“It’s great. I have a table reserved all the time, so we can swing in there and skip the lunch rush line.”
I nodded, and we drove on. My pulse pounded as we drove. Tyler had to shift, his hand tantalizing close to my bare leg, the hem of my skirt sitting mid-thigh. I found myself wanting him, wanting to reach over, put my hand on his crotch, wanting to kiss him as he drove. Usually when it came to men, when I wanted something I took it. Now, though, something was holding me back. Maybe it was because, technically, I was related to Tyler.
But not by blood. I told myself that as we drove. Not by blood.
Pan’s was named after the chef who had opened it. It was his nickname; everyone called him Pan because he looked twenty, even though he was past fifty. He never seemed to grow up, like Peter Pan.
The restaurant was fancy and beautiful, a big open space with a limited number of tables and chairs. We walked right in, past a small line at the door. The ma?tre d’ smiled at Tyler and shook his hand. “Mr. Harding,” the thin man said, bowing his head a bit. “This way please.”
He led us back into a small room off the main one. There were three tables there, each one with a small folded placard on it that read “reserved” in flowing script. The thin man swept the sign away and pulled our chairs out for us. We sat, and he left us with two menus.
“I tend to drink my lunch when I come here, so let’s have a bottle of wine.”
I laughed and nodded. I had never drunk wine during the middle of the day before, and it excited me. I was out with my boss; he was making the rules. He was handsome and funny, and he had an equally handsome and funny twin brother. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck his brother. He was related to me.
But not by blood.
Lunch was fantastic, and by the time we left two hours had passed and we were both a bit tipsy. Tyler swore he was all right to drive, and I let him. We cut through the city, back toward our place of work in his fancy and fast red sports car.
We pulled into the employee lot, drove down a few levels, and parked. No one was around.
“Thanks for lunch,” I said, turning to look at Tyler.
He reached over, his hand resting on my bare thigh.
“No hose today?”
“It’s hot.”
“You’re hot, especially in those stockings you're always wearing.”
“How do you know they’re stockings?” I asked.
“I peek,” my stepbrother said. His hand was still on my thigh.
“I’m not hot without the stockings?”
“No, you’re still pretty hot,” Tyler said. “You saw me fucking Carolyn.”
I nodded. His hand slid upward, toward the hem of my skirt. I felt my loins stir. I yearned for him to keep going, but he stopped just as his fingertips brushed against the material of my skirt.
“You're my sister,” Tyler said softly. He was looking at me.
“Stepsister,” I said, and I spread my legs slightly. He took the hint, his fingers disappearing under the hem of my skirt. They slid along the crotch of my panties, which was moist. I turned my head toward his, and he was there. I closed my eyes as our lips met. He tasted like the wine we had drunk. I parted my lips for his probing tongue, and it danced along with mine.
His fingers stayed on my crotch, rubbing up and down along my slit, on the outside of my wet panties. I spread my legs more. His fingers slid to the side as we kissed, hooking around the material of my black thong and pulling the crotch aside so his fingers could feel me. One slid into me, and then another.
My own hand went to play, sliding onto his lap where I could feel his hard cock bulging against the fly of his slacks. With a practiced hand, I undid his fly and pulled down his zipper. I reached in through the front of his boxer briefs and wrapped my delicate fingers around his angry cock. I pulled it free and began to jerk him off.
“Suck it,” my stepbrother moaned against my mouth, but I shook my head.
“Fuck me,” I said, and then I was moving, sliding over the gear shift, onto his lap. I faced Tyler, my knees resting on either side of his legs on the leather of the seat.
Tyler hiked my skirt up as I bent to kiss him again. His fingers curled under the sides of my thong and began tugging it down, but I knew it would be hard to get it down and off in the cramped car, so I pulled my full lips away from his and ran my hand through his hair as I spoke.
“Rip them off,” I said, and he did, eagerly. He tossed them aside, and I reached down and gripped his cock by the shaft and held it still as I lowered myself onto it. He was long and thick, and Tyler’s cock was one of the biggest I had ever had inside me. I moaned as I slid down over him and he filled me with his cock.