Romance: Yes, Stepbrother!

by Annie Valentine

  Then the male actor stood up and sported a raging hard-on. The female actress began to suck his cock and pull on his balls. Clint found himself nodding in approval at the blowjob and re-upped his self stimulation.

  The actress then instructs her son to grab the post of the gazebo by the pool. She uses the tie of her robe to bind his hands to the post. Once bound, she begins to jerk him off and finger his ass. Clint closed and eyes and pictured Stephania on her knees sucking his cock. He pictured her big breasts bouncing as she worked him into a frenzy.

  He heard the click of his door opening and froze. His eyes shot open. Stephania was standing in his doorway, still wearing the black chemise but now covered in an open kimono. “So, find anything interesting to watch?” She glanced at his television, now running images of the female actress fingering the male actor’s ass.

  Clint removed his hands from under the covers and pulled a pillow over his lap. “Um” he stuttered and looked at his stepmother.

  Stephania walked over to his bed and sat down. Clint sat motionless. The video continued to run. “I see how you look at me,” she smiled coyly. “I know you have had thoughts about me. You and Dante both.” She began to run her fingers up and down Clint’s legs over the covers.

  Clint continued to sit motionless in silence.

  “Don’t worry. I want you too. Your father is good, but you are a young buck and I want to see what you can do.” Her fingers reached the top of Clint’s thigh. “It will be just between us. No worries. I love Samuel, but he and I have an agreement. He can have the women he wants when he travels as long as I can have the men I want when he travels.”

  Clint’s eyes grew wide, “What?”

  “Don’t play stupid with me. You know these modern relationships. Monogamy is for your grandparent’s generation. Nobody does that anymore. Your dad and I just are open about it. He is going to sleep around when he travels and I want the same freedom. No need to jeopardize our marriage for a few indiscretions.” She concentrated on stroking the tops of Clint’s thighs.

  “Yeah… but, you’re my stepmom.” Clint stammered.

  “Technically, yes. But we both know I am closer to your age than your dad’s. I married him when you were legally an adult, so I don’t really think of you as a son so much as a close family friend.” Her fingers stroked his neck and worked their way into his hair. “You have to admit, you don’t think of me as a mother.”

  Clint nodded. This was true. He could never bring himself to think of her as a mother figure. Even without the attraction, just the fact that she was only ten years older and had never been there for formative years ruled her out as a mother figure.

  “You want this, don’t you?” Stephania pushed aside the pillow covering Clint’s lap. The hard-on tenting out his covers answered for him. She rubbed the top of his cock through the blanket.

  “You want me to show you what I really like?” she asked.

  Clint nodded and lay back on his pillows. He was really hoping for a blow job.

  “Then be a good boy and stand up.” Stephania stood up next to his bed and indicated where he was to stand.

  Clint lifted the covers and stood before her. “Good boy,” she smiled and stroked his chest. “I can work with this.” She ran her hand over his chest, down his abdomen and then around to his ass. “Close your eyes.”

  Clint closed his eyes. When he felt a blindfold being pulled over them his eyes shot open. “Wait,” he said.

  “You want to stop?” Stephania asked.

  “No. But what…” his voice trailed off.

  “You said you wanted to see what I liked to do.” She said as she tightened the tie on the blindfold. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Clint did as told, not knowing what else to do or what was coming. Stephania removed the tie from her robe and bound his hands together. “There, that will do,” she said as she gently slapped his ass. “Now tell me, what does a handsome young man like you fantasize about?”

  Clint stuttered, “I don’t know. Everything.”

  “Everything. Really?” Stephania circled him, trailing her fingers across his body. “Do you fantasize about me tying you up?”

  “No. No.” Clint blurted out.

  “Do you fantasize about me blindfolding you?”

  “No,” this one came out less forced and fearful.

  “Do you fantasize about me touching you?” Her fingers ran down his treasure trail and dangerously close to his hard cock.

  “Yes,” he said softly.

  “And do you fantasize about your cock in my mouth?” her finger gently rubbed the head of his cock.

  “Yes,” Clint smiled.

  “And do you fantasize about fucking me?” Stephania grasped his hard cock and began to stroke it gently.

  “Yes,” Clint half-moaned this.

  “Are you willing to do what I ask if I let you fuck me?” she tightened her grasp and continued to stroke.

  “Oh yeah!” Clint grew rock hard in her hand.

  “Very good boy.” Stephania dropped to her knees and took the head of Clint’s cock in her mouth. He moaned loudly.

  She grasped his balls in her hand and took his entire cock into her mouth. She worked his cock back and forth and she gently squeezed his balls.

  “Oh god,” Clint moaned. He wanted to reach around to place his hand on her head and keep her on his cock. With his hands bound he felt a bit at wits end of what to do. “Please don’t stop!”

  Stephania stopped. “You don’t want me to stop?” she teased.

  “No, please don’t stop.” Clint thrust his hips forward to make his cock more available.

  “So demanding,” Stephania stood up. “Such a demanding boy. I may have to break you of that.”

  Clint stood there. He did not know what this meant but he did know he wanted her to keep sucking on him.

  Stephania stood behind him and placed her hands on his upper arms. She kicked his legs into a wide stance. He felt her unbind his hands. “I don’t like demanding boys. I like to go at my pace. I think I need to teach you a lesson. Bend over and place your chest on the bed.”

  Clint could not see the edge of the bed. He bent forward slowly until his chest was on the mattress.

  He felt Stephania step to one side of him. Then a sharp slap hit is ass. “What the hell!” he exclaimed.

  “I told you I was going to teach you a lesson.” Her palm met his ass again.

  The slaps surprised him and they were a little stingy but there was no real pain. He felt his cock twitch with excitement. Her hand continued to slap his ass. He felt it grow warm. His cock continued to throb with desire.

  Stephania ran her soft palm over his warm cheeks. “You think you have learned to be less demanding?”

  “Oh yes,” Clint replied.

  “Then stand up,” Stephania instructed. Clint stood. Stephania removed the blindfold and released his hands. She smiled at him. “You are a good young man,” and she kissed him for the first time.

  Clint wrapped his arms around his stepmother and pulled her close. His tongue prodded at her mouth. She pulled back. “I thought you said you had learned your lesson. I am the one in control here.”

  “Sorry,” Clint said but kept his hands on her waist.

  “I think we may need to fix this. Lie on your bed.” Stephania pointed at the mattress.

  Clint lay down. “Give me your hands,” Stephania demanded.

  Clint extended his arms. Stephania wound the belt of her kimono around his wrists and attached the other end to the headboard through its wood slats. She secured it and checked the knots.

  “Now you won’t be such a demanding young man.” She knelt on the bed between his legs. Clint watched as his new stepmom bent over and swallowed his hard cock. Her tongue ran up and down the shaft against the motions of her mouth. When she started to flick the head of his thick cock with her tongue and stroke the shaft, Clint moaned and bucked his hips. Stephania kept stroking him while she looked up, “You
don’t get to come until I do.”

  She straddled Clint and began to ride his cock. Her fingers deftly found his nipples and she pinched them gently while rhythmically grinding on his hips. Clint’s cock swelled in her.

  Stephania let go of his nipples and her fingers found her clit. She rubbed it until she came on top of him. As she moaned and forced him deep into her wet pussy Clint came hard.

  Stephania sat on top of him, his spent member still filling her, and laughed. “Bet your girlfriends in high school can’t do that.” She patted his chest and dismounted.

  “I can’t say they do.” Clint smiled. He pulled against the tie binding him to the bed trying to indicate that he needed to be released.

  “I might just leave you tied there tonight,” Stephania laughed and wrapped her kimono around her ample hips. “You never know, I might want a second round.”

  Clint’s eyes went wide. He started to panic at the idea of being tied to his bed all night. “I need to use the bathroom,” he looked for a valid excuse to be untied.

  Stephania sighed. “Fine. You were a good young man. I guess I can let you up. For now.” She untied Clint. “Good show.” She slapped his ass and left.

  Chapter Three

  The next morning Clint woke late. He walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Stephania was sitting at the kitchen table tumbling through a stack of catalogues.

  “Morning sleepy head,” she said as he poured himself a cup from the French press.

  “Morning,” Clint avoided looking at her.

  “How are you this morning?” Stephania asked.

  “Fine,” Clint searched the fridge for cream.

  “How is your ass?” she smiled. Clint looked up from the fridge. His stepmom is sitting there watching him.

  “Fine,” he replied and went back to fixing his coffee.

  “You ever do anything like that before?” Stephania knew the answer but was looking to start a conversation.

  “No.” Clint continued his one-word responses.

  “Did you like it?” Stephania waited until Clint made eye contact. She patted the seat next to her to indicate she wanted him to come and sit down.

  Clint walked over to the table and took a seat. “Yeah.”

  “Do you know what kink is?” Stephania asked.

  “Like pulling hair and stuff?” Clint replied. He felt very awkward, similar to the way he felt when his dad had given him the birds and the bees talk years ago.

  “That can be a small part of it. But there is a lot more.” Stephania closed her catalogue. “It can be things like spanking, using things like whips and paddles to spank people, tying them up, controlling them, sometimes inflicting pain.” She gave a brief summary of some of the kink she liked.

  “Oh,” Clint stared into his mug.

  “It’s a different type of sex. Some people really like it. It is one of the reasons your father and I clicked so well,” she delivered her reveal with the same casualness she told him the maid had restocked the fridge with sodas.

  “Ew,” Clint continued his eye avoidance.

  “Not ew. Sex is important in a relationship. Especially as you get older. It’s a way of communication and bonding that isn’t achieved in other ways.” Stephania continued her line of discussion despite Clint’s reluctance to engage.

  “Kink, stuff like spanking and tying up, require more trust between people than just regular sex.” Stephania touched Clint’s hand. He gave her a confused look.

  “Think about it. You have had other girls give you a blow job, right?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” Clint nodded.

  “Right. How well did you have to know them before you let them suck your dick?” Stephania asked.

  “Don’t know,” Clint continued his line of avoidance.

  “If some hot girl came up to you at school that you didn’t know and said, ‘Hey, let’s ditch and I will suck your dick?’ how long would you have to talk to her, how well would you have to get to know her before you let her suck you off?” Stephania asked.

  “That would never happen,” Clint couldn’t imagine the scenario that his stepmom was presenting.

  “Really? So at a party or something, you have never met a girl that just wants to have sex without all the dating and getting to know you stuff?” Stephania didn’t believe her new stepson had never been casually propositioned by a girl.

  “Sure, that happens.” Clint was thinking back to the last house party when a girl visiting from San Diego hit him up to fuck. He had honored her request in the guest bathroom.

  “Did you feel safe and that you could just fuck someone without knowing their family and stuff?” she asked.

  “Sure,” Clint cracked a half-smile of the memory of bending over the chick from San Diego and plowing her in the bathroom while people pounded on the door.

  “Ok then. But if you were hit up by a hot girl at a party and she asked to tie you up and spank you, would you say ‘Yes’ right away?” Stephania was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs in the conversation she hoped Clint would be able to follow.

  “No. That would be weird,” he took a sip of coffee.

  “Would it be weird because spanking and tying up is weird or would it be weird because it was someone you don’t know well?” she asked.

  “Both, I guess.” Clint couldn’t picture any of the girls he knew wanting to spank him. The idea of Halle trying to wield her little palm to hit is ass made him chuckle to himself.

  “Ok. So kinky sex requires a bit more trust between partners. You don’t necessarily have to know their entire life story before you have sex, but you have to have some level of trust. You trusted me to tie you up last night because you know me. That is kind of the basis of kinky sex.” Stephania felt she had provided an adequate intro discussion to kink for Clint.

  “Ok.” Clint continued to drink his coffee.

  “So, would you want to repeat last night?” Stephania asked.

  “Yeah,” Clint said softly.

  “Me too.” Stephania confirmed this by squeezing Clint’s knee under the table.

  “Can I ask you something?” she looked at Clint.

  “Sure,” he thought it was a stupid question since she had been asking him stuff since he woke up.

  “Do you think your friend Dante might like what we did last night?” Stephania looked directly at her stepson.

  “God! I don’t know. We don’t talk about stuff like this,” Clint wrinkled up his nose.

  “You think he would be into me?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” Clint half-laughed at the obviousness of this answer.

  “Nice,” Stephania stood up and went to refill her coffee.

  “So, have you ever had a threesome?” she asked casually.

  “What do you mean? Like three people having sex together?” Clint was a bit horrified to be asked this.

  “Yeah, like that.” Stephania returned to the table.

  “No,” Clint was embarrassed by having to admit this.

  “Do you want to?” she asked.

  Clint got an immediate image of Stephania bringing over one of her hot girlfriends and they would all have sex by the pool. “That would be cool.”

  Stephania smiled. “Good. So, what you up to the rest of the day?”

  “Um, a threeway?” Clint laughed.

  “You never know. I am going to jump in the pool.” Stephania got up and walked out the back door.

  * * * * *

  Clint went back to his room. He didn’t know quite what to do with himself after last night and this morning’s conversation with Stephania. He flopped down on his bed and picked up his phone. The text message light was flashing. Shit! I forgot to check in with Halle! He was horrified that he forgot he left her passed out on the beach.

  There were twelve unread messages from her:

  “Hey! You left me last night!”

  “What the hell!”

  “In case you were wondering, Jackie took me home.”

  “Left you
r puke blanket on the beach.”

  “????”

  “Why are you not answering?”

  “WTF! Thought this was some sort of date or something.”

  “You with another girl?”

  “Are you with Donna right now?”

  “Really? No answer?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Don’t call me.”

  “Shit.” Clint tried to figure out a response.

  “Just woke up. YOU asked to stay. YOU were the one who puked! You told me you were not leaving. I ASKED Jackie to take you home. NO I DID NOT FUCK DONNA.”

  Clint sat and fumed. Halle was turning out to be a drama queen. He hated girls that ramped up the drama. He also hated being accused of cheating by a chick who got too drunk and stoned to remember the night before and just assumed he was being a dick. Fuck her, he thought and tossed his phone onto the bed.

  Clint clicked on his television and started scrolling through the options. His message indicator chirped:

  “Sorry”

  “You are fucking right you are sorry!” he thought. He wanted to send a nasty reply but tempered himself:

  “You ok?”

  There was a long pause. He returned to searching for something to watch. He was still angry at Halle’s accusation. However, his instincts took over. It was Saturday and he was alone. He grabbed his dick and started to stroke it into an erection. His thoughts drifted back to last night.

  The phone chirped:

  “Yeah. Hung over. Tired. Sand is in EVERYTHING.”

  Serves you right, Clint thought.

  Halle’s text came through:

  “Going to sleep today. Can I make it up to you?????”

  Clint decided to make her wait for his response. He put the phone down and turned on “Bad MILFs.” He began to stroke himself again. Halle needs a fucking spanking, he thought to himself.

  There was a knock on his door and it clicked open.

  “Dude, it’s almost one. We were supposed to hit the beach today.” Dante pushed his way into Clint’s room. “You get some last night with Halle and sleeping it off or what?”

  Dante came into the room. Clint quickly pulled his hands from under the covers.

  “Dude!!” Dante pretended to shield his eyes in disgust when he noticed Clint’s erection propping up the sheet. He looked at the television and got an eyeful of a MILF taking it in the ass. “Um, I guess I should come back later.” Dante went to leave.