by Selena Kitt
So she was getting to him, at least a little.
“Jared…” She shifted her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. He noticed. Just out of the corner of his eye, but he noticed. So she dared a little more, cupping her breasts, lifting and pressing them together. “Please…”
“Knock it off.” He scowled, shifting on the couch, running a hand through his thick, sandy-colored hair.
“But Jared…” She leaned on the couch, letting her tits sway in her bra—he could look straight down her top—crawling toward him. She tried the whisper again, right against his ear. “This time, baby… I promise…”
Jared rolled his eyes and shook his head, jaw working. She liked seeing the way his neck flexed like that, turning red at the back, when he got upset. She liked knowing she was having an effect on him.
“Afraid?” she teased, putting a hand between his thighs, at his crotch. She didn’t touch him, just put her hand there, palm flat on the couch. She felt him tense, his spine straightening, and smiled.
“Fuck you.” He nudged her with an elbow.
“I know.” She licked her lips. “That’s just what you want. Well… you can have it.”
“The fuck you say.” He snorted. “You never mean it. You get me all worked up, and then…”
“Have you given up? Disappointed too many times?” Audrey went and stood between him and the TV, a smile of impish triumph on her face, hip cocked, hand resting there. “Did you wane me to make it easy for you? Don’t like the chase?”
“It’s just Charlie Brown and Lucy with that damned football.” He glowered at her. “Again and again. He never learns. Well—I do.”
“Yeah, but all he could’ve gotten from his sister was to kick a football.” She put her palms on the coffee table and leaned forward, licking her lips. “I’m going to let you fuck me tonight. Plenty of time before Mom and Dad get home.”
“Nothing doing.” He leaned to the left so he could see the TV. “And Lucy wasn’t Charlie Brown’s sister—she’s Linus’s sister.”
“Lucky Linus.”
“Don’t pervert Peanuts. That’s sacrilege.”
“You can be lucky Linus tonight.”
“Linus wasn’t getting any either, so you can fuck off. I’ve heard that before.” Just the ghost of a smile passed across Jared’s face, but he suppressed it. But it didn’t escape Audrey’s notice. Not for a moment. She knew how much she frustrated him—and she knew he enjoyed it.
Audrey stood, cocking her hip again, turning just a little sideways so he could see her ass in tight jeans. It was a fine ass, and there was no sense in not showing it off. Her thick, curly blonde hair was pulled back into a saucy ponytail, and she wore a tight, white T-shirt with blue sleeves. Her breasts were high and pert.
She had been careful to put on her tightest jeans that afternoon, when their parents had announced they were going out for the evening. Her father had glanced at her disapprovingly. The two of them had had their battles over these jeans, and Audrey had won, But her father was not above subtly letting her know he wasn’t happy about it.
Jared had also glanced. Or rather, more than glanced. And that was exactly the idea. He could pretend to be interested in hockey, pretend to have given up on her, but she knew her ass was a magnet for his eyes every single time. For all that dear old Dad feared Audrey would go out with some unscrupulous young man somewhere and go further with him than was wise, Daddy never suspected his own stepson would be the most likely candidate this evening.
The idea, of course, was to convince Jared that he was, indeed, the likely candidate this evening—that this was his lucky day.
Because Jared had not quite fucked his sister. Oh, the two of them had gone considerably down the road in that general direction—but not all the way.
Not to put too fine a point on it—Audrey was a hell of a tease.
You had to do what you were good at, right?
“Come on, bruh,” she said, hooking her thumbs in the beltloops of her jeans. “I need help getting these jeans off. In fact, I think I’ve really done it this time. I think I’m stuck.” Audrey stretched her arms up high over her head and began to writhe a little as if in a kind of erotic trance. “Oh. These jeans are so tight and uncomfortable. I can hardly sit down in them, you know. Oooh…”
Jared glanced right at her cunt. The level of camel toe to be found there was significant. “It looks like you got into them all right without any help.”
“I did it just for you.”
“The sacrifices you make,” Jared said drily. “It’s deeply touching.”
“Come on.” She turned her ass towards him and slowly swayed. Jared moved to the right and the left, as if trying to see the TV beyond her ass, but he was becoming less and less convincing.
“Oh look!” said Audrey, thrusting her face towards the TV and her ass back towards her brother aggressively. “The Montreal Canadiens have just scored. How about you, Jared? Would you like to score, too? There’s that ass Don Cherry—yakkety-yak. Wouldn’t you prefer my ass instead?”
“Audrey, do you mind? The replay…”
Audrey looked over her shoulder at him and made comical faces. “Oooh. It’s Jared Corbin. Look at that masterful stick-handling everyone! He’s skating up from center ice. He goes left!” Audrey swayed her ass to the left. “He goes right!” Audrey swayed her ass to the right. “And now he’s skating right up to the goalie—she’s been caught with her pants down this time! He shoots! He scores! The crowd goes w—”
“Oh for the love of…” said Jared, closing his eyes.
There was that ghost of a smile again, and it was gone.
Audrey turned to face him. “Come on, boner boy.” With sudden speed she lunged forward and grabbed his crotch through his pants. “Ah ha!” she cried triumphantly. “He’s getting hard! Hah! You can’t resist.” Jared tried futilely to resist her, then Audrey sprang back again and put her hands to her breasts.
“C’mon, bruh. We both know you want to squeeze these little melons.”
Jared stood up. He stepped towards his sister, and she stepped back, still massaging her breasts. Then she grabbed the feather duster off the coffee table—one of the things she’d been using when she pretended to clean—and stuffed the handle down the back of her jeans.
She turned her ass to him again and wiggled it at him, the feather duster bouncing around like some gaudy tail.
“Come on,” Jared groaned.
“Yeah, come on,” leered Audrey.
Jared made a lunge at her but she dodged out of the way and Jared nearly smashed his shin on the coffee table.
“You little vixen!” he blurted.
“Vixen? What’s with the nineteenth century vocabulary, bruh? Have you been trolling the docks of Victorian London with your gentleman friends looking for a bit of cunny?”
Jared lunged again, and as Audrey twisted to get out of the way, he gave her ass a tremendous slap. Audrey howled and giggled and then held her stepbrother back with both hands on his shoulders.
“Take it easy, Mr. Gentleman, or no cunny for you,” she smiled archly at him.
Jared backed off and Audrey stood before him, one hand on her hip.
She began backing up towards the stairway and Jared, as if on a string, began to follow her. He shook his head ruefully, but there was an increasing gleam in his eye that Audrey noted with satisfaction.
She could always get him to take the bait.
Jared followed Audrey up the stairs. She walked backwards as she grabbed his ears and gave him kisses on the forehead. “Come on, bruh, that’s a good boy. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”
“I’ve heard that before,” he said, still following.
In her bedroom, Audrey tossed the feather duster aside. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the lower edge of her t-shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up as she gyrated her hips and Jared watched.
“Ready for the Audrey show, big bruh?”
“Yeah.” Jared nodded, staring transfix
ed at her.
Her t-shirt was tight, and she pretended to have more difficulty taking it off than she actually experienced. When her arms and head were wrapped up in the shirt, she increased the vehemence of her pretend struggle.
“Ooh! Unh! I think I’m stuck,” she purred.
But just as Jared reached for her breasts Audrey got the shirt off and threw it over Jared’s head. He pulled it away and tossed it in the corner. With ease and flexibility Audrey reached back to unhook her bra, gyrating her hips and dancing all the while, singing softly a tune that sounded vaguely like “the stripper,” but which was so weirdly off key as to make Jared wince and an raise an eyebrow almost to the top of his forehead.
“What the hell is that?” he said.
“I’m singing my little song and dancing my little dance for you, bruh,” she said.
Audrey pushed her face towards Jared, eyes closed as if still into the music and her whole idea of herself as stripping.
“My poor brother doesn’t like my singing.” She sighed. “Well, how about this?” Her bra was unhooked now, and she twirled it over her head a few times and threw it at Jared. It draped comically over his head.
As Jared reached for the bra, staring with fascination at his stepsister’s tits, she moved in closer and unzipped his pants. Then she reached in and began to pull at his cock.
“Show the lady some appreciation, fellas,” she said, as if addressing an audience. “How about it? You, sir, will you give the lady a hand? Or, what’s this? She’s giving you one! Well, isn’t that something? And how about you, sir? Oh yes? A standing ovation. A very standing ovation by the looks of it. Thank you, good sir, you are too hard. Or should I say, too kind.”
Jared began to groan. And it wasn’t from Audrey’s bad jokes. He put his hands on her hips as she continued to pull on his cock. She had his pants undone all the way now, and they fell down about his ankles.
“Thank you very much, gentlemen, the lady will help you with your bag, sir, if you wish.” With her other hand she began to rub and tug at his balls. “You’re a strong fella, but it looks very heavy.”
“Oh, fuck,” groaned Jared, half laughing. He reached for the zipper of her tight jeans, but Audrey danced away, still with a firm grip on his cock. “Gentlemen will kindly refrain from taking liberties,” she warned. “While the lady prepares for the next part of her performance.”
“Oh, Audrey, let me just get these fucking jeans off you and fuck your juicy, fucking cunt.”
“Shhhhh.” She wrinkled her nose at him when he interrupted her fun. “We must now ask your full attention while the lady prepares to take a dive from the high wire into the pool of incestuous perversion, where she will attempt to wrestle a notorious sea snake. Behold, the lady prepares herself…”
Still holding Jared’s cock with one hand, Audrey leaned in, still smiling down at Jared’s cock. “She takes a deep breath, and…”
Audrey bent over and virtually inhaled Jared’s cock, knocking him backwards to where he fell, seated, on her bed. She fell before him on her knees, his entire cock now in her mouth.
All kinds of greedy, muffled slurping sounds came from Audrey’s mouth as she slobbered all over Jared’s cock and sucked him off greedily. She paused for a moment, pulled the cock from her mouth, and looked straight into Jared’s eyes.
“I need a good, stiff drink,” she said.
Then Audrey burrowed deep into Jared’s lap again, swallowing his cock whole.
“We’ve got to do it,” Jared urged, moaning. “We’ve got to do it now. They’ll be home any minute. Oh. Audrey, that is good…”
Audrey popped Jared’s cock out of her mouth and stroked it with her hand again as she replied.
“Just hang on, bruh, not so fast,” she smiled devilishly. “You don’t dislike me sucking you off, do you?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But you said I could fuck you tonight. And our parents will be back any minute...”
Audrey kept glancing out between the curtains as if sensing their parents would be home very soon. She knew their habits well—they were like clockwork. She and Jared had been with them sometimes when they went to the Harrysinghs, and she knew just exactly when her dad would start to look at his watch and say, “Well well, it’s getting late.” Then they would almost certainly drive by the construction site on the way home, because her dad liked to check on things and wanted to make sure Sam had parked the backhoe properly. He would fiddle around and make sure the gate had been locked. If Audrey knew her parents—and she did—they would be coming home just in time for Jared to almost, but not quite, get any pussy again.
Shucks. Poor boy.
“All right.” She gave him a coy smile. “Since you’ve been so good, so restrained, you can take my pants off. But slowly, slowly. Striptease and hand jobs and blowjobs are one thing, but I don’t give up my pussy easily and quickly to just any stepbrother who comes along.”
This was a risk, she knew. She did not want to give him too much too fast, and have no excuse to break her promise for a fuck—but she had to give him something.
“Oh, thank God,” he said.
Audrey found it thrilling just how much he was in her power. Awkwardly, Jared dug his fingers in between Audrey’s thin, soft belly and her jeans and began to fumble at the button. Then, unzipping her, he began desperately to pull her pants down. They seemed practically glued to her lean, hard thighs. Despite his eagerness, this peeling took some time. Audrey, of course, had chosen to wear her tightest, sexiest jeans in order to maximize both Jared’s lust and the time needed to get her out of them.
And Jared knew that.
And Audrey knew he knew that.
“Unh! Ooh, Jared, you naughty bruh, careful. Oh! Put your hand on my cunt for a moment. Ooh, that’s nice.”
Impatiently, Jared stroked his stepsister’s pussy. He wanted in. But Audrey wanted to buy more time; and besides, she loved her pussy being stroked.
“Slow down, bruh, slow down. That’s it. There. Stroke it. Stroke it hard. Unh!” She pushed back at him with her pubic bone. The strength in her lithe body was really quite amazing.
Audrey enjoyed getting her pussy stroked, but not so much that she would feel herself getting carried away. Fortunately, Jared had his mind on fucking so much his manual technique was nothing extraordinary, and Audrey could enjoy herself while maintaining control. She knew that if silly Jared put his mind to it he could make her lose her grip and make her need his dick up inside her pussy after all. But it was more fun to tease, and she pushed his hand away and let him return to hauling her jeans down her lean thighs.
Audrey kept delaying him, smiling all the while, hugging him as he stroked her hot pussy again. “Please, Audrey, I need to fuck you.”
“Patience, baby, you’ll get in. Just stroke me a little more, please? I want to be nice and ready for you. That’s it. Ooh. Your hand is so strong. It feels so good on my pussy. Warm it up for your cock a little bit. That’s it. Now stick your finger in there. That’s good, like that, just like that....”
Finally, the jeans were off. Audrey didn’t see how she could delay her stepbrother any longer and was thinking maybe her timing was off, when there was a flash of car headlights from out front and the sound of wheels crunching up the driveway. Audrey took a quick look outside through the curtains.
“Arggggh!” Jared sounded eerily just like Charlie Brown in the cartoon when he missed the football. Again. “It’s them, isn’t it?”
“Ohhh,” said Audrey, in mock disappointment. “It is. Well, we better take care of you before the folks walk in.”
Audrey knelt before her stepbrother and began to pull on him fiercely. He gritted his teeth, like he wanted to resist, hold out, but she knew better.
“C’mon, don’t hold back,” she breathed, giving it all she had. “Gotta get this cum out of you before the folks walk in. Give it to me, baby… come to Mama. Get it all out of your system…”
Jared gasped and groaned helplessly,
winding up to a feverish climax. “Goddamn it! You said we could… finally… oh fuck! I want your pussy so bad, you know I do… arrghhhh…”
“Some other time with the speeches bruh.” She smiled, working his cock with feverish glee. She enjoyed having him completely in her power and totally helpless. As her one hand worked Jared’s cock mercilessly, her other stroked his cheek affectionately as she smiled impishly into his face. Jared groaned and writhed.
“Poor baby can’t get his sister’s pussy yet again. Such bad luck. Maybe next time, bruh.”