Dirty Stepbrother

by Alycia Taylor

  I realized something strange then. I just blew that stage away; I was in Las Fucking Vegas baby! Sin City! And I was doing what after the show? I was headed back to the bus because Elly and I weren’t speaking. Shit, when I did this in my former life I had ten girls lined up before the show was over and I just took my pick. It was so fucking surreal. Was it because I was older, or was it just Elly? It wasn’t that I didn’t notice other hot chicks occasionally or that I didn’t imagine fucking one of them, but I just didn’t want to. Elly was the only one I wanted to be with and that was just fucking weird for me. If she wasn’t going to apologize soon, I’d have to either re-think that or take a lot of cold fucking showers.

  The security officer left me at the gate we had set up around the buses. It was fucking cold there in Vegas, a lot colder than it had been in L.A. I didn’t know the desert got so fucking cold. The bus was dead quiet when I got on. The guys in the band went out for a drink after the show. They were all amped up too. They invited me, but like I said, if I started partying with them, who knows where it would end up. I opened the partition where my bed was and dropped my stuff. Closing it behind me, I dropped down onto the bed and closed my eyes. It was a comfortable bed. It was good to be the “star.”

  I wasn’t there for five minutes before I heard someone get on the bus. I was going to ignore whoever it was, thinking it was one of the guys in the band coming to try and get me to go party with them. I still had my eyes closed and I was surprised when I heard the partition being pulled open. I opened them to see Elly standing there over me. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard like she’d run here.

  I started to push myself up saying, “What the fuck, Elly? I don’t want….” she cut me off with her lips. She literally pounced on the bed after sliding the door shut behind her. She straddled me and covered my lips with hers while I was still talking. I put my hands on her forearms and pushed her back. Still holding onto her I said,

  “What the hell is this? I thought you were pissed at me? I lied…remember?” I said the last sarcastically. I hope she caught that and didn’t take it as some kind of confession. I didn’t fucking lie about anything.

  “Yeah, I remember,” she said, grabbing for my belt.

  “Wait! What the fuck are you doing here if you’re still pissed at me? I thought we weren’t even speaking.”

  “I came here trying to talk to you about what happened yesterday and you blew me off. You’ve ignored me since then. I was never too pissed to talk to you. I was trying to talk to you. Only one of us was refusing to talk about it and…that was you.”

  She tried to kiss me again. This was new to me, but I turned my head. I was just blown away. Was she on fucking E or what? “Shit, Elly!” I said, pushing her back again. “Will you stop for a second? What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “Nothing is wrong with me. I’m horny…I want you, Tristan.” She pulled her dress off over her head and she was left straddling me in a skimpy thong and a barely there little lace bra. “You want to fight, or you want to make-up?” she asked me as she reached back to unhook her bra.

  She unhooked her bra, what choice did I have? I agreed to make-up. I hoped that she heard me say so and it was clear because I already had one of those luscious tits in my mouth. She was squirming and moaning, rubbing her wet pussy against the front of my jeans as I found her nipple and started licking and sucking on it. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her tighter.

  “Oh yeah baby, that’s what I needed.” She was a fucking wild woman. I loved it!

  I slid my mouth over and sucked that one in. I was still amped up and full of adrenaline, I was sucking it hard and even biting at it a little. She was crying out, but not in pain. She had my hair wrapped up tight in her fists and in a deep, throaty voice she was yelling, “Yes Tristan, oh fuck! Yeah baby that’s it!” Good thing I wasn’t expecting the band. I guess if they did show up, they’d be in for a treat. The sound of her voice alone was about to make me cum.

  I slid my hand down and slipped my fingers underneath the crotch of the skimpy little panties she had on. She was already soaking wet. I played with her clit while I sucked her tits and I swear right then she was fucking growling. I’d have to ask her later if she’d taken some ecstasy. I doubted it, but as awesome as sex with her had been up until right then, I’d never seen her so desperate for it.

  I slipped a finger up into her and then two. I started moving them and she was moving on them, using my hand like a dildo. The muscles inside her pussy were tight and quivering already, she was about to cum already. I pulled out my fingers and lifter her off me. She groaned loudly in protest.

  I moved my hands down to my belt and started working on the buckle as I watched her take off the soaking wet string she called panties. I pulled off the belt and then she dove back on the bed. She was like a wild woman. Fuck, I was going to fight with her every day just so we could make up. While I was pushing down my jeans, she was pulling at my t-shirt. Together, we had me stripped down in seconds.

  I lay back down and pulled her onto me. She straddled my stomach and I could feel her soft, wet pussy against the skin of my stomach. It was hot. Her hand slipped under my head, wrapped it in my hair, and pulled me up to her lips. She ran them back and forth together, softly at first, then she progressively began to press them together harder. She flicked her tongue into my mouth and touched mine briefly. I felt myself moan from somewhere down in my belly and the next time she slipped her tongue in, I sucked it into my mouth. I sucked on it like I was trying to suck it down my throat and I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she squirmed around on top of me. Her fingernails were scratching my scalp while her fingers tugged on my hair. She finally pulled her lips off mine and pulled my head towards her breasts again. I traced my tongue in lazy circles back and forth between them before finally outlining one hard nipple with the tip of it. I heard her sharp intake of breath as I sucked the right one into my mouth. I used my tongue to draw circles around it, and every so often, I nipped at it again.

  She groaned loudly and then I felt her pull loose and begin to slide down the length of my body like a snake. She knelt across my knees and as she bent over my cock, her long hair spilled out across it, causing me to shiver. She looked up at me and smiled before lowering her hot, wet mouth and slowly taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She startled me then by opening her throat and taking the whole throbbing organ in at once, letting it slide all the way back into her throat. I was making my own noise right then and I didn’t fucking care who heard me. Her nose was pushed up against my pubes and she nuzzled into it, bringing her hand up to squeeze my balls gently. She kept doing that while she sucked me in and out, hard and long. I felt like my cock kept growing every time it hit the back of her throat. I had my hands in her hair right then and I used it to pull her head up and down, watching my cock slide in and out of her full lips. She kept at it, deep-throating me and then letting me slide back out until I felt my balls tighten and fill with cum. I was going to explode if she didn’t stop and I tried to pull her head up off of me, but she wouldn’t let me. Instead she just went at me harder and faster. I was done trying to fight it. Instead, I grabbed her hair tighter and started moving my hips, fucking her mouth, feeling the orgasm building higher and higher.

  I was panting and moaning and writhing all over the bed as she continued to work her magic. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I kept her head held tight and I shoved my cock in deep as I felt myself explode with a loud grunt. She continued to work my cock with the muscles in the back of her throat until I didn’t have a drop of cum left. Then she slid her lips off of me, leaving me feeling completely spent. She looked up at me and licked her lips before smiling again. This girl was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I pulled her up so our faces were level and I stuck my tongue into her mouth. I could taste myself there and it was erotic. I felt my cock twitching again already. She was really, fucking amazing. I put both of my arms on her back and fl
ipped her over. I straddled her body and licked her from her neck all the way down until my face was between her legs. I licked her first, all around the outside of her lips and the upper part of her thighs. She whispered my name again in that deep, throaty voice and my cock grew another inch. My thumb played with her clit while my tongue plunged inside and probed around, tasting how warm and sweet she was. I could feel the walls of her pussy spasm as my tongue slid along against them. I looked up at her. She was watching me and I swear I could see a fire raging in her eyes. It turned me the fuck on and as my cock grew and hardened again, I kissed, licked, sucked, tongue fucked, and even bit a little until she finally came. Her body went into a convulsive state, quivering and twitching while I let my tongue and my lips ride her through it.

  When she stopped shaking she said, “Oh fuck, Tristan.”

  “That’s what I was thinking,” I told her with a grin. “How badly do you want it, baby? Tell me….”

  “I want it so bad, Tristan. Fuck me, please! Put that sweet, hard cock in my pussy; fuck me!”

  I loved to hear the sound of her voice when I fucked her. I reached down and used my fingers to part her lips before pressing the head of my cock against her tight entrance. She reached around and grabbed my ass and pulled me into her hard, all at once. My hard, throbbing cock plunged into her and hit bottom. She cried out, pushed me back and then grabbed my ass and pulled me into her again. The woman was a fucking animal all of a sudden. She had her fingernails in my skin and she was using me completely for her own pleasure. I loved it. I didn’t want to come again already, so I tried to slow her down. Instead of slowing down though, she began bucking and grinding her hips into me harder and faster from her position underneath me. I could feel the sweat rolling off my body and splashing down onto her chest and hear the wet sounds of my cock plunging in and out of her. She was staring up at me and I could feel myself getting ready to cum again. Instead of letting go, I pulled back, sliding all the way out of her as she groaned and complained.

  I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Then I took her by the hips again and pulled her ass up in the air towards me. I plunged my cock into her from behind and as I worked my hips forward, she worked hers back. I reached around and grabbed a handful of tit and I pinched, pulled, and rolled it between my fingers until finally I couldn’t hold back any longer. I let go of her nipple and slid my hand down to her pussy. Using the other hand to pull the rest of her body up against me I found her clit with my fingers. As I pounded in and out of her, I rubbed her clit hard enough to make her bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming. I guessed that was good; if we got too loud, security might have come running. They’d think I was a stud, but it might have embarrassed Elly a little.

  When I felt my balls go tight again, I felt her tense up too. We came at the same time and I could feel the hot rush of her juices across my cock and my hand as we collapsed forward onto the bed.

  Chapter Eight

  Elly

  A day and a half after Jake felt me up, we were in Denver, Colorado. We would have two shows at the outdoor arena at the Pepsi Center. The arena held up to twenty-thousand people and the stage was huge. When we first got there, the stars got dropped off at the hotel to go through their sessions with the stylists and the band and the rest of us went straight to the arena. I hadn’t slept very well on the bus the previous two nights, so I felt wiped out—and I didn’t look too great either. I sucked it up though; I was going to prove to the executive pervert that my skills at being a producer could stand apart from my sexual prowess.

  I hadn’t seen him or Tristan since that night. That was a good thing on both counts. I didn’t know what the hell to say to Jake and I was actually a little bit embarrassed about how I’d attacked Tristan and all but forgot how mad I was at him. I have to say it was the best sex I’d ever had, and Tristan said so, too. In spite of that though, a cooling down period for us all would be good.

  It was cold in Denver, a lot colder than it had been in Vegas. The clouds were dark as we laid out the set. This stage was round so that it could be seen from all angles. The big lights not only hung from the top of the stage but surrounded it. The night I’d sang with Tristan in L.A., I’d gotten a taste of how hot the lights felt when you were up there. I guess at least the stars didn’t have to worry about being cold. I know the girls were all freaked out about the clothes they’d chosen and their hair and make-up.

  Tony was on the phone all day, checking with the weather service and talking to everyone from the executives to the arena security and ticket booths about what would happen if it rained and we had to cancel. He was such a high-strung little man. Clint hadn’t been with us in Vegas, but he’d finally shown up in Denver. I ran into him at breakfast but he didn’t make it out here in the cold with us at all. I guess that was one of the privileges of being an executive. The rest of us worked, around Tony in some cases.

  As I put the props up on the stage for 80’s night, I got excited about watching Tristan. I made snide comments about him being a star when I was pissed at him, but the truth of it was, he really was a star when he was up there. I loved watching him, even when I knew every female in the audience would jump him like I did the other night if given half a chance. I also loved eighties music. My mother used to tell me I was born in the wrong era. Flashdance and Footloose were two of my favorite movies.

  About three in the afternoon, it started raining. It wasn’t hail, or even big drops. It was just a light drizzle, but it sent Tony from mildly anxious into a full-blown tail-spin. While the rest of us went back to the bus to get ready for the show, I think he was consulting with the rain gods. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see him bringing in a Shaman from the reservation nearby to pray for it to stop. While I got ready, I wondered what Tristan was going to sing. He did a lot of Aerosmith when he played the bars and clubs; in my opinion, he did even better than the original. He also did a lot of Journey and REO Speedwagon songs. He always put his own spin on them and they were always fantastic. He had the perfect, raspy voice for that era of music…it was really sexy.

  I’d asked him a few times during the three month hiatus between the show and the tour what kind of songs he was doing. They practiced a few times a week, all of the finalists did. But as I’ve figured out, Tristan isn’t much for small talk, and as far as I could remember, he never really told me. I knew that part of his contract was writing new songs for the record producers. I couldn’t wait to hear those. His original music was always great. I’d never asked him, but I’d read that he was the one that wrote most of the songs for the boy band. I believed it; he was so frigging talented.

  Tony called us all together before the singer’s busses got there and said that the powers that be had convened and decided to go on with the show as long as there was no lightning. So far, it was still just a light rain with no lightning or thunder. I stood in a tent they had set up for the crew so we didn’t get drenched and watched the people pile in when they opened the gates. None of the concertgoers looked to be deterred by a little rain. I could see the stars tent from where I stood and I saw Tristan go inside. At fifteen minutes until seven, Tony gave us our final assignments; then at five minutes ‘til, we took our places and the show began. I realized after the Emcee did his spiel that it wasn’t just 80’s night; it was 80’s duet night. I was curious about who Tristan was singing with. I watched Ethan and Rosa who went first. Their song was We’ve Got Tonight by Kenny Rogers and Sheena Easton and the level of heat between them on the stage was scorching. I started wondering about Tristan again. There were three women and seven men in the top ten. Rosa was one—that only left two women: Brooke and a girl named Shannon. That also meant that some of the guys would be doing guy/guy duets. I told myself it was stupid, but I was voting for Tristan doing a guy/guy one. I guess it would have been okay if he was singing with Shannon, but I didn’t like the thought of watching him sing with Brooke. It was still obvious when she looked at him that she wanted hi
m. Tristan never said anything about her. He didn’t mention her at all. I wasn’t sure if that was because he really didn’t think of her at all, or because he knew it might make me jealous. He’d used her once for that before and it had backfired on us all. I told myself I had nothing to worry about. Tristan and I were past all of that. Besides, I hated feeling jealous, so I tried not to.

  The more I watched the show, the more I knew he was singing with her. Shannon sang with a guy named Rob and the rest of the duets were fun, upbeat, guy/guy songs.

  When Tristan and Brooke walked out together, holding hands, I felt a little twinge in my belly. She had on a flowy white dress and her blonde hair was hanging down to her waist. She had long, perfect legs and a gorgeous smile. Her boobs were all pushed up and she had a tan in the middle of fall. I hated her. Not really, but I did. It’s something only another woman could understand.

  The lights were already low and they spotlighted the two of them in a white light that almost looked ethereal. The music started playing and they started singing Endless Love by Lionel Ritchie and Diana Ross. I stood there and watched Tristan look into Brooke’s eyes and her into his, and it seemed even to me that they were the only two in the room. Damn, he was good. I guess she was, too; I just wasn’t in the mood to give her that much credit. I felt that twinge in my belly turn into a knot and then move up into my chest. I was trying to talk myself down by remembering the amazing sex we’d had just a day and a half ago. If this duet had been on the first night while he was still mad at me…well then, I might have had something to worry about. For right then, I wasn’t going to worry.

  Chapter Nine

  Tristan

  I got word that our concert was cancelled early the next morning. There were thunderstorms going on and predicted throughout the rest of the day. Fucking Tony was probably spinning. Good, I hated that little fucker. He was such a sniveling little kiss ass and he acted as if he and I were best friends every time I saw him. The condescending little bastard was always asking me how I was doing. I knew he didn’t give a shit about me, he was just trying to get some information he could take back and kiss Clint and Jake’s asses with.