OBSESSED WITH MY STEP (TABOO NOVELLA) (5 page)

Nick was naked on the washer.

“What the fuck...” I started to say.

He froze. He had his cock in his hand and was wearing my cotton panty around his face, like a mask, the dirty gusset directly over his nose. He jumped off the washer, his cock still in hand.

“I was missing you...”

I didn’t know whether to squeal or laugh at the sight of him, naked with an erect cock in his hand and my panties on his face.

“You’ve been bad and you’re a freak,” I teased.

“Are you going to punish me?”

“How do you mean?” I asked, then realized what he was implying. “Oh yes, I am going to punish you severely.”

He stood there, still holding his cock, aroused and waiting for me to dole some kind of punishment out to him. My panties hung around his neck. I was excited.

I wasn’t experienced in dominance or submission, but I sure wanted to be in control of things sometimes. I also had been dreaming lately about role play, so this was a perfect opportunity for me to act out a few fantasies.

“Sit on the stairs.” I commanded, pushing him towards the staircase a few feet away.

He sat there with a grin on his face.

“Wipe off that grin.”

He did his best to appear sober.

I lifted my foot to his chest and stepped on him until his back was uncomfortably resting against the staircase. With my hand on the basement wall for support, I moved my foot to his stomach and nudged his hand off his dick. My toe flicked the soft head of his shaft. His reaction was instantaneous, like I had just touched an exposed nerve.

“Do you want me?” I asked. I could feel the pulse of blood in his groin, turning me on.

“Yes, Jena. You know I want you so much.”

He clasped the edge of the stair, his breathing shallow and rapid. I bent and took his cock in my hand, rubbing him up and down. I took my time, and I noticed he was getting close to climax, but my hands were getting tired.

“No! Jena, why’d you stop?!”

“My hands got tired,” I laughed. “And I don’t know if I’m doing this Dom thing right.”

“I’m having fun. Who cares if you’re doing it right as long as you’re having fun?” Nick asked, grabbing me by the ass. “Come here, you bad girl.”

He lifted my sleeping shirt over my head. I was wearing a practical nude bra and panties with knee high black stockings. Yes, I sleep in knee high stocking because my legs tend to get cold at night. I took my panties off his neck.

“Let’s turn the washer on, Nick. And I can give you a fresh pair of panties if you’d like.”

Nick scrambled towards the washer, turned it on, and lifted me onto the humming machine. The vibration on my ass sent shivers down my entire body, heightening my desire for him. Nick pulled my already-wet panties off me.

“A fresh pair,” he said as he dropped my panties into the pile of clothes on the floor.

I teased him relentlessly; my legs spread open, my hands on his cock.

“You’re so hot,” he swore under his breath.

He was standing between my legs, his cock pointing straight at me. He pulled me by my ass and brought me to the edge of the machine, directly in front of his cock. I spread my legs further apart and pushed closer to him.

“Now, Nick. Now,” I said, throwing my hands over his neck and kissing him deeply.

He returned the kiss, his tongue seeking and finding mine with fervor. I needed him right then. He understood my desire and broke off our kiss to find the slit of my pussy. With his fingers, he massaged my folds until he found the opening, and in one shove, the entire length of his cock was in me.

“Fucking tight, Jena. So tight, little sister.”

He slowly thrust into me, his hips gyrating against mine. His hands held my back and pushed me into him. Between the hum of the machine and the force of his thrusts, I was ecstatic. He kept pounding me, his breath quickening by the second. I was moaning in pleasure, my hands grabbing every bit of him that I could. My fingernails were digging into his back and he seemed to enjoy it. He held both of my breasts, squeezing them as his dick glided smoothly in and out of me, igniting every nerve in my body. At the moment I could no longer handle the immense pleasure and was ready to explode, my pussy started contracting against his cock. That seemed to send him into overdrive; he started yelling my name. My pussy kept sucking him in, tighter and tighter.

“Oh gosh, I’m cumming,” he announced.

I was about to cum, too, but I was too delirious to speak out. He pounded me even faster, and in seconds, his moans became grunts as his warm seed shot into me. Within seconds, my pussy began to quiver, and I grabbed the edge of the washer for support as my orgasm came in short spurts, then a full explosion hit me. I lay back on the washer, my head resting against the wall. Nick was still standing between my legs with his head on my breasts. We were spent.

“That was great,” I said after the waves of orgasm subsided.

“This is going to be the best summer ever,” he claimed, planting a kiss on my lips.

CHAPTER 9

We spent the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling at home. Around dinner time, just before everyone was set to return, I started making a dinner of fish, potatoes, and mixed vegetables. I had been used to cooking for two people, so I had to adjust to cooking for five people, including two boys that ate like elephants.

Dad returned and walked into the kitchen.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he called out to me, kissing my forehead. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” I said, avoiding his eyes as if he could read that I had been naughty.

“Hello, Dan,” Nick said to my dad, coming out of the living room into the kitchen area.

“Oh, hello Nick.” Dad seemed a little surprised.

Nick went back into the living room and Dad looked at me and smiled.

“I’ve got to get used to having more of you kids at home. I keep forgetting it’s not just the two of us anymore,” he whispered.

I nodded. “The house is not so quiet anymore and you don’t have to play cards with me anymore.” Whenever I was home, I made Dad play cards almost every night, even when he wasn’t in the mood.

“Indeed,” he replied. “So what have you and Nick been up to today?”

It was a casual question, spoken innocently, but it caught me off guard.

“Oh, you know. The usual. Movies, games. Just getting comfortable with being siblings.” I was hot and flushed and muttering. I hoped he didn’t pick up on my nervousness.

“Maybe Nick will keep that boy away from you.”

“You mean Josh?” I asked knowing full well who he meant. Dad always referred to him as that boy. Josh was the boyfriend I planned to break up with when school started back in fall.

“Yes, how is he these days?”

That was how he always asked about Josh. Politely annoying, but well-deserved. Dad had always known Josh was not the right guy for me, but it had taken me a while to realize that he was super-conceited and just plain arrogant.

“So, he asked me to marry him.” I was teasing and knew the effect it was going to have on him.

Dad was speechless. He looked at me to determine if I was serious. I tried unsuccessfully to hide the laughter bursting inside of me.

“No, Dad. Just kidding,” I said in bursts of laughter. He heaved a sigh of relief.

“Just to let you know, I’m breaking up with him. Don’t tell me I told you so. I know you were right. He’s not the right man for me.” Nick was, but how in the world do I tell Dad and Alyssa that I was in love with my new step-brother?

“Oh sweetheart, this is the best decision you’ve made all summer.” He kissed me again on the forehead. “Everything will be fine.”

If only he knew he was right. Every other decision I had made regarding men that summer was ass backwards. Just then, Alyssa walked into the kitchen and Dad loudly announced to her that I was breaking up with Josh. Her eyes lit up in happiness. I figured they must have talked about Josh and me behind closed doors, wondering if I was going to ever see the futility in dating Josh.

“Jeez, you’d think I announced I just won a million dollars or something.” I smiled to ease the sarcasm in my tone.

“Feels like it to me,” Dad said. I laughed and turned around to stir the pot.

“Something really smells good in here,” Alyssa said, walking over to the stove to see what I was cooking.

The next morning, Nick and I found ourselves alone again and decided to go explore the town. We ended up at the National Harbor in Maryland, which was less than thirty minutes away from DC. The harbor was set on the Potomac River and the boardwalk was populated with hotels, restaurants, art galleries, and shops. We walked around, holding hands like lovers, and stopped for ice cream or a cool drink every so often. It was good to get away from the house and do something other than have sex. We ended up sitting on one of the chairs along the waterfront, feeding the ducks from a bag of crackers, and watching the calm water and people walking by. Along the opposite side of the harbor, there was a yacht show going on, and we planned to stop over there before we left. Our conversation soon turned to Nick’s ex-girlfriends.

“So, what happened to your last girlfriend?”

“She left me.” He didn’t blink an eye.

I looked at his handsome face and wondered why anyone would ever leave him. He was so funny, smart, and caring.

“Why? What did you do to her?”

He shrugged his shoulders before replying. “She met someone else and dumped me. I guess I wasn’t good enough for her.”

“Ha. I see.” I didn’t see how he wasn’t good enough for her, but her loss was my gain. She had left him and I had found him, and I knew what he was worth.

“Why are you really waiting until September to break it off with Josh? Why not tell him over the phone?” Nick asked.

I had thought it over several times and had contemplated calling him and calling it quits with him over the phone, but I thought that was mean and I wanted to wait until I saw him face to face. Unfortunately, he was travelling a lot this summer and it was difficult to get a hold of him. Incidentally, we still talked on the phone frequently, but I had noticed that I was less eager to answer his calls and less responsive to his conversations. I really hoped he would notice my aloofness and break it off with me.

“Don’t know,” I responded. “Just think break-ups are easier in person.”

He looked out at the water and tossed more crackers to the ducks. “You don’t want to break up with him?”

“Why would you say that?” I asked, ready to go into a whole big conversation about how I was done and knew what I wanted, until I realized that I really didn’t know what I wanted. He was right. Deep down, somewhere in me, I was hanging on to Josh because I was afraid of being alone. Yes, he treated me like crap and I needed to get rid of him, but I was also one of those people that needed and ached for companionship, which Josh offered me, especially when we were at school.

“Because you’re hanging onto him,” he replied, sounding exasperated.

It hit me. Nick was jealous that I had Josh on the back burner. Was it possible that he wanted to make sure I was his and his only?

“I’m not, Nick. I have you,” I said and turned toward him to kiss him fully on the lips. He didn’t respond immediately, but my probing tongue got the better of him and he kissed me back, holding me in a tight embrace. When we finally broke our kiss, I realized we were the object of attention for a group of teenagers behind us. They had stopped and were watching our display of public affection. I was flustered.

“Damn, Nick. Those kids are watching us,” I said.

“Well then, let’s give them something to talk about.”

He placed his mouth back on mine and held me tight. I responded, kissing him intensely, oblivious of the jeers behind us.

CHAPTER 10

Most of the summer was uneventful. I stayed home with Nick doing mostly dirty stuff. Sometimes, we did do clean sibling-like things, like going to the museums or wandering around DC. We were extra careful so that neither our parents nor Todd suspected any mischief. We were lovers by day when no one was around and siblings at night. Sometimes, when no one was watching, we would steal a kiss or two in the hallway, the kitchen, or other places around the house.

One evening, as we were washing dishes after dinner and no one was in sight, Nick held me close to his body and kissed me with hunger. I softened in his arms, welcoming his tongue, which parted my lips. I pressed my tits against his body and felt his growing desire pulsing against my stomach. I started to unbuckle his belt, then realized where we were and instantly stopped. I had wanted to taste him so badly, but I had to control myself. We heard a voice behind us.

“Nick? Jena?” It was Todd.

We froze. I wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there or what he had seen, so I was prepared for the worst. I guess I knew the day would come when we had to confess what we were up to.

“You guys want to play cards with me?” he asked casually.

We turned to him, realizing that he had not seen us kissing. The feeling of relief washed over me, and I heaved a visible sigh.