Cocky Dominant Twin Stepbrothers: A Three-Story Collection of Steamy Forbidden Romance

by Claire Sutcliffe

  Cocky Dominant Twin Stepbrothers: A Three Story Bundle

  My Cocky Stepbrother

  Copyright

  © 2015 Claire Sutcliffe

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 1

  In my mind, I had a wild sex life. Every guy I saw, I’d think about what I would do to him and what he would do to me. I’ve probably read everything I’ve ever come across about sex, watched porn, even the harder stuff that my friends would think was gross. Crazy stuff, you name it. When my mind wandered, which was often – I would sometimes think about what it was like to be the object of desire of a line up of dudes. I’d imagine that I was spread-eagled, tied down, fucked in every hole, or sometimes in the same hole, by different dudes at the same time, or, I would think about being forced to submit by nasty guys in the town bar after wandering in, like a damsel in distress with a flat tire.

  The thing was that by the way I look in real life, you would never know I was so filthy. Underneath the conservative cardigans and tartan skirts, though, was all manner of hot lingerie. It was nothing that anyone could see, but I would know it was there. Sometimes I hoped no one would notice, and part of me hoped they did. But the man I wanted most to notice, was one I couldn’t – well shouldn’t – have: my stepbrother, Blake. He was quite a bit older than me, maybe wiser, and infinitely more gorgeous than anyone I knew. He hardly ever came around the house since he hit 18 and I was 8 – it was too dull, restrictive, and boring for him. I got that. Even for me it was tough and I was a lot younger. Basically as soon as he could leave, he did. I hoped to follow in his footsteps someday soon but it was a bit harder as a girl, even though I was 19 now and had an extra year to make plans and get out.

  To give a little bit of an idea of what it was like growing up here, my father was a minister and my mother a nurse. I even grew up homeschooled. It really just got worse and worse. Though I tried to live by the standards that my mother and father set since I was just a little thing, it was not much use. They did their best though. Papa Gentry would say things over and over again, while he rubbed his beard in that way, hard and slowly with his right hand, trying to drill sense into my useless head.

  “Remember, Kristin, idle hands are the devil’s workshop! Do you hear me?”

  “Yes sir,” I’d squeak while he would continue to intone his lessons, doing his best to keep me busy with chores and duties – but the truth was, I couldn’t keep up with what he wanted and I knew it. I told myself I was such a sex fiend because I was adopted, but even still, I don’t know if anyone who shared his blood even could keep up with what he expected. Still his words would echo in my mind every night at bedtime as I hid underneath my covers with my old laptop computer, and searched for anything hot, dirty or super sexy that I could find. I guess all of that was to blame for my taste for some seriously naughty things – nothing turned me on like the idea of a powerful man bending me over his knee while he spanked me and called me names, maybe getting hit by a paddle or a switch or a bare hand right on my butt, then even getting smacked closer and closer to my as yet untouched pussy until I was punished by his cock… Just thinking about it would get me so excited. ‘Cause I’m a bad girl, and I need to be punished. Just to find the right man to do it… Blake, oh Blake!

  Wait! What was that? A sound outside my room, and under the door I could see footsteps blocking the light of the hall. I shut my laptop quickly and silently, and feigned sleep. The floorboards creaked for a minute, the feet seemingly considering, and then they moved on, walking toward my parents’ room. If only it were Blake, and he was coming in here… I shivered under the covers at the very thought of it.

  I knew I didn’t want to arouse any suspicion on the part of my parents. They frowned on premarital sex of any kind, including masturbation, and for that matter, I thought grimly, even some marital sex!

  How could I ever give all that up, too? Would I have to? Was it even possible? My clit said, no, but my mind was so programmed not to disappoint Mama and Papa Gentry… well I shouldn’t, anyway… maybe just this once more. My hand drifted toward my crotch again, imagining my step, Blake – business suit on his tall, beautiful body - spreading me apart and entering me first from the front and then somehow turning me over, still impaled on his dick, so that he was slipping in and out from behind. I didn’t know if that would actually work in real life, but imagining it was fantastic. To me that dick was like a carnival ride, up and down, round and round, in and out… until I came quickly, silently, and hard, without moving a muscle or squeaking a stray floorboard.

  When the time came for me to get a summer job there wasn’t much available. After I dragged around the house one day too many feeling glum, my dad called Blake, and I guess he offered me a job as a receptionist at one of his offices. So I went right out to get some nice clothes, snuck in some crazy lingerie in the purchases, and started work at his office.

  As I sat at my new desk, I was happy that I would at least be able to be close to Blake. I couldn’t wait to see him again, as it had been years… and I had had fantasies almost every night for those years, starring him. Would he still live up to them? After all he was 31 now.

  “Hello, Kristin, is that you? My new secretary, right? That’s so cool!” Jolted suddenly out of my daydreams, I looked up straight in the face of Blake Burns, my stepbrother and new boss. I almost gasped. Dressed crisply in a suit and tie, he was still the epitome of the very man I always wanted to meet. Handsome as hell, hair thick and wavy, eyes bright green, Roman nose, and his mouth in a wide, sexy smile. Plus, you could tell even under that suit, that he was cut. Ripped. Stunning. I could hardly speak.

  “Yes,” I peeped, momentarily losing my professional façade, not that I had much of one. Still gawking, I cleared my throat and stuck out my hand for him to shake. “Sorry, I have a bit of a cold,” I pretended, hoping he wouldn’t see through me.

  “Oh, God, yeah, sorry for startling you. So it’s so cool that you work for me now,” he grinned. “So glad that the folks let you work here. I was afraid they would say I was a heathen or something. Which I guess I am, haha. But what can I say, I like it this way.” He gestured to the break room. “Say, uh, any chance you could get me a coffee? I have a bunch of stuff to do and I could use a little pick-me-up. Black would be perfect.”

  “Right away.” Walking away, I wasn’t sure of it but I thought I could feel his eyes on my butt. I surprised myself by giving a little extra shake in my hips as I went. I also wasn’t sure if I was imagining an almost imperceptible wink as I handed him the steaming mug.

  “Anything else, um… Blake?”

  “No thanks, that’s it. Oh, hold on, I dropped my pen. Would you mind picking it up off the floor?”

  I bent over in front of him, again conscious of his eyes on my ass. I did it slowly, fe
eling my new thong sliding against my clit, before standing up again to pass it to him. I got the distinct feeling he didn’t need it at all, that he just wanted to see me bend over.

  “Thank you Miss Gentry, that’s a good girl,” he said coolly, yet somehow in a flirtatious tone.

  At my desk afterward I hoped nobody could see how hot and bothered I was. I was probably flushed, with all the images that were flying through my mind of what Blake would do if he bent me over his desk.

  The next Monday, armed with a purple bra and panties under a silk blouse, a tighter pencil skirt than I had ever tried to wear before, high heels and topped off by a new red lipstick, I was feeling quite confident that I wouldn’t be intimidated by Blake’s good looks and cocky charm. I decided to grab him a black coffee, making sure to lean toward him so that he could potentially catch a glimpse of my bra. (Plausible deniability, right?) Still, I knew I could easily get caught out, and my cheeks got red again.

  “Thank you Miss Gentry.” He seemed to be getting used to calling me that. With a grin he accepted the coffee and looked up at me, sexily in this catlike way, from his leather chair. All I wanted to do was to jump on his lap and straddle him, or grab him by the tie and wrestle him toward the floor - but instead I just smiled, trying to catch glimpses of his body, clad in yet another bespoke suit that hugged every angle and plane of his body. Goddamn was he gorgeous.

  I can’t say that there wasn’t any guilt, as Papa and Mama Gentry would be shocked at my behavior and my tight clothes, not to mention what they would probably see as totally whorish – having a crush on my step, even though we hadn’t grown up together nor did we share blood. They wouldn’t care about that. They just wanted me to put my head down and take care of business, make some money to support myself, and then go home and rot alone! I thought bitterly. But no, I won’t be like them, shackled, no freedom – unless those shackles were made of leather and studs, I figure. Mmm. Leather and studs. What Blake could do to me if I were shackled. The things he could try. I wonder if he would ever tie me up in his office.

  Finally one evening on my third week on the job, Blake asked me if I would stay to do some overtime. Well, it’s not like he gave me any choice actually.

  “Kristin, I am going to need you to stay late tonight.” He wasn’t even looking at me as he commanded. I knew that even though he seemed casual, he was deathly serious. But there was nothing pressing in the office that I knew about. Unless something had just come up, things were pretty slow lately. I was on pins and needles wondering what he wanted, and hoping it was what I wanted.

  When 5:00 came, and most of the others had left, we were in the copy room together, and I have to admit, I was painfully aware of his every move, every gesture. It was like we were connected together, with some kind of electric forcefield. Wherever his hands were, I felt as if they could touch me at any time and I would be his, unable to resist. When his hand brushed against mine, I was frozen in place, mouth open, eyes wide. I must have looked very stupid, mouth hanging open with dumbstruck awe. For his part he didn’t have his usual expression – it was a bit softer, but with something animal behind it. If I had to describe it, I’d say his face was focused with… lust? He moved toward me, and touched my hair, softly but assuredly.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he said. “Really, I mean it,” he said softly. “I noticed the first day we met again. Your shy eyes, your sexy smile, your beautiful body. It’s been making me crazy this whole time. You know what I mean, Kristin?”

  “Um, thanks?” I replied, though it was hard to believe someone like him would return my feelings. Me, little Kristin Gentry, with my hot stepbrother, Blake. “Prove it,” I wanted to say to him. And surprising myself, I did.

  “I’d be happy to,” Blake grinned and took me in his arms. The sheer strength of him was overwhelming – the feeling of his strong arms, the intimate smell of his cologne, his incredible body, muscled and strong – he made me feel delicate as he enveloped me with his arms and leaned down to give me a kiss.

  His soft lips and rough tongue on my mouth were like honey. But Blake pulled away and said, “Actually, Kristin - not here, someone might come in. We need to go to my office.” He walked quickly through the corridor, with me following him, mind reeling with confusion and desire. Blake shut the door behind me. “Now I’ve got you where I want you.” That animal lust was in full force now, his eyes glittering as he looked at me.

  His arm went around my waist, pulling me against the hardness of his length, while the other gently grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back so that my neck was exposed. No one had ever kissed my neck before, and his lips and teeth were sending tingles throughout my body. I was a bit scared, but at the same time, I knew this was finally my chance – not only to have sex for the first time but to have sex with the man I had been wanting, dreaming about for ages? No reason to be scared. What could he possibly do to me that I wouldn’t want done?

  As he kissed my neck, his hands slowly snaked up my torso, teasingly - getting closer to my breasts, then moving away. My nipples were hard as anything under my fancy bra. Finally his fingers brushed over them, and I cried out.

  “Quiet! Don’t make a sound!” he directed. Pushing my shirt up slowly until his hands enveloped my breasts, he squeezed and rolled the rosy nubs between his thumb and forefinger. Then he spun me around to suck and bite the blush of my aching, virgin nipples. Each nibble of his teeth sent a shock wave straight to my pussy. The whole thing was making me dizzy – my head was spinning, as all the things I had dreamed about were coming true, becoming reality, Blake’s strong hands caressing my tits and his rough stubble against my tender untouched skin.

  “I feel like such a bad girl,” I murmured as the waves of pleasure went through my body.

  Blake laughed softly and said, “You’re the best kind of girl.” Moving down my body with his mouth he laid me on the couch of his office, almost arranging me there, staring at me with that sheer lust. I wanted to hide a bit, nervous he wouldn’t be pleased with my body, but the incredible desire in his eyes, and the big bulge in his pants laid that worry to rest. His mouth went back and forth between my thighs with lingering kisses, teasing my center with a tiny lick before retreating. I writhed in her excitement, pushing my hips up to try to meet his mouth, but he just looked at me with an impish smile and went on teasing me. At last he took pity on me and his lips, his tongue, his mouth was buried in my soft pink pussy. I grabbed a throw pillow to stifle my moans. Spreading me open with his tongue, he expertly took my clit very gently into his mouth and sucked it as I tangled a hand in his hair. When his hand moved between my legs I almost squealed, craving his fingers, his cock, just to be filled by him. As his hand slid inside my virgin pussy and he licked me, the other one cupped my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I came twice, hard, head thrown back, whispering his name, trying not to make a sound.

  I wanted to give him the same pleasure, and reached for his stiff length, and I imagined that could feel the beats of his heart in the girth of his erection. Will this thing even fit inside me? I’ll try it in my mouth first.

  I kneeled in front of him as He was kneeling over her, ready to enter. I looked into his eyes, scared but confident, ready for him to finally be the first to fuck her. Moving her hips toward him, I urged his cock into her pink pussy, but he waited and tormented her sweetly, asking “Are you sure you are ready, little Kristin?” a bit of a smirk, in his tone, but serious nonetheless. “You sure?”

  “God yes, take me now, yes yes yes!” I cried.

  Getting in was a bit difficult despite the fact that I was so swollen and so wet. He pushed a bit, and waited, pushed a bit more, until finally he was able to thrust freely into her for the first time. The length of his cock began stroking her walls, its girth opening her and I nearly couldn’t stand how good it felt to be penetrated for the first time.

  “Unf,” he moaned, “You feel amazing… so sweet and tight…” His eyes were firmly shut, face intent with the expression of pleas
ure. “I want you on top of me.” He smoothly flipped their positions and then held her hips over his shaft and lowered her onto him. I loved the feeling of being controlled but somehow in control, feeling every inch of his cock entering her, as he rubbed her clit softly and stared at her with hunger in his eyes. I gazed down at the beauty that was his torso, his shoulders, and his gorgeous face. Before I knew it her hips were taken by some kind of primordial instinct, moving on their own accord while her pussy squeezed his dick. He reached up and caressed her full breasts as I delighted in the feeling of a cock inside her for the first time. I rode his shaft, fully satisfying all her curiosity and with pleasure in every moment – but as I wanted to make the most of this opportunity Kristin made sure to show him I needed it from the back too. I moved away and then knelt on the couch, on all fours, and Blake immediately took the reins and centering himself behind her, entered her no-longer-virgin, but now dripping wet pussy. Kristin found that he was hitting just the right spot to make her begin to come, and I began moving with him, faster and faster. A sting made her gasp and I realized that Blake was smacking her ass, spanking her as he fucked her, and I began to come immediately. I had enough training to come silently at home that I was able to do it without arousing any suspicion, but Blake didn’t know I was coming except by the undulations of her pussy walls as I orgasmed. He continued fucking and slapping her ass, ushering in orgasm after orgasm, until he finally came himself, spurting his long ropes of white cum all over her ass cheeks.