Stepbrother - Alpha Heat

by Hailey Morgan

  “Meg, I love you,” he grunted, throwing away the condom and rested in between my legs. My wetness bursting with desire for him. My legs wrapped around his waist, lunging against him, desperately craving a release. A deep grunt shook his chest, as his lips wrapped around my nipple.

  “This is it baby,” he said, as his smooth cock head started rubbing slowly up and down my slit. He drove wild. A thunderous moan moved from my lips throughout the flat, as he teased up a storm inside me.

  “Yes, give me your cock Storm, fuck me! Fuck me now! Now!”

  And then he thrust deep inside me, gifting me with his hot length, filling me until he reached my hymen.

  He paused for a second, asking me.

  “You good, baby?”

  “Yes, yes, take my virginity Storm!”

  His hands moved up, twirling inside my hair with urgency, as he pushed passed my resistance.

  I cried as pain and pleasure grabbed hold of me.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No! It’s wonderful! Take, take me!”

  “Fuck Meg, I’ll take you so hard, you’ll forget this,” he grunted and started thrusting into me deeper and further. With each new move, he demanded more of my body and soul, allowing me to ride his raw intensity. His lips found my neck and he started kissing it intensely. A few seconds later he moved down to my nipples and gave them each a hard bite, allowing me to cry out for more. My fingernails moved deep into his body, as he pushed inside me, hitting my back wall each time.

  “Fuck Meg, you feel so good baby,” he murmured as he tensed up on top of me, pushing even faster.

  “Yes, harder, harder!” I urged him on, scratching his back, grinding my hips against him. His sweaty balls moved onto my slit rhythmically, driving me crazy.

  I felt myself, tightening around his length, as he started vibrating harder. His cock filling up with fresh blood. A deep growl of arousal escaped his lips as his cock pounded deeper inside me. I was left breathless, as our sweat blended inside a forbidden game.

  My body tensed up even more, as I felt a new climax building up.

  “Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! ” I started making short staccato grunts.

  “Do you like when I fuck your pussy hard, sis? You like that?” his rawness provoked up a tornado inside me, as his pulsating flesh worked me like I had never dared imagine.

  “YES! YES! YES!"I moaned.” Ah! Ah! Yes! Like that! Don’t stop! Ahhhhh Storm! ” I felt a release.

  “Oh my God!!” I shouted, as my body lurched underneath the pressure.

  An orgasm shot straight through my body, sending me into a turmoil of small shakes. An explosion of satisfaction erupted inside me. So raw, so real. So beautiful! He released my hair and gripped my hips tighter, pulling me harder onto him. He moved faster and more rigidly, making my euphoria last longer.

  “Yes Storm, feel me up with your life!” I cried, my voice cracking inside a euphoria.

  “Ah,” he grunted,” Fuck!” He drove so hard into me a few more times and then I felt his force explode inside me like a scorching lava. The sensation was leaving me breathless, as his life vigor spread inside my secret infinite. I was inside forbidden heaven and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

  He completely collapsed on top of me, worn out and sweaty, breaming with after lust. I breathed in and loved his sense around my body. His strong weight was buried deep inside me, resting so effortlessly, as we blended together. I could almost feel his heart beat through my body. It was as if we were one.

  His breathing slowly began to settle and he moved to the side, allowing me to rest.

  His hand caressed my bare, sweaty breasts as he leaned in and kissed me.

  “I love you so much sis,” he whispered, his warm breath spreading on my neck.

  “Oh, I love you Storm…” I whispered, turning around to my side, facing his deep blue eyes.

  His warm energy spread around me like a cushion of forbidden love which I never wanted to leave.

  “Do you think we have a chance?” I whispered, searching for answers inside his resting gaze.

  He smiled at me and placed a small kiss on my lips.

  “A chance? We have more than that. Remember the business I said I needed to do here?”

  “Yeah?” I lit up.

  “Well, it was a job I applied for…And I got it. I’m moving out here to be with you, next month. That is, if you’ll have me, my feisty little thing.”

  His chuckle warmed me up.

  I bit my lip.

  “Before I answer that, tell me what that intimate part of your business was?” I asked teasingly.

  “That part was you.”

  “So you knew you wanted to do this ever since you came here?” I asked,” In that case you are so sneaky, Mr.!”

  “And you are adorable, baby.”

  He moved in, his nose tickling mine. Then he looked me deep inside my eyes. He had a serious look on his face.

  “Well, I knew I wanted to do this ever since you left New Jersey. When you left, you broke me inside Meg. You broke Storm… Fuck I can’t believe it myself…Nobody has ever done that before.”

  His hand moved to the back of my head and his lips tasted mine.

  “Well, what do you say?”

  I wrapped my arm around his tattooed muscular shoulder and pulled him in.

  “In that case, it’s a yes.” A smile spread on my lips, before he locked me up into another passionate kiss.

  ***

  Stepbrother Untouchable – Outlaw Burn

  ***

  I moved my hands down my hips, trying desperately to straighten my dress. I looked down, feeling confusion racing around my head. This was no use. It was ruined. My beautiful dress was destroyed. The stains of mud were never going to wash out. Fuck. I moved to the sink and poured some cold water, before splashing it into my face. A glance in the mirror confirmed what I was thinking.

  Dark circles underneath my eyes and long smudged traces of mascara, which had already dried. I looked like a fucking mess! I felt tension rising inside my chest. Damn it! This had to stop once and for all. I had to stop all contact with Dylan. All of it. He had gone completely crazy and this was the last time he had done something like that.

  I reached for the handle and stormed out of the bathroom. My heart went into a cardio arrest when I saw him standing in front of me.

  “God damn you Chaser! Are you out of your freaking mind? That was my date!!!!” I burst out. My face flushed in fury, as I shook my head.

  “Misty, look at me…” he said, leaning on the side of the door, blocking me. I looked inside his eyes and then immediately regretted it. His green eyes pierced through me. I was lost inside a turmoil of ocean of rage. Yeah. That was him, my stepbrother was all rage and wildness. His tattooed arm went up to his forehead and he wiped off some perspiration, without abandoning his blocking position.

  His bare over body, gleamed in dampness. There was nowhere for me to go, so I just stood there, looking at him, as he breathed heavily. Even though his eyes were burning, his face showed no signs of the emotions. I had to stop doing this. I didn’t want to deal with his shit anymore. I have had it enough with his craziness. I needed to get as far away from him as possible.

  “Have you made up your mind yet?” Damn it! He wasn’t serious!? This was so not the right time to talk about it. I couldn’t believe him. That’s it. I’m done here.

  “Fuck you. I can’t believe you did that,” I clenched my teeth and pushed pass him with everything I had in me. But it only took a second before he reached out for me and pulled me back. Close. Really close. It was so close that I couldn’t breathe.

  My heart started racing, as I felt his complete dominance take hold of me. God, I hated him so bad.

  My body was going into emotional overload, as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in onto his chest. My breasts pressed hard against his muscular chest that was pouring with sweat. The dark and colored tattoos glowed in the bath of sweat.

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sp; “Let me go,” I breathed heavily, feeling my jaw clenching. He didn’t even flinch, he just held me steadily against him, his warm breath on my face. My hands went up to his biceps and I squeezed them hard, pinching all I could. I wanted to hurt him.

  “Let me go Dylan!” I shouted.

  “Hey, easy now kitty..” he whispered then his face moved closer to mine and I could feel a sting of his rough beard as it brushed against my cheek. His arm pressed me harder against him and it sent shudders down to my spine. His lips on my ear.

  “I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”

  I moved back a notch allowing some space in between us. I couldn’t be this close to him. This was so wrong. So fucking wrong, I was losing self-control. My panties dampened up in a wicked fashion. My body wanted him so much, it hurt. I shook my head no as fast as I could, my body tormented underneath the burn of his touch. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No matter how hard I fought it, he wasn’t letting me go. And I wanted him just as bad. His hand touched my chin, moving it around until I faced him. There was no way to look but inside his eyes.

  Those dangerous burning green eyes. It was overwhelming. Too much. Too much! No. I felt myself starting to hyperventilate. His stare pulled me into his enigma. I hated myself for craving him so much. Lusting for him down to my core. My pussy started screaming in desperation and he responded to my demand by pulling his thick thigh in between my legs. My short dress pulled up, leaving my thighs exposed to him. My lace panties tugged at my pussy slit, leaving me breathless.

  “You are so wet,” He whispered, as his fingers moved up the side of my hip until he palmed my breast. He consumed me completely.

  “Oh… ”I moaned as my mind fought over my body... My essence melted into his wild ways and then he pinched my nipple so hard, it made me shiver in lust. I arched my back, releasing a deep sigh, then my hands twirled inside his hair, lust bursting inside my core.

  “You feel so good. You burn inside me…” His sexy voice spread around me like forbidden lava, leaving me faint. He grunted, responding to my hunger, as he pushed his thigh, grinding it against my wet pussy lips.

  “No, no, we can’t do this… You are my brother, Dylan!” I murmured abruptly. He stopped touching me. And the next second, it was as if the Alaskan winter had settled around us. I had broken the moment.

  Then he pulled back, releasing me from his touch. My body gasped in disappointment and emptiness settled inside me. He looked at me, his eyes cold as ice.

  I breathed heavily, fighting the urge to reach out and taste those forbidden full lips. If only once.

  “Dylan, I-“

  “Save it kid,” he said aloof, before turning around.

  A few moments later, I heard him make his way down the stairs. The door opened and closed. And finally I heard the raging roar of his engine. I stood there for another two minutes just breathing. My heart was shattered to pieces when the void he had left inside me started growing. UCLA it is. My mind was made up. Los Angeles was the best city. The furthest away from him.

  ***

  “What’s up with you? Why don’t you want to go? I don’t get it,” Emma huffed, making a full stop. Her eyes were wide open and I knew she meant business. I rolled my eyes, taking another mouth full of my bagel. I knew this party was important to her.

  “This is so good, you were right,” I said, brushing the comment off. I had no interest what so ever in telling her about how I really felt about bikers.

  “Don’t you try to change the subject? Speak! I’m all ears,” she nodded as her hand went to her hip and she leaned into it.

  “It’s nothing Em, I’m just tired, that’s all,” I said, pressing a smile.

  Her hand reached out and shook my arm.

  “Hello, Earth to Misty,” she tried again. This time her face was so gentle, it made me almost want to tell her. Almost.

  “I have never seen you this quiet and you never miss a party…Never. And we have known each other, what like for two years?” she paused, as it thinking how to proceed, “Hon, what are you not telling me?”

  I took a deep breath, looking around, praying my bus was coming soon. Anytime now, I thought to myself.

  “I just feel like taking it easy tonight, grab a glass of white and maybe some sushi. Hey, why don’t you skip the party and come over to my place? We can watch that new show.”

  I have never felt so weird in a conversation with my best friend before. Never. I thought I had put it all behind me. But here I was, two years later and just the thought of going to a MC Club for some stupid party, made me agitated. It made me nervous. It made me feel weak…and broken inside.

  But most of all…It made me think of him. God damn it! I hadn’t thought about him for two whole years and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. No. I had moved half way across the country just to get away from the man who made me feel so consumed, so utterly helpless. Who made me want to fall into the temptation of outlaw, forbidden ways just with only one look?

  No, I wasn’t having it.

  “Nice try, “she squeezed her eyes, observing me carefully. This is what Emma always did when she didn’t believe someone, she would hold her gaze on somebody for so long, until they got completely nervous and broke down. Usually ending up with the whole different story than the one originally told. It made Emma feel so powerful. It was so funny, really.

  But she had never done it to me. Until now, that is. Sure her look did made me feel a bit nervous, she was good, but not that good. Thank god.

  “You look so funny like that Em.” My laughter spread around us and she started giggling as well. Then I could see she relaxed again.

  “Are you saying my look is not working on you?” Her eyebrow rose.

  “Not a chance,” I grinned,” But it’s a really good look.” I mocked her.

  She shrugged pausing for a second, probably thinking about how to get to me. Then she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, blinking her eyes.

  “Please, please, please come with me tonight.” Her voice was sweet, like always when she needed a favor.

  “I don’t understand why you need me there to begin with? You have Rage! Oh my god! The sexy biker, hmmm, the guy who fulfills all your fantasies…” I made an impression that she had done when she had met Rage three weeks earlier.

  I thought my impression of her was hilarious but she just shrugged her shoulders.

  “Oh but I want you to come as well. Please, please, please it would mean so much to me. And Rage said he wanted you to meet one of his friends. Who knows-“

  “Bikers are not my type at all.” I cleared my throat.

  “Sure, you say that now. But when you meet one...oh wow. You should see them. They are so fucking hot, and wild. Yum…. Oh, please come with me.”

  “Nope.” I stood my ground.

  She paused, then her face went from cute to confident.

  “Oh my God! You so owe me!” She squealed. I looked at her happy glow. I couldn’t believe she remembered. Crap. I did owe her, big time. She was right. I had promised her a big favor one day, if she went on a double date with me and Tom and his friend Mop. His incredibly boring and weird friend. Of course she refused first, but then gave in. She went through the most awful night of her life, listening to Mop’s weird stories about gene manipulation. Yeah.

  Just so I could get together with Tom. Anyway, later it turned out that Tom was a jerk, who was only interested in getting into my panties. I cut him loose the same night. The whole date was pointless, but that didn’t change the fact that I still owed her. Big time. I let out a deep sigh.

  “But I really want to stay at home tonight… I’ve had so many late nights with work, with school, with-“

  “Payback time baby!” she interrupted me, then she took a step until she faced me.

  “Have I no saying in this at all?” I pouted.

  “Nope, you don’t,” she chuckled,” Put on that hot dress and be ready at 9pm. We’ll pick you up.” Her face glowed up like a Christmas tree.<
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  “Oh, here is your bus.” She smiled, leaned in and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. “Go, go honey. Make yourself look really hot! It will be great!! You’ll see… bikers are not all that bad.”

  You have no idea.

  “Hm.” I murmured, giving her a good bye hug.

  ***

  I glanced in my full length mirror. Hot? I moved my head sideways and checked again. Tight black dress. Knee high boots. Hair and make-up, natural yet sensual. Hot? Sure. Definitely hot. Em will be so pleased, I thought to myself and smiled. And then I went over to my cabinet and grabbed myself a glass of Chablis. I needed that. Then I sat down by my kitchen counter and sipped slowly.

  Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad? I knew for a fact that Em was a great judge of a character. And this guy Rage sounded really cool. Even though he was a biker. I took another sip of my wine. Fuck. Could I really pull this through? Hang out with MC’s all night was not something I thought I would ever do again. Not since I had left Chicago. My thought started racing and just as I felt my body started to tense up, I heard the loud bike noise outside. Harley Davidson 1969 and….1985 Harley Davidson Heritage Classic. Damn.

  I hated the fact that I knew that. I hated that I had ever let him teach me all the useless stuff about the bikes.

  “Misty!” There was a high pitched voice calling me. I quickly walked over to the window and looked down. Em was standing there with two bikers.

  I opened my window.

  “Be right down!” I loathed how my body reacted when I saw the cool smooth curves of the bikes and the guys that represented everything I had ran away from, for years.

  I gulped down the rest of the wine, before putting away the glass. Just keep drinking and you’ll be fine, I thought to myself and glanced quickly at my profile, grabbing my purse. You look fine damn it. Just go!