Stepbrother Romance: The Knight Passion Series (Contemporary Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Stepbrother Romance) (New Adult BBW Romantic Comedy Pregnancy Short Story Collection)

by Wanda Edmond

  The more Kristina twisted on the antique seat of the sofa, the more Ian suckled. Tiny growls of pleasure rumbled from Kristina’s throat lips as her Ian rasped her tits with his tongue. He nibbled and sucked on Kristina, driving to the edge of orgasm.

  “Wait,” Kristina whispered.

  Ian stared as his stepsister as she pushed at his shoulder. Then she knelt in front of his groin.

  The jet plane lurched and Kristina tipped forward onto Ian. She grabbed the seat to steady herself and she found Ian’s large erection. She locked gazes with Ian and Kristina watched her brother grinned, embarrassed. Kristina grabbed Ian and she massaged his erection through the fabric of his pants.

  Ian groaned. Her stepbrother felt warm and firm; she wondered if his size would be too large or thick. She pulled her hand away nervous, when the pilot spoke over the melodic strings of a symphony.

  “This is your pilot on Knightware Flight 1814. The plane will ascend for a few moments then level to compensate for a little turbulence. Thank you for traveling with us. Enjoy your flight.”

  Ian reached up and he kissed Kristina. She shoved him backwards surprised and she giggled.

  “You’ve had your fun, mister. It’s my turn.”

  Kristina giggled again when Ian smooched kisses over her eyelids and her cheeks. She pressed her palms on her stepbrother’s broad chest and she shook out her hair. Her ginger-blonde tresses spilled over her shoulders and onto Ian’s pecs. She dragged her hair over Ian’s stomach while he tried to give her a kiss.

  “Keep still.” Kristina ordered

  Ian flounced onto the sofa. “Let me up,” he said pouting.

  “I will—when you say my name.”

  Chapter 7

  Ian stared at his stepsister. He knew she was playing with him, but he didn’t want to give in to her so fast—not yet. He folded his arms across his chest instead.

  “Make me.”

  Kristina blinked. She hadn’t heard her brother tease her this way since they were kids.

  ***

  Ian had thought about saying the same words to Kristina in the second note he sent, while she dated Finn. He’d wanted to reply to her challenge by noting that he would never see her again.

  ‘Make me; was he said when we wanted to tease his stepsister. Now was the perfect time to rile her up, since she had him on his back and at disadvantage.

  His sister was teasing him the same way the night they had made love. Ian gazed into his stepsister’s eyes and he ran his hand through her long, soft hair.

  “I thought you didn’t remember. I wanted you to, but so much has happened since the night we were together,” Ian said softly.

  ***

  Ian had taken Kristina to the Starlight Observatory after both of them had words with their parents. Neither of their parents wanted to know how Ian and Kristina cared about each other. They only wanted to keep them apart—and when they divorced, they believed they had separated Ian and his sister forever.

  ‘Princess, you are the most beautiful girl in the world.’ Ian said as his slid himself into Kristina.

  ‘Say it again,’ Kristina had said as she wrapped her legs around Ian’s hips.

  ‘You’re my princess.’ Ian said, thrusting deeply into Kristina.

  ‘Again,’ whispered Kristina.

  ***

  Kristina remembered the night she and Ian were together. Ian drove her to the tallest hill so they could look at the stars. They’d spread out a blanket and they’d held hands watching the moon rise high. Only now Kristina realized she and Ian had been truly intimate—they’d made love at the Observatory that entire night.

  Kristina had forgotten the second time she and Ian had been together…

  ***

  Kristina shook herself from the reverie, understanding she must have blocked out her memories so she could find a way to go on… She always believed her brother Ian had tried to find her.

  How different would their lives have been if she and Ian had run away liked they had planned? Kristina wondered.

  The memories ebbed away and Kristina realized she was sitting on top of Ian’s stomach. She leant down and she grazed Ian’s naked chest with her nails. Ian growled low and his reaction inspired her to taunt him more.

  What if she used her nails to make him hotter?

  Kristina flicked his sensitive skin over and over. She wriggled her bottom onto Ian’s groin, and she began to rock back and forth. Kristina continued to assault Ian’s tiny peaks with her red-tipped fingernails watching her stepbrother writhe with pleasure. She felt Ian’s cock tenting his slacks. She grabbed his mound with her hand and she squeezed hard.

  Ian groaned loudly and she grinned with satisfaction. Her brother was hard and ready and he looked ready to burst.

  ***

  Ian gazed up at the woman resting on top of him. He couldn’t deny the young girl he knew was all grown. She had him in the palm of her hand—and he wanted to show her he was hers. He was bemused by how much she wanted him. Ian lay back onto the seat of the Queen Anne sofa realizing he’d let Kristina do anything she wanted.

  Then Kristina whispered. “Ian?”

  Ian smiled, prepared to give her everything he was. He believed with all his heart Kristina was already his. She was a part of him—and she’d had his love from the beginning.

  Seemed to Ian that his stepsister Kristina should have him, body and soul.

  “Yes, Kristina?”

  “Say my name.”

  Chapter 8

  Ian placed his hands behind his head, giving Kristina reign to do anything to him she pleased. When she planted her bare bottom firmly on top his bulge, he fought his desires to pull her onto the sofa seat and ravage her. He wanted to see his reasons were more than self-serving.

  All this time he thought she was afraid to be close to him. After they had found each other in Miami and then again in New York, he had wanted to express his affection for her. She’d misunderstood he’d wanted far more than a casual relationship. Then she’d bolted from him before he could show her how he felt each time. Ian knew he was complicated and decisive about he went about the female sex. When he knew what he wanted, he became uncompromising and willfully single-minded. Even stubborn, some of his peer might say.

  Then Kristina told him she remembered they had made love.

  My sister wasn’t running from me, Ian realized. She was trying to work through their troubled pasts.

  Why didn’t she tell him?

  Ian wanted his stepsister to know there wasn’t anything they couldn’t share. He’d tried to explain that and Kristina thought he was trying to use her. She was wrong. Ian’s reason remained unchanged.

  He needed Kristina to see they were meant to be.

  ***

  Kristina dropped her hair over Ian’s shoulders and up to his temples. She unhooked her bra as she tickled Ian’s nose and chin. Ian thought he remembered his stepsister’s hair being darker. They were only kids though then. He watched his sister toss her black brassiere onto the carpet of the plane and suddenly he realized what his little sis needed something more than money or expensive private jets.

  Ian realized his little stepsister needed to feel she was in control.

  ***

  Ian rose up on his elbow and he gave Kristina a kiss. Kristina touched her hand to her lips, feeling the hot sting from the contact. Ian leant back and put his hands behind his head again as he smiled.

  “What are you grinning at?” Kristina whispered.

  Ian whispered low. Kristina put her ear to brother’s lips then she asked him to whisper again.

  Ian kissed Kristina’s earlobe, as he spoke softly.

  “You’re my, Princess.”

  Chapter 9

  Kristina pulled Ian up by his neck and she gave him a long, wet kiss. The sound of his breath against her ear sent her mind into a spin. She held her close, thrusting her tongue between his lips. Her stepbrother tasted like wine and cherries.

  When she dug her tongue in
side Ian, Kristina worried he might pull away. She knew there were men who didn’t want a girl who was too aggressive. Kristina had noticed Finn would let her kiss him but then he would get on top her, and she would have to try to keep still. Finn had given her immense pleasure…but Kristina never felt they were connected, no matter how many times they came together…

  She didn’t have to think about those things when she was with Ian. No, her entrepreneur brother seemed blissfully keen to have her take him six ways to Sunday. Kristina wondered briefly if today would be Sunday when she and Ian arrived in Paris. She pushed Ian against the sofa and she scooted down between his legs. She unzipped his trousers and she freed his large cock from its restraints.

  She stared.

  Her brother Ian was big. Very big.

  Kristina took off her stepbrother’s slacks, then she went for his socks.

  ***

  Ian watched his sister circle each of his black socks in a helicopter twirl before she tossed them to the floor. He rose up on his elbows pulling his feet from his stepsister’s grasp.

  “Kris, quit.” Ian laughed.

  Kristina ignored Ian’s protests and she began to massage the soles of his feet. Kristina would never admit how much she liked men’s feet, but when she glimpsed Ian’s naked body, she saw he had perfectly shaped soles and toes.

  “Your hands are cold, cut it out.”

  Ian tried to sit up and Kristina yanked his ankles, sending him onto his back. “No.”

  She ran her fingers between the space of his toes and she licked each of one. She swathed circles across Ian’s soles, making sure she diddled the soft skin of his insteps.

  Ian dropped his head back on the sofa armrest, and groaned. “Oh, Kris, that’s, you’re—amazing.”

  Kristina ran her hands under her brother’s calves the way he had done to her. Ian thrashed on the sofa, while Kristina continued her assault on his toes.

  “You have beautiful feet,” said Kristina. “Your toes are so long. I bet they’d feel wonderful if I rested on them.”

  Ian stilled staring at his stepsister. “What,” he asked softly.

  Pulling her stepbrother’s legs to rest flat, Kristina ambled to sit and she positioned her bare bottom over Ian’s toes. “Put your feet together. There. Hold still.”

  Ian watched Kristina squat over his feet and she spread her labia. She sank down on his two big toes and he saw her core flare beneath the triangle of her downy blonde curls.

  Exquisite dips onto his toes with her hot flesh made Ian begin to shiver. His naked body tensed and his erection stood tall as Kristina took two more of his toes inside her. He shook his head in disbelief watching his toes disappear. Kristina jigged up and down and Ian moaned, enjoying the loving foot play.

  How did his sister know how to do this?

  Kristina bobbed up and down on Ian and she saw his erection swaying hard and strong. She crawled up toward his hips and she swung her legs so she hovered over his shaft. She knew she was probably wanton; but she’d never had an opportunity to be with a man who was comfortable enough to let have control and do what she wanted. She knew she could when she was with Ian.

  Ian would let her express her secret desires and he’d encourage her to explore them. He always had. Kristina looked at her brother and she smiled.

  “I’ve never done this before—.” Kristina wet two of her fingers and she touched her clitoris and rubbed.

  Ian’s cock bounced and throbbed as he watched his sister play with her clitoris. Kristina dropped her hips onto Ian as his long, thick shaft pierced her deeply. Kristina took the full length of Ian inside, his mammoth hardness filling every place of her body—then she felt him swell.

  Kristina tried to bounce on her brother’s penis but it was too large. Ian’s erection swelled larger and Kristina started to panic. “You’re still growing, I can feel you inside me,” she whispered, eyes wide.

  Ian placed his hands on Kristina’s hips and he asked her to be still. “I’m larger than maybe you’re used to. I take a little while to grow fully hard.”

  Her brother’s words flamed Kristina’s passion…she’d been able to take Finn and Finn was very thick. Still Ian was wider, and longer…and she’d noticed the glans on his penis flared under a magnificently large crown. Her stepbrother’s hard cock and shaft continued to thicken, and grow.

  Kristina felt Ian’s penis flex inside her and she held her breath. She glanced at her brother, feeling her cheeks burn red. “Ian, I don’t know if I can take you,” she said, softly.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Kris. You’re my princess.”

  Chapter 10

  Kristina looked down at her brother and saw his dark eyes glisten. She’d never seen any man stare at her the way Ian did…he looked at her as if he…loved her.

  The sounds of her brother’s words, made Kristina feel bold, and the walls inside her pussy clenched. She eased herself along her stepbrother’s thick shaft then she sang onto it to the root. Kristina’s air left her chest from the impact. Suddenly the rest of Ian erection slipped inside her and she was impaled on her brother’s shaft, down to his shorthairs.

  Oh! She thought she had taken all of him already. Ian Knight was larger than any man she’d had

  The few men Kristina had been with never filled her completely.

  Kristina bobbed up and down on Ian’s pole gently, testing its length, and girth. She slowed her bouncing on his erection and she realized she could felt Ian’s pulse.

  “Oh, my gosh. I can feel your head inside me,” Kristina whispered.

  “It’s all right,” Ian nurtured. “Take me when you want. I’m yours.”

  Kristina felt Ian arch his pelvis and she moaned. She grabbed his hands and held them before he could take them from her hips. “Mm. Do that again.”

  Ian glanced at Kristina on the sofa while they flew miles above the Atlantic. He looked into her eyes, wanting to see if she meant what she said. Kristina gazed at him and nodded.

  Ian flexed his abdominals angling his cock angle inside Kristina firmly. Kristina gasped as she shuddered, taking all of him to the hilt. Kristina rode her brother’s cock, reveling in the hot, ticklish, thrusts as he ravaged her. I can’t believe how hot he feels, Kristina thought.

  She’d never felt such intense orgasms from sex. She’d thought a little rush of excitement was everything there was.

  Soft moans escaped her throat as she began to ride Ian. Her naked breasts bobbed with slide she gave. Ian reached up and fondled her bosom, tweaking her pearly pink peaks with his fingers and thumbs. Kristina groaned from the pleasure as her core turned silkily wet.

  Kristina loved how Ian stared at her breasts. He seemed to get harder inside her the more he played with them. She leant forward and put her hands onto the sofa armrest. The position tipped her breasts so they angled at Ian. Kristina ran her hands over her body and over Ian’s chest as he gripped her hips and pounded his erection into her deeply.

  Kristina bent to the floor and she searched through the tumble of clothes. She picked up Ian’s tie and she snapped it twice, seeing Ian still.

  “What are you planning to do with that?” Ian said wryly.

  “Shh.” Kristina replied.

  She took her brother’s hands and she crossed one of his wrists over the other. She took the scarlet tie and wrapped it around his palms, tying Ian’s arms back through a space of the armrest.

  Ian stared. “Kris, no way.”

  “Way.”

  Kristina sat back on Ian’s groin and she bared her pussy. Ian looked between her thighs seeing his fat, long shaft dipping in and out of her. He got harder immediately and he bucked his pelvis trying to sink himself deeper. Kristina held her hips high, riding on the crown of his penis delaying his orgasm.

  “Kris,” Ian whispered. His shaft throbbed and Ian winced.

  His stepsister had him tied up and cuckolded with her tight pussy. He’d never dreamt they be flying on his jet doing the nasty like a po
rn. He’d merely hoped they declare their affection for one another. Now his stepsister was using him like a boy toy.

  Ian would admit he loved it if she asked, but right now he had pretend he was pissed. He believed his little sis needed to have control of him to her content. “Kris, let me come.” Ian demanded.