Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set Volume 2: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets) (10 page)

All that white, hot cum wasted, splashing the toilet seat. 

She knew it was wrong, but it made her mouth water and her pussy spasm with need, watching him jerk off. 

The thing was, he knew she listened in.  She was sure of it. 

It had become their little game, a ritual that followed their shave-and-a-haircut sessions.  And she was looking forward to watching him do it again today, seeing his hand wrapped around that thick, throbbing shaft.  She could only imagine it in her own hand.

“God, that feels so good.”  Gavin gave a little shudder as ran the sprayer over his scalp, rinsing the suds away.  “You’re going to have some lucky customers.” 

“Ya think?”  Sasha grabbed a towel, gently rubbing his wet hair, wicking away the water. 

She saw his eyes, with those impossibly thick, dark lashes, flutter open, his gaze raking over her cleavage.  He was relaxed now, more relaxed than she ever saw him.  It was like her fingers really were magic, giving him the sort of relief he rarely allowed himself to experience.  And by the way he shifted in his seat as she leaned over him, she knew he was hard.  She could picture him straining against the zipper of his jeans. 

“You, uh...  need another towel.”  His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed and Sasha glanced down to see the front of her cami was soaked.  And she hadn’t worn a bra, so her dark nipples and areolas were clearly visible. 

“Occupational hazard, I guess.”  She arched her back slightly as she studied the front of her shirt.  Her nipples were poking out, very noticeable.  “I’ll have to remember not to wear white to the salon.” 

“Not unless you want to put on a show.”  He sat up shifting uncomfortably in the wooden chair as he toweled his own wet hair to a more manageable dampness. 

“Are you enjoying the show?”  Sasha asked, seeing him looking at her wet shirt again, out of the corner of his eye.  He didn’t want her to notice him noticing.  But she noticed. 

“I’m a guy.”  Gavin snorted, tossing the towel onto the counter.  “I’d have to be dead not to look.” 

“No harm in looking, right?”  Sasha smirked. 

“If you say so.”  He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her. 

She didn’t know what made her bolder today, although if she let herself contemplate it, maybe she did know.  It was probably her discovery earlier in the week that her stepbrother snuck into the bathroom while she was showering to watch her. 
The little perv. 
But the thought of him, cock in hand, getting off while he watched her soap up in the shower didn’t actually disgust or shock her the way it was supposed to.  It should have, but it didn’t. 

In fact, right that very moment, Sasha was imagining his cock and balls trapped in his boxer briefs, hot and throbbing in his jeans.  She couldn’t see his erection because of the cape, but she could tell he had one by the way he moved in the chair when she urged him to turn it, pulling it away from the sink, so she could get a 360 angle on his head. 

“Not too short,” he warned as she picked up the scissors. 

She’d done it enough to know just what he wanted.  It didn’t take her long to get it the length he wanted—up off his shoulders, still covering his neck—but she took her time anyway, moving around to his front, giving him an eyeful of her breasts in her wet shirt.  The water had made her a little cold, but inside, she felt warm.  Hot, even.  Her pussy felt swollen against the seam of her jeans.  And her nipples were hard little pebbles. 

“You want a shave too?”  She ran her fingertips over his stubble and his gaze shifted upward from her breasts to meet her eyes.  He licked his lips and nodded, but didn’t speak.  Probably couldn’t.  His eyes had gone from smoke to fire.  There was a dazed look in them, something raw and animal, that made Sasha’s knees feel weak. 

“Might as well clean you up good.”  Her fingers tilted his chin up again—his eyes had fallen once again to the tempting swell of her breasts—and he gave a soft sigh.  “Never know when you’re going to meet Ms.  Right.”

“Right.”  His eyes searched hers, quizzical.  He was confused by her sudden softness, her slow tease. 

“You’re going to make some girl very lucky, little brother.”  Sasha leaned over to kiss his forehead, her lips brushing his hairline.  She felt his spine stiffen, heard his breath catch.  “Lean back again.  You can put your head on the edge of the sink.” 

Gavin complied, careful to lift the chair when he moved it. 

“The straight razor?”  He raised one eyebrow as she sharpened it on the strap.  “Really?” 

“I need the practice.”  She held it up, watching it glint in the light. 

“Guess I’m your guinea pig.” 

“Oink.”  She giggled, reaching for the shaving cream. 

“Guinea pigs don’t oink.” 

“Okay, smartass.”  She rolled her eyes, spreading shaving cream over his jaw and neck and cheeks.  He closed his eyes again, but he wasn’t as relaxed now.  In fact, he was quite tense.  She could feel the way he held his body, tight, ready to spring.  His breathing was shallow in his chest, and fast. 

She was careful with the razor, giving him as close a shave as she could.  She actually liked him with a little stubble—it made him look older, a little more dangerous.  He had a sweet, baby face underneath though, quite handsome.  Strong jaw, high cheekbones.  If he wasn’t such a geek and completely uninterested in fashion, he probably could have been a damned model. 
Underwear model,
she thought, remembering what he looked like tugging on his hard cock. 
He’d fill out the product quite nicely. 

The boy was packing quite a bit of heat in those jeans, she remembered with a little shiver.  Her nipples were hard again, but not because she was wet or cold.  She had to admit, the thought of him jerking off turned her on.  And it turned her on even more to think he might have been thinking about her.  When she’d caught sight of him standing at the bathroom door, watching her through the crack, she’d been surprised at first.  But then...  as her hands moved over her belly and breasts, feeling his gaze on her, that feeling had morphed into something else. 

Gavin let out a little, shuddery breath when she swiped the razor underneath his chin. 

“Sorry, did I nick you?” 

“No.”  He swallowed, looking up at her through half-closed eyes.  She realized that he was looking at her tits again.  And her very hard nipples.  They ached and it made her pussy throb every time she moved and her short shifted, rubbing against them. 

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen her naked, she remembered with a little smile. 

Before the wedding, she’d been determined to get a tan and spent a lot of time sunbathing.  It was one of those sweltering summer days where the heat oppresses the limbs.  Even with the air-conditioning blasting, it still felt hot.  Sleep came come hard the night before, since the bed sheet stuck to her skin. 

She’d been in the back yard on a beach towel with her boyfriend—a guy named Mark who worked as a mechanic who didn’t like to go down on her, which was ultimately the reason she dumped him—and he was applying suntan lotion to her back.  Gavin had been watching.  She saw him out of the corner of her eye, pulling his bedroom curtain aside. 

So she’d taken her top off, her ample breasts spilling out of the tiny bikini. 

“Make sure you get everything,” she told her Mark, arching her back.  “I don't want tan lines.  Mom decided to get strapless gowns for the bridesmaids.”

Then, as her boyfriend applied the suntan lotion to her tits, a task he seemed to relish, Sasha aimed her middle finger at the second floor window. 

“Fuck!”  Gavin said.  She couldn’t hear him, but she saw him mouth it and yank the curtain closed. 

She smiled again at the memory of catching him watching her.  There was something so hot about catching him unawares, knowing he secretly watched her, wanted her.  And she was sure he did.  It wasn’t just because he was guy, although that was part of it, sure.  But she had to think that it was no accident, the few girls he’d brought home looked so much like her.  That he looked at her when she thought she wasn’t looking. 

And she looked at him too. 

Gavin’s breath was even shallower, his eyes still closed as Sasha leaned over to reach for a clean towel.  Her breasts brushed his cheek as she rocked over him, up on her tiptoes, and he let out a little moan, which he quickly swallowed.  She felt his bicep flex, tighten, release, her belly pressing against his arm. 

Sasha bit her lip, seeing the way the cape rhythmically moved, just slightly, almost imperceptibly, at the level of his crotch. 
He wouldn’t...  he couldn’t...

He is. 

He was jerking off.  Right fucking now!  Sasha felt her whole body fill with heat at the realization as she slowly ran the towel over his cheeks and chin, making sure to get the last bit of the shaving cream from his face.  Licking her lips, she glanced down again, trying to catch the movement.  The cape hid everything, but she felt the flex of his arm as he stroked it.  His breath caught and he swallowed again when she leaned again—this time on purpose—making sure her nipple poked against his cheek. 

“I’ve got some new product,” she said.  Her voice made his eyes open and he looked at her through half-closed lids.  He was clearly trying to control his breathing.  She could actually see his pulse beating at the hollow of his throat, fast and hard.  “Aftershave.  It’s supposed to be soothing.  You want me to put it on you?” 

“Sure.”  His voice was low, hoarse, and his eyes went again to her breasts as she rubbed the lotion in her hands.  The motion under the cape increased once she wasn’t leaning again him anymore.  So he thought she hadn’t noticed. 
The little perv. 
Sasha licked her lips, remembering how thick and hard he was.  She wanted to pull the cape away and watch him, but she knew he’d stop, embarrassed, and she didn’t want that. 

“Does that sting at all?”  She leaned close to his face, her fingers smoothing lotion over his now-soft cheeks. 

“No,” he breathed, hissing breath when she nudged him gently with her hip, her tits still at the perfect eye-level as her hands stroked over his skin. 

“Feel good?” 

“Yeah.”  He nodded, lifting his chin and letting out a little noise from his throat as her fingers moved down his Adam’s apple, massaging in perfect circles. 

“Oh little brother, you’re so
tense
.” 

His neck was like a rock, cords and veins standing out.  His face was red from her shave, but that wasn’t the only reason.  She had a feeling he’d been stroking his cock the whole time she’d been shaving him, going slow, lost in her own thoughts.  He’d been looking at her full, round tits practically spilling out of her cami, at her hard, dark nipples through the see-through material, and had been tugging on that gorgeous cock the whole time. 

Just the idea made her wet. 

“Feel good?”  she breathed again, her face close to his.  Their lips almost touched as she ran her thumbs up and down the cords in his neck.  She wanted to go further, down his shoulders, his chest, but the cape was in the way.  “You like that?” 

“Mmm, yeah.”  He could barely keep his eyes open.  His breath was coming so fast, hot against her lips.  “God, Sis, that feels so good...”

“Like that?”  Up and down, she smoothed her fingers against the sides of his throat, imagining his hand moving under the cape.  She felt him shaking, trembling, just a little.  He wasn’t trying as hard to hide what he was doing anymore.  He’d almost forgotten, was almost to the point of not even caring, she could tell. 

“Up and down like that?”  she whispered, her lips oh-so-close to his, her eyes searching his.  “Your skin’s so soft and smooth now, and the lotion makes it nice and slippery...”

He let out a low, strangled cry. 

“I love making you feel good,” she breathed, her palms cupping the sides of his neck, her fingers digging gently into the back of his head, his scalp, as she felt him stiffen, drawing his lower lip between his teeth.