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  Liam felt Jenny tense, and then felt the culmination of her pleasure coming from deep inside her. The waves came to a crescendo around his cock, and her pussy was pulsating, pulling him deeper into her as she screamed out with her ultimate pleasure.

  Jenny's cunt was squeezing down on Liam's massive cock with a fury, and she writhed against him, lost in her own need to feel every inch of him penetrating deeper and deeper inside her.

  She looked imploringly at Liam, “More! Oh, more, more, more!”

  Liam obliged by slamming into her, his hips roughly pounding her pussy. Her tightness was overpowering his resolve to hold back on his own orgasm, and as she rocked her hips back and forth in unison to his every thrust, Liam shouted out with his own pleasure.

  “Oh, Jenny! Oh… God, Jenny… You. It’s you. You’re everything to me. Only you. Oh, God…”

  His primal groans as he thrust against her were the final sensations that sent Jenny over the waterfall and into the abyss of pleasure below.

  Liam’s cock was pulsating deep inside her cavern, her pussy contracting around his hard shaft, his glans shooting long ropes of sperm deep into her cunt, coating the walls with his warm semen.

  His hips couldn’t have stopped their primal rhythm for anything in the world as he drove himself home, burying himself deeply in her, thrusting as though there was nothing more in the world than his cock, her cunt, and their pleasure together.

  “Ohhhhhh!!!! Yes, yes, oh, yes…..”

  Jenny’s voice joined Liam’s as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, from the tips of her toes to the center of her being.

  Her body was on fire, impossible, and wonderful all at once. She ached for more, driven insatiable by her need for him, but she felt whole and satisfied in a way she had never been before in her life.

  Liam was still there, still inside her, and she felt his cock softening. He lay on her, and she lay under him, her hands in his thick and wavy dark hair. She stroked his hair, his forehead, his back gently, tenderly.

  It was easy to forget that she was lying on a desk in his office, that they still had so much to say to one another. But all she could do in that moment was succumb to her every desire.

  In that moment she could not have imagined any place she would rather be than under him, feeling him inside her, still part of her.

  He stirred slightly, and she gripped her legs a moment longer around his waist, willing herself to remember what it felt like to be joined to him so intimately.

  Through the windows of the office the afternoon sun was setting, and the long shafts of light alighted upon their joined figures. Jenny looked down at Liam’s muscular back, the long lines of his torso that tapered to his toned buttock and long legs. His head remained on her breast and he nuzzled her slightly, as if he too did not want to move from the moment, did not want to break the early morning spell that bound them together.

  “Liam…? Or Billy?… I— I don’t know what to call you—,” Jenny stifled a hysterical laugh.

  He groaned against her hair, holding her close.

  “Anything you want. You can call me anything you want.”

  “How about dad? How does that sound…?”

  He laughed. “That might be odd, since I’m your brother, and not your dad… wait…What…?” Liam pulled away from her so he could look her in the eyes.

  He searched for the answer he saw written on her face. She bit her lip and nodded, taking his hand in hers and brining it to her belly.

  “Are you sure…?” His voice held a note of awe.

  Again she nodded, and gave a hysterical, sobbing laugh. “Yes… oh yes…”

  The words were hardly out of her mouth before his lips were on her, claiming her, making her, branding her.

  “Mine. You are mine.”

  “Yes. Now. Forever. Always.”

  “Marry me.”

  “My love, yes. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  She laughed again. “Oh, God. What are people going to say? I’m marrying my stepbrother!?”

  “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” He grinned widely, and she was the one this time who reached up and kissed him.

  In that moment Jenny realized she would never be same again, and for the first time in her life, Jenny felt like she had come home.

  The End.

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  I don't know why this all has to fall to me. My stepmother's dead and Dad's a wreck. She was his entire world and my stepbrother, well he's off doing his own thing.

  My fingers trail along her shelf of bells. She had bells from all over the world, every state, every place she ever visited. I pick up a delicate glass one with doves and a small volcano pressed into the front. "Hawaii" it reads. A slight twist of my wrist and its delicate tinkle falls into the silence of the room.

  The life is gone from this house.

  As a stepmother, Meryl was all right. We weren't close but she wasn't 'evil' or 'wicked'. She made my dad happy and that was all I really wanted from her. After my biological mother left he was so depressed. I thought he'd never be happy again. Now that Meryl's gone he's a wreck again, buried at the bottom of a bottle and I don't expect him to come up for a while.

  Opening the hallway closet there's a box of pictures and scrapbooks on the bottom shelf. I'm supposed to be sorting her belongings but this looks more interesting. I grab the box and carry it to the dining room table. It's heavy, there must be a lot of books in here.

  The pages crackle as I open the first one expecting to see childhood memories. Instead it's filled with articles, carefully cut from papers and magazines and placed under laminate.

  Ben. Of course.

  Prince Benjamin Brandt Sets World Water Speed Record! The first headline reads.

  Prince of nothing. He's not really a prince, that's just what the media has dubbed him. We're Americans, I think there's a law against us even having a title. I shake my head as I turn the page trying not to look at the grainy black and white photograph of him holding a trophy.

  There are more photos of him at premieres with A-list actresses, club openings with socialites, he must be good to have so many beautiful women at his beck and call.

  Benjamin Brandt To Build New Rocket for Speedboat

  They go on and on. There's not a single photograph of childhood, just clippings of Ben's exploits. Knots tighten in my stomach as I turn each page, anger burning. It's always about him. Ben's so perfect. Ben can do no wrong.

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