Romance: Yes, Stepbrother!

by Annie Valentine

  “Has it worked so far?” she asked, glancing up from her work. He was staring at her again. And, truth be told, she kind of liked it. She dipped her finger into the bowl and kept her eyes leveled on his as she slowly wrapped her tongue around her finger and removed the cookie dough from it. His eyes widened noticeably. She licked her full lips slowly.

  Clearing his throat, he replied, “no. He’s tried this with two other girls at the cabaret and has struck out with all of them. The last one, he got us kicked out by the bouncer for bothering her. I just don’t get it. He keeps going after these girls that are inaccessible to start with and then so full of themselves on top of it that it’s hard to imagine they’d be willing to even think about his pleasure, if he were able to get them into bed,” he shifted as he spoke.

  The corners of her mouth turned up wickedly. This was getting to be rather fun. She ran her fingertips up and down the shaft of the scoop and watched his eyes follow. Up. Down.

  “Well, curvy girls do tend to be more giving. Or, sometimes, they’re just much better at taking what they want,” she replied, turning to shove the baking trays into the oven. “I’m tempted to tell you to bring Jonathan over. I bet I could teach him a thing or two.” Oh, what a good idea, she thought. Surprising that she’d never considered it before now. Not quite as good-looking as Gage, Jonathan was quite attractive in his own way.

  “You have a thing for Jon-o?” He looked incredulous. He’d never admit it out loud, but the green-eyed monster of jealousy was rearing its ugly head again. “I wouldn’t have ever in a million years pictured the two of you together.”

  She smiled sagely, “it’s not what you think. I mean, he is a handsome young man. But I know a few of those.” She gazed pointedly at his eager, boyish face. “It’s more that maybe he needs to learn a few things,” she shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “You know, he could stand to be taught to appreciate the finer things in life.” She waved the scoop in his direction to emphasize her point.

  “Oh, and you think you could be his teacher, do you?” The teasing tone had returned to his voice, leaving the hard edge that had come with jealousy.

  “I’m certain there’s a few things I could teach a young buck who’s willing to learn,” the statement had popped out of her mouth before she could stop it. Taking a deep breath, she forged ahead, “I mean, I could probably teach you a thing or two, also.” In for a penny, in for a pound. If she was going to make offers to sleep with his best friend, she might as well bring Gage alone for the ride too. Oooh, riding him would be fun, she thought. She shifted from one foot to the other, enjoying the pressure her thighs put on her throbbing clit.

  “You think so?” he slipped back into their old comfortable routine as he questioned her. He returned to his work on the spoon, enjoying the sticky sweetness of the cookie dough.

  Relieved he wasn’t freaking out and running, she quickly added, “I’ve got moves you’ve never seen before.” She sashayed to the oven and removed the first batch of cookies with a potholder. Setting it down on the counter, she took up a black spatula and waited for the cookies to set before beginning to remove them from the tray. He stood and stretched across the long island, reaching for a cookie.

  Lightly smacking his hand with the spatula, she exclaimed, “not yet! They’re still hot! You’ll burn yourself!”

  He sat abruptly down and made a show of rubbing the back of his hand. “Ouch! You hit me!” he mock whined.

  “There’ll be more where that came from if you don’t listen to directions, too.” She brandished the spatula in his direction and tried to look menacing. Oh yes, this was just too much fun.

  “I’m so terrified!” he teased. Deciding the risk was worth it, he snaked a long arm back toward the tray of cooling cookies.

  WHACK!

  “Heather, what the hell, man?” he yelped, clutching his hand, in genuine pain now.

  Their eyes met and she couldn’t hide the lascivious grin spreading across her face. It looked like his lesson was going to start now. Scooping a cookie onto the offending implement, she gave him a hard look.

  “I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen, didn’t I?” Her tongue ran over her full pink lips, making him frustratingly aware of how much he wanted her mouth. He hesitated, momentarily distracted. She arched her brows, waiting for his answer. His cock shifted in his shorts, rock hard once again.

  Mildly defeated, he conceded, “yes, ma’am, you did.”

  “Good boy,” she offered him the cookie. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? And you got a reward for doing as I told you. It’s worth it, trust me.”

  Chapter Four

  Heather pressed the button on the keypad in the bathroom and heard the multiple shower heads begin to shoot water into the natural stone shower enclosure. Waiting for the beep that would let her know the water’s temperature had reached a comfortable warmth, she turned to stare at herself in the mirror.

  She assessed herself in the same manner one might judge a horse before purchasing it. Healthy hair, cut fashionably, though it could use a trim. No crow’s feet yet, thanks to the expensive eye creams.

  She stepped back and slipped the sun dress over her head. Large breasts sagging only a little—an unavoidable trouble due to their size. She rolled a small pink nipple between her fingers and watched as it hardened. At least they still responded the way they had in her twenties. Body tanned thanks to her new habit of swimming each morning, though the exercise hadn’t really helped her lose any weight yet.

  Flexing her thick thighs, she tried to imagine what Gage saw when he looked at her. He said that she was gaining muscle, even if the scale didn’t show a change in numbers. She wondered if he was right. Either way, he hadn’t seemed to want to take his eyes off her.

  Gage. What in the world was she going to do? She wanted him so badly. And after today’s little tête-à-tête in the kitchen, she was certain he wanted her, too. Blushing, she remembered the conversation. How in the world had she gotten up the courage to offer to teach him the finer points of being with an older woman? He was her step-son, even if their relationship had never really felt like it.

  She slid her hands over around her waist and down the curve of her hips. Her hand moved over her pussy and the heel of her hand bore down on her pubic bone. She moaned.

  With a sigh, she flounced over to the shower and disappeared inside, not caring that the water was still a bit cold. Maybe it would do her some good.

  Chapter Five

  Gage collapsed onto the black leather couch with a groan.

  What the fuck had just happened? Had he and Heather really just talked about sex so openly? Okay, well, to be fair they had never been shy when it came to talking about sex. That’s one of the things he appreciated about her. Her honesty had helped him through the hard years of his adolescence that’s for sure. But they’d never come remotely close the subject of having sex with each other.

  He felt his shorts tighten. Shifting to a more comfortable position, he threw his arm over his eyes, trying to think. Of course, thinking was what had gotten him into this trouble in the first place.

  Damn it, his cock just would not leave him alone today. Thoughts of Heather had been making him hard for years now. But this changed the game. This time, she had offered him something he had longed for, but was afraid to admit. He wanted her. Badly.

  His hand slipped into his shorts and pulled out his long, throbbing member. He moaned softly, grasping his balls.

  Should he take her up on her offer? God knew he could use a decent lay. The last couple of girls he’d boned were far from experts. One of them didn’t even know how to give good head. The other had wanted to only do it in the missionary position. She’d actually been offended when he tried to position her so that he could take her from behind. She said she wasn’t a dog and almost started to cry. Girls his age sucked.

  Heather… she just seemed like so much more. And when she had smacked his hand with that spatula, he thought he was g
oing to cum in his shorts right there in the kitchen. What the hell? He’d never done any sort of spanking, other than the occasional tap on the ass he’d given a girl when taking her from behind. When they let him, that is. This was just too much.

  Stroking his cock in earnest now, Gage gave in to thoughts of Heather.

  Chapter Six

  “Hey, Heather,” he hesitated at the threshold of the den. “So I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. And I think I want to take you up on your offer.” He glanced around the familiar room, trying to distract himself.

  She smiled as his cheeks immediately turned pink. Setting down her erotic novel and getting up from the down-stuffed sofa, she replied, “That didn’t take long.”

  Her eyes had become the color of sapphires and glimmered in the evening light. He thought she’d never looked so beautiful in the black silk sheath dress that was tailored perfectly to accentuate her body. Mesmerized, he followed her without question into the formal dining room and watched wordlessly as she pulled a chair out from the hand-carved mahogany table.

  “Sit,” she almost whispered. The air in the room felt electric, as if any moment lightning might strike them both.

  He followed her instructions, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face. She passed behind him and began to massage his shoulders. He groaned. No girl had ever done even this simple thing for him before. In one moment, her hands were kneading hard into his muscles. The next, her fingertips were lightly tracing the sensitive area behind his ears. Her fingertips were magical.

  He reached for her hand and stilled it with a touch. Turning his head to the side, he kissed it. “You’re amazing. You know that, right?” he asked, looking up at her.

  “We’ve barely begun, sweetheart,” she grinned as she moved back in front of him.

  On impulse, he reached for her waist and pulled her quickly into his lap. He kissed her deeply, not caring that she undoubtedly could feel his excitement. She matched his kiss and deepened it further. His hands explored her body, taking in the swell of her hips, cupping and caressing her breasts. He thumbed her nipples and was rewarded when they sprang to life through the soft fabric. She squirmed on his lap, encouraging his already raging hard on.

  Abruptly, she broke the kiss and pulled away. He reached for her and she took his hand. Kissing his palm, she placed his hand gently on his leg. Softly, she whispered, “From here on out, you don’t make a move without my telling you to do it.” She waved a finger to emphasize. “You must resist all impulse. You do as I say, and you will have the best experience of your life. You break the rules and I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand?”

  Wordlessly, he nodded. He’d never given a woman full control before. But he trusted Heather with his life, so why not give this a try? His cock throbbed. No question now, we’re in it for the long haul.

  “Take off your shirt,” she instructed, her voice taking an authoritarian tone. He quickly followed her directions. “Good boy,” she purred. Removing the colorful summer scarf from around her neck, she moved behind him once again. “Now, hold your hands behind the chair. Good, that’s what I want. Since this is your first time, I’ll tie them loosely. I want you to be comfortable. Is the knot okay?” she asked, her hands working expertly.

  “Yes,” was the only word he could manage. Even the feel of her fingertips brushing his wrists as she bound him into the chair made his skin tingle. Every inch of him was taunt and humming.

  Coming back around to face him, she warned, “I tied you very loosely and it’s a slipknot, so if ever you feel uncomfortable or need to be freed, all you have to do is say the safe word and I can free you with a simple tug of the scarf. The safe word is ‘cookies’. Say ‘cookies’ for me so I’ll know you’ve got it,” her voice had changed from the soft purr to the harder disciplinarian tone again.

  He shifted in the chair, his erection trapped uncomfortably in his shorts. “Cookies,” he growled hoarsely. God, she was sexy when she bossed him around.

  “Good boy,” she purred, slipping to her knees. “These shorts look a bit uncomfortable. Maybe we should get rid of them, eh?” she asked, her hands already sliding up his thighs, then tugging at the elastic waistband. He lifted his hips to help her remove his shorts, his cheeks coloring as she saw his cock for the very first time.

  “Oh, Gage, your cock is magnificent!” she exclaimed, clapping with excitement. “We are going to have so much fun, you and I.” She quickly unzipped the silk dress and he watched as it slipped over her erect nipples and caressed her gorgeous hips and thighs, finally landing in a puddle at her feet. Oh, if only he could be that dress! He squirmed, testing out the strength of his restraint.

  “Oh no, no. Someone’s not being a good boy,” she purred, rapping him across the thighs lightly with the spatula she’d used earlier in the day for the cookies. He jumped.

  “How did you? When did you?” his questions trailed off.

  Quirking an eyebrow towards the dining table, she explained simply, “I had a feeling after our talk that you’d be back. So I prepared a bit.”

  Unsure what to say to that, he went back to admiring her beautiful body. Her raven-colored hair was trimmed short in the latest style, her shimmering blue eyes were kind with a hidden depth of steel that belied her warm and gracious smile. Feeling his eyes on her, she bit her lip. He groaned softly. God, he wanted her mouth so much. He didn’t even care where, just so long as it was somewhere on his body.

  She stood patiently, waiting until his emerald eyes met hers again. She held his gaze as she slowly knelt in front of him. Running her smooth hands over his young, muscular chest she pressed her soft tits against his knees. Parting his legs allowed her to move closer, her fingertips lightly teasing his nipples to life. He slouched in the chair, trying to press his throbbing cock against those enormous orbs.

  She sat back on her heels, her look reproachful. “Now Gage, you’re not allowed to make things happen. You have to learn to be patient. I’ll choose when things happen. Is that understood?” Her eyes glittered in the waning light of the evening sun. He watched her chest heave as her pulse quickened. Good, she wanted him too.

  “Please,” he gasped.

  WHACK. The spatula connecting to his left thigh broke his focus on her chest. Letting out a soft yelp, he looked at her face, searching.

  “I told you, be patient. Do as I said and you’ll be eternally grateful,” she licked her lips, a promise for what was to come. His startled look relaxed into an easy smile. This was new to him, but he was picking up on the game quickly. This pleased her.

  Resolving to behave, he breathed a quick, “yes, ma’am.”

  “That’s better,” she purred. Slipping the straps from her shoulders, she pressed the satin chemise below her breasts. He let out a breath volubly upon seeing her small pink nipples standing at attention. Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts against his thighs and stroked his throbbing cock. Keeping her eyes on his, her rosy lips parted and enveloped him.

  He groaned, but held still, using all the strength he could muster. She smiled, then swallowed his entire member in one motion. No girl had ever been able to take him entirely in her mouth; especially not in one fluid motion. Shit, she was even better than he expected.

  Despite his best efforts, his hips twitched. He wanted her so badly. He needed her.

  WHACK. She raised her eyebrows, his cock dangerously close to slipping from her perfect lips.

  “Sorry,” he murmured. “Please, don’t stop.” He was begging now, “please.” Shit, he’d never had to beg for a thing in his life. But he would move heaven and earth for her to do that just once more.

  She curled her tongue around his head, then took his entire length once again. As he slid down her throat, she fluttered her tongue along the large vein on its underside. Reaching his root, she paused. He was breathing heavily, trying to hold still. A girl had never worked such magic on him before. He didn’t even know what she was doing. He just knew that he’d do anythin
g to keep her from stopping.

  Working his cock with her tongue, she massaged his balls with her hand. His obvious enjoyment bolstered her courage. She slid his thick cock down her throat again, pausing as her lips reached its base. Peering at him through her eyelashes, she could see the hungry look on his face. Butterflying her tongue as she slid his cock out of her mouth, she heard him groan again. But this time he held still.

  “Good boy,” she whispered, his head resting on her bottom lip. Then, she licked his head, swirling his precum around, making his cock extra slippery. She lightly stroked his shaft as she released him from her soft mouth.

  “Oh, Heather, you’re amazing,” he gushed in spite of himself.

  “I know,” she gave him a devilish grin. “Do you want my tits?”

  “Yes, please,” he gasped.

  WHACK.

  “Say you want my tits.”

  “I want your tits. Please. I want your tits so bad.”

  “Good boy,” she purred. She took her breasts in her hands, placing his tumescent cock between them.

  He groaned and flexed his hips.

  WHACK.

  “Be. Still.”

  “Oh god, yes ma’am. I’m sorry. Please don’t stop.”

  “That’s my boy.” She kissed his head and licked it as more precum seeped from it.

  Slowly, she began to move her tits up and down against his cock. He had never been tit fucked by a girl with large breasts before. His balls ached with desire, but he knew that he must hold back until she gave him permission.

  She worked his cock expertly, teasing and caressing. Already, this was the best he’d ever had.

  Chapter Seven

  “What’s up, dude?” Gage asked as his best friend walked in the front door of the pool house.

  “Not much, man. You?” Jonathan dropped his keys to the table and collapsed onto the leather sofa adjacent to Gage’s.