Fraud: A Stepbrother Romance (14 page)

My nipples are so hard I think they are
going to just fall off my body.

Derek reverses us, again, picking me up so
fast my head spins.

He’s so strong!

He lays me back down on the bed, now on my
stomach, as he begins to fuck me, his cock barely weakened after my blowjob.

Derek fingers me in my asshole, and wets
his hand with some spit, and rubs between my drenched legs, using my own pussy
juice to ease his way.

I feel my ass clench, and try to relax.

Then, as the tip of his cock brushes it,
my rosebud opens, slightly and reluctantly, to him.

He’s going slow, and being gentle, and I
love him more than ever for that.

I reach up between my legs, which are
sopping wet. I caress his balls, and then rub myself.

There’s some pressure as the head enters,
and widens my hole. I feel my muscles grab him tight, and he slides in, ever so
slowly, taking his time. There’s a little pain, but it mixes with all the
pleasure into a blur of sensation in my brain.

I finger my clit, reaching another orgasm,
that has me clenching down on his rock hard tool, and then he’s moving faster
and faster, into my ass.

It feels fantastic, and I squeeze my
nipples in turn, pulling them with my slick fingers, licking the juice off and
then doing it all over again.

My head is spinning from all the wonderful
sensations, melding into a continuous ride of the utmost ecstasy.

Derek wraps my hair in his fist, and pulls
my head back as he rams into me from behind. I lift off of the bed, my tits
heaving and bouncing against my body, and I scream out his name.

He comes, again!

The man is a stallion!

*****

We fuck for hours.

Derek uses all of me, over and over again,
and I am in ecstasy from it.

I ride him, and he fills me completely.

During our interludes, Derek’s seed drips
slowly from my holes, and I nuzzle his unbelievable cock with my lips. I love
the way it tastes, so salty and musky, and sweet.

We decide to take a shower to give our
worn out parts a rest, and the water feels delicious on my body, cleansing me.

I wash my hair, scrubbing my skin clean
and shiny.

Derek helps with my hair, and we take
turns lathering up and rinsing it.

I offer to clean Derek, and he takes me up
on it.

It turns into a major event, as I suck him
while the water washes over my head, Derek holding me behind my head, running
his hands through my clean hair, in between thrusts.

Then he washes my back, and breasts, and
the friction heats us up again.

We collapse on the bed, in terrycloth
robes, with towels wrapped around our hair.

Giggling and laughing, we can’t keep our
hands off of each other.

Soon, I’m ravished again, Derek’s almost
superhuman strength making me quiver once more. I’m concerned my moaning and
noises of pleasure are going to make someone call the front desk to complain.

I muffle my moans against his strong,
muscled shoulder, and bite him as I come.

He nuzzles my neck, and tells me he loves
me.

I grab him, hugging him tight, never
wanting to let him go, but knowing that we need food. I push him away, and kiss
him hard, then grab the phone and dial up the concierge.

Room service arrives and keeps us alive
with champagne, caviar on toast tips, and lobsters. There’s clam chowder, and
prawns, and even some escargot.

We feast on this bounty from the ocean,
and feed bits to each other.

I toast Derek, and he sips from my cup.

We eat on the bed, not worrying about any
messy eating habits.

I lick some tartar sauce from Derek’s
finger, slowly sucking it off, my tongue tracing the length of it.

He smiles, and grins, and then laughs at
my antics.

I decide it’s time to show him who’s boss,
and spread my robe open, giving him full access to my nakedness.

I pour a little bubbly onto my body,
between my breasts, and it slowly drips down to my belly button, filling it.

Derek comes over at my command, and
obediently licks the effervescent liquid from its natural cup. It tickles, and
my giggles cause a small spill.

I pour some more, and it drips down past
my navel, into the spaces between my legs.

Derek’s suddenly very interested, and he
puts his head down there, and sucks and licks the bubbling, golden fluid.

I keep pouring, and he keeps licking and
swallowing. I laugh, thinking he’s going to explode like a water balloon, if I
keep it up.

Instead, he’s suddenly fingering my pussy,
and using his other index finger to lightly touch my rosy bud.

His tongue works its magic on my love
button, and slides back and forth, on either side of my swollen clit.

Then, taking my clit gently in his teeth,
he moves it and chews my pussy.

The feeling sends me rocketing into yet
another climax, and it’s a long time before I can regain my senses.

Derek must be the most accomplished lover
in the world, I tell myself.

I lay there, silently thanking the Lord
for saving him for me.

Derek sips a bit more champagne, this time
from one of the crystal goblets that came with the bottle.

He’s sitting on the bed, looking like the
statue of a god, a perfect athlete.

His cock is lying along the length of his
strong leg, and I think that it looks a little lonely.

My mind tells me that I should certainly
keep it warm, and hug it.

With my mouth...

So, I do.

*****

I love it when Derek pushes into me. The
slick friction, whether it’s in my mouth, pussy or ass, and the pleasurable
pressure as my skin expands to take all of its massiveness into my body sends
me to places I never dreamed.

He goes on for hours, always making sure
to keep my pace, and never hurting me.

Whether he just massages me, or strokes my
arm or leg, he’s constantly whispering reassurances.

I know he loves me.

I love him.

Does it get any better?

I can’t imagine how.

DEREK

Megan is the most amazing woman I’ve ever
met.

Her body molds to mine in a way that we
become one. I can’t stop wanting to love her, to hold her tight, to fuck her
when she begs me to.

Of course, we make love, for hours at a
time.

But, then there are those moments when her
wild side comes out.

Like the anal sex.

And the spanking.

And, she tells me she once had a tongue
stud, and regrets letting the piercing heal.

She sticks out her tongue and shows me,
and I chuckle.

I grab it with my mouth, and slowly suck
on it, until she her breath is coming up short.

I guess my fingering her may have also
contributed to that…

Then, she’s going down on me, again,
swallowing my entire length, and almost choking to death, it seems.

But, she pushes down even harder when I
come, greedily drinking my jism, every drop.

She kisses me, slyly having kept a bit in
her cheek, and I can taste my juices mingling with her own.

It’s intoxicating.

We make love, and fuck and shower and wash
each other.

Then, we just lay next to each other,
looking in our eyes, seeing the reflection of a perfect match.

Soon, more lovemaking.

And then, it’s time to eat.

Megan turns it into a veritable feast,
using the food to arouse me, teasing me with her crazy wiles, yet again.

She shows me a side of her that I never got
to see when we were younger.

I never suspected the depth and intensity
of her passion when I had stayed with her for those months, years ago.

Had I known, I wouldn’t have left. Wild
seahorses couldn’t have dragged me away.

And they won’t now.

I love Megan.

I’m grateful that we are finally one, and
that we know our true feelings for each other.

I pray that it will never end.

*****

Too soon, Randy and Walt and the Old Man
are calling for me to report for duty. I am totally not wanting to go, but it’s
my job.

I tell Megan not to worry, she will be
safe here, for as long as she needs to stay.

She hugs me tight, and kisses me long and
hard, and then tenderly.

I want her to know that it’s all going to
turn out all right for us.

That she has nothing to fear.

Then, I remember Peg.

*****

DEREK

When Blaise didn’t even call me or
anything, it was weird.

Our mother had been killed in a horrible
accident.

You would think he’d try to reach out for
some manner of closure.

We’d never been very close, but still.

The man was my brother. Well,
step-brother, as it turns out.

Even though I wanted to go to the funeral,
my duties had me stationed in Key West that month.

Megan managed to entertain herself
somehow, but I couldn’t call her.

I counted on Sandra to keep an eye on
her. 

She’d agreed to let Travis know if
anything happened. But, Sandra did have other duties, as well. Concierge at a
first-class hotel takes some doing.

Megan had dyed her hair and cut it
shorter, and took to wearing tanning lotion.

She looked enough unlike her old self that
I hoped it would disguise her and keep her safe while I was out working.

Another assignment took precedence for the
Alpha One Team.

We were using “Fat Albert”, the DEA
surveillance blimp, to follow drug boats as they met with motherships out
amongst the mangroves and coral islands near Long Key and Duck Key.

While I was down there, I had time to
think over the situation some more.

I loved Megan, and worried that King was
going to get to her somehow.

And, the more I thought about it, the more
I felt bad we didn’t do more to help Margaret.

I was never a big fan of Peg, primarily
because of how she had treated Megan so poorly.

But, there was another reason.

She wasn’t my biological mom.

When I joined the Navy, of course I had to
go through the usual security background checks.

As I went higher and deeper into it, the
checks became more complicated, and thorough.

That’s when I discovered that Margaret
wasn’t my birth mother.

I was surprised, but not very.

She’d always favored Blaise.

I’m pretty sure he was hers.

They had the same facial structure.

Plus, they shared that nastiness gene.

The Navy has policies regarding adopted
persons, and tries to maintain the anonymity of parents when it can.

Because I was going for SEAL training,
they uncovered a discrepancy in my records.

I never had been told I was adopted by my
parents. When I found out, I decided it would be best to just keep playing
along.

I’m not sure if my stepfather didn’t know Peg
wasn’t my mother, because he’d adopted Blaise and me, but never said a word.

And, of course, Megan never knew either.

*****

My being adopted did explain some about
why Blaise didn’t get along with me or Megan.

He was always ragging on us, and running
to Peg when we began to tell our side of the story.

That came to an end one day when I just up
and slugged the little shit.

Megan and I were teens, and had been to
the lake to go swimming.

I think we were all around fourteen or
fifteen. Blaise was older than me by a year or so.

Maybe he’d been spying on us.

I really don’t remember.

Suddenly, he was there.

He was an ungainly boy, and tended to be a
bit overweight.

All right, I’ll just go ahead and say it -
he was a fat slob.

Anyway, Blaise suggested we skinny-dip,
but Megan didn’t want to.

“Suit yourself,” he’d said, and stripped
to his tighty-whities.

He made a huge splash when he hit the
water, soaking us both.

We all splashed around for a while, and
then Megan got out to go lay down and sun herself, I guess.

I decided to try to see how far I could
swim underwater, and spent the next ten minutes playing submarine.

I was coming up for air on the far side of
the pond when I heard a yell.

I ducked under, swimming back towards the
shore.

When I came up, I couldn’t see them, so I
went back under and swam on.

I got out of the water, shaking my head to
clear the water from my ears.

Next thing I know, I hear some noises and
then Megan screams.

“Blaise, you idiot! Get off of me! Now!” I
heard.

Then, I heard her sounding more panicked.

She was grunting, and I heard Blaise
making some weird noise, like panting.

Well, that was enough!

Blaise had been forever picking on Megan,
and I wasn’t having any more of that.

I ran over to where they were, behind some
of the pines and brush.

Blaise was wearing only his underwear, and
for some reason it was not totally covering him up. In fact, it was pooled
around his knees.

His tiny cock stuck out like a dead worm,
and flopped on Megan’s leg.

He’d pinned Megan to the ground, and her
clothes were all disarranged.

We had been swimming at the pond earlier,
and I figured maybe the water made their clothes not fit well.

Maybe that was it, I thought.

In any event, he was on top of Megan, and
she was trying to bite him, snarling like a tiger.

“Get off of her, you bully!” I’d yelled at
him.

“Fuck you, asshole!” he shouted back.

His flab jostled around, and he looked
like a pale pile of Jell-O.

He got off of Megan, and stepped towards
me.

He pulled up his underpants, and his
little dick poked the fabric from underneath.

There was something about how Megan looked
- angry, frightened, and then she was crying and seemed embarrassed all at
once.

“You lousy cunt! You can’t fuck at all!”
said Blaise.

So, I slugged him.

In the face.

Hard.

He fell back, whimpering like the little
bitch I knew he was.

Megan jumped up and started pummeling him,
and kicked him in the nuts.

He howled like a banshee, and then we ran
off, leaving him cupping his balls while he yelled.

We ran, and Megan grabbed me and gave me a
quick kiss, and then started laughing.

We laughed all the way back to the house,
knowing we were going to catch royal hell from Peg and Dad.

It didn’t matter to me.

Megan was radiant, her torn clothes barely
covering her newly sprouting breasts.

(My own discovery of my penis and how good
it felt sometimes was swept aside by the joy of running alongside her, loving
that way she smiled at me.)

Her face was splotchy and had some dirt on
it, but I didn’t care.

We got back to the house, and washed up.

That was the first time she kissed me.

And, just before she closed the bathroom
door, she reached over and kissed me full on the mouth. A second kiss!

Two in one day!

“Thank you, Derek! You’re my hero!” she
said.

Then, she closed the door.

*****

It’s too bad my stepfather couldn’t seem
to manage to make things easier between Megan and Peg. I don’t know what his
problem was.

Blaise remained distant from me, and then
he’d gone off to college.

*****

While I was down in the Keys, I thought a
lot about King and Peg, and why they’d hooked up.

It was odd, to me, that Peg had been
dating Robert King for quite some time.

As far as I could remember, he just wasn’t
her type.

Oh, he had money, but she had some
inclination of being a social climber, and also a vague sense of good taste.

I don’t know what she had seen in him.

I am sure I knew why he took her on,
though.

My memory triggered again, and I got a
brief flash of Sam Parker, falling overboard.

I shuddered.

Although it came up as a matter of our investigations,
the most the Feds could come up with was that she liked to shop and go out to
lavish spas and have nice dinners.

“Typical gold-digging behavior,” said
Walt.

I wasn’t all that thrilled with how he
categorized Peg.

She wasn’t my favorite person.

But, she’d made her choices after my
stepfather had died.

And, I knew about her and Sam Parker.

Something in my memory triggered, and
suddenly I knew how King was running his operation.

Sam Parker was one half of the solution,
but Peg had been the other!