Lock Step: An Enemies to Lovers Accidental Roommates Stepbrother Romance

by Jamie Knight

  “Mmmm,” I moaned. “Mmmmm. Phil. Wow. Mmmm.”

  “See?” he asked. “I told you. You need to trust your stepbrother. I know how to make you feel good. Just let your stepbrother fuck your tiny little asshole. Let me go all the way in.”

  “Mmmm, okay, stepbro,” I said, as I came onto his hand while his cock was crammed most of the way inside me. “I’m cumming. You’re making me cum.”

  “Well, stepsister, you’re not being enough of a slut for me,” he scolded me. “I’m not all the way in.”

  As I came down off the high of my orgasm, I realized it was true. He was rather stuck, his dick crammed most of the way, but not all the way, inside me.

  “Don’t be selfish,” he said, slapping my ass. “Be a better slut. Let me all the way in that ass. Come on.”

  It was kind of hot, how angry he was because he wanted me all the way but couldn’t have me that far yet.

  “I’m sorry, step bro,” I said, tears springing to my eyes because it stung now, how wide he was stretching me open, and now that he had stopped rubbing my hard, wet clit and making me cum while he plunged his big cock into my tiny little hole. “I’m trying. I want to be a good slut for you. I think you’re just too big. Your cock is so huge, and my ass hole is tiny.”

  “Nonsense,” he said, spreading my legs and my ass cheeks open wider, spitting on his cock for more lube, and thrusting himself all the way inside me now.

  “Owww!” I cried out, hoping I wasn’t too loud. “Stepbrother, that hurts. You’re hurting your little stepsister.”

  “Be quiet,” he said, pulling my hair so that my head swung back, and I was forced to look at the fury in his eyes. “Do you want us to get caught? Do you want your dad or my mom to walk down here and see my big cock shoved into your tiny little ass hole? Do you want them to see us naked, with me rubbing that clit of yours that gets so hard and wet for me?”

  As he said that, he started touching my pussy again, and I immediately started feeling better. I looked him in the eyes as he rubbed my clit, getting my pussy juices all over his hand. His other hand was still holding onto my hair, making me stare into his eyes.

  “Do you want them to see me making you cum like this?” he asked. “So they can see what a little slut you are for me?”

  “Mmmm, no, mmmm,” I said, as I started to cum again.

  “No, what?” he said, taking his hand off my pussy and moving it to my nipple. “You want me to stop?”

  “No,” I told him. “Please. Keep going. No, I don’t want them to see how you make me turn into your little slut. No one can know that I love when my stepbrother fucks my pussy and my cock.”

  “Then you’d better be quiet,” he said, pinching my nipple, squeezing it and rubbing it between his fingers. “You’d better just keep your ass up while you’re on your hands and knees for me, letting me do what I want to you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, stepbrother,” I said.

  To my delight, he put his hand back on my pussy and started pulling at my clit.

  “I’ll show the world what you like me to do your pussy, if you don’t let me fuck your ass, all the way, nice and tight,” he said. “I’ll show them how I absolutely own my little stepsister. How she’s my dirty little slut.”

  “Mmmm, no, stepbrother, don’t,” I said, and he stopped pulling on my clit just before I was about to cum.

  “I mean, keep going,” I begged. “Please. I’m so close. I need you. I just meant don’t tell everyone what a slut I am for my stepbrother.”

  “Oh, keep doing this?” he asked.

  He was rubbing my clit so hard and good that I was bouncing up and down on his hand, jutting my butt backwards so that he could get further into my ass.

  “Okay, if you keep doing that. If you let me all the way into your ass hole without fighting me or shouting out, so that we can keep doing this and no one will know how I like to cram my little stepsister’s asshole full of my cock, just like I like to fill up your little pussy hole and your wet, hot mouth with my cum.”

  “Mmmm, Phil. Stepbro, I’m cumming. I love how you fuck my ass while you play with my pussy.”

  I was looking straight into his eyes as his cock was tearing my little ass hole apart and while his hand was making my pussy cum. He could see that I was completely his, at his mercy, letting him ravage any part of my body that he wanted.

  “That’s right, ride this thick dick of mine with that little ass hole of yours,” he said. “Finally, you let me all the way in without protest. That’s a good little slut. Come on, slut, ride this cock.”

  “Okay, stepbrother,” I said, moving my ass all over, letting him fuck it nice and hard and good. “Is this what you want? Am I being enough of a slut for you?”

  “Fuck yeah,” he said, and I could feel his cock start to throb and pulse in my ass like it had been doing in my pussy earlier. “Good slut. Good little stepsister.”

  I wanted to scream in utter joy because this new sensation was amazing. But I stuffed my head into a pillow once he let go of my hair, so that it could muffle my sounds as he fucked my ass hole so hard and good.

  I had gushed out so much cum that I had soaked the couch cushions. I didn’t know how we were going to clean this up and at that moment, I didn’t care.

  “Okay, I’m going to cum in your ass,” he said. “Are you ready for my load to fill up that tiny little hole of yours, stepsister slut?”

  “Yes,” I told him. “Give it to me. Give your cum to your stepsister slut, in my ass.”

  He shot a blast of his man seed up my ass and that was incredible.

  After a brief respite, we topped things off by giving each other oral sex simultaneously. By this time, we were both so covered in each other’s bodily fluids, it didn’t matter. I just wanted to cum and make him cum again and vice versa.

  We did so and I let his warm, sticky spray cover my face. Then I used my fingers to push it into my mouth and licked his cock and balls clean.

  Phil rolled off of me, utterly spent. I was just as exhausted. Neither one of us could move for several minutes. We just lay there, wondering what we had done.

  “Okay,” I finally said, after a long, long pause. “This has to be a one-off thing, right? I mean, we needed this. To release the tension.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. “Tension released. We don’t talk about this. Everything we said was just pillow talk. It doesn’t carry out into real life or we would be in major trouble.”

  “Agreed.”

  We grabbed our robes and headed back to our rooms. At someone point, I would have to come back into the basement and clean up or Phil would. Fortunately, our parents rarely went down there.

  I have to admit, the sex was amazing. Despite the fact it was with my stepbrother, I didn’t feel any guilt and I didn’t feel strange about it all. It felt right. And even though I had just said that it was a one-off thing, I already wanted more of it.

  Who was I kidding?

  I had meant what I had said to my stepbrother when his big, hard cock was deep inside my wet and willing pussy, not what I had just said when we were done with our session.

  My pussy belonged to him.

  My ass did, too.

  He could have them any time he wanted them.

  And I wanted him to take them all the time.

  Chapter Thirteen - Phil

  When I got back to my room, I closed and locked the door. It was amazing we weren’t caught. I really had lost it down there. We had had no sense of the noise we were making.

  I looked down at my cock and thought of how it had felt as Tracianne was riding on it. Our juices still smelled so good mixed together on it. But then I realized that, God, the basement must reek of sex right now. I would have to get down there with some Febreze or something and clean up.

  Then I thought, I had to do it now. There had to be no evidence. Sneaking back into the hall and closing my robe, I snuck out and back downstairs. I got some wi
pes and went down into the basement.

  Turning on the lights, I was appalled. It looked like someone had shot a porno movie down here. I found some Febreze and sprayed it around to cover up the smell of sex. The bar was a mess and I wiped it down. I picked up some of the glasses and bottles that had gotten knocked over.

  There wasn’t much to do about the cushions. I couldn’t really see any stains, but it was still kind of dark in the basement. My instinct was to flip them over but that would probably mean they would never dry. I gave them a spray and a quick wipe and hoped for the best.

  I put the cards away. It would only be more evidence if Richard came down here to figure things out. Worst case scenario if he found me now, he’d probably just assume I was jerking off down here for some reason.

  But, damn, what had I done? I fucked my stepsister. I fucked her a lot. And the anal. That was a surprise. I had never done before. She was a freak and a half!

  I guessed I could never tell this story. Or I could tell the story, but I’d have to make it about someone else. I got out my phone and I thought about texting Mickey.

  But then I realized, the first question he would have if I said this had happened to someone would be, “Who?”

  I couldn’t tell him and make up a girl. That wouldn’t sell. My best bet was to let this settle and then tell the story next year. With the distance, it would make more sense.

  I could say it was some girl from high school. Bonnie Mackland. She moved back to Colorado and Mickey would never meet her.

  I couldn’t believe it.

  It was like a porno movie.

  Banging your stepsister.

  Shit.

  What did that make me?

  I used to look at that and think people were freaks for just making a porn movie about that. Now, I better shut my stupid mouth and stop judging people because apparently it happened, and when it did, it was really fucking hot. I knew that from experience now.

  Was this illegal?

  No, I guessed not.

  We were both adults and not blood relatives. We hadn’t grown up together and we hadn’t even known each other until we were adults, and our parents were getting married. While it would be insanely awkward to explain, no one was going to throw us in jail for it.

  Then again, what if she told her dad tomorrow?

  Holy fuck!

  Was that what this was all about? Trying to break up this family since she hated that her dad had married my mom?

  Maybe she was crazy.

  What was I saying?

  She was crazy!

  She kissed me in the car, and it was her idea to come down here.

  Holy shit, did she set me up for something?

  Richard would throw me out of the house, without question. I certainly wouldn’t be allowed in the house when Tracianne was here.

  Oh, my God!

  How could I have been so stupid?

  She wanted me to fall for this so she could get the house to herself!

  No, this was worse.

  She wanted to split up Mom and Richard. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that one. I wasn’t a huge Richard fan, but was all of that really any of my business at this point?

  There was no way my mom would get back with my dad, so all I’d be doing is help split Mom up from someone she apparently loved, for whatever reason. I didn’t think that would make me feel good. Maybe Tracianne didn’t realize the implications of what that might do to her father, either.

  “Cameras!” I suddenly said aloud.

  Did she have some hidden down here ahead of time?

  I had to check.

  Going through a bookshelf that would’ve been the best spot to place it, I found nothing. Checking the entire basement up and down, I saw no cameras.

  If they were here, they were too small to spot. In the end, I was pretty sure I was just being paranoid.

  If she told our parents, I could just deny it. Plus, why would she even tell them? It would make her look bad, too, of course.

  Shit, maybe I was just being paranoid here. I mean, she did seem pretty into it. Hell, she wouldn’t even have to have sex with me if she wanted to set me up for something. She could just tempt me and the minute I made a move on her, she could say I was trying to do something to her.

  I still couldn’t believe it had even happened!

  I half expected her to come down here in regular clothes and look shocked when she saw me. And honestly, I didn’t expect to get laid. I really didn’t.

  Most likely, I expected her to come down in clothes, see what I was wearing, laugh at me for thinking she was serious, and then call the whole thing off. If anyone asked about the robe, I’d just say that I was off to bed.

  But when she came down here in her own robe, too, I knew she was serious. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t care.

  Her body is so hot.

  God, I could fuck her all night!

  And I pretty much just had.

  Imagine if it was just us stuck in the house together. If Richard and Mom ended up going to their vacation house or something. It would be a non-stop fuck fest, no question.

  She acted so high and mighty with her “one-off”.

  Who is she trying to kid?

  She clearly wanted me again, and badly.

  You don’t fuck like that just once. No way. To do that, you’d have to be some kind of sex maniac with a million other offers waiting.

  Tracianne talked a big game, but she was into me. Yeah, that was why she had been acting so crazy.

  She wanted my cock, and she knew it but was trying to suppress it. Until I was rubbing that hard, wet little clit of hers and she was begging me to keep going, to make her cum again and again. That was when she let the truth out – that she was so hot for me and that only my big cock down her throat or in her wet pussy hole or tiny ass hole could satisfy her urge.

  I let out a sigh of relief. This was nothing but my anxiety talking myself into circles again. Why did I always picture the worse when something this good happened to me?

  I had loved fucking her. It felt amazing to have her tight pussy walls squeezing my big cock that was crammed inside her. All I wanted to do was keep playing with her nipples and sucking on her clit and making her scream out my name and tell me that she was my dirty little stepsister slut. I didn’t want to ruin it by letting my thoughts run around in circles like crazy.

  Instead of worrying so much, I decided to think about how we could keep this going and not get caught. I didn’t want anyone to find out our secret, or else we would have to stop doing it. And I needed that pussy of hers.

  I wanted to run my hands down her wide hips and grip her plump ass and watch it bounce on my cock, forever and ever. But how, when we were in such a weird, forbidden situation and no one could find out?

  If school started back up again, it would be easy. She could just come up to my college and we could spend the weekend in the dorm.

  I never showed anyone a picture of my stepsister. We could just pretend she was an old girlfriend from my high school. No one would be the wiser. We could go out, have some fun and then come back and have a different kind of fun. Our own private kind.

  For a few moments, I just sat there thinking about all the sex I just had. Amazingly, I started getting hard again. Just thinking about her made me so horny. I willed myself to stop thinking about her so that I could get on with my day.

  I had to get back upstairs before anyone noticed me down here. Turning off the lights, I immediately went back to the first floor and put the cleaning products away.

  I got a drink of water, so that if anyone heard me and came down, they’d assume I was just making noises doing that. When no one showed, I snuck back upstairs to my room. Seemed like I was okay.

  Thinking about it again, I started to get hard.

  My God, it never ends.

  I was as horny as some kind of animal. Even now, with minimum rest, I wanted to
bring her back down her and start all over again.

  Jesus, is this what drives us?

  I never thought it would be like this. I was like some crazed animal, wanting Tracianne again and again.

  Maybe I was broken.

  Perhaps Tracianne and I were both damaged goods. So lonely and pathetic that we had to have sex with the nearest person available.

  Could it be that the lockdown for the virus triggered all this?

  Or could we somehow be meant to be, and we never knew it until our parents got together and then the pandemic forced us into close quarters?

  Perhaps our initial hatred of each other masked attraction.

  It wasn’t our fault our parents had gotten married.

  If we had met anywhere else, we could just hook up right away.

  But because of our circumstances we had to immediately reject that notion and start fighting.

  I went back into my room and laid back down.

  My head was full of thoughts about what her dad’s reaction or my mother’s reaction would be if they found out.

  There was no way they would be cool with it, of course.

  I should stick to the plan and forget about it.

  We should never do this again.

  But I knew I was telling myself a lie.

  I had to have Tracianne again.

  I would have her again.

  And again and again.

  Nothing else really mattered to me now.

  No matter the risks or consequences, I need my dirty little stepsister slut to look up at me with those innocent yet innocent eyes while she was sucking my cock like a champ.

  The only place I wanted to be was with her, on her, in her.

  And I was going to keep going after what I wanted, no matter what.

  I just had to hide well, so that I didn’t act like that was what I wanted to do, and no one would find out.

  That would be a hard feat to pull off, but I knew I could figure out a way to do it.

  Or, at least, I was pretty sure I could. I kept changing my mind from one minute to the next, unsure of whether to leave her alone, go after what I wanted, or at least take a break so that no one could figure out our secret.