun characters to write though.
I haven't read your recommendation but if i get some time over in the near future i'll definitely have a look.
@Anonymous: Loving it:
Thank you for your comment! I'm glad you liked part one. Claire is definitely not a very likable character. I knew this when i wrote her but the response so far suggests i underestimated just how much people would dislike her. Makes me even happier to be honest. Evoking feelings is what is all about, right? Good ones or bad ones is a little less important.
Thanks everyone. Kelly
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoThe first part was fantastic, it's been something I've been trying to find; a mother/son thing that is something more than just some flings or really short. You're building character between the two for the next part, which I was super happy about, since most end it at that kind of thing. The second part was really dislikable. Not in terms of writing, but just how Claire thinks and does. I hope she gets what she deserves in the next part, and hopefully some development with Ava and Sam. Keep up the great work!
SWIM21almost 8 years agoI wonder if you actually did research before you wrote this because you pretty much nailed the antisocial thought process. The egocentricism, the detachment and compartmentalization of emotions, the sudden explosive outbursts, homocidal fantasy, poor impulse control, lack of empathy; I could go on and on. There are, however, a few things that would necessarily assert themselves in order to complete the picture. For one, Claire would most likely utterly despise one or both of her parents, and resent her brother for being 'the good one' (even though she gives off the impression of innocence, Sam knows what she is and that threatens her with not just exposure, but being forced to face her own dysfunctional identity). From the way she interacts with Nicholas, it could be her father because she sees her mother's dissatisfaction with him and is disgusted by his inadequacy. On the other hand, it could be her mother because she detests the way she indulges her husband even though he seems useless. This second one is more probable, especially from the way Claire feels about being in control and getting what she wants. The only thing that really doesn't make sense is Claire feeling exhilarated by Nicholas saying he loves her, unless she is just filled with pride at being able to wrap the pathetic old bastard around her finger so completely.
I really wish there were some way to redeem Claire in the future in a way that makes sense, but I just can't see that happening when she is fantasizing about killing her boyfriend's sweet, innocent, disabled wife. My gut tells me that this story must necessarily end in some degree of tragedy. The most logical would be for Claire to eventually kill someone, possibly everyone, including herself, if she doesn't get her way. She just really gives off that kind of vibe. If you were to go that way, though, remember, just because Claire thinks she knows everything, that doesn't mean that she does. People with antisocial and narcissistic personality disorders have poor impulse control and don't think ahead far enough to imagine what the consequences of their actions will be. This is already evident in Claire falling in love (or what she confuses with love) with a married man and assuming she could so easily get away with killing Rose. When she eventually messes up and is forced to face reality, that is when her true depths of the ugliness of her soul would be revealed, and the way she sounds now, she doesn't seem like it would bother her very much at all if she were forced to eliminate anyone her stood in her way, her own family included.
P.S. - If you haven't read "My Other Mother" by Ameaner, you should. That story involves an entire family of dominant women with sociopathic tendencies and one young man trying to love his mother even though she scares the hell out of him.
MunsonManalmost 8 years agoCongratulations, that was very good character development-- a perfect anti-thesis to her brother, Sam. Claire is a perfectly amoral, evil bitch. I can't wait for these two to go at it head-to-head. Don't keep us hanging-- Part 3, please!
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoI join the others, part 1 was good, arousing, and even romantic. Part 2 was disgusting,
evil, and hard to stomach; I read to the end hoping that she would get her just due and he would have a stroke or something as bad. From your replies to others it may happen and I kook forward to it, 2* for the writing skill. I usually sign my remarks but won't for this one; don't want to be associated with the story or my response, maybe I am being cowardly but I'll live with it.
