First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) (11 page)

She never imagined her first time would be with her own stepbrother, but she was glad it was. He was handsome, strong, sexy, and loving. His face beamed as he slid back and forth in her. He’d only stop smiling when he was grunting or concentrating on giving her pleasure.

Her brain was on fire, sweat beaded on her, and she couldn’t stop playing with her clit. One hand between her legs, the other tweaking her nipple, and Mitch’s cock pounding into her again and again, was more than enough to send her into orbit again.

“I’m think I’m gonna come,” she cried. “Oh God, Mitch, I’m going to come!”

Mitch slapped harder into her than before. He bared his teeth and growled down at her. “Do it, baby. Soak my cock. I want to feel it.”

She cried out in a high-pitched whine, planted her feet on his shoulders, and pushed away from him to escape his big cock before she fainted, her pussy spasming like mad. The pleasure took over completely, and she was lost.

Mitch moved around the desk and caught her as she started to slide off it. Her vision blurred and she felt the world turn upside-down. She had the vague notion of feeling the carpet and then realized she’d braced her hands on the floor as Mitch caught her. She collapsed at his feet, her head full of a hot fog.

She smelled Mitch’s musk and her juice near her face. His cock was so close to her face that she couldn’t resist wrapping her lips around it. The taste of her girl-cum on him was better than anything she’d ever tasted. She wondered what it would taste like mixed with his cum and knew there was only one way to find out.

“I want you inside me,” she said as she jacked his cock and looked up at him. Mitch helped her stand and she bent over the desk for him.

Mitch stood behind her, his wet cock between her ass cheeks. He moved it back and forth there as she spread her legs. Betsy wondered if he was going to put it in her ass, but he stayed a gentleman and slowly slid into her wet pussy. She rested her face on the principal’s desk and happily hummed as her stepbrother fucked her.

Mitch leaned down to guide her hands to the far edge of the principal’s desk.

“Hold on tight,” he said.

“What are you—” Her words stopped as Mitch took her by the hips and began hard, fast thrusts deep into her. Each one pushed a hard grunt out of her lungs. The desk shook back and forth, scattering papers, pens, and even the phone to the floor. He rutted her like a wild animal and her knuckles went white from holding so hard onto the edge of the desk.

“Oh fuck, baby, baby!” Mitch cried, pounding her so hard she could barely breathe. “I can’t stop! I’m gonna come inside you!”

“Yes!” she cried, the thought of it setting her on fire. “Come inside me! Fill me with your cum!”

Mitch held her down to the base of his cock and roared as he unloaded his first hard shot of cum deep into her. Betsy felt his cock pulsing with each spasm, heard him cry, “Yes!” over and over. She was aware of every hot wave of his seed buttressing her aching cervix, even if her brain was still fuzzy mess from her second orgasm—the one that had turned her into a quivering, writhing, sweaty mess on the desk.

“We’ll have such beautiful babies.” Mitch stepped back and his cock slid from her. She whimpered, instantly wanting him in her again.

Betsy stumbled as she turned to face him, but he caught her in his strong arms. She bent over and licked his sticky cock. The taste reminded her of agave syrup. She licked and sucked him until she heard the phone buzzing.

She saw the principal’s phone on the floor and off the hook. She then took in a full view of the mess they’d made.

“Oh God, Mitch, we need to clean this up.” She covered her mouth and giggled.

They put the papers, pens, and phone back on the desk in the best order they could remember and then got dressed. She led him back to the prom, hoping no one had noticed their long absence. They walked back into the gym, holding hands, just as “When a Man Loves a Woman” started playing.

“Nice crown, Miss Shull,” Nora Waverton said as she walked by with her date.

Betsy had forgotten about the tiara. She touched it, smiling, and turned to Mitch to thank him again for it. She looked into his happy eyes and knew she didn’t have to say anything. He smiled at her, took her into his arms, and they danced.

“What happens now?” Betsy turned her flushed face up to him as they circled the edge of the dance floor.

“Whatever we want, baby.” Mitch smiled. “We’re together now, as it should be. We’ll have a wonderful family and I’ll make each night special for you.”

“This night is special enough for a lifetime, Mitch.”

“It’s the first of many.”

“I wish it didn’t have to end.”

“It won’t.” He nuzzled her, breathing her in, his chin bumping her tiara. “You’ll never want for anything, baby.”

“But there is something I want, Mitch.”

He pulled her close to him and kissed her neck. “Name it, baby. Anything.”

“I want you to do me again,” she whispered. “In the boys’ locker room this time.”

“Beautiful and kinky?” Mitch stepped back a bit in surprise. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

Betsy kissed his cheek. “By being my Prince Charming.”

Audrey is a horrible cocktease. Well, that’s not really true. Actually, she’s very good at it. Sometimes too good.

And for some reason, she loves teasing her sexy, well-built stepbrother, Jared, more than anyone else.

Maybe it’s because he makes her so damned hot it’s hard to find a clean pair of panties anywhere at the end of a week.

Maybe it’s because he responds to her teasing with a carefully restrained kind of lust that gives her a heady sense of power.

Maybe it’s because Jared is the only one who’s ever made her feel out of control, not in charge of her own feelings, let alone her own body.

And in spite of her constant insistence that it will be, “this time, baby,” she can’t seem to let him take her all the way.

Until Jared gets tired of waiting. And decides to take what they both really want.

“No. Parties.”

Audrey rolled her eyes behind her mother’s back, hearing the capital letters and periods in her tone, and sticking her tongue out at her stepbrother, Jared, just because she could.

Their parents—Audrey’s mom and Jared’s dad—were going to Harrysinghs for dinner. It wasn’t like they were going to Europe for two weeks. Just how much trouble did they think the two of them could get into in a couple of hours?

“I mean it!” Audrey’s mother wagged her finger. “Nothing like last time.”

Okay, so Audrey had invited a few people over the last time they went out. And maybe someone had brought alcohol—and then raided their parents’ liquor cabinet. And someone had thrown up in the pool. And the front door had been left open and the dog had run away.

But jeez, you made one little mistake and all of a sudden, everyone treated you like you were the devil or something.

And the dog had come home. He had to have a flea dip, but he was snoozing on the living room couch right that very minute, so no one was worse the wear, were they?

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Jared promised, sitting at the kitchen table in front of an open history book. Audrey rolled her eyes again as her mother turned to fetch her coat, and waggled her tongue at him this time. He looked pointedly at her mouth, focused on it, and she slowly traced her tongue over her full, pouty lips.

“That’s my good boy.” Audrey’s mother ruffled his hair as she went by. Then she glanced over her shoulder at her daughter, who sat up straighter and quickly withdrew her tongue.

Her mother’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but Audrey smiled widely, blinking in blonde, blue-eyed innocence. The bright-eyed, dutiful daughter.

Jared’s dad adjusted his tie as he looked in the hallway mirror, giving them last minute instructions as if it was the first time they were ever left alone at home. Audrey went back to eating her red popsicle while he droned on about safety procedures in case of emergency—like a fire or maybe an accidental party. He didn’t mention the latter, but Audrey heard the disapproval in his voice when he talked about “not letting strangers in the house.”

Audrey’s mother dug through her purse for her car keys, while Audrey slid her sweet, frozen, red treat between her lips, sucking noisily. Jared noticed, glaring at her. She dropped him a wink while her mother had her nose in her purse and he flushed, his gaze moving back to his book. She loved making him blush like that. Jared was so damned easy.

She sat through more boring, last minute instructions and warnings, waiting patiently for them to go. Her popsicle was almost gone by the time Audrey’s mother found her keys—in the pocket of her jacket, not in her purse—and Jared’s father insisted Audrey follow them to the front door and lock it behind them.

Audrey shut the front door after them—locking it, as instructed—and watched as they walked to the car and drove away. Jared had moved from the kitchen to the living room. His history book was open on the coffee table, but he had the remote in his hand, flipping through channels on the giant 80-inch television.

She plopped down on the couch beside him, close—too close for his comfort. Jared squirmed toward the arm of the sofa, away from her. Audrey sighed, leaning her arm on his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, and whispering, “Come on, Jared… you know you want to…”

“Fuck off.” He flipped the remote, finding a hockey game and settling there.

“I promise,” she breathed, her tongue flickering against his earlobe like a snake. “This time, baby…” 

“Forget it. You never mean it.” Jared nudged her away, putting his bare feet up on the coffee table and easing back into the couch to watch the game. Audrey’s gaze swept over her stepbrother admiringly. Jeans, barefoot, no shirt, he was quite a sight. In spite of his penchant for studying and the fact that he was a brainiac, Jared spent a ton of time working out at the home gym his father had set up in the basement. The boy was cut—rippled abs, including that delicious V she liked so much, a slim waist, wider shoulders, not huge or anything, but defined.

Her girlfriends, most of them going to college in the fall, swooned over Jared and his incredible bod. They all loved coming over in the summer to swim at their in-ground pool, mostly so they could show off in bikinis in front of him and vie for his attention. Which, frankly, wasn’t that easy to get.

Audrey stood up in a huff and began hovering around him, ostensibly cleaning up the place, adjusting flower pots, putting things away, not infrequently bending over to intentionally give Jared a good view of her fine ass in her super-tight jeans. Her cleavage wasn’t bad either, so she made a point to knock the remote off the coffee table and bent to retrieve it, giving him a nice view down her top as well.

Jared kept his eyes on the TV—the puck had just dropped at the beginning of first period—much to Audrey’s chagrin. Her usually easily distractible stepbrother had a will of iron today. What the hell? She gave up the act, slapping the remote on the couch and turning to face him, arms crossed over her chest. He didn’t say a word, just continued to watch the game, but she saw a muscle on the side of his jaw working.

So she was getting to him, at least a little.

“Jared…” She shifted her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. He noticed. Just out of the corner of his eye, but he noticed. So she dared a little more, cupping her breasts, lifting and pressing them together. “Please…”

“Knock it off.” He scowled, shifting on the couch, running a hand through his thick, sandy-colored hair.

“But Jared…” She leaned on the couch, letting her tits sway in her bra—he could look straight down her top—crawling toward him. She tried the whisper again, right against his ear. “This time, baby… I promise…”

Jared rolled his eyes and shook his head, jaw working. She liked seeing the way his neck flexed like that, turning red at the back, when he got upset. She liked knowing she was having an effect on him.

“Afraid?” she teased, putting a hand between his thighs, at his crotch. She didn’t touch him, just put her hand there, palm flat on the couch. She felt him tense, his spine straightening, and smiled.

“Fuck you.” He nudged her with an elbow.

“I know.” She licked her lips. “That’s just what you want. Well… you can have it.”

“The fuck you say.” He snorted. “You never mean it. You get me all worked up, and then…”

“Have you given up? Disappointed too many times?” Audrey went and stood between him and the TV, a smile of impish triumph on her face, hip cocked, hand resting there. “Did you wane me to make it easy for you? Don’t like the chase?”

“It’s just Charlie Brown and Lucy with that damned football.” He glowered at her. “Again and again. He never learns. Well—I do.”

“Yeah, but all he could’ve gotten from
his
sister was to kick a football.” She put her palms on the coffee table and leaned forward, licking her lips. “I’m going to let you fuck me tonight. Plenty of time before Mom and Dad get home.”

“Nothing doing.” He leaned to the left so he could see the TV. “And Lucy wasn’t Charlie Brown’s sister—she’s Linus’s sister.”

“Lucky Linus.”

“Don’t pervert Peanuts. That’s sacrilege.”

“You can be lucky Linus tonight.”

“Linus wasn’t getting any either, so you can fuck off. I’ve heard that before.” Just the ghost of a smile passed across Jared’s face, but he suppressed it. But it didn’t escape Audrey’s notice. Not for a moment. She knew how much she frustrated him—and she knew he enjoyed it.

Audrey stood, cocking her hip again, turning just a little sideways so he could see her ass in tight jeans. It was a fine ass, and there was no sense in not showing it off. Her thick, curly blonde hair was pulled back into a saucy ponytail, and she wore a tight, white T-shirt with blue sleeves. Her breasts were high and pert.

She had been careful to put on her tightest jeans that afternoon, when their parents had announced they were going out for the evening. Her father had glanced at her disapprovingly. The two of them had had their battles over these jeans, and Audrey had won, But her father was not above subtly letting her know he wasn’t happy about it.

Jared had also glanced. Or rather, more than glanced. And that was exactly the idea. He could pretend to be interested in hockey, pretend to have given up on her, but she knew her ass was a magnet for his eyes every single time. For all that dear old Dad feared Audrey would go out with some unscrupulous young man somewhere and go further with him than was wise, Daddy never suspected his own stepson would be the most likely candidate this evening.

The idea, of course, was to convince Jared that he was, indeed, the likely candidate this evening—that this was his lucky day.

Because Jared had not quite fucked his sister. Oh, the two of them had gone considerably down the road in that general direction—but not all the way.

Not to put too fine a point on it—Audrey was a hell of a tease.

You had to do what you were good at, right?

“Come on, bruh,” she said, hooking her thumbs in the beltloops of her jeans. “I need help getting these jeans off. In fact, I think I’ve really done it this time. I think I’m stuck.” Audrey stretched her arms up high over her head and began to writhe a little as if in a kind of erotic trance. “Oh. These jeans are so tight and uncomfortable. I can hardly sit down in them, you know. Oooh…”