by Gia Blue
I wipe my face with my fingers and then lick them clean, hunting for any remnants of his delicious cum. “I love it,” I tel him and moan, pussy wanting, cranky that it wasn’t fil ed with his dick. “Yours is particularly creamy.” Matt’s breath is stil coming in heavy pants, sweat plasters his temples and forehead, and I watch as his Adam’s apple travels the length of his neck. I pucker my lips and blow him a kiss before I rise from my position on the floor. A quick little wave of my fingers and I turn my back to him, saunter toward the garage door. In the entryway, I turn and give him a wink, watch as his face burns a bright red. “Thanks, Matt.”
Forcing myself to turn around, I focus on getting to the house. My knees are weak, pussy wet and heart beating a mile a minute. Whew. So.
That’s what it felt like to give my stepbrother a BJ.
Wel , it wasn’t as awesome as I’d imagined actual ful on sex would be, but it’d do for now.
Dinner final y rol s around and I notice Matt’s quiet, reserved, and acts as if he’s got the weight of the world on his broad shoulders. Even though I’ve made my special four cheese lasagna, that he loves, he’s withdrawn and barely eats. My stepfather asks if he’s sick, but I know the truth. When he simply nods and excuses himself from the table, guilt worms into my heart.
Did I just ruin my relationship with the only family I have left?
Regret is churning in my stomach, making me think that perhaps the blowjob had been a tiny (okay, he’s not tiny) mistake.
My stepfather shovels on the praise, tel ing me I’ve inherited my mother’s skil s, and it relieves some of my tension, the rest leaving me as I clean up the kitchen.
Exhausted, I trudge up the stairs to my bedroom, dreading the coming hours as I study for finals. Slut queen or not, I’ve never neglected my school work. Regardless of how much I hate history…math…wel , everything. I’ve always been at the top of my class, and regardless of my career choice, I know an education is important.
Hel , porn stars don’t make movies for forever.
Once it fizzles, I’l always have a backup plan.
Contrary to popular belief, al sluts aren’t stupid. And once my sex-tastic life is over, I refuse to work in a dead-end job, living from paycheck to paycheck.
I’m total y smarter than that.
Hel , Jenna Jameson made mil ions of dol ars on her back (and knees), because she used her mind more than her pussy. That’s gonna be me. No doubt.
After fighting with math for a good hour, fol owed with thirty agonizing minutes of history, I’m ready to crash. I toss my books aside, strip down to my panties and crawl into bed. I hate having anything constricting me, a shirt getting tangled, or a bra restricting my breasts.
A flick of my bedside lamp and darkness surrounds me. Worry over what I’ve done with Matt is stil nagging at the back of my mind, but I figure I’l corner him tomorrow and…shit. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I just want to make it right again.
A smidge past midnight, something wakes me. I figure it’s the next door neighbor’s dog once again, but not hearing his little yippy bark, I reach for the lamp, intent on figuring out what woke me.
Except a soft, deep voice stops me.
“Don’t.”
It’s Matt. And part of me is jumping for joy, excited at the prospect of being in the same room as him in nothing but panties and a big bed at our disposal. The other half of me is terrified, worried over what he’s about to say, how he’s going to bring my world crashing down around me.
Only…only he slips into bed beside me, and I scoot aside, give him more room to lie down.
The curtain isn’t closed, a sliver of light breaking through the sheer fabric, and once my eyes adjust, I see his profile clearly, the outline of his muscled body, the curls of his brown hair and the deep blue eyes that are boring into mine. His chest is bare, and I drink in the sight of his tanned skin, the ridges of muscle and sprinkling of hair that leads my eyes downward. He’s wearing jeans, the cloth covering the cock I’d had in my mouth only hours ago. I lick my lips, regret or not, I stil remember his taste and crave more.
He eases closer, buries his face against my neck, brushes his lips over my skin, and my body responds. My nipples harden, heart rate increases and my pussy flares to life. Those light, butterfly kisses continue, travel over my shoulder and back again as morsels of pleasure burst beneath my skin. I don’t just like the way he’s touching me, I love it. Every excruciating minute.
“What are you doing?” I keep my voice low.
My stepfather’s room is across the hal and the last thing I want to do is wake him.
“I want to snuggle. Can I get a snuggle?” He peppers my jaw with tender kisses, easing closer, bringing his body against mine.
I chuckle. Matt is too sweet…and seductive.
“Take off your jeans, then you can.” Without hesitation, he rol s from the bed, sheds his pants and then slips back beneath the covers next to me. He’s not wearing any briefs, and once our bodies are pressed close, I feel his hard dick brush against my thigh. Interesting.
I hug Matt, press a soft kiss against his lips and run my fingers through his silky hair. I love his curls, the feel of them as they fal through my fingers. “You’re not sick?”
Matt looks me in the eye a moment before he drops his gaze, focuses on the floral print on my sheets and shakes his head in answer to my question. “I’m just…thinking a lot.”
“About what?” I know what’s coursing through his mind. The same thing that’s been running through mine. But I want to hear him say the words.
“About what we did in the garage.” His voice is below a whisper, barely audible.
“What about it?”
“I-I…I don’t know. It’s pretty twisted, right?
But…but I know I want you.”
I lean close, kiss him, lick the seam of his lips and take that little taste before I pul back.
“Then stop complaining. Although, you can return the favor…”
His eyes seem to light up, the color shifting from a deep blue to the lighter shade I’m used to.
Gaze on mine, he strokes my skin, fingers playing over my breasts, swirling around my nipple before he pinches the hardened numb. I gasp and arch into the tiny sliver of pain, beg for more.
We’ve never done this, but he seems to know what buttons to push.
“Do you like it?” His lips are right next to my ear, heated breath fanning over my skin.
“Yes.” I hiss as he tightens his hold and then releases me, hand dancing over me, venturing toward the other mound.
He kneads my flesh, cupping and weighing my breast, bringing al of my lovely nerves to life with his tender treatment before he shocks them with his fierce grip on my nipples.
“Matt.” I whimper. My pussy feels heavy and aches with his every touch, growing wetter with each passing second. I squirm, cunt practical y begging to be fil ed, licked, fucked…
something.
“What, baby?”
God. He cal ed me baby. Not some bakers treat, but an actual pet name. I arch into his palm, search out more friction, silently beg for his attention.
“Please.” I’m begging and know it. I don’t beg. Not usual y. It’s the guys who whimper and moan and plead to get into my pants. Not me. But never say never…
Matt nudges the sheet aside, strokes and pets my flat stomach, fingers toying with my smooth skin as he ventures farther south. I spread my legs, wanton and ready for whatever he’s wil ing to give. I’ve dreamt of his touch, of touching him.
Instead of dipping below the waist of my panties, he skims the bit of lace and silk, cups my mound with his work-roughened hand. The cal uses catch on the delicate fabric, reminding me that he knows what to do with his hands, when to be rough and to be gentle.
I squirm beneath his palm, thighs wider now as I silently beg. He strokes me through the thin fabric, my juices soaking the material. Up and down he glides his digits along my slit, touching but not,
giving yet taking. I rock against his hand, searching out more pleasure, savoring the tiny shocks of electricity that he draws from my pussy.
I know I’m whimpering, breathing heavy, practical y begging to get fucked.
And I don’t care.
He nibbles my earlobe. “I think I want to eat your pussy.”
“You think?” I tease. My Matt…a study in contradictions.
“Hmm.” He hums in my ear before he leaves me. Comforter and sheets tossed aside, he crawls between my legs, rests on his knees between my thighs, and I get another glimpse of his gorgeous cock. It’s tal and strong, head a purple-red and crowned with a droplet of pre-cum I ache to lick.
Matt hooks his fingers into my panties and slides them down my thighs. I pul my legs together, raise them so he can slip the bit of cloth off my body. Legs straight in the air, he nibbles my ankle and rubs against my tender skin. I love the feel of a man’s unshaved cheek.
Free of my last bit of clothing, he lowers my legs, spreads them and I expose the neediest part of my body. He traces my legs, hands moving over my skin, inching higher until his thumbs are nearly touching my lower lips.
“Fuck, you’re shaved.”
I giggle and bite my lower lip for a moment before I shake my head and respond. “No, I wax.” I lay a hand between my legs, fingers skimming my wet, heated pussy. “No stubble that way.” Matt nudges my hand aside and replaces it with his own, fingers gently sliding up and down my labia, teasing me with what’s to come. “So smooth.”
He eases back, lays his stomach on my bed and pushes his hands beneath my ass until he’s cupping the globes, lifting and positioning me however he wants. I watch as his face comes nearer to my pussy and then drop my head back when his tongue emerges from his mouth, gently licks my aching flesh.
I gasp and stifle my cry, the pleasure of being touched by my Matt nearly overwhelming me. He focuses on my folds, up one side and down the other, occasional y delving between the lips for my inner cream.
At the top of my slit, he toys with me, flicking his tongue along that sensitive joining of skin. So close to my anxious clit, but not close enough.
His assault continues, the addition of his teeth nibbling my throbbing flesh causes me to nearly scream in pleasure, but I hold back my cry.
Barely. And I think I hear a soft chuckle from between my legs, but fuck if I can muster any hint of anger.
He’s doing wonderful things to my pussy and I don’t want him to stop.
Matt shifts his hold, eases a bit forward, forcing my legs farther apart and I thank God I’d taken up yoga. Those rough hands part my sex lips and he blows softly across my hot, wet skin.
“Quit teasing, Matt.”
“Hmm?” He hums against my clit, lips just resting on the nerve-fil ed nub, a shiver of pleasure coursing through me with the sound and I feel it al over.
Then, oh fuck, his tongue comes into play. I claw the sheets and bite my tongue in an effort to keep quiet. He licks and sucks and flicks every part of my pussy, nibbling the labia and circling my opening with his tongue.
My legs fal completely open, revealing every inch of my aroused flesh and I beg for more.
“Lick me. Oh, Matt, lick me.” I can’t keep my hips stil , rocking and shifting against his mouth as he tastes every part of me. My cunt tightens around his tongue while he fucks me, lapping at my hole, circling the opening before delving back inside.
Needing something to hold on to, I bring one hand to my breast, massage the flesh and pinch my nipple while I knot the fingers of my other hand in his hair.
Eyes closed, I can do nothing but feel, drink in every sensation as he moans and groans against me, gives me what I ask for and more.
For a moment, he slows and I open my eyes, ready to demand he get back to work, but his gaze is locked on mine, those blue eyes fil ed with something I can’t quite identify.
Matt presses a tiny kiss to my clit before he raises his head. “You like having your pussy licked, don’t you?”
I rol my eyes, a smal smile forming on my lips. “Who doesn’t?”
“Hmm.” He returns his attention to my cunt, traces the line of my slit with a single finger.
“And I love licking your pussy.” True to his words, Matt goes back to the task of licking it like a cat enjoys its cream. He hums against my clit, nibbles the sensitized flesh, laps at the aroused skin.
My orgasm has danced in and out of reach the entire time as I shift between disbelief and joy at what we’re doing. As he focuses on pleasuring me, I concentrate on the physical feelings traveling through my body. My cunt tightens with each flick of his tongue, begging to be fil ed, while tiny electric shocks pour through my veins, picking up speed with every beat of my heart.
I clench the sheets, fingers digging into the Egyptian cotton, and I’m panting, chanting his name as my release eases closer, lures me toward the crest. I want it, crave it, pray he’l give me what I need to reach that point. Tremors are traveling through me in waves, body jerking and spasming without conscious thought.
Pressure is building inside me, that delightful tingle of pure pleasure is shoving me toward the edge. He fucks my hole with his tongue, licking and tasting my cream from its source, and I can’t take any more, can’t breathe, can’t think…The only thing I can do is come. Hard.
Back arched, mouth gaping on a silent scream as my cunt rhythmical y tightens and releases with each new wave of bliss.
Matt continues his assault, easing as moments pass, bringing me down from my peak and I final y gain some semblance of calm.
With one last, chaste kiss to my lips, he rises to his knees, grips his cock and strokes it from root to tip. “Shit. Look what you do to me,” he whispers.
I crane my neck, prop myself on my elbows and admire the thick shaft I’d had in my mouth only hours ago. “Yes. I believe that is what they cal an erection.”
He snorts, pumps his dick once more before he leans forward, slips the head of his cock between my sex lips and glides it through my abundant cream, the blunt tip slipping against my sensitive clit. I rotate my hips, search out the pleasure I’d held only moments before, more than ready to experience it again.
Sweat is beading on his temples as he teases me with his dick.
“Put that in,” I beg. “Fuck me with your big cock.” The words give me a secret thril , an edge of naughty. Our gazes lock for a moment and I can see the indecision, the guilt, covering his features.
“Please, Matt.”
I rock my hips, rotate and tempt him with my soaking pussy.
The head of his dick nears my opening and I hold my breath, wait to see if he’l give me what I crave. That curved, blunt tip settles within my hole, the flesh just barely penetrating me but stimulating me, none the less.
“Fuck me.” I keep my voice a low purr, lick my lips and give him my best sexy pout.
With a groan, he shoves deep into my cunt, fil ing and stretching me with one forceful thrust, a twinge of pain filtering into the pleasure of being stuffed with him.
I’m wet enough that he’s able to take me with one thrust, bal s deep and snug against my pussy. My cunt flutters around his hard shaft and I moan, long and deep, grateful and loving his cock.
Matt exhales a tight breath. “Okay. Now it’s real y fucking wrong.”
He shifts as if to pul out, but I wrap my legs around his waist, hold him stil . “It’s not incest.
Shut up and fuck me.”
His cock throbs inside me, slips the tiniest bit as he leans down to kiss me, capture my lips, invades my mouth with his tongue and I mimic his move, taste and savor his flavors. Matt’s musk and something I just love about him.
As we kiss, he fucks me in shal ow thrusts, retreat and advance, an inch at a time, cock petting my inner wal s with his thick shaft. He rubs my g-spot, presses and tempts me with every move. I rock with him, stroke his arms and back as he takes me higher with his gentle fucking.
The smooth movements shift as he catches
the rhythm of our bodies, the tenderness giving way to deep, hard thrusts.
The pace picks up and he pul s nearly al the way out before slamming home again, deep and fast, causing my breasts to jiggle with each penetration. The slap of our bodies mingles with the sounds of our pants, fil ing the silence of my room.
Again and again he gives it to me, pausing every few entries, gyrating his hips, rubbing his pelvis against mine and pressing hard against my clit. Over and over he does this, slam, slam, slam and then circles, tiny yet hard.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
“Take it.”
I dig my fingers into his biceps, looking for anything to hold on to, keep me grounded as he works to send me flying.
“Deeper…” He growls, jaw clenched.
God, he can’t get any deeper. He’s thick and alarmingly long, and I’m stil amazed he’s managed to get his dick al the way into me. I feel him al the way to my cervix, pumping, stil searching to fil me even more. I know I’m getting bruised from inside out, but I don’t care. The shivers of pleasure rippling out from my pussy are wel worth the ache tomorrow.
My breasts tingle, nipples hard and aching, cunt clenching around his cock, the joy of my impending climax sliding along my veins.
The bed is creaking with every thrust, and instead of easing, he seems to work al the harder, his sweat dripping from his forehead and peppering my chest.
“Fuck me, Matt. Harder.”
He growls, shifts one hand and grips my shoulder, holds me steady and slams into me inexplicably harder. He pounds home again and again, striking my pussy, shoving his cock along my g-spot, pleasure shooting out of control as he reaches into me and yanks my orgasm from my grasp.
I come with a silent scream, arching and twisting beneath him, fighting to get closer and farther away at the same time. I want, but it’s too much, yet not enough. I can’t think, can’t do anything but feel, and bliss is raining on me, blanketing me in electric shocks.
I bite my lip, work to keep quiet as he continues his relentless assault on my pussy. I can’t wake my stepfather. Not when my own stepbrother has his cock buried so deep in my cunt I don’t know where he ends and I begin.