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by CELENE CAREY

  Nudity had never been particularly sexual to me, because I had grown up with it being so normal and commonplace. But ever since we moved in with Sam and Mike, I had started to feel differently. I’ve always been proud of my body. I know I look good; I see boys staring at me all the time. I have great tits, pale creamy white skin, long legs, and curly black hair that tumbles down my back. I’ve never been shy about anything physical, and I appreciate the human body. But the first time I saw Mike naked, I felt something I’d never felt before. The attraction was so overwhelming, I felt like I would faint. It doesn’t hurt that he has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Seriously, that thing must be at least nine inches, and that’s when it’s flaccid. Unfortunately I have yet to see it erect, but I hope to change that sometime soon.

  CHAPTER 2

  I don’t know if Mike likes me like I like him, but I catch him looking at me from time to time. He’s always been very polite and courteous to me, like he’s polite and courteous with everyone. It’s frustrating, because all I want to do is throw myself at him, to feel his skin against mine, to taste his lips. I feel like I’m always trying to get his attention. I parade by his bedroom door wearing next to nothing. I walk into the bathroom and get in the shower while he’s shaving in front of the mirror. I even masturbated with my bedroom door open once, hoping he’d hear the noises I was making and come by to investigate. None of this has seemed to work so far, and every day I just get hornier and hornier.

  Lately it seems like Mike is all I talk about with my best friend Bethany. We’ve been friends since we were ten years old, and we hang out together every day. We usually spend time together at her house, because she’s weirded out by my family’s nudity, but lately we’ve been spending more time at my place, and I’m starting to think it might be because of Mike. It shouldn’t bother me; I know every girl wants him and lusts after him, but for some reason, I find myself trying to keep Bethany away from him. She’s not as pretty as me, but she is definitely attractive. She’s blonde, which I guess guys like, with small tits and curvy hips. She’s short and bubbly, whereas I’m tall and more reserved. We’re physically complete opposites, and I keep wondering if she’s his type more than I am. It’s crazy for me to be thinking these things and feeling so jealous. I mean, Mike is my stepbrother; we’re related now. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. But I can’t stop, no matter how hard I try.

  One weekend just after Halloween, I invited Beth over to spend the night. We planned to smoke some weed I’d gotten from one of the senior boys, and to watch horror movies together in my room. She came over around eight o’clock and we immediately changed into our pajamas and flopped down on my bedroom floor in front of “Hellraiser.”

  Soon we decided to light up the joint I had hidden in my nightstand. As we smoked, our conversation turned to the subject of Mike.

  “Your stepbrother is so hot, Neryssa.”

  I knew it. I knew she had a thing for him. I sucked in a huge hit of the acrid smoke and started coughing loudly.

  CHAPTER 3

  “Shit,” I sputtered, my eyes watering from the smoke.

  “Sorry dude but you know it’s true. I’ve seen the way you look at him. And you talk about him all the time.”

  “He’s my stepbrother! That’s disgusting!”

  “So? It’s not like you’re related. If I were you I’d jump his bones as soon as I got the chance.”

  “You’re a whore.”

  We giggled uncontrollably, and I realized then how high I was.

  “Don’t you get to see him naked all the time?” Beth asked mischievously, lowering her voice confidentially, a smirk on her face.

  “Well yeah, kinda,” I admitted. “I mean, you know we’re clothing-optional around here.”

  “So have you seen…it?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, young lady.”

  “C’mon, quit fucking around. You know what I mean. Have you seen his cock?”

  “Well, yeah…” I admitted, not wanting to give her any details.

  “So how is it?” she demanded, her voice full of excitement.

  “It’s totally small. Like, completely unimpressive,” I lied, indicating a short length with my fingers. “It’s really disappointing.” I inhaled the last remnants of the pot smoke and ground the joint into the ashtray.

  “ I don’t believe you,” Beth shook her head, casting her eyes towards my half-open bedroom door. “He has to be massive.”

  “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but he isn’t,” I called to her as I stood up and walked to the closet, thumbing through my dresses, trying to act casual.

  “I’m gonna go look,” Beth announced, standing up. She must have been really high. She walked out my bedroom door. I followed her, whispering for her to stop, but she ignored me, tiptoeing stealthily down the hall towards Mike’s room. I could see a sliver of light coming from the crack below his bedroom door, and could hear faint music floating out into the hallway. It sounded like he was listening to The Clash.

  “Beth!” I whisper-shouted fiercely as I trailed behind her in the dark.

  She wouldn’t listen. She was on a mission. She stopped in front of his door and pressed her ear to the wood paneling, a goofy smile on her face.

  “I bet he’s jerking off!” she whispered back, letting out an undignified snort of laughter.

  “You idiot,” I shot back at her, silently willing her to come back towards me.

  But she disregarded me completely and turned her face back to the door, pushing it slowly open a few inches with her hand. The sliver of light grew larger; the music became louder. I watched her face as she peered silently into the room. I saw her jaw drop. She quickly pulled the door shut and scampered back toward me, down the hall, back to my bedroom. I followed her reluctantly, wondering what she had seen.

  “Oh my God!” she squealed, as soon as we were back in my bedroom with the door tightly shut.

  “What?” I yelled impatiently, getting annoyed with her childish behavior.

  “He was totally jerking off!” she shrieked delightedly, jumping up and down on the bed.

  “No way! I don’t believe you!”

  “He was, Neryssa. And by the way, you were totally lying about his dick. It’s HUGE.”

  So she really had seen his cock. I felt myself get a little wet as I imagined him in his room, his hand sliding up and down his massive dick. What was he thinking about while he was masturbating? I hoped he wasn’t thinking about Beth. I shook my head to clear out the intrusive thoughts.

  “So I lied about his penis size, ok. But seriously Beth, he’s super weird. I think he might be gay or something.” I was struggling to come up with anything that might deter her interest in him.

  “He was watching porn. With WOMEN in it.”

  I felt my face turn red. I looked away, trying to think of something else to say that might turn her off Mike, but I couldn’t think of anything. I also didn’t want her to know I was jealous, or that I had feelings for him.

  Fuck it. I grabbed Beth’s hand and pulled her down to sit beside me on the floor. “Give me details,” I demanded.

  “I didn’t see much, just that massive cock, and him going at it, and lesbian porn on the big flat-screen.”

  Lesbian porn. So that’s what he was into. I felt myself get a little wetter. I pressed my heel into my crotch a little as I sat cross-legged on the floor.

  “So how was he doing it? Slow? Fast? Hard?”

  “Jeez Neryssa, you’re such a perv,” Beth teased, giving me a playful shove. “He was jerking it hard and fast. I think he was about to come. He was squeezing his balls with one hand.”

  I leaned forward imperceptibly, grinding my heel into my pussy a little bit harder. I was so wet. I pictured Mike flat on his back in his bed, stroking his huge cock in his big hand, imagined the expression on his face as he came close to orgasm. I felt like I was about to come myself. I forced myself to think about something else.

  “I want him
so bad,” Beth said, her eyes dreamy and far away.

  “Well, I don’t think he’d be interested in you. He told me he doesn’t like blondes.”

  “Everyone likes blondes, Neryssa.”

  I looked away sullenly. “Let’s watch the movie.”

  Eventually Beth passed out in front of the TV like she usually does. She slept deeply, her mouth slightly open, her small pink tongue visible between her pearly little teeth. I covered her with a blanket affectionately and climbed into bed. As I lay there trying to fall asleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mike and what Beth had seen. My clit felt swollen and hard. My panties were soaking wet. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I got rid of that feeling. I glanced down at Beth and saw that she was still fast asleep.

  I snuck my hand down the front of my shirt and felt my nipples one at a time. They were stiff and sensitive. I pinched each one hard, and it made me moan a little. I checked that I hadn’t woken Beth. I slowly slid my right hand down into my underwear, lightly touching my slit with my index finger, feeling the sticky wetness; it made me shiver. I ran my finger up and down between my labia as softly as I could, teasing myself, my other hand still on my tit. I licked my lips and looked down at myself, taking in the sight of my body, watching myself masturbate. I began moving my hips up and down, sliding my finger deeper into my pussy, rubbing my throbbing clit with my thumb. I bit my bottom lip, trying to fight the urge to make noise. I moved my hips faster and faster, now fitting two fingers into my tight, slick hole, fucking myself with my hand, my eyes on Beth’s sleeping face, making sure she didn’t wake up, but also finding myself turned on by the sight of her. I imagined sliding my hot tongue into her mouth, wondered what her tits would feel like on my face. I gasped as I started coming, clamped my thighs around my hand and arched my back as my entire body stiffened, and an uncontrollable surge of pleasure took over me. I felt my cunt spasm over and over around my wet fingers. I couldn’t suppress a loud groan, but luckily Beth didn’t hear it. I collapsed back on my pillow and fell asleep almost immediately.

  CHAPTER 4

  The next day I made a plan. I resolved to do something about my attraction to Mike. If I didn’t make a move soon, he might end up with someone else, like Beth, and that would drive me completely insane. So I decided that I would get him alone that night. Mom and Sam would be out to dinner and drinks, and probably wouldn’t be home until late. Mike was due back from track practice around six, and then it would just be the two of us alone for the next few hours. I wasn’t sure what my exact plan was, but I knew I would figure something out.

  When I got home from school, I ran up to my room to choose an outfit. It had to be something he couldn’t resist. I tried things on for a half an hour or so, finally settling on a tiny black miniskirt and a sheer pink tee shirt that showed a couple of inches of my smooth, flat stomach. I brushed my hair and rubbed some pink lipgloss into my lips, checked myself in the mirror, and went downstairs to wait for Mike to come home. I draped myself across the couch with a magazine and waited for the sound of the door.

  Around six fifteen, I heard Mike’s footsteps on the front porch. I straightened myself up and turned to face the door. As he came in, he saw me immediately. His mouth dropped open as his eyes surveyed my body from top to bottom. I could tell that he liked what he saw. My nipples were hard; they must have shown through the thin fabric of my shirt.

  “Hey Mike,” I said casually, spreading my legs open a few inches. Maybe he could see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Come sit next to me and tell me about your day.”

  He looked at me questioningly, hesitated a moment, then came over to sit near me on the couch, dropping his gym bag on the carpet.

  “Hey Neryssa. What’s up?” He settled back against the couch cushions, stretching and yawning. I could smell him; he smelled like sweat and something spicy and earthy, like cinnamon or cloves. My mouth started watering.

  “Do you like my outfit?” I asked, turning to face him and striking a pretty pose, running my hands down the front of my shirt.

  “Um…I guess? It’s kind of slutty. Why are you acting so weird?”

  I sighed out loud with exasperation. This was going to be harder than I thought. What if he really did only think of me as his sister? I wouldn’t be able to take that kind of disappointment. I had to make my move; there was no point in trying to be subtle.

  I reached out my hand and placed it on his thigh. He looked down at my hand, then looked at me with an expression of disbelief. I held his gaze.

  “What are you doing?”

  I slid my hand further up his thigh, pressing lightly.

  “I want you, Mike.”

  “What? Neryssa, you’re my stepsister.”

  “I know. It doesn’t matter. I can’t stop thinking about you.” I rubbed my hand against his thigh, and although his expression was incredulous, I could see that he was beginning to get hard; there was a visible bulge in the front of his jeans.

  “You want me too, Mike. I can see it.”

  He bit his lip and looked down at my hand as I massaged his muscular thigh. I could hear him breathing harder. I reached forward and gently cupped the back of his neck. He looked up into my face and I could see the desire in his eyes. I pulled him towards me and touched his lips with mine, lightly at first, until he began to respond, kissing me back hungrily. I tasted his lips and his tongue, moaning into his mouth as I felt myself getting wet. I climbed into his lap and wrapped my arms and legs around him, pressing my breasts against him, wanting to feel every inch of him against me, feeling his huge, hard cock through his pants. I sat on it and started grinding myself against him, feeling his hardness on my clit. I felt like I was going to come in my panties, and Mike was clutching me tightly, eagerly licking my neck as I buried my face in his hair, bouncing up and down on his erection.

  Right as I was about to orgasm, Mike stopped. He gripped my shoulders and pushed me away, placing me down on the couch beside him.

  “This is wrong,” he said, breathing hard and smoothing his hair back with his hands. “We can’t do this. We’re related.”

  “Not by blood!” I whined, trying to pull him back into my arms. He held me back.

  “It doesn’t matter.” He stood up and walked over to the stairway that led to his bedroom. I knew he was right. It was wrong. But that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to fuck him more than I’d ever wanted anything before in my life.

  “Mike, come back,” I called, but he was already disappearing up the stairs.

  CHAPTER 5

  Things were a bit awkward between us the next day. Mike wouldn’t look me in the eyes. We avoided each other for the most part, and I felt sick inside, worrying that I would never get a chance to touch him ever again. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it felt like to kiss him, to press myself against him, and wondering what his cock would feel like inside me.

  I was distracted all day at school. Beth kept asking me what was wrong, but I didn’t tell her about what had happened. I just didn’t feel like talking about it. She came home with me after school, since we were supposed to be working on a class project together. We walked in the front door and Mike was in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. I walked by him without a word, dragging Beth by the hand through the house and up to my bedroom. We worked and goofed off for a couple of hours, then Beth decided she was hungry, so she went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. I lay on my bed, half-heartedly watching a movie, thinking about what Mike was doing, still tortured by thoughts of the night before.

  When twenty minutes had gone by and Beth hadn’t returned upstairs, I started to wonder what was going on. I stuck my head out of my bedroom door, but all I heard was silence. I walked to the stairs and listened: still nothing. I crept slowly down the carpeted steps until I reached the hallway that led to the kitchen. I thought I could hear low voices. I walked quietly down the hall and saw who was making the noises in the kitchen.

  Mike and Beth were on th
e kitchen table. She was lying down with her legs spread wide open, still fully clothed, and Mike was lying on top of her with his hand buried between her thighs. They were making out, Beth moaning softly as Mike’s hand worked, rubbing her softly over her underwear. Her hips pushed up into his hand, her eyes closed, her small pink mouth open. I saw him bite her neck gently.

  I gasped. “What the fuck?”

  They both looked up, bolting apart from each other in surprise. Beth shut her legs, smoothed her skirt over her legs, looking down in shame. Mike stood against the opposite wall, trying to cover his hard-on with his hands, unable to meet my eyes.

  “What the hell are you two doing?” I yelled, my face red with anger, my hands curled into tight fists.

  “Nothing, it was a mistake,” Beth said, holding her hands out apologetically.

  “Neryssa, we were just fooling around. I’m sorry,” Mike muttered in a low voice.

  “Seriously? You two are fucking disgusting. Beth, get the fuck out!”

  Beth ran upstairs, sobbing, to collect her things. Mike stood still, eyeing me warily.

  “How could you do this to me, Mike? After what happened between us last night?”

  “I know, I made a mistake. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, and I’ve been so horny all day, and Beth practically threw herself at me. I couldn’t help it.”

  “Sure, blame it on Beth. You pig.” I stomped out of the room, up the stairs, bumping into Beth, cheeks streaked with tears as she ran for the door.

  I shut my bedroom door and didn’t come out for the rest of the night.

  CHAPTER 6

  I was so angry at Mike and Beth that I didn’t speak to either of them at all the next day. That night was Friday night, and Mom and Sam left in the afternoon for a long weekend away. I would be in the house alone with Mike until Monday. Despite how furious I was with him, I still couldn’t stop thinking about fucking him. It even seemed like my anger made me want him that much more.