Sexy Stepbrothers (14 page)
Authors: C.C. Amore
I lowered myself back down, hugged him and kissed his face, trying to heighten the bliss that his entering into my tight channel was causing me to feel. I grabbed his hair and pulled it as the sounds of my body slamming against his filled the air in the light of the fireplace.
My grip around his head grew so tight I became afraid I might hurt him. To try to contain the pleasure he was causing me, I needed something to hold and I grabbed the blanket and squeezed as hard as I could.
The same way the fire raged before our eyes, the raw fire inside us was spreading. I lifted my head up to heighten the sensations. Andrew, having sensed what was happening, grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head backward as he kept pounding me forcefully.
My legs tightened around him and I was squeezing him inside my passage as hard as I could from the overwhelming bombardment of pleasure from being filled to the rim. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I could no longer keep in the moans.
They escaped my lungs one after the other as each wave of orgasm ravaged my body, jerking and spasming my muscles.
Seeing my pleasure, he kept thrusting faster and harder.
“Oh, god,” he moaned.
My passage constricted around him just at the peak of my bliss and he joined me in my moans of lust. His once rhythmic thrusts changed to longer and deeper movements and his hands forced me down on him even more forcibly than before.
The fact that I could not move away from his thrusts caused me to erupt for the last time. My hollow contracted again and again around him and made my whole body tremble from pleasure.
Hot, thick and wet juices spurted from him and filled my tightness as he moaned and staked his claim inside me.
I crumbled down on top of him, panting from the exertion of the passion we had gone through. We embraced in the dim light of the stars and the fire. The crackling of the fire was soon the only sound heard in the room.
He took my head in his hands once again and kissed me on my lips. The same nerve endings that he had melted with his first kiss fired again like fireworks as my mind was filled with pure bliss. I had been with a man I loved and it was more intense than in my deepest fantasies.
He began to retract from inside me, causing me to feel insecurity I hadn’t felt before. I was missing a part of him when he wasn’t inside me.
I began crying on his shoulder. Tears were quickly running down his body and making their way all the way down to the hardwood floor.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” he said.
“No, it’s just,” I took in a deep breath trying to speak between bursts of crying, “This is something that is frowned upon.” I hugged him tightly, not ever wanting to let go of him. Just the thought of not having him near me, of not feeling him inside me, was making the bliss I had just felt seem so far away.
He pulled my head from his shoulder and looked me in my eyes. “What just happened, what both of us had wanted for so long only confirms what I had known for so long. I only want to be with you.”
I kept staring at him, not knowing what he meant by that. I was no longer crying, but the tears were still dripping down my cheeks.
“We will find a way,” he said, “trust me.”
Right at that moment, it was clear to me that nothing could ever come between us. Nothing.
I wiped away the tears and crawled into his chest…
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Love thy Stepbrother
I watched him talking with his friends on the other side of the room. He looked relaxed, laughing and joking with his buddies. He had changed a lot in the last few years. Once he had gone away to college, the ‘boy’ that had returned was different. The confidence of the young handsome man he had become had finally caught up with him. I bet all those girls he had in college were the reason for his new-found confidence.
I sighed.
I sat with my friends in a circle on the living room floor, gossiping about the crushes everyone had. I couldn’t tell them about my real crush, so I made up a lie every now and then to stop them from prying too much.
They wouldn’t understand.
He leaned against the wall, his hands nonchalantly in his jean pockets, as if posing for a magazine. His short black hair was stylized, following the latest fashion.
Argh.
Why did he do this me? Sometimes I thought he always made sure we had direct line of sight between us at all times, as if to tease me into looking at him. But why would he do that? For all I knew, he still thought I hated him. And in fact, I had told him that many times when we were growing up together.
And that name of his, Joshua. I ‘hated’ him even more for having such a cute name.
It had been obvious to all my friends that the Joshua that had gone to college was not the same one that had returned. They had noticed the same changes I had. His shoulders were broader, he had grown even taller and the once obvious signs of puberty had long since disappeared. Now he looked like someone from a model magazine.
I bit my lips thinking about him, watching him talking with his friends. I even found myself twirling my long brown hair looking at him. Such a cliche, but I had a habit of doing that whenever my thoughts took me away from the rest of the world because I looked at him.
My friends had already decided which one of them would be the first to have a change of seducing him. If I only had been able to take part in their discussion about the pecking order. But they had left me out of it, for the obvious reasons.
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Love thy Stepbrother
C.C. Amore
This title has been previously published as “Love thy Step”.
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Excerpt
I could no longer keep my desire caged and grabbed his tight ass with both of my hands, working my way up and down his firm butt. Oh, it felt so good! And I was craving for even more. I needed more.
“I see you want it too,” he whispered.
“Just a little,” I managed to say between my heavy breathing.
He slid a finger between my ass cheeks, tracing down the fabric of my jeans. The ecstasy of someone touching my pussy, even if it was trough the fabric, was enough for the pleasure building inside me to start bubbling over.
I leaned in closer to him, hugging his chest as he continued to stimulate my most private parts. When his hand reached my nub, the sparks that flew from my pearl relentlessly bombarded my every sense.
Lightning. Fire. Avalanche.
No words could be used to describe the feeling of someone touching your most sacred part, of being slowly tormented to ecstasy by the determinate touch of a sexy man.
“Aah,” I moaned every time his hand hit my sensitive spot.
I was deep in lust when I realized he had opened the buttons on my jeans and that he had slipped his hand down between my legs. My exposed pearl soon received the delight of his fingers touching it. The bliss of my peak being explored by his fingers made me struggle for breath.
Love thy Stepbrother
I watched him talking with his friends on the other side of the room. He looked relaxed, laughing and joking with his buddies. He had changed a lot in the last few years. Once he had gone away to college, the ‘boy’ that had returned was different. The confidence of the young handsome man he had become had finally caught up with him. I bet all those girls he had in college were the reason for his new-found confidence.
I sighed.
I sat with my friends in a circle on the living room floor, gossiping about the crushes everyone had. I couldn’t tell them about my real crush, so I made up a lie every now and then to stop them from prying too much.
They wouldn’t understand.
He leaned against the wall, his hands nonchalantly in his jean pockets, as if posing for a magazine. His short black hair was stylized, following the latest fashion.
Argh.
Why did he do this me? Sometimes I thought he always made sure we had direct line of sight between us at all times, as if to tease me into looking at him. But why would he do that? For all I knew, he still thought I hated him. And in fact, I had told him that many times when we were growing up together.
And that name of his, Joshua. I ‘hated’ him even more for having such a cute name.
It had been obvious to all my friends that the Joshua that had gone to college was not the same one that had returned. They had noticed the same changes I had. His shoulders were broader, he had grown even taller and the once obvious signs of puberty had long since disappeared. Now he looked like someone from a model magazine.
I bit my lips thinking about him, watching him talking with his friends. I even found myself twirling my long brown hair looking at him. Such a cliche, but I had a habit of doing that whenever my thoughts took me away from the rest of the world because I looked at him.
My friends had already decided which one of them would be the first to have a change of seducing him. If I only had been able to take part in their discussion about the pecking order. But they had left me out of it, for the obvious reasons.
“Amanda, what do you think?” Sarah said.
I turned around to look back at her.
“W-what? I couldn’t hear you over the music.” Hopefully she didn’t notice who I stared at.
“Shouldn’t we start with the game already? I want to have a go with a certain someone,” Sarah said, making lustful eyes towards the boys, Joshua, Sam, Adam and Joe, at the other end of the room.
There were five of us girls sitting and lying on the floor. It’s a stereotypical for us to just lay around gossiping while looking at magazines and talking about boys.
It was the highlight of the week whenever there were enough cute boys hanging out with us so we could play our little game. And we were about to play it tonight.
“Yeah, most definitely,” I said.
“Yuuhuuu,” Sarah winked at boys, “are ready for some cute girls?”
All of us girls waved at the boys to get their attention. I played along, despite knowing I really didn’t have any interest in anyone other than him. But the one person I couldn’t have, the man I had grown up with, had insisted on playing with us tonight.
We had grown up together fighting almost constantly. That is until he had left for college a few years ago and had come back looking like the way he did tonight.
I had kept telling myself I just missed fighting with him, but I knew that wouldn’t explain the sensations in my body whenever he stood close to me. That didn’t make any sense. The truth, in hindsight, had been obvious and now I’d be stuck keeping my feelings locked up inside me. It didn’t help seeing him smile all the time.
I wanted to rush into his arms and kiss him.
But there are some fantasies no one ever gets to have. I had to stop thinking about him. I could manage that. I had to.
The boys came to our little circle, spreading out evenly between the girls. Joshua walked behind me and the hint of his cologne filled my senses with memories of him.
Oh, how I had missed him over the years.
“Where are the cute girls you spoke of, Sarah?” Joshua said, looking around with a puzzled expression.
His voice has deepened considerably while he had been away and I found myself mesmerized just listening to him speak. It was stupid to let myself get farther into my fantasies, but the logical part of my brain just couldn’t stop my heart wanting him.