As I was observing the people rushing to my newlywed 'parents', I noticed that Nick, oops, Daddy Nick as my mother insisted calling him that way, was wearing a nice white suit and his blue eyes complemented the dress color. I must admit it, Nick is handsome and hot. His body is nicely carved, with broad shoulders and average height. But damn, he made my Mom forget my father, that's the only thing I think I will always rant about.
Nick headed towards me, together with my Mom, they gently hugged me, Mom said, “Son, we are now a family, you now have a Dad!”
I pushed them a bit and replied “Mom, Papa is already dead, how can I have a Dad now?”
“Don't be rude, I'm sure you'll get along with your Daddy Nick as you did with your uncle Ben after your father died”, Mom slowly told me.
Nick was just smiling, he hugged me again and whispered “Jonas, my son, I will do everything to make you feel loved by a father again, please give me a chance”, to which I responded with a simple smile and nod.
When he hugged me, I smelt his fragrance, it was romantic, it was very manly, I loved what I smelt.
After the wedding
Mom is a great businesswoman, she inherited my father's business and grew it earning millions of revenues. She often goes out-of-town to meet clients or potential clients per se. My new Dad, as I heard, is also good in managing money and has his own business as well.
One day, Mom went out-of-town. She advised me that she would return home after 3 days and even encouraged that I could manage keeping the house clean while she's away.
“Be a good boy, okay Jonas? “. Insisted Mom.
“Fine, I will Mom!” I said.
She kissed me and Daddy before finally leaving the house premises. I watched her car slowly disappear as it drove away.
I decided to have my dinner first and alone that night to avoid having to eat with my step-dad. A few hours passed, while I was already lying on my bed. The room's door slowly opened, I heard that it was slowly closing too. I thought Mom went back, but no, she would have called me already if she did and my Mom would never enter my room like a cat, feared of making noise.
“Baby, are you still awake?” my step-Dad's voice whispered. I felt his presence at my back, at the side of my bed. I did not respond, hoping that he would mistake me as sleeping. What really annoyed me is being called “baby”. Hello?! I am already 18 and I am even as tall as him.
After a while, the silence of the room made his breath more audible while he was already lying beside me. I still didn't move. I wish I could figure out his purpose of acting like that, I was a bit scared. I felt my blanket slowly being removed from covering my body. As usual, I was only wearing a boxer short that time. In an unknown reason, I still did not move despite my body being exposed in front of him completely. But since the room was dark and I was lying sideward, I think he didn't see my body clearly.
As my eyes were about to open, I felt his warm hand touching my tummy. It sent a jolt to my body, but I still did not move. His finger poked my navel lightly, allowing me to feel that unusual tickle and sensation. His hand moved up to my chest, squeezing its right side and stopped when he felt my nipple was hardened.
I was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement that time, I knew I had to yell at him and stop him from doing it, but for an unknown reason, I waited up for his next move.
He continued squeezing my chest, gently poking and pinching lightly my nipples. All my life it was the first time that someone laid his hand on my chest, played with it and gave me an electrifying sensation which I really liked. He did the same thing to my left chest, my nipples were so hard I think they grew bigger. His continuous act woke up the sleeping snake behind my legs, little did I feel, it was already erecting. I changed my lying position into facing the ceiling and my fear was temporarily replaced by pure excitement.
I knew that he was doing was plain wrong, heck, he is my step-Dad, husband of my mother how could it be not wrong? But I was also aware that I was partly at fault, I should not have let the situation reach the way it did. As I was about to get out of the bed, he suddenly sent little tender kisses to one of my nipples, he licked it, he sucked it lightly and poked using his then warm and very wet tongue.
“My God!!” a loud thought in my head came when I felt his tongue playing with my nipples. I knew he was doing it to awaken my earthly desires. That time, I decided to forget the wrong in what he was doing because of the sensation his tongue was giving my nipple.
I felt my cock erected really hard and wet due to to a lot of pre-cum that came out during that time. I have never felt this wet before, even during those times I was during “self-pleasure” when I was alone in my room.
I often masturbate in my room, I am still young and no one had ever touched my body, much more the same sex. I would always refuse to give in when being teased in school about having oral sex.
I have heard many stories that most men are selfish and would not think of their partner's pleasure during sex. But there I was, in my room, with my step-Dad, sharing the mutual heat of the moment which completely unveiled my innocence.
His tongue moved away from my nipples, while still touching my body, I felt it moving down my navel. I knew he was after my then very, very hard “cudgel” . He licked my navel, his tongue moved in a twirling way, my belly contracted backwards because of the tickling sensation, my step-Dad knew I was already awake. He stopped suddenly. I was reminded of a story about how a man's tongue play. Was he going to do the same? I thought. When I first saw a porn video, I was shocked, was he going to do the same to me? I thought.
There are only three sources one could learn sex education; watching porn, listening to a story or experiencing it yourself. That night for me, it was about to be the third source.
He started moving his tongue, delicately until it reached the garter of my boxer short, he sniffed through it and did not move. I waited his next move, I was thinking that he would pull my shorts down and start licking my balls and cock, but he didn't do that. His breath was still audible and fast
He held my hand, lifted it forcefully, he had me hold something warm and familiar in texture – his dick! He had me wrap his dick and instructed me to squeeze it repeatedly. I felt its erection and warmth, it was my first time holding a very hard dick aside from mine.
“Ohhhh, baby, if you only knew how much I wanted you to hold my dick.”my step-Dad uttered and groaned while he was atop of me. He instructed me to slowly jack his metal-like dick off. After a few minutes, I heard his moaning voice, his legs got tighter around my waist, my hand got wet, I knew he was coming.
He placed my hand back in its original position. My hand was full of cum, it was slimy , it felt gross. He wiped the cum out of my hand and brought the blanket back to cover my body. He did not utter a word, he just went out of the room.
I was confused about why he did not mess with my cock. I thought he would fuck me that night, not that I wanted, but I would allow if he would insist. A little amount of cum was left on my finger, it had no scent and upon trying to taste it, I realize it was sour in taste.
“Aha! So this is what cum tastes like?” I thought while I was licking the remaining cum in my hand. I already saw it in a video, a girl seemed to like cum very much that she swallowed it. Since my cock was still hard that time, I decided to jerk off and continue the pleasure my step-Dad started to give me, only that I would be doing it alone. I imagined my step-Dad fucking me, hard. Until I came.
As my juice was coming out, I thought that the other side of my mind told me to tell my Mom what her new husband did, the other side wanted me to ask my step-Dad back and continue what he was supposed to do. I slowly fell asleep.
The next morning, he seemed to be avoiding me, maybe he realized shame at what he did. I quietly asked myself “is he going to molest me again?”
After two weeks, Mom had an urgent trip again. Only I and my step-Dad were in the house, again. Just like before, an hour after I enter my room, I felt his presence in t
he room again. Well, honestly, when I learned that Mom would be out for two days, I secretly wished my step-Dad would do what he did last time.
“Sweetheart? Are you still awake?” he asked me softly. I chuckled in the darkness of my room, he did not call me baby that time or even more. Just like before, I was lying in my bed and pretending to be asleep, but this time, since I knew he was coming, I wore nothing at all.
When he pulled the blanket down, my body was exposed in front of him and in the darkness of the place. He was surprised that I was totally naked. I felt his finger landed into my left nipple and played it. Followed by his wet and warm mouth, sucking the right nipple. Unlike before, he was more aggressive that time, licking and sucking both of nipple alternately.
When his mouth went down, it was not the boxer that he met, it was my thin, newly grown pubic hair. He stopped again. I thought he would have me hold his dick so that he would finish instantly. Even though I wanted to give him a wank again, I was wishing for something new, for I decide to get fully naked before he entered my room.
He skipped my cock, his tongue traveled though my “perineal body”, it is the skin between the anus and testicle, it was thin and delicate. He licked it down my anus, aggressively. My body was electrified, his act sent a jolt to my brain, it was the first time somebody did that to my anus. The sensation I felt was new, and it was really good.
He gently licked my anus in a twirling motion and sometime poking its hole using his tongue. It was as if he was teasing me to give my all to him, to surrender. I wanted to grip his head and push it more to my “vagina”.
“Aaaaaaahhhh” I groaned, while my pre-cum just got out, I just had an orgasm. I lifted up my waist for him to better lick it and my legs had contractions, I was breathing fast. I always experience that when I wank off myself, but that time, my step-Dad's tongue did all the work, and it exceeded the feeling of wanking alone.
When my orgasm had finished, my body went tired and exhausted but then I was very glad to have experienced such thing. I could still feel the cum coming out of my cock.
“Did you like it?” he asked while lying beside me. Despite being in the dark room, I knew he was grinning.
“Super liked it! Felt so good!” I replied. His fingers gathered all my cum in my tummy and slowly glazed it through my “vagina” up to my cock, which, I knew was still erected. The sensation I felt few minutes ago went back. I knew I could no longer stop the next events. I wanted to experience more, I wanted to have more pleasures I knew my step-Dad could give me.
His face went near mine, he kissed me. Gently biting my lips and poking my mouth with his tongue. His tongue motioned in a round manner inside my mouth. He gently ate my saliva, which I responded by eating his too. He was my first kiss, I never knew I could respond to his kiss that way. It seemed proper that time.
We exchanged saliva after a while. He is a good kisser and I knew he like the way I kissed too. While we were kissing, he guided my hand into his dick, just like before, it was very hard and seemed like beating. I was not able to measure it, but it felt huge. I stroke it up and down, hoping that I could at least reciprocate the pleasure he was giving me.
He suddenly stopped my hand and stood up. I felt fear that he might want to fuck me. I knew I was not ready to give it up for a man, and he is not just a man, he is my step-Dad, husband of my mother. He did not ask my permission, he quickly placed my leg atop his shoulders and positioned his dick against my anus. I felt the head touching my perineal body.
With no warning, he gave a thrust that had his dick enter my anus. I felt the pain that teared my “vagina” upon his dick's entrance to it. It was filled by the huge dick of my step-Dad. I gripped his hands and shouted. It was like a post entered my anus. It rendered me teary eyed.
When his dick fully entered my body, he stopped and kissed me all over my face, lips and neck. My eyes were still teary and I almost buried my nails in his back.
“It is painful at first”, he calmly told me.
“Later on, you will find it pleasurable”, he added.
He then kissed my nipple while his dick was still buried deep inside me, he licked my chest and sucked random parts of it. Slowly, the pain was eased, all that I could feel was pleasure.
He started moving in and out of my “vagina”, at first, the thrusts were shallow and slow. My anus got watery and mixed with blood, it became slippery, allowing his dick move better inside. He continued fucking me.
He would moan every time he buries his dick inside me, I could hear the sound our bodies created every time they bumped. I started producing my sound as well, groaning each time he thrusts forward. I was waiting for my second orgasm.
My feet were curled down on his back, helping him to push harder every time. He continuously fucked me until I reach my climax again, I shouted, I squeezed his hand hardly. I didn't know if my shout was heard outside the house, but I didn't care, especially now that my body felt addicted to the pleasure my step-Dad was giving me.
I felt his cum coming out inside my body, he held my head and kissed me as he came. We felt both tired and paused for a while. His dick was still inside me until it lost erection and he pulled it out, his cum mixed with few traces of blood also flowed out of my “vagina”.
The bed cover I was using had been stained with my blood, I knew I had to wash it the next morning. Before falling out of sleep, I imagine having to do the same activity with this man, my step-Dad.
“When will Mom be out-of-town again?” I asked myself and fell asleep, smiling, beside my new Dad.
--THE END---
Oh Brother
When Jon’s mother, famous actress Helena Morgan, marries wealthy businessman Arthur Carruthers, Jon is thrilled for her. He’s also happy because as an under-employed actor it’s nice to have a leg up on getting a job. Not long after the wedding, Jon is hired by Arthur’s son, a tycoon in his own right. Jon and Kit have never met, and Helena urges Jon to take the initiative and introduce himself, but Jon is a little too captivated with one of the executives he’s met there. He and Carson begin a wildfire affair. But when Jon finally goes to meet his new step-brother he discovers that his lover, Carson, and Kit Carruthers are the same person.
Both men are horrified but they can’t bring themselves to call off the affair so they carry it on in secret until it becomes all-too-obvious to Jon’s mother. She’s understanding, but no one thinks that Kit’s father will be. The sex between them is fantastic, but the weight of the secret is difficult for them to carry, especially once Helena knows the truth.
They make up their mind to tell Arthur at the family Thanksgiving celebration, and take whatever consequences might arise because they both know that this is the real thing, it’s much more than sex, and giving each other up is not an option for them. When the time comes, there are surprises all around, and hard questions for Kit and Jon to answer about where their relationship is going to go. Will they be able to be a family or is a relationship between step-brothers not an option?
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Jon had been on the new job for a month before he ever laid eyes on his new step brother, and even then he had no idea that the junior executive who was standing at the reception desk flirting was Kit Carruthers, eldest son of the man Jon's mother had married six months earlier in Monte Carlo.
None of them had been invited to the spur-of-the-moment wedding between Helena Morgan (nee Kaparthy) star of the long-running and wildly successful cable series, "Dark Night of the Soule," a vampire extravaganza in which Helena, who played Cassiopeia Soule, had been bitten, turned into a vampiress, turned back into a human, menaced by demons, ghosts, ghouls, zombies and every other supernatural creature the writers could imagine, killed, resurrected, and screwed seven ways from Sunday by every hunky vampire, werewolf, and wizard the show could throw at her; and Arthur Carruthers, widower, and founder and CEO of Carruthers Real Estate Investment Trust, and a multi-gazillionaire.
The two had met in Paris, courted in the shadow of the Eif
fel Tower, decamped together for Monte Carlo where they were married, and then honeymooned at a ski resort in the Swiss Alps.
"You jet-setter, you" Jon had said when his mother called to tell him the news.
"Oh darling, I'm having fun."
He knew how hard she worked, and said, "You deserve it too, Mum."
"What about you? How did that audition turn out?"
"They gave it to the guy with the huge teeth."
"Oh, Jon, I am sorry."
"I'm starting to think I'm not cut out for acting," he told her. "It's wearing."
"Would you like me to ask Arthur if he can think of something to tide you over?"
"If you mean a job, that would be great, but I want to work, I don't want to be the ne'er-do-well step son who spends his days lolling around his step-father’s pool complaining about how hard his life is."
"You never were anything but a hard worker, Jon, and I would defy anyone to say otherwise. Let me see what I can do."
What she could do was a job at the reception desk at Carruthers Tower, home not only to the REIT, but to Arthur's son's corporate offices. Kit Carruthers was the founder, Chairman, and CEO of Blandings, Inc., a tech company that had turned Kit into a billionaire by the time he was thirty. Jon imagined him as looking like a very expensive nerd with designer glasses covering a perpetual squint, and designer dandruff. Still, making fun of Kit, even if only inside Jon's own head, hardly seemed a nice thing to do to someone who had been willing to take him on without any pertinent experience.
HR guy made a point of saying, "I see you have a reference from Mr. Carruthers. It says here you're his brother?"
"Step-brother," Jon corrected. "Yes."
"And you're an..."
"Actor."
"I see. Any experience in the business environment?"
Apart from a brief stint at a cash register in a gas station, which Jon figured wouldn't count anyway, he had nothing on his resume but acting jobs, and waiting tables. He was a walking cliche. "Nothing to speak of, no."
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