by Selena Kitt
I barely had time to gasp at the sheer size of his cock before he was over me. His hands lifted my hips and with a gasping breath he pressed the wide tip of his shaft against my untouched opening and thrust. Hard.
My pained scream echoed around the room. My thighs were spread wider than I thought possible and his cock filled and stretched me to capacity. All I could do was breathe, eyes shut tight, as the burning rod in my pussy forced its way deeper, and the biker above me moaned his pleasure even as I felt tears sliding down the sides of my face.
“Carly... Fuck... Know it hurts, babe.” His fingers dug into my hips and he pulled back slightly only to force even more of his massive cock into my virgin pussy.
“Look at me, Carly,” he breathed, his voice rough. “Open your eyes, honey, and look at me. Don’t shut me out.”
I did as I was told unable to focus on anything but the pain of his invasion. Gray’s eyes were nearly black and he was breathing hard as he stared down at me.
“I love you, Carly,” he moaned. “I know I’m hurting you. Please don’t make me stop.” He started rocking his hips, pumping his cock in short slow thrusts. “Your pussy feels so good around my dick. Don’t make me pull out. Need to feel this... Fuck... so good.”
I was shocked and confused. Make him stop? His body was so big and heavy over mine I couldn’t possibly push him off me. How could I possibly make him do anything?
His jumbled words mixed with the sheer desperation in his voice made my heart ache and as he rocked his hips against me the pain eased. I moaned when his thrusts got stronger, deeper, harder and suddenly his cock was dragging over something sweet and tingly inside me.
He grinned. “That’s it, Carly.” His voice was rough and he rested his weight on his forearms, hands framing my face as he set up a long slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving that monster cock all the way in till his balls slapped against my ass.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, brushing his lips over mine. “Do you have any idea how many times I thought about fucking you? Lying in bed in the room next to yours with my cock in my hand. Imagining your tight innocent little pussy or that smart bossy mouth.”
“Really?”
“Ooh yeah.” He licked his tongue against my lips before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down just enough to make me moan. “Some really nasty ones too.”
That thought sent a shiver of excitement and a whole new wave of arousal through me. Winding my arms around the back of his neck I curled my knees up, pulling him deeper and kissed him.
It was only then that I realized that it was the first time. He’d stripped me and taken my virginity but it was only now that our lips met. He seemed to feel it too, gripping me tighter, his mouth slanting over mine to deepen the kiss even as his hips pumped ever more urgently between my thighs.
I could feel my climax building, sweet thrills of heat and pressure blossoming from where his cock stretched me and his pelvis rocked against my swollen clit. It wasn’t like those times when I was in bed with my fingers rubbing urgently in my panties, this was on a whole new level.
The weight of him, the smell of him, the sound of his hitched breaths, deep guttural groans. He was like a beast fucking me hard into his bed and he was my stepbrother. I’d loved him since our parents married, as a brother, as a friend, as a man. He’d been my protector and now he was my lover. And it was all going to be over too soon!
My eyes flicked open and I shoved at his shoulder, my lips whispering in his ear. “Roll us over so I can ride you, big brother.”
His whole body shuddered and his fingers dug painfully into my thighs. “Bad girl,” he growled before rolling us and pulling me deftly back into place and onto his rigid cock.
After a long moment of watching his face as he regained control, jaw clenching, hissing breath, he finally opened his eyes and grinned at me.
“Sit up and ride me, baby sis.” His voice was rough, his eyes wild. “You can ride me hard as you like.”
I raised up, mewing at the way his cock shifted inside me, dragging over new sweet spots and stretching me delightfully. Did I say it hurt before? All thought of wanting my brothers huge cock out of my virgin cunt fled as a new pressure built in my lower belly.
Looking down at Gray I slid my hands over his hard, muscled stomach and chest, trailing my fingers over the violent tattoos, skulls and roses with bleeding thorns. At the same time he explored my silky skin, caressing his thumbs along the underside of my breasts before weighing them in his large hands.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped and I giggled because I was thinking the exact same thing about him.
I started slow, unsure of how I was supposed to ride him. But after a few careful, rocking movements I got the hang of it. Grabbing his hands I interlinked out fingers and used his strong arms for balance as I rose upwards till only the bare tip of him stretched the tender walls of my pussy, then dropped, impaling myself on him and dragging a delighted cry from my lungs.
I rode him high, and hard, and fast, the only part of our bodies touching were our interlinked fingers and where our bodies joined so perfectly.
“God, Gray!” The words exploded out of me as I rode faster, took him deeper. All thoughts of making it last gone in my need to feel his cock as deep as it could go.
“That’s it, sis. Ride me hard. I’m your fucking Harley and you were made for my cock!” His hands tightened on mine and he groaned, his hips bucking like an angry bull. “Fuck! Knew you were made for me. Sweet, innocent, baby sister.”
His words were like a vice around my clit and it tingled and pulsed with every filthy taboo syllable.
“Ooh, Gray!” My body tightened, my thighs trembled. “I’m... Ooh I’m...”
“That’s it, little girl. Let it happen.” He started rocking his hips at a new angle so his cock was stroking over a sweet spot seconds before I ground my clit against his pelvis. It was so perfect. So good. “Come for your brother.”
The explosion of white light and sensation was so intense I think I screamed. With one final drop I took his cock deep into my soaking, clenching pussy and shuddered with ecstasy as my first real climax rocked through me. Waves of pleasure mixed with emotion so strong. Love and rapture curled around one another and sent molten heat shooting through my veins to bloom over and over in my pussy.
“Sweetheart,” Gray gasped as he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as my climax just kept going. Maybe it was only seconds but it felt like an eternity of bliss.
At some point he rolled us again, thrust himself back inside and fucked me into the bed, his cock a massive unstoppable jackhammer. He crushed me into the mattress, gripping me to him as he took his pleasure from my still clenching cunt.
With a broken yell his huge, beautiful body stiffened and shuddered. All I could do was watch as my strong powerful brother came apart, nothing hidden. His whole body was flushed, his lips turned upwards and the muscles in his arms flexed and contorted with every ejaculation of seed deep into my pussy.
Afterwards he pulled me against him and just kissed me. My hair, my face, my lips. We spent a long time kissing. The simple intimacy of it was almost as satisfying as the sex.
I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow but I know that I’ll never regret this first time being with him. My sexy, damaged, biker stepbrother.
The End
ABOUT FRANKIE BLUE
Frankie was born in the eastern corner of Australia with a dirty mind and an odd sense of humor. Lucky enough to be one of the few babies not eaten by a dingo she grew up in a world of deadly spiders and pothead koalas and was spat out only once by the Yara-ma-yha-who... so that’s lucky.
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Stepbrother Catfish by Izzy Sweet
Chapter One
It’s ten minutes ‘til five o’ clock and I am so done with work. I’ve got a hot date tonight with a smokin’ hot guy and I can’t wait to blow this joint.
I’m currently an office support assistant for my stepfather’s accounting firm. Office support assistant is just a fancy way of saying I do all the filing.
It’s mind-numbing work and it takes all day. I spend the first half of my day just sorting and the second half actually filing it all away.
Today I’ve worked extra fast knowing that at five o’clock I would be meeting my soul mate. The guy I’ve been talking to through texts and over the internet for the past six months. I’ve filed like no girl has filed before. I know I must have set a record or something. I finished early.
For the past twenty minutes I’ve been hanging out in the office, fidgeting, spinning in my chair, and watching the seconds on the clock tick by. I’m hiding.
Maybe I shouldn’t have filed so fast.
There is no ditching out early. If my jerk of a stepbrother, Andrew, doesn’t catch me in the act, no doubt he’ll see it on my time card and rat me out to his father. The last thing I need is my stepfather, Jack, coming down on me.
Andrew doesn’t like me and he’s always had it out for me. We’re as opposite as two can be.
I’ve always been shy and awkward. I haven’t felt comfortable in my body since puberty. I probably sound bitter saying this but for him, unlike the rest of us lesser mortals, it all seems to come naturally. He always has his blonde hair styled in the perfect cut for his too handsome face. If he’s not wearing the current trend he’s probably setting it. He has the looks and body of a male fashion model.
I hate him. I wish I was like him.
I know for a fact he only works out like twice a week yet somehow he manages to retain the ripped, muscled hard body of a Greek God.
I can work out every day and leave my blood, sweat, and tears on the treadmill just to keep the brownie from sticking to me. Alright, it was really two brownies, but anyway... Andrew works out and he’s got not only a six pack but an ass to die for.
And I’m pretty sure he wears a size smaller pants than me. Which used to depress me, until I met AJ.
Well, AJ and I haven’t met yet, technically, but we will once the damn clock hits five thirty.
Come on, I urge the clock. Move.
It’s five minutes to five now and I swear time is slowing down. I just can’t wait to meet AJ. I can’t wait to get out of this place. I’m not only incredibly excited but I’m incredibly nervous that something is going to keep tonight from happening. I have this feeling, like it’s too good to be true, and the universe is just waiting for the perfect moment to bitch slap me.
Please, universe, please. Just this one night. I’ll do anything. I just need this one night, please.
I check my phone. Check to see if there are any messages from AJ. He could still cancel. It’s not too late.
Four minutes to five.
I spin in the chair some more. Anything to keep busy. Anything to keep from fidgeting.
I can’t walk out the door until five o’clock exactly. It’s too risky. If I run into Andrew, he’s bound to give me more work. He seems to always have something ready to dump on me.
I still don’t know what I ever did to Andrew to make him not like me. I want to get along with him, I always have, but he just doesn’t like me. The moment our parents first introduced us, he shook my hand as if I had cooties. I suspect he may believe he’s too good for me.
My heart is racing with excitement but all the spinning is making me dizzy.
AJ and I are going to meet at his favorite restaurant tonight. A little Italian place I’ve never heard of but he thinks it’s amazing. I’m so anxious I can’t even stomach the idea of eating.
Will he still like me when we meet face to face? What if he thinks the pictures I sent him were misleading? I did choose the best angles.
Three minutes to five.
If I was working for anyone else, I would so ditch out early. Jack and Andrew, though, have been keeping close tabs on me. I have to prove myself to them. Prove that I’m worth the loan I need to pursue my dream.
They don’t believe in me. It’s been clear from the beginning. My stepfather wants to keep my mother happy, it’s the only reason he even struck a deal with me.
One year of work. One year of my life, being the office lackey, and he won’t be able to refuse me. I arrive on time every day and I never clock out early. I do everything that is asked of me. I stay late. I have to prove myself by taking all the shit they shovel at me and I try to do it with a smile on my face. I won’t give them any excuse to deny me. It’s only one year of my life.
Sometimes it even feels too easy. But today. Today I want to break the rules just this once. Just this once I want to clock out two minutes early. I want to run as fast as my feet will carry me to AJ.
The door to my office squeaks open.
No, universe, no! You so cannot do this to me.
“Hey,” Andrew says, his voice fairly cackling with the glee of what he’s about to do. He gets off on my misery. “I’ve got this last stack that needs to be filed, ASAP.”
Seriously? The way he and his father ride me, you’d think the world would stop spinning if all the hard copies aren’t filed immediately.
They do it to ride me, they have to. I don’t want to believe there are people so anal that a stack of papers can’t sit around for one evening.
I don’t turn to him. I don’t want to look at his face.
“I’m just about to leave...” I say, my eyes glued to the clock.
It’s five o’clock exactly.
“You can leave once you’re done with these.”
I still don’t want to look at him. I don’t want to see what he has for me. But I have to. I clench my teeth and spin slowly to see what he’s brought me.
He has his coat slung over his shoulder as if he’s about to leave. He’s already loosened his blue tie at his neck. Five o’clock shadow stains his face. The irony.
Must be nice, I think bitterly, dumping work on someone else and clocking out on time.
He has a stack of files balanced on his hand that will take me at least another twenty minutes to file. My date is at five thirty, I need at least fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant. I’ll be late if I stay.
He waves the stack at me, his eyes glittering with mirth because he knows my pride makes me hesitate but I’ll eventually suck it up and take it.
“Set them on the desk, I’ll get to them first thing in the morning.”
Normally I would just grab the stack and deal with it. But not this time. I’ve got to make this date. My happily ever after is on the line.
Andrew takes two steps towards me and dumps the stack onto my lap. I’m so shocked by his audacity I can’t even speak. My jaw hits the floor.
He laughs, “Tonight, Hailey, before you leave.”
He turns and still I can’t speak. I should stick up for myself. I should tell him where he can shove these files but I’ve trained myself well not to snap at him.
I’ll just have to do them. I’ll file as fast as I can. I’ll run a little late but I’ll call AJ. Let him know I’m stuck at work and not standing him up. It’s not the first impression I want to make but given the circumstances I just have to hope he won’t hold it against me.
Just when I think Andrew is gone, he stops at the door and glances over his shoulder at me. “Besides,” he has to get one last barb in, “It’s not like you have a date or something.”
But I do have a date!
He laughs that villainous cackle of his and inwardly I’m cursing him. Fuck you, I yell in my head. And fuck your nice ass, I add as I wat
ch him walk away.
I spin back to my desk and grab my phone. I shoot off a quick text to AJ.
Me: Hey, sorry I’m stuck at work and running a little bit late.
I look down at my lap, at the mess I have to deal with and decide I better give him a call too.
The line rings and rings then I get a generic computerized voice instructing me on how to leave a message.
“Hey, AJ, it’s me, Hailey. I just sent you a text. I’m stuck at work and running a few minutes late but I’m on my way. Call me back.”
Knowing I wouldn’t have time to run home and change for our date today, I chose to wear a simple black pocketless dress to work. Instead of lugging my purse with me to the file cabinets, I decide to slip my phone into my bra. That way if AJ calls I won’t miss it.