by Sybil Ling
She gets into the back seat and Blair follows, shutting the door behind him, the two sitting down for only a moment before twisting their bodies towards one another and kissing again. Emily can feel the heat of her and Blair’s bodies mingling together, filling the car that they’re in. She’s drawn to him like a magnet, and she reaches down, grabbing a hold of his tight, white t-shirt and stripping it up over top of him.
Blair sits forward for a moment as his stunning figure is revealed to Emily. She admires him, his fit and toned body, and drops the shirt onto the car floor, putting her hands on his stomach and chest, unable to stop herself. His skin is soft but his muscles are hard underneath, and as he reaches down to the bottom of Emily’s scrubs she lifts up her arms, allowing Blair to strip the clothing off her, revealing her clad in only a bra.
Her clothing discarded on the floor, Emily watches as Blair reaches down to the drawstring at the front of her green pants, undoing it. She reaches behind her and unclasps the bra as he hooks his fingers into her pants and panties, brushing against her bare skin underneath her waistline.
She drops the bra on the floor as she lifts herself up from the seat, and Blair strips the clothing off of her. As Emily lowers herself back down she feels the cool leather against her bare bottom, giving her goosebumps despite the heat that’s surrounding her.
Fully naked now, Emily watches as Blair settles his eyes on her. She feels herself become slightly self-conscious as he looks her slowly up and down, but when a smile forms on his lips and he mouths the word, “Emily,” his eyes come back up to hers and they look at each other, connecting in a way that neither of them have connected with another person before.
Blair twists his body and leans himself over her, overtaking her. She feels encased by him as he kisses her again, one of his hands keeping himself propped up, the other one landing on her side. He slides it slowly across her stomach, then up to one of her breasts.
Emily’s breath catches again as he takes her breast in his hand, squeezing it softly, kissing her the entire time. This is not at all like how they made love before, which were hard and fast and furious. This is slow, and sweet — showing a side of Blair that Emily didn’t even think existed.
His hand works her breast with tenderness, his fingers caressing her, pinching her nipple and making her cheeks flush. She can feel the wetness between her legs throbbing with anticipation, and as Blair’s lips go down to the side of her neck and Emily opens her eyes, she looks down and sees a large bulge at the crotch of Blair’s own pants, making her ache for him even more.
One of Emily’s hands goes down to touch this part of him, and as she does, as she feels him just inside of his blue jeans, Blair pushes his hips up against her hand. He thrusts himself slowly into her, and she rubs him outside of his clothing. She yearns to feel him, to have him inside of her, and when Blair’s hand slides down off of her breast and down over her stomach, she opens her legs, allowing him to touch her.
Emily gasps as her stepbrother’s skilled fingers find their way easily around her swollen sex, pushing into her, making her throb with excitement. He pushes into her wetness with the tip of his finger and brings it up to her clit, making her cry out in passion. As he circles the hard little nub, electricity crackles down her legs, her spine, making her shake against his hand.
Emily’s fingers have already pulled down the zipper of Blair’s pants, although she doesn’t remember searching for it. She undoes his belt and the clasp of his jeans, and reaches inside of his boxer shorts, pulling out his thick, hard cock. It feels incredible in her hand, and as she starts stroking him she feels the sweet wetness of his precum against her fingers, spreading over his thick, swollen head.
Emily can’t take it anymore. She pushes herself forward against Blair, turning her body towards his, and he thumps back in the car seat as she swings her leg over him, straddling his clothed lower half. Blair looks up at his stepsister as she positions herself over top of him, guiding his thick cock towards her pussy with her hand. She feels the head of it brush against her clit and it sends a shiver up her body. Bringing it down to her wetness, she pushes herself slowly onto it, closing her eyes as she fills herself with him.
It takes a long time, but when Blair is all the way inside of her Emily holds onto him as she begins to ride him, moving herself up and down, grinding her body against his. She feels his hands all over her, grabbing her sides, her breasts, her back, her ass. Blair thrusts himself up, meeting her, his hips colliding with hers as she moans, pushing herself down harder onto him.
Emily can feel every inch of her stepbrother inside of her, his heat and his pulse moving through her body. That swell inside of her, the incredible familiar feelings, are growing and she leans forward, her breasts pressing into Blair’s bare chest. She kisses him and his mouth opens, their tongues intertwining as he holds onto her hips and starts pushing himself up into her faster, harder, making her cry with passion against his lips.
Emily can’t hold herself on this side of orgasm for much longer. She feels the wet, sticky heat of their bodies surrounding them, making her float, her body rising up higher as she and her stepbrother fuck in the back seat of her new car.
She hears Blair moan, and she drops her head down from his lips, resting her forehead against the cool leather surface of the seat, nestled in the crook of Blair’s neck. She kisses him there, feeling him lean up into her. He moans again, her name whispered on her lips, as he pushes up higher into her. It lunges her forward, up towards that perilous edge. His skin tastes salty on her tongue; she can smell him all around her.
He moans again, and she can’t hold back. She grabs onto him and pulls herself down, pulling as much of him into her body as possible. His cock is filling her entirely, and she can feel her clit now rubbing against the hardness of his stomach. Cries rise up in her throat as her pussy gets hotter, and tighter, his cock feeling more full inside of her the farther she goes.
Then, into her ear, Emily hears Blair moan her name again and his grip tightens. At the same time she’s pushed towards that treacherous edge, and with a sharp thrust and a deep grunt, Blair orgasms inside of her, his cock throbbing as he shoots his load deep up inside of her.
Emily is pushed over the edge, her own orgasm flying into her as she feels herself being filled by her stepbrother’s seed. The two of them ride together, pushing into one another, holding onto each other tightly as they draw more and more out of the other. It’s all Emily can do not to convulse, not to shake and fall over, her body being taken over entirely by this incredible, exquisite feeling that’s flowing all throughout her.
When it’s finally done, when Emily’s mind and body are spent and Blair has relaxed in the seat, his cock still hard and throbbing inside of her, then they finally stop. Emily rests against Blair, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat, his own radiating heat and the incredible smell of manliness and sex.
Emily lifts her head to find Blair looking up at her, and in his eyes she doesn’t see anger, or resentment, or dislike of any kind. Instead, she sees compassion, and respect, and love, and her heart swells with her own reciprocal feelings towards him. She smiles, and he smiles in return, and as she lowers her head to kiss him she finally feels happy, for the first time in a long time she feels happy, and she knows that Blair does too.
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My Stepbrother, The Artist
Diana is only half-focusing on the movie. In the other half of her mind she’s acutely aware of Zach, of her proximity to him, of how he seems so relaxed and nonplussed by what just happened — what almost happened — between them. She can’t stop thinking about what would have happened had their servant Eugene not knocked on the door at that moment, if they would still be sitting and drinking beer and watching this movie like they were friends, like they hardly even knew each other, and like they hadn’t … already …
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Diana turns her head just enough to look at Zach and watch his face, staring intently at the screen. She can hear the actors talking but she’s not paying attention to what’s happening in the movie anymore. Zach lifts the bottle of beer to his lips and takes a sip, and as he does his eyes shift over in Diana’s direction, the two of them locking gazes. He slowly lowers the bottle and swallows his mouthful of beer, turning his head enough to be able to look at her more comfortably, Diana doing the same. She can see the minuscule reflections of the flat-screen in his eyes.
They look at each other like that for a long time, Zach and Diana, and though neither of them say anything Diana can feel a thousand thoughts flying through her brain, myriad emotions, worries, concerns, and feelings all bombarding her at once. She just wishes that Zach would do something, would let her know with his actions or words what he intended for them to do tonight, when he invited her over. But he’s just sitting there, frozen, staring at her the exact same way that she’s staring at him.
And then he moves. Diana’s heart leaps in her chest as her stepbrother leans just a little bit closer to her, and she can once again smell him, can smell that manly scent that she remembers so clearly from that night, this time mingled in with the subtler scents of pizza and beer. But it’s there, and he’s there, Diana’s eyes almost close as she inhales, her memories taking her back to a place where she was young and drunk and oh, so vulnerable.
“Diana,” Zach says, his voice deep, husky once again. Diana swallows, feeling herself lean towards her stepbrother as well.
“Zach?” she answers, her heart hammering in her chest.
Zach continues to lean forwards and Diana moves towards him too, the two of them going infinitesimally slowly but, in Diana’s mind, closing the distance between them so quickly.
“What are we doing, Diana?” Zach asks, and Diana feels her heart drop for a second. She swallows, unsure of what to say, unsure of what she wants, but knowing that whatever she says next will either give her that thing or take it away forever.
She licks her lips, feeling them suddenly dry, and opens her mouth to respond.
“We’re watching a movie,” she says slowly, her voice heavy with breath, “and we’re about to kiss.”
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Other Titles
Serials
Hansel and Gretel
Stepbrother’s Obsession
Stepbrother’s Temptation
Stepbrother’s Confession
Stepbrother’s Deception
Stepbrother’s Decision
Stepbrother Troubled
Stepbrother Troubled: Part 1
Stepbrother Troubled: Part 2
Stepbrother Troubled: Part 3
Standalones
Bad Boy Stepbrother
Stepbrother: Clubbed
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About the Author
Sybil Ling is a self-published author whose specialty is in the tense relationships between women and those men they find themselves so close to, but cannot have. Growing up in a large, and very close, family herself, she writes with both experience and passion.
Forbidden fruit is something that Sybil Ling loves to take juicy bites out of. Ms. Ling has been writing risqué stories for some time now and loves the fact that she can now share them. Her stories, while fiction, can definitely be said to be inspired by true events ...
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