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

“He's in Dubai all this month.”  The older woman reached down to grab the bulge at the front of Evan’s jeans.  “Why do you ask?  Going to write my authorized biography?” 

“No,” he said with a smug grin, his arms cradling the woman’s behind as he picked her up.  “I just don't want to be fucking your firm little ass when Mr.  Heisman blows a shotgun round into my brainstem.”

Faye gaped at the way he just lifted her like that, how she wrapped her long, tanned legs around his waist.  He still had her up against the wall. 

“Can’t have that happen.”  She peeled his tight t-shirt over his head and Faye gaped at her stepbrother’s body.  She hadn’t seen him naked—even shirtless—in years.  He’d been working out—another secret?  His abs were like a washboard.  Not that she could see enough of them with the woman wrapped around his torso.  And she had to admit, she wanted to see more. 

What in the hell is wrong with me? 

“Fuck, Callista!”  Evan hissed when the woman twisted his nipples, one in each hand. 

“Pay attention to
me
.”  The blonde—Callista—pouted.  She turned his head back from where he was staring out the bedroom window.  “What, you think my husband hired a private dick?  That what you’re looking for out there?” 

Faye realized, before he even said so, that he was looking for her, checking to make sure she wasn’t skulking around, looking in windows.  But he was looking in the wrong direction. 

“Ha ha, dick.  No.  My sister’s in the car outside.”  He turned with the woman in his arms, carrying her over to the four-poster bed.  Faye looked at the broad, strong muscles of his back, the bulge of his biceps.  “Has me slightly distracted.”

“Wouldn't want you to get too sidetracked.”  Callista half sat on the bed, opening her robe.  Faye got a look at her tits, which, for a woman her age, were pretty impressive.  Evan was looking at them too, rubbing the bulge in his jeans.  “So I guess we have to be quick then?” 

“We got a little time.”  He glanced toward the door and Faye froze, sure he’d see her.  “She’s got her phone.  Electronic babysitter.” 

“Then come to Mommy, big boy.”  Callista dropped the robe entirely and sat to undo Evan’s belt. 

Faye’s breath returned slowly, her heart still hammering in her chest.  She realized she must be far enough back in the shadows that he hadn’t seen her when he glanced at the open door.  Thank God.  She couldn’t imagine what in the world she’d say. 

She knew she should turn around and just go back to the car and wait.  But watching as Callista stripped Faye’s stepbrother of his jeans and boxers made her belly burn, her ass clench.  Faye’s jaw dropped when Evan knelt up on the mattress, hanging onto the top of the four-poster bed while the woman jerked him off.  He was like a Greek god, a bronze sculpture, his body lithe and trim, his abs flat and hard. 

And not bad under the hood,
Faye thought, licking her lips as she watched, fascinated, as the curvy blonde began to suck his cock.  Choking sounds came from her mouth while she worked to enclose her lips around his monstrous instrument.  Evan let out a low groan, his hips moving in time with the woman’s motions. 

“God, I love your fucking dick.”  Callista pumped him in her fist, her tongue sliding down to his balls.  She rolled and sucked those too, and Faye bit her lip, watching Evan’s head go back, consumed with pleasure. 

“I aim to please,” he said, gasping as she grabbed his hips and turned him, pushing him down on his back on the bed. 

“That’s what you’re here for,” the woman agreed, straddling him. 

Faye expected Callista to impale herself on that perfect cock—
I would. 

The thought simply rose up and she covered her mouth against a gasp. 

What the hell am I thinking? 

But no—Callista slid up higher, straddling Evan’s chest, then positioning herself over his face.  Now it was her turn to hang onto the four-poster while Evan buried his face between her thighs, his hands on the woman’s ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh. 

“Fuck, baby boy, your tongue is heaven!”  Callista cried. 

Faye watched the woman’s breasts bounce and sway—they were heavy and full—as she rode Evan’s face like he was a bucking bronco. 

But she was even more fascinated with Evan’s glorious cock.  It pointed up at the ceiling, his hips rocking all on their own as he licked the woman’s pussy.  His poor cock was in serious need of some attention. 

What if I just stroked it a little?  Put the head in my mouth?  I mean, what would it hurt...

Faye swallowed down her thoughts as best she could, but they stuck somewhere in her middle, burning like a little ball of fire.  Her nipples hardened under her sundress, even as she cursed and gave herself an inner lecture about twisted perversions and sickness and incest and what the utter fuck was she thinking? 

“Oh fuck!  Yeah!  Make Mommy come!  Oh I’m gonna come all over your face!” 

Mommy?  What the hell! 

Faye watched the woman shudder and quake, her quivering shaking the whole bed, her screams filling the house.  Good thing no one was home!  The neighbors had probably heard that and called the cops! 

Then the woman was climbing off his face, reaching into the night table drawer.  She pulled out a condom and flung it onto the bed.  Then she grabbed a tube of something and tossed it to Evan.  He was wiping his face with the back of his hand, but he caught the tube. 

“What’s this for?”  But it seemed he knew, because he was already up on his knees, rolling on the condom and squeezing a copious amount of the lube onto his cock. 

Jesus, that made it look appetizing, Faye realized.  More appetizing.  It was like putting whipped cream on a sundae.  It made her lick her lips. 

“You know what it’s for.”  Callista put her ass up in the air, shoulders down onto the bed, and reaching back to spread herself with both hands. 

It was way more than Faye wanted to see and she shrank back, but she didn’t go.  Because her gaze skipped over to Evan, kneeling behind the woman and stroking his slick, shiny cock as he positioned himself. 

“Ready to fuck Mommy’s ass, baby boy?” 

Jesus Christ. 
Faye bit her lip to keep from crying out—with horror or arousal or fascination, or something, she wasn’t sure what—and her hand went, without another thought, to cup her aching mound through her sundress. 

And then he was really doing it.  He was putting it into her ass.  It was something Faye had heard about—some of her girlfriends did it in lieu of penis-in-vagina sex, keeping themselves technical virgins—but had never in her life imagined doing.  But Evan was doing it.  With some strange MILF. 

What the ever loving fuck was her stepbrother into? 

“Ooh, that’s good!”  the woman panted.  She was already rubbing her pussy, from underneath.  “Fuck!  You’re so big!  God, I love that cock!”

“So you’ve said.”  Evan gripped the woman’s hips, grimacing as he slid himself in deeper.  Almost like he was in pain, although Faye knew it couldn’t hurt.  At least, not him.  But the woman didn’t seem to be minding it either. 

“Arrogant little bastard.”  Callista let out a little laugh.  “You ready to earn your money?” 

Money? 
Faye’s nose wrinkled at that.  More games? 

“Always.”  He pressed in, oh my God, he was all the way inside her, he’d just disappeared!  Faye gaped, wide-eyed.  Where did he go?  Her clit hummed, tingling, begging her to touch it.  “Yee-haw, motherfucker.” 

“Ha.”  Callista moved her hips against his, grinding back.  Her hand worked furiously between her legs.  “That’s right, baby boy.  You’re gonna fuck Mommy’s ass soooo good.” 

“Ahhh, so tight,” he gasped as she started to move.  Evan’s fingers dug into the sides of her ass as he met her rhythm.  “Mmmm, your fucking ass is so tight.” 

“So tight...  what?”  Callista murmured.  Her eyes were closed, a half-smile curling her lips, clearly enjoying the ride. 

“So tight...  Mommy,” he panted, pushing in faster, harder.  His cock was slick and made wet sounds as he drove into her ass. 

Mommy again
—the game they played, clearly. 
This is so fucked up. 

But for some reason, the taboo nature of the whole thing made her dripping wet.  Faye was breathing so fast, so loud, she thought they must be able to hear her.  With one hand she rubbed herself, through her sundress and panties, the other tweaking one of her achingly hard nipples as she watched her stepbrother fuck this MILF’s ass while he called her Mommy. 

“That’s Mommy’s good boy,” Callista purred, working her ass back on his wet cock.  “Fuck me, baby boy!  Fuck me hard!  Ohhhh!” 

Faye whimpered, watching the scene, an unintentional but very aroused voyeur.  There was no question she was going to stay the course now.  She was going to stay and watch, see how things ended for her stepbrother and this woman. 

“Gonna come again for me, Mommy?”  Evan panted, driving in deep and hard.  The whole bed shook under the movement.  “I’ll be a good boy, I won’t come anywhere you don’t want me to and make a mess...  I promise, Mommy.  I’ll be your good boy.”

“Oh fuck!”  Callista bucked and arched, her body shaking.  “I’m coming!  Oh I’m coming!”

Evan pumped into her hard, working her ass with his cock as the woman screamed again with another orgasm, beads of sweat rolling down his chest and belly.  He was gorgeous, and Faye could barely contain herself.  She wanted to lick those drops of sweat off his abdomen.  God help her, she did.  More than that, she wanted to taste him.  She didn’t even care where his cock was—where it might have been—she just wanted it. 

“Evan, you are a fucking treasure,” the woman murmured into the mattress as he withdrew his thick, meaty cock.  That’s my good, good boy.”

She rolled over, yanking off his condom so she could get to his flesh.  Evan groaned when she did that.  Then she took him in her hand, pumping fast. 

Faye watched, her mouth dry, pussy dripping.  She was afraid she was going to soak the front of her sundress if she kept worrying her clit through it so she pulled it up and shoved her hand down the front of her panties.  She muffled her own moan against the wall when her fingertips touched the fat, swollen lips of her cunt. 

“Such a good boy,” Callista purred, manipulating the length of his shaft with an expert precision, up and down.  Her finger and thumb circled the velvety head, swollen and massive as she pulled and tugged at him. 

“Oh God, Callista, I'm gonna come,” Evan cried. 

“Come all over Mommy, Evan.  Yes!  That’s my good, good boy!  You want to make Mommy proud, don’t you?” 

Evan made Mommy proud and astonished his stepsister with the amount of cum that erupted in great spurts from his huge cock.  Faye whimpered as her fingertips just grazed her clit, setting off her own explosion of fireworks between her legs.  Her knees buckled and she slid down the wall as she came too, watching Evan shoot a white-hot geyser of cum up over the woman’s tits.  She didn’t stop pumping, making him cry out and arch, head going back as she worked it all out of him, all of that hot, salty semen mixing with their sweat and lube. 

“Mmm, such a good boy!  That’s even more than last time!  Have you been saving up?”  Callista asked with a playful smile.  “Come on, let's wash up.  I'll leave the money on the night stand.”

Faye didn’t move for a moment—couldn’t.  Her knees were too wobbly.  But once they started talking about getting up, she knew she had to, so she forced herself.  Her ears were still ringing from her climax and her pussy felt like something fat and swollen between her thighs.  But she couldn’t get caught in here, spying on Evan.  He’d never forgive her. 

But she did see one thing before she started tiptoeing out.  She saw Callista put money—actual bills—on the night stand.  So it hadn’t been a game after all.