Stepbrother UnSEALed

by Nicole Snow

  Then I hear her voice, like she's calling to me through a tunnel, shrill and otherworldly. “I want it, Chris. Come inside me. Come hard. Come until I can't hold it.”

  Shit! I'm finished.

  Her hair wraps around my hand and I throw the other arm across her waist. Her wrists swing tight in my belt as I smash my hips into hers again and again, so frantic I'm like a stag in mating rut.

  I want to fill her completely, and I absolutely fucking do a second later when my balls jerk, hurling the first hot jet inside her. My cock roots deep. I'm growling, throbbing near her womb, unloading everything between her legs.

  All my tension, all my seed, all the raw shit in my head I've always tried to hide.

  She's torn me open. It's all coming out, and it won't fucking stop, especially when her hips pulse against mine. Her pussy squeezes hard, pulling more come from my cock. Her fingers curl like they're going to snap right off as her lungs stop working.

  It's so tight and hot and wet I lose my damned mind.

  What the fuck just happened? I ask the question in my head when I finally come to.

  We're both panting, trying to recapture the air in our lungs. Thick come trickles down her thighs, mixed with her own cream. I run my hand between her legs to feel what we've done, right as my dick slides out.

  “Chris?” She whispers my name, soft and unsure. “My arms are getting tired.”

  I reach up and unfasten my belt, hurling it on the floor. I turn her around to face me, and we kiss. Her eyes are practically glowing, and I'm hard again in record time.

  I've had my fill of seeing her bound to this bedpost, but I'm not through with her pussy. I strip off the rest of our clothes, mine first and then the last of hers, then lay her down on the big old bed, completely naked.

  The entire evening is a flurry of sucking, fucking, and my hand over her mouth, a half-assed attempt to keep what we're doing hidden. I don't know why I care.

  Kiss by kiss, fuck by fuck, I'm finished playing games. I'm done hiding what I feel from her, and it's only a matter of time 'til our parents find out. Evie has a nose like a feral bitch, and she's going to try to use us against Bruce, try to paint me as the bad guy who defiled his precious daughter.

  I let her ride my cock, holding my hand over her mouth the entire time. She bites me when she comes, and my balls spit more fire, come I didn't know I had. I'm crazed to pump it into her at some wild, animal level I don't understand.

  It doesn't compute, and I can't control it. We barely even speak as our bodies collide, only stopping to rearrange ourselves, one long conversation in flesh and sweat and come.

  I've lost track of how many times she comes, and my own count isn't much better. Only the growing soreness in my balls reminds me of how many times we've fucked, and how much I'm still aching to fill her, fuck her with a fury and intensity beyond any woman I've ever been with.

  She's curled up on my chest when she runs her hand across my stubble. It feels good, natural, as incredible as her soft brown eyes gazing into mine.

  “Maybe you were right about this talk,” she says softly. “You're not just an arrogant fling who's come to screw my brains out, Chris. I wish you'd stop acting like it. There was more there, wasn't there?”

  “I already said the L-word once, babe. You're not getting that shit more than once a day unless you come for me again.”

  She laughs as I slide my hands between the well used softness between her legs. My fingers do all the work, feeling the wetness, the fire, all the pent up energy we've unloaded with our friction. I wait 'til she's almost on the edge before I break down and say it.

  I jerk her by the hair, one ear close to my lips, loving the way she always fights me by twisting her head. If this keeps up, the poor girl's gonna be bald before summer.

  “In case you didn't figure it out yet, Delia, I fucking love you.”

  I don't let her say it back. She clenches her jaw and tries her best not to scream as my fingers fuck her, stroking her clit, sending her over the edge into a whole new storm of blinding ecstasy.

  Somewhere in the maelstrom my hand pulls away. I flip her over on the bed, pin her hands over her head, and shove her legs up. I fuck her hard and fast, sending her into another blizzard somewhere between consciousness and dumb pleasure.

  I can't believe I said it. Hell, I can't believe I didn't say it sooner.

  Her body's been working its spell on me all summer, binding me to her a little more each time we fuck.

  It's insane. I can't imagine giving her up. Thinking about letting her go off and live her rich girl life, finding some other bland asshole to sink his dick in, makes me want to start tearing the whole damned world apart.

  I'm seething at all the boys she'll never have – all the ones I'll keep from ever coming in sniffing distance.

  She's mine, goddamnit. Mine tonight, mine tomorrow, mine 'til I'm ash.

  I thrust harder, slamming into her in deep, long strokes, feeling my balls boil up even more uncontrollably than when she was leashed down.

  “Fuck, babe, I'm coming!” I bow up and plant my cock deep, holding it against her womb, emptying my balls.

  She wraps her legs around me and screams, fighting to put her hands on my body, but I keep them pinned. The very thought of her fucking anybody else makes me rage as much as those two thugs I destroyed for her in Vegas.

  She's my property. She's off limits. I've laid my claim, and I'm not done yet, not even by half.

  Mine tonight. Mine tomorrow. Mine forever.

  It's like a mantra I can't stop hearing, one that makes me harder, hornier, and psycho possessive.

  I don't know how the hell we're gonna make this work. We're stepsiblings from two different worlds. But we'll figure it out. When I lay my eyes on something I want, it's a mission, and my track record in the SEALs, just like in life, says I never fail.

  XI: Distortions (Delia)

  We can't stop fucking.

  Ever since the night he barged in and told me the truth...said the word I never expected to hear from a crude, cocky asshole like him, I've been in pieces. I don't know how to deal with it, so I just keep pushing myself down on his cock, taking him in my mouth, cushioned in my breasts, between my legs.

  He's stealthy about it too. For the last couple weeks, he's been coming to my room after leaving base every night.

  It's a small relief with the summer being so quiet. The Fourth of July passes, and we don't even stop to watch the fireworks, fucking in my little room instead.

  Evie's still a broken mess, wandering the house at all hours. I worry he's going to run into her every time he slips into the house, and start a shitstorm all over again.

  Dad's been strangely distant too. He's spending extra time at the office, whenever he can bring himself to leave the house, trusting his maniac wife won't do something insane.

  All he wants to talk about with me is school next fall. A couple times, he teases me about the hot new intern working for him as his PA, and I blush. I have to pretend to laugh it off, pay lip service to a date with this fraternity kid in business, who I have zero interest in meeting.

  If he knew about Chris and me, it would be the final blow. I honestly don't know how to break the news to the world, much less our screwed up parents. I can't bring myself to do it anytime soon, when he's at his wit's end, driven to madness by Evie's endlessly bitchy, ruthlessly crazy antics.

  One hot July evening, Chris takes me out. He really does know some lovely little bars along the coast. They aren't fancy, nothing like the high-end watering holes I'm used to, but they feel real. Everybody inside them looks alive, like they're actually listening to each other's conversations, instead of just eye-fucking their next fling for the night.

  Marnie and her new boy toy join us for drinks. I honestly can't tell if it's the big, tanned bodybuilder from the beach or someone else. The type of men she goes for are always tall, burned, and dumb as rocks.

  “How's the big project coming, Delia? Did that jackas
s, Thosser, get off your ass?” She flashes me a perfect white smile. I watch big boy glance down at the thong she's probably got sticking out behind her for emphasis.

  Ass is right.

  Not that I have much room for judgment. Chris listens in silently, one hand on my thigh underneath the table, dangerously close to telling my best friend I'm not just being lame for bringing my stepbrother along because I can't find a real date.

  “It's slow going,” I say with a sigh. “Finally got my thesis out. Now I'm working on the intro and the outline. Tentative title? Conquering Fear: A SEAL's Journey Back to Civilian Life.”

  She claps her hands and laughs. “Love it, girl. It's pompous and flashy, just the way he likes. Hey, Erik, why don't you go bring us some more, hmm?”

  She passes the boy toy her empty glass, smiling like a shark. He shrugs and gladly does as he's ordered. I'm not sure if it's just Marnie's overbearing style, or if she has a real knack for bringing these big boys to their knees.

  “You must be helping my bestie with all this, Mister SEAL,” she says, folding her hands neatly under her chin. “How hard is it to come home and stop all the killing? Do you ever get a break, like, for real?”

  “Marnie!” I gasp, giving her a soft kick underneath the table. I'm not exactly thrilled with the way she's eyeing my man either, looking at him like he's her next conquest.

  Chris takes a long pull of his beer before he answers. “About as hard as it is to keep your eyes off me while your boyfriend's sitting right next to you.”

  Her eyes blow up and she coughs. I throw a hand over my mouth. I'm shocked, but I'm really suppressing a laugh, stunned because no one has ever put her in her place like this.

  “You're a very bold man, aren't you?” she asks, toying with the straw in her water. “I like that. Delia's a very lucky girl...to have you as her brother, I mean.”

  Marnie's shooting me a sharp glance like she knows. Shit.

  Clearing my throat, I sip on my own margarita and try to deflect. We just need a few more seconds before the boy toy returns with more booze to shut her up.

  “Yeah, she is.” Chris beats me to the punch. “I take care of family.”

  “It's sweet two people can become so close when their parents hook up at an older age,” Marnie says, just as the walking orange returns with a fresh drink for her. “Help her out of her shell, Chris. Lord knows I've tried to get her mingling with the boys. If she's still a virgin by the time she gets her cap and gown, I swear, I'll –“

  I put my hand over Chris' and lean forward, narrowing my eyes. “Marnie, we don't need to get into this. Not with these guys here. FYI, I'm working on it.”

  I watch pink, sugary liquor go down her lips, a little too rapidly. She's already tipsy, and that means she's going to get on edge too. Normally, I'd be careful what I'm telling her, but I'm sick of her crap, being pushed around like she's some kind of alpha bitch.

  “Yeah? Well, I wouldn't know. It seems you've been busy with other things for half the summer. What are you now, Delia?” She cocks her head. “Too good to invite us down to the beach again? Last year, we had about ten parties under our belt by now.”

  “Dad's been using the land for his own stuff,” I lie, desperate to cover up the fact that I've been caught in my stepbrother's whirlwind, nearly sold into white slavery, and addicted to Chris' cock. “It's mid-summer now. Maybe we do need a bash.”

  “Agreed!” That perks her up, and she pulls on boy toy's arm, who gives her a silent, dopy smile. “How about a house party too? Your folks are still going out of town a lot, yeah?”

  I hesitate. Dad's only allowed me to use the house a few times. He's generous that way, but he wants it left spotless. Last time, I had to race to clean up burned out joints, beer bottles, and even a few used condoms tucked underneath the furniture.

  I wouldn't dare leave my garbage there for the servants either. They think I'm such a good girl, even though they've seen sides of me that aren't.

  “I'll have to check in and find out his schedule. I think he said something about a big conference in Atlanta next week. Only thing is, I'm not sure if Evie's going to be tagging along. She's been going through some crap lately.”

  “Forget about her. She'll be too whacked out of her mind to know what the fuck's going on if you do decide to host.” Chris waves a decisive hand through the air. “I've got something coming up too. I'd love to have some fun before I have to go overseas and shoot people.”

  Marnie laughs. The bodybuilder chuckles across the table too, then drains his drink and smiles. “Yeah, me three...or is that me four? I've lost count.”

  “Then it's settled! Check in next week, Delia, and let us know what's up. See if we can use that awesome pool. I've got a new bikini I'm going to be trying either way.”

  She's looking at Chris again when she says it, and I slide my hand to his thigh, stopping just next to his cock. Don't even think about it, SEAL.

  I smile sweetly at her, and then look at the man next to me. My heart relaxes when I see him staring right back, his green eyes as intense as ever, swirling with lust, none of it directed across the table.

  That's when I know I've landed myself a bad boy. If only I can keep him without destroying every other thread of my life.

  Later, we're walking along dad's private beach, the same place where I first saw him clamber ashore. The bar is empty when there's nothing going on, but I instantly remember how my body tingled the first time he dragged me back there, pushed me against the wall, taking what was destined to be his.

  I hope. I don't want this to end. As much as I know it has to, I'm going to fight it tooth and nail.

  “Just a little bit further, baby. Take my hand.” He guides me up the hill. It's uneven ground, but it's perfect time to catch the summer sun over the Pacific, and the short, rugged journey is worth it.

  We pick a spot and sit together. It's as picturesque as it is cliche, my head tucked into his shoulder, watching the hot July sun slip below the horizon, shimmering off the sea.

  “What are we going to do, Chris?”

  “Party our asses off. Your old man really does have a helluva spot for it. Hope your friend keeps the guest list light so we can still find some place to fuck, though.”

  “Idiot!” I laugh and punch him in the arm, shaking my head. “I'm talking about us. We can barely hide it in front of Marnie, much less mom and dad. They're going to find out.”

  “So let 'em. We're not doing anything illegal, babe. I've come to terms with how fucking bad I want this.” Growling, he grabs my thigh, and pushes his hand right up my skirt, tugging at my panties. I gasp, and it's a struggle to keep listening to what he's saying. “I'm not letting go, Delia. Never. I don't care if I have to keep calling you sis every time we're fucking. I'll call you Cleopatra if it gets you shaking and whimpering under me.”

  He moves in for a kiss. His mouth covers mine just as his fingers find my pussy, pushing their way inside, making me flush when he sees how wet I am.

  He thumbs my clit until I'm laying down on the sandy bluff, legs open, perfectly positioned for him to push my skirt up and shove his face between my legs. Which, of course, he does about five seconds later.

  I can't hold back my moans out here. If anyone looks out at just the right angle from our house, they'll see us tangled on this rock.

  But once he starts, there's no stopping, and this proves it. He wants me. Deeper than just another fuck. I run my nails through his short hair, feeling his powerful neck, running them down, down, down into my pleasure.

  His tongue quickens across my clit. I tense up, push my hips into his mouth, coming to the steady clap of the ocean against the calm shore.

  He pins me down by the thighs when I cry out. There's no escaping this mad desire between us, just like there's no more hiding what's in my heart, this fuzzy, blind love that won't listen to reason or taboos.

  I want him. I need him. And as long as he's with me, I'm ready for anything, even my father suffering a ne
rvous breakdown when he finds out his only daughter is head-over-heels in love with her own fucking stepbrother.

  Or should I say getting fucked heels-over-head?

  When I finally come down from my high, he's got his belt off, and his pants are down. He sinks into me with a growl, pushing my legs up to my chest. Thank god the workout getting up here loosened me.

  “Fuck me, Chris. Just like we're meant to be. I need to feel every inch of you.” I reach up and run my hand across his face, staring into his jade green eyes.

  He bares his teeth, and thunder comes out as he comes in for a kiss, dragging his cock back to the tip before slamming it into me again. His balls clap my ass. They're warm and puckered, making me think about how he's going to flood my pussy all over again.

  Oh, God.

  “I'll fuck you like you're mine, babe, because you always were.” He deepens his thrust, picking up speed, making that delicious friction across my clit with his pubic bone. I whimper and melt into the motion, too lost for words, wondering if it'll always be like this.

  “You were built for my dick, and mine only, Delia. I can't believe you're still doubting this shit.” He moves his hips like he's angry, and there's a wildness in his voice. “You think we're gonna get screwed over? Derailed? Torn apart?”

  “No,” I whimper, but it's not convincing enough.

  I do have doubts. Dealing with the stepbrother and the SEAL part scares me. I never imagined becoming a military man's girl, much less shacking up with my own stepbrother. What the hell am I supposed to do when he's away on leave? I'd better get a mold of his cock or something.

  “Say it like you mean it,” he snarls, fisting my hair and fucking me harder.

  His hips crash into me like the angry Pacific, rattling my whole body with his energy, his need to dominate, to control, to possess. I don't know whether to slap him across the face or orgasm on impact.

  “Never, Chris. We're solid. We're lovers. We're –“