Stepbrother: Take Me Away

by Tabatha Kiss

  I bite my lip. “They’re beautiful,” I say, my eyes locked on them.

  “Thank you.” He puts his focus back on his desk.

  My eyes glance at the walls, making note of the portraits hung about the studio. Each one features the face of a different woman, all of them stunningly beautiful in various ways. One is your basic blond bombshell with big tits, another a fiery redhead in spandex and goggles. A bald punk rocker with thick lipstick and a nose ring stares back at me as I step across her frame. “Are these yours?” I ask.

  Hamilton glances at the walls. “Yes, I shot those,” he says.

  “They’re gorgeous,” I say.

  He just shrugs his shoulders and continues rummaging through various black cases on his shelf. He holds a small camera in one palm.

  I admire his art for a little longer, staring into the eyes of his women. For a moment, I envy them. I wonder if anyone has ever stared into my eyes with the same sense of wonder.

  The front door of the studio opens and a woman steps inside. “Hamilton, are you here?” She speaks with a thick accent, born of a different land.

  Hamilton looks up and his face erupts into a smile. “Nadia!” he shouts. His voice echoes off the walls as he strides across the floor to greet her with a warm embrace. “Welcome back to America!”

  “And it’s about time, too!” she says. “Let us hope I never have to return to that hell hole my mother chose to birth me in!”

  I glance over to get a good look at her. She has long, jet black hair that could easily graze her buttocks if she dropped her head back far enough. Her dress is red and tight, very tight, and shows off the best features of her lean, but curvy physique. Her red stiletto heels add a few inches to her height, which lingers a few centimeters above Hamilton’s. Based on her thick accent, I assume she’s Russian.

  Hamilton glances in my direction as he pulls away from her hug. “Nadia, this is my stepsister, Jennifer Rhys.”

  She looks over her shoulder and twitches as if she just received a shock. “Oh, I did not know you had company! I did not even see you standing there!”

  “Hello,” I greet nervously.

  “Nadia, Jennifer will be assisting me today. Is that okay with you?” Hamilton asks.

  “Hmm…” Nadia muses. “It’s a little unorthodox, but I do not mind. You know me, Hamilton, I never object to a three way!” She bursts out laughing at her own joke and Hamilton chuckles.

  “Excellent,” he says.

  “I’ll go get ready. You better have my favorite robe laid out,” she warns.

  “I always do,” Hamilton says.

  I watch her walk towards the closet door at the back of the studio. Her hips swish back and forth with each step, a perfect sway of sensuality and confidence.

  The lights dim suddenly and I turn to Hamilton as he opens the shades of his curtains. Sunlight shines in and illuminates the bed against the far wall. He carries his camera with him and sets it on the black trunk at the foot of the bed.

  “Hamilton, what kind of pictures do you take?”

  He turns to me and smiles.

  Before he can answer, Nadia opens the closet door and steps into the room with bare feet. An open blue kimono hangs about her shoulders, barely covering her naked form.

  “Let’s get started, shall we?” she asks.

  ***

  I stand behind Hamilton in the shadows. I can feel the blood rushing to my face and hope that the darkness around me obscures my obvious flushing cheeks. My instincts whisper at me to look away, but I can’t peel my eyes off of Nadia’s enchanting body.

  The kimono lies completely open, draped across her sides as she lays back against the thick headboard. They fixed the bedsheets to appear ruffled and used, the aftermath of a romantic tryst. Her black hair is disheveled. Her nipples stand to attention as she sits spread eagle with her perfectly waxed mound on complete display.

  Hamilton stands over her, moving in and out, his camera constantly clicking to capture each moment.

  “Touch your breasts,” he urges her.

  I bite my lip as I watch him work. Nadia does as she’s told and clenches her thick mountains together with her long fingers.

  “Does this turn you on, Nadia?” he asks.

  “Yes,” she answers. Her hands fall to her belly and she caresses her own body, perfectly aroused by him.

  Hamilton leans back to get a shot of her entire body.

  “Tell me about the last time you were fucked, Nadia,” he says.

  I look at him in shock. My first thought is to chastise him, but I keep my mouth shut and look at Nadia. The sudden request does nothing to offend her. Her mouth curls into a delicious smile as she recalls her memory.

  “Last week…” she coos. “I was discussing my apartment with my landlord.”

  “Describe him,” Hamilton interrupts.

  I find myself taking a quick, uncontrollable step forward to better hear her response.

  “He was tall,” she says. “Shaved, bald head.” Her fingers twitch at her sides. “Thick, brutish muscles.”

  “You fucked him?” Hamilton asks. He pushes in closer to her face as she speaks.

  “Yes,” she answers truthfully.

  “Close your eyes and tell me why,” he demands.

  “He told me I owed him money for breaking a refrigerator, but I spent all my money coming to America.” She smiles. “I offered him a better trade.”

  Hamilton grins behind his camera. His eyes flick up at me for a quick second before returning to Nadia. “Did you like it?”

  “Yes!” she exhales with her eyes still closed. Her fingertips inch towards her open slit.

  “Touch yourself, Nadia,” Hamilton says. “Touch yourself for me.”

  She spreads her legs apart wider and I can clearly see her glistening folds. I bite my lip and find myself taking another step closer to the bed.

  Nadia glides along her throbbing pearl and sighs delicately as she traces small, slow circles around it. “He was so big,” she whispers between her fast breaths.

  “Tell me how he fucked you,” Hamilton says as his shutter finger works repeatedly.

  “He bent me over his desk and tore my panties from my body,” she describes. “Then he forced his way in me. I can still feel his thick root thrusting me.” She moves her fingers faster against her pink clitoris.

  “You liked it,” Hamilton grins.

  “Yes.”

  “You like it rough.”

  “Yes.”

  “You let him treat you like a whore.”

  “Yes!”

  “And you came for him. Didn’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  Sweat breaks on my brow as I watch Nadia squirm on the bed. My heart pounds in my chest. A heated desire brews within me, sitting just out of reach — sitting somewhere I’ve never been allowed to trespass.

  Hamilton changes angles and I see his bulge beneath his belt fighting to break free. “Will you come for me, Nadia?” he asks. “Come for me!”

  Nadia squeals with pleasure as she breaks into orgasm. Her legs wiggles on the shining sheets, her muscles twitching at the breaking point. She continues rubbing herself over and over again, building on her pleasure until she finally stops and sinks deeper into the bed. Hamilton slowly inches around her, catching each moment in time with a simple click of his camera.

  When her eyes finally flick open again, Hamilton is leaning over her with soft eyes. “Nadia,” he says. “That was beautiful.”

  She stretches her arms up until they shake and then drops them back down. “Did you get good shots?” she asks.

  “The best ones yet, I think,” he says.

  “Good!” she says. She pushes herself up and drops her feet onto the floor. “I would expect nothing less from you.” As she stands, she wraps the blue kimono around her and ties it off. Her eyes move towards me and she smiles. “Your brother is the best,” she tells me. “I don’t trust anyone else with these tits!” She squeezes herself and laughs as
she glides back to the closet.

  “Jennifer, are you all right?”

  I blink and look towards the sound of his voice. “Yes,” I say quietly.

  Hamilton pauses and takes a step in my direction. “Are you sure? You look a little…”

  “I’m fine,” I say with a small chuckle.

  “Freaked out,” he continues his thought.

  “I’m fine,” I repeat.

  He sets his camera down on the desk. “If I made you feel uncomfortable here,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

  “No!” I say. “It’s just… I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was so…”

  “Gross? Disturbing? Horrible?” he jokes.

  “Wonderful,” I say. “Sexy. Erotic.”

  “Good,” he says. “That’s what it’s supposed to be.”

  I look around the room once again and stare at the portraits on the walls. “Did you do sessions like that with all these girls?”

  “Yes,” he admits. “With varying poses and props, of course.”

  “I’d love to see them,” I say, shocking even myself.

  “Sure,” he says. He pauses a moment and cracks a smile to one side of his lips. “Or would you like to try it sometime?”

  “Try it?”

  Hamilton gestures to the bed. It takes me a moment before I realize what he means.

  “Oh! You mean… You mean pose for you?”

  “Of course,” he says.

  My cheeks turn pink and I stumble on my words. “I… I don’t think that I can do that...”

  “Why not?” he asks. “You’ve got a nice body. You should show it off.”

  “No,” I say. “No, no. I can’t.”

  “You’re worried about what he’d do,” he says. “Aren’t you?”

  “I’m a married woman, Hamilton. I can’t do things like this.”

  “Because you’re scared of what he’d do.”

  “Because it’s not right!”

  “All right,” he says. “I know better than to argue with a woman when she says no. But the offer still stands.”

  I take a deep breath, hoping the cool air will help chill out my shaking body. My eyes drift back toward the bed once again and I continue to feel a dull rumble deep inside of me.

  Chapter 4

  I breathe a sigh of relief when I return home and see John’s car isn’t in the driveway. It’s just after 6 P.M. and John usually comes home before now. He must be working late.

  I lost track of time at Hamilton’s studio. He let me scroll through his photo sessions with the other models. I found their exquisite beauty so intoxicating. Part of me wanted to continue looking at Hamilton’s work, but I knew that if I wasn’t home when John arrived, it would be tough to explain.

  I have just enough time to throw another pity casserole into the oven when I hear John’s car in the driveway. The purring of the engine never fails to bring a chill to my spine and today is definitely no exception. If he were to find out where I was all day… I can’t even imagine what he’d say or do.

  “Hello, John,” I greet him as he enters the front door.

  He grunts in acknowledgment and says nothing as he passes by me to enter the kitchen.

  “How was work?” I ask. I follow him in and cautiously glance around the room in case I left anything suspicious laying about. This is an old habit of mine. Ever since that day he told me to stop auditioning, he’d scold me if he saw a playbook or a book on acting sitting on the table. Anything related to it usually sets him off.

  “It was fine,” he mutters. “Is there any coffee?”

  “No, I didn’t make any today,” I say. “I can make some for you though.”

  “No coffee?” he asks as he sits down at the table.

  I shrug. “Just wasn’t feeling up to it.” I pour some coffee grounds into the filter.

  He stands and walks over to me. I resist the urge to flinch when he puts his hand across my abdomen. “Do you think…?”

  I smile at him. “No,” I say.

  He drops his hand in disappointment. “Well, we’ll keep trying then.”

  I pour some water into the pot. “Dinner should be ready in fifteen minutes.”

  He lingers behind me. I want to move, but he locks me in place by putting one hand on either side of me, resting his fingers against the counter. “You’re my everything, you know that, right?”

  His warm breath tickles the back of my neck. I can’t help but feel a seductive shiver travel through my body. After what I witnessed today, my body has been balancing on a sexual edge. I long to be touched.

  As if reading my desires, John places a hand on my back. The tips of his fingers travel downward, hovering above my skin like goosebumps. I have a sensitive back and John knows it. I can’t pull away from him now.

  “You’re a beautiful woman,” he whispers in my ear. His lips graze my neck and I find myself leaning backwards. “You’re my beautiful wife…”

  He kisses my neck. My lips part slightly as I exhale a breath of pleasure. His hands clench my body, keeping a firm pressure as he feels me up. His desire is strong this evening. I usually play along, but today, I don’t feel the need to.

  Hamilton’s photos pop into my mind, igniting a fire within me. The redheaded woman is my favorite. The photo session progressed from her in a skin-tight spandex suit to her removing it piece-by-piece, exposing her wonderfully sculpted body. Hamilton said that she begged for him to fuck her during the session, but he refused in order to capture her the most sexually painful expressions.

  “I never sleep with my models,” Hamilton told me. “It’s tempting at times, but I like to keep my subjects pure.”

  “Not even Nadia?” I teased.

  “Especially not Nadia! She’d eat me alive.”

  I’ve never in my life spoken to anyone so openly about sex. I was raised in a home where that kind of stuff just wasn’t talked about. Hamilton was, too. So it surprised me in the best of ways when he revealed his work to me. It turns me on more than anything ever has when I think about it.

  I turn around and look up in John’s eyes. My body vibrates with his touch, pulling me in closer. His lips attack my own and we exchange multiple kisses before I pull away for air.

  “We’ll keep trying,” John says to me. “Tonight.”

  I bite my inner cheek in a futile attempt at keeping my desires at bay. “Sure,” I say.

  ***

  I have Hamilton’s sessions on my mind as John grinds inside of me. I buck my hips to meet each of his thrusts, every time focusing on the memory of another photo.

  The women’s faces. So full of ecstasy, fueled by Hamilton’s erotic words. I can hear his voice, urging me on as he did for Nadia.

  “You like having that big dick inside of you?”

  “Tell me how it feels.”

  “Tell me that you like being his slut.”

  I moan loudly and pull John’s naked body closer to mine. He grunts as he slides his hard manhood in and out and me with ease. In the past, I spent this time pretending. I’m not proud of it. I’m not happy about it. Tonight, is very, very different. My pleasure builds more and more with each of his fast thrusts.

  “This feels so good, Jennifer,” John moans.

  I hear his words, but not with his voice. Hamilton continues to talk dirty to me as I see the busty blond with a leather whip in one hand. Her feet are shackled together and her thick, red lips blow me a kiss.

  I tighten my grip on his body and roll over, keeping his cock deep inside me as I move to straddle him. His eyes go wide with surprise. I dig my nails into his chest and ride him, feeling his long dick caress my insides.

  “You want this, don’t you?” he groans with a laugh.

  My head falls back. I grind on him, pushing myself deeper into pleasurable madness.

  “Want me to fill you up, Jennifer?”

  I bounce on him harder, milking his cock. I moan loudly, unable to speak coherent words, but he understands my intent.

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nbsp; “I’ll fill you…” He places his hands on my hips and bucks me up and down. His stiff rod pounds against my inner walls and I can’t help but scream at the ceiling.

  I tense with pure delight as an orgasm crushes me. My inner muscles squeeze tightly around him, twitching wildly as my body does the same.

  John’s face smiles with delight as he watches me ache from sexual pleasure. It’s too much for him to handle and I feel him fill me with his warm desire.

  I collapse onto the bed. My entire body buzzes with life. A subtle twitch still rocks my body, like being struck by tiny bolts of lightning. I haven’t felt this revved up since my wedding night and a hefty amount of celebratory alcohol played a decent factor in that.

  I feel John roll over and place several kisses on my shoulders. “I’m going to get some water,” he says.

  He slides off the bed, leaving me there in my anguish. I don’t hear him come back to bed. I can feel his love seeping out my spent slit as I drift off to sleep.

  ***

  I watch John as he leaves for work. He holds a long smile on his face. It’s the happiest I’ve seen him in quite some time.

  Me, on the other hand. I woke up feeling warped in some way. I can’t break the tension in my mind, the burden of guilt hot on my shoulders.

  A dark cloud settles over me as I embrace it. It feels as though for the past five years, I’ve worn a mask. This morning, the mask was gone. I can breathe again. I can see clearly now. Temptation made itself known to me last night. I felt pleasure that I never believed possible in my marital bed. I had given up.

  But Hamilton has set me free.

  As soon as John’s car is out of the neighborhood, I pick up my phone and call Hamilton.

  I ask for him to schedule me an appointment.

  Chapter 5

  “Take your time,” Hamilton says.

  He steps out of the closet and leaves me be while I look for something to wear. Hamilton has an amazing assortment of costumes for his clients, most of them stunning pieces of expensive lingerie. I chuckle as I inspect the rack full of leather dominatrix outfits, complete with whips and ball gags. But that stuff isn’t my style.