Her Protector (closed)

Allie slept peacefully for the better part of an hour. When her dreams turned to nightmares, she grew restless. Tossing and turning in Josh’s arms, she whimpered in fear, struggling to get away from her demons. It was a fight, an intense struggle, and soon she was sitting upright in the bed, struggling to gain the breath that was running away from her.

Her bright eyes searched around the room before she focused down on a very concerned Josh. It took a long moment before she slowly started to lay back down beside him, tears of embarrassment filling her eyes and trickling down her cheeks.
 
"What is it? What is it, baby?"

Allie looked terrified and her lustrous eyes shone with tears. She had been thrashing and flailing in her sleep. Josh placed a reassuring hand on her silky smooth forehead.

"Shh. Shh. I'm here. I'm always here."
 
“Dad’s not here, is he?” She murmured to Josh as she felt his hand press against her forehead, soothing away her fears. “Where is he?”

She trembled as she listened to his soothing voice and she sucked in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. She closed her eyes and centered herself, reminding herself that she wasn’t at home and he could never hurt her again.

“Oh God, Josh, he was so scary last night.” She confessed to him, her hands reaching up to cover her face from his view. “He took my phone and my laptop and smashed them, calling me all sorts of vile names before he turned on Mom. I’d never seen a fight so bad.”
 
"No... no," Josh said reassuringly, stroking Allie's silky hair as though as he was soothing a frightened little animal. "He's not here. He'll never be allowed in here."

His eyes went cold with fury as Allie went on but he never let that affect the gentle, soft rhythm of his caresses. He would visit Dad later. He would make sure he paid for the damage he'd done to Allie's property, even if he'd never be able to make him pay for the hurt he'd caused her.

But instead of saying anything, he bent down and planted a little kiss on his stepsister's forehead.

"You're always safe around me."

He scooped up the duvet at his chest and held it up for her to crawl under. They used to call this the Cave -when their parents fought, Allie used to slip into his bed to hide under the covers.
 
Allie had never felt more like a little girl as she did when Josh scooped up the blanket for her to hide from her demons. After what they had just done together, she didn’t want to feel that way any longer. She stared at her concerned step-brother and shook her head slightly.

“Make love to me again, Josh. Take those bad thoughts away.” She said softly, a blush heating her cheeks as she begged him for the beautiful feelings and emotions that he had brought up in her earlier that evening.
 
Josh looked at his stepsister with new eyes. She was blushing, a sweetly erotic shade of red on her cheeks, but she was still sitting before him fully nude, looking him in the eye asking him to take her as a woman. It was the most arousing sight he'd ever seen.

"Yes..." he said, letting his mouth taste the word, hissing it. His hand went to her cheek, cupped it, caressed it. He touched a lock of her hair. He was fighting his urge to just take her by the shoulders, take her as wildly and fiercely as he had been gentle and tender before.
 
Allie sighed softly as his hand went to her cheek, caressing it gently as he slowly started to seduce her like she’d asked. She closed her eyes as he touched a lock of her hair, brushing it from her face. He was so tender, so caring, but she could see in his eyes that he wanted something more.

“Josh…don’t be afraid of breaking me. Do what you want.” She whispered, reaching up to touch his hand as it cupped her cheek again. “I’m your girl. I promise you won’t scare me.”
 
Allie's words sent a conflagration roaring through Josh's body. He could not believe how much he desired her. He held her gaze, an intense fire blazing in his eyes. Then he clamped his hand on the back of her head and pulled her to him, kissing her lips with bruising force and intensity.

His free hand went to her gorgeous firm breasts and began twirling the hard nipples between thumb and forefinger, nipping at them, muffling sharp cries of desire with his kiss.
 
Allie gasped as Josh clamped his hand on the back of her head, pulling her against him roughly as he kissed her with such force. She moaned against his lips, her fingers curling against the muscles of his arms, holding on for dear life. The sensation that he had brought up in her made her shiver, her very core shaken.

When his free hand went to her breasts, squeezing and twirling her nipples between his fingers, she cried out loudly, the sound muffled as he kissed her with a growing passion. Whimpering and moaning, she felt the moisture growing between her thighs, her pussy ready for his hard cock.
 
Allie was frantically kissing him back, clinging on to him and moaning her satisfaction into his mouth. Josh felt lust rising up in him like a tidal wave, dashing away restraint and self-control. He loved his stepsister, worshipped her -and now he wanted to fuck her so hard that her voice would go hoarse from screaming his name, that her legs would buckle and give underneath her.

He broke their kiss. Allie was panting, moaning and mumbling half-formed endermeants into his chest, her eyes wide. Josh took a moment to take in her ravishingly sexy naked form, from her perfectly formed, pert and firm breasts to the mouthwatering, innocent beauty of her face.

"Fuck... fuck," he said, reverently.

He grabbed her by her slender hips and spun her around, bringing her down on all fours so that her incredible, toned ass was raised enticingly in the air, her glistening pink pussy underneath speaking to her own arousal. Then he held her immovably in place as he rammed forward, his enormous cock slamming into the tight, sweetly moist depths of her pussy.
 
When their kiss broke, Allie panted as she looked up into his eyes. She shivered, moaning softly as he cradled her against his chest. Josh was so amazing, handsome and kind…she was having trouble believing that she was actually his. She had wanted that moment so badly in her life…and there it was, ready for her to take it.

When he grabbed her hips, spinning her around, she yelped at the action. Her fingers curled into the soft bedding as she was planted on all fours. Glancing over her shoulder at her strong step-brother, she moaned softly as she caught him staring at her pussy with increasing arousal.

“Oh God!” She cried out as he held her hips in place and rammed his cock home, stretching her around his hard shaft in a way that made her entire body tremble.

“Josh…oh…please…” She was mumbling, her head tossed back in pleasure as he took her in short, sure strokes, awakening her senses until every nerve came alive.
 
"Oh."

Josh let out a short, sharp groan as he plunged himself to the balls into his stepsister. Her pussy molded itself to him -it was warm and moist and soft and tight and seemed to be almost sucking his seed from him, lubricating his huge cock with her slick, honeyed juices. The slap and squelch of the fucking she was recieving mingled with her passionate, heartfelt moans, the cute little whimpers and gasps for air that each successive impact seemed to force out of her. She threw her head back and cried out out her unabashed pleasure.

Josh had never had a girl who'd called forth such animalistic passion from him, who was so thrillingly responsive to his every move in bed, so full of sweet, mischevious energy, so innocently eager for every new sensation. 'His girl' she had called herself and Josh realised she was and always been the only girl for him.

He placed quick kisses on her slender, arching back and on the back of her head, then seized her hips again and rammed her with short, intense strokes, working up a fine sheen of sweat all over his muscled body.
 
“Ohhhh!” Allie cried out, moaning like an animal in heat as Josh sawed his hard cock in and out of her newly awakened body.

She mewed and shivered, groaning with each punishing slap of his hips against her bottom. She arched her back, panting as a thin sheen of sweat coated her body. He was mastering her body, showing her that he cared with each thrust and stroke. She was in absolute heaven.

He pressed kisses to her back, along the nape of her neck and the back of her head. When his fingers gripped her hips firmly, Allie groaned with the intense strokes that he took, ramming home in a fast pace.

“Fuck, Josh!” She clenched her thighs tightly together as her orgasm rushed over her suddenly, stars bursting behind her eyes as her stepbrother made her cum like no one had before.
 
Josh groaned as Allie's tight, moist pussy suddenly clenched around him, pressing in on every ridge and contour of his huge shaft. She cried out her ecstasy, rearing up and pressing herself back on to him, the bed creaking underneath them.

Josh thrust as hard as he could into Allie's willing, receptive body before exploding into her, flooding her wet depths with the hot, sticky fluid, filling her up until their mixed juices dribbled down her slender leg.

"Oh... my god," he said softly.
 
Allie gasped as Josh thrust hard into her body, exploding and coating her with his sticky, hot seed. She moaned, whimpering as she felt it squirt from her pussy, trickling down her leg as his hands gripped her hips tightly.

She panted, her forehead coated in sweat as she basked in the afterglow of their love making. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a little smile of love.

“That was amazing, Josh.” She whispered, her cheeks glowing red under his gaze.
 
Allie was flushed and panting -happy, exhausted satiation showing plain on her face as she looked back him over her shoulder, still on all fours and presenting him with a magnificent sight. Josh could only nod wordlessly, tenderly brushing a lock of rich brown hair away from her beautiful face.

He had known and loved Allie all of his life but he felt as though he were only now coming to know her. His charming, shy, kittenish little stepsister was unbelievable in bed -unihibited, loving, supremely supple and with an extraordinary appetite and stamina. It was though her lithe body was made for fucking... and she was living with him now. Their life could one long, unending haze of lust and pleasure.

Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and his slick cock slapped against his thigh. A troubling thought came to him. Allie was here to attend college. Would his presence prevent her from taking full advantage of everything it had to offer? Would he come between her and making new friends -friends that she desperately needed, after her different upbringing? For that matter, Josh thought, his eyes darkening, what if she wanted a boyfriend? A normal boyfriend, a boyfriend without their strange, intertwined history.

His face troubled, Josh moved away.

"I'm just going to shower," he told her, tenderly but with a hint of the trouble he was feeling in his voice. He moved away to the bathroom.
 
Allie had never known joy like she felt when she was in Josh’s arms. It was probably one of the best things in the world as he knelt panting behind her, his cock softening in the depths of her body as they both basked in the afterglow of an unbelievable session of fucking. Most importantly, Allie felt herself falling in love with her strong step-brother. She could see a life with him, one with happiness and children, shared success and a lot of love. She wanted that above anything else in her life.

Allie let out a little moan as he pulled from her body. She shivered, as goosebumps rose on her flesh, her head turning to look at Josh over her shoulder. The look on his face wasn’t one that she wanted to see. He looked like he regretted what he’d just done, that he was having second thoughts about what they had both shared.

Allie wanted to say something, to ask him what was going on when he moved away from her, telling her that he was going to shower before exiting into the bathroom. Slowly turning on the mattress, Allie sat on the sheets and stared after him for a long moment. What in the world was happening?

She felt a tightness spread through her chest, threatening to break over her body and make her panic. She hated the feeling and knew it well. It was the same one that she got when bad things were about to happen at him.

Reaching down beside the bed, she grabbed Josh’s t-shirt and pulled it over her head, covering her naked curves as she stood from the bed to head into the kitchen. She wanted to cook, to do anything she could to take her mind off the look that Josh had given her before he left her alone in the bedroom.
 
Josh stood in the shower, letting ice-cold water sluice down over his bowed head, broad shoulders and the lean, powerful lines of his body. The shock to the system was a welcome distraction -from the forlorn, desolate look on Allie's face, from the mouthwatering sight of her glorious, naked form, from the memory of the incredible feeling of his cock buried deep in his nubile, panting stepsister.

He'd taken advantage. Hadn't he? She'd been frightened and vulnerable both times and instead of protecting her and looking after her, like a real big brother would, he'd exploited her, used her to satisfy his own craving. He was in love with her -he had been for a long time, he realised, but was she really in love with him. Wasn't he as bad as his father?

That thought brought to mind his earlier resolution. Yes. He'd go pay the parents a visit. He wouldn't bring it up with Allie. Nor would he bring up the passionate, hours-long interlude they'd had. It would be like it never happened. And that was partly because he knew if he did bring it up, it would not be long before it happened again. Allie was irresistible, the perfect girl.

He emerged from the shower, his dark hair slick with water, a towel wrapped around his flat, toned torso.

"Smells good," Josh said, trying to act as normal, brotherly. Which was not easy when he saw Allie bending over the oven. She was wearing only his T-shirt and it rode up over her bare, perfectly rounded ass.
 
Allie was just pulling the lasagna that she’d worked on earlier out of the oven, turning towards Josh as he made his presence known. He watched her with a complicated expression, one that was a touch of a lover with the warmth of a brother. It made her feel…strange really.

She loved Josh. More then any other man she’d ever known in her life. She had no regrets over what they’d done that evening, but she found it hard to talk to him about it. With a small sigh, she placed the lasagna on the table and went to pour them both a glass of sweet tea.

“Josh…can we talk?” Allie asked, her heart hammering in her chest as she took a seat at the table, her plate empty and her glass sitting untouched as she watched him help himself to the meal.

“Josh…I love you. Not like a sister should love her brother, but like a woman loves a man.” She was trembling, her slender limbs shaking in fear. “And…I mean, I understand if you don’t love me the same way…but…” She couldn’t continue that thought. It was a fate worse than death.
 
Josh had never known Allie look at him that way. There was fear in her imploring doe-eyed gaze, and he'd hoped that she would never be afraid around him. Her hesitant, stammering words tore at his heart, turned the delicious lasagne in his mouth to ashes.

He laid his fork down and looked at her.

"I do love you, Allie. As a woman, as the most amazing and beautiful woman I've met. You're incredible. But..."

He took a deep breath. He had to force himself to get through the next words.

"But you're young. You're going to college. You're going to get so many amazing opportunities and meet so many new people. If I'm in the picture that just... messes everything up. I never, ever want to stand in your way. I never want to stop from getting everything you deserve."
 
Allie felt like her entire world narrowed in the moment that Josh told her that he didn’t want to mess anything up in her life. He wanted her to experience what there was out there now that she was out of their parents’ home. Allie had never felt like crying more in her life then she did in that moment.

“I…guess I understand.” She said softly, her entire body visibly deflating as she let Josh’s words sink in. He didn’t think he was good enough and he was backing away from what could have been between them. That made her heart ache intensely.

“I think I’m going to go to bed.” She said once she’d gathered her thoughts. “When you’re done just stick the lasagna in the fridge. It’ll still be good for your lunch tomorrow.”

She didn’t even say goodnight nor did she touch the food on her plate. She stood and glancing at Josh for a long moment before she turned and headed towards the lonely bedroom that he’d shown her to that morning.
 
The crushed look Allie gave him made Josh's heart ache. All he wanted to do was gather Allie up into a hug and squeeze her until her ribs creaked. He wanted her so much. But this was the right thing to do and she'd see that.

"Of course," he said. "I'll clean up."

He watched her make her forlorn way to her own bedroom, then regretfully began gathering up the remains of their meal. A few minutes later, he was driving through the night. He was frustrated and heartbroken and half-wild with pain. He couldn't stand to see his stepsister hurt but for once there was nothing he could do about it. But there was one thing he could and that was force his father to pay for breaking Allie's laptop.

He pulled up outside the house. This morning, he'd hoped he'd never have to return here. But a lot of things had changed since then.



"'Hi, Josh! I was just in the neighborhood and I...' no. 'Hello, Josh. I guess you're wondering why I'm...' No."

Mona, a pretty, slender, darkhaired and tomboyish girl with large, bright brown eyes, had a habit of talking to herself when she was nervous. She was nervous now, walking up the stairs to Josh's apartment. This had seemed like a better idea back at her own apartment.

She worked with Josh. She'd been on two dates with Josh and become fascinated by him -his stunning looks, his aura of quiet self-sufficency, his thoughtfulness. He wasn't like anyone else she'd ever met. And then he'd just all but disappeared from her life. Even at work, he was elusive and hard for her to find. And she really, really wanted another date with him, or rather what another date might lead to.

So she hit on the idea of just turning up at his apartment, charmingly impulsive, and suggesting that they go to a movie or get a drink. The only problem was that it was starting to less and less charmingly impulsive and more and more stalkerish the closer she got to his door.

"Too late now," she told herself. She rang the doorbell.
 
Allie fell into her new Queen sized bed, sobbing the moment her head hit the pillow. What had just happened between her and Josh? Had she done something that made him have a change of heart about their relationship? Things had been going so well…and then they just crumbled into dust.

She heard Josh leave the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him and his footsteps hammering down the stairs outside the door. It made her heart ache even more to know that he felt the need to leave his own home to get away from her. She would start looking tomorrow for a new place to stay. It wasn’t right for Josh to have to put her up in his place feeling the way that he did.

Sniffling, her tears slowly stopped and she pushed herself from the bed, entering her bathroom to clean her face and dry her eyes. Pulling on her white robe, she was about to curl back up in bed and she heard someone ringing the doorbell. With a little sigh, she made her way to the door and peeked out the peephole.

A slender girl stood outside, watching the door with her large brown eyes and an expectant air around her. Allie let out a little sigh as she undid the lock and opened the door, watching as the girl’s expression turned even more surprised.

“Can I help you?” Allie said softly, wondering what the woman was doing there.
 
"Oh! Oh my..." said Mona, her eyes widening.

She's gorgeous. Her face crumpled. No wonder Josh had been avoiding her.

"I'm... uh... I'm a co-worker of Josh's. I was looking for him. I... I didn't know he had company. I'm really sorry!"


Josh knocked on the door. There was a long, long wait and then finally it opened an inch, restrained by the chain.

"Yeah?"

"Dad. It's me."

His father grudgingly unlatched the chain and the door swung open. Joshn Harrison Sr. was a balding, pudgy man, youthful muscle run to flab and youthful looks marred by reddened eyes and drooping jowls.

"Well. Look who's here. Never thought you'd show your face around here."

He stifled a belch. "Not after you collected the only thing you've ever shown any interest in."

Josh held on to his temper with difficulty. "You're talking about Allie."

"Give the boy a prize."

"I'm here about her."
 
Allie watched as the woman on the other side of the door visibly deflated, her eyes widening as she stammered out an excuse as to why she was there. She had never seen another woman go from being so hopeful to so sad in the matter of a few moments.

“Oh, no…I’m his sister. I just moved in today. Josh went out for a while.” Allie said, quickly trying to smooth over the situation. “Would you like to come in and wait? I’m not certain how long he’ll be.”


“Josh! Josh, get your ass in here!” Came a voice from the back of the house, shrill and intense. “I told you not to fucking walk away from me!”

Around the corner of the living room came a vision of Allie, only twenty years older and aging badly. Her dark hair had been bleached blonde so many times it was brittle and frizzed. Her body was still tight and toned, alluding to the fact that she’d been cheating on her husband for many years.

Carol’s eyes went wide as she saw her step son standing there, a look of fury on his youthful features. “Joshua, what are you doing here?”
 
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