Nine Steamy Step Stories

by Lilian St. James

  “What?” I jerked away from his touch. “But… you dropped out of college. You live thousands of miles away. You did that to get away from me? I don’t understand.”

  “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this.” He tunneled his fingers through his messy hair. “You were growing up too fast and so beautiful. My last visit home, I spent more time jacking off to thoughts of you than was healthy.”

  His confession shook me to the core. “W-what are you saying, Noah?”

  “You drive me insane. It was either get as far away from you as I could or spill my guts and tell you how I felt. I wasn’t ready to do that. I was confused and unsure. I was a coward so I ran. But now I’m here and I’m telling you how I feel.”

  I strode into the sitting room and clutched the back of the plaid sofa to stop my boneless body from sagging to the floor. “When? How?”

  “It’s hard to pinpoint.” He sauntered toward me as if he hadn’t just dropped an earthshattering bombshell. “One weekend the way you smiled at me changed everything. I saw how beautiful you were. Your body. The way your hips swung when you walked. The way your tits jiggled when you laughed. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He brushed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, dragging the skin. “I don’t want you to change.” He glided his hands down my chest and pressed them against my breasts. My breaths came hard and fast. His pupils dilated, blackening his eyes. “I love every perfect part of you.” He swiped the tips of his fingers over my hard nipples. “It kills me that you’re starving yourself to fit into some stupid stereotype.”

  “How can you want me? I’m disgusting. Everyone thinks so.”

  “Who? Has anyone actually said you’re disgusting?”

  “Not disgusting, no. But the names they call me, they’re—”

  “You’re sexy as fuck and everything I want, and I’m going to spend this weekend showing you just that.” He moved forward, lowered his head and feathered kisses all over my face. “And another thing, I’m your prom date.”

  “But you’re my stepbrother. You can’t be my date. People will—”

  “Stepbrother. We’re not blood related.”

  “You used to babysit me.” Excitement at the forbidden things he suggested surged through my blood. “People will talk. Mom and Dad—”

  “Mom and Dad will be fine. And, whatever, let people talk. Like I give a shit.”

  “You’re leaving soon to go back to the rigs…”

  “Texas has some great colleges—come with me.”

  Possible scenarios whirled around my brain, but I shook my head. “I’ve already been accepted to…” I couldn’t, could I? Could I go to college in Texas? No one would know us there. We could be anonymous, have a relationship without people talking or staring or questioning. He trailed his fingers lower and pushed up the hem of my t-shirt. Oh, God, the touch of his skin on mine sent shockwaves of sensation racing through me.

  “No more baggy clothes.” He twanged the waistband of my sweatpants against my skin. “And no more sweatpants. Show the world what you have. I want everyone to see how wonderful and sexy you are.” He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me, stealing my breath and my heart.

  Small moans tumbled from my lips. The only other time someone had kissed me was during a game of spin-the-bottle in sixth grade. It was slimy and smelly and sickening. The way Noah kissed me was none of those things. It was soft and sexy and sensual. My heart kicked so hard against my ribcage it left me lightheaded.

  Noah stepped away. “I’m going to undress you and you’re going to let me see every beautiful inch of your body.”

  My mouth dropped open. No one had ever seen me naked. I could barely even look at myself naked. I bit my lip and chewed. “I can’t.”

  Chapter Three

  “You can.” He inched up my t-shirt and, before I could stop him, he whipped it over my head. Unable to look at him, I focused my gaze on the years of scratches covering the wood-paneled walls. What if I disgusted him? What if he laughed, repulsed by what he saw?

  “So fucking beautiful. Stunning.” The reverence in his words made me want to drop to my knees and worship at the altar of Noah.

  With shaking fingers, I moved my hands behind my back, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. Under his focused scrutiny, my nipples puckered to tight points.

  “Look at you.” He cupped his hands around my heavy breasts. He lifted them to his mouth and swirled his tongue over one nipple and then the other. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the wicked sensations.

  “Watch me when I touch you. See how much I enjoy it. See how much you turn me on.” I opened my eyes and gazed at him. His eyes glazed with what I could only call desire. I moaned and bit my lip to hold everything back.

  “It’s okay, Soph. Let me hear you. Do you like it?”

  I nodded. “So much.” Under his experience touch, my body trembled. I more than liked it. I was seconds from pinning him to the floor. My pussy walls contracted and vibrated, and excitement soaked my panties.

  Noah stepped away from me and began to undress. He kicked off his shoes then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Six months on the rigs did wonders for my once pale stepbrother. Golden skin covered muscles chiseled from steel. He shucked down his jeans and boxers in one go and kicked them to the side. Holy hell. I did that to him? My mouth gaped open like a fish gasping for air. This was the first time I’d seen a cock in real life. I’d seen pictures online but nothing like Noah. He was big and wide and gorgeous.

  “This is what you do to me.” He wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked, beading the tip with droplets of pre-cum. I unconsciously licked my lips and my nipples hardened almost painfully. He continued to stroke and my palms curled wanting, needing, to touch him.

  “Come here,” he rasped.

  With small, unsure steps I moved toward him. I reached out to touch but before I did, I snatched my hand away.

  “Touch me, Soph.” His words were brittle and almost pained.

  “I don’t know how.”

  He reached for my hand and guided it to his cock. Tentatively, I curled my fingers around his thickness.

  “That’s it, baby, up and down nice and slow.”

  The feel of him in my hand wobbled the world. My pulse thrummed and my breath came fast and ragged. Moisture beaded from the tip of his cock and I licked my lips again.

  “Can I taste you? Would that be okay?” I’d never touched a man before never mind had one in my mouth, but I instinctively knew I had to taste him.

  “You can taste any part of me you want to,” he said and chuckled.

  Without hesitation, I sank to my knees and examined every vein and every ridge on his shaft. I didn’t think men could look so yummy. I’d always thought cocks were ugly, not something I’d be in awe of. I was so wrong. Leaning forward I captured his flared head between my lips, and at that first taste, a moan slid from my throat.

  “Jesus,” he grated. He didn’t rush me, or slam into me, he kept his movements slow and controlled.

  I moved my mouth lower.

  “That’s it, baby, deeper.”

  Moaning, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.

  “God, Soph.” He looped my hair through his fingers, his thigh muscles tensed and shook and I could tell holding back took everything he possessed.

  Taking a deep breath, I sucked him deeper. A pained rumble sounded in his chest.

  “You’re killing me. Fucking killing me.” He pulled from my lips with an audible pop. “If you keep doing that, you’ll spoil all of my plans.”

  “I’m sorry. Did I do it wrong? I’ve never done anything like that, not before.” I lowered my eyes.

  “No, baby, what you did was just right, but I don’t want to come in your mouth. When I come, I want it to be inside of you.”

  My heart leaped so hard I thought it would burst right out of my chest.

  “Get up here.” Noah helped me onto my feet. He p
ushed my sweatpants down, but not my panties. “Time to get those ugly sweatpants of yours off.” He inhaled sharply. “A red, lacey thong. I like it.”

  Not daring to move, I stood stone still. Noah dropped to his knees until his mouth was in line with my pussy.

  “Heaven.” He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the flimsy material. I whimpered and my hips bucked forward. A rumble sounded in his chest. “You like that?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  He tapped the tip of his tongue against my throbbing clit, teasing me.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

  He chuckled against my sensitive flesh, the sound vibrating through my body. Leaning back, I pressed my butt against the back of the sofa and inched my crotch toward him, silently begging for more. He hooked his fingers into my panties and shimmied them down my legs and off my feet.

  “Spread your legs.” I widened my stance. With gentle fingers, Noah peeled open my drenched folds and inhaled. “Delectable.” He circled his tongue over my throbbing clit. Tension coiled low in my stomach demanding release.

  “Have you ever masturbated? Pleasured yourself?”

  I shook my head, and my body flushed at my total inexperience. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried, but anytime I did, the sensations always got too much so I stopped.

  “This will be your first orgasm?”

  “Yes.” I nodded frantically. But I wasn’t sure if I could take the sweet, intense feelings currently assaulting my senses. “I’m not sure I can,” I gasped.

  “Your body tells me you can.”

  He slid his fingers along the dampness coating my inner thighs and back and forth along my folds. The world shook and I closed my eyes concentrating on what he did to me.

  “So damn wet.”

  He slid a finger around the edge of my opening. I strained for him to enter me. For him to touch me where no one ever had. I cried out in frustration, my fingers digging into the back of the sofa. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid the tip of his finger inside me.

  “So fucking tight. So, so fucking tight.”

  He moved his finger in and out taking me to God knows where before hauling me back. My entire being was a swirling mass of want and need.

  “Take a slow, deep breath.” Noah slid a second finger into my warmth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  “Noah, please.”

  “Please what?”

  I didn’t know what I was asking him please for. I just knew it was something I wanted something I craved more than anything in this world.

  “Please…more.”

  He slid his fingers inside before dragging them out, and using his thumb he flicked my clit back and forth. His thrusts got harder and faster and my hips moved in time with his movements. My chest rose and fell. I reached for my nipples and pinched. My whole body convulsed and it was all I could do to stay cognizant. Everything vanished sending me to Nirvana. My pussy convulsed and quivered violently around his skillful fingers and arousal dripped from me soaking his hand. Brutal spasms tore through my body.

  The release was everything I thought I’d never experience. If all orgasms felt like that, I wanted an infinite number. When I came back down, I gazed at Noah. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

  “Fuck, Sophie. You just about blew my mind.”

  I gasped for breath. “I blew your mind? Are you for real?”

  He kissed his way up my trembling body until he reached my mouth where he kissed me long and hard.

  With a shaky breath, I took his hand and led him to my ground-floor bedroom.

  Chapter Four

  “Lie on the bed, Sophie. Spread your legs for me show me how beautiful you are.” Noah’s voice was dark and sexy and told me precisely what I did to him. He stood at the end of the bed and watched every movement I made. I lay down, rested my head on a pillow, and, closing my eyes, I did as he asked.

  “Open your eyes, Soph, I want you to see everything you do to me.” Unable to resist what he wanted, I opened my eyes. Awe covered his face and his cock dipped in reaction to my nakedness. I did this to him. Me. Desire thundered through me. My pussy walls clenched wanting, needing, him inside of me. Noah’s gaze settled on my face. A moan resounded from his chest and he crawled onto the bed.

  “I have to have you. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He swept his hands up the insides of my legs until he reached my wet folds where he skimmed his thumbs up and down. I strained toward him urging him to enter me.

  “Noah,” I cried out. I grasped the comforter and balled it between my fingers. The need to climax burned my insides. The rare times I had touched myself it hadn’t felt like this. Not as intense. Not as perfect. He sucked my clit into his warm mouth and keeping his eyes locked on mine, he devoured me.

  “Oh, God. Oh, Noah. Ohmigod.”

  He lapped and sucked hard, torturing me, bringing me to the precipice but not allowing me to fall. I’d read about men going down on women. But never did I imagine it would feel so all-encompassing. I raked my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, demanding more from him. Waves of pleasure washed over me gaining intensity with every small movement. Before I lost it, he removed his mouth.

  “No, please, Noah, please don’t stop.”

  “I have no intention of stopping. Not ever.”

  He kissed his way up my body, sliding his hands over my curves until he reached my breasts. He gathered them in his hands and lowered his head to my distended nipples. He brushed his stubbled jaw over each tight bud until they screamed with hypersensitivity. Whimpers and moans continued to fall from my lips. I didn’t try to stop the sounds of my delight. I wanted him to hear and see exactly what he did to me.

  He released my breasts and worked his way up to my mouth and kissed me with a fevered passion. The taste of my musky excitement coated his lips. I kissed him back with a ferocious hunger. Our teeth crashed, our tongues fought. I writhed beneath him moaning, begging him to take me. Not caring if I hurt him or drew blood, I dug my fingernails into his back.

  He hissed out a curse and nudged the head of his cock against my swollen clit. Everything about this situation was surreal. For fifteen years, we’d been part of each other’s lives. And yet here I was naked in bed with him aroused beyond all belief.

  “Noah, make love to me,” I murmured against his lips.

  “Patience.” He continued to nudge the hot, wet tip of his cock against my clit pushing me to the point of insanity. He interweaved his fingers with mine and held me against the mattress. Sweat beaded on his forehead and concentration warped his face. Holding back was killing him.

  All feelings of vulnerability vanished. I was in control. If Noah wanted confident, if Noah wanted someone who accepted herself, he had her.

  “Take me Noah,” I demanded. “Take me now.” He released my fingers, reached down and curved his hands around my thighs, hooking them around his back. But he still didn’t enter me. I clawed at his back, scraping my fingers up and down his corded muscles.

  “Do you know how many nights I imagined this very scenario?” he whispered. “I imagined fucking you, taking you hard, hearing you scream my name, driving you to insanity.”

  The dirty rasp in his words was enough to send me over the edge. The world imploded until there was nothing but sensation on top of sensation. Arousal flowed from me, dripping down my thighs onto the mattress.

  “Noah, please.” My cries became hysterical sobs.

  A tidal wave of arousal sucked me under and I screamed like a woman possessed. Then…then…he inched inside of me widening my channel. There was no pain only burning pleasure. My pussy walls tightened around his cock, massaging his length, squeezing him hard.

  “Baby, you’re going to kill me you’re so fucking tight.”

  I hooked my legs around him, anchoring my feet on his lower back. He slid deeper. Curses flew from his mouth as he eased into me.

  “I want you to come for me again. I want you to come on my cock.”

  “I don�
�t think I can,” I sobbed.

  “Sophie, you can. Reach down and touch yourself.”

  Could I do that? Could I touch myself in front of him?

  “Now, Sophie.”

  With a shaking hand, I reached between my legs and touched my fingers off my aching clit. Electricity shot through my veins jolting my body. Never had I felt so fragile. Never had I felt so sexy, so desired. Everything about Noah made me feel delicate and wanted and loved and needed and cherished. When I imagined my first time, I didn’t once imagine it would be with my stepbrother. I always thought it would be with someone I didn’t love in the back of a truck down some dirt road. This was beyond every fairytale I envisioned for my life.

  Shuddering moans fell from my mouth. Another climax built deep inside demanding release. With every thrust, Noah’s cock grew thicker, his groans and grunts deeper, darker. The pressure grew so intense I recklessly rubbed my fingers over my clit. This orgasm would blow my mind.

  White heat flared within me signaling my impending release. I rolled my head from side to side and closed my eyes, screaming and pleading with him to never stop. He thrust hard and deep taking me to paradise.

  “Fuck, Sophie, I’m going to come.”

  “Yes,” I sobbed. “Come inside me. Let me feel you.”

  On a choked growl, Noah released everything he had. He fucked me hard and fast with a wanton desire. The room blurred and another round of blinding spasms wracked me pulling me under.

  When neither of us could give anymore, I opened my eyes and gazed at his face. His gray eyes glistened with love and desire, and showed me everything he had said about me being beautiful was true. My body trembled beneath his, wanting him again.

  “You’re mine, Sophie. I’m never going to let you go.” He rolled off me and flopped onto his back, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “I love you.”

  His words temporarily stunned me. I pushed myself up on my elbow and studied his face. My heart soared at the warm and loving look I found there, but part of me still needed reassurance. “So you mean it? You really love me and don’t care what people think.”