Nine Steamy Step Stories

by Lilian St. James

  “What? No. Not that. I can’t.”

  Even as I said the words, my body gave a different message. Rivulets of arousal dripped from me. I wanted this. I wanted something more off-limits than having sex with my stepbrothers. I wanted to feel a cock violate part of me that had never been touched.

  Jase massaged around my puckered hole. My back bowed and my body strained to get near him, craving the intrusion. He pressed the tip of his finger inside. A burning sensation spread outward from that one spot and I screamed at the shocking throb but then I moaned and pushed back, urging him to go deeper.

  “I think she likes it,” Hunter said with a laugh.

  Jase slid his finger in breaking the seal of my ass and I thought I would pass out from the forbidden touch.

  “Deeper,” I gasped. ”F-fuck me.”

  “In time,” Jase growled. “We have to get you warmed up first.”

  Hunter released my ass cheeks and sat on the bed. “While my brother is busy fingering your ass, you’re going to suck my dick.”

  I nodded frantically and took Hunter between my lips. Precum seeped from his tip, and I relished his taste. My desperate moans crashed against Hunter’s shaft while Jase fingered my ass.

  “I’m going to enjoy sinking my big dick into your tight hole while Hunter fucks your pussy.”

  Two men at once? Could I do it? Did I even want to do it? I didn’t know if my body could take the intrusion.

  “It’s a night of firsts for you isn’t it, baby.” Hunter stroked my cheek.

  I blinked yes and hummed my reply against his length.

  Jase eased his finger from my ass and Hunter slid his cock from my mouth leaving me an empty shell.

  Hunter lay on the bed with his legs off the sides and feet on the floor, and gazed up at me, his eyes drowsy with want. “Straddle me, babe. Wrap that wet pussy around my cock.”

  My body was more than a little sore, but the anticipation of what was about to happen filled me with more hunger than I thought possible. Hunter grasped the base of his cock and held himself steady. I positioned myself so my knees hugged his hips and my sex lined up with his hardness. He was so close I could feel his throbbing pulse. I swiveled so he rubbed against my clit, teasing myself as much as I teased him. Hunter curved his hands around my hips and guided me onto his cock. When I sank down, unbearable pleasure assaulted my senses and I screamed.

  “Jesus, you feel fucking amazing around my cock,” Hunter said softly. “Press your chest against mine, babe.”

  Jase touched his hands to my back and eased me down until my torso was flush with his brother’s muscular chest. I buried my face in the crook of Hunter’s neck while Jase tapped the head of his cock over the rosette of my ass. All breath left my body and refused to come back no matter how much I gulped and panted. I wanted my stepbrothers inside of me. Wanted them to fuck me until all three of us exploded in an all-encompassing orgasm, none of us knowing where we began or ended.

  “Jase, I want you to fuck me.”

  “Ask me again.” Jase positioned the head of his cock at my opening but didn’t slide in.

  I swallowed hard, my breathing now labored and heavy. ”Fuck me, please.” My words came out in a sob. What did he want from me? I was already pleading.

  “Ask again,” Jase commanded.

  And then I got it. “Fuck me, big brother. Sink your cock into my ass.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He eased into me, taking his sweet time, opening my virginal hole bit by bit, and when he was balls deep, I held my breath and stilled.

  “Breathe, baby, relax around me.”

  My breath whooshed out. Never had I felt so completed. So wanted. So desired. Both men moved in unison. Hunter thrust up from below. Jase thrust in from behind. Everything blurred into one giant ball of glowing sensation. The three of us groaned and thrashed. Our erotic song filled the room. I didn’t want to come because I didn’t want it to end, but I had to come to release the tension swirling inside of me. One man would never be enough again. Nothing would ever top this natural high.

  Jase became crazed, pumping hard and deep. And with every movement, he smacked my ass until tears pooled in my eyes.

  Hunter’s pace sped up, too. His fingertips dug into my back and held me so tight I felt the thud, thud, thud of his heart.

  I wasn’t sure who came first. Me, Hunter, or Jase. The only thing I was aware of was the warmth spilling inside of me, and the moans and groans filling the room. I sobbed and bucked. Breaking apart with the intensity of what was happening. My nipples puckered into painful buds, and I clawed at Hunter’s biceps, not caring if I hurt him.

  All too soon, Jase and Hunter’s movements petered out, and they slid from me, leaving me a dizzy, pulsating mass of sensation. Hunter rolled me to my side.

  Jase kneeled behind me and rained kisses over my back.

  “Thank you, both,” I murmured.

  “No, babe, thank you,” Jase said against my back. “You’re ours now. We’re never letting you out of our lives again.”

  Hunter lay down beside me and pulled me into his arms. “You’re everything we need. Sexy and smart and you give one hell of a blowjob.”

  Despite everything that had taken place, I blushed and buried my face in a pillow.

  They both chuckled and Hunter pulled the comforter around our bodies and gathered me in his arms. “Time to get some sleep, because we have a busy morning planned for you.”

  I closed my eyes, cocooned in warmth and security. Tomorrow, the girls would ask where I’d slept and what I’d gotten up to. I would make up a story about how I fell asleep on the sofa. They would never know my stepbrothers fucked me senseless. No one would. It was our secret to keep.

  The End

  Her Stepbrother’s Secret Obsession

  A Standalone Steamy Short Story

  “Your brother’s a controlling asshole, Sky. How the fuck do you put up with him?” Marla threw the presentation folder she’d worked on all week onto her desk, and yanked her frizzy red hair into a messy ponytail.

  “I don’t put up with anything. And, like I’ve told you a million times, he’s not my brother.”

  Aaron Donahue, a mogul in the technology world, was my boss, recent stepbrother, and one-time crush. Even though we worked in the same building, our paths rarely crossed. His office suite was situated in the holy lands, also known as the fiftieth floor, while I worked on the first floor, also known as the pits of hell.

  Last year, when I closed my dress design business, my mom arranged a job for me at one of Aaron’s call centers. Twelve months later, I still wore a headset for eight hours a day. My design degree was being put to great use. As soon as I found another job, I was resigning—although, that wasn’t proving easy. Most days after work my mind was so numb, I didn’t have an intelligible thought left. I shouldn’t complain, the call center paid my bills and meant I didn’t have to move in with our newlywed parents. Listening to old people getting it on, no matter how much I loved them, was not how I wanted to spend my evenings.

  “If he wasn’t such a fucking genius,” Marla said. “I’d tell him to stick his job where the sun don’t shine.”

  “Sure you would.” I wiped my hands on a napkin and threw my half-eaten chicken sandwich into the trash. “Whenever our lord and master visits the pits, you and every other woman practically lose their panties along with their intelligence.”

  “This is true.” Marla slumped down in her chair and tapped a pen against her lips. “Even if he is an ass, he’s a sexy ass. Does he have a girlfriend yet? Tell me all the gossip.”

  My forehead furrowed and I stared at her as if she was crazy. “How would I know? The last time I saw him was at our parents’ house a month ago. He barely noticed I was there. It was all he could do to pass me the salt.”

  Our parents were in their early sixties, both had lost their respective partners and both were happy for a second chance at love. By the time Mom met Sam Donahue, she’d been on her own for
almost ten years. It was a head over heels kind of love for both of them. They deserved happiness and each other. Aaron was pleased for his dad—I think—he didn’t say much, but he was always more than polite to my mom and me. Sometimes too polite.

  Marla clicked the end of the pen against her teeth. “Can you put in a good word for me?”

  “Marla, sweetie, I’ve already said we don’t have that kind of relationship. Even if I did, do you think he’d take dating advice from me? I hardly run in his circle of friends.”

  She stuck out her boobs and smiled. “I guess I’ll have to use my own womanly wiles to get him, won’t I?”

  “Good luck with that.” My lunch break was over and my headset beeped signaling an incoming call. “Thank you for calling Storage Solutions Incorporated, this is Skylar, how may I help you?”

  “Sky, it’s Aaron. Can you pop up to my office for a few minutes?”

  My stomach flipped so fast, bile rushed up to my throat. No one from the pits was ever summoned to the holy lands. The fiftieth floor wasn’t somewhere us mere mortals visited. Not even team leaders got to go up there. The twenty-fifth floor was as high as they got.

  “Um, sure. See you in a few.” I logged out of the system and placed my headset into its holder. “Aaron wants to see me. This isn’t good. Did he say anything at the meeting?”

  Marla scrunched up her freckled nose. “No, he didn’t even mention you.”

  Butterflies flitted around my belly. It was one thing seeing him at our parents’ house for Sunday brunch once a month; it was another seeing him in a professional setting. I fluffed my hair—the headset always left it a lifeless brown mess—and strode towards the elevator.

  ****

  After what seemed like seconds, the elevator announced my arrival at the fiftieth floor. Giving my reflection a quick glance in the mirrored doors, I smoothed down my black jacket and skirt and fluffed my hair one more time. I shouldn’t be this nervous. We knew each other outside of work. But, this was different. I was now in his inner sanctum.

  Holding my head high, I strode into a pristine lobby fitted out with black and chrome furniture. Aaron’s cookie-cutter blonde assistant gave me full, red-lipped smile.

  I stopped at her desk. “Hi, I’m Skylar Duncan, Aaron, uh Mr. Donahue, wanted to see me.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” she said without standing up. “I’m Simone. Mr. Donahue said for you to go right in.”

  Before heading into the office, I asked, “Do you know why I’m here?”

  She quirked an eyebrow and smiled, it was warm and somewhat amused. “I’ll let him tell you that.”

  “Okay, thanks.” I hadn’t done anything wrong; I was a good employee. I kept my head down and did my work. No one could accuse me of slacking off or using Aaron as an excuse to take it easy. But, last week, a horrific customer screamed he’d get me fired because I couldn’t restore his deleted files. Did Aaron want to see me because of that? Maybe he was an important customer. No, I shook my head, if I’d pissed off a customer, Marla would have dealt with it, or her boss. Aaron was the boss of all the bosses so dealing with a screw-up by someone on the helpdesk was off his radar.

  Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.

  “Come in.”

  I pushed the heavy wood door open and stepped in. It swished closed behind me. Doing my best to appear professional, I clasped my hands behind my back and strode through what looked more like a loft apartment than an office.

  When I reached his polished desk, I coughed and gave a quick wave. “Hey, Aaron. I’m here…obviously.”

  He looked up from his laptop and smiled. Holy hotness. The mid-afternoon sun shone behind him giving him an ethereal glow, and a perfect smile lit up his face as if he was genuinely pleased to see me. The only other time I saw him in a suit was at the wedding. I thought he looked hot then, but today, in his navy suit, baby-blue shirt, and red tie, he was off the charts. My heart squeezed and my breath caught. It’d taken a long time to get my infatuation with him under control, and this wasn’t helping.

  “Sky, sit down.” He gestured to the seat in front of me.

  Instead of being elegant, I collapsed into the soft leather chair as if I didn’t have bones.

  He leaned back and gave me another panty-melting smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled and two lickable dimples indented his cheeks.

  “I’m going to get right to it and ask you.” He ran his fingers through his pristine black hair. “Will you accompany me to a charity gala tomorrow night?”

  I tilted my head and scrutinized the serious expression on his face, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “A date? Did you just ask me to go out with you?”

  His eyes narrowed and a nerve in his cheek twitched. “Not quite.”

  “Sorry.” I shook my head. “Of course you didn’t. That’s not what I meant. Wrong word choice.” Could I have been any more of an idiot? Aaron Donahue was not the kind of man who asked his stepsister on a date. Our attraction was not mutual and never would be.

  “I need someone who isn’t going to get pissy when I leave them alone to talk business.”

  “Why not go by yourself?”

  That made him laugh, the throaty sound reverberated around the room and somehow burrowed beneath my clothes, hardening my nipples.

  “If I go by myself, do you know how many women will try to get their pointed claws into me?” He regarded me with a teasing smile. His brown eyes drawing me in, speeding up my pulse. “I want you…to go with me.” The way he paused mid-sentence did nothing to slow the beat of my heart. But flirting wasn’t playing fair and wasn’t going to work on me.

  “Flirting? Really? Puppy dog eyes? If you’re desperate enough to flirt with me, I’ll go with you. What time and where?”

  “That wasn’t flirting. When I flirt with you, you’ll know.” Our gazes collided and the dark look in his eyes sent my nerves dancing. He broke contact and cleared his throat. “I’ll send a car, and I’ll open an account for you at Bergdorf’s, get whatever you need.”

  “I don’t want your money. I’m a dress designer remember?”

  “Yes, but sometimes I wonder if you do.”

  I pushed away from my chair and stood. “What does that mean?”

  “Just an observation.” He turned his attention back to his laptop.

  “Am I dismissed, Sir?” There was no hiding my pissed off tone. I was willing to help him out, but he’d flung my failure right in my face. Well, screw him. But I so wanted to go to the gala if only to admire the couture creations the glitterati would wear. Plus, if I wore one of my own designs, perhaps someone would notice and ask me to make something for them.

  Aaron glanced at me. “See you tomorrow.”

  “Bye.”

  As I strode from the office, ideas about what I could make whirled through my brain. I’d made some sketches a few weeks ago for a crimson bondage-style dress that would make the most of my curves. The structured bodice would hold up my boobs and the cinched waist would give me a 1940’s siren look. My fingers itched to pin and sew and I needed to get home ASAP.

  Simone smiled as I walked toward her desk. “I’ve set up your account at Bergdorf’s, if you need any help choosing an outfit, I’m here.”

  “Thanks, but no. I used to design dresses, I mean I still do, but I’ve been out of whack for a while. I know exactly what I’m going to wear.”

  Simone grinned as if pleased with my reply. God knows how many women she’d set up accounts for over the years. They probably loved spending Aaron’s money. Not me. I might live on an overdraft and Ramen noodles, but I wasn’t going to hold out my hand and take charity. It was bad enough being on Aaron’s payroll.

  ****

  “What did the all-powerful and mighty want?” Marla asked when I got back to our shared cubicle.

  I picked up my headset and twirled it around my fingers. “Oh, y’know, he wants me to go to some sort of gala with him tomorrow night.” The way I said it so offhand would piss her o
ff.

  “What?” Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. “You’re going to a fancy-pants gala with Aaron Donahue and you’re sitting here as if it’s no big deal.” She snatched the headset from my hands and threw it onto my desk. “Get your JLo booty out of here. Go get your nails done, your hair. Get every part of your body waxed.”

  “Waxed? Why?”

  “Duh! He asked you to go to an exclusive event. You’re going to have sex with him afterward.”

  “Duh! He’s using me to fend off the society sluts.” It’d been a while since I imagined having sex with Aaron. Well, okay, maybe once or twice last week and last night when I masturbated, but that was it. “I’m not having sex with my…brother.”

  Marla laughed and hoisted me out of my seat. “He’s not your brother, remember? You didn’t even know him until two years ago. Technically, you’re not even related. You can do whatever you want with him, to him, and for him.”

  “Gee, thanks for the permission, Mom.”

  “Oh, I bet he’s all dominant and dirty in bed.” She raised an eyebrow and swatted my butt. “You’d better call me on Sunday morning to tell me every detail. I want to know positions, how many orgasms and if his dick is as big as the gossip columns say.”

  “Eew, gross.” Before Marla changed her mind about allowing me to skip out early, I slung my bag over my shoulder and left Donahue Towers.

  ****

  After pinning my dress together on the sewing mannequin, I worked for most of the night to make sure the dress fitted me perfectly; when I’d finished, it was like a second skin. It showed off my curves while holding my wiggly bits in place. The red fabric complimented my milky skin and brought out the streaks of auburn in my hair. I wasn’t out to impress Aaron; I was out to impress the trust fund clique who could introduce my designs to their world.

  I was an expert on dressing women, choosing clothes that would accentuate their best assets. When I had my business, I’d tried everything to get someone to take me seriously, to look at my designs. But without some substantial work and names I could drop, people didn’t want to know. I ended up making prom dresses and altering wedding gowns. While it was fun, it wasn’t enough to pay my bills. It was either close my business or declare bankruptcy. For weeks after I shut up shop, I hid under the covers wallowing in self-pity, but pretty soon, credit card companies called looking for money.