Stepbrother Studs Aaron

by Selena Kitt

  Melinda put her phone back in her bag, but kept a hold of it.

  “Hey, pictures! Now! We had a deal!”

  “What was that? A cameo appearance by the tiniest, shyest cock ever?”

  “It’s not tiny.”

  She grinned—her insult had landed exactly where she wanted, slap in the middle of his mile-wide competitive streak. Oh, this was going to be fun.

  “Well you must be suffering from Northern Exposure because you were out all the way but I barely got a glimpse. The deal was that I see it.

  He darted a look over at the blinds and reached back into his boxers. This time when he pulled it out, he cradled his cock across his shaking palm and fingertips.

  “There.” His gaze locked onto hers. “I still think you’re lying about those pictures.”

  “I’m really not.” She couldn’t take her eyes off his crotch.

  His body was hard and slim, his length just a shade darker than his beautifully tanned skin. It was straight and full-looking, even when soft. She hadn’t paid any attention to it when she caught him jerking off because the expression on his face had filled her head too much to take in any other details. Besides, she hadn’t wanted him to catch her watching him.

  “Aaron, I know which panties you took last time.”

  “Prove it.”

  “Okay.” She stood at the same time as he sat back down, kicking off her shoes and reaching up under her skirt to yank down her tights. They were black and thick, Canada-proofed, and they took a moment to remove. The cool air caressed her inner thighs, touching her like the brush of fingers over the growing damp spot between her legs. She settled back in her chair and spread her knees, hiking up her skirt. She was wearing her white ones with the little cherries dotted all over them. “Recognize these?”

  Twin flushes striped Aaron’s face like Apache war-paint.

  “All summer, I kept finding these in your room,” she said, meeting his dark gaze. “I keep looking for them because they’re my favorite, too.”

  “They’re just… panties. I’m not the first or last guy to borrow a pair of panties.” He tried to sound dismissive but his color kept rising. He shifted in his seat, looking at his own knees.

  “I like them because they fit like a glove, and they’re really soft, like I just bought them. Even washing doesn’t make them feel old.” She glanced at his cock, which had thickened. Just a little. She smiled. “Deny it all you want, but your cock likes them too.”

  He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers round his length like he was trying to hide it. As if—it would never fit behind his hand now. His knuckles shifted just a little and she realized he was giving himself a little squeeze. And, he hadn’t put himself away.

  She took a deep breath and ventured into the land of no-return.

  “I’ll show you more—if you show me more.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I want to know what’s going on in your head when you steal these.”

  She moved her feet so both heels were spread at the edge of the seat, sliding a hand between her legs and touching herself lightly through the cotton. Everything was sensitive, but especially there. She bit her lip, pulling her hand away when she heard Aaron’s sharp gasp.

  He tore his gaze from between her legs, groaning, and she saw his cock jump.

  “What are you thinking about, Aaron?” she asked.

  “Remember when I busted myself up, falling off that stupid wall?”

  “Yeah.” She frowned, remembering how banged up he’d been.

  “You were wearing those the day you came over to my dorm room.” His flush deepened. “You struggled a little getting onto the bunk behind me and I caught a flash before you straddled my legs. Remember you had to rub that cream stuff on me? It was the only thing that helped.”

  “Yeah.” A grin spread across her face before she could catch it. So he did remember.

  “You were really gentle putting that stuff on.” Aaron wiped his hands down his face. “And then you stopped... you know, when you got to my boxers… but I was so hard by the time you were done.”

  “I thought you’d forgotten.” She remembered it too, that moment. She’d seen the rise in his shorts, how he turned to keep it from her. But she’d known. She’d felt it too.

  “Forgotten?” Aaron gave a shaky laugh. “Not likely. I… the truth is, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I just… I didn’t know how to be around you.”

  “It’s just me now.” Melinda’s anger had all gone.

  “No one’s watching you ‘be’ around me in here,” she continued. “It’s just us. And… I swear I’ll give you all the pictures if…” Could she really ask? She chanced it. “If you get yourself off.”

  “I don’t know.” His hand was still around his cock, and it had risen to life quite nicely, she noticed, in spite of his apparent doubt.

  “Want some help?”

  He swallowed, looking at her, but not saying anything. She saw his knuckles give that little squeeze again and eased back into her seat, sliding her fingers down between her legs. She pictured him in his dorm bunk, hips shifting against the bed as she smoothed the arnica up his inner thighs, almost right up to the crease of his groin. She remembered his face coming up off of the mattress, lips parting to let out a soft groan, knuckles whitening around the sheets.

  She thought, at the time, that she might have been hurting him. Apparently not. Her pussy clenched and she felt herself getting wetter through the panties. Melinda got up on legs with knees that had suddenly gone wobbly, managing to turn around and lower herself over Aaron’s crotch. His cock was hot against her and she felt his breath coming faster between her shoulders.

  “Oh God, Melinda…” His voice was hoarse and his long, warm fingers closed around her waist.

  What are we doing?

  Now or never.

  She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down past her thighs, over her knees, stepping out of them. Turning slowly, she draped the panties over his face, thrilled at the way he jerked with surprise.

  Aaron let out a low groan, breathing hard, both hands gripping his thighs. She plucked the panties off his face and wrapped them around his cock, guiding the hand now resting on his leg to his crotch, to hold them in place. He bit his lip, shifting his knees a little further apart, and gave himself a couple of slow, uncertain strokes.

  “I’ll help you a little more,” Melinda offered.

  She stood, going across to the seat opposite him, hiking her skirt up to her waist and resting her feet on the edge of the seat so he could see everything. The perfect view. His gaze fell between her legs, his mouth falling slightly open as he watched her start stroking the hood of her clit with her thumb. She was already wet, excited beyond words, so she went slow. Tiny pulses of pleasure warmed her from the inside out.

  Seeing him watching, she traced her fingers down through her slit, nearing the opening of her pussy. He watched, his hand moving on his cock now without any thought at all, his dark eyes turning even darker.

  “Put your finger in.” His voice was hardly a whisper. He cleared his throat and said it again. “Put your finger in for me.”

  For me. Those words thrilled her.

  “Like this?” She did as he asked, pushing one finger slowly into her hole.

  “Oh yeah.” Aaron’s hand slipped up and down his cock slowly, like a warm-up. It was definitely getting warm in here, she realized. “Keep it there while you rub your clit for me.”

  Again. For me.

  Melinda rubbed her clit in little circles, letting her other finger slide slowly in and out of her pussy. She watched her stepbrother with half-closed eyes, picturing herself climbing back into his lap, stroking those panties over the head of his cock. Would he let her? She saw him start to stroke it faster, her panties sliding over the head of his dick again and again.

  “Faster,” she ordered, her breath catching as she watched him pick up speed. She went faster, too, he
r pussy throbbing in time with her pulse.

  “Take your top off.” Aaron’s gaze swept over her. “Toss it over here.”

  She did as he asked and her breath caught as he removed his t-shirt. My God, he really had been working out. His pecs and abs were well-defined. Her fingers itched to touch him, watching as he rubbed the satin of her cami across his chest. He lifted it to his nose and breathed in her scent, his hand fisting his cock even faster now. Then he dropped the thin bit of material to his lap, balled into his other fist, as he pulled at the length of his cock. His face and shoulders were beaded with sweat.

  Oh, he was close.

  “I bet I can make you come before me.” She smiled.

  “Nuh-uh.” Aaron gave a weak, distracted laugh. He couldn’t keep his hips still and she saw his toes back starting to arch. He took his hand off his cock with a low moan and she watched it, fascinated, as it bobbed all on its own. “I’ve been practicing holding off. There’s no way.”

  “So it’s a bet?” She challenged.

  “Sure.” He nodded at her pussy. “I want to see you put two fingers in.”

  “I can do better than that.” She stood, undoing her bra with a quick flick, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes lit up when he saw her breasts. They weren’t big, but they weren’t exactly tiny either. Nice and perky. Firm. Hard, rosy, pebbled nipples.

  “You don’t play fair.” He squeezed his cock hard, hissing between his teeth.

  “Nope.” She turned around, leaving her skirt on, giving him a fine view of her from behind as she leaned over her own seat. Glancing back over her shoulder at him, she smiled. “Two fingers, you said?”

  She didn’t wait for an answer and he didn’t give her one. Spreading her legs wider, she reached between them and slid two fingers slowly into her pussy. She heard him gasp when she did that, but she didn’t stop there. She worked another finger into her hole, rocking her hips back toward him as she started to finger-fuck herself. Three fingers, in and out. She twisted her hand so she could thumb her clit too.

  “Damn,” he murmured and she looked back to see him watching the show.

  “You have to keep touching it,” she reminded him, nodding at his cock, where his hand had slowed again. “We both have to keep touching it.”

  “Okay, okay.” His hand started moving again, but he was sweating, his chest and belly wet with it. “Will you go a little faster for me?”

  “Faster?” She plunged her fingers in, the wet, squelching sound filling the room as she did what he asked. “Oh, God, Aaron… that feels so good.”

  “Uh-huh,” he agreed, his breath coming faster. He’d leaned forward to watch closer. She felt his breath on her thigh.

  “Jerk it hard for me,” she panted, her body rocking, her tits bouncing as she fingered herself, She was picturing him standing behind her, fucking her with his thick length. What she wouldn’t give… “Please, Aaron. Oh, God, I want to watch you come.”

  “Fuck, Lindy!” He groaned, head going from side to side, like he might escape the inevitable.

  “Will you come for me?” She panting, fucking herself for him. For him. Oh fuck, she was so close. Her thighs trembled. Her body was strung taut.

  “Not before you do.” He bit his lip, straining hard, she could tell he was trying not to come.

  “So close,” she whispered, bracing herself against the seat with her other hand, arching her back, ass up high, so he could see as much as he liked.

  “Me too.” He groaned. “Fuck!”

  “Watch this.” She bent practically in half, shoulders on the seat, reaching back with her other hand.

  “Lindy,” he warned, letting out a hiss of breath when she slid a finger into her asshole. “Holy hell, what are you doing?”

  “Fucking my ass too,” she murmured, shuddering at the sensation. It was too much. Oh hell, she was going to come and lose this bet. “I love it in my ass.”

  “No, no, no!” Aaron cried out, his hips bucking up so hard toward the ceiling he actually stood, thrusting and grunting as he splattered her plunging fingers with hot cum. She felt the heat of his cum, a gentle trickle that slid gently down toward her hole, and that did it. It pushed her right over the edge.

  “Ohhhhhh Aaron!” She moaned his name, sobbing it as she came, her pussy and asshole clamping around her plunging fingers.

  They were silent for a few moments, both back in their respective seats, each getting their breath back.

  Then she smiled over at him. “I win.”

  “Oh, no, that was a draw.”

  “No way.” She could still feel his come all over her ass, under her skirt. “I didn’t let go until I felt that weapon of mass destruction go off!”

  “Which was almost right at the same time, and you know it.” Aaron chuckled. He got up and moved to her side of the cabin, taking her hand and wrapping it round his cock. That thrilled her. It was warm and still very full. “Still hard. I’ve got to get points for that.”

  “Lots of points.” She nodded, grinning, meeting his smoky gaze. “But I still win.”

  “Lindy!”

  She stroked her thumb along the edge of the head, seeing him flinch. He was obviously still really sensitive and she’d never been good at a quick recovery after a first orgasm. She squeezed him gently, deciding to raise the stakes, because she didn’t want this to be over. Not yet.

  “Double or nothing—I bet I can suck you off faster than you can make me come again.”

  “You think?” Aaron shoved his jeans down, much quicker to take her bet this time, tossing them into the corner of his seat along with his boxers. There wasn’t much room on the seats for both of them at once, so he stretched out on the floor on his back, holding his arms out to her. “Come here.”

  She straddled his hips, standing, looking down at him. The way he looked up at her, his gaze tracing her legs up to where they disappeared under her skirt, then skipping up to her breasts, then her eyes, made her feel dizzy.

  “Turn around,” he instructed, twirling his finger. She did as he instructed, feeling his hands grabbing the edge of her skirt, easing her downward until she was kneeling on the rough carpet, his cock in her face, her crotch centered over his. “Okay, do your worst. Or your best. Whatever. Go.”

  His mouth covered her mound and she let out a cry. He started out by cleaning her up, paying special attention to her entrance, alternating between tiny licks and dips and it was almost a full minute before she remembered that she was supposed to be returning the favor.

  She’d given him a head-start, damnit!

  She brushed her lips over the length of his thickening cock before sliding her tongue against his slit. He groaned against her pussy, sending shivers running through her. Encouraged, she embraced the whole head with her lips, tucking him behind her teeth and rubbing him against the roof of her mouth.

  That instantly put him on the offensive, sucking her clit, making her gasp.

  You wanna play hardball? She smiled to herself, wiggling in his grip. Fine, we’ll play.

  He seemed to have the exact same idea at the exact same time. They both went for it. She punished his cock with suction and he battered her clit with tongue lashes, until they were both whimpering and writhing with the sweetness of the torture.

  She worked his cock for all she was worth, taking as much of him as she could until her neck and shoulder muscles burned. Her fingers moved over him, as much as she could reach, his hips, his hard, ridged belly, his wide chest, her nails brushing his nipples, making him grunt and thrust upward into her mouth. Encouraged by that, her mouth was too full to smile when he gave a muffled yell as she pinched his nipple, twisting a little.

  But his tongue was driving her to distraction. He was damned good with it. Too good. Something was coiled, a trap waiting to be sprung, deep in her belly. She cried out, his cock still in her mouth, so close her thighs quivered with the effort to hold back.

  Her climax was close, too close, and so she gave it her best effort, su
cking harder, going all the way to the root, making him yell again, a strangled, muffled sound. His thighs clenched and she felt him swelling against her tongue and she thought, Oh, I’m going to win! Oh fuck, he’s going to come in my mouth!

  And it was just the thought that pushed her over.

  There was no hiding her orgasm. This one came hard and fast, and it soaked him, her juices flooding his face. She gasped and panted as her pussy spasmed, her hot, flushed cheek resting against his thigh. His hands held her in place, even as she whimpered and wiggled and tried to pull away, but his tongue lashing grew soft, gentle, so very tender.

  Finally, he let her go, and she rolled off him onto the carpet, still gasping for air.

  The, Aaron’s head popped up as he went to his elbows, grinning. “You lose!”

  “Yeah, ok. Don’t gloat.” She stuck her tongue out at him as he turned around, so they were facing the same way. He settled beside her and she squirmed as his thumb traced gentle circles around her nipple. The slightest touch on her elbow would have made her twitch, right then. She put her hand over his to still it.

  “You going to show me those pictures now or what?”

  “Or what,” she evaded. She just wanted to lie still a few more moments and enjoy his warmth. She glanced sideways and saw him stroking himself. She couldn’t believe how much stamina he had. “How about all or nothing—whoever can hold out longest with you inside me… wins.”

  His hand went still under hers and he took a deep breath. “I can’t believe this is real.”

  “I know.” She was about to backtrack when he moved onto his back.

  “I want you on top.” He held himself up for her to slide down on. “Come on, Sis, let’s do this thing.”

  This was the real point of no return, she realized as she straddled him, looking into those dark, searching eyes. They were really going to do this thing. She was about to slide her brother’s cock into her pussy. Once that happened, they could never go back.

  “Oh Lindy…” he breathed as she lowered herself down.

  She felt that first, sweet stretch as he entered her, hot and incredibly smooth. His eyes flew wide as she went all the way down, settling herself, her clit brushing against his pubic hair. She spread her fingers across his chest, bracing herself, then started moving. He screwed his eyes shut to focus while she stroked him up and down, tightening and loosening, loving the way his shoulders and arms flexed as he gripped her waist. To keep her balance she needed both hands on his body and couldn’t go near her clit. His breathing picked up to a frantic rhythm then he grabbed her hips, pulling her up.