Stepbrother Studs Brian

by Selena Kitt

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  Jill’s parents aren’t home, it’s the middle of the hottest summer on record, and there’s a huge built-in swimming pool in the backyard.

  Well, what would you do?

  The only thing standing between her and the best party of the summer is her jerky older stepbrother, Brian. He says he's trying “protect” her but he never lets her do anything fun! It looks like he’s going to be a party-pooper this time too, until the perv decides to give her what she wants—with one caveat.

  Everyone who comes to the party, has to come naked.

  Now the hottest party of the summer just got hotter, and Jill’s about to find out that she’s not too keen on the way all the other girls look at her sexy stepbrother. In fact, she’s starting to look at him in an entirely different light herself…

  Stepbrother Studs: Brian

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  “You’re not the boss of me!” I glared at my stepbrother, hands fisted at my sides. I would have gone ahead and walloped him like I used to when we were kids, but he was now twice as big as I was. My dad warned me, back when I was taller than Brian for all of, like, ten minutes during puberty, that it wouldn’t always be the case, and I’d be in trouble one day, trying to boss him around. He wasn’t kidding.

  “Chill, Jill.” He knew I hated that phrase. Brian clasped his hands behind his head, green eyes narrowed, but otherwise looking calm while I was losing control. That infuriated me all the more. And he knew it. His gaze swept over me—I hadn’t showered or dressed yet—in a My Little Kitty T-shirt and boy-short undies, and I could tell he was inwardly laughing at me, like I was still a little kid or something.

  “It’s just a pool party! Why do you even care who I have over?”

  “I’m the one Mom and Dad’ll hold responsible if anything happens, remember?” His gaze flicked to my fists then returned to my face. A little smirk played at one corner of his firm mouth. “Why should I put my neck out?”

  “Brian, come on! Ae have the house for an entire weekend. It’s not like Mom and Dad can pop in to check up on us. They’re in freaking Mexico!”

  “Again, why should I say yes?” His voice was so calm I wanted to scream.

  Because you love me?

  Because I’m your little sister?

  Because we used to be close before you went off to college and came back an asshole?

  But I didn’t say any of those things. I was afraid that smirk of his would just get bigger, and then I’d really lose it and end up bursting into tears. Then he’d call me a baby and we’d be back at square one.

  Besides, I was eighteen now, not five.

  Hadn’t he noticed I’d grown up while he was gone?

  Hell, I’d sure noticed the changes in him. Hard not to while he lay wearing only a soft pair of jock shorts. Doesn’t he own any pajamas? I groused inwardly, trying not to note the bulge between his thighs.

  “You are not the boss of me,” I repeated, this time lowering my voice. So there was a ragged edge to it. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. I hated crying when I got mad, but damnit, I always did. My body betrayed me so often I could have shot it for treason.

  “Actually, I am.” He came up on his elbows, which stretched his tight t-shirt across his broad chest. “Mom and Dad put me in charge while they’re gone.”

  Damn. I knew he was talking, but for a minute, I forgot to listen. I hadn’t noticed just how much he’d filled out. Must have been hitting the gym at college, I thought. The extra muscle suited him. He’d always been beautiful, with close-cropped brown hair and dark brows over moss green eyes, but now, he looked even more masculine. He was really a man now, not a little kid anymore.

  No wonder Ivy was always hanging on him when she dropped by the house.

  I shook my head, annoyed I’d noticed he was handsome. He was still an asshole. But maybe screaming at him wasn’t the right way to go. I gave him a scowl, but blew out a deep breath that billowed my cheeks, before saying, “Please, Brian? This is the last summer my friends and I will all be together. We’re all leaving—to college, to places all over the country. I promise they won’t get wild and break things. Mom and Dad never have to know.”

  “Again, what’s in it for me? I’m the one who’d have to stay sober and babysit your friends. Doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.”

  “Well what do you want?” I spread my hands, giving an exasperated sigh. “I’ll cook you breakfast for a week. I’ll clean your room.”

  “I’ve eaten your food. No thanks. And I don’t need a maid.”

  “Just what will it take for you to say yes?” I waited, arms crossed, tapping my foot.

  He looked me up and down, considering.

  Then he told me what he wanted.

  * * * *

  “Just ’cause you’re three years older than me does not make you the boss of me! Fucking pervert!” I slammed his door so hard it bounced back open, stomping down the dark hallway to my room. I slammed my own door so hard the pictures on my walls rattled.

  Flinging myself on my bed, I reached for the phone charging on my nightstand, and texted my best friend, Ivy.

  I didn’t have to wait long—she’d been eager to hear whether the party was on or not.

  Well, what did he say?

  My brother’s such a fucking a-hole.

  He said no?

  My iPhone shook in my hands. I took a deep breath before responding.

  Oh, he said we could have the pool party. ON ONE FREAKING CONDITION!

  What’s that? Do you have to play house slave for a week? I’ll help! LOL

  I wrinkled my nose at the screen. I just bet she would.

  She’d love to make his bed—with her in it!

  Nope. He said we all have to come naked to the party.

  Watttt? Seriously? He said that?

  Yes, and he wasn’t joking.

  The look he’d given me had been hard and challenging. Like he thought I didn’t have the guts. That damned smirk of his. God! What a dick!

  Sounds like he needs to get some!

  Ew! That’s my brother you’re talking about.

  Yeah. I know. Think he’ll be naked 2?

  Again—ew!

/>   So maybe we won’t invite as many people as we wanted. I don’t want to see Steven or Josh’s junk.

  Because you already have?

  Be-yotch! Yeah, if I invite them, they might think they stand a chance.

  Wait! Are you saying we should do this?

  You wanted one last blowout before we all scattered. Everyone will remember this!

  Everyone has cell phones! The last thing I want are pictures all over the internet. My parents would have a cow!

  So everyone turns in their phones at the door when they arrive.

  We can’t send out an invitation for a nude pool party. Someone will sneak a phone in for sure.

  Then we won’t tell them ’til they get there. Once the keg’s opened, they won’t care. It’ll be a blast!

  I stared at the words on the screen, my heart thudding inside my chest. Was I really going to do this? Then I remembered his smirk. That look in his eyes. He thought I was too chicken-shit to ever agree.

  My phone dinged. Jill? U still there?

  I’m thinking.

  Please, please, please!

  You’re as pervy as he is! I blew out another deep breath, my thoughts racing. We’ll make the pool the clothes-free zone. If they want to swim, they have to strip. That would teach my jerk of a brother. So, I wouldn’t be following the letter of his law, but so the fuck what? What was he going to do? Spank me?

  LOL! They’ll love it! Brian’ll be pissed. But don’t you worry.

  Easy for you to say. You don’t live with him.

  I’ll take care of Brian. Won’t be a chore. He’s hawt!

  For a second, my stomach tightened. Ivy was such a slut. She’d go after anything with a dick. Especially college boys. For the first time, I was glad we weren’t heading to the same school. I’d earned a spot in Columbia where Brian was a junior. Ivy’s grades were forcing her to go the local community college where she hoped to improve her G.P.A. enough for a shot at a better school.

  The slutty-slut should have studied more.

  Jill—we doing this?

  I guess, I typed slowly.

  Only, I wasn’t feeling any deep reluctance. My anger fueled a willful glee. Brian had laid down his challenge, never thinking I’d agree. I’d show him! I wasn’t a kindergartener anymore—that shy little girl who adored her new stepbrother. And as much as his body had broadened and grown more muscular, mine had filled out too. My chest wasn’t the flat pancake he’d teased me about all through my teenage years. Guys liked my new curves.

  I wondered what he’d think when he saw me.

  My nipples prickled, the tips spiking against my tee. I gave both a pinch with my fingers and tugged, imagining doing it before I turned to face Brian across the pool.

  And then a wash of cold swept over me. What was I thinking? I wanted my stepbrother to admire my nipples? Did I really want him to imagine he was the one who’d tugged them into tight little points? But the more I imagined his gaze sliding over my nude body, the more aroused I grew.

  So who was the slutty perv now?

  * * * *

  My phone chimed again.

  Well? You gonna tell him?

  I remembered the smirk he’d delivered right before he’d issued his challenge and my anger surged again. Maybe the heat flooding me wasn’t all anger, but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge anything else.

  I’ll tell him now! I typed.

  Pride bolstered, I pasted on a prideful kitty-cat smile and sauntered down the hallway to his room. I’d show him I wasn’t a coward, wasn’t a little girl anymore. And while I stood agreeing to his condition, I’d lay a plan to humiliate him right back—one that involved him and slutty-slut Ivy—then they’d both know who was boss.

  The door stood ajar and I moved to push it open, but I heard sounds coming from inside. Slick slaps. Punctuated groans. What the hell was he doing?

  Quietly, I pressed my finger to the edge of the door, opening it a little wider, making sure to stay in the shadows. The golden glow of his bedside lamp illuminated him in profile as he stood, one arm braced on his dresser, the other hand wrapped around his cock—and I nearly betrayed myself with a gasp.

  I smothered it, ready to back away and leave him alone, but something on the dresser top caught my eye, stopping me. I moved close enough to see the lit screen of his cell phone and another shockwave swept through me. From the side, I couldn’t make out the precise image on the phone, but I knew it was a girl. A blonde, like me. And he was jerking off to that image, his body bending toward it as his hand quickened on his shaft.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck it, good. Let me see those big blue eyes while you swallow me down. That’s it. Yeah. Fuck, your mouth is hot.”

  He gave himself several rapid tugs, then eased his hand off and cupped his balls. The muscles of his arms and shoulders tensed, bulging, a slight sheen of sweat emphasizing the hills and hollows. His washboard abs quivered as he closed his eyes and leaned back his head, dragging in deep gulps of air.

  “Not this quick, baby,” he whispered. Then he gripped himself at the base and shook his cock, like he might do if a woman were facing him on her knees. “Suck it deep, now. Suck it ’til you gag, baby.”

  Then he spit into his hand and gripped his shaft again, jerking his hips forward and back while he slid his cock through the ring of his fingers again and again.

  “Best head ever. Fucking beautiful. Good girl. Take it, baby, take it.”

  Jealousy shafted through me, hot and hard. At this girl he was staring at! Deep in my core, I felt a knot clench and a rush of liquid dampened the crotch of my panties. He plunged forward, then twisted his hand and pulled slowly back through his fingers, inhaling, a ragged sound. When he withdrew his cock, he braced both hands on the dresser and leaned toward the screen.

  I stepped closer, hearing a faint sound of water, realizing it was coming from his phone. He was watching a video—of a woman showering behind a clear curtain with small white and pink images dotting the plastic.

  Shock quivered through me when I realized it was my Hello Kitty shower curtain and it was my body, visible through the plastic, my hands roaming my breasts. With my foot sitting on the side of the tub, my pussy was exposed as I scooped water to rinse it clean. Brian was masturbating to a video he’d shot of me in the shower!

  Holyfuckingshit! The fucking perv!

  I’m his sister!

  “Come on, little sister, back up and give me your ass. That’s it. good girl,” he whispered, still staring intently at the screen. Then, as though he’d watched the clip a hundred times, he waited while the girl on the screen—me, that’s me!—turned and bent to slide a loofah down her thighs to her calves. “That’s it, Sissy. Give me that ass—tilt it high. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

  Holding his shaking body up on one flexed arm, he resumed stroking his cock, hand moving in quick, nearly violent motions, jamming up and tugging down as his hips jerked.

  I couldn’t look away. Not from his straining body, not from the rapid hammering of his hand on his flesh, certainly not from his cock. It was long, thick and straight—and so large, I felt my inner muscles clench as though closing around it. Only I was empty. So very empty.

  And in that instant, I wanted to be full.

  I wished he was slamming in me, stretching my slick, clenching walls.

  Afraid I wouldn’t be able to contain a sob, I backed up a step, readying to flee, but he gave a muffled grunt and then a shout, “Oh! Fuck! Jill!” And cum spurted from his cock—a hot, stream of creamy cum that struck the mirror and then striped the dresser and the phone. I’d never seen a guy explode so hard, that much cum erupt. Even in porn!

  My knees wobbled, and I realized I was panting, face flushed and pussy soaked.

  I hesitated only a moment. Not giving myself time to rethink my plan, just knowing I had to follow through, I rapped on his door.

  “Hey Brian?”

  “Fuck,” came a harsh whisper, then louder, “Wait a minute.”

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p; I listened as his phone chirped, a drawer slammed, and something squeaked across the dresser glass.

  “Come in.”

  I pushed open the door to find him lying on the bed again, this time with a sheet pulled over his hips, which did little to hide his waning erection, something he tried to shield with the casual placement of one hand.

  “What do you want, Jill?” he asked, voice clipped.

  I was tempted to quip, Your cock in my mouth, apparently, at least in your imagination, just to humiliate him by letting him know I’d watched. Instead, I lifted my chin and gave him my haughtiest glare.

  “Okay. You win. My friends will be naked at your pool party.”

  “What?” His green eyes blinked. “Th—that’s great.”

  I looked down at him one last time—and I couldn’t keep my gaze from sliding to his hips. His cock tented the soft cotton beneath a hand not large enough to hide it.

  My mouth grew dry. I’d seen it. In all its engorged glory.

  There was no more pretending I hadn’t.

  Clothed now, it was like a tall, delicious slice of cake at dinner on a first date.

  I couldn’t not salivate over it, even though I knew very well I should order salad instead.

  I jerked my gaze away and headed toward the door, confused by my own feelings. My tummy was flippy, my knees were wobbly, and I actually stumbled as I stepped toward the door. Brian and his damned boxers all over the floor!

  He was off the bed so fast, I gasped in surprise when he caught me, holding me by both elbows until I steadied.

  As if I could.

  Both our gazes dropped between our bodies.

  His cock was hard and jutting toward me, the tip still smeared with drying cum.

  Our eyes met then and he let me go as though I was on fire. I took one step back and whirled, hurrying back to my room, but not before I heard his muffled “Fuck” and the slam of his bedroom door.

  Still shaking, I lay on my bed, trying to make a mental list of the food I’d need for the party tomorrow. But my pussy wouldn’t stop tingling. I slipped a hand into my panties and rubbed my clit with my middle finger, but it wasn’t enough.