Stepbrother Strip
Page 1
Stepbrother Strip
A Taboo Stepbrother Romance
(My Stepbrother’s Demands Are Taboo)
Book Four
By
Jenny Barker
Copyright 2020 by Jenny Barker
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organisations is entirely coincidental.
This book is intended for adults only. The characters in this book are purely fictional and are all aged 18 years and over. None of the characters are blood related.
Books by Jenny Barker
Daddy’s Demands Are Taboo
Daddy Wants Clara (Book One)
Daddy Wants Lucy (Book Two)
Daddy Wants Chloe (Book Three)
Daddy Wants Amy (Book Four)
Daddy Wants Lexi (Book Five)
Daddy Wants Belle (Book Six)
Daddy Wants Nancy (Book Seven)
Daddy Wants Emily (Book Eight)
Daddy’s Naughty Princess (Book Nine)
Daddy Takes Charge (Book Ten)
Daddy Takes Me (Book Eleven)
Daddy’s My Obsession (Book Twelve)
Daddy’s Dirty Brat (Book Thirteen)
Daddy Wants Two (Book Fourteen)
Daddy Demands Milk (Book Fifteen)
Daddy’s Dark Demands
Daddy Shifter (Book One)
Daddy Bites (Book Two)
Daddy Vampire (Book Three)
Daddy Demon (Book Four)
Daddy Feeds (Book Five)
Daddy Beast (Book Six)
My Stepbrother’s Demands Are Taboo
Stepbrother Crush (Book One)
Stepbrother Desire (Book Two)
Stepbrother Doctor (Book Three)
Stepbrother Strip (Book Four)
Stepbrother Strip
I’m halfway through my shift at the Malibu Blue club. I’ve worked up quite a sweat from dancing and stripping under the lights on the stage. There must be at least twenty or thirty guys all huddled up close trying to get a good glimpse of my big pert tits. The club is packed tonight and several of the girls are up on podiums, tits out and just skimpy thongs to cover their pussys. Dance music is blaring out across the crowded club and mingled up within the music are the jeers and whistles from the leering punters. Some are pissed, some are just sad old men and others are here with their mates.
I dance around the pole and stop several times to rub my arse up and down it, legs open wide to give the men something to cheer for. Some of them throw money at me. They want me to pull down my thong and give them a glimpse of my pussy. Sometimes I do it, when I’m in the mood. But tonight all I want to do is get this shift over with and head home.
I’ve been working the club for six weeks now. The day I turned eighteen was the day I took the job. I need the money and although my Stepdad is loaded with cash and would always give me whatever I ask for, I don’t want it. I want to make my own way and become independent. My Stepbrother, Liam, is loaded too. But he’s got a top job running his chain of gyms. Liam has made it without the aid of Daddy and that’s what I want to do. But I know this job is low – seedy and degrading sometimes but it’s a start. I fucked up at school and college so now I have to start at the bottom, work my way out of the Malibu Blue Club, get some money behind me and then…who knows?!
I gyrate my hips and let my tits swing free. My nipples are hard and erect, just how the punters like them. Some guy waves a fifty pound note for me to show him my pussy. How can I knock that back? I reach down, tits hanging in the guy’s face and snatch the fifty. Of course, now I have to show him the goods. I get on my knees right in front of the guy with the money. I show him a fake smile and act like I’m enjoying myself and pretend that I’m turned on and all – it’s what they like. The other men pack in tight, all drooling at the mouth trying to snatch a glimpse of my pussy.
I rub my tits first. My breasts are sweaty and gleam in the dance lights. I pinch my nipples to the roar of the crowd. My hands slip slowly down my naked flesh and my fingers slip under the black thong. Slowly, I pull it down. More jeers from the crowd as I reveal my black pubic hair. I go a little further until my thong is stretched across the tops of my thighs. I cover my tits with the palms of my hands, feeling the soft round mounds and circle my hips. All eyes are on my pussy…on my slit. I move my hands down and run my fingers through my pubic hair. I open my legs a little and rub my hand over my folds. I don’t mind touching myself. In fact, I do it a lot. I’m still a virgin believe it or not – considering the job I do. But I haven’t met one guy who compares to the man I really have the hots for.
As I touch myself for the punters, I think of Liam – my Stepbrother. He’s the man I have the hots for. I know its forbidden – taboo to want your Stepbrother to fuck you but I just can’t help it. Liam is too damn fucking sexy and it’s not just his looks I’m attracted to. He is the nicest guy ever. He’s twenty five and looks like he’s just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Liam has a trim build but he’s not short in muscles. His jet black hair is always smart and his eyes…oh my good…his eyes say it all. They twinkle at me and sometimes when he stares at me, there are no need for words. He makes me blush. He gets me wet just by being in the same room with him. I have often wondered if my Stepbrother has the hots for me. I hope he does. But I must stop thinking like this. He’s off limits…he’s family.
I rub my pussy some more for the guy who gave me the fifty. It’s only right that he gets something for his money. But these guys are all empty – soulless. Not one of them is remotely interested in my face – my blue eyes – my long dark hair or my smile. It’s all eyes on my pussy and tits – that’s it – that’s all you get at the Malibu Blue Club.
I slip my hand out from between my legs. I’m a little wet down below and it’s because Liam is on my mind. He actually makes my pussy ache even when he’s not around. I stand up, thong still around the tops of my thighs.
“More…show us some more!” shout a group of guys packed in tight to my left.
I ignore them and pull my thong up. If you want the view then you have to pay and pay good, I think, hanging off the pole and spinning round.
I perform a few more moves using the pole, ignoring the men crowded around the stage. I’m on auto-pilot just biding my time and waiting for the shift to end. I peer across the club and check the time. Ten minutes. Thank God. I’m almost done for the night. But someone catches my eye. My heart leaps up my throat and I stand motionless unable to move.
Over by the bar amongst the punters I spot Liam. My Stepbrother is sat on a bar stool having a drink. Fuck. No one in my family know I work in a strip joint. Daddy wouldn’t approve…my mother is never home so probably wouldn’t give a shit and Liam… Shit. I don’t want Liam to see me like this. What would he think of me?
“Show us what you got!” shouts a guy, waving a tenner at me. “Show me your pussy!”
A tenner!? I don’t think so. And anyway, I’m not exposing my pussy for anyone – not now Liam is in the club. I want to leave. I need to get off the stage before he sees me. Before he sees his Stepsister half naked prancing around a stage for leering dirty men. But there’s still eight minutes to go. I can’t leave any earlier unless I want to get sacked.
Maybe if I dance with my back to the crowd, I can finish my shift unnoticed. I hold onto the pole and stick out my bottom. I bend over and spread my legs wide. I rub my tits and stroke my arse. My heart beats like a ticking clock – waiting for the minutes to go down. I glance over my shoulder and peer at the clock. Four minutes left. I can’t help myself and look at where Lia
m is sitting. He’s got up. He’s knocking back the last drop in his glass. Perhaps he’s leaving. But my heart skips a beat. No. Liam isn’t leaving. He’s heading over here in the direction of the stage I’m dancing on. Fuck! I glance again at the clock. Two minutes. I’m sweating buckets now and not just because of the lights and the dancing. I do a quick twirl around the pole. But it’s no use. As I peer at Liam, his eyes meet with mine.
Liam stops mid-stride. His mouth drops open as he stares at me frozen on the stage.
I frantically look at the clock. My shift is over and another girl comes out on stage to take my place. I snatch up my scattered clothes and cover myself up. Fuck…I need to get away. I don’t want to speak to Liam…I can’t. But as I climb down the steps and head towards the staff changing room, Liam steps in front of me and blocks my way.
I lower my eyes unable to look at him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” says Liam. “I can’t believe my sister is stripping for dirty men. Why? You don’t have to do this shit. If its money you need you only have to ask me, Ava.”
I try to push past Liam. I just want to get away. But Liam takes my arm and holds me back. The scrunched up clothes in my arms covering my breasts slip and suddenly I’m exposed to Liam. His eyes drift down to my tits as I try to cover up. Although Liam sounds angry, there is that twinkle in his eyes. I feel myself blush.
“Talk to me, Ava,” says Liam. “I thought we could always talk to each other.”
I take a deep breath and brave looking into Liam’s eyes. They are like two smouldering pots of deep brown. They flash amber as the dance lights hit them. They make me feel woozy and aroused as they stare intently at me. Liam looks as sexy as ever. He’s wearing a smart black shirt undone at the neck. He smells heavenly and the way his lips twitch up into a half smile sends my heart racing. Right now all I want to do is jump into his strong arms and feel his lips against mine – feel his naked body sliding over mine. But I bring myself back to reality and shake my head. Liam is off limits – Liam is taboo.
“I just need the money,” I say. “I don’t want to just ask you or Daddy for money. I want to make it on my own – that’s all – there’s nothing else to this. I want to be independent and if stripping gets me to where I want to be then that’s fine with me.” I shake my arm free from Liam’s grip. “I’m sorry if I disappoint you…I’m sorry that you had to see me…like this…naked.”
The word naked seems to trigger another twinkle in Liam’s eyes. It leaves my lips in a way like I deliberately wanted to make Liam think of me bare and exposed. I do want my Stepbrother to think of me naked. I do want to put such thoughts into his head. But I mustn’t – I shouldn’t.
I continue to head through the crowds of people towards the changing room. I’m aware of Liam following close behind. I can sense his presence. I shiver a little in anticipation. I know Liam can see my bare butt cheeks as he walks behind me. With only a thong on, there’s plenty to see. I wonder if he’s checking me out. I wonder if he’s getting hard staring at my bottom as I reach the changing room door.
I push open the door and step into the changing room. It’s pretty dingy in here and not very big. There are clothes all over the place and the walls are covered in mirrors so the girls who strip can make sure they look good for the part. As I go to lock the door, Liam follows me in.
“You’re not allowed in here,” I say. “Staff only.”
“I don’t give a shit, Sis,” says Liam, locking the door behind him. “See…no one will know I’m in here cos no one can get in. We’re completely alone and undisturbed.”
I shrug my shoulders and act like I don’t care. But the changing room falls silent and I know I’m blushing again as Liam stares at me with those deep brown eyes. I avoid his stare and start to look for my clothes while trying to keep my breasts covered.
“By the way, Sis,” says Liam, leaning against the grey papered wall, “I’m not disappointed in you…I can never be like that with you…I guess I just don’t like the idea of all those men ogling at my sister…it’s not right. And if I’m being honest…I’m not sorry that I saw you half naked…even if you are.”
I feel my cheeks burn red. What does Liam mean? Is he trying to tell me that he liked it? My heart starts to flutter and suddenly I’m lost for words. I don’t know what to do with myself. I pretend I haven’t heard him and rummage through my bag as if looking for something.
Liam walks over to me and takes my hand. “Hey…stop that for a moment will you. I’m trying to talk to you, Ava,” demands Liam.
“What? What is it? I’m really tired and I just want to get dressed and head home,” I say, daring to look into his eyes. I struggle to keep the bunch of clothes up over my naked breasts.
There is a tension between us. A sexual tension I think. At least from my side. I secretly want Liam to feel the same even though it’s wrong and naughty.
But instead of trying to talk to me, Liam suddenly grabs me by the shoulders, turns me to face him and plants his warm lips onto mine. The kiss is divine. In fact I feel as if I’ve gone to Heaven. His tongue slips between my lips and makes contact with mine. I offer no resistance. I don’t want to. This is what I want. This is what I’ve been dreaming of for so long.
I stand like a statue with Liam’s hands holding my shoulders. I’m almost too afraid to break the kiss. Too scared that if I do, he’ll regret kissing me and leave.
But I don’t have to break the kiss because Liam does. I feel hot and flustered. As our lips part, I forget myself and all common sense and drop the bunch of clothes I’m holding. I swallow down hard as I stand semi-naked before my Stepbrother.
Liam’s eyes seem to melt right before me as he gazes upon my bare breasts. My nipples are hard and stick out like two bullets. I’m damp in my panties and it’s all because of Liam – all because I just want him to fuck me and that kiss…that kiss was nothing short of sheer bliss.
As if coming out of some kind of trance, I cover my breasts with my hands and look down at the floor.
“Don’t cover up, Ava,” whispers Liam. “I want to see you. I want to see every part of your body. I want you, Ava. I want no one else but you.”
“But it’s wrong…it’s forbidden. What would Daddy say?” I ask, my heart racing in my chest.
“Fuck Dad…fuck everyone,” says Liam, taking my hands away from my naked breasts. His eyes twinkle again as he slowly cups one breast in his warm hand. He holds it gently as if weighing it up and grazes my nipple with his thumb.
My body shudders. A warm intoxicating wave ripples through me. Suddenly I can’t hold back. I take Liam’s face with both hands and yank him towards me. Our lips meet with passion and enthusiasm for each other. We stumble back and Liam lifts me up and places me on the long wooden dressing table. It’s covered in make-up, perfumes and items of clothing. Everything scatters as I open my legs and wrap them about Liam’s strong body. I writhe in desire as my Stepbrother runs his hands all over me. Our lips haven’t parted. We are joined in an embrace that has long been desired and craved. My body feels so alive – so exhilarated. I tingle all over and arch my back.
Liam takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks it with a ravenous hunger. I can hear him breathe. His breath is shallow and warm.
This isn’t right. This is bad. But I don’t just want Liam to fuck me. I want him to love me like I love him.
As if able to read my thoughts, Liam says, “God I love you, Ava…I fucking love you more than you’ll ever know.”
My heart warms. “I love you too, Liam,” I dare to say, pushing my breasts out for him. I want to feel his hands all over me. I want to feel him inside of me.
Liam wraps his arms about me and pulls me forward so my bottom is just perched on the edge of the dressing table. I lean closer. lifting my arse slightly up. Liam runs his hands down my spine and then they stop at my bottom. He holds a cheek in each hand. I feel him pull them open and I know he’s looking in the mirror behind me – he’s che
cking out my near-naked bottom – he’s looking at my most forbidden hole as he pulls aside the black thong I’m wearing. I shudder as my tits brush over his chest. I reach up and unbutton his shirt. It falls open and now our flesh is touching. My nipples are so hard. To feel Liam’s taut chest grazing my tits fills me with lust. My limbs quiver in excitement.
There’s a long mirror hanging on the wall opposite me. I can see Liam’s face reflected in it and I can see my anus. He’s staring at the tight pink hole and I hold my breath as I watch his finger slide over it. I groan and arch my back. It feels so good, yet so wrong.
“You like that, Sis?” whispers Liam down my neck.
I shiver. Even Liam’s breath on my skin feels a big turn on. “Yes,” I breathe, shuddering again as his finger enters my anus. I gasp and cling onto my Stepbrother. If I feel this good with foreplay then I can only imagine what I will feel like with Liam’s cock inside of me – out of this fucking world.
We seem to have forgotten where we are until suddenly there is a loud thump on the door to the changing room. My heart skips a beat as a thunderous voice calls through the locked door.
“Ava…open the fucking door!”
I gasp. It’s my boss – Mr Trendle. “Shit…if he catches you in here with me…” I say, heart thudding in my chest and staring at Liam. “We have to go.”
I slip off the dressing table and snatch up my denim skirt and top. I shove my bra into my handbag and slide into my clothes.
“Hey…what’s the panic?” asks Liam, buttoning up his shirt.
“I don’t want to lose my job,” I say, as Mr Trendle shouts my name again. Taking a deep breath I open the door.
The club is pounding with music and the lights almost blind me. My boss stands at the open doorway. His face is red and there’s sweat running down his forehead. He looks angry.
I smile but I know I look guilty as Hell. “Sorry, Mr Trendle,” I say. “I didn’t hear you.” But my boss isn’t looking at me. He’s staring at Liam who stands behind me.