Banging My Brother

Banging My Brother

Gia Blue

January 2011

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Editor: Marisa Chenery | Cover Artist: Gia Blue

My social life has taken a beating since my stepbrother, Mark, returned to town. Sure, when I was sixteen and he was nineteen and just heading off to college, it was totally cool to hang with him. Not that we had much in common, but still.

Now, inching close to thirty, it’s not nearly as fun anymore.

After graduation, he moved off to Texas, while I stuck around Atlanta. And so, we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time together…for quite a while. But now, he’s back. For good, he says.

And he’s totally cramping my style.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. Mark is one fine ass white boy, no doubt. He’s big, over six feet tall, and built like a tank...all muscle, without an ounce of fat on him. Add in the pretty boy smile, pale skin, shining bright eyes…and he’s the all-American boy next door that my friends drool over whenever he interrupts our girls’ night out.

Sadly, he’s also a stepbrother who doesn’t want his stepsister getting it on with anyone. Ever.

He’s never said the words, but he seems to make damn sure he stands close to me in the clubs, hovering over me, watching me like a hawk. While my girls are off getting their freak on, I’m chatting it up with Mark.

Much like tonight.

It’s my thirtieth birthday. Yup. Big. Three. Zero.

Evette and Leslee are on the dance floor, their boyfriends grinding against their asses while they move to the beat. And damn, their men are fine, all muscles and covered in smooth, cocoa skin.

That
is what I need.

“
Alesha? Are you listening to me?”

Mark’s lips brush my ear and I fight against the shiver that races down my spine. I turn to him with a wide smile, bite back my irritation. He’s sweet.

A very, very sweet temptation. I could gladly gorge myself on his brand of sugar, with hopefully, a hint of spice. And I don’t want a damn bit of nice.

I turn my head to the side and yell so he can hear me. “Of course I’m listening. You were just saying that you were gonna get me another margarita.”

I press a smacking kiss to his cheek, leaving a nice smear of lipstick behind.

When I pull back to smile at him, he just rolls his eyes and screams back to me. “Last one.” I nod. Always the ever-dutiful, little stepsister. “I mean it!” He points a finger at me, scowl in place.

Later, I’ll blame it on the alcohol. Now, I blame it on his hotness. I lean forward and swallow his finger, run my tongue along the digit and suckle it, slide along the length until he slips free of my mouth. I nip the tip, scrape my teeth over the pad, and then give it a chaste kiss before I lean back. “Thank you, Mark.”

He looks shell-shocked, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish. An adorable, totally fuckable, white boy fish. He gives himself a full body shake and then rises from his stool, looking at me like I’ve got two fucking heads.

I don’t.

But he does.

One upper and one lower… Yum. Lower.

“
Alesha!” A hand slaps my bare shoulder and I turn to find Evette and Leslee standing nearby, both wearing their “I’m totally about to ditch you so I can get freaky with my man” smiles.

“
Heffas.” Straight up. “Both of y’all are heffas.”

Evette leans forward first, pulling me into a hug. “Mark can take you home, right?”

I release her with a roll of my eyes and give Leslee a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Mark can take me home. Did I mention y’all were heffas?”

“
You’re just a jealous bitch.”

I raise my eyebrows. “And?”

It’s the same old thing. They go home with their men and I go home with...no one. Except Mark. Who I can’t have.

I wave the two couples off and watch out for my brother, his lily-white ass weaving through the crowd toward me, my drink in his hand. Damn, we’d look so gorgeous together, my chocolate skin all wrapped around his cream.

I smile to myself. Coffee’s
always
better with cream. Always.

He slides onto the stool and sets my drink before me. The lovely, green liquid beckoning me, I wrap my hand around the cool, sweating glass and bring it to my lips. Focusing on Mark, I lap at the salt, run my tongue along the rim a moment before I take a sip of the tart beverage.

His attention’s all over me, eating me up with his eyes, mouth slightly parted, and staring at me like he’s a starving man…and I’m dinner.

Yum.

Placing my drink on the table, I lean forward and brace myself with a hand on his thigh, squeeze the muscle that flexes beneath my palm before venturing farther north, then brush against his groin with my fingertips.

“
Alesha…” I hear the warning in his voice and I don’t care. I’ve wanted him for far too long. Worst-case scenario? He gets pissed, and stops tagging the fuck along. Score for me! ‘Cause that means he can’t rain on my “please dear God let me get laid” parade any longer.

A large hand encircles my wrist, keeps me from moving. I stick out my lower lip and pout. “Mark…”

“
You’re drunk.”

I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m horny, I’ve been attracted to you for forever, and I want to get fucked for my birthday.” I yank free of his hold and snag my purse from the tabletop before sliding from the stool. A quick tug on my tight miniskirt puts things back where they belong, and then I focus again on my stepbrother. “Since it’s obvious you’re not up,” I flick a glance at his groin to make sure he gets the innuendo, “for the challenge, I’ll go home and take care of things myself. Or grab a man on my way out the door.” I step close to him. “Maybe
this
white boy is too intimidated to give a sista a good time. Maybe there’s someone here who can give me what I need.”

I spin on my heel and weave my way toward the door, surveying my options. Oh, I get plenty of looks. With my smooth, cocoa skin, long, brown locks currently in micro braids, and a curvaceous body to boot, I’m a catch for any man. White, black, and everything in-between. I’ve got great tits, and also a big booty that men love to grab onto when they fuck me from behind.

Hell, as horny as I am right now, I’d take just about any man who knows what to do with his cock—no matter the color of his skin.

Then, I see a man that just may do, and drag one of my fingernails along his arm as I pass, give him a wink that has him turning toward me and stepping in my direction. Only to be brought up short by Mark.

Mother. Fucker.

Okay, he’s not really. But I wouldn’t terribly mind him being a sister fucker right about now.

I don’t hear what he says, but the guy I’d set my sights on returns to his friends while Mark continues to come after me. I roll my eyes and get back on my way.

In a handful of steps, I’m out of the stifling, cloying air of the club and into the cool night.

A body presses into me from behind, large erection grinding into my ass, and the scent I’d recognize anywhere surrounds me. “You’re a cock-tease, Alesha.” Hands appear on my hips, flex, and then tighten their grip while he rubs his dick along my crack. “Teasers get punished, even if she happens to be my sister. You’ve pushed me too far—and now you’re going to get what you’re asking for.” Mark nuzzles my neck, teeth scrapes my skin, and then his lips nibble my earlobe. “You ready for that? Ready for your brother to fill your pussy with his big, white cock? Pull your hair? Spank this beautiful, black ass for being a bad girl?”

I’m aching and hot and wet as fuck. Like cream will be sliding down my thighs at any moment wet. My nipples had hardened with the cool air, but now they’re rock-fucking-hard for an entirely different reason. I don’t want to answer him, afraid of him turning away, but I can’t keep quiet.

“
Yes.” I moan when one hand snakes around me, then slides down my stomach to rest right above my needy mound. “Fuck me. Yes, I’m ready.”

“
Oh, baby, I will.” He releases me for a split second and snags my hand, twines my fingers with his and tugs me into the parking lot. “But no bitching when I mess up your hair.”

My hair. Lord, how many arguments have we gotten into over my hair. He’s fascinated with all the different looks I’ve had over the years, getting it done just about every weekend. And he always
has
to play with it.

No one touches a black woman’s hair. We spend way too much time and money for someone to just fuck it up.

At the car, I finally answer him, hand on his crotch, stroking his bulge. “Oh, Mark, you fuck me right, and you can do anything you want.” I nibble his lower lip and then slide into his SUV, leaving him there to glare at me for a moment while he adjusts his hard cock. Then, he moves around the vehicle to settle behind the steering wheel.

“
Not another word, Alesha.”

With a lick of my lips, I eye his cock, but remain quiet throughout the drive. Mark navigates the streets of downtown Atlanta with ease, and it’s not long before we’re pulling up in front of his house, a sprawling, ranch-style home with more space than he could ever need.

I wait while he climbs from the SUV and comes around to hold the door open for me. I keep my mouth shut, smile in place as I follow him up the walk. I watch the shift of his ass in his slacks and I just want to taste it, sink my teeth in and take a bite out of his cute little butt.

Yeah, I’ve got a bit of an ass fetish.

Actually, I think it’s more of a “Mark” fetish.

A quick walk up the path and we’re inside within moments, the interior wrapping us in darkness.

Then, Mark’s wrapping me in him. The door closes with a soft click, and just like that, my back’s slammed against the solid wood surface, while my brother presses against me from the front. Before I can blink, he has my wrists pinned above my head, leaving me at his mercy.

Fuck, I like being at his mercy.

His face is right there, less than an inch from mine, lips merely a stretch away…and I ache to kiss him.

Mark flexes his hips, his cock growing harder with each passing second it’s pushed against me. I wiggle in response, pussy needy and hurting, begging to be filled. I know my panties are soaked, and soon, the cream will be coating my upper thighs, the thong not much protection against my arousal.

“
Mark…” I want him. Damn, I want this man. Want him to fuck me, make me come, make me scream his name while he pulls my hair and pounds his big dick into me. My pussy, my ass, my mouth. His white cock. Never had a white boy, but damn, it just adds a bit more of the forbidden to this, this thing between sister and brother. Then there’s the fact that my brother has me pinned…