Beast Brothers: A Stepbrother Sports Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  He chuckles as he finally finishes pulling my pants over my feet. I watch his gaze move back up to the top of my legs, where I’m sure he can see that my excitement has thoroughly dampened my panties.

  I wish I was wearing edible underwear. Actually I wish they would just disintegrate.

  He runs a lazy hand under the elastic at the top of my remaining piece of clothing.

  “Get me naked already!” I urge him.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Billy says in his most gentlemanlike tone. “All you had to do was ask.”

  “Always a gentleman,” I say, with teasing sarcasm.

  I lift my hips to assist him, and finally I am bare to him, though I realize that he is still completely dressed, despite my best efforts.

  He starts with his fingers, running them gently over my pussy, before gradually exploring my folds. “I think you like taking it slow,” he says, as he dips into my pooling moisture. He uses my slickness, and moves just a bit faster, swirling his fingers over my clit.

  “Mmmmm, I like this…”

  He moves down and positions himself between my legs, and then his mouth is on me, making me squirm with unbearable pleasure. I remember when I saw him playing catch and riding a horse and how I had noticed the self-assured confidence and ease with which he moved his strong body. But now I know his athletic skills are nothing compared to the talent in his tongue. Oh my god. I do like taking it slow. I love taking it slow. I love anything that involves Billy circling so slowly and deliberately around my clit that I can feel myself dripping for him.

  He teases me with a languid pace, and then he varies his speed and flicks quickly across my little nub, making me jerk and buck at the intensity of it. He laps at my pussy, he pushes his tongue into me, he kisses me, and gently sucks my folds into his mouth.

  “That’s my girl,” he says, and it’s not until he speaks that I realize I’m making noises. Probably the purring and whimpering sounds he’d referred to earlier. I don’t even know, and I am beyond caring. All I’m really aware of are Billy’s mouth and his hands, and all of the unbelievable things he’s doing to me.

  He brings me to the edge, and then he switches up his technique and I slip back off. He brings me to the edge again, but doesn’t take me over. I’m practically light-headed from panting; every bit of my body is poised in anticipation of release.

  “Billy, please…” I beg, struggling for the words, then drawing them, hoping to convince him to have mercy on me. I try to move my hips but he holds me down as he overwhelms me with the pleasure created by his tongue.

  “Billy, please…”

  He finally lifts his head and smiles up at me. “Okay. I think you’re ready.” His voice is husky with desire.

  I watch as he stands, unbuttons his shirt, and finally, unzips his pants. His pace isn’t slow now, but it’s not fast enough for me. My entire body is calling out for him, needing him to be on me, in me, and all around me.

  I see the tattoo that I’d caught a glimpse of that day on the farm. He has others on his chest and arms, and I can’t wait to touch them, and trace them all. His body is amazing. So strong, so perfect. My gaze returns to the tattoo on his hip as he pushes down his boxers and I finally get to see where that mark leads.

  Then I forget all about his body art, as his real masterpiece is revealed.

  “Wow,” I can’t help but say out loud.

  The corner of his mouth lifts into the slightest hint of a grin. He runs his hand down the length of his very large cock, and it grows further as he handles it.

  I would have been intimated if I wasn’t so beyond ready for him.

  Billy reaches behind him to grab a condom from his pocket, and while I wait, I admire his body like the perfection that it is. His ab muscles seem to angle downward toward his cock, highlighting and featuring it, like the main attraction that it is.

  With a quick motion, he sheaths it, and I swear it grows larger still. Maybe I am just a little bit intimidated.

  Billy glances down between my legs and then up into my eyes. “God, Kate. I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  He goes down for one more taste of me then, returning to my pussy with his skillful tongue. He focuses on my clit, doing what he’s learned I like best, swirling and flicking for just a few more moments, he lifts me back up to the edge of the peak.

  “I want you inside me,” I cry. I reach for his shoulders and urge him upward.

  He gives me one last, memorable lick, and then he moves up my body. Soon he’s smiling above me as he brushes a stray strand of hair off of my cheek.

  He lays a kiss just under my chin, then focuses his attention on lining himself up at my opening.

  “Maybe take this part slow?” I suggest, wondering if I’ll be able to accommodate all of him.

  “Don’t worry,” he murmurs.

  I feel him then, the head of his cock against me, and I can’t help but push my hips towards his and urge him forward. The tip of him slips inside me and I moan. I feel like I’m getting something I’ve wanted for years.

  “Oh god, Billy…”

  “It is okay?” His voice is concerned.

  “It’s amazing.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer as he sinks in deeper. Inch by inch, I feel him open me and fill me. I lift my hips again to invite him in further, and after a few more delicious inches, I feel his body press against mine.

  “Still okay?” he asks, as he holds still inside me, feeling me expand and adjust to his size.

  “Absolutely perfect,” I sigh.

  “Yeah,” he agrees. Then he starts to move in me, and what had already felt perfect, becomes so much more than that. He moves slowly at first, being gentle and considerate as always. Then, though he doesn’t move faster, he changes his angle and moves more purposefully somehow, and the pressure of his movements stimulate my clit, which is already so enflamed from the wonderful things he did with his tongue.

  As he moves in and out of me, I quickly come right back to that edge, but this time I know he’s not stopping me. And all of the buildup, all of the not-quite orgasms that he’d led me to already, gather together to multiply the intensity.

  “Don’t stop,” I pant as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

  Never stopping, never varying his motion, he bends to my breast, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth as I start to cry out.

  “Oh god, yes!”

  It is so intense, so incredible. Every inch of me seems joined in the explosion that’s finally fully triggered. His long, thick cock continues to push in and out of me, his strong body seems to be all around me, and just before I lose awareness, I see that his beautiful, brown eyes are smiling down at me. I reach the edge and then sail right over into the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had.

  Wave after wave of pleasure passes through me. My mind seems to leave my body for I don’t know how long, and then I’m floating. Floating off to someplace made of pure ecstasy. Finally, I come back to myself, and become aware that Billy is still moving in me, slowly and tenderly, and he’s holding me tight.

  “That was…” I try to speak, but I’m not quite able. My breath is ragged and thin.

  “Yeah,” Billy agrees. He brushes hair away from my mouth and kisses me, tenderly and deeply.

  “Yeah,” I sigh.

  I smile at him and he grins down at me. “Wanna do it again?”

  We’re still doing it, so I’m kind of confused by his invitation. Do it again? Ohhhh. Realization dawns on me just as Billy reaches under me and deftly flips us around so that he’s suddenly lying on the bed and I’m sitting astride him. Mmmmm. All new sensations await discovery.

  I lean over and kiss him. When we part, Billy’s voice is nearly a growl. “I wanna see you come again.”

  “All you have to do is ask,” I say, smiling at him, still in a blissed-out state.

  I love this position, and I’ve never loved it more than right now. Seeing Billy’s incredible physique lai
d out beneath me is exciting all by itself. I finally get my chance to trace the patterns of the tattoos that adorn his muscles. I swirl my fingers over the peaks and valleys of his firm torso. I lean over him to lay kisses here and there.

  All the while, I start to move over him. I grind down onto him, pressing my soft curves into his hard body. I find just the right angle, and it’s not long at all before I’m doing exactly what he’s asked of me.

  This climax is not as intense as the first one, but it’s wonderful all the same. My eyes shut as I come, and I cry out his name. When I open my eyes, I look down to see Billy staring back at me with both caring and lust in his expression. I shiver a little at the sight of him.

  When I recover, he leans up to kiss me and then eases me off of him. He’s been such a generous partner; I’m eager to give him his own release.

  He repositions me once again so that I’m on all fours, head facing the wall. He gives my hip a squeeze and I wiggle with the anticipation of feeling him inside me again. He doesn’t tease me now; he wastes no time in pushing back into me, and the change of position makes it feel almost like a new experience.

  He hits all new angles and new spots inside me, and oh my god, I almost feel like I could come again as he pushes into me. He’s so deep inside me, filling me completely. He moves in and out of me in slow, deep strokes.

  “Billy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I seem to remember you once asking if I prefer it rough,” I say, as I twist to look at him.

  “Yeah?” Recognition lights up his face.

  “Let’s have it rough,” I say, and I use my internal muscles to tighten around his cock inside me.

  “Damn!” Billy says, with enthusiasm. “All you have to do is ask!”

  He grabs onto my hips with both hands and quickly increases his pace. He drives into me once, twice, and then—

  Crack!

  He stops just as he’s pulling halfway out, and I realize what’s just happened. My bed has broken! The angle of the mattress has tilted, but not so much that it’s unworkable.

  “Just keep going,” I say with a laugh. I knew this sex was good, but now I have proof. It’s mind-blowing, earth-shattering, bed-breaking, great sex!

  Billy resumes his rough treatment, pounding into me relentlessly, and, to my relief, my bed holds up. He brings me to one more orgasm — three in one night! — before he finally changes his rhythm, holds tighter to me, and starts to erupt. He cries out as he pushes into me. He squeezes my hips in his strong hands and I hear his breathing catch. I feel his cock pulsing deep inside me and I hope he’s feeling every bit as good as he’s made me feel tonight.

  Chapter 19

  “You need to get back tonight, don’t you? To be with Tommy?”

  Billy props himself up on an elbow and sounds reluctant when he speaks. “Yeah, I do.” He runs his warm palm along the curves of my body. I can feel his eyes on me. “When can I see you again?”

  See me again? The fact that he’s asking this, and asking this so soon after we have sex goes against my assumption that his goal was to have me as a conquest and then move on. I fumble words as I try to form a response, but he interrupts.

  “I’d like to take you out on a proper date. We’ve kind of done things backwards and I’d like the chance to make it right. To treat you as a gentleman should.”

  “A date?” I say helplessly.

  “Yes, Kate, a date.” He trails the backs of his fingers across my bare stomach, gently tickling me.

  “Billy, I just got out of a relationship. A bad one.”

  He speaks again before I have a chance to protest too much. “I understand that, and I can be patient. You know I don’t mind taking things slow.” He pauses to run his tickling fingers down to my hips, reminding me of all the slow, delicious things he’s just done to me. My skin tingles under his touch.

  He laughs quietly and looks adorable, and I suddenly realize I’m about to break his heart. From the look of him — giant, and gorgeous, and built like a god — I’d assumed Billy had women whenever he wanted them. I assumed he wanted me for sex, to even things out after I’d been a tease, and then I assumed he’d be moving on. But the way he’s talking… He wants a relationship, and that’s not something I ever considered to even be on the table.

  I sit up, pull the sheet over my chest, and wrap my arms around me to hold it in place. “Billy, I’m sorry. Tonight was spectacular and amazing and unbelievable.” I’m speaking the absolute truth, and I’m also hoping that if I stoke his ego first, the rest of my words won’t hurt. “But how could we date each other?”

  Billy sits up and looks at me with surprise.

  “First of all, you’re my stepbrother. We’re as good as related. This really shouldn’t have happened at all.” I gesture down at the bed, referring to what we just shared. “But it did, and I’m glad it did, but it can’t happen again. Our parents would be shocked if they knew we’d been together, and I don’t want them to ever find out.” I look at him, hoping to see that he’s in agreement about the importance of secrecy, but his expression is moving from surprise to a closed-off look.

  “Aside from the fact that we’re related, we have nothing in common. We live far apart, in completely different worlds. We want different things out of life. You and I are all wrong for each other.”

  Billy stares at me flatly and then finally says, “I didn’t realize you felt that way.”

  I reach for him, not wanting my words to come off as cold and uncaring, but he rolls away from me. I call out to him, but he’s already grabbed his clothes and is closing the bathroom door behind him.

  I find a robe for myself and wait for Billy in the living room. The bedroom is too charged with tension, and talking any further with him right next to the bed where we’ve just made love, would be adding insult to injury. I want to tell myself we “hooked up,” but it was lovemaking. He was tender and attentive, and I really should have known better. Why can’t I seem to do anything right with Billy? I don’t typically make bad decisions, but that’s all I seem to do where he’s concerned.

  He’s back out in less than two minutes and heads directly for the door.

  “Billy, wait—” I call.

  He turns, and the look on his face might as well be a punch in my gut, for it has the same physical effect on me. “Why, Kate? So you can tell me more about how different we are? You’ve made it plenty clear that I’m not good enough for you. You don’t need to detail it any further.”

  “That’s not what I—” I start toward him, feeling sick at how he’s interpreted my words.

  “I gotta go.” He’s out the door, roughly pulling it closed behind him before I can say another word.

  Chapter 20

  Once again I find myself thinking about Billy more than I should. I do a lot of soul-searching, and most of the time, I don’t like what I find. I know in my heart that I didn’t mean to imply that I am somehow better than him, but the more I look inward, the more I realize that maybe some small part of me does feel superior. Maybe I think my job and goals are more meaningful than Billy’s life in the country, and maybe those judgments, which I’d never even admitted to myself, somehow came out in my words and actions.

  I place a lot of value on goals and achievement, but it makes me sick to think that I might have judged him this way. I remember my mom telling me about the hard choices Billy made after his mother died, and I feel like the worst person on earth for making him feel like he was anything less than anybody else.

  I think a lot about contacting him, and I almost do several times. I don’t even have his cell number, which seems crazy. I could contact my mom for it, or even just call George’s house, but each time I start, I stop myself.

  I’ve never done anything right as far as Billy’s concerned, and I’m afraid that I’ll just make things worse, if that’s even possible. I teased him once, then I finally slept with him and insulted him afterward. I’m honestly afraid of what I might do next. I mean no harm, b
ut my intentions don’t seem to matter.

  I doubt Billy would even talk to me anyway. I definitely wouldn’t, if I were him. I torture myself with a near constant cycle of these thoughts, and eventually I just hope that letting time pass will ease the situation. I know I’ll have to see him again sometime. There’ll be family get-togethers, holidays. I imagine him not speaking to me, and I hope I’ll have some opportunity in the future to apologize to him.

  As much as I regret how my words made him feel, I can’t regret my decision in turning him down. I’ve always known that my parents were very different people, and their differences brought them down. It was devastating when my dad left us, and to be honest, it bothers me to this day. I vowed long ago to do all I could to find the perfect partner, someone who shares my interests and dreams. Of course I know that there are no guarantees in life, but I’m not willing to choose a life partner based on things like physical attraction and crazy hot sex, because desire does not necessarily last.

  I try to process my regret and my pain and hope that I eventually come out of the experience a better person. And I hope that someday I can be a decent stepsister to Billy. In the meantime, I throw myself into my work and keep as busy as I can.

  I hear from my mom every couple of weeks. Though they’re back from Hawaii, she and George are clearly still in the honeymoon phase. She appears to be loving life, and it’s great to hear. I resist the urge to ask her how Billy’s doing.

  I don’t miss Clay at all. In the interest of being a better person, I very neatly box up the few possessions he’d had at my apartment, and I mail them to him, clean and free of mud. He tried to contact me only twice after the wedding, but to my relief, he did not persist.

  About a month after the breakup, and my emotional night with Billy, I agree to go out on a date with a coworker from the financial department at the museum. We see each other twice, but then I decline a third invitation. I also have one date each with someone a friend sets me up with, and someone who I meet at a work event, but both nights feel forced. Something is off, and I decide that I just need more time.