In My Stepbrother's Hands

by Tara Lynn

  I chose my words carefully. “Not as well as I want to.”

  The silence spread through the air like smoke. Neither of us seemed to be speaking. “Is that right?”

  “You saved me,” I said. “I haven’t thanked you properly for that yet.

  He started to say a few words, but he just ended with a sigh. “You’re gorgeous, you know. That’s why I never talked to you. I was always afraid of what would slip out of my mouth, cause my body couldn’t quite register that you were family.”

  Just then, I realized it was the same feeling I’d held for him deep down all along.

  “Well we’re not," I said. “There’s no on here to hold us together, but each other.”

  I inched up the sofa. “I want hold you, Lucas, but not like family.

  His mouth roared open, but in silence. It seemed to want to say something beginning with “mixing,” but couldn't find the voice for it.

  “I’m gonna leave. We might never see each other again. We should have something to remember each other by, right?”

  He looked at me a good long bit, his breathing under that sexy leather vest becoming more and more tense, and I wasn't sure if he would lunge for my mouth or just explode into a million pieces. I chanced a glance at his ripped jeans and saw a clear bulge digging out of it.

  I reached for his hand and he shot out of his seat. "No," he said. "This ain't right."

  But he started pacing the busted room. The words weren't for me. I lounged on the couch and watched, almost smiling at the magical powers my body could possess.

  He would pace along the length of the couch, glance at me, then turn around in silent struggle, his hard face twisting one way then another. When I'd drank in enough of his lean angst, I stood and paced up to him. He didn't notice till my breath was hitting his chin. He startled like a deer spotting a hunter.

  "What you doing?" he said, a foot taller and ten sizes stronger, yet still with fear in his eyes.

  "I told you I wanted to thank you."

  “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “Ok, then what I’m really saying is I want you." I studied the fine lines of his pecs, the heart shaped indent at the bottom right before the muscles bulges out. "Don't you know nothing about girls?"

  "I know plenty about some.”

  “Every girl’s a different book. Why don’t you open me up and see what I got?"

  I traced a palm along his bare chest, and halfway down, he grabbed my arms and spread me open. I could feel my thick breasts thrust out at him and smiled a coy smile. His mouth hung open; his eyes locked on me in naked hunger.

  He pressed me back with my arms. "No. Don't make me tie you up."

  "Sounds fine to me." I looked from side to side and then peered up at his narrow blue eyes. "Where's the rope?"

  His eyes narrowed to slits and then his mouth smashed onto mine. We staggered back into the wall so hard, the wood creaked. He pinned my hands against the frayed wood and crushed his face harder into mine. His lips were soft and wet, and I could barely manage his hunger as he mashed mine up and down. His chest just barely touched my breasts, and even through my thick bra, my nipples registered whorls of pleasure at the feel of all that muscle enslaved by his breath.

  He didn't seem to want to go any further, or he was enjoying the lushness of my full lips, luxuriating in this new thing I had to offer. He curled an arm around the small of my back and tugged me deeper against him. Our bodies crushed, his hardness against all my plush fullness. His pecs were like flat stones against my tits and his cock barreled a stiff line against my thighs. I wanted him inside me so bad, but we had time. We had hours.

  I wrapped a hand around the back of his head, ruffling the buzzcut. I loved military guys and that was what the feel of his short brown bristle reminded me of. I held myself to him and pushed my tongue towards his. He searched it a bit with his own and then sucked it in hungrily. Our spit ran together, the first of our juices to converge, and the crackle and spit of it in my ears felt like meat cooking over a hot stove.

  I found his cock with my other hand and began stroking through the jeans. Lucas's mouth fell loose, his hunger becoming a gasp of rapture. I kissed across his hard wide jaw line, and whispered in his ear.

  "Take your shirt off, bro. Let's see what you’re packing.”

  The word sound dirty a moment, but then it was so fucking hot. He tore off his vest and flung it to the floor. His muscles cast shadows in the darkness, rippling among themselves. I palmed them, imagining all that strength going to work on me.

  "Your turn…sis.”

  His twang made it sound like a dare, and I smiled and reached for the hem of my t-shirt, but he was there faster. He kissed me as he pulled the shirt up and off. He tossed it on his vest. Our clothes were way ahead of us.

  He kissed me all along my face then pulled back. His eyes went blue moon as he took in my vast mounds of breast, locked in behind a satin white bra.

  "Oh this?” I asked. “Thought you didn't want to see me naked."

  “It’s all I’ve ever wanted."

  He sank almost reverently into the folds of my flesh. He nibbled at the exposed skin and sucked his way down, his sharp chin pushing down my bra as he went. I lay flat against the wood, sucking in air and shivering against the heat and wet of his mouth as it drew closer to my nipples. When it finally landed I groaned like a breaking tree. My body felt severed from my breasts down, just a flood of agony and pleasure. He sucked hungrily and I hugged him deeper to my breast. I wonder if he thought milk would come out if he sucked hard enough. At the rate he was going, it damn well might.

  He reached back and let my bra loose with a quick flip. Yeah, he was no stranger to girls. Which meant he knew how to use that tool he was carrying around. I let him savor my other breast and nibble at a nipple even as he squeezed the other on in his coarse palms. His head was low enough for me to kiss the top, and breathe his scent. Away from all the grease and oil, he smelled fresh and musky.

  He tried to go back into the other breast, but as hot as it was seeing how hard a life of repression could turn into lust, I needed more. I couldn't stop thinking about that hot thick cock just dripping for me. I pulled him off and gave him a sopping kiss, slowly turning so it was him on the wall.

  "What...are you doing?"

  “Thanking you properly. Remember?”

  He started to protest, but I unzipped his jeans and found his cock through his boxers. Even with the cloth around, it burned with heat. My hand felt positively tiny around it, and I felt thrilled and scared at once. Call it 80/20. I couldn't wait for this thing to punch a hole through me.

  I tugged down the rest of his defenses and his cock sprang out long and straight and so fucking hard. I grabbed it and started to roll it around, seriously interested the blue veins pulsing out of the pale skin. It always fascinated me with non-Hispanic boyfriends. My mouth salivated though, and the scent that wafted off it was thick and strong but totally Lucas. I took him in my mouth.

  Lucas cursed above me, his hands pounding the creaking wood. My mouth was just the right size to fit him all. I took him deep, licking along his shaft like he was some warm popsicle. As I started to bob back and forth, I peeked up to see how my man was taking his treat. Lucas look pained, maybe at shedding more of his years of repressed feeling, maybe at the swell of pleasure I was giving him, or maybe it was just lust or love and he didn't know how to show those things. I tugged at his shaft so I could play with his head and keep watching him. I might have studied well at school and avoided bikers, but I knew plenty of ways to stir up a man, and I turned them all on Lucas, sucking and licking and stroking the base of his shaft. I found the little fold at the bottom of his head and rubbed my lip right up in there.

  "Goddamn, girl," he yelled, twisting against the wall. I smiled and dug my tongue up in the same spot. It was about time he started showing me a little human disrespect.

  I pulled off and licked at his thick round head like a snow cone, pounding my grip
up and down his smooth shaft. Sour juices trickled down on me and I went back up to his cock head to suck them in. Lucas groaned, a deep pounding echo that sank into me through his cock. I knew I was wet too, but I needed both hands to hold him, and I just put all that furious energy into him. All the years of looking at him and not daring to think my thoughts came pouring out through my tongue now.

  Lucas's voice broke above, and then I felt his cock shake. I felt his come surge past my stroke and pumped it along. Hot thick streams shot in my mouth like cream filling, I sucked on his head, draining him till empty, then looked up at his heaving tortured face and gulped visibly.

  He started to slump down the wall, even though he was really the one who shot me. I licked my lips clean and smiled.

  "Did I do well, my knight?" I asked.

  His eyes popped wide and then faster than I could see, his hand scooped me upright by the chin and my mouth was on his. He held me tight by the head, pressing his tongue in where his cock had been just moments ago, completely unhesitant. His other hand dug into my jeans, found my buttons and released them. His fingers danced across my pussy and I yipped into his mouth. He smiled on me, which was the most amazing thing I'd felt so far.

  We staggered back, and I didn't realize what was going on until I tipped over the armrest of the sofa. I shrieked and landed hard, my legs flying in the air. Lucas yanked my jeans off in one clean stroke, then shuffled out of his. My pussy felt cold and moist and I realized my panties were off too. We were both finally completely bare to each other.

  "Mm, you're dripping," Lucas said. "Let's see if you got any sugar in that water."

  The tall, hunky rider kneeled between my legs and sank his mouth over my pussy.

  The ceiling above me was bare wood, with pipes. Whether it actually had holes that sparkled with sunlight or whether I was just seeing heaven I could not tell, but my whole body shook as his tongue ran through my crease. He licked me open from bottom to top , landing back hard on my clit. He decided I wasn't open enough and spread my legs even wider and then pushed in deeper on top.

  I wanted to see him, but not knowing what was coming amplified all the waves of pleasure that shook up my curves. All I knew was his heat and his warmth and his wetness and the press of his straight nose into my flesh. I could not see his face, but I could hear the content in the slurping sounds as he feasted on me, lapping my folds all the way before grinding my clit. I must be flooding him my juices. I could feel all my liquid oozing up toward him.

  He pulled off for a second and I had just a second to regroup, before he pressed down square on my clit. His tongue slathered it with attention, stroking and grinding as his mouth sucked it in and out. My body was liquid now, pumping in and out his mouth, and my pleasure was just ripples, growing and growing like he were casting bigger and bigger stones. Just when they had grown to waves, I felt something else on my slit. Just as I registered them as fingers, they curled up inside me.

  An earthquake shook my body. I heard myself moaning, but all I could feel were the waves rising, sinking. Higher, then deeper, the even higher yet. He stroked me from the inside, pushing me out for his mouth to suck me in, and then the waves pulled back all together, and when he licked me again, I could feel tsunami coming. I cried out so high I thought the house might shatter from my voice. My legs shook on his shoulders like a see saw, and he kept tending to me while I crashed down around him. When I had finally settled, he pulled off and loomed in above me.

  "Just the thing to quench my thirst." He smiled, and his glistening face reached down for a kiss. I tasted myself on him, and it was the best mélange of flavor.

  I felt a new guest approach my door. It swelled my slit and I remembered the old friend who I'd helped minutes ago.

  Lucas peeled away and looked down on me. "You ok, baby?"

  I felt exhausted but the press of his strength spreading me was already flooding me with new heat. I grinned up. “Not till you’re inside."

  He slipped into me, like a hot thick whisper. I was so wet and open, there was nothing stopping us, just his cock head pushing me out from the inside. We gasped together as it stopped somewhere deep inside me.

  "Oh god, that's the biggest cock I've ever had," I said.

  He grabbed my legs and pressed even deeper. I moaned. “Only the best for you, girl,” he said.

  Holding me by the hips he began to ride me into the couch. I could feel my legs wide apart, baring myself to his cock. It must almost be like being back on his black chopper, just holding the handlebars and bouncing along. His cock grew bigger at the feel of my pussy and I wasn't sure if it wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever had, period. Didn't care. I shook, and I took him, and I loved it.

  "Oh god you're so fucking tight," he said. "Didn't think you'd be this tight."

  "Didn't think you'd get so big," I said.

  I had to see it, I tried to prop myself up to get a look, but he started pounding me harder and my mouth started moaning and I fell back.

  "I want to see you enter me" I said. "I want to see how dirty we look.”

  He looked down, newly aware of what he was doing down there. His cock stretched me out even wider, and I writhed and sank into the couch.

  "A bed," he said, still fucking me. "We got a bed."

  I looked up at his hot sweaty face, and realized it was a question. "Ok, let's go."

  He pulled out and wasted no time jerking me to my feet. We ran hand in hand like kids, panting down a hall, until he suddenly turned into a room.

  The walls were empty. The one window was half covered in grime. But he was right, there was a bed. He shoved me forward and followed me down. We landed facing each other, all his muscles imprinting in my flesh. We looked like melting ice cream where our skin met.

  I pulled him in for a kiss, my juices already sticky on his face. I licked them off him, and when he pulled back looking fresh, he looked different. Maybe I had cleaned something deeper. I didn't much care. All I wanted as I looked upon his jagged features was that granite back inside me. I fumbled for his cock and he helped it in.

  He hugged me as he entered, and we were drawing closer together with every inch of his cock. I let him squeeze in for a kiss and then pressed his chest up. When he took the hint and lifted off, I peered through us and watched his cock emerge sopping from its dark excursion.

  Lucas noticed. "You wanna see that again, baby?”

  I nodded, and ever so softly the thick bone of flesh dove into me. I whimpered at the sight of it, almost more exciting than the feel of it plunging into my womb. He let me watch him fuck me faster, his own eyes shut in rapture. Every press of his head inside me still felt like an eruption. Whether his cock was growing or I was just that tight, didn't matter. I could feel another quake coming on, but I knew this one would utterly ravage me and I wasn't done teaching Lucas about the pleasures of my body yet.

  "Turn me," I said.

  Lucas's eyes opened confused, as if from a dream.

  "Take me from behind," I said. "Fuck me like you own me."

  That was all he needed. He zipped out and flipped me over. I propped up, wagging my juicy ass in the air until it ground into the solid of his abs.

  "Oh, shit, yeah," Lucas said. "That is the finest ass I've ever seen."

  "It's all yours to play with," I said. "Just don't steal it off me."

  He clenched my flesh like a vast reins and tested his grip. Then he shook it, and I felt the jiggle he must be appreciating.

  "God, don't keep me waiting."

  "I thought you were serving me. "

  "No, now you worship me."

  His cock found my slit and he slammed his prayer up and inside me. His cock slid in so deep I could almost feel it touch my heartbeat. He cried out in joy as he crashed into my thick butt, and pulled out and did it again. I could barely take the strength or the pleasure, but he started to slam into me in earnest. Both of us were groaning with each inch of his stroke. I was planning to ride him to completion but that thought was hamm
ered out of my head by his cock. He was so fucking deep in me now, all I could think about was that thick jet of fluid pounding out deep into my womb, vast and filling.

  I had collapsed on my elbows, but I reared up and started slamming back into his thrusts. Both of us were just warbling out now, a low undulating cry in rhythm with our fucking.

  "You. Gotta. Slow." He said.

  "I ain't slowing down." I rolled my body, so my ass ground higher and drove him even deeper. Oh god, my vision was flashing white now.

  "I need to come. I can't hold it."

  "Come in me, then. Oh god, just come in me."

  He bellowed, and collapsed over me, slapping into my own sweaty skin. I could feel his cock twitching, and I wriggled my ass around it. Lucas switched his grip, reaching around to grab my breasts. His rough fingers tweaked my nipples and set me off like a grenade.

  "Oh, Jesus, Lucas," I screamed, trying to buck him off, but just driving him deeper. I burst and I heard my come slurp out as we kept fucking. I wanted to collapse under the shockwaves of pleasure, but Lucas held me up by my breasts. I wriggled against him, and felt his cock break in me.

  "Miaaaa." The first time he had said my name, and it was an animal roar off his lips that sent another crashing ripple through my orgasm. He went stiff all over me and then his cock slammed in deep. Thick warmth shot deep inside me. He rode me like an unruly bike for a full minute, and then his strength gave and we both collapsed on the bed.

  “Oh, shit,” he mouthed in my back. “Oh, shit, shit shit.”

  “Relax,” I said. “I'm on the pill.”

  “But our parents…”

  “Are not the same ones!” I laughed and slapped at his cheek.

  He rolled off and we both breathed heavily at the ceiling. I could hear him gasping for breath, and I smiled thinking of how hard he'd taken to me. All that repressed lust had poured out of both of us.

  “That was amazing,” he said, surprise still in his voice. “You?”

  He had such an earnest look, that I leaned over and pecked his nose. “You heard me right? Or did that bike blow out your ears?”