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pleasure he was giving me, to just wail like all of his other lovers, chasing my own orgasm, but I knew if I was to have what I really wanted, I had to keep just a bit of my self-control. Instead, I turned all of my mind that I could to pleasuring Sebastian, my stepbrother.
    Squeezing myself tight around his cock, I started pushing back, meeting each of his thrusts with my own, adding to his pleasure. My ass ached with each slap of his hips against me, but I didn't care, the soft grunts from him more than wiping away the light pain.
    "Fuck me, fuck me, Sebastian," I grunted, surprised the words slipped out of my mouth. He’d been right. Maybe I could bend other men to my will, but to Sebastian, I was his , to be slut or princess at his discretion.
    My body was tired, my insides burning with the ache of his massive cock filling me over and over, and I could feel my orgasm rushing quickly upon me. I couldn't hold it back anymore, regardless of how much I tried. With a scream, I clamped down as hard as I could, the orgasm tearing through me harder than I had ever came before. No man had ever made me come so hard, even toys or my own hand paled in comparison.
    Suddenly, I felt the reward I had been yearning for. Sebastian's breathing became frantic grunts, and with a final spastic thrust, he slammed into me, my hip-bones groaning in protest as they were pushed into the edge of the bed again. He cried out, a sound I had never heard him utter before in all the years I had heard him fucking in his room. The feeling and the knowledge caused my dwindling orgasm to flare again, my tired throat crying out softly from the knowledge that I’d made him explode.
    He sagged back, his butt hitting a dressing table on the far side away from the bed, leaving me lying there on the edge, my fingers giving me at least a little bit of grip to avoid tumbling to the floor. I felt the bedspread start to let go of its tuck, but before I could fall, Sebastian picked me up, helping me fully onto the bed before ripping the condom off and throwing it in the wastebasket.
    "You definitely get a second time," he breathed, causing me to smile. “Maybe a third. Hell, if you can keep that up, we might just make this an exclusive partnering."

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    A fter that first time , Sebastian and I fucked almost every night for the past five weeks. Sometimes it was hard and nasty — true fucking — and sometimes it was tender and sweet, making love even. Getting through his mask, I’d found a remarkable depth to Sebastian's personality that I'd never seen before.
    We used protection most of the time, but a few times we didn’t. It just felt so much better. He’d always pull out — it was stupid, I know — but it felt so much better that way, and I’d been lost in lust a couple times. When my first period passed without anything happening, I chalked it up to stress and hormones. I wasn’t always consistent with my cycles, and I was getting a hormonal charge that I hadn't had since the beginnings of puberty. But when I missed my second period, I knew. Going down to the pharmacy, I bought two kits, just to be sure. I mean, I couldn’t exactly go to Mom or Donald or the doctor about it without being pretty sure.
    And what would Sebastian say? Would he be happy? I just couldn’t imagine him wanting the responsibility of a child.
    I was so scared, I couldn't even work up the pee the first time. So I downed a liter of water, and I began to feel the urge in my bladder, and I anxiously twirled the kit around in my hands. The back says if it turns blue, I'm pregnant.
    And even though I knew it’d cause a shit storm, I was hoping for blue.

Chapter 4
    T he buzzing of the alarm under my pillow woke me up just like it had every other morning for the past few weeks, right at five-thirty in the morning. The morning staff comes in at six, and I didn't want to take any chances that Sebastian and I would be discovered. Slipping out of his arms, I picked up the pajamas that