by Ava Grace
“You have more curves than Lucy. You fill out this costume out properly—the way it’s supposed to be worn.”
I beamed at him, flattered by the compliment. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He took a step closer and his bright blue eyes caught and held mine. There was a wicked glint in their depths. “Can we go up to your room now? Ever since I saw you shaking your ass for me earlier all I’ve been able to think about is pushing my tongue inside that sweet cunt of yours. I’m dying to taste you, Tayl.”
The mental image his words produced made me groan with anticipation. I liked the coarse language, too. It was naughty and sexy and instead of making me blush like I’d thought it would, it turned me on more.
“Sure,” I agreed readily. “Let’s go.”
Josh grabbed my hand then led me out of the room. As we headed upstairs, I didn’t feel even an ounce of uncertainty or fear—maybe because I was about to get what I’d wanted for such a long time. Excitement tore through me like a shot of adrenaline. When we reached the top of the stairs, Josh pressed me up against the wall and kissed me again. The feelings inside me intensified, burning stronger and stronger with each passing minute. I returned his kiss with reckless abandon—showing him without words how much I wanted him—how much I needed him.
I doubted I would ever get enough of being with my stepbrother like this. I wouldn’t be satisfied even after Josh had made me come hundreds of times and I’d returned the favor tenfold. I would always want more and I couldn’t see a way past that—not that I wanted to. I was blinded by him and I liked it. I hoped more than anything that Josh had meant what he’d said wholeheartedly and was in this for the long haul because, for me, he was it.
I hadn’t realized we were moving until Josh pulled back from the kiss to open my bedroom door and lead me inside. We’d barely stepped into the room before his lips were on mine again, his tongue making itself at home in my mouth. Part of me still couldn’t believe this was happening—couldn’t believe my luck, but the more Josh kissed me with such passion, the more I came to accept the fact that he wanted me as much as I had always wanted him.
As he got us moving towards the bed, he reached under my chin and grabbed the bottom of the mask before pulling it up and off my face.
“There she is,” he murmured, tossing the mask aside. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Tayl.”
My breath caught at the compliment and the heat of a blush spread across my cheeks.
Josh began to pull down the zipper at the front of my costume, inch by agonizing inch, his fingers ghosting over the skin that was revealed. The costume had looked sexier without a bra so I hadn’t put one on and as the shiny material parted, he cupped my breasts. They weren’t overly large, but they were full and pert and I was proud of them
“Jesus, Taylor,” Josh said against my lips. “Look at these. You’re amazing.”
He leaned back to take a good look at me. I should have felt nervous or self-conscious, but I didn’t. Not in the slightest. When he ran his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples and teasing them with the tips of his fingers, I arched my back and groaned. It was incredible. My nipples felt like they had a direct link to my pussy because each time Josh touched them, my pussy clenched and I knew if Josh were to reach down, he would find me so wet for him.
“God, yes,” I breathed, so turned on I could hardly speak. “More, Josh.” As the words left my mouth, the backs of my legs hit the bed then he pushed me backward so that I was laid out beneath him.
Josh took a moment to drink me in before crawling up the length of my body and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. My back arched as if on its own volition, which pushed my breast harder against his mouth. I begged him for more with soft mewling sounds and moans.
“You’ve got the most beautiful tits, baby,” he said between sucks and licks. “So pert and these nipples… Damn. I could play with them all day.”
A giggle burst from my lips. “Go ahead. You won’t get any complaints from me.”
He pulled the zipper of my costume down farther and winked when he caught my eye. “That sounds like a challenge.”
I squirmed beneath him as his hand slid inside the costume and headed south. Satisfaction poured from me and I felt more alive than I had in a long time.
His finger found my clit and he rubbed it in a circular motion using just the right amount of pressure. I was so turned on I could barely breathe.
“Oh God,” I groaned. “Please, Josh.”
“You like that?”
I nodded, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. “Yes. So good.”
He teased my clit with light, barely there touches then dipped his finger between my folds and pushed it inside me. I was so wet it slid right on in, making me gasp.
“Jesus, Tayl, you’re soaking, baby,” he said, his voice sounding gravelly and strained. “Let’s get this costume off you so that I can get a good look at that pretty cunt of yours.”
He pulled out his finger then slid it into his mouth, cleaning it of my juices. Eyes closed, he moaned as if savoring the taste.
“Mmm. You taste incredible. I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
“Good. I don’t want you to ever get enough.”
I wanted to know what he tasted like too, but I was too busy helping him to get the darn costume off me to tell him that. Josh stripped me like he was unwrapping a gift—peeling the layers back to reveal the prize inside. I’d been too hot in the costume and the air felt cool as it hit my clammy skin. Josh tugged the costume down my legs then stopped to take off my stiletto ankle boots. He couldn’t take his eyes off me for a second. I’d always felt comfortable with my body, but I was still relieved that he seemed to like what he saw so much. The way he looked at me made me feel sexy. It was the first time I’d truly felt like a woman instead of a girl.
When the costume was finally off, Josh tossed it aside. His eyes traveled the length of me and as he zoned in on my pussy, he licked his lips. He leaned down towards it, but I shook my head.
“You too,” I said, pointing at the Batman costume. “I want to look at you.”
I helped him lose the suit and Josh showed far less patience with his own clothes than he had with mine. I was surprised I didn’t hear the material tear as he tugged it down his legs. Finally, we were both naked and I was able to look my fill.
He was magnificent—his body was every bit as perfect as I knew it would be. I’d seen a lot of it before of course, like when we’d been at the beach together or when he emerged from the shower dressed in only a towel, but seeing it in all its glory was something else.
Josh’s body was lean and muscular, his skin tan and wonderfully smooth. I ran my hands over his chest then down his abs before letting my fingers glide lower to where I wanted them most.
His cock was hard. It sat long and proud against his stomach. Josh hissed as I ran my fingers down its length. There was a spot of precum leaking from the slit so I gathered it up with the tip of my finger then spread it over the head of his dick. I couldn’t wait to taste him so on impulse, I leaned down then ran my tongue over his shaft before taking the tip inside my mouth.
As the musky, slightly salty taste of him registered on my taste buds, I moaned around his cock. I could easily get addicted to this.
Josh threw his head back and hissed. “Your mouth feels fucking perfect, Tayl. So hot and wet.”
I stretched my lips open wider then sucked him down to the root. Josh shouted out an expletive, his hand coming to rest on my head to hold me in place. I pulled off.
“Lay down on the bed, Josh. I want to do this properly.”
He was quick to comply.
He lay down on his back and took hold of his cock, lifting it up from his stomach.
“That for me?” I teased.
“Only you.”
I liked the sound of that.
He had always smiled easily, but now there was an intimacy to the expression that
was just for me and it had a devastating effect.
I replaced his fingers with mine then leaned down and wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking it deep. The noise that Josh made sounded more animal than human. Encouraged, I worked his length with more enthusiasm. Each time I pulled off then slid back down again, I sucked harder and faster. I built up a rhythm that Josh seemed to appreciate judging by the noises he made and the way his hips kept lifting off the bed. His legs were shaking from where he appeared to restrain himself from thrusting into my mouth. I was barely able to keep them pressed to the mattress as I took him deep, swallowing around the head of his cock.
“Jesus, stop Taylor, please. I don’t want to come yet.” He grabbed my arm in a warning so I did as he asked, pulling off his cock with a loud pop.
“That was fucking hot,” he said, panting. “You really know how to use that mouth, don’t you? Now come up here and let me repay the favor. I want you to ride my face hard.”
Holy crap.
There was no way I was going to turn down that offer. I climbed up his body, my pussy grazing over his cock in passing. We both gasped. I wanted him inside me so badly I was tempted to decline his offer. It would have been so easy to reach down and slide him inside me and ride him until we both came. Josh must have seen the indecision on my face because he closed his eyes and let out a little groan, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
“Use my mouth first, baby,” he said, encouraging me to move higher up his body with a hand on my thigh. “Then I promise I’ll give you what you need.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
I straddled his face and the second I lowered pussy down to his mouth, Josh leaned up and swept his tongue through my folds. He used both hands to grab my thighs and pull me down against his lips. At first, he started licking and sucking my clit, but when he began to fuck me with his tongue, it was game over. It felt so good that I couldn’t resist grinding down onto his mouth, needing more friction to take me over the edge.
Josh encouraged me with wordless moans and grunts, his tongue sweeping through my folds and gathering up all the wetness that had pooled there. Then he went back to work on the place that I needed it most.
I opened my legs wider and pressed my pussy down harder as the first tingles of my impending release started at the base of my spine. Pretty soon instinct took over and I seemed to lose the ability to think rationally. My body was a hotbed of nerves and thrumming energy as I ground and thrust and used my pussy to beg for more. When Josh growled against my lips, his teeth nipping my clit, my core tightened and clenched and my body exploded with pleasure.
I threw my head back and shouted out a stream of nonsense words and curses as my orgasm barreled through me. It was intense. Powerful. I’d come before but only by my own hand. This was on another level. Josh continued to lick and suck me through the pulses that continued to rock my core. The moment was perfect and everything I’d hoped for.
When I finally stopped shuddering through my release, I collapsed on the bed next to him. I was happy and sated and I could probably have fallen asleep if I’d let myself, but I wouldn’t be truly satisfied until I’d had Josh’s cock inside me—until I’d given him the same sort of release. I’d fantasized about it for so long and I wanted to make him come as hard as I just had. As I lay there next to him, he trailed his fingers over my sensitive skin, touching every inch of me he could reach.
“I think you enjoyed that,” he said with a self-satisfied smile.
I’d never seen him look so incredibly pleased with himself.
I chuckled. “I think you might be right.” I leaned in and kissed him hard, tasting myself on his lips. “I did enjoy it. That was amazing Josh. Thank you.”
I let my gaze roam down his body and followed it with my hand. His cock looked painfully hard. Sitting long and proud against his stomach, there was a pinkish tint to the tip. It jerked when I ran the tips of my fingers along the thick vein that ran down his length, but despite his obvious need, Josh wasn’t trying to rush me in any way. He seemed content to just lay there next to me. As I continued to touch him, Josh squeezed his eyes shut, and sucked in a breath through his teeth. When he opened them again, the flare of desire in their depths made my core clench, aching to be filled.
“I lost count of the times I jerked off thinking about your hands on my dick,” he admitted as I wrapped my fist around his girth, weighing it in my hand.
I got a good grip on his cock then stroked it a couple of times—strong and sure. “Did it feel like this?” I asked. “In your mind?”
He shook his head. “No. Not nearly as good. Nothing compares to having you naked beside me, touching my dick like this. Jesus, Tayl, you look so beautiful all flushed from your orgasm. I love that I made you come so hard.”
My cheeks heated, but I held his gaze even though I wanted to hide my eyes from him and asked, “Are you going to make me come with your cock, too?”
Josh groaned and before I could even blink, he’d pushed me back on the bed and come down heavily on top of me. Taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down on it then soothed away the sting with a sweep of his tongue, before pushing it into my mouth to duel with my own. His powerful naked body slid against mine, strong and smooth. His cock pushed against my abdomen, so hot it felt like a brand against my skin. He edged it lower slowly, until it hovered above my entrance, the head pressing against me, but he didn’t push inside. I held my breath as I stared into his eyes.
He stilled his hips and squeezed his eyes shut. “Jesus, Tayl, you feel so wet on my cock. I’m dying to push into you. Can I? Can I fuck you like this? Bare.”
Oh, God. I wanted that so much. I nodded. “I don’t want anything between us, Josh. I just want to feel you. All of you.”
“Do you want it? Do you want me inside you—for me to get you off with my cock? Say it, Tayl. Tell me you want me in you.”
Holding his gaze, I took hold of his face with both hands and said, “I want it. I want your cock in—“
With a grunt, Josh moved his hips and then slammed into me hard and fast and the rest of my sentence was lost on a shout of surprise and sweet relief.
“It’s okay, Taylor,” Josh said. “There’s nobody home but us. You can be as loud as you want. Mom and dad are not here to hear us.”
I took him at his word as he thrust into me again, shouting out my pleasure into the otherwise quiet room.
Josh grabbed my hips and pressed in harder, stilling when he was as deep as he could go. He didn’t take his eyes off me for a single moment, even as he pulled halfway out and then slid back into me with agonizing slowness, his cock dragging along all the nerve endings on the inside of my pussy.
“Always wanted this.” He met my gaze, his voice thick with emotion. “Always hoped this was where we were heading, but now that I’m here, inside you, I ain’t ever leaving. It’s you and me now, baby. For the long haul.”
I melted against him, molding to him as if we were both made of clay. I felt so full and as my body welcomed his, opening to him, my heart filled with love for my stepbrother. Succumbing to the pleasure of his cock stroking the walls of my pussy was easy. I leaned up and stole a kiss and as he slid his tongue into my mouth again, he fucked me with it using the same rhythm as was using with his cock to bring me ever nearer to another release.
“You have the sweetest cunt, Tayl. Grips my cock so tightly.”
Josh took both of my hands in his then held them down on either side of my head. He controlled his cock expertly with the rhythmic rise and fall of his hips. My legs gripped his thighs, squeezing his ass as he pounded into me.
He alternated between pumping and grinding, fucking me hard and fast one minute then slow and steady the next. I squirmed beneath him, my back arching and my breathing rapid as he began to fuck me in earnest.
I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and while he was distracted, I rolled us so that I was on top. Then I straddled his hips as I’d do
ne in the car earlier, lifting myself up into a sitting position. Josh’s cock was still buried deep inside me.
His eyes became hooded. His hands locked against my spine and he pulled me down onto his cock and at the same time thrust up inside me. The new angle touched me inside in a new, different way, hitting yet more nerve endings and bringing my orgasm closer. I lifted up then slammed back down, crying out at the sensation that rocked my core.
“You feel good, Josh,” I told him. “You’re so big and you fill me so well. ‘S Perfect.”
“That’s ‘cause I was made for you,” he said with feeling. “I knew it would be like this. Knew we’d be good together.”
I moved up and down with more enthusiasm after that, fucking him as hard as I could. The bed squeaked and the headboard banged against the wall with each move we made. Perspiration beaded on my brow and hairline and dripped down the small of my back as I rocked against Josh’s equally sweat-soaked body. We moved together as one.
Josh shouted each time I slid back down on his cock. The movement of his hips became erratic and his eyes searched mine as if seeking permission. He didn’t need it because I was already there again, too. I squeezed my eyes shut as a second, stronger orgasm crashed through me and I screamed out Josh’s name as I came.
Through the haze of my release, I felt Josh’s cock swell inside me then he too began shouting, his hands gripping my hips with a bruising force.
“Taylor!” he roared, his hips pumping up into me.
Then I felt his release, warm and wet, painting my insides and nothing had ever felt more right. I leaned down and our mouths connected as if by instinct alone.
“I love you,” Josh said against my lips.
As I continued to shudder, sated and happy, I knew that I’d found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and there wasn’t a shadow of doubt in my mind that come what may, we would go the distance.
“I love you, too,” I said, finally voicing the emotion that had been locked inside me for so long. It felt freeing to finally get it off my chest. “And I always will.”