Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set Volume 1: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets) (17 page)

“Um…” He hesitated in the doorway while I inwardly squirmed. 

He didn’t see anything!

Maybe he did.

He didn’t!

What if he did?!

Dustin cleared his throat.  “I just wanted to know if you wanted to go with me tomorrow.”

I bit my lip, my fingers sticky wet against my belly.  “Go where?”

“I wanted to take the tent out to the ridge tomorrow,” he explained.  “The salmon are running early.” 

“Okay,” I squeaked, mostly just to get him to shut the door.

“Goodnight, Sissy.”  His voice was warm.  What had he seen?  Oh God. 

“’Night, Dustin.” 

I let out a breath, hearing his footfalls down the hallway, his door closing behind him. 

I probably should have been completely turned off, considering what had just happened, but the opposite was strangely true.  I was even more excited, my body humming and tingling, my little clit thrumming, and I strummed it like a guitar with too-tight strings ready to snap. 

“Oh yes,” I whispered, my legs parting, the sound of my fingers rubbing through my wetness filling the room.  I was going to come—so hard, so very hard! My eyes closed in the darkness and the image that filled my inner vision was my brother, Dustin, standing there without his shirt on, grinning at me.  Oh God, no.  No, no, no.  I tried to change the channel in my brain, to think of anything, anyone else, but it was no use. 

“Dustin,” I moaned, I couldn’t help it, shaking my head against the mattress, the fullness between my legs too much to bear.  “Ohhhh!” 

The world exploded, my limbs trembling with the force of my orgasm, my mouth open in a silent scream.  I gasped and quivered on the bed, rolling myself up in the coolness of the sheet, looking for some comfort now, still ashamed of where my mind had gone, unbidden.  There was nothing there but my pillow, so I hugged it fiercely, closing my eyes and searching hard for sleep. 

I finally found it, the sound of the waves against the shore rocking me there like a lullaby.

It was far too hot, as far as I was concerned, to do much but soak in the sun, but I’d agree to hike out to the ridge with Dustin before the sun even rose over the lake so he could go fly-fishing in the shallows.  I made him set up the tent, though, so I could crawl in and sleep until ten or so, brewing coffee over the fire when I woke and changing into my bikini by noon, so I could spread a blanket on the sand and sleep again. 

I rolled over to my belly, feeling sweat sliding down my sides, and grabbed the baby oil, rubbing it, slick and greasy, over my already tanned skin.  I shaded my eyes and saw Dustin out there in his hip-boots, no shirt on, casting a line, and couldn’t help but thinking of the night before.  I flushed, grateful for the heat of the sun. 

Then I saw him glance over at me.  He saw me watching him. 

“Catch anything?”  I called. 

He just waved and went back to fishing. 

What did he see last night? 
I wondered.

It made me remember the time I’d walked in on him when we were younger.  He’d found one of Dad’s porno mags and was wanking away in the bathroom, the thing unfurled onto the counter, his nose almost touching the pink of the girl’s spread-open pussy.  When I opened the door and he stood, dick still in hand, it was the first time I’d seen a real erect cock.  It looked huge to me, all shiny and covered in oil—there had been a bottle of baby oil on the counter. 

Just the smell of the stuff, and the smooth feel of it on my skin, made me remember. 

“Fuck!”  he’d cried, reaching for the door and closing it again.  “Knock, would you?”

“Maybe you should try locking it!”  I’d called back, disgusted—but I had to admit, I was curious too.  His room was next to mine for years, and sometimes I heard the distinct sound of him masturbating.  The oil wasn’t just a bathroom thing, because I could hear the slick sound of his hand moving up and down, the muffled cries of his climax. 

I couldn’t deny it had turned me on.  I knew it wasn’t supposed to—I should have been disgusted, horrified, sickened.  But I wasn’t.  Watching Dustin, hearing him come, had made me curious.  The first time I’d ever orgasmed, I’d been listening to Dustin jerk off in his room. 

“You know how to gut a fish?”

I lifted my sunglasses as Dustin dropped a bucket into the sand next to me. 

“You caught something!”  I sat up to peer in at a still gaping salmon, its staring eye not yet filmy.  “Ugh! You want me to clean it?”

Dustin was stripping off his waders and I couldn’t help watching.  “You should do something to contribute besides lying around half naked.”

I raised my eyebrows at him as he left his pole and rod and reel in the sand, heading down the shoreline in just his jeans and tennis shoes. 

“Where are you going?”  I called.

“Downstream.  I need to wash off.”  The water here was far too shallow to really bathe in.  “Clean the damned fish!” 

I watched him until he disappeared around a bend, where I couldn’t see any more through a cluster of trees.  I turned my attention to the fish—fresh caught salmon was going to be so yummy!—but I didn’t feel like getting my hands dirty.

Instead, I followed Dustin.  I needed to wash off, too, considering how covered I was in oil.  That’s what I told myself as I rounded the bend to find my brother naked in the water, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, fist pumping furiously.  His eyes were closed tight, so he didn’t see me stop short and slide behind one of the trees so I could continue to watch him.  We hadn’t seen any other campers, but I wondered at his boldness.  What if a boat came by and someone saw?  He must have been desperate, I realized, biting my own lip as I watched Dustin bite his, my own hips thrusting forward against the biting bark of the tree in time with his own.

“Oh fuck!”  I heard him cry, pumping faster, his balls slapping the water with each tug of his cock.  “Yeah! Yeahhhh!” 

I moaned softly, leaning my cheek against the rough bark, knowing I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself, my fingers finding their own way into my bikini bottoms.  My pussy was wet with my juices, but the baby oil I’d used on my thighs made it even slicker and I sighed with pleasure, rubbing the stuff into my little clit as I watched my brother jerk off. 

Cecilia Marie Roberts, you march right back to camp this instant and clean that fish!

Fuck that,
I argued with the voice in my head, my fingers rubbing furiously, my nipples hard and poking out against the tree.  I was practically fucking the thing, wishing for something hard to rub against, or better yet, put inside me.

Like Dustin’s cock.

The thought shocked me into orgasm and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.  I didn’t want Dustin to hear me as my body shook and trembled, my knees giving out as I sank to the sandy ground.  Dustin didn’t have those inhibitions though—he was far enough from camp to believe I couldn’t hear him.  He groaned and pumped and thrust into his own fist, crying out, “Ohhh fuck, your pussy is so good! Ahhh! Ahhh I’m gonna come in your fucking cunt! Ohhhh Sissy! Sissyyyyyy!”

I yelped like a wounded puppy or a surprised kitten, my fingers still caught under the waistband of my bikini, still working my clit, and fuck if I didn’t come again, right there on the ground as my brother called my name, imagining himself fucking me.  Oh God, yes, the thought of his hard dick pummeling my flesh, feeling him explode inside of me, that was more than enough to send me over the edge one more time. 

He was thinking about me.

The realization made me shake all over as I watched him recover from his orgasm, his head down, his cock going slowly limp in his hand.  And then I crept away, practically running back down the beach, deciding immediately to be a good girl and clean the fish, like I was supposed to be doing all along. 

By the time Dustin came whistling back around the corner, smiling and waving to me, the salmon was ready to be cooked.  It was hard to look into his eyes, so I didn’t, telling him I wanted to go down and wash up too. 

“But I’m hungry!”  he protested. 

“I’m all sticky and hot and full of oil,” I reminded him, but he didn’t need a reminder.  I saw it out of the corner of my eye, the way he looked at me in my red and white polka dot bikini.  He was hungry all right, but I wasn’t sure it was for food. 

“I’ll make dinner then,” he grumbled as I headed down the beach. 

I didn’t touch myself, like Dustin had, although I couldn’t help thinking about it.  Instead, I washed the oil from my skin and hair with ecologically-sound soap, shaking myself off and putting on a t-shirt and a pair of silky shorts.  By the time I got back to where we were camped, Dustin had cooked the salmon but four ears of corn we’d brought along from the cabin. 

“That smells divine!”  I sat beside him, taking the plate he offered.  We ate with our fingers, the fish fresh and flaky, absolutely perfect.  We ate our corn noisily, no butter or salt, laughing at the errant kernels that ended up on our faces or even more bellies. 

I did my girl-duty and cleaned up while Dustin relaxed on the beach, an arm thrown over his eyes.  The sun was setting over the water on our second—and last—day of our weekend.  Tomorrow was Sunday, and we’d be heading back home.  We both had reasons to be back.  Dustin had work at our local hardware store Monday afternoon, and I had a dentist appointment. 

My brother woke as I sat down beside him on the blanket.  We were quiet as we watched the stars come out one by one, the moon a mere sliver as it rose slowly until it was high overhead.  We didn’t talk, we just sat, comfortable in the silence, until I started to shiver.  The breeze off the lake was growing cool. 

“Cold?”  Dustin slid closer, putting an arm around me. 

I leaned my head against his shoulder, taking comfort in his warmth.  “I’m glad we came.” 

“Me too.”  He took a deep, slow breath, gathering the blanket up so he could wrap that around us both.  “I’m going to miss you.”

“I know.”  We’d been home together all summer break, but it was August and soon it would be time to go back to school again.  It was funny, but I thought I might miss Dustin more than I was going to miss Jake.  None of us went to the same college, although Jake kept talking about transferring to State, and long-distance relationships weren’t easy. 

“Hey, look.”  Dustin pointed over the lake and I gasped, seeing a faint haze of multi-colored lights swirling in the sky. 

“Is that what I think it is?”

Dustin nodded.  “Northern lights.”

“Beautiful,” I breathed

“Yes.”  I felt his lips brush my temple and I shivered.

“Still cold?”

“A little,” I lied.  “I think I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Okay.”  He sounded a little disappointed, but I couldn’t trust myself, so close to him like this.  It was far too dangerous.  “I’ll wait and put out the fire.”