by Sophie Stern
My Darling Stepbrother
Sophie Stern
Copyright © 2015 by Sophie Stern
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My Darling Stepbrother
Going to a male revue was Sasha's idea.
She said it would give us something to do besides sit around gossiping: and it did. We all got a little too crazy, a little too drunk, a little too turned on by the men dancing around us.
The next day, I put the night behind me, promising never to speak of it again.
Then my mom introduced me to her fiance's son, who just happened to resemble the most popular dancer at the club.
And the look on his face said he remembered exactly who I was.
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Seducing the Lawyer
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“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Red Thundercock!”
The crowd goes wild as the announcer screams the name of the hottest dancer at the club. He’s the entire reason Sasha managed to drag me out here tonight. She yanked up the picture of his abs the club has showcased on their website, along with some other, uh, not-so-suitable pictures.
I was wet before the picture finished loading and then we were out the door.
Now, surrounded by throngs of screaming women, I’m glad we got here early enough to land spots in the front row. I almost feel sorry for the women at the back of the room who can't see what I'm seeing. I'm almost close enough to touch.
Almost.
Red comes out, surrounded by smoke and lights, dressed like a super-sexy soldier. He rips his top and pants off to the beat of the music, revealing his thick, girthy cock. The only thing separating me from his dick is a thin layer of satin.
Well, that and the glare from the security guard standing just to my left.
I’m sure he’s used to girls trying to climb on stage. His eyes warn me silently that he’s watching me, just waiting for an excuse to kick me out of the club. I don’t care. My line of vision has narrowed. The only thing I see is Red and his bouncing, hard cock.
Sasha grips my arm as she licks her lips. She’s watching it, too, money firmly gripped in her hand.
The dance becomes more elaborate and soon Red is wearing nothing but the suit he was born in.
Once his full cock comes into view, the crowd gets even crazier.
"Horny bitches," I hear Sasha mutter under her breath.
The screams get even louder as women start pushing and trying to reach the stage. Security steps forward to push them back, trying to keep me from getting shoved into the stage, but it’s too late. Pain ripples through my body as I’m shoved against the hard metal of the platform. I scream out, trying to cry for help, but it’s too late. The lights come on and the music turns off, but not before I feel two large, heavy arms pulling me from the crowd.
Then everything goes black.
*
When I wake up, I’m on a couch. I moan as I try to sit up. Pain radiates through my ribs and hips, reminding me of the club.
“What happened?” I ask as I blink my eyes. “Sasha?”
“Sasha’s fine,” a male voice says. I turn toward it and see Red, the dancer, standing in front of me in a pair of sweatpants and a smile. “She’s getting acquainted with, uh, one of the other dancers.”
I roll my eyes. Of course she is.
“Where am I?” I ask. I’m in a small, dark room. Aside from the couch I’m on, there’s a little dressing table with lights on it. A pile of costumes sits in a box next to it. “Your dressing room?”
He nods. Wow. Red must be pretty impressive. I thought most dancers had to share a room.
“How are you feeling? The crowd got pretty wild there for a bit.”
“Everything kind of hurts,” I admit, touched by his thoughtfulness. “Thanks for saving me.”
Red’s eyes wander across my body and I feel myself flush with embarrassment, and something more. Heat rises in me as I see the way he’s eyeing me. I don’t blame him. I dressed to impress tonight.
My strapless black dress almost doesn’t keep my D-cup breasts inside it. In fact, as I glance down now, I notice that my nipples are barely contained in the thin fabric. The bottom of my dress has ridden up, revealing my black lace thong.
“It was a pleasure to save you,” Red says slowly, moving toward me. I say nothing as he sits down beside me on the couch and runs his hand gently down my side. I feel myself growing wet as his hand reaches my thigh. Without a word, he shifts his fingers to the front of my thong and I let out a gasp as he slides one inside of me.
“You’re wet, Sweetie,” he says. I realize that he doesn’t know my name, but it doesn’t matter.
“I am,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You know what the cure for that is, don’t you?” I feel his breath, hot and warm, against my ear, against my neck as his lips press against it. I shake my head slowly, trying not to moan as he slides another finger inside my pussy, stretching me, stroking me from the inside out.
“I do,” he says, moving thumb so it’s pressed against my clit. He begins to stroke me softly, putting just enough pressure on me to feel like I’m going to explode, like I’m going to die from the sheer pleasure of it.
“What’s the cure?” I ask finally, closing my eyes, feeling myself about to climax in the arms of this perfect stranger.
His lips push against mine in a passionate surprise. I gasp as his tongue begins to probe my mouth, exploring, feeling every inch of me.
Then he pulls away, stands up, and yanks his pants down, so I get to see his cock up close.
Red Thundercock indeed.
He produces a condom and glides it over his length. I’m surprised that it fits, but somehow, it does. Red pulls down my thong painfully slowly, tossing it aside. Then, positioning himself above me, he leans down into my ear and whispers, “Being fucked by a god.”
He thrusts inside me, pushing me over the edge. I scream through my orgasm.
I’ve never been so filled.
2.
When my mother asks me to join her and Darin, her fiancé, at his beach house for the weekend, I'm not sure what to expect
That’s a lie.
I know exactly what to expect.
Darin and his stuck-up, spoiled son will prance around, trying to convince me that we’re all going to be one happy family after the wedding. As if.
While I’m happy my mother has found true love, I know it’s only a matter of time before she tosses this guy to the side, like all the rest. Since she and my father got divorced when I was 15, it’s been one guy after another, though none have lasted as long as Darin.
Maybe he is her one-and-only, after all.
Now, on my summer break from university, I’m excited to relax and unwind at the beach. I’m less excited about having to do it with Darin’s son, Ryan, who is only a year older than me, and a junior at the same college I go to.
Somehow, throughout our parents’ six-month romance, Ryan and I have managed to stay far away from each other. He’s busy with linguistics or whatever the hell he’s studying and me? I’m barely scraping by in my English Literature classes, wondering how I plan to make a living after graduation.
“The last thin
g I need is a weekend away with the fam,” I complain to Sasha. She’s been my best friend and roommate since I got to college. For two years, we’ve shared everything, including my complaints about my family.
“You should still pack the bikini,” she comments, not looking up from the book she’s reading. “You never know. There might be a hot guy or twenty, and you haven’t gotten laid in awhile.”
I feel like complaining, but I don’t. She’s right, after all. It’s been almost a month since I fucked the stripper and there hasn’t been anyone since. I even went back to the club to see Red again, but the manager said he had quit dancing rather suddenly.
Despite being asked on several dates, nothing physical has happened for me. Maybe I’m going through a dry spell, or maybe I just know that I’ve been ruined for other men.
I dream about the way Red fucked me every damn night. No one else has ever made me unravel as deeply or ask quickly as he did.
And I don’t even know the guy’s real name.
Awesome.
*
My connecting flight is late, so I text Mom and let her know I’ll take a taxi from the airport. We had been planning on meeting for dinner, but that’s not going to happen. She’ll understand, and I’m not exactly dreading the fact that I’ll have a few more hours to myself before I have to play nice around Darin.
During the short drive from the airport to the beach, I stare out the window, barely paying attention to the cab driver’s attempts at conversation. How my plain Jane mother landed a big-city businessman with a beach house in Florida, I’ll never know.
He must see something special in her.
“Here we are,” he pulls up to a large, two-story house that, as promised, is right on the beach.
“Thanks,” I say, shoving some money to him. “Keep the change.”
I trudge slowly up the walkway to the house, reminding myself to keep a good attitude about this week. After all, how many of my classmates would die to get to spend a week at the beach? All of them. Growing up in Kansas, I haven’t exactly spent a lot of time at the ocean, so this should be a dream come true.
When I reach the front door, I knock timidly, trying to push down my nerves. I know Darin. He’s a nice guy. He’s great and I should be happy for my mom, but I just really don’t feel like meeting my soon-to-be brother. He’s grown up a spoiled rich kid, so he has no idea what it’s like to be ordinary.
He doesn’t know what it’s like to be normal.
The door swings open and my mom wraps me up in a huge hug.
“Hey Mom,” I mumble.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” She practically squeals, thrusting me into Darin’s arms. He wraps me up in an equally big hug before pulling back.
“I’d like you to meet my son, Ryan,” he says with a smile.
I turn around and push my hand out, ready to get the introductions over with, when I see the face that’s been haunting my dreams for weeks.
“Hello, Ashley,” he smiles.
It’s Red.
3.
The conversation continues, but I have no idea what anyone says until Ryan pipes up.
“I’ll show Ashley her room,” he offers, and everyone amicably agrees. He picks up my bag and starts walking up the stairs, not bothering to see if I’m coming.
He knows full well that I am.
Shit.
Of all the guys in the world to fuck, I had to pick my stepbrother.
I’m disgusting.
I’m wrong.
I gulp down my frustration and follow him to my bedroom, which is large and pink and perfect.
He sets my bag down on the floor by the bed and turns to look at me.
I don’t meet his gaze.
“Thanks for the help,” I mumble. I move forward, trying to get past him to the bed, but he stops me. His hands find their way to my waist and he pulls me into himself. I try not to let him, but my body betrays me as Ryan’s mouth finds its way onto mine. I love every sensation that rushes through my body as his kiss envelops me.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to ask.
“You don’t think I forgot about our time together, do you, Sweetie?” He murmurs. Pushing me against the wall, he continues to kiss me as his hands make their way down my body and under my skirt. His mouth quiets my moans as he pushes my panties aside and begins to finger me quickly.
Instantly, I’m wet for him.
How the fuck does he do that?
“We can’t,” I try to protest, but it’s no use. I want this just as much as he does. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer to me, pressing him against myself as he continues to explore me.
Suddenly, there are footsteps on the stairs, and he pulls away quickly.
“Shit,” he glances down at his erection, obvious and huge through his pants. Then he smiles and shrugs. “Oh well.” Heading for the door, he leaves me in my room, wondering what the hell just happened.
Then, Ryan pops his head back in and goes, “By the way, my dad doesn’t know I was a stripper, so…” He pushes a finger to his lips, asking for my silence.
But then that finger slides between his lips and he licks it, smirking at me, and leaves.
I am so screwed.
4.
If Mom notices that I’m acting weird around Ryan, she says nothing.
Darin, however, has no problem asking what’s wrong.
“You two have a fight or something?” He asks the next morning at breakfast, obviously bothered. I know Darin has high hopes for us getting along, but if he's going to be watching us this closely, there's no way we're going to be able to keep our secret for long.
“What?” We ask in unison, and Darin frowns.
“The two of you have barely spoken. What’s wrong? You don’t want to be a family?”
Wow. Talk about some sitcom drama.
“I’m sorry, Darin,” I quickly pipe up, saving Ryan from the glare his father is casting. “I’m just really tired from my flight yesterday.”
Darin turns to me, obviously not sure if he should believe me or not, but I shrug innocently.
“Actually,” Ryan adds, taking a sip of his orange juice, “I was thinking of going exploring today. Wanna come, Ash?”
Do I ever.
My pussy clenches at his words, quietly begging me to give in to temptation. I know it’s weird and wrong and inappropriate, but my body doesn’t care that he’s going to be my brother.
It just cares that he’s got a huge dick and he knows how to use it.
“Yes,” I mumble. “That sounds good.”
“So it’s settled.” Ryan flashes his father a grin and Darin seems to accept that as an answer. We hurry through the rest of breakfast before heading out the door with promises to meet up for supper.
“What the fuck are we doing?” I ask as soon as we’re settled in Ryan’s rental. He doesn’t answer as he starts the car and turns down the narrow road. He flips on some music and I relax back into the seat, content not to think about things for awhile.
We blaze down the road, passing beachgoers and tourists and happy families on vacation. Whirling through the town, Ryan finally turns down an unmarked sand road.
I'm quiet until he parks beneath the shade of some trees and we get out of the car. We're overlooking a private beach. At least, I think we are. I don't see anyone else on either side of us. No houses. No other cars. No tourists.
Just us and the sea.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"Someplace I can be free to do this," Ryan answers, pulling me into him. His mouth collapses onto mine, making me forget everything but what I'm feeling: need.
I need him to claim me.
I need him to brand me.
I need him to yank me over his knee and spank me before he impales me with his cock again.
I need him inside of me.
I need my stepbrother.
5.
Ryan spreads a blanket across the sand and pulls me down to it. His
lips are pressed against mine, owning me in the mid-morning sun. All I hear is the crash of the waves against the sand.
All I hear is our beating hearts pounding in sync.
We're naked in seconds and he's mine.
Everything I've been needing, craving, hoping for.
I push him against the blanket so he's on his back, looking up at me. His eyes flicker with lust as I start kissing down his body, taking my time with every inch of his stomach, down his impeccable abs, down to the spot I really want to play with.
His cock is hard as my lips reach it. Ryan's hands find their way to my hair, pushing me gently down, quietly urging me to take his length in my mouth, which I do. His dick slides into me smoothly, then out again, in sync with the ocean waves that surround us.
I've been waiting over a month for this moment.
I've been dying to taste him, and now I am.
He thrusts up into my mouth, fucking my face slowly as I suck and lick, trying to keep up with his movements. Before long, I'm wanting more. I'm needing more. I want him inside of me, thrusting into my core, making me cry out, making me forget everything but the moment we're sharing.
Ryan produces a condom and slides it on quickly, never taking his eyes from mine. Pushing me down onto the blanket, he takes his turn being in control.
"Hands and knees. Now." His voice is commanding, controlling, domineering. I can't help but obey as I flip over and present myself to him: all of me.
He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto his cock. I break as he enters me, crying out with pleasure at the way he fills me completely. He thrusts in and out, quickly, passionately, like he needs this as much as I do.
One hand grips my hip. The other pulls my hair, yanking my head back so I can meet his eyes, so I can watch him watching me, so I can see the way this makes him feel.
And all I feel is pleasure to be locked in this moment with him.
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