All characters and events in this story are completely fictional of my own creation. Any similarity to real events or people is purely coincidence. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. I am not a professional nor even an amateur writer. Please remember this when reading. Positive comments about storyline are welcome
I check my phone for the fifth time in about two minutes. I’m not one for being late to things and we were starting to cut it fine to make our reservation at seven.
“Bridget, are you nearly ready? We really need to get going!” I say to her, well say to the closed door.
“I’m just coming! And no that in that way!” She calls back and I just roll my eyes.
A few moments later she finally comes out. “Finally….” I can’t catch my jaw quick enough. To say she looks incredible was an understatement. Bridget wore a short hot pink bodycon dress with black criss cross strap heels and carried a small black clutch bag. Her nails matched the colour of her dress and her layered style hair sat just over her shoulders.
“Wow” I breath.
“You can pick up your jaw now.” She coyly smiles.
“Bridget you look…” She cuts me off.
“Amazing I know, we can go now.”
“I feel really under dressed now, you do look amazing.” It was true. She looks gorgeous and yes hot as fuck. I can’t help but look at her with lustful eyes.
“Don’t be silly, you look handsome and sharp!” She says as she walks over to me and fixes the top of my shirt and the collar a little. She gives me a soft kiss on the check, this time very close to the lips.
“Let’s go” she says as she cups her arm through mine and we head out. We get a cab with ease and make the reservation on time.
“Welcome welcome, ah Mr Holmes it is very good too see you sir.” A tall dark haired Italian guy greets us as we enter the restaurant, he shakes my hand. “I saw your reservation!”
“Yes, it should be for the two of us.” I tell him.
“Ah yes, party of two yes yes… I shall also let Mr Lawrence know you are here!” He smiles at me.
“No no there’s no need for that.” I try to say to him.
“Please this way.” He shows us the way to a very nice table with a view over the city. A bottle of champagne already sat in ice on the table.
“Please Miss” he says as he offers Bridget her seat.
“Thank you” she smiles as she sits and he helps guide her in.
“The chefs special tonight is a crusted rack of lamb and the catch of the day is Dover Sole, but may I recommend the Filet Mignon, it is exquisite!” He says as he does the chefs kiss.
“Thank you Anthony“ I say to him.
“Please allow me, compliments of management.” He says as he takes the bottle and pops it open, pouring us both a glass.
“May I also compliment you both on looking extridionary this evening. Amy shall be your host tonight, anything you need. Do not hesitate to ask.” I smile and shake hands with him again as he leaves.
“Jason holy shit, this place is unbelievable!” Bridget says as she admires the room.
“Mr Lawrence who owns it is a friend of the company I work for and is a really nice guy.” I tell Bridget. “He has always assured me of a table whenever I need it and he has not disappointed.”
“No he hasn’t, this place must cost a fortune!” She says as she takes a big gulp of bubbles before opening the menu. She silently studies it and I watch as her eyebrows grow closer together.
“There are no prices.” She says still confusion over her face.
“It’s a very exclusive restraunt and if you worry about the prices of things then you shouldn’t come here.” I tell her.
“What are you loaded or something?” She looks at me.
“I’m not flithy but I have made a good earnings for myself over the years. Don’t worry, this is my treat ok. Just order what you want and have a good time! Ok?” I say to her. It was the truth, I wasn’t a millionaire but I was comfortable.
“There’s no way I can let you do that!”
“It’s fine you can make breakfast again tomorrow!” I chuckle.
“Piss off, hardly the same!”
“Bridget” I say calmly as I reach across the table and look for her hand which she gives me. “Please just enjoy this for what it is! Please for me?” Her expression softens and she smiles and nods to me.
“Aww it’s so nice to see two people in love!” Mr Lawrence said as he appeared next to us. His large hand patting me on the shoulder.
“Ah Mr Lawrence didn’t mean to bother you, I told Anthony too leave it.” I said quickly pulling my hand away from Bridget.
“Nonsense my boy, you are always welcome here, it’s good to see you and with such beautiful company…” he says as he directs his attention too Bridget.
“My my you look outstanding…” he raises an eyebrow looking for Bridget to say her name as she takes her hand lowering himself.
“Bridget!” She replies with a warm smile as she allows him to take her hand which he pants a soft kiss on it.
“The pleasure is mine.” He says before turning back to me. “Where have you been hiding this incredible lady.”
“Shes my …”
“I’m his secret love” Bridget speaks over me. “He doesn’t like to show me off because I’m so beautiful, thinks all the men will be jealous.”
“And so they should be, you are one very lucky man!” He pats me on the back again. I just glare at Bridget who smiles coyly as she takes an other drink of champagne.
“Yeah I am” I grumble lowly.
“Please have a lovely meal and please don’t hesitate to ask for anything. Amy my love” he beckons over the host for our table. “Ensure that bottle is never empty!” He tells her with a stern but soft voice.
“Yes sir” she nods.
“No charge.” He adds.
“Mr Lawrence no….” I am cut off by his big hand. “I insist, don’t argue with me or I’ll throw you out.” He bellows with laughter and Bridget joins in. I do laugh but only because he could easily man handle me himself.
“Please enjoy” he nods to us and takes his leave.
“Can I get you anything?” Amy asks. “Some complimentary bread or any appitisers?”
“Bread would be lovely thanks” Bridget speaks and I nod in agreement.
“I’ve never been to a place like this in my life.”
“It’s something isn’t it.” I was annoyed that she didn’t let me say she was my sister but it’s not worth ruining the night over it.
“What you gonna have?” She asks as she studies the menu again.
“To be honest I normally just go for the chefs special and it’s never let me down.” I tell her, I’m not fussy in the slightest when it comes to food so I’m happy to eat anything.
“I do like the sound of the steak that Anthony recommended but the lamb sounds just as nice.” She says as she ponders her options.
“Well why don’t you get the steak and you can have some of mine?” I offer.
“You would do that?”
“What share food with my sister?” I laugh. “Of course.”
“You mean your secret lover” she says with a wry smile and can’t help but smile myself.
“Ok I’ll cheers to that!” I raise my glass and we clink together.
“Here is a basket of bread and also a ***********ion of our canapies, compliments of the chef.” Amy places a basket of bread on the table before one of her colleagues hands her a board of assorted little canapies.
“Oh wow” Bridget’s eyes open with delight.
“Are you ready to order?” Amy asks politely.
“I don’t know if I’ll have room” Bridget chuckles.
“Yes we are thank you Amy, she will have the Filet Mignon, chefs cook and I will have the rack of lamb, also checks cook, please and thanks.” I say to her.
“Of course sir and your bottle…” Amy takes the bottle from the bucket and sees its nearly empty, she pours the last of it into our glasses and states that she will be right back with a fresh one.
“Bridget slow down on the bubbles” I tell her.
“Why, it’s free!” She says as she stuffs one of the canapies in her mouth.
“Yeah and I’m not carrying you!”
“It’s fine Jason, I can hold my liquor.” She brushes me off.
I must admit it was one of the best meals and experiences I have ever had. It was such a lovely evening, Bridget and I were on top form. We ended up finishing three bottles and were onto the fourth by the time we were ready to leave. We passed on deserts but I gave full complements to the kitchen. I paid in full plus a very healthy tip since we did get freebies and to be fair the service was top class. We say goodbye to Anthony and Mr Lawrence on the way out and promise to be back soon.
“Let’s go get some cocktails!” Bridget says as she sways about slightly taking my arm to steady herself.
“Are you sure?” I ask. I’m not being boring or not trying to be but I feel pretty drunk. Even with all the food, the champagne has given me a great buzz.
“Yeah come just a few. You must know a nice place around here?” I did actually, it wasn’t a place that Fletcher, Kyler and I frequented as it was a lot more upmarket than just after work beers.
“There’s a place not far called ‘The Dragonfly’. It’s a fancy cocktail bar, should hopefully get in.” I tell her.
“Amazing let’s go.”
It doesn’t take long to get there and we manage to get in and get a small circle booth. We order some cocktails and enjoy our night. I couldn’t even tell you what we talked about but I know when we got a cab back to my apartment that we were both completly wasted. Not paralytic drunk but tomorrow was going to be rough.
We got back into my apartment and both plonked down onto the sofa.
“Jason thank you so much, I have had one of the best nights of my life. You are amazing, that was amazing!” Bridget says to me as she shakes her head side to side in that drunken way.
“Anything for you Bridget, I had an amazing time too.” I say back to her, my hand patting her on her bare upper thigh but my hand doesn’t move.
“You really are a special big bro, I’m so lucky to have you!” She says as she now turns her head to face me.
“Even though I give you shit all the time?” I now turn my head to her.
“You’re supposed to do that, you are protecting me aren’t you?”
“Wow yeah, that makes a lot of sense!” It was true it did. You do always fight and work for those you love.
“And I love you for that.” She says softly. Her body edging closer to mine. Not sure if on purpose or the weight of her body taking her.
“I love you too Bridget.”
Bridget leans over to kiss me on the cheek well I think she tries for the cheek but her lips land on mine. She pulls back just a little.
“Oops sorry” she slurrs.
“It’s ok…”
We both look at each other. She leans forward again and kisses me on the lips for longer and more tenderly this time. I don’t object, I don’t push her away, I don’t feel uncomfortable, I feel … I feel love and more….. lust.
She breaks the kiss and looks at me as almost for permission. I don’t say anything but lean towards her and kiss her back. This kiss is now more passionate and hungry. Our lips smack together as our intoxicated tongues eagerly search for each other.
It doesn’t compute in my brain at that moment that I’m making out with my step sister, infact my brain has shut down. Another organ is controlling me now and it’s rapidly hardening and eager for action.
We kiss more, our hands now finding each others bodies. God her skin is so soft. I trial my hands up and down her upper thighs. Bridget hand snakes into my shirt and across my chest.
It’s not long before Bridget pulls herself up onto me and straddles me. She groans instantly at the feeling of my cock pressing against my pants. She leans deeper into our kiss as she cups my face with each hand. My hands have now found her firm ass. God it feels amazing in my hands. It’s a proper handful and she’s loving the attention.
Bridget starts a slow humping motion, almost as if we were actually having sex. She grinds her crotch against my bulge and moans deeper into our kiss. Breaking the kiss for short breaths and to let out a low groan of pleasure.
There’s no reasoning in this state of mind. There’s no devil or angel on the shoulder to say or decide if this is right or wrong. Neither of us are holding back. Neither of us is going snap out of it. It’s like we are in a trance. Lust and desire driving us.
Bridget reaches her hand down between us and it finds my cock.
“Fuck” she gasps lowly.
I don’t make a move or want to make a move to stop her next actions. She expertly unzips my pants and frees my cock from its cage. It’s ragin and glad to be free. She gives it a few strokes with her hands.
I let it happen, I find myself eager and wanting it. Bridget lifts herself up and guides her brothers raging hard cock inside her pussy.
“Uuuhhhhhh” she lets out a long groan as she lowers herself onto me. I’m in fucking heaven. I honestly think I could cum right now. Her pussy is like a velvet treasure chest. That’s well lubricafed and just as eager for me as I am for her. She bottoms out on me and holds herself there. Enjoying and basking in the sensation of her brothers big cock filling her tight pussy.
I let her make any moves she wants. She’s in control and I’m all too happy to oblige.
“Fuck Jason” she whispers. “This is uuhhhh” she moans out. Bridget then slowly begins to slide up and down my cock. Her inner walls gripping every inch of me.
She starts off slow at first but it quickly turns into a frantic lustful bouncing. One hand hits my chest and holds firm as her other scrunches her hair up as she rides me to excatsy.
I grip her hips tightly as I savour every second of this. I genuinely don’t think my cock has ever felt this hard before in my life.
Bridget picks up a fluid motion as she slams down onto me. She kisses me deeply and sloppily. I return the kiss with equal passion.
It’s not long before her breathing becomes more laboured and her efforts pick up as she slams down harder onto me.
As she slams down hard one last time she breaks our kiss and lets out a moan from deep inside her as she comes hard on my cock. I feel her pussy walls contracting around my cock as her body shudders.
I simply hold onto her and wait as she rides it out.
“Oh my Jason, that was incredible!” She says with her eyes closed but she leans in and find my lips. We kiss deeply before she breaks back.
“Take me to bed!” She whispers.
I wordlessly get up and take her to my bedroom.
Even in her drunken state she manages to lift and pull her dress off with complete ease. Her bra and panties are quick to follow. I’m no slouch either as my clothes are quickly discarded onto the floor.
We embrace again as we kiss and make it onto the bed. Bridget falls back as I land with her. With our lips locked we scoot up the bed slightly. Almost naturally my cock finds her pussy again and I slide back in.
“Oh fuck Jason” she groans out as she breaks the kiss, her head laying back on the bed.
I support myself up on the bed as I start to thrust into her. It’s Not fast and frantic but slow and purposeful. Bridget’s hands find my back and clutch onto me.
“Ughh keep going, keeping fucking me” her nails dig in a little bit more as my thrusts become more forceful. In truth I was totally in autopilot, my mind had long since gave up and my body was just naturally reacting to the situation.
I keep fucking my sister for as long as I can before my body gives out. I groan loudly as I begin to cum. There was no conversation or anything about where to cum but Bridget did wrap her legs around me and held me in.
With a few final thrusts I was done. Possibly not completely aware who I was with at the time, I pull from her and roll over onto the bed.