The Step Deal - Season 3E2
Chris surprises Maxine with an admission.
Chapter 2
She didn’t hear her door open and close, but the dip in her bed as weight settled onto it stirred her awake. Maxine yawned widely before prying her eyes open to look up at the person in her room. She was suddenly wide awake, seeing Chris sitting there. Even in the dark she could tell that he was grinning at her and, fuck, he looked so sexy doing it!
“Hey,” he said softly. His voice made Maxine shiver.
“Hey,” she rasped out, still groggy from sleep. She lifted up on her elbows to look at him and to check the clock in the process. It was just after midnight. “Did you just get in?”
“Yup,” Chris nodded. She sensed some sort of hesitation in his posture. He’d rarely ever come into her room before, and now he was here late at night, as soon as he got home? “I really fucking missed you Max,” he sighed, as if he hated to admit this.
“You did?” Her heart rate sped up, pounding in her chest. No way was she awake. This had to be a dream!
“This was a bad idea,” he announced, standing up.
“No, no, don’t leave!” She called after him, trying not to be too loud. No doubt, her dad and stepmom were long since asleep.
Chris looked back at her with a hand combing through his hair. He seemed uneasy, which was unlike him. There’d always been an aura of confidence about him. He knew what to do, what to say. Now it felt like he was at a loss. He stepped closer again, crouching down beside her, leveling with her face to face.
“I came over cause I missed you in more ways than one,” he said to her, reaching a hand out to cup her face. Her cheek instinctively leaned into his touch, settling in his large, warm palm. “It felt strange not having talked to you in this many days. Plus, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you feel and taste.”
Maxine was certain now that it was all a dream. There was no way that this was happening and that Chris had actually shown up in her room, unexpectedly, and professed that he had missed her! And if this were a dream, she might as well make it go the way she wanted it.
Leaning forward, she kissed him. Deeply and decisively. And with her arms wrapped around his neck, she pulled him in, towards her, into her bed. Chris certainly didn’t protest, his arms wrapping around her in return and drawing her close. It felt so incredibly real! The heat from his body was palpable, and that hard-on in his jeans sure felt solid too.
Contrary to the frenzied, passionate connection that Maxine had imagined, they seemed to move in slow motion instead. Their lips shifted against each other slowly, and so did their tongues. He tasted minty, and she wondered whether he had chewed some gum in anticipation of kissing her. No, that wasn’t it. This was a dream, so it had to have been the taste of her own toothpaste she was sensing. His hand slid lightly down her side, tracing her curves while she stroked a thumb over the stubble on his face. The roughness of it felt so real!
He rolled her onto himself, then brushed her hair back behind her shoulders before anchoring his fingers in her locks. Pulling her head back, he kissed down her neck and her collarbone, making her tingle and shiver. She shifted in his grasp, feeling the ridge of his erection underneath her. Maxine’s hips swiveled, rearranging herself atop her stepbrother’s body to feel the hardness of him between her legs. He groaned against her neck while she ground down into him.
Maxine had never had a guy in her bed, and this felt scandalous and daring, even in the dream. Granted, Chris had been in her room before, but never for this reason. He’d stop in to drop off a basket of clean laundry that she’d left in the dryer, or ask to borrow a Sharpie for something or other. Never had she imagined an ulterior motive for his stopping in. Why would Chris possibly show up in her room this late at night, and end up kissing her?!
It felt like they were kissing for ages before he lifted up her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She reciprocated immediately, tugging up his t-shirt too and pulling it off for him. Feeling his fuzzy chest against her own made Maxine giggle. But giggles quickly turned to moans when he pinched and twisted one of her nipples.
“Do you like this?” He asked her, his lips a fraction of an inch away from hers. She nodded her reply. A feral growl emanated from him before Chris bent his head down to take her nipple in his mouth.
Maxine tried hard to keep her exclamations soft, to tamp down her enjoyment of everything that Chris did with his hands and mouth. Her lips ached from how tightly she pressed them together. She realized that she was gripping her sheets now, her fingers digging into them tightly. He overwhelmed her with sensations, but she didn’t want him to stop.
He pulled down her panties and shed his jeans, after pulling a condom out of his pocket. Maxine smiled at the fact that he came prepared. Chris leaned in close to whisper into her ear.
“Remember what I said that first day that you came to me, asking for this favor?”
Maxine shivered, remembering the conversation. Her face flushed as she replayed their exchange in her head. He wanted something in return for taking her virginity. He said the first time wasn’t going to be any good and to make up for it, he’d wanted to pound her hard. Two other times. Plus a blow job.
“I remember.”
“Get on your hands and knees, Maxine. I need to pound you so fucking bad.”
Without a second thought, she flipped over and assumed the position. She wasn’t going to argue about the fact that they’d already had sex more than twice and that the only thing she owed him now was a blow job. No, she wanted this. The need that ached between her legs only got stronger when she felt his fingers trace through her seam before he lined up his cock with her opening.
He slid in slowly, but after the first few thrusts, he gathered speed. He held onto her ass tightly while his groin slapped against it. The loudness of it made Maxine nervous about whether their parents would hear them. But those thoughts were smothered quickly as the intensity of Chris’s pounding overtook her. She felt him slamming into the top of her channel, and her body shuddered from the intensity of the sensations. Leaning her face down into her pillow, she tried to muffle her noises as she came.
He’d drilled her hard like this once before, but this time it felt even more intense. There was a shared need between them that fired up and burned brightly. What started with reluctance weeks ago had grown into a mutual desire. Chris seemed to want her just as much as she wanted him.
He leaned over her back and hooked an arm under her, pulling her upright. It changed the angle, hitting new spots inside her, and Maxine squealed, immediately feeling scared that she was too loud.
“Shh,” Chris hissed into her ear before moving a hand up over her mouth to keep her quiet. This too felt hot and sensual, being silenced this way! His wide, warm palm didn’t press hard, but its mere presence there sent new fireworks below. Fuck, this felt good!
Chris slammed in hard, his hand tightening on her face, and she could feel his body pulsing behind her. The thought of him coming sent a second orgasm through Maxine, causing her to whimper into Chris’s hand.
He bent over her to lay her back down onto her pillow before he pulled out. Chris kissed her neck and shoulder before he rolled off, lying down beside her. Both of their bodies heaved with deep breaths, and Maxine tried desperately to fight the complete exhaustion. If she fell asleep inside a dream, would that make her wake up in real life, she remembered thinking. And then she was out.
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