STEPBROTHER Love 2

Joshua

My nervous system shattered at her touch, and tingling bits of it scattered throughout my body.

We kissed… again…

We groped…

I was about to perform a sex act on my stepsister…

And then she dropped the V-bomb.

Virgin.

Cali was a freaking virgin!

Cali

There was so much we might do, it made my head spin, my heart race, my flesh tingle and flash with molten heat.

But should we?

And if we did, what then?

And what if he only wanted me for the sex, just for the two weeks our parents were on their honeymoon?

What if he didn’t love me like I love him?

STEPBROTHER LOVE 2

I. Scarlet

Copyright, 2015

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Cali

I couldn’t believe how quickly it had happened.  One minute we were playing ball—I was afraid at first Joshua was letting me win, but not only was that
so
not like him, but I started to realize I really was better than him.
Hmmm…

That was interesting.

Made me wonder why my new coach was being so hard on me.

Why I seemed unable to do anything right when I was around him.

And then it started to thunder, and then it started to rain…

But all I could think about was Joshua, because Joshua was kissing me.

No, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was ravishing me, like in those heated romances I couldn’t stop reading, like in the movies I’d been sneaking out to watch since I was sixteen.

Overwhelmed… I was overwhelmed by Joshua.  His body against mine, his mouth on mine, his hands grabbing and pulling me to him, tighter and tighter.

I hadn’t given the rain or the storm any mind.  But then that lightning hit so close I could feel it, could smell it—and that horrible thunder blasting like explosives.

Joshua picked me up by my butt, making me squeal as I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling the hardness of him against my core, only some fabric separating his hard flesh from my…

Oh god, how was I going to have sex if I couldn’t even say… pussy.

Pussy.

Vagina.

Vajajay!

And then we were in the house, and he had his shirt off—god, he should walk around with his shirt off all the time.  Next thing I know he had gotten my shirt off, my pants in a wad on the tile floor of the kitchen, and he was kissing down my breasts. 

Oh god, this was happening… this was really happening.

Was this what going insane feels like?

My bra just magically fell off; Joshua’s hands so nimble I hadn’t even felt him undo the clasp.  And as if he had some sort of gravitational pull, my bra fell from my shoulders and my breasts were just suddenly bared to him.

Good god in heaven, I was practically naked in front of my stepbrother.

My chest tightened, not letting me breathe.

But then Joshua licked my nipple.  It was warm and wet, and his tongue was… I don’t have words to describe what his tongue was like. It was rough and smooth and more than a little electrifying. 

He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around my nipple, his tongue swirling around it—it hardened, and moans started escaping my lips.  His warm, strong hands cupped my breast and gently caressed it as he sucked.

My whole body tightened up like a spring, as if every lick and suck… and goddamn nibble of my nipple were winding me up, so I could spring up in the air like some orgasmic jack-in-the-box—or explode.

That mouth, that tongue, those nipping teeth, they started moving down my ribs, further south, and then over the sensitive flesh of my stomach.

I felt his hands on my hips, catching the straps of my panties with his fingers.

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

We were really going to do it… we were really going to have sex.

Part of me knew that was exactly what all this had been heading for: the flirting, the kiss, playing basketball—
again
—right where that first kiss had happened. What else had I expected to happen?

But this was Joshua, and I… I freaking loved him.  Was
in love
with him.

I didn’t want to disappoint him.

I grabbed hold of his head, that full, black mane of his, every muscle in my body tightening.

“Joshua…” Good lord, I was going to ruin everything, again… “I’m a virgin.”

He looked at me from between my legs, a more beautiful creature I could never imagine.  His mouth was open, his lips shiny from sucking on my nipple, his eyes predatory, heated with want and desire.

I gasped.  That want and desire was for me.

He licked his lips and I swear I could feel him licking my nipple again.

“You’re a virgin?” He sat back on his knees and stared at me with doubt blossoming on his face.  “This isn’t a joke, is it?”

I shook my head, afraid my voice would betray me.  I wanted to be with him so badly it was causing a physical pain inside me, in places I didn’t even know could hurt.

I ached for him.

He looked away from me, and I could tell his thoughts were going a million miles an hour.  I usually liked the look his face took when he was thinking.  Not that he was a genius… but his thoughts were usually pretty different, original.

My thoughts?  Well, they were almost solely revolving around Joshua right now.  Well, there was this one, giddy little thought slipping through my head about how I had beaten Joshua at hoops.  That thought was making me pretty happy inside.  And Joshua was making me happy on the outside.

His eyes darted left, then right, and then he stood up, his eyes locking with mine again.

“Are you sure you want to do this… with me?”

Of course I wanted to do this.  “I’m sure.”

He moved a fraction of an inch closer to me.  “So you want me to be your first?”

“Yes,” my voice was no more than a whisper, but yes, I wanted him to be my first, my only…

My last.

I reached out and touched his face, my fingers tracing his jaw, and then sliding across his mouth, those soft, thick lips.

“I want you to be my first.” 
And only you.

He shook his head and then scooped me up off the counter, carrying me in his arms out of the kitchen.  “Jesus Christ…” he growled, and before I knew it, he was carrying me upstairs.

I clung to him and he kissed me as he crested the stairs and marched us right to his room.

He kicked wide the partially open door,  There were clothes tossed here and there, and the bed was unmade, but when he lowered me down onto it, and I was enveloped in his scent, I didn’t care what the room looked like.  It was Joshua’s room and I loved it.

I loved him.

He stood up and looked at me, staring like he was entranced.

I realized I was covering my naked breasts with my hands, so I let them drop off to the sides of my body, revealing me to him entirely.

He dropped to his knees by the bed and pulled me by my hips so I was pressed against his crotch.  I could still feel him, still hard and denim clad, against my bottom.

His hands were rough as he grabbed my panties and pulled them off me, up and over my legs.  He took them and held them to his face, and slowly inhaled.

I could hardly breath as I watched him scent my panties, and then drop them to the floor as he looked down at me as if he was about to eat me alive.

Hungry.

His hands pulled open my knees, and he looked down possessively at my sex.  I felt my heart beating a hellish rhythm as he leaned in and kissed his way down the inside of my thigh.

I watched as his head dropped slowly into my lap, my breathing coming in ragged gasps as he kissed and licked closer and closer to my pussy.

I wanted to scream when his hot breath tickled the mound between my legs.  And then, so very slowly, he lowered his mouth and kissed me there.  First one chaste kiss.  And then a longer, sweeter kiss.  And then he kissed my pussy with tongue.

I threw my head back and called out his name.

Joshua… Joshua… Joshua!

His tongue… oh that quick, slick tongue…

He licked up one side of me and then down the other, alternating sides up and sides down, until my legs fell open and my mind went blank.

With a lick and a gentle sucking action, he took part of me in his mouth, just as he had with my nipple, and sent me into orbit.  Not a part of me was touching the ground anymore.  I was floating in a wordless, undulating cloud of pleasure.

I grabbed at the sheets, my head thrashing against the mattress as he feasted on my gasping, gaping pussy.  I wanted to turn inside out, as if something was building up inside me, ready to claw its way out, to explode.

And then I felt it, all that need and want and pleasure he had given me… it had indeed been building up inside me, around me, and now it was beginning to churn and turn back to me.  A great, terrible wave was churning out in the ocean of my mind and body, and it was beginning to move toward me, back to me.

Joshua licked deep inside me.  He sucked and nibbled and kissed my pussy until I was grabbing and scratching at his shoulders, his head, grabbing handfuls of his short copped black hair.

The wave was barreling down upon me, huge as it crested and kept to its course—straight for me.

Oh god, please… let me perish under this tide.

And then it hit me, full on, hard, pounding, drowning me in pleasure so deep I thought I’d never surface again.

What a way to go…

The room started to come back into focus.

Joshua’s room.

And there was Joshua, staring at me from between my legs, his mouth bruised and shiny with my juices.  His eyes still burning with desire, with unquenchable hunger for me.

I felt a stirring of fear.

Could he truly consume me?

Leaving nothing left of me?

But all thoughts of that scattered as he leaned down and licked my navel, kissing and tasting my flesh as he moved his way up to me.

I wanted to kiss those lips, taste myself on him.

I took hold of his face and drew him to me, until our lips were joined again, and I licked up into him, 

It was his taste, of raspberries, and another intoxicating taste.

My pussy.

I gasped as his hand clamped over my quivering sex.  In moments he was rubbing that hand back and forth over my pussy, strumming something important, something I’d never realized was there. It was the thing he’d sucked into his mouth.

His thumb stroked at that part of me, and I could feel that terrible, thrilling wave of pleasure beginning to build again. 

Joshua broke off our kiss and stared into my eyes as his finger drew little circles around my vagina. 

I gasped some more, feeling breathless as his finger teased at my opening and slowly, oh so slowly, pushed its way inside me.

I felt my pussy contract around his finger, hard, trying to will that digit further inside me.

His finger slid further inside, making my gasps and sighs turn to full throated moans.

He pulled his finger from me and I begged him to put it back in.

He brought that finger up to my mouth, “Suck it.”

I opened my lips and took it into my mouth.  I tasted myself on it, and sucked all the harder because of it.

He smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile.

Smug…

I almost recoiled.

I knew his smug smile all too well.

It usually happened right before the other shoe fell.

But then he pulled his finger from my mouth and replaced it with his mouth: his lips and tongue devouring mine as his finger thrust back inside me, and then he thrust another finger into me as well, both fingers working in and out of me, dragging breathless moans and cries from my lips.

He ate those cries, those moans, and redoubled the pleasure he was causing me by using his thumb to rub and worry that sensitive nub he’d been licking and sucking and stroking earlier.

Hell, it had only been moments ago, but it seemed as if hours had passed. 

As if I was sliding back and forth in time.

I wanted him inside me.

I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life.

I pulled away from his kiss and whispered in his ear.

“Fuck me, Joshua.” I felt a wall crumble inside me.  I had never said that word before in my life, not out loud… not even in my head. 

It felt good rolling off my tongue.

Because it was what I wanted him to do to me.

Joshua leaned up, panting as he looked down into my eyes. 

“I want you inside me,” I said, my hands gliding down the smooth, tan flesh of his chest, over his rippling stomach, and then down to the button of his jeans.  “Fuck me, Joshua… fuck me now!”

He took a breath to say something, but I slid my hand down into the waistband of his jeans, finding him hard and huge.  He gasped as I took hold of his cock, his eyes fluttering closed as I gently stroked him, feeling him throbbing in my hand, the flesh so soft, but what was inside it so hard.  Like a muscle in itself.

I let go of his cock and started to unbutton his jeans.

I needed him out; that hard, wondrous piece of him needed to be free.

It needed to be inside me.

I had the button undone in moments, and then I pulled down his zipper.

Joshua’s hard cock flopped out of his pants, veiny and rock hard, and beautiful.

Just like the rest of him, his erect cock was perfect.