Dirty Stepbrother

by Alycia Taylor

  The first girl that came down the stairs was dressed in a tight little mini-skirt and a skin tight cotton shirt that tied up over her naval. She had on knee socks and had her hair in braids like a schoolgirl. That schoolgirl shit didn’t do anything for me, but a lot of guys like it, I guess. She strutted around in her stiletto’s, only taking off her blouse during the first song, but doing a lot of bumping and grinding. During the second song, the skirt came off and she was in a skimpy blue bra, barely containing her giant, fake tits, and a skimpy thong that contained exactly as much as it should.

  The third song said good-bye to her bra and, somehow, a silk sheet appeared on stage and she lay back on it and simulated torrid sex and masturbation. Like I said, I didn’t get into school girls, but once that uniform was shed, it was a pretty hot show.

  The next girl was more my style. She had long, dark hair, and she wore a skimpy little business suit. Each piece of clothing she took off revealed a nicely toned and tattooed body, and everything looked real, not plastic or rubber or whatever that shit is they use to plump things up. She had long tan toned legs and medium-sized, firm tits. She lay down during her third song, naked, besides an almost invisible white thong. She spread her legs, pumped her hips and had both her hands between her legs, presumably masturbating herself for all to watch. That was hot, but the hottest part was when she rolled over onto her knees and put her ass up in the air towards the audience as she worked her own pussy. She had a fine looking ass too. It was nicely rounded, and looked like she either worked out, or she just kept it in good shape from all the arching and bending and bumping and grinding for her clients.

  When the girls weren’t dancing onstage, they would circle the crowd, looking for lap dances. The ones I’d seen making the rounds in there that night were all pretty hot in their see-through lingerie and high heels, long blonde or brunette hair cascading down around their shoulders. Some of them were petite and some tall; some had little boobs and some gigantic ones. But the one that had my cock twitching in my pants was the brunette in the business suit…go figure.

  “Here you go, honey.” The waitress smiled and flashed her dimples as she sat the beer down.

  “Thanks, I got anything left on my grab-ass-tab?”

  “Not on tab baby, but cash is always welcome.”

  “We’ll see how the night goes,” I told her with a grin. “How about you ask that one up there to come see me when she finishes her dance.”

  She looked up at the stage and said, “Mm, you have good taste, she’s my favorite too.”

  “You’re welcome to join us,” I told her.

  She winked at me and said, “Sorry sweetie, you wanna play, you have to pay. Besides, Bianca’s my roommate; I can play with her all I want.” Then she winked at me again and licked her big, full lips before she walked away. Damn! Now my cock was aching.

  Chapter Nine

  Elly

  I woke up on Sunday morning with butterflies in my stomach. I almost wished I had never called Tristan. It all seemed too overwhelming to me now. For one thing, he’s obviously just looking for another piece of ass. Was that what I was really looking for, after everything I’d been through already? Then, there was the fact that he’s obviously hit some kind of brick wall in his career. He was a finalist on Fresh Voices, and that would be great if he hadn’t already been a star and just pissed it all away. Did I really want to waste my time with a guy like that? What if someone found out about us? I wasn’t just risking my internship to spend a little time with him; I was risking my entire career. If I got fired and he got disqualified, it would be front page news on every rag in every grocery store across the U.S. Not because I was important, but because he used to be. If there was a scandal, people would suddenly remember who he was. That was how Hollywood worked.

  Sighing, I threw back the covers and got out of bed. I found Susie in the kitchen eating waffles and reading Greatest Films of all Time for our final this week. That’s what I should have been doing, concentrating on what was good in my life rather than inviting in more drama. I had a 3.8 GPA that I wouldn’t have much longer if I didn’t crack open a book or two.

  “Hey!” she said, closing the book. “Looking forward to tonight?”

  I put my hand on my fluttering stomach and said, “I don’t know. I feel kind of sick.”

  “It’s just nerves, you’ll be fine,” she said.

  I poured a cup of coffee and sat down next to her at the table. “What if it isn’t nerves, Susie? What if my body is trying to tell me that this is a huge mistake?”

  Susie smiled and put down her fork. “Your body doesn’t know anything except that you haven’t dated in a while because of the terrible thing that happened to you the last time you fell in love. The universe is not against you. Tragedies happen and people move on. Tristan is probably just a stepping stone on your way. Have fun, don’t overthink it and you’ll be fine. Oh, and make sure he wraps it in foil before he checks your oil.” She laughed at her own wittiness.

  I smacked her on the side of her arm for that comment. “I’m not going over there to have sex with him,” I told her.

  “Riiiight!” she said.

  I smacked her again and went to get in the shower. It was only nine a.m. I had a good ten hours to stew over it before I actually saw him. Maybe I’d go buy a new outfit to wear. It was doubtful that Tristan would notice what I was wearing, but I’d feel better if I looked nice. I decided that was what I’d do, and after some shopping to clear my head, I might be able to concentrate and get some studying done.

  Ten hours later, I was standing in front of Tristan’s apartment in a questionable building in an even more questionable neighborhood, once again wondering what the hell I was doing. I’d bought a new pair of jeans…and a blouse…and a pair of boots. I really couldn’t afford any of it, but it had made me feel good while I was picking it all out, and it made me feel good when I looked at myself in the mirror. The blouse was red and it buttoned up the front, the jeans fit like a second skin and had bling on the pockets, and the boots were soft, black leather that felt like I was wearing a pair of gloves on my feet. I was having a really good hair day, and Susie, who’s an expert when it comes to make-up, had helped me with my eyeliner and mascara. I left the house feeling like a million bucks, even though I hadn’t gotten a smidge of studying done.

  Before his apartment door, I stood feeling cheap and desperate. I didn’t know if he was looking forward to me coming over or not, but the idea that maybe he was and I might be disappointing him if I didn’t show was the only thing that convinced me to raise my hand and knock.

  “What?” he rudely yelled from inside. I guess he wasn’t overly excited about me showing up.

  “Hi, Tristan, it’s Elly,” I said.

  “Elly?” Not a promising start, and it only got worse. “Oh shit! Hang on a second!”

  I heard a lot of shuffling around and a drawer opening and slamming shut. After several minutes, he pulled open the door. He ran his eyes over my body and gave the new clothes an admiring gaze, at least. Then he looked at my face and said, “Hey!”

  “Hi, did I catch you at a bad time?”

  “No, not at all. I was…writing some new music and I lost track of time. Come in.”

  I stepped inside the tiny cluttered space and he closed the door behind me. It smelled like weed and old pizza.

  “Hang on a second and let me straighten up.”

  He left me standing by the door while he shoved dishes in the sink and take out containers into the trash. Then he picked up a pile of what looked like his dirty clothes, except that I could have sworn there was something pink and silky in the middle of it all, and he threw them into what I assumed was the bathroom. After another full five minutes he walked back over to the couch and sat down. Patting the seat next to him, he said, “Have a seat.”

  I wanted to turn and run, but it was too late now. I was a fucking idiot for being there. I’d wasted my whole day thinking about this and he had forgotten t
hat I was even coming. His place was a pigsty and he’d left me standing by the door. I was worse than an idiot if I didn’t turn and leave. I took a deep breath and walked over and sat down next to him. He grinned at me and I smiled back. I had no idea what to say.

  After a few second of silence he said, “You want a beer?”

  “Sure,” I said. I didn’t, really, but it would at least give me something to do with my hands.

  He got up and walked the six or so steps to his little kitchen area and opened an apartment sized refrigerator. From where I sat I could see that it was full of beer. The only other thing inside of it was a bottle of Tabasco sauce. The counter above it was decorated with various bottles of alcohol: whiskey, vodka, even gin. If it hadn’t been for all the take-out containers, I would’ve wondered if he even ate.

  He came back with the beer, handed me mine, chugged most of his down and sat down next to me. After I took my first drink of the beer, he took my face in his hand and he kissed me. It was weird, no conversation, no awkward date moments…he was just moving right in for the sex. I knew people did that, but I’d never done it before. Then again, I’d never had sex in a public bathroom before I met Tristan, either. Somewhere deep inside of me, even though I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I knew the sex was what I came for too. I had things I needed to forget; a man I loved that was no longer here to love me back. Sex with Tristan might be just what I needed to let go of the past.

  His hands were playing lightly at first across my new, silk shirt; he started unbuttoning it, slowly as we kissed. I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the lace of my bra, protruding out through the light fabric of my blouse as his other hand ran palm-down across them. I could also feel warmth and wetness between my legs. Right or wrong, this man turned me on like crazy. I could tell that he was getting frustrated with the buttons on my shirt, and I really didn’t want him to tear it, so I lifted my arms and let him just pull it off over my head. He tossed it aside and then cupped both of my lace covered breasts in his hands. He ran his thumbs over my swollen nipples before he moved my hair and pressed his lips to my neck. I could feel him sucking on it, hard, as he returned to playing with my breasts and I knew he was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care. I could cover it with my hair, or make-up. It just felt so damn good; I didn’t want him to stop.

  His right hand breast and reached around behind me. I thought he was going to unhook my bra, but instead he pushed a button on something behind me; suddenly, soft music beats were floating through the room. I realized after a few seconds that it was one of his old CD’s. I had the very one and played it until it was actually warped.

  Somewhere beneath the lacy bra, his hand was caressing me. Electricity flowed through my body as I traced the side of his face with my hand, ending up with it tangled in his hair. I gripped it fiercely and that seemed to excite him. It excited me; I’d always loved his hair. He broke away from my neck and pulled me up on his lap. That wasn’t all that surprising except he turned me facing away from him. I could feel him unhook my bra and I let it fall off my arms and down to the floor.

  He grabbed my breasts with both hands and once again buried his face in my neck. I arched my back, pressing my nipples forward even further as he grasped and began to pinch and twist them. I was moaning and I could feel my legs trembling.

  He let one of his hands slide down and began to run it along the tops of my thighs. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of his hand as he slid it up and began to caress my aching core between my legs. My breathing was already coming in slow gasps as I felt his hand travel up further and unbutton and unzip my jeans. Both my mind and my breathing stopped and time stood still as I felt his hand slide down inside of them, making contact with my warm, tingly flesh. I was cursing my own choice of the tight jeans as I felt him try to wiggle his hand down further. He was able to manage it and suddenly I felt a single finger slip under my skimpy panties and press against my warm, wet depths.

  I was moaning and panting, grinding my hips down against his hand towards his finger. He continued to work it in smooth circles across my swollen lips, casually dragging it across the hood of my engorged clit every so often, causing convulsive shivers to rip through my body. I began struggling more fitfully; I wanted his finger inside of me. He seemed to be content to tease, and while his hand did that, his lips and teeth explored the flesh on my shoulder. I shuddered to think how he got so good at all of that, but damn it was nice!

  The slow and constant pressure of one finger on my clit and the other moving back and forth pinching and teasing my excited nipples was already leading me towards an explosive orgasm. Just about the time I was ready to explode, he pulled his finger away leaving me shaking. I heard my body let out a little squeak or a whimper as he picked me up by the waist and moved me off his lap onto the couch.

  “Take off your jeans,” he said. It wasn’t a request, it was a demand and I didn’t question it. I was in submissive mode and I liked it. I had to wiggle out of the tight jeans and my little panties slipped down over my thighs along with them. I looked at him looking at me, and the way he devoured my body with his eyes caused me to shiver. My heart was racing; I felt an addicting burst of adrenaline pump through my body. It was so exciting and I wanted him inside of me so bad. He reached up and took me by the arms, lowering my body back down to the couch. He sat me down and then he slipped down to his knees, parting my legs with his arms as he looked up at me and grinned. That smile was intoxicating; even all those years later, it was easy to see how he’d won over millions of young girls.

  I shivered again, just before his tongue found my engorged clit and began to flick it, furiously. I heard myself moaning, but would have never guessed those sounds were coming out of my throat if I hadn’t known it to be true. He slowed down all of a sudden and began encircling it with his tongue. Then he nibbled on it, just a little nip that sent a shock wave through my whole body causing me to writhe across his couch. I guess I should have worried about what was on that couch, or had been on it before; at that moment, it was the furthest thing from my mind.

  If nothing else, the sounds I was making seemed to spur him on and heightened his urgency. He used his hand to separate my lips and then drove his tongue inside of me. Goddamn he was good at that! He moved it in and out a few times before pulling it out and sucking my clit into his mouth. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips rose up off the couch while my hand white-knuckled the armrest. My breathing at that point was nothing more than ragged gasps. The soft sounds of him singing in the background while I watched him eat my pussy only served to increase my enthusiasm, and as he slid a finger inside of me, I thought I felt something explode inside of my head.

  I was wiggling around so much that he had to place a hand on my thigh to keep me still. Meanwhile he added another finger to my pussy and I could feel the muscles in my leg tense underneath his warm palm. His fingers pumped vigorously in and out of me as he looked up to watch my face.

  He replaced his tongue on my clit with his thumb. My eyes were half closed, but I could see him watching me still. Wanting to give him something more to watch, I took my own breasts in my hands and began to pinch and pull at the engorged nipples while I bit at my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming at the ecstasy I felt from Tristan’s finger fucking me wildly. I was bucking my hips up and down and grinding hard against his hand. I wanted more—I wanted his hot cock inside of me, the way it was that night he had me pushed up against the wall.

  He put his tongue back on my clit and sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to flick the nub as his fingers continued their assault. It was the most incredible sensation, and as I felt the orgasm taking hold of my body, I opened my legs wider. This allowed him even better access to push his fingers in harder and faster, fucking me with an expertise that I didn’t think most men had with their hands. It was like he knew exactly where to touch and although I’m not lesbian, I’d heard that was the best part of being with another woman. Somehow, Tr
istan had learned the secret and as I reached my peak, I had to pull my thighs together all of a sudden. His head was trapped between them as if in a vice and I arched my back and opened my mouth.

  I heard myself saying, “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh fuck, Tristan!” I wasn’t usually loud when it came to sex, usually. Something about the things he did to me made me want to scream and not give a fuck if the whole world heard me.

  Tristan didn’t stop what he was doing. He didn’t even slow down. My whole body tensed, each muscle felt hardened like stone as the orgasm washed through me. I felt myself gush hot juices all over his hand, and that was when he’d finally slowed down and then gently pulled his fingers out. I felt empty and I instantly wanted them back.

  He grinned at me again as I repeated, “Oh my god!”

  Tristan stood up and I pulled my numb body back up to a sitting position. I was shaking so hard that I could barely move my hands, but I wanted his cock so I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans for a few seconds. He finally got impatient and undid them for me and let them drop to the ground around his ankles. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hot, throbbing cock.

  Standing up as I stroked it gently I told him, “Sit down.”

  Tristan grabbed the back of my head and kissed me first, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself. It gave me a head rush, and when he finally let go and sat down, it took me a few seconds to remember what I’d been trying to do.

  I looked down and saw that he had his cock in his hand. I wanted some of that, so I dropped down to my knees and arching my back so my ass stuck out far enough for him to see it, I licked the length of his cock while looking up into his face the whole time. The look of blatant arousal in his eyes encouraged me. I sucked the tip of it into my mouth and I heard his sharp intake of breath as I used my tongue to circle the head of it. Then all at once, I engulfed the rest, raking my fingernails softly along the insides of his thighs as I did. I reached underneath and cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them as I moved the length of his cock in and out of my mouth. I let it hit the back of my throat before licking the shaft and pulling my mouth back up towards the head. Tristan was moaning, and he had his hands wrapped up in my long hair, tugging at my head and moving his hips back and forth.