PILOT
"But he is my father's adopted son, doesn't that make him my brother? I don't like the sound of this mom, besides, I just turned 18," was the statement running through Amelia's head as she handed a glass of whiskey to the handsome Damian"This is nice, I always thought you would hate me or something," Damian said. One could tell he was surprised by the way Amelia treated him nicely. " Remind me again why you think I would hate you," she moved closer to him even though it made her uncomfortable. "Well, people say I am the reason why your mum left Daniel. I thought you would blame my mom and I for that," there was an awkward moment but Amelia broke it with a broad smile. "Pffff! like I would remember that. Besides, I don't think it was your fault, from what I gather, my mom and dad had been drifting apart long before you came into the picture," she genuinely seemed not moved by her parents divorce. "Anyway, away with the feely conversation, tell me, why are you being so nice to me?" there was a hint of lust in the way he looked at her and she was beginning to feel the win coming.
"Well, I don't know how to say this....ammmm..." she knew exactly what she wanted to say but words kept failing her. She never intended to get this much attached and the thought of where the relationship was headed next scared the crap out of her. "Yeah, I figured as much," he said while pulling her towards him and made her sit on his lap. "But your wife...and, and my dad," Amelia was almost in tears but she was fighting hard. "You should have thought about all that before flashing your beautiful self for me to see, besides we will make sure they won't find out," he held her closer and slowly moved his left hand up her thigh. He would have loved to resist her given there was so much at stake. First, he was married to Sarah, an epitome of a true and hardworking wife. Second, Amelia was his father's biological daughter and this relationship would jeopardize the good relationship he had with the old man. But right now, there was no way he was going to reason like a good son. He had her right where he had wanted her for so long and he wasn't going to let that chance slip through his fingers.
There was no one else in the huge house as they were still waiting for their father to come home from a business trip. Sarah was out of town to visit her mother for the festive season. The two had just finished decorating the Christmas tree and with so much time on their hands, they were getting lonely and Amelia had suggested they needed a drink. Now, four drinks later, she was seated on his lap, feeling his hard manhood brushing her half naked ass. She was not sure about it all but she was running out of time to fulfill the purpose of her visit.
She waited for a while for Damian to make the final move but he just kept on moving his hand up and down her thigh. "It is now or never," she thought to herself. She leaned down and licked his lip a little with the tip of her tongue. A hot flash of what she could only explain as bolt of lightning swept through her whole being forcing her to move back. She had gotten so preoccupied with seducing him that she forgot she was new to the s****l world. "What? Why did you pull back so fast?" Damian asked. His naturally sleepy eyes now almost closing from the raw desire.
"I...I need to tell you something...promise me you won't take it..." she started but he put his finger over her mouth. "Yes, I figured. Don't worry, I was a virgin once and there is nothing wrong with that. I promise I will be gentle," he said and for some reason, confirming that she was untouched made him even more crazy. Having been given the go ahead, Amelia leaned over and kissed him.slowly but passionately. It as impossible for Damian to think that she had never kissed anyone before since she was as he would put it, "a natural". He kissed her back and with the signal, he moved completely up her thigh and moved her tiny short to the side. He then worked his way into her underpants and there he was welcomed by the wetness. "Oh," he silently exclaimed momentarily shifting his attention from the kiss. She felt his warm finger make its way to her "special place" as her mother referred to it to make s*x talks less awkward. Another bolt of lighting hit only this time it was localized and it didn't go away either. Damian was by now way too aroused and he grabbed her and carried her upstairs for a little bit more privacy. A few seconds latter, he slammed her bedroom door shut and pushed her to it. He swiftly slid his left hand into her pants once again and held the door with his right hand such that he had her sandwiched helplessly. A moment later, he moved his left hand up her well toned ab and made his way up her oversized t-shirt. She still had her bra on and he found that inconveniencing. He grabbed her and softly dropped her on the bed before snapping open her bra with one try. That move got Amelia mourning a little. "Are you sure about this?" he asked one more time. "Are you kidding?" she yelled and he didn't need to ask any more questions. He undressed her in a flash and she did the same to him. A hot, long kiss followed and Amelia just felt the sharp pain but she was way too ready to stop him. The pain however grew a little more intense and it was too hard to ignore it anymore. To make it worse, Damian pushed in even harder sliding halfway in and the pain became unbearable. She pushed him back and coiled up into a ball. "You, you lied. You said it won't hurt and promised you would be gentle," she said fighting back the tears that were dangerously hanging on the sides of her eyes.
"I am sorry, I got way too excited. I like you Amelia and to top all that you happen to be soo tight and sweet that I couldn't resist. I am so sorry and if you want us to stop..." he meant his words even though they were like a sting to his heart. He slowly got off the bed and moved as if to dress up. "Wait, does that mean I will also feel pain the next time I...you know ," she was a little embarrassed and Damian understood. "Yeah I guess," he sai turning towards her and for the first time she actually had a clear glimpse of his somewhat big d**k. "Wow...I mean in that case I want to get done with it right now," she said pulling herself together despite the fear. Damian was so relieved to hear that and he basically jumped back to the bed and romanced her a little bit more. This time around, she braved through the pain until it was replaced with a kind of sweetness that got her mourning softly motivating Damian to give it his all. Before long, they were locked in a sweaty, tight embrace and none of them could explain how they got all the way to the end. "Amelia dear, I am home," came the voice that jolted them back to reality.
