Stepbrothers Stepping Out
With His SEAL Team
Delilah Devlin
Copyright © 2016 Delilah Devlin
Kindle Edition
When Sara’s stepbrother surprises her with an early return from a mission, he brings two of his Navy SEAL teammates along…
Note: This original 7200-word short story may be short in length, but it’s not short in passion!
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From the Author
To those of you who’ve read me before—hello, friends! To new readers, welcome to my world!
As you’ll discover, I tend to bounce around in different genres, from contemporary to historical to paranormal to sci-fi—all are very sexy, so be warned. I also write in many lengths from short story to full-length novel. If you can’t tell, I love to write. And when a story is fast, it’s short. If my characters need more pages, well, you get the picture.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
About the Book
From the Author
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team
About Delilah Devlin
Delilah’s Uncharted SEALs series
More Short Stories by Delilah Devlin
Stepbrothers Stepping Out:
With His SEAL Team
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“Baby, ready to get down and dirty? I’m gonna make you so wet…”
I didn’t have to fake my enthusiastic, “Oh, please, daddy. I’ve been waiting so long for your call…” Andrew was one of my regulars, and thankfully, all he ever wanted was straight up, shared masturbatory sex with just a touch of domination. After “spanking” the old man whose wife thought he was sick because he couldn’t get it up unless he was punished, and stroking the ego of a dude with a whiny voice who claimed to be hung like donkey, but who likely had a teeny weenie, I was ready to have some fun.
Just one of the perks of my new job. I blew out a deep breath. “Lord, it’s hot in here.” I fanned myself, something he couldn’t see, but which helped me make the roleplaying real.
“Maybe you should take something off…”
“Mmm…” I glanced down at my thin tank and cotton shorts. They didn’t exactly fit the fantasy we were about to enact. “You caught me just as I stepped out of my shower, daddy. I took a cold one.” I pulled my shirt over my head, careful not to jostle my headset, then walked to the sink. I turned on the faucet, letting cool water run over my fingers. Then I stroked the water over the tops of my breasts. I rubbed away the moisture with my castoff shirt. “Oh!” I gasped. “I can’t stand it when a towel scrapes my nipples.”
“Are they aroused?” he asked, his voice deepening.
“Into tight little points. Umm… My towel hurts,” I said, injecting some little girl crankiness into my tone. “Wish someone was here to lick them dry.”
He groaned then chuckled. “Let me help. How about you do exactly what I tell you?”
As he continued, telling me how much he loved it when I “minded” him, I walked to a dinette chair, slid off my shorts, and sat, spreading my thighs. Sure, we were only role-playing, but I liked to add a touch of realism, liked to come—if the dude wasn’t totally disgusting. Tips were generally bigger when my callers really believed their exceptional prowess made me come. And Andrew had taught me from his first call that he could tell when I faked an orgasm.
“Mmm…” I said, tossing back my hair and letting my eyelids drift downward. The better to forget where I was, the fact I was alone. “I’m sitting now, on a hard chair, my legs spread wide. Tell me, daddy. Tell me how you want it.”
“Move that ass to the edge of your chair,” he said in his deep, graveled tone.
He had a nice voice. I liked imagining he was young and handsome. Closing my eyes, I scooted to the edge then leaned back against the spokes of the chair. “I’m there. Right at the edge. Do you like it?”
The sound of him drawing a deep breath hummed in my ear. “Baby, I love your smell.”
“I didn’t use any perfume, just like you like it.”
“Did you shave?”
“No, daddy. I know you like to pull my hair.”
“Can’t wait. I’m rubbing my face in your pussy, getting your juices all over my mouth and chin.”
I rubbed the flat of my palm over my pussy, pushing at the top of my folds to put pressure on my clit. “Your face is soaked. Gonna lick me now?”
“Don’t get ahead of me.”
“Sorry, daddy. I’ll be good.” Already, I could hear him stroking himself, the slick sounds coming at only a moderate pace. “Tell me what to do,” I said, my voice thin and mewling. Not a stretch because my pussy throbbed.
“I’m sticking two fingers inside you and swirling, pumping them in and out, like I want to fuck your pussy.”
I pushed two fingers inside me. “I’m rocking against them, loving the way your fingers reach so deep. Fuck, I’m wet. Can you feel how wet?”
The slick sounds quickened. “Uh-uhn, baby. I’m pulling out. Don’t want you coming too fast.”
I rolled my eyes. No way would I come faster than him. But I pulled out.
“Now…” The smacks of his hand choking his cock grew louder, faster. “Now, I’m spanking it. One, two, three. Baby, count for me.”
I liked this, him telling me what to do, him listening to me as I spanked my wet pussy and counted. I made sure the slaps were sharp so he could hear, and soon, the stinging heat worked its magic. My pussy tightened and burned, and I squirmed on my seat, my arms pushing my boobs together. As I spanked, I slid on my chair, my bottom so wet now I glided effortlessly forward and back. “Oh, I want some of that cock. Please, daddy, give me that great big cock.”
“Spread wider. Get ready.”
He made a grunting sound. His strokes came so quick, I couldn’t keep my slaps moving in time with his.
“Almost…there.” He groaned.
I forgot about pleasing him. I was close, too. I forked my fingers at the top of my folds and pulled upward, exposing my clit. I slicked my fingertips with spit then rubbed vigorously on my distended little nub. “Daddy, tell me. Tell me when.”
I heard those noises, the ones that weren’t so sexy, of him squeezing out a moan as his hand stilled.
“I’m rubbing my come all over your pussy,” he said, his voice sounding strained.
I made a face he’d never see, scrunching my nose in disgust. “Thank you, daddy.”
The session was over. I s
tilled my hands and let my pussy cool.
“Your service says you’ll be away for a few days.”
The bastard didn’t even bother to ask me whether I’d come. Breathing hard, I placed my hands on my thighs. I’d end the call quickly, and then take care of my own orgasm. I’d sailed past my mandatory four minutes, which meant every second of our conversation would put money in the bank. Something I needed to hold up my end of the mortgage.
“Mariska’s hot. I like her a lot,” I said, forcing breathiness into my tone. “She’ll treat you right. Maybe when I come back, we could do a three-way?”
He grunted. Static crackled for a second. He must have been changing hands. One was probably cramped. “Maybe you could give me your real phone number. I could call you, and we could skip the whole middle man. I’d send you money.”
Inwardly, I groaned. Next, he’d ask me for a date. A real date. But I didn’t need a boyfriend. Even one who wasn’t completely skeevy on the phone.
I ended the call as quickly as I could then stood. Before I had a chance to let the service know I needed a break, my headphone beeped again. Sighing my frustration, I touched the earpiece, connecting with the call. “Hello, this is Demi Dix.”
I heard a snort behind me at the same time a voice in my ear, said, “Demi, honey. I love your voice. Would you talk to me while I fuck Veronica?”
I heard the words, but alarm shot through me. I wasn’t alone. I spun and lost my balance. As I reached out to catch the side of the table, arms slid around me from behind—arms bearing a tattoo in grays and black. I squealed.
The sound of the caller hanging up didn’t really register. I turned inside Hunter’s embrace and hopped up, winding my legs around his waist, and kissed his cheek, his jaw, his nose…his mouth.
But he drew back his head sharply. “The headset,” he bit out.
“Oh!” I reached up, tore it off, then tossed it toward the table. It slid across the top and fell to the floor, but I didn’t care. Hunter was home.
Only, he didn’t seem as happy to see me as I was to see him. His eyebrows were lowered, and his cheeks were flushed.
“How long have you been home?” I asked in a small voice.
“Long enough to watch you spanking yourself with your new boyfriend on the other end of the line. And to hear you take another call. Who the fuck are these guys, and why the fuck are you calling yourself Demi Dix?”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Oh shit,” I said, then bent to hide my face against his shoulder, because he didn’t look as though he had much of a sense of humor at the moment.
A throat cleared. Not Hunter’s. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I popped up to peer over Hunter’s shoulder at the two men standing in the doorway. Both grinning so wide, I knew why Hunter was so pissed. “Um, I can explain.”
His buddies, Marco and Payton, waggled their eyebrows.
“Just forget we’re here,” Marco said, his tone sly.
As if I could. Three well-muscled SEALs were standing in my tiny kitchen. How the hell had I missed their arrival? Oh yeah, I’d been trying to come…
Not that being caught naked fazed me much. These two had been frequent visitors to our home and had walked in a few times when Hunter and I were getting it on—ostensibly to complain about the noise, but most likely so they could get an eyeful. Something neither Hunter nor I minded all that much. Still, I was glad that my breasts and pussy were pressed against Hunter’s body.
Hunter growled and smacked my ass. “What the fuck, Sara?”
Right about then, my body reminded me that my sexy stepbro was the man holding me—his hands on my ass, the thick ridge of his cock pushing against my pussy. “Can we talk later?” I gave him a weak smile and waved to the boys. “Welcome home. Yay?” And then I frowned. “You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow.”
“I lied.”
“Were you trying to catch me cheating?”
His jaw tightened. “I was trying to surprise you. Who the hell is daddy?”
I shrugged, cringing as I said, “No one important.”
“You invited him to have a three-way with you and some Mariska chick.”
I gave him a frown and a pout. “Are you jealous? I thought you said you didn’t want me thinking we were a thing, just ’cause we fuck.”
His friends grunted. Both were leaning against the kitchen counters, brawny arms crossed over their chests as they watched.
“I didn’t think you’d start seeing anyone else.”
My headset beeped, drawing my gaze.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled.
“I have to answer it. I’m still on the job. I haven’t signed out.”
A shudder rippled through his frame. “That douche was a job?”
Funny, he didn’t look any happier hearing I wasn’t actually dating Andrew. “He gives great tips.”
Marco cleared his throat. “Sara, you better explain quick before he has a stroke.”
As the reason for Hunter’s tension suddenly became clear, I widened my eyes. “You think I’m a prostitute?”
Hunter’s fierce slate-gray eyes narrowed, but he drew a deep breath. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”
“Well, I’m not a whore.” Didn’t he remember how long it took for me to give it up to Danny Lasko in high school?
“Who. Is. Daddy?”
His anger wasn’t having the chilling effect it should have. For some reason, the redder his face grew, the hotter I got. I twirled a ringlet of my hair and cleared my throat. The thing I’d hoped to keep from him was about to explode like an IED in my face.
Damn, why couldn’t he have come home the next day like he’d said? “Daddy is Andrew. He likes me to call him daddy when he’s being bossy. He’s one of my callers.”
“A gentleman caller?” Marco asked, his mouth twitching.
I gave him a blistering glare. Not helping, I mouthed. Hunter’s hand landed hard on one cheek. “A client!” I yelped. Then I turned my face toward Hunter again. His gaze was so dark, I dipped my chin to avoid it. “He’s just a…client.”
“He bosses you around…and you call him daddy…”
I wrinkled my nose as I glanced up at his dark frown. “You’re really fixated on that name.”
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath.
His buddies laughed.
I guessed that he’d had about all the teasing he could take. I lifted my shoulders and gave him The Smile—the one he said sucked the wind out of his anger every time. “I have a new job. Surprise.”
Hunter let loose a string of curses then walked with me to the chair I’d abandoned and settled there. As soon as his hands left my ass, he closed them around my forearms and gave me a little shake. “What the hell is going on, Sara?”
I sighed. I really didn’t want to go into all the deets about how I’d lost my receptionist job, or about the fact I’d been too worried to tell him I needed a little financial help to keep up my end of our arrangement. Fact was, if he knew the doctor I’d worked for had been hitting on me, he’d probably break his neck. With his bare hands.
A little lie would save a lot of hassle. “I quit my old job. And I found a way to work from home. I save on gas, don’t have to wear makeup, or get dressed.” I rubbed my naked breasts against the black tee stretched across his broad chest. “And I set my hours.”
“What exactly are you doing?”
“I’m a…phone actress,” I said it in a small voice, because I knew he wasn’t going to be pleased.
“You’re a phone sex operator?” he said, his voice rising?
“Damn,” Marco muttered, adjusting himself. “Which service? I wonder if I’ve ever talked to you.”
Payton reached out and smacked Marco’s belly with the back of his hand. “Shut up. He might forget we’re here.”
Hunter wore that black look. The one that said he was counting to ten before he spoke.
I bit my tongue and waited, not wanting to add mo
re kerosene to the fire. He had to get his head wrapped around what he’d walked into.
“You’re working phones. Talking to assholes while they jerk off. Why the hell were you…” He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Why were you, doing that in the kitchen?”
I gave a little shrug, then let my shoulders slump. “Daddy was my third call. The first two were pretty gross. Andrew at least gives great phone sex. It was just a little stress relief. And getting involved helps make my performance…real.” I said the last bit wincing, because he was glaring hard again.
“Do you have any idea how dangerous this could get? What if they wanted to meet you? What if one of them figures out where you live?”
“The calls all come through the switchboard, and the service provides my phone. No way is it connected to me or my address. It’s perfectly safe.”
“You’re quitting.”
I sat still for a moment then smacked his chest. “You are not telling me what to do.”
His gray eyes narrowed to slits. “You liked it well enough when daddy told you what to do.”
“You don’t have to get nasty. I like this job. I earned more my first week on the phone than I did in a month at Dr. Perez’s office.”
“You don’t need the fucking money. I’ll take care of the bills.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and pulled a mulish frown. “I like making my own money.”
“You can go back to school. You’ll earn better money when you’re through.”
“I hate school. You know that. I didn’t last a semester.”
“Do it online, seeing as you like to be home,” he seethed. “And you won’t have to wear any fucking clothes.”
Marco and Payton chuckled.
At last, Hunter’s face swung toward his buddies. “You get enough of an eyeful?”
“I’m hoping she’ll say something more about that three-way,” Marco said, then held up his hands. “Your sister’s hot.”
“She’s not my sister.”
“Yeah,” Payton said, smacking Marco again. “They’re steps. No blood. We got that. Just doesn’t seem fair…” He shook his head as his gaze roamed over every exposed inch of my skin.
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