Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set Volume 2: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets) (11 page)

Oh fuck, he’s coming! 
She could see it in his eyes, in that sudden departure from reality, jaw going slightly slack, his breath blowing hot over her face as he finally let go.  She imagined his cum rising up the hard shaft of his cock, splashing against the cape, sliding over his slowly pumping fist. 

“So, what do you think?”  She eased back slowly, reaching for the towel to wipe the extra lotion from her fingers.  “Am I ready for prime time?” 

“You did great.”  His eyes closed for a moment and she watched his chest catch as he tried to catch his breath.  “Fucking great.” 

“Thanks.”  She leaned over to kiss his cheek.  My God, she wanted to get down on her knees and put her head under that fucking cape and lick him clean.  What in the hell was wrong with her?  She was so turned on, her whole body was vibrating.  She had to do something about it, and she was going to have to take care of it herself. 

“Thank
you
.”  He shifted in the chair, rearranging, and she looked away, hiding her secret, knowing smile.  “Listen, I can clean up here, if you want...”

“Would you?”  She slanted him a look.  “I, uh...  kind of think I need a shower.  I’m all wet.”

So very, very wet. 

She met his eyes and saw a dark look in them at her words.  She knew lust when she saw it.  If she didn’t leave the room soon, they were both going to end up doing something they’d regret.  As much as she’d like to, she knew it was wrong.  As hot as it made her, she couldn’t give in to temptation. 

“I'll be in the shower if you need me,” Sasha called, leaving him in the kitchen and heading upstairs, her pussy throbbing with need the whole way. 

It wasn’t long before she heard his footfalls on the stairs.  She heard him even with the shower running.  Heard his steps stop at the door.  The half-open door.  She stood at the sink, still dressed, looking at herself in the mirror.  Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed, and she saw the view she’d been giving him in her wet cami. 

She knew he was watching.  He seemed as addicted to her as she was to him.  Knowing he was looking at her gave her a high.  It was like a drug.  Sasha grabbed the edge of her cami and slowly peeled it over her head.  Her breasts were heavy—she really shouldn’t go around without one—full and aching. 

Then she undid her jeans, wiggling them down her hips, taking her panties with them.  She made sure to turn toward the little window when she did it, instead of toward the half-open door, so as not to scare him away.  It also gave him a nice view of her ass, which was almost as rounded as her tits, and maybe even a little of her shaved pussy too, as she bent and stepped out of her pants. 

Steam from the running shower already hung in the air and she slid the glass door open to step inside.  Instead of closing it, she left it open.  Her mother would have a fit about the little beads of water splashing onto the floor tile, but Sasha didn’t care.  It would dry.  Even if it tipped her hand, she wanted Gavin to see.  If she couldn’t touch him, and he couldn’t touch her, she wanted him to see
everything. 

Her body glistened beneath the steady stream of water—she’d made sure to keep the bright light over the mirror on, in spite of the bright sunlight streaming through the window.  She moaned softly, letting the hot water soak her hair, running in streams down her naked body.  Her pussy throbbed, but she took her time, reaching for the soap and lathering it in her hands. 

She didn’t look up, but she could almost feel him watching the path her hands took, soaping her arms before she cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, soaping those too.  She spent a long time there, teasing her nipples with her fingertips, even pinching and twisting them.  That elicited a soft moan from her throat and a hot, pulsing need in her pussy.  She longed for a cock—
his cock. 

Fuck.  Yes.  Gavin’s cock. 

She was cupping her mound, thinking about her stepbrother’s cock.  And he was watching her.  There was a little shaving mirror hanging over the head of the shower that her stepfather used to save time in the morning and it gave her a miniaturized, hazy version of her stepbrother.  But it was enough.  She saw him unbuckling his pants, letting them drop.  She saw him push down his boxer-briefs to cradle his cock in one hand. 

Sasha finished soaping up and stood under the spray, running her hands all over her body, exploring every inch, every crack and crevice.  It was a far more thorough shower than she ever took when she was alone, and since Gavin had watched her before, he probably knew it.  She was tipping her hand again, but she didn’t care. 

She wanted him to see. 

Presenting her ass to him, she bent over, making sure her legs were parted.  She thought she heard him gasp, but maybe it was just the hiss of the shower.  There was a caddy on the tile floor with her shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream, a razor.  She took out the latter two, turning to put one leg up on the ledge.  She opened herself up like a butterfly, applying the cream and carefully shaving everything, from ankle to pussy.  She kept just a little tuft of hair at the very top of her mound.  When her pussy was smooth, she grabbed the massaging shower head off its holder and began spraying herself off. 

In the little shaving mirror, she saw Gavin stroking himself.  God, she loved the way he did that, leaning with one hand against the door frame, his cock in the other.  She continued to pretend that she was completely oblivious to his presence, putting her leg up again, knee out, parting her now-smooth lips with her fingertips.  She hoped he could see her pussy, how swollen it was, how pink and pretty inside. 

She stroked her folds, so fat and thick, then she circled her clit, moaning softly at the sensation.  But it wasn’t enough.  She wanted to be filled.  What she really wanted was her stepbrother’s gorgeous cock pounding her into oblivion, but if she couldn’t have that, she was going to have to find something else that would do. 

Sasha reached over and plucked a long, thin bottle of one of her mother’s skin care products off the shelf.  It was almost empty—some sort of face wash—and the bottle was long and thin, not unlike the dildo Sasha had tucked away between her mattress and box spring.  It didn’t have a rounded head, but it would have to do. 

Leaning back against the tile, foot still up on the tub edge, knee up against the open glass shower door, Sasha parted her pussy lips with the bottle.  She worked it slowly in, moaning the whole while, imagining him pushing his cock into her.  That beautiful fucking cock.  He was tugging furiously on it, watching her fuck herself with the bottle, faster, harder.  In her other hand, she held the shower head, and she pointed the pulsing spray at her cunt. 

“Oh fuck!”  she cried, rocking her hips, feeling them bucking all on their own.  “Yes!  Pound my pussy!  That’s it!  Fuck me hard!  Oh God, that’s so good!” 

Glancing in the shaving mirror, she saw her stepbrother fisting his cock, squeezing the head hard in his fist before starting to pump again.  His hips were moving too, like he was imagining the same thing she was.  Gah!  She wanted him.  She wanted him buried in her pussy, fucking her so hard she couldn’t breathe. 

“Oh, that’s it!”  she moaned, moving faster, harder, the spray from the pulsing, massaging shower head going everywhere as she nestled it between her swollen lips, focusing right on her clit.  “Fuck!  Make me come!  Oh, I want you to shoot your fucking cum in my cunt!  Do it!  Come for meeeee!” 

Sasha shuddered with her orgasm, her pussy snapping around the thick bottle stretching her open, and she wished it was his cock.  Her clit throbbed, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she came, and all she could think was
Gavin, oh fuck, Gavin, I want you, I want you, I want you. 

She had to bite her lip, hard, to keep from calling his name as she climaxed, the force of her orgasm pushing the bottle out of her pussy.  It clattered to the tile as she rocked against the pounding head of the shower massage.  And still, it wasn’t enough. 

Instead of looking into the shaving mirror, instead of keeping up the pretense that she didn’t know he was there, she lifted her eyes and saw him furiously stroking his cock, his eyes raking over her convulsing body.  It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen and it made her gasp out loud when his cock exploded, a thick stream of his cum splashing against the dark wood of the bathroom door. 

And he was looking at her.  Right into her eyes.  Everything inside of her contracted, expanded.  She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from crying out, watching her stepbrother moan and shoot his cum, fucking his closed fist, but looking at her like he wasn’t just imagining pounding into her, he was imagining pounding right
through
her, into the stratosphere. 

“Gavin,” she whispered. 

In that moment, everything changed.  They were no longer co-conspirators.  They weren’t pretending.  He saw her, and she saw him. 

He stood there for a moment, head down now, panting, his cock still in his hand, steadily leaking cum onto the jeans at his ankles.  Sasha looked at him, wanted to go to him, but she couldn’t move. 

Instead, she reached for the handle of the sliding, glass shower door and pulled it slowly closed.  She put the shower head back on the holder, standing under the hot spray, trying to catch her breath, trying to clear her head. 

But all she could see in her mind’s eye was Gavin. 
He’s your stepbrother. 
Gavin. 
You can’t have him. 
Gavin. 
This is so wrong. 
Gavin. 
You aren’t actually thinking about doing anything about this, are you? 

Gavin. 

When she finally dared to glance up, the door was closed. 

He was gone. 

She couldn’t use his hair as an excuse—she’d actually cut it a little shorter than usual, which he’d been grousing about for days—so she told him she needed more practice with the straight razor.  Leaning against his open bedroom door, she looked at him reclining, barefoot on his bed, wearing just jeans and a white tank top.  He had one of those ridiculous beanies on and his nose buried in some sci-fi book with a half-naked illustrated redhead on the cover. 

“Come downstairs, I need practice with my razor.”

“So you can cut my throat?”  he snorted, not looking up from his book. 

“Come onnnnnn.”  She sashayed into his room, over to the bed.  He still didn’t look up so she ran a hand over his stubble.  “You need a shave, and I need the practice.” 

“Where’s your mom?”  Gavin turned his head, pulling away from her touch. 

“I don’t know.  Junior league?  Ladies auxiliary?”  Sasha rolled her eyes.  “Probably with the tennis pro.  That’s a cliché I don’t even want to consider.”

Gavin gave a little laugh.  “All right.  Let me finish this chapter.”

“Perfect.”  Sasha beamed.  “I’ll get everything ready.” 

She already had everything ready.  But was
she
ready? 

She had to be.  What she was about to do wasn’t just an acknowledgement of what they’d been doing for months.  This was a leap.  She was about to jump off a cliff. 

When Gavin came through the kitchen door, Sasha was sitting on the counter wearing only a smock.  He stopped, blinking at her as she parted the seam of the smock—she’d put it on backwards for just this purpose—pushing the material over her shoulders, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath.