Stepbrother Desire

by Nikki Wild

  But there was so much more to it than that. It wasn’t like she’d be helping him through an adoption or talking to her mother about the possibility of fertility treatments. She’d be taking her mother’s place, in a way—a way that was purely sexual and utterly deviant.

  The worst part was that she was actually considering it, and that in some sick way, it sort of turned her on.

  What would it be like to commit the unthinkable, the forbidden, the taboo? What would it be like to seduce her stepfather, to carry his child, and to help raise it right under her practically-absent mother’s nose?

  Kayla didn’t hate her mother. She might not have understood her very well, but she was still her mother. She just knew a good deal when she saw one, and she thought that maybe she could remind her mother of the importance of her family in the process of setting herself free.

  She looked at Carter, at his handsome, chiseled face. He could’ve been a model, if he’d wanted to, showing off his body in the name of Calvin Klein. She could just imagine him up on a billboard downtown, his rippling abs, hard pecs, and smoldering eyes on display for everyone to see and envy.

  She licked her lips, tasting the slick, strawberry-flavored gloss spread across them, and pushed herself up onto her hands so that she and her stepfather were mere inches from each other.

  “I think that I know a way to get you what you want,” she said softly, afraid that if she spoke too loud, it would shatter the reservoir of courage she’d mustered. “A way that benefits us both.”

  Carter looked into her eyes. Kayla noticed he was breathing a little heavier, and there was a flare of desire burning in his gray eyes. “I know,” he whispered back. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Kayla, because I’m thinking it, too.”

  Kayla swallowed hard. She hadn’t expected him to catch on to her—not before she’d begun, anyway. Trembling, she watched as her stepfather swept his hand slowly up her leg, approaching the shaven mound between her thighs, the one just barely covered by the sheer panties he’d caught a surreptitious glance of earlier.

  She knew he was still thinking of that moment. She hadn’t been able to keep it out of her mind, either. She closed her eyes, quelling the nerves inside of her as Carter grazed the coarse pads of his fingers over the seam of her underwear.

  “Jesus,” she whimpered, biting hard into her lower lip. “We’re… we’re really gonna do this…”

  “Not if you say no,” Carter murmured. She could feel his hot stare on her, could feel the embers of his eyes burning into her flesh as he exposed her thighs inch by inch.

  Kayla shook her head. “Don’t stop,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “Please, Daddy. Don’t stop…”

  He shuddered at the word “Daddy,” and Kayla smiled and bit her lip. This was going to be even dirtier than she’d thought.

  She let her stepfather push her skirt up around her waist, revealing her hips and the flat plane of her taut belly. Carter sucked in a breath through his teeth, trailing his fingers over her skin and winding them into the waistband of her panties. He slowly tugged them aside, his gaze fixed on her smooth, glistening lips, dewy with the evidence of her lust.

  “Have you… had boys before?” he asked her as he parted her folds, exploring the pink petals gingerly.

  Kayla moaned softly, tilting her head back so that her long, golden hair spilled over her shoulders. “No, Daddy,” she said, spreading her legs a little wider so he could see. “No boys… And never a man like you.”

  She felt her nipples harden into perky buds as Carter wetted his finger in her silken desires, then slipped it into her hole, making her gasp as she took him in up to his knuckle. Another finger soon joined the first, and Kayla writhed on them, curling her toes as Carter worked them in and out, teasing her sweet spot with every pass.

  His breathing grew labored. “Kayla… baby… are you sure?”

  She nodded, looking up at him through her lashes, unable to hide her naughty desires any longer. “Please,” she panted. “I don’t want you to stop. I want this, Daddy. I want you to be my first, and I want your baby inside me. Make me pregnant, set me free, give us both what we need.”

  Carter grunted, winding her panties around his fingers before tearing them clean off her deliciously curvaceous hips. Kayla gasped. She’d never known her stepfather could be so aggressive. She kind of liked it.

  No—she really liked it.

  He wasted no time in pulling down his jeans, revealing his tight, designer boxer briefs and the bulging package within them. Kayla stared at it, her pulse rushing in her ears as it hardened, creeping up toward the top of his waistband as he brought his stepdaughter’s ruined panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed.

  “You smell so sweet,” he told her, peeling off his briefs and unleashing the beast they’d been hiding. “God, I need to be inside of you.”

  “Then come inside, Daddy,” Kayla begged him, licking her lips as his stiff, thick cock pulsed between his legs. It was so fat and veiny, a real man’s cock.

  Carter’s cock wasn’t like anything she’d seen before. It spoke for itself. It needed no introductions, no grandstanding, no explanations as to why it was as incredible as it was. It was huge. Kayla could see that with her own two eyes, and the feeling it inspired deep inside her cunt was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She wondered if it would even fit!

  “Don’t make me wait,” she begged him, reaching out for Carter’s dick with greedy hands. “Come on, Daddy. Put it in me. I wanna have your baby. Please, Daddy… please…?”

  He’d said that if she did the things her mother did, she could have anything she wanted. As if to prove his point, Carter gave into her, climbing on top of his horny, young stepdaughter and sinking his swollen cock into her tight, eager hole. There was the slightest moment of hesitation as he reached her delicate barrier, but it was over in a flash as he impaled her body and tore through her hymen.

  “Fuck!” she cried, gripping his shoulders with her nails. She stared into his eyes as he dug in deep, forcing himself in all the way up to his base. When his balls made contact with her ass, Carter shivered and wrapped his stepdaughter up in his arms, cradling her to his body as he began to move frantically, desperately in and out of her. The pain and pleasure were too much, causing her eyes to roll back and her pussy to clench down hard around his huge shaft.

  “Goddammit,” he gritted, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

  Kayla buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering and whining as her stepfather took her, forcing himself again and again into her tight channel. She bit hard on her lip, stifling her impassioned cries as her walls gave way around him, welcoming his shaft inside of her with every thrust.

  “I need it so bad, baby girl,” he told her, his voice strained with a carnal fever. “It’s been so long since I got to fuck a pussy this tight, so long since I got to unload inside one… Ohh, Kayla, I need to fill my little girl with my cum!”

  Kayla shrieked, dragging her nails down her stepfather’s back as he pistoned in and out of her. She wrapped her legs high around him, crossing her ankles over his back and allowing him unfettered access into her hot, wet depths.

  “Yes, Daddy!” she wailed, sinking her teeth into his neck. “I want it sooo bad! Don’t hold back, Daddy. Let me take care of you the way Mommy should…”

  Carter grunted, a deep, guttural sound that came out more animal than human. He grabbed Kayla’s hair, forcing her head back as he looked into her face, grinding his teeth in an effort to keep from spilling inside of her right there and then.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, his cock already pulsing against the walls of her pussy. She obeyed, meeting his intense gaze, watching the struggle to hold back the tides of his lust play out on his face. “I want you to watch me, Kayla. I want to watch my baby girl’s face as I cum.”

  Kayla nodded as best she could with her hair bunched in his fist, fluttering her lashes and licking her lips as her stepfather thrust
to completion inside of her. He gave a strangled roar just before his tip burst, sending jets of searing hot cum into Kayla’s horny cunt.

  “Yes!” Carter cried, and Kayla stared at him in awe, feeling his cum pooling in her pussy. There was so much of it. She was sure it was filling her womb right at this moment, creating the life that would allow her to have one of her own.

  When he finally stopped, he pressed his head to her chest, catching his breath as Kayla reveled in the sensation of having been filled below him. What he’d given her was so much sweeter than any orgasm. She felt completely, wholly satisfied, and she knew that this was just the beginning.

  It didn’t take long for Carter to get Kayla pregnant. With her mother gone so often, they had plenty of opportunity to fuck in every room of his huge house, and soon she was happily breaking the news after waking him up with a long and deliciously deviant blow job.

  Her mother was less ecstatic about the whole thing. Of course, Kayla and Carter had concocted a story about some boy at school knocking her up, which kept their affair a secret while allowing Kayla plenty of reason to want to put the baby up for adoption. Carter convinced her mother to take care of the child, instead, and since Kayla would be living at home for the foreseeable future after changing her major from business to the arts, she’d basically have her daughter to serve as a live-in nanny.

  She had no idea that Kayla and Carter were raising the child in tandem, but that was really for the best. While the baby would surely grow up to call Kayla’s mother “Mommy,” it was a small price to pay for the freedom this had afforded her. She could now pursue the kind of life she’d always wanted, which meant she had little reason to keep drinking and partying to excess. More than that, she’d forged a close relationship with her stepfather, one that kept her cumming almost every night her mother was away.

  Sometimes, she wondered if there was another child in their future. That one might be a harder sell for the both of them, so they had to be careful not to push their luck with Kayla’s mother.

  Still, it was tempting, and there was nothing like a little risk to get Carter and Kayla horny as hell. This was a dangerous game, they knew, but one they were only too happy to keep playing. After all, Carter had always believed in wise investments requiring some degree of risk. This one just happened to be a little sexier, a little more taboo, than most.

  And it was an investment that kept paying dividends. Her future was an open book, and she couldn’t wait to draw the story across its pages. It might not have been a traditional happily ever after, but it was every bit as wonderful, and it always would be…

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  I’m Nikki Wild, and I live in Southern California with my cat, my loving husband, and a genuine creeping fear of bad wine. I’ve been writing independently for three years now, and I’m in love with my readers every bit as much as I’m in love with my words! Every story I release brings me joy and pleasure, and knowing I’m able to spread a bit of that happiness to others makes every day of my life just a little bit better.

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  Here’s a little taste of “STEP GUARDIAN”:

  Part of me wanted to beat on him with my fists, push him away, take out on him what I couldn’t take out on Caleb. But another part of me needed this, needed to feel my stepbrother’s strength and sheltering caress. Instead of avoiding it I surrendered, gripping his back and burying my face in the heat of his chest, inhaling the scent I’d grown up with, the one that always made me feel so safe.

  “You’re always saving me,” I muttered, my throat clenching as I tried not to cry again. “You’ve always been there for me, Kennith. I’m so sorry I’ve let you down…”

  Kennith cupped my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes. I’d never seen such sincerity. “I love you,” he said to me. “I mean it, Colette. I’d do anything for you. You know that.”

  I did. Kennith had always been there for me. He’d protected me from my stepmother’s wrath and my father’s devotion to her. He’d made me feel wanted and loved when no one else could bother. He’d always been the one I could rely on, my secret-keeper, my one speck of truth in a world full of lies.

  I didn’t know why at the time, but I did the unthinkable then. I knew it wasn’t right, but I wanted it more than anything else. He had always given me such comfort. He’d always looked at me in ways that Caleb never did.

  Hardly knowing I was doing it, I leaned forward and kissed my stepbrother right on the lips.

  The instant our mouths collided, I expected him to pull back. I envisioned him recoiling, a look of disgust upon his handsome face. Maybe he’d send me back to rehab, or to some other facility where they treated damaged goods like me. Whatever the scenario, when I imagined Kennith’s reaction, I thought of nothing good.

  I lost myself in the feeling instead, in the sweltering heat of his mouth, the delicate shape of his lips, the caress of his breath against my nose. I tried to savor that moment, tried to let it entangle me and grow in my heart, but the anxiety would not budge and I had to open my eyes and know.

  I had to know what would happen now. I’d crossed a line, and I needed to know if Kennith was coming with me.

  He didn’t draw back. His eyes were open too, gazing into mine, but I didn’t see rejection there. Then he hesitated and I withdrew, allowing him to say:

  “Colette… are you sure? I mean, you’re…”

  “Damaged,” I finished for him. “I know. But I need you, Kennith. You’re the only one who understands me, the only one who makes me feel whole and alive. I need that right now. Tonight. You’re the only one who can give it to me. Please…”

  Kennith looked at me. It was not the way a brother should look at his stepsister. But then again, Kennith hadn’t looked at me in a brotherly way in a very long time.

  There had always been something between us. I knew it was forbidden, something to be ashamed of, and yet I’d never thought of it that way. What Kennith and I had, or could have, seemed pure. When I looked at him, I saw the eyes of a lover, a confidant and friend. We weren’t of the same blood. Why should it matter?

  Though we’d never spoken of it freely, Kennith appeared to feel the same way. Tentatively, he closed his mouth over mine again, and I stumbled backward toward the bed, leading him with me until I felt the edge of the mattress against my thighs.

  “Don’t say anything,” I urged him. This was too perfect. I didn’t want anything to ruin it. “Please, just be mine tonight, Kennith.”

  Though I’d bidden him not to, Kennith spoke anyway. “Always,” he said. Somehow, that made it more perfect than it already was.

  He li
fted me onto the bed, tugging my shirt up over my head and letting my wild hair fall down around my shoulders. He slid his hand up into it along my nape, bringing me in for another kiss against his candied lips, his free hand tracing the curve of my waist as I reached behind to unclasp my bra.

  My breasts fell free and I discarded the thing, pressing against his chest skin-to-skin for the very first time. It was electrifying and soothing all at once, as though we were two puzzle pieces figuring out just how to fit together. I moaned, unable to stop myself from reaching down to see if he felt the same way.

  His stiff cock greeted me, pressing through the flimsy fabric of his pajama pants. I gripped it, running my thumb along the tip and just underneath it, feeling the sensitive ridge that made him squirm and groan. I pumped him in my hand gently, letting the material caress his shaft as he pulsed and throbbed, balls tensing with each pass.