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Funny, she’d been thinking the same thing, looking at him standing there, cock soft now. But it wasn’t just his cock she was after. It was him. That sweet, smirky smile. The way his arms bulged as he crossed them over his chest. His thighs flexed as he shifted his weight. He was a beautiful man, and in spite of their age difference, Sasha knew he was wise beyond his years. He’d been her best frenemy and co-conspirator since she’d met him, and now they had fallen together into a whole new world.
“Come on.” She wrinkled her nose at him, testing the water. It was warm.
Gavin and Sasha entered the shower together. She let him get the brunt of the spray while she stood in front of him, getting dripped on. Gavin’s hands found her, dipping his head out of shower spray to kiss her, his fingers trailing over her wet skin. He turned her to face the tile, running his hands over her ass, cupping, gripping. Then she felt the heat of his erection. He smacked it against one cheek and the other one.
“You are such a child,” she said, her fingers coming around to pinch Gavin's nipple.
They play-wrestled while the water streamed down their bodies. The reek of Gavin's cum gave way to the antiseptic odors of soap and shampoo. She let Gavin lather her ample breasts, his thumbs lingering on her nipples. Both erect once again. Just like he was.
He held on to her while she feigned escape. His cock hardened against her thighs.
“I wish I could have done this when I first met you,” he said between kisses. “I wanted to taste every inch of your luscious little body.”
“Prove it, Valentino,” Sasha dared.
Gavin grinned. He said nothing, but let his mouth clamp on to a wet breast. Then he sucked, his mouth devouring her, inch by inch, his face still scruffy, leaving red marks over her skin. Sasha’s body gave itself to him without any thought. She leaned back against the tile, feeling his fingers journey down her back and ass, finding the hot vent of her cunt, probing her fat, swollen lips.
Sasha grasped the shower walls while Gavin explored her stomach and navel. Then his tongue lingered around her upper thighs. Such a tease. Gavin drew out his desires on her flesh and she understood every single one. She begged him for more, pleading for release, and just when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, his tongue dove into her hot cunt.
He licked her like a madman, burying his face, squeezing her ass. She put one leg up over his shoulder, reaching down to spread her lips open, showing him her clit, giving him easier access. He moaned and sucked at the little nub, making her jump in response. He grasped her ass, using his tongue like a shovel from the bottom to the top, drinking her in.
“God! Gavin!” she cried. He was going to make her come again, and fast.
His response was muffled in her cunt as she shuddered and rocked, her moans echoing off the tile as she climaxed. Her empty pussy snapped closed again and again on nothing, making her feel the void, making her want him, even in the midst of her orgasm.
“Oh God, please, fuck me,” she begged, raising him from the altar between her legs. She hoped he was hard enough, and was happily surprised to find him quite stiff again.
Gavin turned her around, pointing her face toward the shower controls and pulling her ass into the saddle of his hips. Sasha braced herself against the tile, tilting her pelvis, feeling the heat of his cock head sliding up and down her swollen slit.
“Come on, put it in.” She spread her legs wider, seeing him bend his knees to get a good angle when she glanced over her shoulder. “Please. Don’t tease me. I want you to fuck me.”
He slipped into her with a low grunt and she cried out at the invasion. It was just what she wanted. Gavin reached up to grab the shower head—it was spraying him in the face—and he reached down to press it into Sasha’s hand.
“Play,” he said.
She smiled, turning the shower to a hot, hard pulse, and slid it between her thighs.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good on my balls.” He groaned, thrusting into her from behind, fingers working to hang onto her wet flesh.
“It’s good on my pussy,” she gasped. The water throbbed over her clit, just like his tongue had, but now she was full of him. She felt his cock pounding deep into her flesh, the slap of their wet bodies together echoing in the little bathroom.
“Faster! Please faster!” she begged, turning the pulse up even higher.
Gavin obliged, hissing when the beat of the water vibrated his cock and balls.
“Faster, oh God—”
Gavin panted, exerting himself, fucking her almost from underneath, knees bent. It was driving her wild. She was almost jackknifed now, bracing one hand on the floor, the other working the shower massage between her thighs.
“I'm not going to break!” she cried. “Oh fuck me hard! Harder! Faster!”
He pumped deep into her pussy, the heat and steam of the water rising around them. Sasha felt her knees going weak, but he had her, he held her, fucking her senseless. She gritted her teeth. Then she screamed.
Gavin slowed and she cried out.
“Don't stop! Please!” she begged, grinding back into him, wanting, need more. “Don’t stop and don’t come!”
Gavin moaned, but he didn’t stop. He continued driving his cock up into her cunt, like he could fuck her all the way to the ceiling. Sasha bucked and writhed, and she screamed again. The sounds coming from her mouth were bestial, primordial.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she chanted, her pussy spasming, so very close. “Don’t you dare stop fucking me!”
“I won’t,” he panted, his thighs working, slapping hers as he drove his cock in deep. “Come for me, Sis. Come all over my dick.”
“Oh fuck! Fuckkkkkkkkk!” Sasha did. She came all over his cock, a stream of liquid jettisoning from her pussy. Thank God they were in the shower, or the whole bathroom would be covered in fluid. The sounds that came from her mouth were delirious, animal, perverse.
“Jesus Christ.” He pulled himself out fast, turning her around and gathering her into his arms. Her knees wouldn’t hold her and she slid down his body, settling between his legs.
“I love you, Sasha.” He rubbed a thumb over her lips. The shower head twisted on the floor like a snake, forgotten by them both.
“I love you, Gavin.” She was still dizzy, trying to catch her breath, but she knelt up to suck his balls into her mouth.
“Oh hell.” His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, his head going back as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and tugged.
“Mmmm, so smooth.” She licked and tongued his hanging sack—his balls were drawn up tight, the skin ridged, pursed. She knew that meant he was close to coming. “I did a good job.”
“You’re about to do another good job.” He grinned, grabbing a handful of her hair. “I want to come in your mouth this time. All in your mouth.”
“Wait ’til you get to come in my pussy.” She tilted her face up, smiling, but then her mouth was filled with cock and she couldn’t talk anymore.
Gavin pumped in and out, moaning low in his throat.
“Fuck, baby, your mouth is so good,” he gasped, head down, looking at her face, at his cock moving deeper into her throat. His mouth was slightly open, water dripping down his torso. His cock swelled between her lips. “Oh God, I can’t hold back. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Mmmpphhh,” she encouraged him to come without words, using her eyes, her hands, her tongue, her lips, and was rewarded with a hot throb of cum flooding her mouth. Gavin gave a shout, grabbing her head and thrusting in deeper, shooting the next bit of his load down her throat. She couldn’t do anything but swallow. And swallow. And swallow.
“Oh God, did I make you choke?” Gavin asked, gasping as he went to his knees in the tub with her, clasping her to him. She reveled in the feel of his body, hard and solid, the way his hands moved over her wet skin.
“It’s okay.” She licked her lips. He was packing a lot of pipe, and it wasn’t easy to swallow, but she’d managed. “The way you fucked me. Gavin, you made me squirt.”
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br /> “I did?”
“Didn’t you feel it?”
He shook his head and she giggled. There’d been a lot going on down there, she supposed, given all the pounding going on and the shower massage pointed between their legs.
“None of my other boyfriends could make me do that,” she told him as she reached to pick up the wiggling shower massage head off the floor.
“I'm not your boyfriend.” Gavin settled back in the tub, pulling her between his legs.
“You should be.” She twisted around, letting him pull her to him, her head resting under his chin, her body snuggled tightly between his thighs. Sasha turned the shower off the pulse and back to spray, running the water over his biceps, his chest, his belly, watching it roll down the hills and valleys.
A few moments later he spoke.
“It wouldn’t be weird?”
“What?” She licked a bead of water off his nipple and he shivered. “My stepbrother as my boyfriend.”
He nodded.
“Our parents wouldn't have to know,” she said, lifting her head to look at him. Goddamn, he was sexy with his hair wet, slicked back, his body beaded with water. “We could keep it to ourselves until… you know… we could move out.”
He nodded again, those dark eyes searching hers, quizzical.
“Unless, you know… you want to see other people.”
“No.” His brows drew together. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
“I want you, too.” The heat that spread through her body at his words made her feel better that she ever had—even during her last squirting orgasm. “Only you.”
He was quiet again and Sasha hugged the shower massage between her breasts, letting the water warm them both.
“I’m younger than you,” he said finally. “How am I supposed to… you know… take care of you…?”
“Take care of me?” She smiled, shaking her head. “You just took very good care of me, I’ll have you know.”
“I didn’t mean that.” He flushed, but then he smiled. “You know what I meant.”
“Gavin, you’re fucking brilliant.” She wrinkled her nose at him, shaking her head. “You can do whatever you want. I have no doubt we won’t be relying on my beautician’s salary for long. And even if we do—what do I care? As long as you’re fucking me senseless every night…”
“Every night?” He raised one dark brow. “What about the mornings? And the afternoons?”
“Those too.” She nodded. “All the times. All the days.”
“Now?” He shifted his hips and her eyes widened when she felt he was half-hard again.
“Any time you want me.” She snaked her arms around his neck, turning her face up for his kiss. “I’m yours.”
The End
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Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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BONUS MATERIAL
STEPBROTHER STUDS: FINN
By Selena Kitt
Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.
And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.
But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.
They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.
Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?
EXCERPT:
I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
“I want it back.”
I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
“Now. I want it back.”
I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
“What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
“It’s mine, Pita. My private journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”
I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command.
“Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”
His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”
“How disappointing.”
“Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”
I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”
His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The
first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.
And then something happened. Something unexpected. My skin tingled. My pussy grew damp. Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs.
“Again.” I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?
“Pita,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”
“You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”
“Never. For fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.”
“Or what?”
Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh.
My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet. While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.
“I want it back.” He sounded like he was trying to keep his cool.
“And I’ll return it,” I agreed, swallowing hard. Was I really going to do this? But I already was, doing it. Now I just had to get him to do it too. “But first you have to spank me like you mean it. I mean… don’t I deserve it?”
I saw the surprise in his icy blue gaze a moment before his eyes narrowed. And then he moved, not letting go of my arm as he sat in the chair. He yanked me over his lap, his strong, bare thighs riding my ribs and my belly.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was almost a whisper, like maybe he didn’t want to know.
Bent over with blood rushing to my head wasn’t a situation exactly conducive to lying, so I answered him honestly.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m curious. And this feels... good.”
“Me spanking your ass feels good?”
“My bare ass... please.” I nodded.
I wasn’t a virgin. But I also wasn’t very experienced. I knew enough to understand that he’d sparked something inside me. Something that wanted his punishment, his control. I felt feminine and helpless, and so thoroughly excited I thought I might get off like this, bent over him, his hand smacking me until my ass was hot and my pussy so wet I’d dampen his thigh.