TEASE_A Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  I leaned onto the bed, and underneath my body, I saw his balls slapping against my ass.

  “Ahhhh, Maddy,” he grunted loudly as I took his balls in one hand and massaged them each time he thrust into me.

  He reached out to hold my breasts and squeeze them as he pumped into me, repeatedly and mercilessly. I watched his cock glistening from my juices as he pushed into me non-stop.

  “Shit, this is good, Nick,” I breathed.

  “You like it?”

  “Yes, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I said. I reached out and rubbed my clit. “Don’t ever stop.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him. He smiled and continued fucking me, his whole body pushing into mine – his dick wrapped by my pussy in a snug fit.

  “You fucking like it, don’t you?” he asked as he pushed quicker and faster into me.

  “Yes,” I moaned, my fingers furiously rubbing my clit, finding that sweet spot I knew existed from years of pleasuring myself.

  “Tell me how you like it,” he said, his breath quickening.

  “Hard,” I hissed. I moved my hips in unison with his, making every penetration deeper. He was hitting my core, painfully sweet.

  “Yes…yes,” I said as the sensations overwhelmed me. I was feeling something slightly different from the orgasm I felt when I touched myself. This one was deeper, threatening to take over my whole body. I didn’t want him to stop; I needed this feeling to last forever.

  Nick seemed to know what I wanted because he thrust deeper and faster, fucking me so hard that I felt every bit of him expanding and claiming me. I stifled my screams into my pillow as the waves of orgasm hit me.

  “I’m going to pull out,” he said, beginning to withdraw his dick.

  “No, don’t!” I screamed as he pushed one more time into me.

  “Fuck, Maddy,” he yelled as he came, his sperm releasing in squirts inside of me.

  I groaned as my body stiffened from pleasure. I collapsed on the bed as the pleasure slowly subsided. He collapsed on me.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, smiling at me, plastering kisses all over my back.

  “Yes. Can we do it again?” I asked. He had fulfilled my darkest fantasy of having him take me from behind.

  “That will be for another day, Maddy,” he said, and planted a full kiss on my mouth. “We have all winter break to become experts at this.”

  “I can’t wait,” I said as I kissed him back, holding him tight. He was right, we had all winter to discover each other, and I was more than ready to learn all he could teach me.

  ***

  NICK

  ***

  I had done it again – fucking slept with Maddy. I should feel irresponsible and remorseful, but somehow, I was devoid of regret. How could I regret something so beautiful? Yes, it seemed wrong, but in reality, Maddy was only my sister by marriage and there was no real reason we couldn’t be together. It wasn’t like we were related by blood.

  The months she had been gone had been terrible and lonely for me, and as much as I tried to fill the void she had surprisingly left in my life by hanging out with other girls, it was never the same. For the first time in my adult years, I couldn’t connect with any other girl the way I normally did. I had avoided calling her just to put some distance between us, but that didn’t work either. Thoughts of her clouded my days while my nights were filled with images of her sexy body riding my cock so hard that I came in my sleep. Having her home after so many weeks of missing her had brought back all the memories I had suppressed.

  Even though I had tried to get a grip on my emotions by stroking myself in the bathroom gym while thinking naughty thoughts of her, it hadn’t worked. She had caught me in the middle of pleasuring myself, and the innocent look on her face, mixed with anticipation and desire, had dissolved every reservation I’d had about fucking her again.

  As we lay in her bed, enjoying the bliss of our orgasms, she snuggled close to me, so innocent. I knew I had finally crossed the point of no return. If there had ever been a chance that we could have pretended our first time never happened, it was all gone. The second time had happened, and it was so much better than the first. There was going to be a third and a fourth time over the next few weeks, and it was time I figured out a good contraceptive method for us.

  I looked at her again and smiled; she had fallen asleep in my arms. I knew I should leave her room and go back to mine so we didn’t get caught, but I had missed her. I needed just a few minutes more with her. Just a few more minutes…

  ***

  3

  ***

  “Shit,” I swore aloud when I woke up the next morning and realized that Nick and I had slept in each other’s arms in my room. “Nick!” I whispered vehemently as I shook him a little harder than I should have. He barely moved. “Nick!”

  He murmured and tried to reach out to hold me.

  “Nick, you’ve got to get up. It’s morning.”

  He opened one eye lazily and tried again to drag me back into his arms. “Come here.”

  “No, Nick, we’re going to get in trouble.” I looked at my phone, which lay next to my bed stand. “It’s almost eight o’clock. Mom and Dad will be in our rooms any minute. Get up.”

  Our parents made a habit of stopping by our rooms every morning to say hello and catch up before they left for work if we hadn’t already come downstairs. My mom had developed the habit when I was a kid, and she had continued it after I became a teenage. Leaving for college didn’t change things, and if anything, it made things worse.

  “I’m going to clean up and run downstairs,” I said firmly as I got up and pulled on my clothes. “You better get moving or this will make for an odd start to the day.”

  “Chicken.”

  “Whatever,” I said with a smile. I threw a pillow at him. It felt good to feel free with him again. Even though there was still a lot unsaid between us, yesterday was a great start, and I was excited to see what the rest of the break would bring for us.

  Thankfully, when I got downstairs, my mom hadn’t come down yet. I turned on the coffee machine and began making eggs and toast for breakfast. I hardly ever cooked, but I was so spent from having sex with Nick all night long that I certainly needed a little more than just orange juice for breakfast.

  “Someone’s up early.” It was Dan, Nick’s dad.

  “Good morning, Dad,” I said, smiling at him.

  “And also cooking. Wow. What happened to you?” he joked as pecked me on the cheek. Everyone in our house knew I cooked either when I was happy or when I was forced to. But I couldn’t very well tell Nick’s dad that I was joyfully cooking because I spent all night fucking his son. That wouldn’t sit well.

  “Nothing happened,” I replied, blushing and wondering if he could see the afterglow from a night of glorious sex on my face. “I’m just giving you and Mom a break. Making eggs won’t kill me.”

  “I could get used to this,” he said as he pulled a plate from the cabinet and put his toast in the toaster.

  “Don’t. I’m only home for four weeks,” I giggled as I put the first omelet on his plate.

  “Well, I’ll enjoy the four weeks then,” Dan said with a chuckle. “Thanks, Maddy. It looks delicious.”

  “Who’s cooking?” Mom walked into the kitchen, her clacking heels preceding her voice.

  “Oh my goodness, why is me cooking such a big deal in this house? It’s just eggs and toast. I feel guilty now. I should have made a whole meal,” I said as I kissed Mom on the cheek.

  “Honey, you know you hate cooking, so you wearing an apron at eight o’clock in the morning and making omelets for the entire family is a bit worrisome.”

  “Good morning, guys.” Nick, shirtless, appeared.

  I hated when he did that, which was often, as it had always had the wrong effect on me. And with having just fucked him and wanting more, his bare torso was affecting me in a way it never had before. The room suddenly felt hot.

  “Maddy’s cooking? What�
��s the special occasion?” he joked.

  “That’s it. I’m never cooking again,” I said, throwing a kitchen towel at him.

  “That would be a shame, because you make the best omelets. I bet it tastes good,” Nick said as he strolled casually across the kitchen to the stove where I had just finished the last batch of eggs. He tried the eggs with a fork. “Hmm...maybe not.”

  Our parents started giggling, and ordinarily, I would have giggled too, but instead, I blushed. I knew his comments about tasting good were not directed toward the eggs. He was talking about me tasting good, and right in front of our parents. I caught his gaze and he winked at me. I shook my head. This boy was trouble in every possible way.

  “So, what are you guys up to today?” Mom asked. “You should get out of the house and enjoy this beautiful day.”

  “We might just do that,” Nick said between forkfuls of eggs.

  “Someone sure appreciates your eggs,” Mom said, laughing.

  Damn. Eggs. I quickly made the connection to the extreme need to discuss contraception with Nick. Getting pregnant was not going to turn out right for either of us.

  “I do appreciate this yearly display of cooking abilities,” Nick laughed. “Man, I was starving. Working out late at night makes me so hungry the next day.”

  “I can imagine,” I replied, but I knew the exercise he referred to was our sex marathon, not the gym. He winked at me again when our parents weren’t looking.

  Once our parents left, Nick grabbed my ass playfully and pulled me closer to him. He placed his mouth on mine - his tongue demanding. I responded, meeting his fervor, one hand slipping into his pants, the other hand grabbing his waist. His cock was soft and warm. As he kissed me, his hands caressed my ass the way that turned me on. My hand formed a stronghold on the length of his cock and started to gently rub him up and down, causing his cock to swell and strengthen.

  “I thought we were going to watch a movie,” I said.

  “We could make our own movie,” Nick suggested.

  “Maybe later,” I said, taking my hands off his pants and planting a kiss on his cheek.

  “You’re such a tease,” he said with a smile while still holding me close to him. “How much later?”

  “Well, buy me lunch first and maybe I’ll give you dessert,” I said.

  “Hmm…Tony’s?” he asked as he released me slowly.

  “Sure,” I said. Tony’s was my favorite hangout spot.

  ***

  We lazed around the house, lying on the couch, watching movies and just talking. It was nice to enjoy being siblings without the complications of sex. Sometime around midday, the phone interrupted our time together. I sat up and grabbed the handset.

  “Hello?” It was Amy, my roommate, calling me from London. “Hey, Amy! So good to hear from you. How are you?”

  “Good. Did I wake you up? You sound sleepy,” she inquired.

  “No, I was just having a lazy morning,” I said, looking down at Nick, who was pretending to watch TV.

  “How’s that brother of yours?”

  “Oh, he’s fine.”

  “Did you tell him about me?”

  “Tell him what?” Then I remembered she wanted to hook up with him and started giggling. “Oh, he’s taken.”

  Amy cursed on the other end and we both laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” Nick whispered.

  I put my hand over the mouthpiece so Amy didn’t hear me and whispered, “Someone wants to fuck you.”

  “I’m ready,” he responded and tried to pull me down to him.

  “Not me,” I said, pushing his hands away. “My roommate.”

  “Are you still there?” Amy asked. I had almost forgotten she was on the other line.

  “Yes, I am. Sorry. I was just a little distracted. So how are your parents?”

  We talked for a few more minutes, catching up on our plans for the next few weeks. After a few more minutes, Nick circled his arms around me and kissed me fully on the lips. I put my finger on my lips to signal him to remain quiet since I was still on the phone, but he kissed me again.

  “I want you now,” he said, kissing me a third time.

  I quickly dismissed Amy. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later in the week.” I hung up and looked at Nick. “Are you trying to make Amy jealous?” I asked, kissing him back and laughing.

  “No, just trying to get your attention,” he said as he pinned me underneath him.

  ****

  Around noon we drove to Tony’s for lunch. It was a quaint bar and restaurant that catered to young professionals in the afternoon and rowdy college kids at night. The place guaranteed privacy, as most of our friends and family hardly visited there. The establishment was perpetually dark, an ambiance that promised a great hideaway. We walked towards the bar, hoping that J, an old high school friend of ours, was working today so we were guaranteed a free drink.

  J worked part time at the bar while completing his undergrad degree in fine arts at the local college. He knew I liked Nick because he’d once teased me in high school that if Nick wasn’t my stepbrother, I’d probably hook up with him. How right he was about the hooking up part. After that comment in high school, I made sure to control all evidence of my attraction to Nick.

  As we approached the bar, J’s back was turned from us; he was pouring some drinks for a couple at the other end of the bar. I wondered about the relationship between the couple. One of my favorite pastimes was to analyze the sexual relationship between two strangers and create a fantasy around their relationship. I wondered if they were fuck buddies or a married couple out on a date.

  “Maddy! Great to see you, honey,” J said as he turned around and saw me.

  “Hi, J,” I said, blowing a kiss across to him.

  “Honey?” Nick whispered.

  “Come on. Stop being jealous. You know he’s always called me that.”

  “I know, but still, I can’t help feeling jealous,” he replied, grabbing my ass for a brief moment.

  “Nick! J is right there,” I said, glancing toward J to see if he had noticed us. Thankfully, his attention was still on his customers. “You’re so going to get us in trouble.”

  “You know I like trouble.”

  “Well, I don’t,” I said firmly.

  “Nick. Great to see you,” J called out as soon as he saw us together.

  “Hi there, J,” Nick said, reaching across the bar to shake his hand.

  “Haven’t seen you guys in a while. How’s it going?”

  “Good. School and all that. What about you?” Nick asked.

  “I’m good. Glad the semester’s done,” J answered. “Not easy trying to keep this gig and do the school thing, too, but it’s all good.”

  “I hear you. I work at a bar during the semester as well. It can be rough,” Nick said.

  “Oh, yeah,” J winked. “All those girls all over you? I can’t imagine.”

  I didn’t find J’s words funny. Girls all over Nick was not my vision of how his days and nights in college should be. I hadn’t even known he worked in a bar.

  “When did you start working in a bar?” I asked.

  “Right before the winter break,” he said.

  I nodded. I didn’t really like him working in a bar, but I didn’t want to start acting like the crazy girlfriend just yet.

  “So, what’s there to eat around here, J? I’m famished,” I changed the topic.

  “Here you go,” J said as he placed a menu in front of us. “I’ll get the server.”

  “Are you hungry?” I asked Nick as J turned away.

  “You bet.” He sat astride bar stool next to me. The mental image of his cock hanging between his legs made me want to reach out and stroke him.

  “Ready to order?”

  “Yes, please,” I said, and Nick nodded his head in agreement.

  “I was at the end of my shift. You guys enjoy your lunch and drinks on me,” J said, placing a bottle of beer in front of Nick and a glass of cranb
erry-pineapple juice for me.

  “Thanks,” Nick and I said in unison.

  Once J left, we moved to a quiet, dark corner against the wall for more privacy.

  As soon as we settled in, away from the lunch crowd and at an angle that allowed us to see anyone that was approaching us before they saw us, I unzipped Nick’s pants and slipped my hands into his boxers. He cock was semi-hard. He gasped at the touch and momentarily closed his eyes. I noticed a waitress about my age approaching us, and I froze for a second. She introduced herself and placed the menu on our table. I noticed Nick’s gaze shift from the menu to her watermelon-sized breasts, and I squeezed his cock a little harder, intending to inflict a little bit of discomfort.

  “Aww,” he flinched.

  “Are you okay?” Sarah, the waitress asked, a little startled, looking from Nick to me. I put on an innocent face.

  “I’m fine. May we have some water please?” Nick asked.

  “Sure.” She turned back towards the kitchen, and I noticed that she had a good-sized ass, too.

  “What did you do that for?” Nick asked. “She’s got nothing on you.”

  “Looked like she was turning you on. That ass and those breasts,” I said, still playfully fondling his cock that had since turned hard.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re the one turning me on,” he said with a deep groan. “It’s totally unfair, what you’re doing to me right now.”

  Sarah returned with two glasses of water and took our order before disappearing again into the kitchen.

  “So, what’s for dessert?” Nick asked as he slowly lifted my dress up.

  “What do you want?” I teased.

  “What do you have to offer?” Nick said, giggling, his hand moving closer to my pussy.

  “You’re so naughty.” I realized his hands had moved to my panties, and a finger began rubbing on my hardening clit. I formed a ring with my finger and thumb and started slowly stroking his cock. Soon, my legs involuntarily spread wider as he opened his legs to make it easier for me to stroke him. I was deliberately slow as I did not intend for him to climax, but I still wanted him to enjoy himself. Our hands kept working overtime as we pretended to be reading the menu in muffles and groans.