by Unknown
“Are you hard?” she whispered in his ear, putting her hands on his shoulders, feeling them bunch up at the question. He swallowed and attempted to answer but she interrupted him. “Do I make you hard?”
“Yeah… but…”
“Shhh.” She moved around in front of him, pressing a finger to her lips. “It's better when you're hard. It'll make things easier that way.”
“Things? What make?” He stared at her, garbled words tumbling from his mouth. “How to make it easier?”
“If I'm going to shave you…” She knelt down in front of him, unbuckling his belt. “It's easier when you're hard.”
He didn’t say anything as she unzipped his pants. His cock struggled beneath the fabric of his underwear. She pulled down his pants and underwear in one big jerk and he lifted his hips to let her. Gavin's cock smacked against his ridged belly.
“Been thinking about me?”
“All the time,” he confessed, his voice low as he looked down at her, kneeling naked between his thighs.
“Me too.” She met his gaze, putting everything she felt into her eyes, hoping he could see it. Was he thinking about all the times he’d watched her? The last time? She was, remembering the look in his eyes while she watched him climax.
“So you want to… uh… shave me?”
“That’s the least of what I want to do.” She grinned, moving her hands up his bare thighs. “But that’s where we’re going to start. You ready for that?”
“Uh… I guess…” He swallowed.
“You’re going to have to trust me.” Her hands had reached his crotch, but she didn’t touch his cock. Her fingers moved through the thick thatch of dark hair at the base. “Do you trust me?”
“Yeah.” He nodded slowly, watching her fingers move through his pubic hair. “I do.”
“You’re going to like it.” She reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to her pussy as she knelt up fully between his thighs. “See how it feels?”
“Fuck, Sasha.” His throat clicked as he swallowed. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how smooth it is when it’s shaved.” She gave him a coy smile. “And I need you really hard for this. I thought, feeling my pussy might do it. And I was right. Look at how I make you swell up.”
The head of his cock bobbed against his hills and valleys of his abdomen. It was sticky at the tip with precum. She could smell his musk and she longed to taste him, but she held back. Not yet. Not quite yet. She had to let it sink in that this was real, for both of them. And she wanted to know, without a doubt, that he wanted her too.
Sasha moved her hand away from her mound, but Gavin’s fingers stayed there, strayed there, his face pained and aghast as they slipped through her slippery folds. He met her eyes, his finger curling slowly, sliding inside.
“Sasha, we can’t…” he breathed, but his finger moved deeper, making her shift and let out a little breath. It felt so good it made her knees shake.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, putting her hands on his shoulders, rocking her pelvis with the rhythm of his fingers—two now—moving in and out of her pussy. “I want to. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, voice thick. “Fuck, yes.”
That was just what she wanted to hear. Sasha reached down to take him into her hand, loving the hiss of his breath when she began to handle him, the other hand moving behind his neck.
“Do the girls at school know you're hung like a wild stallion?” she teased.
“No.” He grinned.
“Good.” She leaned in to press her lips to his.
His mouth was soft and full, hesitant at first, but when she cocked her head and opened her lips, he did too, stroking the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. His fingers weren’t unskilled, moving inside her, thumb twisting to stroke her clit. She didn’t ask him where he’d learned that—she didn’t want to know.
“Okay, let me get to work,” she breathed as they parted.
She smiled when Gavin’s hand went straight to his mouth as soon as it slipped out of her pussy. He sucked her juices off his fingers as he watched her put everything beside her she needed.
“You’ve got a beautiful cock.” She praised him as she took it in her hand. His erection was just as thick as it had been—maybe even more—but she decided she couldn’t wait to taste him. “Let’s see if we can get you just a little harder.”
“Ahhh, Sasha!” He groaned when her mouth closed around the head. Her tongue traveled slowly up and down the shaft a few times before she took him as far as she could, all the way to the back of her throat. Gavin’s hand moved over her head, pulling out the ponytail she’d put in, letting her long, dark hair fall around her bare shoulders. Then her mouth slipped off the mushroom head of his cock and slid down to envelop his balls.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as she pulled his shaft as she sucked on his balls, first one, then the other, back and forth. “Ahhh, easy! Fuck!”
“You need to hold it in until I'm finished,” she warned, slowing down her strokes. “Think you can do that?”
He nodded, but his thighs were shaking.
“What?”
“Yes!”
“Good little brother.” She leaned up to kiss him, slow, soft, luxuriating in it before she took out the straight razor. It was the same one she used to shave his face him the last time.
She took his stiff shaft in her hand, pointing it straight at her bare chest as she applied shaving cream to his thatch. Gavin inhaled sharply and then held his breath while the razor blade scraped off his pubic hair.
“Trust me,” she murmured, giving him a small, encouraging. “I’m not going to hurt this gorgeous cock. I still want to take a ride on it.”
“Really?” He tilted his head, looking at her, a little disbelieving.
“Hell yes.” She nodded firmly, moving his cock to the side to scrape more pubic hair off his pelvis. “After I taste your newly shaved balls, that is.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, hips shifting when she unconsciously rubbed her thumb over the tip. “Sasha, you’re killing me.”
“Easy. Careful,” she warned, tilting his cock the other way. “Make sure not to move too much. I seriously don't want to turn my stepbrother into a eunuch.”
“Ha. Not qualified to give me a vasectomy?” he joked.
“Not quite,” she said with a grin.
“I’ll use a safety razor on your balls,” she mused, testing the area with her fingers, feeling for any strays. She’d done a damned good job. She used a wet washcloth to clean off the shaving cream and stray hairs. When she put down the straight razor, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief.
“Not that I didn’t trust you,” he said, grinning. “But having a straight razor down there is a little daunting.”
“Ready for this?” Sasha picked up a pink safety razor and used the bowl of warm water beside her to wet it. Then she applied shaving cream to his balls. “Have to pull them down. Tell me if it hurts.”
“Yikes!” He gasped as she grabbed and pulled. His eyes watered as be blinked down at her.
“Sorry,” she apologized, already shaving him. “No pain, no gain, right?”
Sasha made short work of his scrotum. In a few business-like passes, she shaved the skin of the delicate area. It was a lot easier with a safety razor, that was for sure! When she released his balls, Gavin gave another sigh of relief. Once again, she used the wash cloth to clean him up.
“Smooth as silk.” She gave him a satisfied pat with a clean towel before taking everything over to the sink.
Gavin didn’t stay in the chair. Instead, he was behind her, putting his arms around her and nuzzling his face in her hair. She felt his cock poking against her lower back as his hands moved up from her waist to cup her breasts.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered against her ear. “Sasha, please, I want you so much.”
“Me too.” She leaned back against his chest, realizing he’d taken his shirt off too. They were skin to skin. “How l
ong have you wanted to do this?”
It felt easier to ask with her eyes closed, facing away from him.
“Since your mom married my dad,” he confessed, his fingers plucking at her nipples, making her gasp and shift in his arms. “You’re such a damned tease.”
“Me?” She smiled, pressing her hands over his, kneading her flesh. “You mean all those times you watched me in the shower?”
“Brat.” His teeth raked over her shoulder, making her shiver. “You left the damned door open.”
“So did you.” She reached back, grasping him in her hand, loving the way he sucked his breath in. “You jerked this thing so hard I thought you were going to pull it off.”
“I knew you were watching.” His lips moved over her neck, his thumbs flicking her nipples.
“Me too.” She rolled her hips, arching her back. “That’s why I took off my top when I was in the backyard sunbathing. I knew you were watching from the window.”
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he growled, bucking in her hand. “Fuck, Sasha, I want to be inside you.”
“Patience, little brother.” She turned in his arms, admiring the expanse of his chest as she planted her palms there and pushed him back. He sat down in the wooden chair, staring up at her with a hungry look in his eyes.
She held his hand and guided it up to her smooth pussy. She’d shaved just a few hours ago, so there wasn’t a stray bit of hair. Gavin thumbed the folds of her pussy, strumming over her clit, making her jut her hips forward in response.
Then she sat down on the chair, straddling him. His engorged cock almost reached to her navel. She held on to the chair back while she pumped his huge cock.
“You’ve done this before?” she asked, tilting her head at him, curious.
“Are you asking if I’m a virgin?” he chuckled, his hands moving up her waist to her tits. His fingers played over her nipples, making them even harder. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Me either.” She grinned back, glancing down as his hips moved in response to her rhythm. “But I think this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Ever?” Gavin actually flushed, but he looked pleased. “God, I love your tits.”
“Taste.” She arched, bending back as her stepbrother took a heavy breast in each hand. His tongue touched her nipple. He looked up, watching her reaction.
“It's good,” she murmured, squeezing his cock, feeling every lick and suck on her nipple send a little zing of pleasure down to her pussy. When he finished with one, his mouth traveled across her sternum and collarbone, finally landing on her other nipple. “You like the way it tastes?”
“Mm.” He agreed, rolling his tongue in a circle around the brown bud. “But I like your pussy better.”
He stood up, taking her with him. The chair fell over as he put his sister on the kitchen counter and spread her legs with his wide palms. Sasha stared down in wonder as he wrapped his arms around her hips, leaning in to eat her pussy.
“Oh! Gavin!” His tongue wasn’t tentative or hesitant. He went straight to her clit, flicking it, teasing it, sucking it. His hands moved under her ass, lifting her more to his mouth, and she ran a hand through the thick mop of his hair—she really had cut it a little too short—pulling him closer.
“You taste so fucking good,” he gasped, rubbing his stubbly cheek against her flesh. She’d shaved his cock and balls, but he still had two days’ growth on his cheeks and it stung as he burrowed in between her legs.
“Put your fingers in,” she panted. “Oh please…”
Gavin brought a hand around to slide two fingers into her wetness. She bucked when he did that, her head going back. She rested her elbows back on the counter—there was plenty of room behind her, and let his finger and lick her until she was wild with wanting him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she swore throatily, feet planted on the counter, pushing her pussy against his devouring mouth. It was so good she could barely stand it. “Gavin, you’re gonna make me come! Baby! Oh God, yes, yes, little brother, make me come all over your face!”
A scream ripped from her throat as she climaxed, her pussy clenching down on his plunging fingers, her clit throbbing with delicious waves of pleasure as he sucked it into his mouth like it was a tiny little cock. Sasha screamed his name again and again, thrashing on the counter, bucking wildly, almost sobbing with the strength of her orgasm.
Gavin gathered her to him, kissing her softly, letting her taste herself on his tongue as she wrapped herself, arms and legs, around him, still shaking, clinging.
“Oh my God,” she whispered against his neck, feeling the steel heat of his cock trapped between them. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Gavin didn’t speak. He just picked her up again, quickly turning her around and pressing her against the counter. Then he raised one of her legs, hooking her knee on the counter’s edge. Sasha cried out when his fingers probed her fat, swollen lips, still sensitive from her climax. He slid the enormous head of his cock around her pussy lips in an attempt to find an entry. She was glad it took him a moment, and she didn’t help him, so she could catch her breath.
But it didn’t take him long.
She let out a little scream when Gavin inserted himself. First the tip of his cock, swollen and large. Then, as if by magic, he was inside, and off to the races.
“Feel good?” she glanced over her shoulder at him, pushing hair out of her eyes.
“Fuck yeah.” He nodded, briefly pressing his lips together in a grim line. “You feel so good.”
His hands explored her back, her ass. His fingers worked to grasp the pillowy skin of her ass, digging in, making her gasp.
“I've wanted you for so long,” Gavin said as he thrust, looking down at her ass, her pussy, as he fucked her. His gaze was focused between their legs, where he was fucking her, wild, like an animal, like he couldn’t hold back. “So. Fucking. Long. Oh, God, Sasha, I can’t… I can’t…”
She saw it in his face, contorted, pained, and knew what was happening. He was a dam about to break. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back. And he wasn’t wearing a condom.
He pulled out with a low, strangled cry.
“I'm going to come,” he panted between breaths, his hand reaching to stroke his engorged cock.
“No, let me.” Sasha got quickly down on her knees in the middle of the kitchen to finish him off. Outside, she heard the everyday noises of lawn mowers and traffic, but inside, she was fiercely jerking her stepbrother’s cock against her cheek, dying to feel him climax.
“I want your hot cum all over me,” she whispered throatily, all the while increasing the speed and ferocity of her manipulation.
Gavin’s hips jerked as her hands worked his throbbing cock, fingers of one hand wrapped around his cock's base, working the head with the other. His eyes fluttered and he inhaled in short staccato breaths, his body practically vibrating. His hand moved through her hair and he looked down at her with those dark, smoky eyes, mouth slack.
“Fuckkkkk,” he growled, fisting her hair as his cum erupted in short, hot jets against his sister’s cheek. She turned her head to catch the next eruption, pressing her lips around the tip, her tongue against the slit as if she might be able to keep it in. But that was impossible. It flooded out, spewing into her mouth with such force, it almost made her gag.
“Oh God, I'm coming! I'm coming!” Gavin trembled, muscles taut, oblivious to everything around him.
He grabbed Sasha's head, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth as he finished. And even after emptying himself—she couldn’t imagine he had any more left in the smooth, pursed skin of the balls she held in her hand—he still shuddered and undulated. Aftershocks extended the bliss for a few more seconds as he bucked and rocked into her throat.
Gavin used the hold he had on her hair to pull her up to him, kissing her deeply, pressing her against the kitchen counter with his whole body. She cupped his face in her hands, feeling the prickle of his stubble agai
nst her palms, the sweet swirl of his tongue through her mouth. He was tasting himself. God, that was hot. Her pussy throbbed.
“You’re breaking up with what's-his-face.” Gavin reached down to grab her ass, lifting her up onto the counter again.
“Let's not get ahead of ourselves.” She laughed.
For a moment she couldn’t even remember what’s-his-face’s name, or even picture said man’s face. He was a local DJ, an arrogant asshole who liked to fuck so he could look at himself in the mirror when they did it. Jonathan. She didn’t care if she ever saw Jonathan again, but she wasn’t going to tell Gavin that. Yet.
“Let's not fuck around.” He pulled back to look at her, brows low, frowning. “I know you have feelings for me.”
“I don't know what you mean?” Sasha batted her eyelashes, giggling when he growled and dug his fingers into her hips.
“Quit.” He scowled. “You wouldn’t have done this if you didn’t feel something.”
“Oh, I feel something all right.” She wiggled against him, smiling, teasing. “You feel something too, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“The way you looked at me…” She traced her finger down his cheek, remembering when she’d shaved his face, how he’d followed her upstairs. “When I was in the shower…”
“That?” He grinned. “I admired the scenery, I'll admit.”
“The scenery?” she scoffed. “Is that what I am now?”
“I'm dripping jizz all over the kitchen floor, you know.” He glanced down. “Your mom’s not going to like that.”
“Shall we continue this debate in the shower?” She slid off the counter, tilting her chin up to look at him. “Race you.”
She escaped his arms before he could move and she giggled as he chased her up the stairs. Turning on the shower before she sat to pee, Gavin huffed into the bathroom, leaning naked against the doorframe while he watched her wipe. They were already so comfortable with each other—they’d lived together for two years. This seemed just like a natural extension of their relationship, now that they’d crossed that imaginary line.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her as she flushed the toilet.