Sexual Intercourse

Sexual Intercourse
Chapter 51
Olivia;

I felt his body tense. His expression shifted, but instead of answering, Damon lowered his head against my chest. The warmth of his breath brushed over the thin fabric of my tank top, right above my breasts, and a shiver ran through me before I could stop it.

"Can we not do this right now?" He pleaded.

He pulled me closer to him, then his mouth found my nipples through my top, kissing it sweetly. Heat rushed through me instantly, my chest heaving, but he began to kiss his way down and then raised the top up slowly, making my breath hitch and my heart race. The littlest things he does to me always have a maximum effects.

"Damon...we don't have time for this."

Before I knew it, he leaned down and pressed his lip directly above my panties.
My whole body shivered at the gesture, my thoughts turning to mush as all I could feel was him. I could feel my core clenching and my legs involuntarily parting.

"Take me to our daughter," he said, kissing me down there, before looking at me. "then let's get out of here. Out of this town. You don't need Marcus, baby."

"But...we've got everything planned and almost ready. He deserves to know..."

Damon pulled away from me so fast, his eyes darkening instantly. "He doesn't care about you, Peach. Forget about him. He's not worth it."

"But I can't just bail out like that. We need to talk. He needs to know..."

"Know what? Trust me love, the only thing Marcus cares about right now is the wedding, and getting his inheritance. Which is supposed to be mine by the way. And that was the exact reason he pushed up the wedding, just so he could get what he wants quickly. He doesn't deserve any more of your time, Peach. He doesn't."

"Can you just let me go talk to him first? I mean, what do we do? We can't just call off the wedding."

He was quiet for a while, just staring at me like he couldn't believe his ears. "Do you still want to marry him?"

"Damon..."

"Peach?"

"I want you. I've always wanted you, and you know that. I'm just trying to be rational." I confessed, letting out a deep breath.

"And I need you Peach. I want you to listen to what I have to say."

"Okay."

"First, I know he's my brother. And by now it's already obvious there's a huge rift between us. But I want you to know love, that it wasn't because of you. It was way before you. And everything I've ever told you is true."

"That day at the club...I saw you guys walk in. I was at the VIP lounge watching everything through the footage. Baby he did spike your drink. As at then, I thought he had a bit of affection towards you, but that night, I didn't think so anymore. You might not be able to remember, but that bastard of a brother was trying to take advantage of you in front of his friends. I got there in time to snatch one of them away from touching you. He had his hands all over you and Marcus sat there enjoying it all."

"I've been thinking about that night too." I muttered softly, feeling a chill running down my spine. The thought that Marcus could even attempt such on me was strange. Weird. I'd thought we had something. If anything, respect for each other.

"That wasn't okay at all, Peach. It was wrong. Do you know how mad that made me? How crazy that was? And you know what? It wasn't the first time he'd done something like that. You weren't the first. "

Now, I was legitimately confused. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I was so pissed when I realized what he was up to, and I know I might have been a bit...rough with you as well that night. Which I'm really sorry about. I kinda lost it when I saw you. But...few years ago, after my Dad and my mother separated and he brought in Wendy and her daughter. The next week, Marcus was at a clubhouse with Kimberly, doing the same fucking thing he almost did to you."

I frowned deeply, trying to piece together what he was saying, but unable to understand. "Do...what?"

"Drunk out of their minds, having open sex. Which i believe is a kink for him. Or them."

I felt a cold chill run through me. "Wait....you mean Marcus and Kim..."

Damon nodded, watching me carefully. My eyes widened. "They were having SEX!?"

"I didn't want you to hear this from me first, mainly because I was skeptical you would believe...."

"Wait, wait..." I moved away from him a bit, trying to process it. "Marcus and Kimberly. That's absurd, Damon. He was intimate with his stepsister!? Isn't that a taboo or something?"

"Clearly they weren't thinking about that when I walked in on them on her bed yesterday."

"What!!??" This time, I was sure the color had completely drained from my face. But how Damon managed to stay calm while saying this is what I couldn't fathom.

"I have a short recording on my phone. Just in case you need to see for yourself..."

"Ohmygod I can't...." I forced myself to stand, suddenly feeling like I was out of my mind.

Damon followed, standing beside me. A sickening feeling crawled up my throat, I could feel my lungs closing up. I could feel my sight blurring.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked, holding my arm gently.

"I can't....I can't believe I was with him and...and he was fucking his stepsister all these while? God I feel so sick."

My knees weakened, a dizzying feeling creeping up on me, but Damon was quick to hold me to his chest.

Marcus and I had been intimate, not once. And the mere thought of having being intimate with him while he had been inside his own stepsister made me sick to my stomach. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

"Don't think too much about it," Damon said soothingly, patting the side of head gently. "He's not worth it"

I wanted to ask him to show me the recording, but I knew there was no need. I didn't need to see that to believe. Infact, it also started to make sense now.

Marcus had always doted on Kimberly, even way before I met her. He speaks about her almost all the time. According to him, she'd been away for so long and I could remember how elated he was when she said she'd be coming for our engagement party.

I remembered the first night. He'd slept in her room too. He was so protective of her...

"Wow." I muttered breathlessly. "That's really crazy."

"Yeah. And I don't want you thinking about it."

I shook my head, my mouth parting to say something in response, but it was swallowed by a sudden kiss from Damon.

He sucked slowly on my lower lip, angling my head so he could take what he wanted.

The kiss turned desperate in seconds. Faster. His hands roaming over my body as Damon kissed me harder.

And I kissed him back just as hard. If anything, to forget I ever heard that disturbing information.

When he pulled away, his breath came out in harsh gasps. His hands found my already wet core through my panties, palming it. Then he pushed his fingers through the seams, slid down my clit until he inserted a finger inside me.

I shuddered in sudden pleasure, my back arching, mouth parted in a silent moan.

When I felt another finger push inside me, I cried out, my knees almost giving out.

"Do you want me to fuck him out of your head?" Damon whispered.

I nodded without hesitation. "Yes, please."