HUGE X2: A Twin Stepbrother Romance (With Bonus Book 'ESCAPE')

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by Stephanie Brother


  “Oh…,” I say, trailing off when he adds another finger and taps my clit with his tongue. It’s perfect pressure, over and over, and I’m getting so close, but it’s when he moans against me that I go over the edge. My orgasm starts with warmth in my belly that spreads through my pussy and outward in pulses so strong I have to grip onto his head and the sheets to bear it. His fingers keep slipping in and out of me, the slick sounds and my long moan ringing out through my apartment.

  “Fuck,” he says, rising up and pushing the shorts I gave him to wear down his thick thighs. His cock is as beautiful as the rest of him, smooth and hard and just the right side of big. Kneeling between my shaky legs, he grips it like a weapon, squeezing and pulling as though he’s in some kind of lust trance.

  I watch, mesmerized at the sight of him, the pure masculinity of his body and the utter beauty of his face. But it’s more. I see him; inside and out. I know him in a way I’ve never known a man before. I know that he’ll always put me first, no matter what the circumstances. I know he’ll protect me always, body and mind. It’s those thoughts and the slightly desperate look on his face that have me stirring from my post-orgasmic fog and rising to my knees. He’s made feel so good. Now I want to do the same for him.

  I place my hand over his and then slide up the length of him until we are skin to skin. Only then do I look up into his eyes.

  “Sammie,” he says, almost like a warning. Maybe, in his eyes, it wasn’t a big deal for him to make me come, but the idea that I might give him pleasure back seems almost too much for him now.

  I lean down and lick over the head of him, holding his gaze as I do it, wanting to see the pure, raw desire there. When I wrap my lips around the tip and suck gently, his hips buck. “Oh fuck, that looks so good,” he mutters, moving gently in and out while I hollow my cheeks and use my tongue to lick along the sensitive little spot that I know will make him moan. “Ah, keep doing it like that…just like that,” he says, his voice cracking by the end. I hold onto his thighs, feeling them tremble as he uses my mouth and it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever experienced.

  When his cock begins to swell he pulls out, squeezing himself hard, then he’s on me, pushing me back against the comforter, using his thighs to spread my legs and his hands to hold my arms up over my head. His breath is coming fast, as I know mine is, but time seems to slow as he stills, gazing at me with such adoration I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes.

  “I can’t believe I have you back in my life,” he whispers, peppering my face with the softest kisses. “I can’t believe that we’re doing this.”

  “But you want to?” I ask.

  “Fuck yeah,” he laughs. As if to press the point he shifts his hips so his cock slips down through my wetness. “Have you got a condom?” he asks and I shake my head. His face falls; he obviously isn’t prepared either.

  “But I’m on the pill,” I say. “If you’re clean?”

  “I’m clean,” he says, “if you’re sure.”

  I nod quickly, desperate to feel him fill me up. The head of his cock presses forward gently. There’s nothing rushed about this. It’s as though he wants to take every sensation and store it up in his head. He’s so big, stretching me out so slowly I want to push upwards so I can take him all in, but I don’t. I want him to have this his way. I want to give him what he wants because that’s how it’s always been with us. We’ve always been in harmony. It seems sex is no different.

  He shifts up onto his knees leaving just enough space to look between us. We watch as he pushes inside me with slow easy thrusts, opening me an inch at a time. It feels so good and looks so explicit I have to exhale a shaky breath. I’m so swollen and he’s so hard it’s almost punishing but he stops when our hips meet and he’s finally all the way in. The grip he has on my wrists loosens and he rests over me, bending to lick over each of my nipples with tender circles followed by a bite that sends waves of pleasure to my clit. I want him to move but he stays still, buried to the hilt and it’s like he wants to mark his territory, to stake his claim on me for as long as he can. Maybe he’s just too damn excited to risk moving. I feel that way too, like one or two hard thrusts could make me gush all over him. He still has my hands in his grasp so I can’t run mine over his short golden hair or caress his shoulders and back as I’d like. As if he can read my mind, he releases me and uses his hands to clasp my face. He looks into my eyes. “You don’t know how it feels to be with you like this. I’ve been lost for so long but being here, with you, like this…it’s like I’ve finally found the thing that’s been missing for me after all these years.”

  I hold his face in my hand and stroke my thumbs across his cheekbones. He blinks his lovely blue-green eyes and I pull him towards me for a sweet, gentle kiss that I know will tell him I feel the same way. He moves inside me then, tentatively, watching my expression tenderly and leaning in to kiss me to the rhythm of his thrusts. He’s got a way of twisting his hips and nudging upwards that has me writhing, toes gripping into the sheets for purchase. When I reach down to clasp him to me I feel the roll and clench of his strong ass as he grinds out our pleasure.

  “You feel so good,” I whisper, and he nuzzles my neck in response.

  “Sammie,” he says against the shell of my ear, breath tickling the nerve endings there. “I love you…you’re mine now and I’m never letting you go.”

  He has one hand in my hair, gripping tight, and the other around my hip, holding me just where he wants me. I move with him, undulating my hips to match his rhythm, slick, wet and so close to coming I feel like I might burst with pleasure and happiness. This man, who I’ve been without for so long, has become everything to me in such a short space of time. My protector, my lover and still the best friend I ever had.

  Chapter 15

  Brandon

  My mind is going crazy. I can’t fathom that I’m making love to Sammie.

  Love.

  The word sounds weird and foreign in my brain and tongue. It’s been so long since I used it. But it feels right when I say it to her because the feeling is lodged inside me in the same place it used to be. I’d gotten good at pretending I didn’t think about her or miss her. But my heart remembers.

  I’m so deep inside her I feel like I might drown. She’s so damn tight and wet. It’s the first time I’ve ever fucked bare and I can’t believe how amazing it feels to have that skin to skin contact. The heat of it is different and I can feel the way her body responds to the way I move, tiny contractions and bigger waves when I hit her g-spot just right.

  I’ve got her ass in my hand and I can’t stop myself from digging my fingers in hard and tugging her to me. Her skin is so soft and the little noises she makes hit me right in the cock. Fuck. I can’t think of the way her body feels beneath mine or how much I don’t want this to end. I’m so close to letting go and pumping her full, but I want to hold back. I need her to come with me.

  I know Sammie’s close because she’s bucking, her hips shifting from slow thrusts to a sharp desperate rhythm. I don’t know her body yet but I know women. I know the dirty little things that get them off. I know they like to be shocked when they’re on the verge of coming. God, the things I want to do to her. This is just the start. I’m going to show her things she won’t believe.

  Moving the hand that’s been gripping her hair to her throat, I tip her chin right back, holding her head in place. She moans, arching her back and I know I have her with just a little bit more. I push the leg that’s raised around my hip upwards and hook it over my shoulder in one smooth movement, then I reach down stroking over her ass and pressing into the crease.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasps, her body going tight as a bow string. I watch her face as she comes, her eyes scrunched, lips pulled back into a silent scream. Her forehead is glistening with perspiration and soft strands of her hair frame her pretty face. But it’s what happens inside her that blows my fucking mind. She goes tight there too, clutching at me as though she doesn’t want me to ever pu
ll out. I move through it all, holding her throat tight, pounding into her to prolong her pleasure. I wanted to come with her but I’m feeling too damn greedy and I want to make this night something for her to remember. Pulling out of her pussy takes all my willpower but somehow I manage it, then I roll her onto her stomach, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and pushing it under her hips. It only takes seconds for me to position her exactly as I want her; head turned to the side, body flat and ass in the air. She moans gently as I stroke up her long legs and over her rounded bottom, taking some time to enjoy the view and calm my own raging pulse.

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell her that enough, no matter how many years we are together. There’s never been anyone like Sammie.

  “Bran,” she says in the softest voice, so reverently it gives me a lump in my throat.

  “What is it baby?”

  “I need you, Bran,”

  “You’ve got me, babe. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

  I position myself over her, holding my weight on one arm and using the other to ease my cock into her slippery pussy. She’s so swollen it’s almost like the first time I had to force my way in. I rest down on top of her gently until she’s totally surrounded by me. Sammie feels tiny in this position, her slim ribcage now totally enveloped by my arms and chest. I nudge her legs open with my thighs so I can get in deeper and she grunts like it’s too much. I’ve bottomed out and it feels so damn good.

  “Do it,” she says. “Give it to me,” and I love that she’s so impatient for my cock.

  I put everything into my first thrust, all the power I have in my body, using all the leverage I can get by holding her tight, and letting out all the aggression I have to claim her. This woman is mine, I think as I pound into her again. She’s mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to protect. I kiss the side of her face, nuzzling her ear and taking in her scent. I close my eyes, letting myself fall into the moment.

  Our skin is slick where we’re pressed together and I can smell her sweat and mine. Everything feels raw and dirty and I love that I’ve taken this pristine, sweet girl and turned her into the begging, moaning, slippery mess that she is.

  “Oh…” she says, as I slip my hand around her hip and pinch her clit.

  “You like that,” I say, tapping it with my finger, gently at first and then harder. Every press sends a pulsing contraction through her pussy that feels so good.

  “Yeah, fuck yeah.”

  I laugh, sounding a bit crazed, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger, telling her that she’s my bad girl, and I love her and I want to feel her come so hard around my cock. It’s as though my words are all she needs because she comes again, squeezing my cock like a vice. She’s gone totally limp with pleasure, now just a vessel for me to manipulate and fill and I do. Oh fuck I do. I let go and give it all to her, pumping her full of every last drop I have.

  My heart is pounding and my chest heaving from exertion and I’m lightheaded in a drug-up way that has me feeling like the room is tilting on its axis. I don’t want to crush her but my arms are shaky so I ease my dick out and slump down beside her. She smiles at me, and reaches out to stroke my face, eyes scanning as though she wants to take in every detail. I understand that, because I never want to forget these moments since she stirred me from sleep with a kiss.

  “Are you okay?” she asks and I know she doesn’t mean physically. Am I feeling weird that she’s my stepsister is what she’s asking.

  “I’m okay,” I say because I am. All my reservations have flown out the window because when we’re together, everything feels so right. “Are you okay, more to the point?” I ask because I never would have thought she’d be ready to do what we just did after the ordeal she went through.

  “I’m fine,” she says. “Amazing.”

  Sammie smiles sleepily and her eyes droop. I wonder if the effects of the drugs are still in her system or if she always falls asleep after mind altering sex. I feel like I could sleep for a week. I run my hand over her beautifully soft hair and think about my mom. She had similar honey colored hair to Sammie that I used to hold onto it as a toddler. I miss Mom. She would have been happy that Sammie and I found each other again, although maybe a bit shocked by the developments.

  “What’s your dad going to say?” I ask with a sudden wave of anxious realization that he might be angry. I couldn’t face being a disappointment to him.

  She blinks once as though she’s already one foot into her dreams. “He’ll probably start asking you questions about wombats.” She laughs softly. “He loves you like a son, Bran. And now he’ll have the chance to do it again.

  Epilogue

  Samantha

  I hate jetlag but I’m pushing through it because we’ve finally arrived after so many hours cooped up on a plane and Brandon is too excited to sleep. We pay for our tickets outside the zoo, and I wilt a little in the scorching Australian sunshine. Bran is tugging me along at a pace, his powerfully long strides too fast for me to comfortably keep up with.

  “Brandon, they’re not going anywhere,” I laugh, resorting to a slight jog.

  “I’ve waited a long time to see one of these in flesh,” he says in a teasing voice. “Hurry your ass up.”

  I humph but keep moving as he follows the map towards the enclosure he’s most interested in. I’m just so damn happy that we’ve made it so far together and that I can finally experience this with the right person by my side.

  It’s been ten months since the day I was kidnapped, and Brandon has been with me ever since. I can’t express how amazing it is to finally have him back in my life. I am blessed to have met a person who truly is my partner, the other piece of my soul.

  It’s been a hard transition for him. At times I know he felt awkward settling back into my world. He’s kept nothing apart from clothes and sundries from the time we were apart. His dad hasn’t been in touch and I know Brandon is relieved. My dad on the other hand couldn’t be happier. Don’t get me wrong, it was a shock at first. But he loves us both and can see how happy we are together.

  In the beginning it was a mix of tragedy – the death of my mother – and the new love between our parents that brought us together. More tragedy was responsible for us being driven apart. I often wonder whether we would have found each other again if Adam hadn’t called me that day. The string of circumstances that put me back in Brandon’s life seem too long and tenuous to contemplate.

  I stand watching as my stepbrother presses his nose against the barrier encircling the wombats, so like his ten-year-old self I am almost transported back in time. He turns and beckons me closer and I stand with him, shoulder to shoulder, to watch the ridiculous brown furry creatures amble around. I watch him and am so damn proud of the man I have by my side. He’s back in school, determined to get the qualifications he needs to do the things he loves. He sold his apartment and has used the money his mom left him to fund his education. It’s his way out of a bad place and I’m just happy for the change. He’s told me some about what his life was like but he prefers that I don’t get involved. He hasn’t been in touch with Adam and I don’t ask him about it. He talks when he needs to. I love him for every flaw, because they made him stronger. I know he still carries a gun just in case, but not in Australia. Here we are free to be kids again, and, as he tugs me over to where we can line up to hold the wombat, I giggle and hug him tight.

  “We did it, Bran,” I say smiling. “Sammie and Bran Bran, friends forever.” He kisses me and reaches down to hold my left hand, fingering the thin wedding band that had been his mother’s.

  “Yeah, baby,” he says, his broad smile creasing the corners of his beautiful lake colored eyes. “We did it.”

  About the Author

  Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with stepsiblings as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples
apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.

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  Also by Stephanie Brother

  Huge – A Stepbrother Romance

  I didn’t mean to see it.

  It’s his fault for leaving his door open while he was getting changed.

  I’ve seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house. He’s cocky and sexy and when he calls me princess I want to punch him in the mouth.

  But I’ve never seen a d*ck that big, and now that I have, I can’t seem to think of anything else.

  I want him, but crossing the line could risk the happiness of our new home.

  Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess I’m going to have to find a way.

  And the masked Halloween party at his best friend’s house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up.

  HUGE is a 14,000 word novelette, suitable for 18+ readers who like it EXTRA LARGE!

  Excerpt

  Chapter 1

  Confessions

  My name is Jenna and I’m a pervert. Well, not really, at least not purposefully. I place all the blame on my stepbrother, Harrison, for leaving his bedroom door ajar whilst he was changing. I mean, he knows I’m in the house and that there’s a chance I might be upstairs. And I guess I should put some of it down to fate or karma or whatever, for sending me walking passed at just the right moment to see his amazing naked body full frontal.

  That chest.

  Those abs.

 

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