“Yes, deeper.” She cried out, her hand moving faster. She did not know who she was talking to, since she was there alone. She just knew she felt them go deeper. Hitting her g-spot. She cried out again. Suddenly she felt a mouth on her nipple making it hard. She was sure it was all a dream and she did not want it to stop. Her hips began to rock back and forth against the invisible hand. She felt her heat rise as her gasp became quicker.
As her body arched, she came with gusto and tried to catch her breath. Opening her eyes, she expected to see someone there and as she knew in the back of her mind, she was alone. Her body was exploding even after she opened her eyes and finished washing up. Every touch electrified her body. As she grabbed the towel to dry off after tuning off the water, she stepped out and looked at the mirror. She saw there were words written in the steam that was left on the surface.
It simply said, ‘Now you are mine.’
She stepped back and almost fell as she shook her head and closed her eyes. When she opened them, the words were gone. She knew there was something not right with the house, she was not sure what it was. She was not going to let something like this scare her off. This was her house and she was going to stay. She looked for Runt and found him. Taking him to the bathroom, she put him in the litter box and went to the bedroom.
Making the bed, she pulled back the sheets and crawled in. She was sure that she felt the bed move as if another body had gotten into bed with her. Feeling beside her there was nothing there. Soon she was sound asleep. She felt arms go around her as she drifted off and moved to shake the feeling off. The next time she woke, she saw the sun through the window and Runt had hopped up in the bed and was curled against her back. She knew she had a full week ahead of her as she went downstairs to make some coffee and start unpacking.
The Entity
Rochelle unpacked and was finally set up to go to work. She had spoken to Maria and Brad through the week. She told them of the strange things that were going on in the house. Keys moved, spilled food in the morning, how Runt would act in certain areas of the house. One morning she found all the cabinets opened. Brad could tell how nervous she was even though she insisted that everything was okay. Brad told her that he would be up for the weekend.
Though she tried to pretend everything was okay, the house made her very nervous. Especially when she came across a book that was completely black. When she read the book, the words were shocking. It was a book of shadows that had been kept by a dark warlock that had lived in the home back in the 1600’s. The house had been used as an energy collector for souls that were dammed. As she read the book further, she saw that there were sacrifices made in the basement. The warlock had trapped souls in the house and painted the walls with blood to seal it. The only safe area that he had not gotten to, the attic. Rochelle had made plans to explore the attic on the weekend with Brad. She was not going anywhere new in the house without someone beside her besides Runt.
Placing the book on the table, she looked at it and wanted to send a text to Brad to come up earlier. Opening the bottle of wine that was on the table she thought over what she had read in the book. Pouring a glass, she felt it warm her throat. She leaned back on the couch and contemplated if she should message Brad to leave early. Picking up the phone, she began to text him and noticed that the book began to shake.
It opened and black smoke came from the pages. From the smoke formed a man. He was very tall and had long black hair and black eyes. He stood before her in clothing that were not of the time as he took the phone out of her hand. She could not say anything, he mesmerized her as his hands moved to her face and he caressed it. Leaning forward, he kissed her and his hands traveled down her body.
Cupping her breast, his kisses became harder and his tongue snaked in her mouth as she parted her lips. His hands burned her skin as he laid her back on the couch. Ripping her dress off, he stood before her. Her hands reached for his as she drew him to her. She did not know why she was doing that, she just did. Her hands went to the shirt he wore and she removed it kissing his chest as his hands moved between her thighs. His fingers pulled aside her panties as his fingertips rubbed her lips. Slowly he parted her lips and began to probe as her body arched into his.
“Lay back.” He ordered and placed a hand on her chest. He opened her legs wider and placed two fingers inside her as she bit her lip. She closed her eyes and moved her hips with his movement. He pushed in deeper as she moaned to his touch. He watched her as she became heated and wetness ran down his hands. Smiling, he undid his pants and let them fall. He moved on top of her and placed his head at the edge of her pussy and began to rub up and down as she whimpered under him. She raced her hands down his back and found his cheeks pulling him into her. She wanted to feel him deep inside her.
Spreading her legs wider, she felt him slip in as he filled her. Her nails dug into his back as her hips thrust up. She felt him plunge into her. Her mouth open to let out a scream as he came crashing down on her. She felt him deeply inside her as her legs wrapped around his hips. His mouth sealed to hers, he played with her tongue as he kissed her. Her head was spinning. His hands rubbed her breast and then pinched her nipples as she writhed under him.
“Deeper, fuck me harder.” She screamed as his hands went around her hips. He pulled her into him and she felt him hitting her g-spot as she came hard. He continued to kiss her deeply and she grabbed onto his body tightly as her hips thrust up to meet his. She wanted to feel him hit that spot every time he thrust. She began to cum time after time. The couch was soaked under her as he finally let go and released inside her.
As he laid on top of her, she felt the body begin to disappear. She was sure it was just a dream and perhaps the wine had gone to her head. When she opened her eyes, the book was closed and the phone was on the table. She looked down and saw the dress was on the floor and her thighs were wet. She felt the fingertips on her shoulders as a voice whispered in her ear.
“I will be back for you Rochelle.” And an evil laugh came from out of nowhere as the lights turned on and off and the book flew to the bookshelf in the place where she had found it. As much as she wanted to run, she wanted to be able to feel that way again as he took her.
She looked at the phone and picked it up to message Brad and saw that he had left a text. ‘Be there soon.’ Rochelle’s lips formed a wicked smile. She was going to enjoy this weekend with Brad. She had felt her heat rise and all she could think about was taking Brad to the bedroom and having her way with him. As she went upstairs to find something to wear, her hands roamed her body in anticipation of this new desire that filled her.
Stepbrother Romance
Bad Brother
By Lady Aingealicia
In the Beginning
Marco’s mother Liza had married Roland his senior year. Along with the marriage came Akia, his step sister. He had often fantasized about what he could do with that tight little body as he would watch her run around and spend all of daddy’s money. She went through boyfriends like water and did not care who she hurt along the way. He was sure that he could tame her wild ways if only he had the chance. What he didn’t know was that Akia had her own secret desires once he stepped into the house and into the family as her brother.
Let the Fighting Begin
Akia walked into the Upper East Side home and looked around. Liza had replaced all the flowers again. It was only the 3rd time this week, she thought to herself. Liza was the only woman Akia knew that spent more money in a week than she did. She walked around the quiet apartment and wondered where everyone had gone. Since her father Roland had passed, they were rarely together anymore. Akia seethed at the thought that Liza was in charge of all the money until she was 21. Then she would get her inheritance.
Akia never cared for Liza, however she did her best to be cordial to her. Her real interest was in Marco, her step brother. He was the type of man that she would go after for a romp and then leave by the wayside. He was in the right class, had the right bank roll, a
nd his killer looks helped. The difference between Akia and Marco, Marco had a heart. Akia used to, she was broken when her mother passed so many years ago and left her with nanny’s and servants until Liza came along.
Once Liza came along, she tried with Akia. Akia saw her as trying to replace her mother Anne and no one could hold a candle to that. Walking to her room, she saw all the new packages that she had just gotten. She knew they had a dinner engagement that night with the upper crust of Manhattan that night. Liza was hunting for husband number 4. Akia was looking for her new boy toy and Marco was looking for an in to a fortune 500 job.
Akia shook her head and wondered why Marco did not just go into business for himself. She knew he was talented enough. He said he wanted to learn the ropes how to run a successful business before he ran one. Akia took off her paisley dress she had on and stood in her lacey lavender bra and panty set. Her door was open just a bit, since she was home alone, she would often do that.
Looking through her boxes she saw the beautiful white lace dress and held it up. Searching for the thigh highs and new white pumps to go with the dress. She did not hear the door open as she searched for the complete outfit. She had picked up a few extra things along the way. Finding her barely there panties and lace bra to go with the dress she set them on the velvet burgundy chaise in the corner.
As she walked around the room in her undergarments, she did not notice that Marco was standing in the doorway watching her. Her mind was drifting to the first time she had started to fall for Marco. They were in swim class together and she saw him in his trunks. His body made her melt. He was on the hockey team and it helped him keep in shape. Akia had found herself actually wanting to go to swimming to watch him do laps.
Marco coughed to make his presence known. Akia spun around being woken up from her daydream. She searched for a robe and then decided against it. She had nothing to hide and it was her room. Placing a hand on her hip and standing there, pushing a blonde lock away from her face. She stared at him with her crystal blue eyes.
“Can I help you Marco?” She said in a huff as she moved back to going through the boxes on her bed.
“I see you are going through your weekly allowance.” He noted as he stared at all the clothes on the bed.
“Spring is coming and I need a new wardrobe.” She answered simply. Marco let himself in, he looked through her full closet.
“And what of this wardrobe?” He pointed to the clothes inside that could barely be contained.
“I can mix and match.” She answered as she found her necklace and earrings to go with the dress for the night and she placed it with them. She knew Marco volunteered at a soup kitchen in ABC town and it had a clothing drive every month. “Or, I could go through them and pick out what I don’t like and give them to you for that little place you go to every week.”
“I am sure that would be greatly appreciated.” He commented as he looked at all the stuff she had. “I could help you pick out what you would give away. You could always model it for me and then decide.” Thoughts ran through his mind of what he could do during that time.
She glanced over at him as she walked to her vanity and sat down. Letting her hair down, she ran a brush through his long locks. She looked in the mirror as Marco walked to her bed and looked at all the boxes. Noting he shook his head at all the purchases. She knew that she had gone a bit over board on her shopping as of late. She was filling a void in her life since her father had passed.
“Look, Marco is there anything else?” She sat the brush down and sighed. In his mind he was thinking, ‘yes, I would like you on your knees, sucking my dick.’ Instead he looked at her and smiled.
“No, dear step sister, there is nothing else.” He headed towards the door and looked back before he left her room. “I look forward to sorting out your closet. The dinner is at 7 pm sharp.” He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. Akia looked at the clock on her vanity, it was 4 pm.
Akia was seething inside. She did not know why she felt the way she did towards Marco, he confused her mind and her heart. She had never been in love before and she did not know what this was. She looked at herself in the mirror, she knew that she had been with many boys, Marco was a man. She was tired of running around and finding the wrong ones or one night stands.
Pulling her hair up in a French twist, she turned her head and looked. The earrings would be perfect with the dress tonight. She planned on getting to Marco one way or another. The first part was to get him to notice her. With any luck he would at the dinner. She heard voices in the living room and knew that Liza was home. She heard a knock on her door.
“It’s open.” Akia stated. She saw Liza poke her head in.
“The limo will be here at 6 to pick us up.” Liza noted the boxes on the bed. “I will expect you to be ready.”
“I will be ready. I am getting ready right now Liza.” Akia commented as she began to touch up her makeup. “Is there anything else?” Liza sighed, she did not know how to reach Akia. On the surface, Akia seemed like a spoiled brat, in reality, she was a very hurt little girl.
“No.” Liza shut the door and left. Akia continued to get ready for the night. She would have someone put up her stuff while they were at dinner.
Dinner and Dancing
Akia sat in the limo looking at the lights. She did not dare look at Marco or his panties would be wet. He looked very good in his tux. It was a black tie affair. Liza was wearing a white dress as well that did not hide any of her Italian curves. Akia knew that Liza was man hunting. Akia was as well. As they pulled up to the venue, the door opened and Liza got out first.
Akia followed with Marco and placed her arm in Marco’s and greeted the many that were standing outside. As they went in, Marco placed his hand on top of Akia’s and patted it. He knew she hated these outings, though she pretended to be a social butterfly, she disliked public meetings. He watched his mother smooze with the socialites, he was used to her finding a husband pretty quick so Akia’s bouncing with men never bothered him. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Just come and get me if you need me tonight.” She nodded to his words. She had worked hard on her dealing with crowds. She stood up straighter beside Marco as he led them to their table. Pulling out her seat, his hand brushed against her shoulder and she shivered. He traded his mother’s name plate and sat between the two. Red wine was poured for both of them as Akia looked around the room. She saw there was a staircase leading up to other rooms.
Ideas ran through her mind as to how to get Marco to go up those stairs with her and explore. While she was thinking she noticed that Liza sat down beside Marco and beside a very single man attending the dinner. They began to talk and she noticed the subtle hints that Liza gave that she was interested in him. Touching his hand and arm. Laughing and tracing her hands across her exposed neck.
As dinner was served, the voices buzzed in Akia’s head. She kept up with the conversations and wanted the dinner to be over so that they could leave the tables. In the middle of the 2nd and 3rd course, she placed her hand on Marco’s knee. His hand covered hers and squeezed. She knew she would dance with him first once the dancing began.
Desert was finally served. Akia ate the chocolate mousse that was presented before her. She loved chocolate mousse, she licked the spoon and began to tease Marco with her actions. Her hand went higher on his thigh. She wanted to make no bones about what she wanted. She felt his hardness and gasped. He was not that hard and she could tell he had quite a bit to work with. She leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder.
Marco sighed, he knew what he wanted to do. He knew she wanted it too. They stood as the dishes were cleared and went to the ball room. He took her in his arms and held her close as they began to dance slowly. The wine was going to her head as she let him hold her. Her hands were around his neck as she placed her head on his chest. She did not want him to know how excited she was when he saw her in the bedroom. Had they not had to go to dinner, she
might have taken him right there.
The song ended and they walked around mingling with the guest. As she led him by the hand to follow her, she slipped out on the balcony. Marco followed her without question. They were by themselves. Akia reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He caught the back of her head and leaned down placing his mouth on hers fully. He felt her gasp as he kissed her deeply. Slowly he lifted the skirt of her dress and found that she was wearing a thong.
Pulling on the thong, he moved it back and forth to rub against her clit. She kissed him back. This was more than what she expected. She knew that she had wanted to have Marco for a long time. He pushed her against the edge of the balcony and held her there as his hands went to her bottom and he caressed it fully. Pushing her down by her shoulders, he felt her hands undo his pants as her mouth searched for his member. Her mouth went around the head as she began to move her mouth up and down. Her tongue swirled around the shaft and her hands tickled his balls as he began to move his hips in and out of her mouth. She gasped at the size and was excited about the thought of having that inside her.
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