Stepbrother for Christmas

by Amy Brent

  "Can I tell you something?" he asks. His gaze hovers over mine for a long time as he takes everything in. He's reading my face. I don't know if I should get excited or nervous. I always hate it when someone tells me that they want to say something to me or ask something.

  "Of course," I say calmly. I wrap my arms around him and hold his perfect body close to mine.

  "I don't want to freak you out."

  "What?" I ask. My heart begins to race. Oh, my god, did he tell our parents the truth about us?

  "I love you," he says so fast, so matter of the fact that I almost completely miss those three little words. It takes me a moment before my ears relate to my brain what just occurred.

  "Wait - what?" I stutter out.

  "I. Love. You." He looks at me with a wide grin on his face. I hold my breath. I cannot believe it. What about our parents and our future? It's not like we can just make this relationship Facebook official and carry on with our lives. I stare at him for a long. But I know the words are forming at the end of my tongue before I even say them or think them.

  "I love you too."

  We hold one another in the silence of the den; our bodies press together as if they are glued. I do love him. I have known for a while, ever since I saw him at the bottom of the stairs looking up at me a month ago with those perfect blue eyes. My stomach about flipped in circles and then I know that there is no one else I want to be with than him. He kisses my neck softly, burying his face there. My arms wrap around him and pull him towards me. I want him more than anything. I know I have him.

  "You're amazing, Crystal. I have never met anyone as smart and sexy as you. You are all I want in a relationship."

  "I know what you mean. You are fucking perfect."

  He lifts his head and kisses my mouth. His groin presses up against mine. I can feel his soft cock growing harder as it rubs against my inner thighs. His hands trail down to my ass, where they rub. I play with his hair, gently pulling on the thick strands as he kisses me. His tongue slips between my lips; I push mine slowly into his mouth and run it along with his lips. The ache to be filled with his cock builds in my center and overwhelms me. His warm body begins to come alive underneath me as blood pumps down to his dick. I want his cock. But I feel like I want more. I don't know what has gotten into me. The normal ache for love and sex has mutated into a full blasted lust. I want to attack Dylan's body with everything I have. My pussy is throbbing and contracting before it has even been touched.

  "God, you are so fucking sexy," he whispers. My hips begin to grind heavily against his muscular thigh, rubbing back and forth, up and down. I slide my wet skin against him. His breathing becomes heavy, and his hands are starving to touch me.

  "Oh, Dylan" I murmur. Rubbing my tits against his chest and dipping them over his wide, hungry mouth. He sucks on them, his tongue tracing along my tender nipples, still sore from the last job he gave them. I shriek slightly as his teeth bite down. My pussy swells and aches. I feel like every sense in my body is wide awake, and I want to be devoured by his cock. Touching him, holding him, it just isn't enough. My appetite seems like it’s insatiable. I moan out in frustration now, humping my clit against his hard cock, fast like he is a sex toy. His hands lock onto my ass and help rock my hips up and down. I jerk faster though, and he keeps his pace up. Dylan starts to move underneath me, panting as he grinds our parts together. But then I go stiff. Dylan stops and opens his eyes. He cocks his head to the side.

  "Everything okay?" he asks. I chew on my bottom lip. I am so turned on; sex doesn't seem like enough. I want more. I want everything from him and me. From us.

  "I don't know how to say this," I say breathily. My pussy is screaming in anger that it has stopped receiving attention.

  "What?" Dylan's eyes are wide. He looks worried. Now, I am the one scaring him. My thoughts turn very dirty. I know exactly what I want.

  "I - uh, I want you to take me in every way possible. I want to feel you where no one has ever been so that we can belong to one another in a certain way."

  Dylan raises his eyebrows.

  "What?"

  "I want you to fuck me in the ass." The mere uttering of the words between my lips awakens my body, and my clit roars its engine. My asshole tightens in anticipation. I watch my step brother's eyes grow wide.

  "Is that what you want?" he asks. I can feel his cock has hardened even more on my leg. I nod slowly and bite my lip.

  "I have wanted it for a while. No one has ever done it with me, and I want it to be you."

  His fingers trace their way down my back to my ass.

  "I'm going to have to warm you up," he says calmly.

  "I know," I shake my head, smiling devilishly. "I want you to." Dylan jerks up, pushing me off of him, so I fall on my back on the couch. He flips me over with one motion, then his hands pull my hips off, so I am in the typical doggy style position. My body is shaking with anticipation. I feel his hands move to my cheeks, brushing gently. I am sure Dylan has done this before. One of his fingers traces along the skin between my cunt and my butthole. It finds my clit and rubs slowly. I purr deep in my throat, as he touches me there. My pussy drips down my leg. He slides his fingers into my pussy, fingering the inside and rubbing my spots. I whimper again, but this time there is a strange sensation. His finger slides into my asshole. The same strange sensation oozes into my core, but I like it. The feeling grows as his finger moves around my tight little cavity.

  "Do you like that?" he whispers.

  "Hmmhmm."

  His fingers pull out, and I moan in protest at the emptiness. My body was ready for everything, and it was not about to be stopped. But the ache building in my stomach is stopped. Dylan's hands land on either side of my ass cheeks and he pulls them apart. I feel his mouth hovering over my bottom. His hot breath is dripping onto my anus. I shudder with pleasure. He kisses my round cheeks and then his mouth slowly trails its way to my precious center. The strange sensation reappears as his tongue slides into my asshole. His warm, slick tongue eases into my rectum, as he licks the sensitive place. I close my eyes and breathe out. He continues licking the area, and I feel a tingling that almost tickles. Fuck it feels so good. My back arches so that my ass is up higher and his mouth is able to access it more. He works his mouth more and more until my whole body feels eased and ready. Then he pulls away again. My ass is up in the air bare and eagerly awaiting his next move.

  Two more fingers slide into my puckered little hole. I close my eyes as I feel myself stretch to his will. These two fingers are nothing like his cock. They feel amazing though, pushing in and out. I hear Dylan panting. I look over my shoulder. His eyes are focused in on my ass and the work he is doing. A wall of air escapes my lungs as a third finger finds its way into me. My body feels overwhelmed with pleasure, and my hips fall down. Dylan's fingers stay in place, warming my rectum. I rub my clit against the pillow between my legs, as Dylan continues his plundering. An orgasm begins to build. And my muscles tighten, but my asshole stretches. He leans down and gently kisses my ear.

  "I am going to fuck you in the ass now. Okay?" he whispers heavily. His breath is tickling my ear. His fingers withdraw out between my cheeks. My eyes flutter, and I feel so empty. "I'm going to go slow, Crystal. I need you to trust me. Just relax, and let me know if you need me to do anything."

  I nod.

  "Just fuck me, Dylan," I murmur. His cock emerges on my rear side. His hands are on either side of my head as he hovers over me. He reaches to his hard member and holds it. I feel it being guided to my sweet little hole. My pussy contracts and releases. My back stiffens.

  "Relax, Crystal," he whispers, I focus on my breathing, but my arousal is so intense I find that a challenge. The waiting is killing me. I think I might go crazy. The pleasure is so intense as if my nerves are shooting through my body. Blood pumps in my ear and courses through my body. The last thing I want to do it relax. I want to lift my ass up and shove his cock deep inside of me so that he can pound me into complete oblivion
. But I close my eyes and slowly release the air through my nose. His dick presses into my ass, and very slowly, he lowers his hips. The tip of cock presses against my anus. Gently he pushes, taking his time.

  "That's a good girl," he says softly. "Just like that."

  Suddenly, a pain emerges from my rectum. Dylan's large cock eases its way into me. I want to buck away and tell him to stop, but I stay still. Dylan lets out a low grunt.

  "Oh, fuck. Fuck. That's right, baby." He pulls back. Air rushes out of my lungs. I don't want him out of me. The warm arousal seeps back into my stomach like water, seeping out into my core.

  "Does it feel good?" he asks. He doesn't wait for a response. His cock dives back in smoothly, deeper this time. I moan loud in response, as the heat in my body spreads. The pain is gone already and released with the overwhelming feeling of fullness. "You fucking, dirty girl," he says through his teeth. I moan out again as his cock pulls out and slips back in. His hips move faster, inside of my tight hole. His stomach rocks against my ass at the movement. My clit continues to rock against the pillow, only adding to the sensations overwhelming me. It is not long until Dylan slams his whole shaft deep into me and pulls all the way out. Every thrust sends a loud cry out of my throat.

  "Uh, uh. Fuck," I cry out. It feels so strange and wrong but in all the right ways. His balls slap against my soaking wet pussy. He digs deeper yet into my backside. I try to stay focused, but I am melting under the sensation. Then Dylan scoops a hand under my stomach and around my leg. His hand passes my clit and slips into my soaking slit. I cry out. His fingers fuck me hard along with the thrusts of his cock. I can feel the rubbing against each other. The thin membrane separating them moves, and my ass and pussy contract. I am so full; my body cannot handle the sensation anymore. My back arches and I scream out. I am swallowed in pleasure and warmth. My body seems to rock and shake in an orgasm I have never felt before. It starts from every part of my body.

  "Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" I holler out, as Dylan continues to fuck me in all the ways he can. I fall apart underneath. I feel nothing but pleasure. I feel his cock twitching. His fingers pull out of my pussy, and he grasps my hips hard. His hips slam deep inside of me.

  "Fucking shit!" he screams as his load spills into my asshole. I feel his semen fill me as he cums. He grunts and growls longer than ever before. He pulls out and slides back in one last time. Then his weight drops on top of my body, and his dick stays inside me for a moment. We lay there silently, our breathing rising and falling. His chest is resting on my back, as I take his weight. He gently kisses my back over and over again.

  "I love you," I say in a soft voice. My body rings with warmness from our lovemaking, and his skin feels like velvet on top of me.

  "I love you too," he says back kissing me. He slowly pulls out of my body. I take a deep breath.

  "You okay?" he asks, his eyes staring at me. I slowly roll over and slip my arms around him.

  "I'm more than okay. I feel amazing," I say. He smiles.

  "Good. You do feel amazing."

  He leans down, and we kiss some more.

  "I don't want to be with anyone else," I say. It is true. After everything, we have been through together. I know in some weird way that he is the one for me. I can't see myself with anyone but Dylan. And I am sick of having to pretend that this just some weird physical thing. I want Dylan. I want him out in the open and speak with confidence about our relationship. We love each other. We shouldn't have to hide it from anyone.

  "I don't either, Crystal."

  "So - what do we do now?" I ask him, chewing on my bottom lip. He leans down and pulls the blanket back over us, so we are tucked in and snuggly. Our bodies are dirty from the sex, but it's intimate and safe. Dylan is thinking of an answer. I can tell by the way his eyebrows contract together. He chews on his lip. He probably wants to smoke. He usually does after sex. His strong chest muscles clench, and he holds me close.

  "Well. This is the way I see it -" he begins softly. "We love each other. Right? We belong together. You and I both feel it. So - why should it matter what anyone else thinks about us? We will always disappoint someone; we might as well just not give a fuck and keep doing us. You know? I say - fuck them all. We love each other. That's good enough for me. It's all I need, Crystal. You."

  "What if our parents disown and take us out of the will? Or what if this doesn't work and we have to see each other for the rest of our lives?"

  Dylan laughs. I am surprised by this response. He smiles lazily and brushes my hair away from my face.

  "Oh, Crystal," he sighs. "You really are the medical student. You are always thinking logically, but you can't go through life only thinking about the negatives. If we don't try, then we will never know. I would rather us try to be together than live the rest of my life wondering." He has a point, and he knows it. I don't think I could ever be happy with myself if I gave up on the relationship because I am concerned about what other people will think.

  "Okay," I whisper.

  He kisses my forehead.

  "I love you. That is enough for me."

  "Wait!" My eyes light up.

  "What?" he asks.

  "Does this mean - that we are like boyfriend and girlfriend?"

  He laughs a deep happy, laugh.

  "Yeah, I guess so. Do you want me to be your boyfriend?" he asks. I nod my head fast. "Okay, then you are my girlfriend." We kiss again.

  "We should probably tell mom and dad then; shouldn't we?" I ask, staring at my boyfriend's eyes.

  "Yes. We should. They should be the first to know." My stomach fills with a ball of nerves. But then, I realize I am more excited than nervous. Dylan and I are together now. I have him. I guess it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. He is right.

  "I cannot wait to introduce you to people. Hello, everyone, this is my brother boyfriend."

  He shakes his head.

  "It is quite the title, my sister girlfriend or would it be girlfriend sister?"

  "I don't fucking know," I laugh, cuddling up next to him. The grandfather clock in the dining room booms a loud melody. He looks at me.

  "Merry Christmas, Crystal."

  "Merry Christmas, Dylan." I lean forward, so my mouth is inches from his ear. "Anyway, I might be able to get another Christmas present from you in the shower.

  "I think I might be able to pull something off," he whispers.

  We make our way up the tall staircase, running through the mansion completely naked and giddy. My asshole is slightly sore, but I like the feeling of knowing Dylan was inside of me. We race to my bedroom and into the bathroom. Our parents could be home any minute, very rarely did they stay out past midnight and the last thing we need is for them to find out about the relationship via our naked bodies doing anal on the couch.

  Dylan pulls me into the shower, where the water is warm and runs down smoothly. He holds the mound of pink soap in his hands and lathers them together. My step brother then rubs the soap over my breasts, kneading them. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of the massage as the steam in the bathroom builds. He pays extra attention to my nipples, and then he turns me around, where he gently cleans my pussy and ass. His fingers slide around my privates as he washes them. I lean back and let him do the work. He carries me to my bed, after drying himself and me off with a towel. He lays me on the bed and lays down next to me. He stares at me in the dim moonlight. We hear the garage door open and close. I hold my breath.

  "They won't come into our rooms," he says. They will think we are sleeping. Dylan's hand lands back onto my clit where he rubs it gently. I let him touch me and massage my pussy.

  "You've been fucked pretty hard," he murmurs. His fingers are so gentle they almost tickle me, as they move up and down. They gently ease into my pussy. Every touch Dylan takes his time with. He eases an orgasm out of me. I shake and shiver, the pulsing lulls me and I feel like I sink into my bed.

  "I love you," he whispers as he stands.

  "I love you back."

/>   He walks to the door, slowly putting his hand on the knob. Our parents are in the kitchen drinking.

  "I will see you in the morning."

  "Merry Christmas."

  I blow him a kiss and then roll over on my stomach, to drift off into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 8

  Dylan

  We are sitting on the couch. Both of us are awake. Crystal looks over and stares at me. Her eyes are full of concern. She shouldn't feel like she has to worry. I take her hand in mine and squeeze it. I am not nearly as worried as she is. Maybe it’s because I know my dad, and I don't think he will be that opposite, maybe slightly confused but not opposite. Martha is a different story though, and it is hard for me to say how she will react. But I think across the board these two should be the most understanding. I mean, they are attracted to each other, so it is kind of like the same thing. It's just that they got married before we did. It would be funny if the situation were reversed. Part of me wished it was.

  "Is this bad?" she asks me. "Like are we making a serious mistake, Dylan. Maybe we shouldn't say anything and just keep it a secret. I mean you're never home and it's not like they need to know."

  I smile and press my hand on her thigh over her gray sweatpants. I suddenly have the urge to tear them off and fuck her hard. That always seems to calm her down after.

  "Crystal," I begin to calm her down. "I promise you that it will be alright. We have each other. Nothing will go wrong. Okay, because at the end of this we will have each other. And that's all that matters; it's our parents for Christ sake.".