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and worked my hard nipples.

“Your ass is fucking perfect,” he said, slapping it hard.

I gasped. “Do that again,” I said.

He smacked my ass harder. “I know you liked that.”

I moaned as his fingers found my clit, his cock still thrusting deep. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning loudly. I knew there could be people nearby, knew that we weren’t more than forty-five minutes from the house, but I wasn’t in control of myself anymore.

Reid was in control of me. There was only him and his strong body, working mine. I looked back over my shoulder at his mouth hanging open, his hands working my clit as he thrust into me.

His hand slapped my ass again and I gasped as his fingers slipped back onto my clit. It was too much, the pleasure rolling through my body in waves, and Reid, his strong hands, his perfect cock pushing deep inside me. I began to moan and my body tensed as the orgasm built and rolled through my chest.

I pressed my face against the bark of the tree, my mouth hanging open.

“Are you coming for me?” Reid grunted.

“Fuck. Yes, keep going.”

I heard him moan as he continued to work my spot, pressing harder and faster, deep into my core. I wanted more and more and for it never to end when suddenly I felt my orgasm explode through me.

Every muscle seemed to tense and then relax over and over as it rolled through me in waves of blinding pleasure. The outside air felt cool and perfect on my skin as I bucked my hips back against Reid, working his thick cock inside my pussy as I came. The world locked into place and there was nothing else I wanted or needed.

And just as I started, it began to fade. I felt Reid stiffen behind me, grabbing my tits hard and thrusting deep. He grunted, moaning loudly, and I moaned in response, working my hips, helping him to come.

Slowly we came down together. We lay down on the forest floor, our sweating bodies intertwined. I looked up at the sky through the trees and listened to his breath and his heart beat.

“Shit, Becca,” he said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.”

“Me neither,” I said, giggling.

I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to stay there for as long as we possibly could.

But eventually, I knew we’d have to go home. Back to our parents. Our married parents.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” I said softly.

“Okay.”

And for the next hour, I wasn’t his stepsister.

I was just his.

Chapter Twelve: Reid

As mud sucked at my boots and sweat rolled down my back, I couldn’t stop thinking about Becca.

Her ass under my hands, her hips against my skin, her lips and tits and every muscle of her mine. I kept replaying the face she made as I pressed my cock inside her for the first time. It was pure pleasure mixed with slight pain and all of it wanting more and more. She bucked her hips back against me like my dick was the last thing in the world and she needed every inch.

I had been thinking about fucking Becca, just like that, for as long as I could remember. Ever since seeing her for the first time, since seeing her innocent face in the hallways at school. It only got worse once we became stepsiblings.

And now that I had her, it was like crack. Like the pills I hoofed back over the border. She was lodged there deep in my thalamus, in the instinctual part of my brain. There was no cutting that out. There was no getting around it.

Afterward, we lay there on the ground under the tree with our initials carved into it and breathed each other and the forest. I wanted to tell her everything, to tell her all about the smuggling and the cancer and the money, and especially about how badly I wanted and needed her, but I couldn’t find the words. They just wouldn’t come. I didn’t want to spoil the moment, the perfect peace of a post-orgasm moment.

As I crashed through the underbrush, the sound of the river up ahead filling the forest, I knew that the conversation about my smuggling was coming sooner rather than later. I couldn’t hide it from her for much longer, not at the rate I was smuggling. She was already asking questions about it, thanks to that annoying pill head Lindsey.

But I had more pressing things to worry about