Stepbrother Studs Brian

by Selena Kitt

  Just as he’d asked the girl on his cell phone screen to do.

  Just like he’d always wanted me.

  His gaze narrowed, and I bit my lip, facing forward and feeling completely exposed as I waited for him to make the next move.

  The first trickle of cold, oily lotion over my ass and lower back made me moan. I leaned down to rub my nipples on the bedspread. His hands cupped both globes, tentatively at first, then with a stronger grip, rubbing the oil into my skin, into my crack, then lower, fingers pinching my pussy lips as he slicked me up.

  “I don’t have a condom.” His words were thick.

  “I’m on the pill, have been since I was fifteen.”

  “I’m clean. I promise. Never fucked before without one.”

  “You were saving it for me.” I turned to look at him. “Saving it for a good girl.”

  “Jesus,” he whispered. “I was.”

  Fingers pushed inside my pussy and swirled in the silky heat. The moist sound of it was louder than our shortening breaths. This was happening, this was real.

  My brother was going to fuck me.

  “Have you been a good girl?” A slap landed on one side of my ass. “Do you deserve a fuck?”

  I grinned back at him, seeing his smirk, playing the game.

  “I’ve been a good little sister,” I breathed. “I promise!”

  Another smack landed on the opposite side. And something large and round pushed against my entrance.

  “Gonna take it deep?” He growled. “Take it all?”

  “Yes, please!” I gasped as he drove himself inside him. “Holyfuck!”

  I cried out, pushing my face against the comforter to muffle the sound. He was so thick, so hard, I was instantly invaded, completely filled.

  He held there, hands gripping my hips, my channel stretching around him, slowly beginning to clench and release to accommodate his girth.

  Fuck, he was so big!

  “You ready, little sis?” He didn’t move. His voice was low as he pulled me against the saddle of his hip. I glanced over my shoulder, looking at his face. His gaze lifted from my ass to meet mine, his mouth slightly open, those dark green eyes fiery with emotion. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  “Yes, Bri,” I whispered, biting my lip, feeling him swelling to even more impossible lengths inside me. “Please. I want it so bad.”

  “Tell me again.” His fingers bit into the notches of my hips, holding me still as I squirmed, wanting more, trying to transmit that through my body, with the clench of my pussy.

  “I want you.” I swallowed, the words making it all real, so very real. “I want you to fuck me, big brother.”

  “Oh fuck, sis, I want you too.” He let out a slow breath as he drew back and then began to move. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight!”

  He was right, it wasn’t easy, even as wet as I was. My pussy took a few strokes to get used to him, to warm up to the sudden assault. I cried out as he teased me—long strokes followed by short thrusts and back again. It was aggravating because I didn’t know what he’d do next. My pussy ached, my clit throbbing, wanting a steadier rhythm.

  “Brian, please,” I begged, reaching back, shoulders to the bed, putting my hands over his on my hips. “More! More!”

  “More?” he panted, hands moving under mine, getting a better grip on my damp skin. We were both sweating. “You want more?”

  “Yes!” I cried, not even sure what I wanted. I just wanted more of it. “Faster, harder!”

  “Spread your ass for me.” He grabbed my hands and put them on my cheeks, forcing them open. “Oh fuck, your ass is gorgeous.”

  I squeezed and separated, showing him what he wanted to see.

  “Holy hell,” he whispered, sliding his big hands around to grip my thighs and shoving hard into my pussy.

  “Oh!” I cried out, lurching forward on the mattress with the motion, but I wasn’t going anywhere. He had me and he wasn’t letting me go.

  If I thought I was getting fucked before, this beat that by a million. He brought me to him every time he thrust, using me to fuck his cock in hard, riveting jolts. It jarred my teeth in my skull and made me so dizzy I had to bury my face in the mattress.

  Soon, I was so juiced up my girl-cum dripped into the little bit of hair left at the top of my cleft.

  Brian still didn’t have enough of me, so he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me back so his chest pressed against my shoulder blades. He slipped his hands up to knead my tits, pinching my nipples, making me moan. His fingers moved up, turning my face so he could kiss me, parting the seam of my lips, his thrusts slowing as we explored each other with our tongues.

  “I gotta taste you,” he panted, pulling out of me. I cried out at the loss of him, but I didn’t have much time to react.

  He rolled me over onto my back, using his big shoulders to put my thighs up over them, my feet resting, crossed over his spine as he buried his face into my wetness.

  “Oh Brian!” My hands went to his head, nails raking through his short hair, nothing much to grab onto. “Oh my fuck! What the hell!”

  He didn’t just use his tongue and mouth and lips, he used his whole face, rubbing the stubble of his cheeks over the soft, sensitive skin of my labia. His tongue moved down to dip into the hole he’d been fucking, then further down still, probing the pucker of my asshole, making me squirm and writhe.

  “Baby, please!” I panted, my walls clenching in on themselves. “I want your cock! Please, fuck me! Oh God, please, please fuck me!”

  “You taste so fucking good.” He swallowed as his head came up, his face glistening with my juices. “I could eat you for days.”

  “But can you fuck me for days?” I teased, biting my lip and running my fingers over his wet cheeks and chin. “Huh, big brother?”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “Yes.” I nodded eagerly. “It most definitely is.”

  “As soon as you come all over my face.” His hand moved between my legs, fingers sliding in, twisting, curling. “I’m going to fuck my baby sister so hard she’s going to beg me for mercy.”

  “You want me to come?” I rocked my hips up to meet his thrusting fingers. “Then quit talking and get your tongue back in there, big brother. Try to put it to some good use.”

  “Sassy little brat.” He slapped my pussy with his other hand, making me squeal, before fastening his mouth over my mound with the suction of a Hoover.

  “Oh fuck!” I cried, rocking, squirming, but nothing I did would shake him loose. His green eyes blazed as he watched me writhe on the bed, his tongue lashing my little clit again and again, his fingers forcing my hips up as he fingered me faster and faster. “Brian! Ahhhh! Oh my God, you’re gonna make me come all over your face!”

  “Mmmmmmmmmph.” His fingers pounded into me, his head shaking from side to side against my cunt like a dog with a scrap of meat he wasn’t about to let go of.

  “Now!” I arched, moaning, feeling my pussy clutching his fingers, my clit pulsing against his swirling tongue. I shook with my orgasm, digging my heels into his broad back, my thighs snapping closed around his head, my ass coming off the mattress completely. I came so hard I couldn’t see straight.

  My ears were ringing and I could barely catch my breath when he climbed onto me and forced his tongue into my mouth, his cock deep into my still-spasming cunt.

  “Oh Jill, God,” he gasped against my mouth as he bottomed out, balls-deep. My legs went around him, rocking up to meet him, as if I could draw him in even more. “It’s never been like this.”

  “First time without a condom,” I giggled, looking up at him as he pulled back a little.

  “No.” His eyes were dark, serious, searching mine. “It’s you. My sweet baby sister, it’s all you. You’re so fucking hot. My good girl.”

  “Brian.” I touched his face, rubbing my fingers over his still-wet lips. “Do you know how much I love you?”

  “Yeah.” He swallowed, capturing my mouth with his, k
issing me long, deep, taking what little breath I had left.

  Then he buried his face in my neck, whispering, “I love you, too, sis.”

  I cradled his head for a minute as we let those words—his and mine—sink in, our feelings finally catching up as he began to move. His lips trailed over my neck, finding my mouth, tongue pressing in hard, deep. I took that too, like I took his cock, again and again. I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me when he rose up on his elbows for more leverage.

  “Faster,” I whispered, feeling his breath hot against my face. “Harder! Please!”

  He let out a low grunt, rising up further onto his arms, hips driving hard, his cock pistoning into my pussy like he was trying to pin me permanently to the mattress. And still, it wasn’t enough. I ran my hands over his shoulders, his chest, his belly. We were both dripping sweat. He was working hard, eyes closed, not holding back at all anymore.

  “Look at me,” I whispered, rubbing my fingertips over his nipples, getting his attention.

  “Ahhhh!” His eyes flew open and I met his gaze, lifting my hips to his. “Oh fuck, Jill, you feel so good?”

  “You like fucking your little sister’s hot, wet cunt?” My fingers brushed his nipples again, lingering, as I squeezed the walls of my pussy around his shaft. “Feel that? Like that?”

  “Oh fucckkkk,” he growled, shaking his head from side to side, spraying us both with sweat. I let my tongue snake out to taste a droplet that landed on my cheek. “I can’t stand it much longer.”

  “Does fucking your little sister’s pussy make you want to come?” I teased. Oh hell, my clit pulsed at that, even as hard as I’d come all over his face. “I love your cock in me. I love you fucking me, big brother.”

  “Jesus Christ, that’s so wrong.” He groaned, a little smile turning up the corners of his mouth. “You naughty girl.”

  “You know that’s part of it.” I licked my lips, running a hand down to feel where he was moving into me. His thrusts had slowed a little, but his hips kept moving, like they were doing it all on their own.

  “Yeah.” He grinned, slowing even more, looking down to where my hand circled the base of him. Then he lifted his gaze to mine. “But not all of it. Jill… I…”

  “Shhh.” My hand moved, jacking him as he fucked me. God, I loved that motion. “Just fuck me, big brother. Fuck me until you come. I want your cum.”

  He groaned, arching his back and beginning to rut. It was so good, I could barely stand it. My fingers moved over my swollen mound, parting my lips and exposing my clit to his hard, rolling grind. His cock head rubbed deep inside of me, so deep I ached, his balls rubbing up against my ass, and I cried out when I felt the first swell and pulse along his shaft.

  “Oh! Fuck!” He gritted his teeth, hips moving back once before he dove back in, shuddering as his cum erupted inside of me, an explosion of white lava. I felt each beat of it, a hot, swollen clench and release. The minute his crotch met mine again, I came too, not with a scream, but with a whimper. My orgasm surprised me, quivering my limbs, forcing my cunt to snap closed around his cock with a force that made him groan and open his eyes to look at me.

  “That’s it,” he whispered harshly. “That’s my good, sweet girl! Fucking come for me, little sister.”

  I held back a sob, shaking my head, but he ground his hips into mine, forcing every bit of climax from my clit, making me milk his cock. I clung to him, burying my face against his thick, strong neck as he reached down to pull his cock from my pussy. I cried out then, but he wasn’t done. He rubbed the head, spongy but still pulsing and hard, up against my slit, hips still moving, fucking relentless, again and again.

  He whispered in my ear the whole time, my nipples hard against his chest, a constant, delicious grazing, as he rocked me underneath him, not fucking my pussy anymore, but fucking my clit. He rubbed and rubbed his cock over that sensitive little nub, telling me how much he wanted me, that he’d always protect me, that he’d always be my big brother, that he was going love me forever, that I was his, and no one else’s.

  “You’re mine,” he murmured, teeth raking my earlobe. “Mine, mine, mine. Do you hear me? I can’t let you go. I won’t. I’ll never let you go again.”

  “Brian,” I sobbed, crying out with my climax, again, oh again! I didn’t come—I shattered, with a rush of liquid that wet his hands and cock, christening him with my juices.

  When he pulled away, I cried out in protest. But he climbed up my body, knees straddling my sides. He thrust a hand beneath my head, pulling on my hair to lift it, and resumed jerking his cock. His expression was hot and little dazed, cheeks red, eyebrows lowered in such a fiercely joyful scowl, I couldn’t help reaching down between his legs and to cup his balls, giving them a playful tug.

  Brian groaned and his jaw sagged, his entire body tensed as cum exploded from his cock in thick, creamy stripes across my breasts, my face. While he watched I rubbed the creamy goo into my soft tits and belly, up my neck and over my cheeks. Bathing in it. Finally, I rubbed his cum on my mouth and licked my fingers clean.

  His movements slowed and then stopped. We both drew deep ragged breaths. He rolled to my side on the bed, then lay atop me, his spent cock between us, his hands bracketing my face. The scent of our cum was all around us. I smiled, feeling tears well in my eyes.

  “Don’t, little sister.” He kissed my eyes, closing one, then the other. “You’ve been a very good girl.”

  “Am I your best girl?” I didn’t open my eyes to look at him when I whispered the question, too afraid of the answer.

  “I meant every word.” His hand moved through my hair, down my shoulder, his fingers rough and calloused from yard work. I remembered the way he’d touched me during sex and shivered, flushing. “Mine. You’re mine.”

  “But how?” I looked at him, holding my breath.

  “I don’t care.” He pulled my head closer and pressed his lips to my temple. “Now that I’ve had you, I’m not giving you up. I promise you.”

  I nodded, swallowing. I felt the same way. Whatever we had to do, we’d do, to be together. I wasn’t strong enough to fight this.

  The sound of the party reached my ears. People hollering, laughing.

  “Damn.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and finger. “We’ve got a house full of assholes down there to deal with, thanks to you.”

  “Naked assholes, thanks to you!” I shoved him playfully.

  “I never thought you’d do it.” He chuckled, smiling at me. “And I sure as hell never thought you’d do… this…”

  “But are you glad?”

  “Wanna fell how glad?” He arched a dark eyebrow, and his smirk began to curve at one corner of his mouth as he reached for my hand, guiding it down between his legs.

  “Damn,” I whispered, brightening at the way his cock jumped when my fingers touched it. “That’s impressive.”

  “Doesn’t usually happen.” He shrugged. “That’s all you.”

  “Really?”

  He leaned closer and whispered. “No one compares.”

  I smiled as he leaned down and licked at my lips.

  “Hey! Jill!” The voice was far away, but it was Ivy. She’d come looking for me. Crap.

  His smirk returned. “Brave enough to wear me outside?”

  I giggled. “At least you didn’t make a liar out of me. I’m all lotioned up.”

  We wrapped up in towels, although Brian wouldn’t let me cover my tits. So my towel rode low on my hips as we went downstairs.

  Ivy was in the kitchen, standing nude in front of our fridge as we came in. I glanced out onto the patio where the party was still in full swing.

  “There you are!” Ivy brightened when she saw my stepbrother.

  She was already really drunk, I could tell by the way she looked at him. If I wasn’t sure of it before she approached him, hips swaying, her gaze raking over Brian’s chest as she moved in to rub her naked tits against his chest, giving him a hug, I was definitely sur
e of it when her hand crept under the edge of his towel to fondle his cock.

  “Hey, let me take you back upstairs,” she said, slurring her words. “I wanna give you something… you ready for it?”

  Standing beside them, I could only stare. The fucking slut!

  Maybe Brian read my anger, but his hand shot out to shackle Ivy’s wrist, and he pulled it from under his towel.

  “I’m always ready for the right girl.” Over her shoulder, his gaze locked with mine. “But I’m sorry, Ivy—you’re just not that girl.”

  Ivy pouted, turning and sticking her tongue out at me. Oh my God, when she found out…

  I smiled, knowing I was going to keep that secret, at least a little bit longer.

  “Come on, Ives.” I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her with me onto the patio, and away from Brian.

  I couldn’t help smiling, knowing my brother was watching us walk away, feeling his gaze on us.

  On me.

  But I wasn’t worried about where I stood with him. Not anymore. My body felt well-used, loved, my movements easy and flowing. He’d done that. Given me the confidence to move naked among my friends. Because I no longer cared what they saw. I cared only about how proud I’d make him.

  Glancing around the pool at my friends, I shouted, “Who needs another drink?”

  The End

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