On a Mattress in Brooklyn

On a Mattress in Brooklyn On a Mattress in Brooklyn

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Alissa found herself nude on a mattress the following day with a man whose silhouette looks all too familiar..

Summary

Alissa found herself nude on a mattress the following day with a man whose silhouette looks all too familiar..

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Submitted: October 18, 2017

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Submitted: October 18, 2017

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Alissa stirred from her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. The grey light from outside peeked through the half covered window, which was partially obscured by the window blinds. Where was she? She looked around, noticing the familiar mattress on the wood floor she was now lying on, the work desk in the corner of the space and the empty Pinot Noir bottle and wine glasses on the floor. Alissa squinted as she saw her shirt, skirt and white silk bra and thong set by the foot of the mattress. What the-?  Alissa looked down and saw that she was inexplicably in the nude. There was slight soreness between her legs. Turning around, she saw a male figure, who was still asleep. He had short straight dark hair and the silhouette of his body looked very familiar.

As Alissa's sleep haze cleared, it brought with it clarity of mind and last night's recollection of events. She saw it all now, images of her and her former stepbrother talking, reconnecting in a bookstore, a few gin and tonics in a cozy place with slow music when evening came. Followed by French kissing below his apartment at midnight on the trunk of his parked car as his slightly rough hands went up the side of her thigh.

Alissa screamed. Internally.

As if the man beside her knew her telepathically, he stirred as if on cue and looked over at her dreamily. "Good morning beautiful," he crooned in a tone that could be passed off for a peaceful flow of river and velvet. "J-Jared," Alissa croaked. "Did we-?" Jared sat up straight immediately. Alissa realised he was naked as well, his boxers and the rest of his clothes were on his side of the floor. Alissa inhaled and exhaled, leveling her breath out to maintain a firm grasp of the situation. There was a pause between them. Jared rubbed his face, putting his palm on her shoulder lightly. "Well," he started tentatively, "Do you regret it?" His question made Alissa pause as she gathered her sentiments.

THIS. Was a very, very, bizzare and outlandish situation.

While they were close when their parents were married, she did not see her then-stepbrother that way although they got along well like a house on fire. They had not seen each other for five years after their parents divorced and moved apart from each other. Jared's father had taken them both to another city three hours away and Alissa had practically been globe-trotting with her mother before Alissa found her first job, which was in New York. That was when she flew the coop and decided to make New York her own home base some time later.

To Jared's own credit, he wasn't bad looking at all, nor of poor character. It was just the sudden dynamic shift of them going from former close step-siblings to not seeing him at all for the past five years, them being each other's one-night stand that startled Alissa. "Well.. I guess not."

A smile formed on Jared's lips. "Me neither," he said, moving close to kiss Alissa on her lips. Alissa wanted to move away but for some reason, she didn't. All this felt surreal. He smelled of mint and his lips tasted as good as chocolate. It was a rich kiss, although it was fluttery and only for a moment. Alissa opened her eyes, curious now. She kissed him back just to know how she felt. It was surprisingly.. pleasant. She was not repulsed, in fact she now realised, as his arms pulled her chest closer to his, his touch had a comforting value to it. "We are both sober now, aren't we?" she asked, her voice rattling like window panes. Jared's eyes warmly sparkled. "Yes, we are."

Jared ran a calloused hand over the side of Alissa's body, feeling every inch of her soft supple skin. The dip and curve of her golden globes. The way her back curved and heaved into her bottom. He had never truly seen his former stepsister in that way right until last night, although he had always considered her objectively hot. Alissa had a lean figure, which looked refreshing from the top model wannabes Jared had come across in their former high school. She had natural ash brown hair, which reached to her golden globes. They were round and full, although she was in no ways stacked. Her green eyes, as he gazed into them, still looked as intuitive and soul-searching as he remembered. It was like time had not passed at all and she still looked more or less the same as she did.

Meanwhile, he looked a little more scruffy now, with his slight stubble of a five o'clock shadow. His brown hair had grown out of his short cropped hair style after had busied himself in work and perfectionistic grooming was no longer a number one priority. Jared traced a palm down her bottom, cupping it with one hand and savouring the volume of it in his palm. With the other hand, he traced his fingers down her slit, circling them around her clit. He could feel her tense and exhale as he rubbed along it. Suddenly, he felt her supple fingers on his rod as she returned the favour, stroking it gently up and down. He gasped as her touch incited a natural response within him. He felt blood start to rush to his member. He climbed on top of her, making sure not to crush her by supporting most of his weight on his arms. After several minutes of rampant exploratory touches, blood rushing to various places in their bodies, Jared made his entrance. Alissa gasped at first, not expecting herself to feel so full.  Her muscles clenched around Jared before relaxing, and as Jared made a swirling motion inside her she felt herself warm up. She clutched at him with need. With Jared inside her, she felt like a part of her had lit up, illuminating her whole body. She caressed Jared's face. She noticed he looked somewhat older now, even though their age gap was less than three years. Jared's eyes bored intensely into her, as if requesting she let him in into her very soul. She cupped the back of his head to bring him down to kiss him again. Their tongues danced, a passionate harmony. She brought her lips close to his ear. "Go faster," she whispered, her voice now light and fluttery.

Jared eagerly conceded to her request, rocking himself back and forth inside of her, as he fondled Alissa's golden globes. Squeezing and flicking. Alissa moaned from the building pleasure. It won't be soon before long, she was sure of that. How Jared suddenly had this effect on her, she couldn't explain, but she was more than happy to receive what he had to give her, right now. She curled her toes as electricity flowed through the veins in her feet and brought her hips up and down to meet him as he thrusted. A cool tingly feeling traveled from her toes to her head. Hooking her left leg to Jared's waist, she flipped him over onto the mattress, knocking the wind out of Jared's lungs in the process.

He stared up at her now, wide-eyed like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car on a deserted road. Alissa smirked mischievously at him, reveling in the powerful sensation of having caught Jared unaware. She planted kisses on his neck, inhaling the scent of him in the process. Damn, he smelt so good. She could get used to this on a daily basis. She continued down, her hands following suit, caressing his abs. She rode him, gyrating herself in clockwise. She could feel him pulsate feverishly within her as his rod touched her front wall, which was her sensitive spot, close to her cervix. Now, moaning was no longer a solo activity. Jared had joined in, their voices harmonizing in the bare expense of Jared's bedroom. Perhaps to the credit of Alissa's imagination, Jared now felt even fuller inside her than when he first enterd her. Alissa fastened her speed, making the mattress shake. Suddenly,  Jared arched his back and gripped his former stepsister's thighs forcefully. His face contorted in pleasure and he cried out, which was aphrodisiac music to Alissa's ears. His hot liquids released generously into her, coating her inner walls. This new sensation was the last straw, as Alissa reached her climax as well, her inner muscles contracting and relaxing as she rode her own orgasm out.

They laid in bed together and cuddled as they recuperated from their highs. Alissa was the first to get up. As she put on her silk bra back on, Jared sat back, enjoying the show as he noticed his seed flowing down Alissa's upper thighs. He realised, he didn't want her to simply just go. He wanted her, in more ways than just the physical. He reached for her hand. "You don't need to feel like you need to leave," he stated, as Alissa pulled up her white silk thong. Alissa paused at his words. She considered her options. It was a Saturday today. She had no plans and nothing to do. Looking at Jared in a new light for the very first time, he looked and felt like home. Alissa smiled as she returned into Jared's waiting arms, where they simply cuddled, talked, watched movies and did more together for the rest of the afternoon. 


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