by Tia Siren
“How do you know they’re stockings?” I asked.
“I peek,” my stepbrother said. His hand was still on my thigh.
“I’m not hot without the stockings?”
“No, you’re still pretty hot,” Tyler said. “You saw me fucking Carolyn.”
I nodded. His hand slid upward, toward the hem of my skirt. I felt my loins stir. I yearned for him to keep going, but he stopped just as his fingertips brushed against the material of my skirt.
“You're my sister,” Tyler said softly. He was looking at me.
“Stepsister,” I said, and I spread my legs slightly. He took the hint, his fingers disappearing under the hem of my skirt. They slid along the crotch of my panties, which was moist. I turned my head toward his, and he was there. I closed my eyes as our lips met. He tasted like the wine we had drunk. I parted my lips for his probing tongue, and it danced along with mine.
His fingers stayed on my crotch, rubbing up and down along my slit, on the outside of my wet panties. I spread my legs more. His fingers slid to the side as we kissed, hooking around the material of my black thong and pulling the crotch aside so his fingers could feel me. One slid into me, and then another.
My own hand went to play, sliding onto his lap where I could feel his hard cock bulging against the fly of his slacks. With a practiced hand, I undid his fly and pulled down his zipper. I reached in through the front of his boxer briefs and wrapped my delicate fingers around his angry cock. I pulled it free and began to jerk him off.
“Suck it,” my stepbrother moaned against my mouth, but I shook my head.
“Fuck me,” I said, and then I was moving, sliding over the gear shift, onto his lap. I faced Tyler, my knees resting on either side of his legs on the leather of the seat.
Tyler hiked my skirt up as I bent to kiss him again. His fingers curled under the sides of my thong and began tugging it down, but I knew it would be hard to get it down and off in the cramped car, so I pulled my full lips away from his and ran my hand through his hair as I spoke.
“Rip them off,” I said, and he did, eagerly. He tossed them aside, and I reached down and gripped his cock by the shaft and held it still as I lowered myself onto it. He was long and thick, and Tyler’s cock was one of the biggest I had ever had inside me. I moaned as I slid down over him and he filled me with his cock.
I rode him, my pace quick, and he pawed at my tits, pulling my blouse up and then tugging the cups of my bra down to expose them. He leaned forward and took one of my hard, cherry-red nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled and sent a wave of pleasure running through my body.
Tyler’s cock felt like heaven inside my pussy, and it didn’t take me long to come. I gripped his shoulder with one hand and took a hold of his perfect hair with the other as I groaned and felt a wave of ecstasy build up in my loins and roll in quivering waves throughout my body. I curled my toes in my heels. My groan turned into a sharp scream, and my pussy clamped tightly onto his cock as I slammed down one more time.
He arched up to meet me, and we sat like that for a moment, my orgasm dying and fading away with his cock pushed as deeply inside me as it would go.
Then it was his turn.
I looked at him and smiled. I could tell he was hungry. I could tell he wanted me. I could tell he wanted to come. I began moving on his lap again, up and down, grinding my hips against his. His hands were everywhere, groping my breasts, pulling my hair, reaching around to squeeze my ass cheeks. He wasn’t going to last long, and I wasn’t going to tease him—our lunch had already grown ridiculously long. I bucked atop him quickly, with long motions that caused most of his hard cock to slide out. Then I pushed down so I was filled once more.
“I’m going to come,” he said in a hushed voice, a warning to me since he didn’t have a condom on. I had been on birth control since the age of sixteen, however, and it was Carolyn that I thought of, how he had pulled out and come all over her ass that night, when I leaned down to whisper to him, my lips brushing the lobe of his ear.
“Come in me, stepbrother,” I said.
He groaned, and he did. His head went back, his hips arched upward again. Inside me, his cock jump once, twice, three times, over and over again as he sprayed long, thick ropes of semen deep into me.
When he was done, I lay against him for a moment, panting. Then I slipped off and spent some time in his passenger seat making myself presentable. My panties were torn and useless, so I tucked them into the inside pocket of his sports jacket. Then I climbed out of his car and we rode back up the elevator together in silence.
I went through the rest of the day without panties, and I kept thinking about my lunchtime tryst.
Tyler was my stepbrother.
It was so wrong, but it had felt so right.
4
Over the next few weeks, Tyler and I saw more of each other. It was not as if we went out on dates. We just fucked—at work, at my home, at his apartment in the city. That was amazing, seeing how he lived. We spent most of our time in bed. If he hadn’t been my stepbrother, I would have dated Tyler. That apartment, his car, his lavish lifestyle, it was all so tantalizing, but I couldn’t partake in it. We could go out to lunch sometimes at work; that was fine. We even grabbed dinner one night. We were stepbrother and stepsister. Some people knew it. Tyler lived his life in the public. His father was famous, and he and his brother were too. Owning one of the biggest companies in America would do that.
I wasn’t sure if any of the people I worked with knew that our bosses were my stepbrothers. I wasn’t sure if they knew Tyler and I were fucking. We tried not to be together too often unless we were alone in the office. Then I would be bent over his desk or riding him as he sat in his chair.
Our relationship was purely physical, and it suited us both fine. I knew he was fucking other girls, and it didn’t bother me. I was sure he was still sleeping with Carolyn. That was fine. I liked Tyler. He was funny and suave. But it wasn’t like I could marry him. That would be too weird since my mother was married to his father.
My relationship with Brad was good too. He was just as handsome as his brother and every bit as cool. He was a little more reserved, though. I never caught him fucking the secretary late at night. I didn’t know if he had a girlfriend or what he did. He didn’t drive a ridiculously expensive car; he didn’t go to eat at all the newest and most expensive restaurants.
One night, a month into my sexual relationship with his brother, I found myself working late with Brad. We were sitting together, side by side, in the glass-walled conference room, going over the script for a radio ad we were putting together. We finished our work. I smiled at Brad. He leaned over and kissed me.
It took me by surprise, but I welcomed it. I closed my eyes. I parted my lips. I felt his hand on me, not on my breast or thigh, where Tyler always put his, but on my face, caressing it with his strong fingers. Sweet. Gentle.
Brad pulled away, and I opened my eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then, before I could tell him it was all right, that I had liked it, he stood and hurried out of the room. I let him go.
Brad didn’t go out of his way to avoid me the next few days, but he did seem distant. I wasn't going to put any pressure on him. A couple of nights after he had kissed me, I found myself at his brother’s penthouse apartment. We had dined on takeout, and not the type of fast and easy I was used to. It had been delicious and gourmet, delivered by a man in a suit. After dinner I was finishing my third glass of wine, standing next to a large bay window that looked out over the city. Tyler came up behind me; I could see him in the soft reflection of the glass.
“Hey,” I said with a smile. He kissed me on the neck and then took my wine glass. He set it on a table nearby, and I went to turn around, but he put his hands on my waist and kept me from doing so. He had something in one of his hands. It was his tie. He slipped it over my head, tying it around me so that it covered my eyes. I was blindfolded.
He took me by the hand and led me into his bedroom. I stood there as he
touched me. I was wearing a skirt and blouse and stockings. I always wore stockings for him; they really got him going. He undressed me as I stood, planting kisses all over my body. The was a chill in his apartment, and once I was nude, save for the heels and stockings, my nipples got hard, jutting out from my fat and heavy breasts.
Tyler seemed different, kissing me like that. Soft and tender. He helped me lie back on the bed. His strong hands ran along my legs, starting at my ankles and moving up the stockings to my thighs before going back down and pulling my heels off. I smiled playfully and reached for his crotch. I found it, squeezed his hard cock beneath his pants, but he pulled my hand away.
Tyler bent down and kissed my stomach. He was kneeling beside me, and he went to the left, so his lips sent a trail down to my pussy. The bed moved as he repositioned himself, and then his tongue was running up my wet slit. I reached down, ran my hands through his hair.
Tyler had never gone down on me before. I had sucked his cock, he had come down my throat or splashed it across my face, but he had never eaten my pussy. He was a selfish guy in the bedroom, but that had been working for me.
Then, though, that night with the blindfold on and his head between my legs and his tongue eagerly lapping at my wet pussy, I couldn’t help but feel cheated. He had been holding out on me.
He made me come with his tongue and fingers. When the orgasm overtook me, the tip of his tongue was flicking lightly over my clit, and he had two fingers, slick with my own juices, sliding in and out of my tight pussy. As I came, he moved his fingers and buried his face against my crotch.
“Fuck,” I said softly, and I felt the bed move as Tyler repositioned himself once more. I heard his pants come off, and then the bed dipped right next to my head. I grinned and turned my face toward him while opening my mouth. Sure enough, his cock was there, and he slid it slowly into my waiting mouth. His hand went to my naked tit, my nipple hard against his palm. He groped me, but still with a sensitivity I hadn’t experienced. It was almost as if he had traded places with his brother.
Moments later, I came to realize how true that was. The bed squeaked on the other side of me and dipped down. A rough hand was on my face, pulling my lips away from the cock I had been sucking so I would turn my head. Another cock slid into my mouth.
Tyler’s.
He had blindfolded me and taken me into his room, and then Brad had taken over. I hadn’t even known Brad was there. He was the one who had eaten me out; I had been sucking his cock. He was still beside me, pawing softly at my breast. Tyler had come onto the bed. He was naked. He was hard. He was in my mouth. I couldn’t see a thing.
I had never been in a threesome before. This had been sprung on me suddenly. Two brothers, naked, fucking my mouth. I should have been mad. I wasn’t.
I went with it. I reached over, took Brad’s hard cock in my hand as his brother thrust his hips back and forth, using my mouth the same way he always used my pussy. Of course, there was a chance it wasn’t Brad there, that it had been someone else. I never saw them, the whole time I was double fucked. But somehow, I knew.
I jerked Brad off as I sucked Tyler’s cock, and then I moved, taking Brad into my mouth once more and using my hand to grip Tyler’s cock and jerk it. I was gentle with Brad, moving my lips or my hand slowly, and more wild with Tyler. I gripped him tightly when I was pulling on his hard on and kept my mouth still as he fucked it when I was blowing him.
At one point, after Brad pulled out of my mouth and was moving, I went to take the blindfold off, but a hand stopped me. I was moved by Brad’s gentle guidance, getting onto my hands and knees. My pussy was soaked, and I wanted to be fucked. Tyler moved, on his knees in front of me from what I could gather, and held me by the back of the head as he guided his cock into my mouth once more.
Brad was gentle, situated behind me. He took me by the hips, pulled me backward. The head of his swollen cock pressed on my wet slit. And then he was inside me, pulling me back more, filling me with his massive cock. He was thicker than his brother was, and maybe a bit longer too. Strange, since they looked so much alike otherwise. His hands went to my ass as I began to rock back and forth. When I went forward, Tyler’s cock slid down my throat. When I pulled back, Brad’s cock slid deep into my vagina. It was more than I had ever experienced, and it was nothing but pure bliss.
Brad reached up from behind me to grab my swinging tits as he plowed me fast. Tyler’s fingers pulled my hair painfully as his dick filled my mouth and throat. I was being used by my stepbrothers, and it made me wetter than I had ever been.
I came again before either one of them did. It came suddenly, without warning, hardly any buildup and then there it was. I moaned around Tyler’s cock. He took my open mouth as an invitation to slam his hips forward, and as I came, he came, spraying a hot sticky load down my throat and into my stomach. I gagged, pushed against him even as my pussy clenched tightly around Brad’s cock. Tyler pulled away from me, his cock hot and slick. He climbed off the bed.
Brad pulled out of me and guided me into a lying position. He lowered himself onto me, entered me again. He went slowly, bucking atop me, his cock rock hard and throbbing as he slid in and out of me. His lips found my tits, sucking on each nipple in turn. His hand was in my hair, holding it, pulling it slightly. Tyler must have left. It was just the two of us. I came again.
He came shortly after that. He wanted to kiss me, I could tell, but I had just blown his brother, and he wouldn’t. He kissed my neck instead, and then he was grunting, and his cock jumped inside me as he filled me. He pulled away. I lay there.
Ten minutes later I took off the blindfold. I was alone. I padded out, nude, into the living room. Tyler was there, watching TV, sitting in his boxer shorts. Brad wasn’t there.
“You guys are kinky,” I said. Tyler looked at me. He didn’t speak. I went back into the bedroom and slept.
I cornered Brad at work a few days later. He had been avoiding me again. It was late. Everyone was going home. He was in his office.
“That was you, right?” I said. He knew what I was talking about. He didn’t say anything. “I liked it,” I assured him.
“You’re fucking my brother. You’re my stepsister. We’re related.”
“Not by blood,” I said. Not able to stop myself, I went around his desk and leaned down so I could kiss him. I was wearing a skirt. Tyler had fucked me in the elevator that morning. I hiked the skirt up and sat on Brad’s lap. We kissed, he got hard, I got wet. We fucked in his chair.
5
Days turned to weeks, which turned to months. I was seeing Brad and Tyler. They both gave me different things, but neither relationship grew too much since I was their stepsister. I was pretty sure they both knew I was fucking the other. Tyler was rough and fun and left me panting in a pool of my own sweat. Brad was gentle and sweet and made me come with his tongue almost every time I saw him before making me come again with his cock.
I fell for both men. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. And then, a miracle.
My mother. Their father. Divorce.
I hadn’t been speaking to my mom a lot. I was busy. Work kept me busy. Screwing the two brother’s kept me busy. I knew the marriage wasn’t what she had wanted, but I didn’t know it was so close to being done.
It was still strange between us, Tyler and Brad and I. We could have a relationship now, well one of the two and I, but it would still be weird. They still lived in the public eye. People would talk. But Tyler was wild. He didn’t seem to care.
I got caught up in him, and I stopped seeing Brad as much. Tyler and I went out. We started dating. People took notice. I didn’t care, and he didn’t care. I was wined and dined. I got expensive gifts. The rest of the ad team resented me, but then Tyler went to work in another department. I wanted to make it on my own and not have people talking behind my back.
People ridiculed Tyler. It was in a couple of magazines. His one-time stepsister. Dating. But it didn’t last long. I didn’t flaunt my relation
ship with Brad in front of Tyler, but I couldn’t stop seeing the gentler brother altogether. He gave me something I didn’t get from Tyler.
Tyler could be cold and callous and mean. Brad never was.
Three months after my mother and her husband had gotten divorced, and I had started openly dating Tyler, I found out I was pregnant. I had put it off for a couple of weeks. I had always been pretty regular, even taking birth control pills. When I missed my period, I told myself it was something else. Maybe I was getting sick. That surely could mess up my cycle. But I had never been a couple of weeks late before. I took a test. It was positive.
So was the second test, and the third. I cried. I had been sexual in the last month with only the brothers. We had never had another threesome, though Brad did eventually admit it had been him the one time. He had always wanted me. He and his brother had done something similar before. Tyler had talked him into it.
The father could have been either one of them. I found myself hoping it was Brad, but I was technically with Tyler. He didn’t know I was having sex with his brother still, so I went to him first. I told him at his apartment.
“You’re on the pill,” Tyler said.
“I know,” I said. “I don’t know what happened.”
“Well, it’s fine. We can take care of it,” Tyler said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll pay—for the procedure.”
My mouth fell open. Not having the baby had never even crossed my mind. “I’m not going to get rid of it,” I said.
“I’m not going to be a dad,” Tyler said.
“You are,” I argued. I felt my face growing red and my anger rising.
“How do I know it’s mine?” Tyler said.
“What do you mean?”
“I won’t pay for anything until we take a DNA test. I don’t know who you fuck.”
“Do you fuck other people?”
Tyler laughed. It hurt my feelings. “Of course I do.”
I didn’t know why I was so hurt. I was cheating on Tyler with his own brother. But I was hurt, badly. I turned and rushed from Tyler’s apartment.