Stepbrother Tormentor 2 of 2
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Giddy, and armored with a confidence I didn't have before, Stacy's voice echoing in my mind, "All is fair in love and war," I place my hands on his chest, my drooling pussy spasming excitedly when I feel the muscles beneath my palms tense under the thin material of his shirt.
"Cass," Stephan says, looking worried.
Wordlessly I pull his shirt up to reveal a six pack that makes me feel self-conscious, and the tattooed skin that is stretched tight around his muscles. I'm so horny now that I'd sink down on his cock in a heartbeat if I could just to do something about the searing heat that is laying my leaking virgin snatch to waste. For a moment, our eyes boring into each other, nothing happens and then he his hands leave my breasts, my nipples protesting, and pulls his shirt over his head. I can tell he is still fighting himself; the exertion of the effort to control himself is etched on his handsome features.
Stephan says my name again, with the urgency of a man about to lose it, a final warning for me to run and hide in my room, for a safety that I don't want. So instead of running, I lean over and kiss his chest. He responds like he’s being touched by fire, every muscle tensing, and I have to resist the temptation to openly rub myself. Patience, I tell myself, slowly making my way down. Down to his belly, breathless at the thought of Stephan employing all the strength his muscles can generate to give me exactly what I need right now. Not a hug. I need something hard instead.
I need to be fucked. Badly. But only by him. I couldn't imagine doing this with another man but him. That is what turned me into the seductress that I didn't know I had in me. Stacy would be proud of me if she could see me stick my ass up high. Stephan's eyes follow my every move and his hands ball into fists at his side. His conscience is still holding him back.
His jaw muscles working hard, he releases a deep groan when I slide my tongue over the warm skin and hairs that stick out just over the edge of his jeans, my clit throbbing even worse. Breathing hard and fast, his nostrils flaring, I work hard to unbuckle and unzip his jeans with trembling fingers, my face now burning as badly as my horny pussy.
"I'm your—" Stephan says just when I've grabbed his waistband with both hands - ready to unpack my self-chosen present. The one that keeps giving, I think and press my thighs together and giggle.
"My lover," I say resolutely and pull at his pants. This is the moment, and we both know it. Our eyes locked, my heart thunders at the thought of rejection, but I know I've won when he lifts that sexy tight ass of his off the bed.
Like the cock-crazed maniac that he's turned me into, I pull his pants down hard. To my surprise he isn't wearing anything underneath and his hard on slaps me on my cheek the moment it breaks free. Maybe it is because his cock is right in my face but my mind crashes and fear rises when I take in its size in the moonlight. Blinking repeatedly, I realize it is even bigger than I thought it was. Much bigger. I'm betting it is at least nine inches. More than I was expecting.
It is perfectly straight and long, but most of all it is its thickness that makes me squirm and wonder how that thing can possibly fit inside me. Thick veins running just beneath the surface supply it with the blood that makes it stand tall and stir wildly, coloring the broad head a deep dark red. I gasp when I see a drop of pre-cum appear at the tip and my pussy pangs wildly, my juices running down my thighs.
Swallowing, I realize that I'm staring with my mouth wide open, primal desires fast eating away at the fear until lust is all there is left. Clearly my horny tight snatch isn't easily intimidated. A courageous little pussy, ready to take on Donkey Cock.
Stephan
I can tell she is shocked and part of me hopes that is enough for her to walk away. Enough to decide that this is a bad decision. But when she looks up with a feverish glow in her green eyes, I know no such luck. My damn cock stirs again, the tip hitting her chin and Cassandra smiles, revealing her perfect rows of pearly whites. Her tongue shoots out and she runs the tip slowly over her lips and I feel my cock harden even more.
"Fuck!" I curse under my breath, sitting halfway up and leaning on my elbows, still hesitant to do what I want to do and wondering who this woman is. The one who set up camp between my legs like it is the most natural thing in the world to do, my cock swaying lewdly in her face. There is nothing about her that reminds of the Cassandra I know, in her place a gorgeous woman filled with self-confidence. The kind of woman you can only admire.
Puckering her lips, Cassandra looks up before planting a fat kiss right on the tip of my cock, her eyes sparkling when I grunt, my fuckpole stirring like crazy. I'd never have guessed she had this in her, and I haven't decided yet if it is a good thing or not. She is my stepsister, after all, and this is only happening because I'm too fucking weak to walk away. That and her skills. There is no timidity when she grabs my cock tight at the base, stroking me slowly and eyeing my member intensely.
Slithering her tongue over my balls, she slowly works her way up until she has arrived at the head. Clawing the sheets, I curse again when she takes me into her warm mouth, flicking her tongue around the tip before sucking me in deeper. Never turning her eyes away from mine, she starts bobbing her pretty head, the sight and sensation of her lips stretched tight around my fuckpole driving me wild. Worse even, I realize that the fact that she is my very own stepsister only adds to my excitement.
Every muscle of my body tenses when she moves her tongue and sucks, lightly at first but gradually harder. Hard enough for her cheeks to hollow and her face to turn an even deeper red.
To make it worse, she wiggles her ass seductively and again I'm reminded that the Cassandra who is sucking me off, my cock in her watering mouth, is a stranger. Not to be confused with the one I got to know: clumsy and shy, and trying hard to hide it. Bobbing her head slowly, my moans soon join hers and I want to touch her so badly. Bad enough to know I'm lost. There is no going back now. Not from this. Not now. Not ever.
Cassandra
Sliding my lips up and down Stephan's hard cock, I feel it swell even more. The salty taste of pre-cum triggers another release of hormones that removes me another step from sanity, turning me into the kind of woman who doesn't hesitate to suck off her own stepbrother with gusto. Sloppily slurping, and with lots of smacking and moaning, saliva soon running down my chin and covering the fat cock that I can't even wrap my fingers fully around. All while I look up and into the mask of lust that is Stephan's face. Each time his perfect cock stirs, and another of his grunts escapes, my heart flutters in my chest. I want him to be impressed and remember this night forever. I want him to remember his stepsister as the best lover he's ever had. The only one he'll ever want after this night has turned into morning.
My heart racing, I cup his heavy balls and get giddy at the thought of milking and sucking a big load out of them. Hornier too. Taking him back in my mouth, Stephan tenses up again, his body shocking. I'd smile if I could when he curses as I force my face down farther than I've done so far, lightly squeezing his big cum-loaded balls.
Too horny not to, my fingers find my suffering clit. Relishing the experienced touch of my fingertips, wave after wave of pleasure ripples through my body, my clit its epicenter.
My other hand trails my lips as I bob my head up and down the shaft of hard meat that I'm losing myself over, my hair flying wildly through the air the faster I go. Soon the world is reduced to the feel of Stephan's blood engorged manhood in my mouth, the scent and taste of sex and our moans and grunts, the pounding of my heart that mirrors the excited throbbing of my clit and the searing heat between my legs.
Forcing my head down even farther, I feel like I'm playing with a wild animal as the intensity in his eyes flares. Sticking my tongue out, I slide it up and down and Stephan curses, bucking his hips and driving another inch in. His voice raw and deep, he says my name and I say a silent prayer of thanks when his right hand comes down at the back of my head, his fingers fast entwined in my hair. God, yes! Thank you! I'm even more grateful when his other hand grabs my horny ass unapologetically.
Sucking and swallowing hard, savoring the taste of his cum and my victory, I don't stop nursing myself on his still hard cock even after Stephan has let go of my head. God, Stacy would be proud to see I've turned into what I'd normally consider a total slut. But maybe this is what sex is supposed be like when you're doing it with the one you love. Or maybe I'm just a bit wilder and crazier than I'd always assumed.
Slowly I release his hard cock from my mouth, but only because I need to catch my breath. His orgasm did nothing to diminish the intensity in his eyes, which follow my every move, every muscle of his body tensed and his skin covered by a thin layer of sweat. Biting my lower lip, I relish in the power I have over him. He may have the muscles and the coolness but I have his heart as much as he has mine.
Stephan moves faster than I can see when I stick my chest out to offer my stiff nipples, grabbing me like a predator catching prey, and my giggle fills his room when he throws me on my back with his strong arms. Pinning my hands high above my head, my legs spread wide beneath him and his hard cock pressed against my skin, we kiss hard and long for what feels like one a moment but could have been minutes.
"You know…" Stephan says and falls silent. But he doesn't need to say more for me to know. His tortured expression speaks for itself.
Gently I tell him I know. I know he is my stepbrother and I'm cool with that. My heart warms over his concern but that isn't any relief for the unbearable horniness that is only growing stronger. "I need you," I whisper with a pang of despair. "Now," I add with great urgency, as if the house is on fire. The house isn't. My virgin pussy is, though. So is my heart. Burning up with a longing that is so intense that the thought of Stephan stopping now feels like a fate worse than death. "Now!"
"I swear, nothing will be able to stop me if we go any further. Not even you."
"Good!" I say, my voice an octave higher than usual. "That's exactly what I want! I'll scream if you keep me waiting any longer." To my surprise Stephan laughs and I realize it is the first time that I've heard him laugh. It is a good laugh, pleasant and warm.
Placing one hand on each side of my head, he pushes himself up and takes me in. "Blackmail?"
"You bet," I say, reaching for the hard cock that I need so badly. "You can cry if you want to, but not until you've given me what I want," I add and can't help but stick my tongue. "A good hard fuck, that is." I feel like I'm channeling Stacy and I love it.
Straightening up, Stephan towers over me, and I eagerly spread my legs even wider as I lift my hips off the bed. Stephan rewards me by rubbing the tip of his cock over the folds of my pussy. Tears pop in my eyes and curl my toes when his manhood spreads me out and slides in. Gasping, my wetness growing, my pussy struggles with its thickness as inch after inch slides up my belly.
Biting down on my lip, pangs of pleasure shoot like bolts of lightning through my contracting pussy as it is invaded by its very first cock.
"More," I hear myself cry as if listening to a stranger. "All of it!"
Stephan
Part of me still can't believe this is happening. I'm actually stretching my own stepsister's pussy out in our parental home. Her moans are like music to my ears, and the velvety feel of her contracting pussy massaging my hard on only makes me that much harder.
"All, baby," she cries, tears running down her flushed cheeks. Grunting, not wanting to think about how wrong this is, I grab her ankles and spread her legs as wide as I can. Only half is in and it is all I can do not to ram my cock into the hilt.
"I said all!" Cassandra cries again. That is all it takes to lose the last bit of my restraint. Bucking my hips, I ram my rock hard cock up her drooling snatch, my balls slapping against her ass. I instantly feel bad for it.
"Oh God, yes!" my stepsister cries, her honey box grabbing my cock tight.
Bucking my hips slowly, I still have to accept this is really happening and somehow it’s OK. Plus, I don't just want to fuck her. I can fuck any girl. Thing is, she isn't just any girl. She is the one who had me the moment she opened the door for me. No, I want to do more than that. I want bring her pleasure like she is bringing me. No woman ever had that effect on me. Leaning over, I kiss her softly, but she doesn't want soft. She kisses me back hard, moaning. Wrapping her arms around my back, I can feel her nails on my skin.
I want to tell her what she means to me. Something I've never felt before in my life. That no matter how wrong this is, she is the one. And as badly as I want to nail her hard, I feel bad at the thought of it. She isn't one of the sluts. She is special. And that is holding me back.
"Stephan?"
My voice is stuck in my voice, so I just stare.
"I need you to do me hard, sweetheart," Cassandra says deadly seriously, sweat beads standing out on her forehead as if she is running a fever. She digs her nails in my skin and bucks her hips, her tight pussy contracting around me. That's all that is needed to push me over the edge.
Bucking my hips faster and harder, her pussy clings to my cock each time I pull back, as if reluctant to let go. Before I know it, I'm lost and banging away with all the pent up lust that I tried to deny for so long. Our bodies sweaty and rocking, muscles tensed and the sound of flesh slamming into flesh.
Cassandra
Pleasure washes over me in waves each time Stephan slides his cock home, leaving me grunting like the mess of hormones that he's turned me into by filling me up to the point of bursting, my clit throbbing and my heart pounding like crazy.
"That's it, baby," I say again and again. "That's the spot! Oh God, yes! Harder! Faster!"
"Like this?" Stephan says hoarsely as he starts drilling me in an ever increasing and steady rhythm. His cock slides up and down my pussy faster and faster and the bed rocks as much as our bodies.
"Yes! Like that!" I cry. "Exactly like that!" Rubbing my clit, pleasure builds and I cry and grunt, my orgasm fast on the way. "Yes! Yes! YES" I cry, my pussy squirting all over my lover's cock as stars explode in front of my eyes, arching my back off the bed and curling my toes.
Stephan grunts and his rhythm increases even more, blasting his seed deep inside me, my pussy milking his cock as she contracts, extracting the seed that I want.
I feel rejuvenated when I come down from my orgasm. Stephan comes to rest above me but still inside me. His eyes stare at me intently, and I know he is ready for more. So am I. But there is one thing I need to ask. Even though I already know the answer, I need to hear him say it.
"Stephan," I say, brushing my hand through his hair, "do you love me?" He kisses me before he answers and I gladly take it.
"Fuck. I nearly killed myself trying to hide it," Stephan says and kisses me before I can tell him I love him too. But I make certain he knows from the way I kiss him back, wondering at the same time how our parents are going to deal with the good news. The enemies have become lovers.
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A Taboo Romance With Billionaire 1 of 2
Mac
I couldn't be more proud than I am now at Amelia's graduation. But seeing her up there on stage, beaming and full of life, also makes me sad. I've had feelings for her ever since she so unexpectedly came into my life when Dad met her mother. Our friendship was instant, and soon enough we were best friends, despite our age difference. She was sixteen at the time and I was twenty-eight. But the more my feelings for her grew, the harder it became to act casual and pretend I was only interested in her f
riendship.
At first, I hoped that in time those feelings would lose their strength, but that never happened. So I buried myself in work. Putting in eighty-plus hour weeks, and another ten hours in the gym to take my frustration out on my trainings partners and the weights. That made Dad only too proud, confident that the family business would be in good hands once he retired with my work ethic. But after a few years of killing myself this way, he came to my office to remind me with a laugh that it isn't as if I need the money.
"You are already rich," he said.
I was. Thanks to the shares my grandparents had left me, a whopping fifteen percent of a company that was worth billions, I'd never have to work a day in my life if I didn't want to. And once Dad passed away, I'd have a majority vote. An inheritance that would put me straight in the Forbes Top 100.
I should go out and enjoy life while I was still young, Dad told me. Find a woman to share my life with and start a family of my own. "There is more to life than work, son," he said, concerned. I just nodded and tried to smile. What could I tell him? That I was trying to forget about the one woman who was off limits to me?
That is when I tried to distract myself by trying to fall in love with another woman. I know. Stupid. Of course that didn’t work out either. Staring into the face of my date, it would always be Amelia who'd come to mind. It would be Amelia I'd compare my date to, and Amelia would always come out the winner.
Amelia, the one who always makes me laugh and who makes talking easy. The kind of easy where there are no uncomfortable silences. Disarming me with just the warmth in her eyes, she makes me forget myself, leaving me relaxed and grinning from ear to ear. Happy. Until I remind myself that all we can ever be is friends. That is when the heartache kicks in and I want to walk away from the woman who is my stepsister.