Stepbrother Studs Daren
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They wrestled now as they’d done in the past, when they were like two puppies. This time there was a new consciousness and intensity, a sense of something new and forbidden they’d both only been able to imagine before.
They grappled frantically at each other’s limbs as if they couldn’t get enough, couldn’t squeeze hard enough. Lacey reached greedily down the front of Daren’s shorts and grasped at his cock. She wanted to feel, at last, what it was like, instead of just imagining it or seeing it from a distance.
“Lace!” he gasped when she fisted him in her hand, so hard for her, swelling even more as she started to stroke him. “Oh my God, is this happening?”
“Does it feel like it’s happening?” She smiled, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock.
“It feels fucking fantastic.”
He offered no resistance when Lacey yanked his suit down to his ankles, and he awkwardly kicked it off, her other hand still on his thrusting cock. His hips moved all on their own. She felt as if she had caught a gigantic fish, wallowing and writhing on the beach.
“Let’s see,” she said coyly, licking her lips, “if I can play the boat-swain’s whistle.”
“That’s ‘bosun,’ not ‘boat-swain,’ landlubber,” he joked, his eyes widening as she pushed him to his back on the blanket.
Lacey raised an eyebrow at him, smirking, seeing that he knew. She’d mispronounced “bosun” on purpose, like she always did—because he couldn’t resist correcting her. Usually, he would have launched into some more of his witty pirate impersonations about now, but comedy was clearly not uppermost in his mind.
But she couldn’t help teasing him a little.
“You’re in for some discipline, sailor,” she warned him as she settled herself between his thighs. His cock was big and beautiful, and she devoured every inch of it with her eyes. She’d watched him manhandle himself plenty of times while she looked on, but she’d never had the opportunity to do it herself.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed as he watched her pull his cock towards her mouth.
She kissed the head, sweet, tender, tasting his precum, slightly peppery. Rubbing it over her lips, she snaked her tongue out to lick around the rim. Daren moaned, watching her through half-closed eyes now, as she took more of him into her mouth. She wasn’t an expert at blowjobs—she could count on one hand the guys she’d allowed in her mouth—but this was different. This was Daren. This was a man whose cock she had coveted from afar for so long she couldn’t remember when she’d first started wanting him.
And now he was hers.
She took him in both hands, making him wet with her saliva as she pumped him up and down. Daren’s hips moved, catching her rhythm, and she delighted in the way his belly undulated as he rocked with her motion. Then she added her mouth back to the equation, sucking the head, moving her tongue down the shaft, taking first a quarter, then half, but that was all she could manage. It seemed to be enough for him though. He groaned and grabbed her hair, thrusting up faster, fucking her mouth.
Lacey had some difficulty taking so much of him, but she managed. Daren groaned and shuddered. She heard the catch in his breath, but somehow, she had no fear he’d lose control too early. He would no more do that than he would turn into the wind at the wrong moment or lower a sail that should be raised.
“Oh Lace, God, your mouth is so fucking good,” he whispered, watching as she took more, and then more.
She couldn’t believe she was taking it, but she was. She had all of him in her mouth, and she was swallowing him again and again. She had long wondered what this would be like, the hardness and heat of it, how far she would be able to take him. Her tongue caressed him, and he groaned in response. He ran his fingers tenderly through her hair.
“Lacey,” he groaned, grabbing a hand full of her hair. “Please. I want…”
“I know,” she panted, coming up on him, saliva dripping from her lower lip. “Yes. I want you in me.”
She crawled up his body and straddled him, trapping his cock between her soft, flat belly and the steel washboard of his abs. He grabbed her, one big arm around her waist, the other around her shoulders, his mouth slanting, capturing hers as he rolled her to her back. He was in charge now. This was her Daren, the one who knew exactly what he was doing.
He parted her legs with his, glancing down to where his cock rested, throbbing, against her mound. She looked too, and her breath caught in her throat. This was it. They were really going to do this.
“Lacey,” he breathed, swallowing, meeting her eyes. “Are you sure?”
She didn’t speak. She just reached down and took him in her hands, guiding him slowly between her lips. He gasped when she aimed him, lifting her hips. She felt the head slip in and she moaned, her nipples hardening instantly, her pussy clenching, wanting more.
“Yes,” she said, giving him explicit permission, giving it to herself too. She wanted this. She wanted him. “Please, please. Fuck me.”
He groaned and arched, sliding in all the way, and they both cried out together, limbs twining. The heat of the day was nothing compared to the fire between their legs. Lacey felt his thighs quiver against hers as he held himself there, waiting, breathing hard. She was sopping wet for him, clit aching.
“Come on, baby brother,” she whispered, nipping at his earlobe. “You know you want to fuck me.”
“Jesus, Lacey,” he protested, but his cock throbbed. She felt it swell inside her when she said that. And her pussy clenched him tighter.
“I want it,” she panted, writhing under him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh fuck, I want it, Daren. Please! Give me that cock. Fuck me good and hard.”
“Oh God,” he groaned, grabbing her arms from around his neck and putting them over her head. He held them there, one big hand holding her wrists as he started to thrust.
“Yes,” she whispered, meeting his slow, rhythmic thrusts with her own, feeling an electric heat surging through her pelvis as they rocked. “Oh yes, that’s it. Like that. Mmmmm.”
But Daren was in control. Daren was sailing this ship, keeping her pinned beneath him as he sent his rudder starboard or port with a slight shift of his hips. And he watched her the whole while, aware of her every movement, every cry, every word, and making adjustments accordingly. God, he was good.
“Daren,” she whimpered, squeezing her muscles around him as he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue lapped at her lips, then swirled with hers. She could taste them together. It made her pussy throb with need. She gasped when they parted, meeting his dark, half-closed eyes. “Please, more. More!”
But he knew. He already knew. He moved faster, spreading her legs wider as he drove in deeper. She moaned and welcomed him, his full weight as he let go her wrists, rutting into her now. Lacey ran her newly freed hands over his shoulders, lightly raking her nails over his back, feeling him tremble.
“Mine,” she whispered, squeezing him with her pussy, feeling his answering throb. “Oh yes, mine, mine.”
“Yes,” he growled into her ear, thrusting harder, faster, driving her against the sand, making a divot beneath their bodies, as if he could bury them both. “Oh fuck, Lacey, I want you so much.”
“You have me,” she reminded him, her fingertips brushing his nipples, feeling him shudder. She turned her head to nuzzle him, feeling the slick way their bodies slid together in the sun, licking his cheek, tasting the salt of his sweat. “Daren, look at me.”
“Fuck, Lace,” he groaned, shaking his head, wild, but she grabbed his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.
“You have me,” she whispered urgently, meeting his thrusts. He was stretching her wide, driving in so deep it hurt, and she still wanted more. She knew exactly how he felt. They’d both wanted this for so long, it was hard to believe it was real. “Say it.”
“Mine,” he breathed, panting, working hard. She nodded, urging him to do it again. Say it again. “Oh, baby, yes, you’re mine. Mine. Mine.”
He punctuated each
“mine” with a thrust, making her cry out. Every time he went into her, it felt as if he was larger, went deeper.
Lacey felt as if she was about to split apart, and still, it wasn’t enough.
“Ahhh Daren!” She was losing control. Her body bucked under his, hips arching up to meet him. “Oh God, you feel so good. I’m… so… close…”
That made him cry out, burying his face against her neck, both of them undulating in unison. She took every inch of his pounding cock, both of them working together. They’d found their stride, no longer a chaotic chorus of desperate limbs. The emotion between them rolled in waves, echoed by the lighter waves of the lake itself.
“Lacey!” He moaned her name, shuddering against her, his body covering her completely, blocking out the sun. “Oh fuck! Lace! God!”
“Yes!” she gasped, quivering with her own climax, everything exploding. She felt the throbbing contractions of his cock as he emptied himself deep inside her. Her pussy spasmed, milking him, drawing every bit of his semen from his still pulsing sac. “Oh Daren, God, yes, finally, finally…”
It was as if the lake itself had burst its bounds and flooded the shore, sweeping them away on a tidal wave, a grand, wild tsunami. She felt him collapse onto her, breathless, and she cradled him against her, her own dams bursting. She sobbed in his arms, reassuring him again and again, yes, yes, she was okay, more than okay, she was perfect. Perfect.
They had given themselves to each other and, at that moment, had released something so deep within them, it swept everything away before it.
* * * *
They took a swim to cool off.
Lacey shook out the sandy blanket and spread it out again. They lay side by side, staring up at the sky, letting the sun dry their naked bodies. Small waves lapped lightly at the beach nearby and a gull cried out. They linked hands and lay silently for the longest while.
“Lace?”
“Hm?”
“Am I dreaming?”
“Maybe.” She smiled, not opening her eyes. “But if you are, I’m having the same dream.”
He was quiet again and she almost drifted off, listening to the water lapping the shore.
“Lace?”
“Hm?”
“I don’t want to go.”
She rolled toward him, then, putting a finger over his lips to shush him. She didn’t want him to go either—still—but it was different now. He had to go. And she would be here, when he came home. Waiting for him.
“We can do this every time you’re on leave,” she reminded him. “I’m not going anywhere, Daren. I meant what I said.”
“Mine.” He pulled a wet strand of hair from her cheek, that hopeful look back in his eyes. But there was something else there too. He was beginning to believe her.
“Yes.” She nodded, smiling.
“And to think, if I’d never told you how I felt…”
“But you did.” She slid a thigh over his. “And I’m glad.”
“Even if…” He swallowed, looking at her. “It seems so… wrong…”
“Maybe we’re not supposed to. But, Daren…” She shifted against him on the blanket, her body already wanting more of him. “I can’t say no to this. Can you?”
“No.” He swallowed, shaking his head. “I love you, Lace. I’ve loved you for a long time, and now that I’ve had you… no way. I can’t give you up. I won’t.”
“Good.” She gave him a satisfied smile.
“Besides…” He gave her a slow, mischievous grin. “It’s not like we’re breaking any maritime laws or anything, right?”
“You dork.” Lacey laughed and punched him on the shoulder. “Fuck me again.”
He brightened. “Permission to come aboard, Captain?”
“Permission granted, sailor.”
The End
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