Stepbrother Want (2 page)

“Do you think about sucking my nipples, Andrew?” she asked innocently, tugging at the bottom of the bra just enough that her nipples popped out.

I nodded weakly.

“I was thinking about you doing that when I was in the shower.” One hand cupped her breast, squeezing the round flesh and pinching her nipple until it came to a hard point. Her right hand dipped between her legs, rubbing herself through the denim. “I was thinking about your mouth on my nipples, sucking them and biting them.” She moaned softly as she watched me with half closed eyes. “You should have seen me, baby. I was leaning against the shower wall, just trying to not fall over while I pumped three fingers in and out of my pussy. It felt incredible but it just wasn’t enough to make me come. After a few minutes, I gave up and went into my room for my vibrator. When I saw you in the hallway. . . I kept wondering if you could smell my pussy and how wet it was for you.”

Jenna unclipped a hook I hadn’t noticed hidden between her breasts. The bra popped open and those perfect tits swung free. She shrugged out of the bra and left it on the floor by my feet before leaning forward. “I couldn’t get that vibrator into me fast enough. I was so close and all I could think about was you sucking on my nipples and then sliding your dick in between my breasts.” A wet spot had formed on the front of my boxers, the fabric sticking to the head of my cock where the pre-come had soaked it. Jenna’s mouth hovered over that spot, her hot breath making me shiver. “I want you to fuck me between my tits and then come on them. I want your come smeared all over my tits and my face.” Jenna sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, her saliva further dampening the fabric as she sucked.

My balls tightened, and I knew I was dangerously close to blowing my load into her mouth before she even got my boxers off, but my sexually liberate, Cosmo reading stepsister had a few tricks up her sleeve. Her hand gripped the base of my cock and squeezed, and the urgency to come right at that moment receded.

Jenna took her mouth off my cock long enough to order, “Not yet” in a teasing tone and yank down my boxers before she dove right back in.

Her mouth was an inferno of wet heat, and she sucked my dick like she had been poisoned and I was packing the antidote. Her cheeks were hollowed and the loud slurping sounds she was making sounded sexier than the overenthusiastic moans of the videos I usually spent my nights watching.

My Jenna excelled at sucking dick. She had a goddamn 4.0 GPA with honors in cocksucking. She could get scholarships for this. Magna Cum Laude indeed. That soft pink tongue swirled around the head of my cock like I was her very favorite ice cream flavor before she opened wide and took me down to the root. If there was a gag reflex anywhere in her, I wasn’t seeing it.

She took her mouth off me just long enough to duck her head lower to lick the seam of my balls before lavishing one and then the other with thorough licks and sucks. I could feel my balls tightening and I knew my orgasm was imminent. Before I could even open my mouth to stammer a warning, Jenna pulled her head back and grasped my cock in the perfect grip and started stroking me to completion.

“That’s right, Andrew,” she cooed. “Come for me.” The first jet of my come landed squarely on her nipple. She leaned forward, brushing the head of my cock with those perfect round globes, never pausing as she milked my dick and painted creamy stripes across her tits. The last drop landed on her swollen pink lips and she looked up, meeting my eyes and slowly licked her lips.

I slumped back on the bed, kicking off the pants and boxers tangled around my feet and ripped off my shirt, pulling Jenna on top of me. She wiggled out of those skintight jeans, and crawled on top of me, leaving herself just clad in her red panties.

“Do you want to see what’s inside these?” she asked, shyly pushing one side of the panties down over her hip.

“You know I do.”

“Do you want to see your stepsister’s pussy?”

The forbidden words went straight to my cock. Even someone as horny as me will take a few minutes to get it up again after coming, but the dirty, nasty words she was spouting made me want to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

“I want to see my stepsister’s pussy,” I replied, grabbing the other side of those red cotton panties and pulling them down her hips. “I want to lick her pussy.” I rolled the back down, revealing her toned ass to my gaze. “I want to fuck her pussy, and come inside. I’m going to fill you up with my come, and I don’t care if I knock you up.” I pulled the panties the rest of the way off, and started at that shaved porn star pink pussy, the lips soaking wet and open like a flower.

I pushed her back onto the bed and settled myself in between her splayed legs. I lowered my head and licked a stripe up the center of her slit, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of her juices. “Oh oh Andrew!” she groaned, her hips bucking upward at that slight touch. I flattened my tongue and continued to lick as much of her as possible, starting below her pussy and following the curves of her body until I reached her clit. I pulled apart her lips to expose that swollen little nub and started flicking my tongue over it, quick touches that were giving her just enough friction to drive her crazy but not enough to make her come. Her juices were flowing down her thighs and I idly thought that we’d need to wash the comforter when we were done.

My dick was hardening already, and I thanked whoever might be listening for the refractory powers because there was nothing in the entire world I wanted more than to ram my cock into my stepsister’s wet pussy.

I kissed my way up her body, pausing to suck at those perfect tits on the way and tasting the sharp flavor of my own semen clinging to her skin. Finally I settled on top of her and the hard line of my penis rested between her legs, the head pressing against her opening.

“Fuck me,” she said, tilting her hips towards me and causing the head to slip inside her. I froze. I was inside my stepsister. Her juices were dripping down my shaft and she was wiggling beneath me, trying to make me move. I shook myself out of the reverie and plunged forward, burying my cock to the root in her wet heat.

“God Jenna you feel fucking incredible.” Her cunt was like a wet, hot fist gripping my dick. Every thrust took me deeper into her, and her inner muscles clenched around me, gripping me and pulling me deeper and deeper.

“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!” She chanted my name, her voice catching as every thrust jarred her body. I slid my hand between our bodies, finding her slippery clit and massaging it with my thumb, increasing the pressure gradually until she screamed - actually, legitimately screamed - my name as she came. Her entire body arched up of the bed, and I could feel her coming from the inside.

“Baby, come with me,” she gasped. “Fill me up with your come.”

Certainly not one to disappoint a lady, I rammed myself into her, the deepest thrust yet and came, having the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt like my soul was spilling out through my dick.

Afterwards, we were both laying on the bed, exhausted and sweaty. My dick was still buried inside her. I slowly pulled out and flopped on the bed next to her. Her legs were splayed apart and I could see white globs of my come clinging to her folds.

“I know we should have been more careful,” she said, following the direction of my gaze. “I just wanted to feel you come inside me so badly.”

We dressed silently, each lost in our own thoughts. I watched her pull on her panties, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to rip them back off her, throw her down on the bed and keep fucking her until neither of us could move anymore. Until her body was so filled up with me that she could never forget her stepbrother’s touch.

***

We spent the rest of winter break sneaking around behind our parent’s back. Blowjobs in closets and sly glances at the dinner table were common. One night, I got incredibly daring. The whole family was watching “A Christmas Story” in the living room. Jenna and I had claimed the loveseat and my perpetually cold stepsister had a plaid fleece blanket spread over both of us. Under the cover of the fabric, I snaked my hand down the front of the yoga pants she wore and pressed one seeking finger against her clit, keeping my eyes on the screen the entire time.

I hear her sharp intake of breath and I felt the flesh under my finger start to moisten. She shifted in her seat and opened her legs slightly wider. I dipped my finger lower, pressing against her center and spreading the moisture upwards. She shivered.

My Dad started chattering on about something in the movie, and I talked to him, having a good-natured argument over some random trivia. Jenna sighed softly and I felt the tremors roll through her, a small orgasm but the fact that I had just made her come three feet from my Dad made my cock harden.

I watched the rest of the movie with my dick stiff and aching in my pants. Jenna kept her hand on it, unmoving, but the proximity was enough to keep me hard. As the movie was drawing to a close, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the couch and Jenna followed suit.

The credits rolled, and I could hear a soft chuckle from Jenna’s Mom. “Neither of them can ever stay awake through a whole movie,” she murmured. The TV clicked off and I heard footsteps recede as they went upstairs to bed.

I opened my eyes when I felt Jenna unzip my pants and finally FINALLY free my throbbing dick. She stood up and, with her back to me, pushed down her yoga pants, showing me her tight ass with a hot pink thong clinging to them. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on my lap, pushing aside the soaking wet crotch of the thong and plunging my dick into her.

Jenna bounced up and down on my cock, riding me hard. I tangled my hand in her hair and yanked her head back, nipping her neck and fondling her tits while I fucked her. The old loveseat creaked under our activity and I was so close to coming, but I just need more. I flipped Jenna over, pressing her face down into the musty fabric of the cushion and slammed into her. I grunted as I started to come and Jenna’s muscles clenched, milking my cock of every last drop.

That was how we spent almost every day that break. I got to know every part of my stepsister’s body and she tasted every part of mine. We still saw each other on holiday breaks, and we still slipped into closets and bathrooms for secret fucks, and my girl graduated to a Summa Cum Laude in dick sucking.

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The day everything really started was one of the rainiest days we’d had in months. Muddy footprints covered the hallway from uncaring executives, and the last thing anyone wanted was the big boss seeing the floor filthy. The janitorial staff was busy with a clogged toilet upstairs, so guess who had the duty of crawling on her hands and knees with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex? Me, that’s who.

Trent walked in while I was crouched on the floor, my skirt riding up my hips as I scrubbed at a stubborn patch of mud.

“You look good on your knees.”

I snapped my head around, ready to verbally eviscerate whoever was crude enough to make a remark like that. When I saw who was standing there my reply died in my throat and my cheeks flushed hotly. He couldn’t have really said what I think he said. “I was just cleaning up the mud,” I said quietly.

“Continue,” he said, stepping around me without another glance like I was a scullery maid and he was some kind of medieval lord. A few years ago, I would have out some comment about me being just as worthy of attention as he was, but the biggest part of me was focused on how wet my panties were from what he had said.

Trent thought I looked good on my knees.