"Tom?" she heard a man's voice from behind the door. "Are you in there?"
"Just a second, dad!" Tom said, scrambling to find his clothes. Sasha grabbed hers and sprinted for the bathroom. Tom hurried in breathlessly behind her, pulling on his shirt. "I was showing you my skis, and you had to pee," he hissed.
"Okay," Sasha whispered anxiously, smoothing her hair out and tying it back. Her heart was pounding. Were they about to get caught? Tom kissed her, and the moment dragged on, second after wonderful second. He kissed her once again before heading out the door.
She could over-hear Tom talking to his dad. She peed, washed her hands, and looked herself over in the mirror, trying to regain her composure. She then opened the bathroom door and walked back into Tom's bedroom. Tom and his dad were looking at his skis, and Tom was explaining something technical about them.
"Hey," she said, "I'm Sasha."
"Dan," the man said and smiled warmly, shaking her hand. He looked like an older version of Tom, a little shorter and paunchier.
"I was just showing them to Sasha," Tom said. "She's excited to learn how to ski."
"Uh huh," his dad nodded, throwing Tom a suspicious glance.
****
Sasha looked for any clue in her mother's face: Were they busted?
It would be unfair if they were, because what she had done last night had felt so right. Still, she had slept with her older stepbrother practically the moment she had met him, and she knew what her mom would think. Sasha took a nervous gulp of orange juice. Her French toast was sitting on the table, untouched.
"I don't know what Dan's problem is," her mom finally said. "I think he's just worked up over nothing." Sasha felt the tension drain out of her. A second later her phone buzzed. She pulled it out breathlessly under the table, knowing it was Tom.
"Who is that?" her mom asked.
"No one. God." She put her phone away. "Why are you so paranoid? I was alone with him for a day."
"Okay. Just be careful, Sasha."
Sasha's mom took her shopping while Tom and his dad hit the slopes. It felt like she hadn't seen her mom in forever, even though she had come to see her only a month ago. Today was the most wildly indulgent day they had ever spent together. With Dan's money, they could buy anything.
"Try it on," her mom said, as Sasha ran her fingers over a Dolce and Gabbana dress. Just looking at the price tag made her heart race. It was worth more than her car.
"Just try it on," her mom coaxed her.
The salesperson stood next to them eagerly, like a hyena. Putting it on, actually feeling it against her skin, was incredible. Sasha twirled in front of the mirror, watching the fabric move. But she couldn't take it, it was simply too much. She walked outside to show her mom.
"We'll take it," her mom immediately told the sales woman.
"Mom! Really!" Sasha protested. But she didn't press the issue any more. And the rest of the day passed similarly, store after store, like a wild shopping spree.
By the end of the day Sasha's minivan was cluttered with shopping bags, a pair of skis, custom-fitted ski boots and an unimaginably expensive Patagonia ski outfit. Everything fit wonderfully and was the perfect color, but looking at it all sitting in the backseat made her nervous. What if she wasn't good at it? Tom kept reassuring her that he would teach her how to ski, and everything would go just fine. But whenever he had finally convinced her it would go ok, he would scare her again, usually with a story about how he had almost died skiing in a backcountry chute, or jumping off a cliff. He was a nut.
Her heart was pounding when she stepped out of her van in front of the fancy Italian restaurant where they were supposed to meet Tom and Dan. Even in the whirlwind that had been her day, he hadn't left her mind, not for a second.
Their eyes locked from across the room as she walked in. She was wearing an outfit she had bought that day, a tight, black down sweater and expensive jeans that flattered her shape perfectly, along with a pair of furry Sorel boots. It was chic, yet rugged and up-for-anything, just the kind of girl she knew Tom would like.
Their eyes never left each other as she slid into the booth across from him. His hair was still playfully messy like it was last night, but this evening he was wearing a nice shirt and pants, paired inappropriately with a hemp necklace. Sasha was blind to the world around her.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," Tom replied. He couldn't stop looking at her.
"How was your day, Sasha?" Dan asked her. He seemed like such a warm person; no wonder her mom liked him.
"It was good," she said. "I'm excited to try skiing."
"That's great. You'll have a blast. Tom's a great teacher."
They enjoyed the fancy food while Dan talked about his business. It was boring listening to him. She pulled off one of her boots stealthily and rubbed her foot up his leg, coming to rest on his crotch. Tom gave her a sly look, one that thrilled her. She noticed her mom was looking at them, and she put her foot back down.
"How's graduate school going?" her mom asked Tom.
Graduate school? She had no idea Tom was so old. Sasha looked at him as if she were seeing him for the first time.
The evening wore on. Her mom and Dan were drinking wine and laughing, having a good time while Sasha and Tom sat there, not able to come up with anything to say. Sasha started to feel a headache. Tom wasn't looking at her anymore, and it felt like whatever had existed between them was starting to go flat.
"I need to use the ladies' room," Sasha said, excusing herself. Her mom got up to let her out of the booth. Sasha went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to collect herself. What was happening? What was this vacation going to be like? And why did Tom have to be so old? She took one final look at herself in the mirror before heading back out. She ran smack into Tom.
"Hey," she said, her hands feeling his chest. He took her and kissed her, his fingers entwined in her hair. He pulled her close. She loved feeling him mashed against her breasts, overwhelming her, as usual.
"Sorry this dinner is taking forever," he whispered.
"It's okay," Sasha said, kissing him again. She loved being with him, breathing in his scent and feeling the heat of his body, even if it was just for a second. They made out carelessly in the hallway, unable to stop.
"Coming through," a waiter said, sliding past them, holding a brigade of hot plates in his hands.
"I'd better go," Tom said, his hand still holding her waist.
"Okay."
"Come by tonight. I'll be up."
****
Sasha came to Tom's room later that night and knocked on his door quietly. She had been waiting all day to be with him again. Tom opened the door, and she practically jumped into his arms. He carried her to the bed. They kissed hard and fumbled with each other's clothes in the dark. Her shirt was first to go. He groped her breasts as he kissed her and removed his clothing eagerly. Her pants came off next, and immediately his cock started pushing into her. She moaned loudly. She couldn't help it.
"Quiet," he gasped, his voice choked with pleasure. He held his hand over his mouth, letting her moan all she pleased as he gave it to her. He turned over, and she squirmed into him, wanting him to take her from behind. His hands gripped her ass forcefully as he plunged in, fucking her good and hard, making her gasp even more. It felt so naughty moaning into a pillow while she got fucked like a wild animal from behind. He took her recklessly without any clue as to when he would stop or slow down, and it made Sasha wild. She screamed her ecstasy into the pillow, and he didn't slow down until his body finally collapsed over her, flooding her once again.
"I don't want to leave you," Sasha said, snuggling in closer to him. Whenever their lips drew apart it felt like she was spiraling away from him into space. Kissing him gave her chills that ran all the way down her spine. She couldn't get enough.
"You don't have to," Tom replied. "And before you go, I've got to say something to you: I want you to be my Step Valentine this Valentine's Day."
"Oh baby, that's so sweet," Sasha giggled. "Of course I'll be your Step Valentine! I was hoping you'd ask me that! And to think I almost decided not to come here."
My Step Sex Teacher
(A Taboo Step Romance)
Here, in the comfort and privacy of my bedroom, it was easy to give in to my darkest fantasies. Dad was at work, and Tom, my step brother, was at his summer job. I had just woken up, and even though I was again not feeling too well (this was my second day of being a little under the weather), I knew I was well enough to go to my summer classes. Not that it mattered; I was 19 and my father didn't put too much pressure on me to do well in school and gave me a lot of freedom. I was headed off to college in a few months, but I wanted to get a head start on some of the general education requirements. It didn’t matter anyway if I missed a day, I had an A+ so far in the class, and it was stupid easy, even if it was Advanced Placement.
In any case, I was the good one, always studying and filling my time with clubs and extracurricular activities. Tom on the other hand was sort of a bad boy.
I didn’t know what had lit the spark, but I was smoldering with carnal lust for Tom. Just watching him walk set off a firestorm of lust inside me: a sick, hollow yearning that consumed my virgin, never-been-touched body. He was just so sexy, with his broad shoulders, tattoos, and the dark, messy hair that fell carelessly over his face. He was my deepest, darkest and most delicious secret, and with no other stepsiblings in the house to compete with, I was sure I could keep it that way.
“Tom...” I moaned, running my hands over my breasts, pretending his rough palms were kneading my nipples to attention. “Tom...”
I worked my shirt up over my breasts, the way I imagined he would, and then took it off altogether. My other hand found its way down to my aching, fleshy mound, and I started to finger myself through my panties. Mmm…yes, I could already feel how lubed and wet I was. I loved these slow, teasing moments when my body came alive with arousal, but I couldn’t wait much longer. I peeled off my tight, yoga leggings from my sexy body and left them crumpled on the otherwise bare and spotless carpet, damp with the wet kiss of lust that had emerged between my legs.
All I was missing was a boy, but all the boys in high school seemed to avoid me; I think in part because I was such a goody-two-shoes, but also because I was much sexier than the other girls. I was long-legged, lean, and beautifully toned from years of running cross country, and I'm sure I intimidated many of the guys. Even the football jocks kept their distance because I had a reputation as a hard worker and non-drinker. Still, it hurt a little not having their attention; I was horny and needed a good fucking. Part of me just wished I had someone who could to teach me how to be bad, at least just a little.
I pushed a finger deep inside me, finding the spot which made me writhe and gasp. I was so tight, it was hard to get two fingers inside of me. Didn’t boys want that?
“Fuck me...” I breathed. My whole body was tense with arousal, and my pussy was soaked. I ran my fingers along the hood of my clit. It was still too sensitive to touch directly, but I kneaded it through its little pink pocket, pushing it in every direction, sending wave after wave of pleasure shuddering through my body. Nobody was home, so I was free to moan as loud as I wanted.
“Oh Tom,” I gasped, “fuck me now!”
I was a wet, quivering mess, writhing with pleasure as I neared orgasm. My little pearl was swollen with lust, and I flicked it in every direction, imagining it was Tom’s tongue as he sent overwhelming sensations crashing through my body with its every little movement, sweeping me closer and closer to the edge. I was lost, riding on a wave of pleasure that consumed me entirely. I wanted his cock. So bad. I plunged two fingers into my slickness, gasping when they pressed into the sensitive, receptive flesh of my secret spot. Every plunge made me writhe, bringing me closer and closer, until I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and the world fell away. My soul plummeted into a black hole of ecstasy.
“Tom! Tom! Tom!” I gasped as I came, convulsing wildly as my orgasm exploded through me. The walls of my sex shuddered and squeezed against my invading fingers, where I imagined my stepbrother’s cock should have been pummeling me, firing its demon seed into the sullied temple of my innocence. The last spasm died away and I lay on the bed heaving, too spent to move. I slowly withdrew my fingers. There were coated with my passion and desire for Tom.
I should take more sick days, I decided.
After a minute I rolled out of bed. I pulled my form-fitted, tight, black yoga pants back on and washed my hands, then put my wild hair back into its place. I danced down the stairs singing the Beatles, my favorite band, as well as Tom's favorite band. I was going to make myself a snack, then watch some TV before heading back up to my room to blast myself past the stratosphere with my fingers again. It was going to be a great day.
Then, I heard someone downstairs singing with me, harmonizing perfectly with my voice.
Take a sad song, and make it be-ee-ter...
I froze in my tracks. Tom was home? A wave of cold nausea rolled over my entire body. Had he heard me? Had he been listening to me moan and gasp, wailing his name in a voice choked with my unspeakable, secret, shameful desire?
Maybe he hadn’t. I would have to keep walking downstairs, acting as naturally as possible. If he had, I would probably see it on his face.
“Hey!” he called up the stairs, “why did you stop singing?”
“Sorry, ha ha, I didn't think anyone was home,” I yelled back awkwardly in response. He started singing again, but I didn’t have the heart to join in. I was sick with apprehension. His voiced died away, disappointment ringing in the last few words. Tom loved to sing. Music had been his only salvation after his mom had died, and it carried him though, at least until now. The sound of his voice, as soulful and ragged as his guitar playing, and so much older than his 19 years, was yet another thing about him that truly drove me wild.
This was so embarrassing! But I had to keep walking down the stairs. It would be even more awkward if I turned and ran back up to my room, which every mortified cell in my body was screaming at me to do. I tentatively stepped into the living room, where Tom was tuning his guitar.
“Hey sis, are you feeling any better?”
“A little,” I said as evenly as I could manage. I tried to stop the heat that was reddening my face. “Did you get off work early?”
“Yeah,” he said offhandedly, plucking a string and listening carefully to the note that pulsed through the awkward, quiet room. He wrenched the string a little tighter, and the note got sharper, then buzzed away and died. He put down his guitar. “It was slow today, so they sent me home. Figures. At this rate, I’ll never save enough money to go to California.”
“I thought Blake was going to pay for most of it?"
“He was, but the band broke up. Blake’s going to college, and just yesterday Andy decided he doesn't want to go with me. I'm a little bummed."
I was crushed. I knew how much Tom's band had meant to him. I had heard them practice so many times, and had even gone to their first shows, before they started gaining popularity. They had been good, really good.
“Oh my God, Tom, I'm so sorry." I hugged him tight. Tom didn't look upset, but I knew how he held things in, trying to keep a lid on himself before he exploded in pain. He had turned into a problem child, someone who disappeared for days, worrying my father sick before he returned looking ragged and hung over, wearing the same dirty clothes he had walked away in.
After his mom died, he had lost control of his grief, and his world had spiraled into darkness. He quit the football team, where he had been the star running back, and drifted away from everybody. I couldn't count the number of fights he had gotten into, or how many times he had been suspended. On a couple of truly grim nights, my dad had made the long drive to the police station to bail him out of jail.
But he had never lashed out at me. If anything, we had become closer throughout all the trials and tribulations. It only
made sense; I had lost my mom to cancer when I was a little girl, and he had gone through that same awful loss two years ago, when his mom died in a car wreck. I was the only person he confided in, that he could spill his guts to. And when some of the popular kids at school made fun of me, he had sent one of them, a preppy asshole that everyone worshiped, on a brutal collision course with a staircase that knocked out most of his teeth. He had gone to jail for that one, for assault. The judge had been lenient because of his mother’s recent death, and Tom had narrowly escaped doing hard time.
My infatuation with him felt so wrong, and I was ashamed of myself. But I couldn’t help it. He was wild and brooding, and that thrilled me in ways I couldn’t believe. His troubled soul was deeper than that of anyone else I knew. I wanted to give all of myself to him.
I wanted to move past this silly adolescent crush, especially when it was so dirty and forbidden, but it was so hard. Especially in moments like this one, when he was tuning his guitar with intense concentration, brushing his wayward hair away from his handsome face. I was pretty sure he had no idea how good he looked.
He needed someone to be truly close with, someone he trusted enough to not push away. I knew that my sex could heal the wounds in his soul, just like it would heal the emptiness in mine. I knew I could tame his wild grief, and set his unhappiness at ease; but I didn’t know how to get from here to there. I was a virgin, for crying out loud! What did I know about seduction?
Plus, I was sick of being so good all the time. Everyone thought they knew me, but they didn't. I had passions, I had desires. And I was so damn horny all the time it was driving me crazy: crazy enough to get my hot stepbrother to fuck my brains out.
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