Boned: A Stepbrother Romance (Mandarin Connection Book 4)

by Stephanie Brother

  He had a pair of Ray Bans cocked over his head, backwards, as was the style at the time.

  The adorable schoolgirls giggled and pointed at him as they sped by, and he just smiled at them.

  One or two averted their longing gazes as they passed, blushing furiously.

  I noticed this and decided this was the perfect time to show Mr. Big Dick just what a real woman was all about.

  I put down the silly cat toy I had, and walked by Bone, doing my best impression of someone being aloof.

  He didn’t even blink when I waltzed past.

  That ass!

  He totally ignored me.

  I walked around and made another pass, with the same result.

  Nothing.

  What nerve!

  I made one last, pathetic attempt to catch his attention.

  I grabbed a huge lollipop from a display, and slowly licked it as I walked by.

  Then, I dropped my sunglasses right in front of him.

  I think he maybe said something like “Watch it!” or something equally lame, and began to wander after the crowd of Japanese girls.

  So, I decided to show him!

  Nobody put Rachel in a corner!

  Or something…

  I went off to the ladies’ lingerie department, and asked, in my terrible Japanese, to see some sexy things.

  Now, in Japan, that’s a bit risky.

  You might end up with some kind of tentacle-rape night gowns, or a Chibi outfit.

  Maybe even Yaoi, since my Japanese was hideous.

  I kept mispronouncing the words, or didn’t stand correctly.

  As it turned out, my Japanese was good enough, and the sales clerks’ English bad enough to get me situated in this hideous baby-doll teddy.

  I luckily had managed to escape the horror of looking like something out of “The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife”.

  I went into the fitting room to try it on.

  I put down the lollipop on the bench, and then I stripped off my sun dress, and removed my bra and panties.

  I put all of it in a small pile, next to my clutch.

  I was wearing some Jimmy Choo’s, so I left them on.

  Then, I slipped into the teddy.

  When I saw my reflection, I was stunned!

  It just wasn’t possible for me to look that slutty, was it?

  It wasn’t that the cut was all that bad, or the silky material too uncomfortable.

  It was just hideous because it was a garment designed to only be worn for the thirty seconds it would take a man to see it, walk over to the girl wearing it, and eat it as a prelude to the most animalistic fuckfest ever.

  It was an accessory designed to turn a man into a slavering lunatic whose only goal would be to pound the poor woman who chose to wear it into a quivering mass of orgasmic jelly.

  It was the poster-child for all those misogynistic people who say “The way she was dressed, she was asking for it!”

  Oh, yes.

  I agreed, I told myself in the mirror.

  If you were caught dead in this in the evening, you’d probably be dead in the morning from being fucked so hard for so long.

  And, you’d definitely have deserved every manic and wanton second of it.

  —————

  It was perfect.

  —————

  I lightly traced my fingers around the waistband, and preened and cooed at my image, which did the same.

  I giggled.

  I snuck a fingertip between the slight material and caressed my inner thigh.

  Should I rub one out?

  Right here? In the store’s fitting room?

  I looked around. There wasn’t anyone else near.

  I sat back on the bench, and spread my legs apart. I rubbed the light fabric over my vulva, pressing it lightly and feeling the sensations.

  I got that warm feeling that happened when my pussy would begin to lube itself up.

  The scent of my musk hit my nose.

  My fingers worked their way into my wet pussy, and I reached up and licked one finger, then slipped it into my right bra cup.

  I rubbed the nipple until it was hard, and firm, and pink.

  My breath came in little gasps as I worked myself into a frenzy.

  I was almost there!

  I thought of Bone, with his massive cock, and taught muscles, and carved features.

  His beautiful blue eyes. His golden hair.

  And then, Naughty Rachel had a mischievous thought.

  —————

  I called Bone on my cell.

  I was trying very hard to sound normal, but my breathing was ragged.

  I was close to coming.

  “Hello, ya, where are you, Rachel?” he asked.

  I could tell his attention was being diverted by some lovely Japanese schoolgirl outfit or another.

  Like I said, even I was affected by some of them.

  It made me naughty… and my mind drifted off-target for a second while it contemplated the idea of a Japanese schoolgirl muff on my face.

  I focused on the task at hand.

  So to speak.

  “Bone, I have a…” I paused, “…little problem. Ahh. I need… Umm. Can you come… come … I’m in the dressing room in lingerie? Near that huge elevator with the big Lego Transformer thing?”

  “You mean the ‘Patlabor’?” he said.

  What a nerd.

  “Whatever. Look, Bone, I need you! Ahhhh! Now! Hurry!” I cried into the phone in my best little-girl-in-distress voice.

  Then, I waited.

  In a few minutes, Bone’s beautiful face poked into my dressing room.

  His eyes nearly fell out of his head!

  “Uh, Sis? What the hell?” he said.

  I was sitting there, on the bench, with the lollipop.

  I licked it, gently letting my tongue slide slowly along its circumference.

  I nipped it with my teeth, and then used my other hand to cup my left breast.

  The brassiere of the set was a nice, lacy, tan thing that felt marvelous!

  It was made in China, from some silk synthetic that made my breasts heat up, in that good way.

  My hard nipples poked out at Bone, and he stood back, glancing from side-to-side to make sure no one else was watching.

  “Are you okay,” he stammered.

  He was looking uncomfortable.

  I liked that.

  “Oh, Bone!” I mocked. “I’m so much in need of your strong arms!”

  It was difficult to concentrate, since I was nearly over the edge, from my earlier efforts.

  My breathing was getting ragged again, so I shifted my ass.

  Bone got an eyeful of my pussy and ass, barely contained beneath the sheer tan fabric of the teddy.

  I giggled, and I could tell I was having the desired effect.

  I bit the candy again, and traced my finger around my nipple and then down my side, and along my leg.

  I moved it so that it was hovering over my lap, and pushed the tip of it under the panties.

  Then, I slowly lifted it up, so that Bone could see the light, wispy hairs I had beneath it.

  “These panties are SO heavy, Bone! How can I get them off?” I begged.

  Bone quickly moved over to me, and shut the door and curtains.

  “Rachel, you’re playing with fire!” he said.

  I could tell he was getting hot.

  I certainly was.

  Placing the lollipop over my crotch, I rubbed it along my slit.

  I spent a few moments rubbing it on my clit, and Bone looked even more uncomfortable.

  “I really should go,” he said, and began to open the door.

  I grabbed him around the waste, dropping the candy to the floor, as I pretend-begged him.

  “Bone, just give me what I want! Please, Bone? Pretty please?” I pleaded as I looked at him with little-girl eyes.

  I caught a look of my reflection, the pouty lips, the bangs hanging over my eye - and
the diamond-tipped breasts that jutted fetchingly out at his crotch.

  I reached over and gave his fly a little nip, then a lick.

  Bone groaned at the gesture, and stepped away.

  “Rachel, this is wrong!” he said.

  “We can’t!” he moaned, as I put my hand against his crotch.

  The heat from within the massively bulging slacks begged to differ, I thought.

  I slowly rubbed him, with my one hand, and lightly let my other one wander around a bit.

  I lifted the edge of the lacy thong, and my pussy peeked out at him.

  “Oh, Rache! We can’t do this!” he said.

  “Why not?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.

  That was not easy, at this point.

  I know I only meant to tease him, as a joke.

  Something to laugh about in the coming years.

  “You remember that time you almost gave me a blow job in that store in Japan?” we’d laugh.

  “Boy! Did you really fool me! Ha-ha!” he’d say to me.

  Probably at his wedding reception.

  That bastard…

  But, just this second, this moment in time, my pussy was sopping wet.

  I snuck the finger into my hole for a test.

  Yep.

  Soaked through!

  I gasped a bit, as Bone moved closer, involuntarily.

  I could see his cock bulging underneath his slacks, struggling to be free.

  So, I felt I should give it some fresh air.

  I slowly unzipped him, and the wonderfully masculine scent of his manhood hit me square in the face.

  Uh-oh!

  That was a BIG mistake!

  The pheromones or whatever you call them went straight into the reptile part of my reproductive system, and blew a fuse.

  My brain short-circuited, and the next thing I knew, I had yanked all of his massive cock out of his fly and was cramming his huge, tasty meat into my hungry mouth.

  I had abandoned all pretense of trying to just be a tease.

  His dick tasted so good, smelled so enticing, and felt so hard and marvelous that I just had to eat all of it.

  Which, as it turned out, was pretty much impossible.

  No matter how hard I tried, and at whatever angles I moved my face and head, I couldn’t swallow all of it!

  It was just too huge!

  I undid his belt, and yanked his pants down past his knees.

  My pussy was humming, I heard ringing in my ears as the blood shot into my brain and flooded my hot twat.

  I was dripping juice, and it ran down my inner thighs.

  The scent of my musk, mixed in the closed room with his raw male smell, drove me crazy.

  I wanted to suck his cock dry, to swallow every last issue from his swaying balls.

  I cupped them, and gently squeezed each one in turn, then put one and then the other into my mouth, spreading my slick saliva all over his scrotal sac.

  I pushed my nose into his pubic hairs, licking his balls, and running my tongue up and down his now growing cock.

  I crammed my face over the tip of this monster.

  I opened as wide as I could stand, and forced my lips over the slippery head, the oozing pre-cum sweet and moist.

  I licked and cajoled it into my mouth, which stretched further and further until it popped past my straining lips and fully entered me.

  Bone had stopped trying to push me away a few minutes earlier, and succumbed to my expert sucking.

  Well, I imagined it was expert.

  I had not ever done this before, and my awkwardness must have finally broken his trance.

  I felt him take hold of my head, gently, stroking my hair, and moving it away from my ravening lips.

  I licked and sucked my saliva off his cockhead, lapping it like a kitten as I tried in vain to insert its massive length into my narrow throat.

  He grabbed my hair, pulling my face back so that I could look directly into his eyes.

  He gently kissed my cheeks, under each eye.

  “Oh, Rachel! Rachel! My lovely, lovely Rachel!” he crooned.

  My brain was spinning.

  What the hell was he saying?

  I opened my mouth, and his tongue suddenly was filling it, moving expertly around my own tongue.

  I came.

  The shuddering feeling started deep in my belly, then rose out of my center.

  It pushed through my body, exploding my senses.

  I felt light-headed as Bone ravished my mouth, his cock in my hands.

  My tits were on fire, my pussy burned with the need to have him in me.

  Bone let me groan and scream into his mouth until I was spent, then disengaged from me.

  He carefully took my head in both hands, gave me another gentle kiss, this time on my forehead.

  Then, his massive tool filled my field of vision as he began to fuck my face in earnest.

  Grabbing my head, he pushed the tip of his cock against my open mouth.

  He rubbed the spittle and pre-cum on my lips and around my mouth, slicking me up.

  “Please! God, Bone! Please! Give it to me! All of it! Please!” I begged him.

  I wanted it deep in my throat, to feel it pulsing it’s white, creamy filling into my body, to drown in his cum.

  I was insane with lust, my desire to swallow him whole the only thought in my being, my only reason for living.

  He introduced the tip, and my lips slowly peeled back and surrounded the hot shaft of meat.

  I could feel it stretching my face muscles, almost to the point of pain.

  I winced, then took a gasping breath as the pain threshold was surpassed, and his cock slid almost to my vocal chords in one swift move.

  I gagged, and he withdrew, looking concerned.

  “No!” I screamed in frustration.

  “Please, don’t stop! I don’t care! Give it all to me! Now! Now!” I yelled, and then put his hands on the back of my head, forcing my face over his manhood, and sucking on the tip, the pre-cum flowing like water now.

  My pussy dripped, the lacy thong completely soaked through. I was kneeling in a puddle of my own making.

  Bone grabbed my head and shoved into me.

  His cock slid down my throat, almost to my stomach, and he withdrew and shoved in again.

  He pistoned into my face, again and again, my saliva slicking his shaft, making each thrust go deeper.

  I could see I was getting closer and closer to his belly with each cycle.

  Bone lost his composure when I reached around and squeezed his balls, pulling him onto my head, forcing him to skull-fuck me.

  I was lost in the rapture as he pounded me so hard I was seeing stars.

  Bone’s cock completely filled my mouth, and it was lodged tight.

  He pushed into my face, and I felt it go in another fraction as I gagged, and then he exploded, flooding me with his salty semen.

  A bit of it shot from my left nostril, and I swallowed as much and as fast as I could. It was futile.

  There was no way I would be able to contain the voluminous issue.

  He saw it, too, and he pulled back, fisting himself rapidly and coating my face completely as his cock jetted out his sticky, salty white tendrils of man love.

  I licked along his length, the shaft salty and sweaty, hot beneath my tongue.

  Bone groaned as he came, and suddenly, there was a clerk outside, banging on the door.

  In Japanese, she asked if everything was all right, then in English, she barked at us.

  “You go now! This store isn’t for that! You buy and go!” she said.

  She was apparently angry, but not enough to open the door.

  That’s when I saw the surveillance camera in the corner.

  “Oh, SHIT!” I yelled.

  Bone jumped back, wiping his still-hard and slick cock on my clothes, as we rushed to get dressed and then get out of there.

  “Charge it to the Stephan Jaeger account!” he yelled to the clerk, as we ran li
ke crazy to get out of there, laughing and hugging and just happy to be alive and together.

  We finally made it back to Om’s apartment, where he’d let us stay for the week.

  We fell against each other again, and I looked at Bone.

  That’s when it hit me.

  What we’d done was wrong, and I couldn’t let it happen again.

  It was wrong because we were steps, but it was more wrong because I had only meant to tease Bone.

  I had gone in there to play a silly game with my stepbrother.

  Just a little prank.

  Some fun, for a laugh a decade or two down the road, when we were both drunk and nostalgic some fine summer evening in the Hamptons.

  I didn’t mean to fall in love with the bastard.

  —————

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Drowning My Sorrows

  The day I’d almost drowned was the next time I’d kissed Bone.

  OK, it wasn’t a real kiss, at least not while he was saving my stupid ass.

  I mean, yeah, it was lip-to-lip, but he was too busy blowing in the air and pumping my chest, and I was too busy trying to not die to really pay attention to how it felt.

  “Rachel! You okay, Baby Doll?” he had asked.

  I was fine, at least if you don’t count the almost-drowned part.

  A small, nagging pain ran along the back of my right leg, on the calf. It stung, and burned. I reached down to rub it, and my fingers hurt.

  “Ouch!” I yelled.

  Bone looked down.

  “Don’t touch that! It’s a man-o-war!” he said.

  The translucent blue bubble and purplish tendrils from the damned thing were wrapped around me, and now I was sensing the stinging for real.

  Bone pushed me down.

  “Don’t move! Hang on just a second, Rachel!” he said, sternly.

  I didn’t dare move, but the pain was making my eyes tear, and I whimpered.

  Delicately, he used a pair of seashells to grab the jellyfish and then threw it back into the ocean.

  “Okay, that’s that, but we’ll need to administer first aid once we’re back aboard the ‘Dahlia’,” he said.

  The ‘Dahlia’ was Om’s yacht. Duh.

  My head hurt, and my leg hurt, and my fingers hurt.

  I could still taste some of Bone on my lips, so I held onto that to help me deal with the intense pain that was now making my leg feel like it was on fire.

  My chest hurt, from where Bone had been crushing my tits to help get the air in my lungs.