STEPBROTHER Love 2

by Scarlet, I.

  She even made me take my shirt off.

  “Strangely enough, that kind of makes me feel like a sex object.”

  Cali made a little laugh sound. “Live it up, bad boy.”

  A few moments later I felt all the tension release from Cali’s body.

  She was asleep.

  I watched her as she snuggled into my bare chest, her face content, her mouth slightly open. Her breath was warm and soft against my skin.

  If you would have asked me yesterday if I would be holding a girl while she was sleeping, feeling not just lusty thoughts, but thoughts that were embarrassingly Hallmark… well, I would have laughed you out of the building.

  But there I was, in my room, with the most beautiful girl in the world sleeping against me.

  But one thing kept nagging at me. Where were we going to go from here?

  I sighed with displeasure.

  What was I going to do?

  Chapter 6

  Cali

  My pillow was warm.

  The pillow case felt like a mix of silk, velvet, and cashmere.

  Oh, and my pillow was breathing.

  I opened my eyes and took in the situation.

  I was tucked in under my stepbrother’s arm, sleeping against his naked chest… and I was naked against him.

  Naked and a little sore… but in a good way. A dull ache that reminded me of what we had done.

  It had been…

  Amazing.

  My heart fluttered in my chest.

  It had been amazing.

  It was also wrong.

  What I’d done with him, what I’d let him do to me… it was so very, very wrong.

  So why did I want to do it all over again?

  And why did the thought of never getting to do all those things—and all the things we hadn’t done yet—make me want to cry?

  Because part of me was already visualizing our future together.

  And part of me knew we didn’t have a future together.

  I swallowed a feeling of utter doom, squeezing my eyes closed, not letting it have purchase in my mind or my heart.

  Joshua stirred and I felt the muscles of his body shift and move beneath me.

  I also felt his hard cock rubbing against my hip, held back by the fabric of his jeans.

  I let my mind go blank, the troubling thoughts I’d been trying to vanquish sliding away from me, banished by the hot, vibrant wants and needs Joshua’s body was stirring up in me.

  Heedlessly, I pulled open the button of his jeans and pulled open the zipper. He wasn’t wearing any underwear— which struck me as funny. I hadn’t even noticed he hadn’t put any on when he was putting his clothes back on.

  His hard cock sprung free of its denim confines, and I just stared at it for a few beats.

  I gently took hold of it with my fingers. It seemed so… big wasn’t good enough a word… neither was huge.

  Joshua’s cock was enormous.

  Gargantuan.

  Well, maybe not gargantuan. Somewhere between enormous and gargantuan.

  My mouth was watering just looking at it.

  I leaned in and kissed it. Then I licked it. It pulsed in my grasp, against my tongue.

  I licked it again long and slow, like an ice cream cone.

  Joshua tasted so damn good.

  I opened my lips and tried to take the tapered head of it into my mouth. I made it about halfway when I started to gag.

  I pulled back, my eyes blurry with tears.

  I was such a lightweight.

  I leaned back in and tried taking it into my mouth again, this time with slightly better results. I got most of the head in my mouth, and was sucking on it.

  I suddenly wondered if I was supposed to blow.

  It was called a blowjob.

  Joshua took in a long, slow breath, and then chuckled as his hands cupped my face and pulled me from sucking his cock up to kissing his lips.

  Kissing him was divine… but I was still hungry for that hard tube of flesh between his legs.

  Seeming to sense what I wanted, Joshua reached over to the bedside table and took another foil packet out of the box of condoms. He smiled knowingly as he put it in my hand.

  “Go for it, princess.”

  I suddenly felt really, really shy.

  “If you want to ride my cock again, then tear that bad boy open, roll it down my shaft, and hop on.”

  I looked up into his eyes, those beautiful, faded green eyes, and realized that once again he knew exactly what I wanted.

  And he wanted to give it to me.

  My fingers fumbled with the foil pack. It had looked so easy when he’d done it earlier. He’d…

  I took the packet in my teeth and then pulled. It opened like magic, and I was rewarded with the sight of the condom—this one a pale yellow… kind of like the color of my bridesmaid dress. I pulled the latex sheath out with my fingertips, and then looked at Joshua’s enormous tumescence.

  Yes, I may not have much of a dirty vocabulary, but I know more than a couple words for swollen.

  I tried placing it on top of his cock’s head… like a little, really silly looking hat. But every time I tried my hand would move one way, and his cock would jerk the other.

  Joshua reached down and took hold of his cock with both hands.

  “I’ll hold it still for you. Now roll it on down my cock, as far as it will roll.”

  I did as he told me, our hands sliding against each other, a moan of pleasure escaping Joshua’s lips as I used my hands to roll the condom down his prick.

  I was surprised that there was so much condom still unrolled left at the bottom.

  How big did penises get?

  If Joshua was just enormous, I don’t think I’ll ever want to see gargantuan.

  I leaned back a little and surveyed my work.

  It looked right.

  Actually, with the yellow condom, it looked like a giant, king sized banana.

  I grinned and was on the verge of laughing… but I remember Joshua bending me over his knee and smacking my butt.

  He’d smacked my but hard.

  Part of me wanted him to do that again.

  But the other part of me, the biggest part, wanted to crawl up onto his lap and sit down on that enormous banana.

  So that’s exactly what I did.

  I crawled up on my hands and knees, until my legs were straddling his hips. Then I steadied myself by holding onto his broad, ever so muscular shoulders. I let go with one hand and slid it down between my legs, briefly feeling the wetness of my pussy, letting my finger slip into and open my labia.

  From there I reached further down and found Joshua’s hard, condom clad penis and lowered myself onto it.

  Oh, god…

  It didn’t hurt near as much as the first time… but it still had a pain… an ache.

  Or maybe I was just still sore from last time.

  Whatever it was, it was over in a few beats, and what remained was a yearning to be filled, to be stretched to the brink.

  Which, as he slid further up into me, his cock pulsing and hardening, I felt my inner walls strain to accommodate him.

  I moaned… hell, it was probably a groan of pain, not very sexy.

  But Joshua must have liked it, since he got even harder right after I did it.

  I placed my free hand back on Joshua’s shoulder, and instinctively started to pull myself up his shaft, and then slowly lowered myself down. Each time I seemed to go down a little bit further, taking more and more of him inside me.

  I liked the thought of having Joshua inside me. I wanted him inside me.

  Fovever…

  Jeez… I was such a girl…

  I stopped my up and down motion and thought about what I’d just thought.

  It sounded like something Joshua would have said.

  He was rubbing off on me.

  I felt his hands slide down over my hips. He pushed his hips up, skewering me on his cock as he held me down on it.

&nb
sp; I groaned in earnest this time.

  “Sorry, princess. Wouldn’t want to bore you while I’m fucking you.”

  I bit my lip and shook my head at him. He had the worst potty mouth.

  His hips pulled back down and then jutted up into me again.

  I threw my head back at the sensation, the way his pounding up into me made me feel.

  My hips started to rock back and forth, and soon Joshua stopped pushing up into me, letting me fuck myself on his prick at my own pace.

  He reached up and played with my breasts, squeezing, caressing my flesh, pinching my nipples. Leaning up he took a nipple into his mouth.

  Oh my god…

  His mouth was so hot and wet and… his tongue just swirled and swirled around my areola.

  I combed my fingers through his hair, those thick, black waves of hair.

  His arms drew around me, holding me to him as he suckled at my breasts, licking, biting.

  His handsome face sported a light dusting of black stubble, and the roughness of it against the flesh of my breasts caused sensitive shivers to erupt throughout my body.

  Joshua took a deep, sharp breath, and then growled.

  “Didn’t know a cunt could go nuts like that.”

  Cunt?

  “Did you just call me the C word?”

  He laughed as he dug his face into my cleavage, causing even more shivers and tingles to flow from my breasts to the rest of my body.

  Oh god, my vagina kept gripping and grasping at his prick.

  He pushed up into me harder.

  “I was talking about your pussy.” His arms wrapped around me, holding me where he wanted me as he pounded up into me. “That sweet little hole I’ve been fucking. That’s also known as a cunt… and yours goes fucking nuts every time I do this.” He brushed his stubble covered chin against my left breast, torturing the nipple and then taking it into his mouth to suck and bite.

  I felt my pussy contract over and over with every flick of his tongue, or graze of his facial stubble.

  This time there was no wave waiting to drown me. My climax welled up from inside me, and just poured out of me in muffled cries, and breathy gasps.

  And over and over again I chanted Joshua’s name, until that was the only word my mind could think of.

  Joshua.

  Joshua.

  Joshua.

  He crushed me to his chest as he stabbed blindly up into me, saying, “Fuck… Cali… fuck, fuck, fuck…”

  I looked down at him as he pounded up into me, each thrust more desperate than the last.

  And that look when he came. His beautiful face went from distended with effort to absolute bliss in nothing flat. He called out in satisfied grunts and moans, and I felt his cock pulse and twitch inside me as he filled the condom with his seed.

  His face fell into my chest, the scrape of his stubble sending my body over the edge. My orgasm blasted up through me, starting down where my body was conjoined with his, shooting like white hot light through my body.

  I screamed, leaning back as he hammered up into me, making me bounce up and down on him even more.

  I fell forward into him, my arms wrapping around his neck, my hands running down his back, my nails biting into his soft, thick flesh, scoring it.

  Joshua fell back into the bed, and I tumbled over after him somehow becoming even more impaled on his cock than before.

  There just seemed always to be more of Joshua’s cock.

  Maybe he had a magic penis.

  I smiled as my body melted against his, and he let me lie atop him, relaxing against his body. But still skewered on his fleshy pole.

  Suddenly my mind kicked in and my body tightened.

  “Was that good?”

  Joshua laughed, “What do you think?”

  “I loved it.” I love you. “I just wanted to know if I could do anything different… better…”

  Joshua leaned up and took my face in his hands. “Sex with you is amazing.” He kissed me, taking my breath away with how fiercely he was kissing me. “You can do anything you want,” he said after he kissed me a while longer, “and we’ll try all kinds of shit, but it’s you that makes it so great. Not what you do… just you.”

  I felt a weight leave my shoulders… but no sooner did it leave than my mind started to wonder what else I could do better.

  Sucking his cock…

  That I’d done a lousy job on.

  I’d have to work on that.

  Chapter 7

  I woke to the sun shining in my face.

  Okay, that shouldn’t be happening.

  I sleep with black out curtains pulled and a sleeping mask—It has Strawberry Shortcake, the doll, stenciled on both eyes, and smells lightly of that wonderful, totally synthetic Strawberry Shortcake smell.

  I shielded my eyes and looked over the mound of muscle I was using as a pillow.

  Oh, that was Joshua. I leaned in and was about to lick his magnificent chest when I looked over at his alarm clock and saw it was eight thirteen in the A.M.

  Holy crap!

  I had to be at work at nine a.m.

  I surged out of bed, grabbing the sheet that was covering us both and wrapping it around myself. I rocketed toward the bedroom door and grabbed for the knob. But then I stopped, looking back over my shoulder at Joshua.

  He was lying there, naked as the day he was born, looking so gorgeous, so sexy, so… well…innocent. Well, if someone could look innocent and able to fuck you unconscious at the same time.

  And somehow he had slept right through me jumping out of bed and pulling the sheet off him.

  I wondered what else the man could sleep through.

  I rushed out of his room and down the hall to my bedroom.

  I took a hasty shower, dried off, threw my wet hair in a ponytail, threw on a bra and panties, a polo shirt and a pair of khaki slacks, slipped on some socks and my pair of Sketchers, grabbed my purse and my keys and ran down stairs and out the side door.

  My stomach started growling about the time McDonald’s appeared on my horizon.

  I careened into their parking lot, sliding into the blessedly short drive-through line and ordered a small iced coffee, two breakfast burritos, and a hash brown. I was still eating when I rolled into the Centennial Park Convalescence Center’s parking lot at eight fifty-eight a.m.

  Two minutes to spare.

  I lucked out when Paul found me somewhere to get physical therapy experience hours that also would pay me. A paid internship. I was pretty sure such a thing was unheard of, but Edie, the head of the physical therapy department, was more than happy to pay me for walking patients, helping them learn to use walkers, to better control their wheel chairs, and how to dress themselves again—putting on shoes and tying shoelaces was a major obstacle for some.

  I loved it. Helping people regain at least part of their independence.

  I breezed through the door of the PT department and found a small herd of sixty, seventy, and eighty year olds waiting for me.

  I smiled and greeted them by name.

  I’d only been working there for two weeks, and would only be there until the beginning of January, but these folks really grew on you fast. Dezzie and her replaced hip. Carl and his broken arm (he’d just got the cast off this week). Leona and her arthritic knee.

  They all made my heart melt.

  Thank god Edie said I could come back during summer break.

  “You’re almost late,” Edie said as I stowed my purse under the counter of the workstation. She winked. “Almost.”

  I smiled and looked out at the lineup of patients.

  I breathed in and out, and felt… well, except for a dull ache down between my legs, I was feeling pretty damn good.

  No, I was feeling excellent.

  “Hey, Daydreaming-Beauty,” Leona groused. “I’ve got a wash and curl scheduled at ten. Can we get this show on the road?”

  I gave my head a little shake and turned to face Leona. She was a wrinkled, iron gray haired
woman in her early seventies, and she dressed neat as a pin. She also had rheumatoid arthritis in both knees.

  “I’m ready, Miss Leona. Let’s warm up in the chair and then move to the table.”

  Leona frowned. “I hate the table. All that clenching and unclenching. It’s ridiculous. Can’t I just warm up in the chair and then we can hit halls with my walker?”

  “Leona,” I said, laughing.

  “I bedazzled the hell out of that thing.” She pointed over to a walker originally painted black, but that now sported a glittery pink/gold finish embellished with faux gemstones of every color in the rainbow. “We’ll blind those nosey busybodies over on A Wing.”

  I gave her my best no nonsense look.

  She gave it right back to me in spades.

  I sighed and shrugged. “Fine, fine… it’s not like any of those exercises are going to help you walk better, or get stronger.”

  Leona looked up at me meekly.

  “But,” I said, leaning in and scowling half-heartedly. “I thought you wanted to go home at the end of the month?”

  “I do,” she griped.

  I nodded. “Good. Then we’ll warm up in the chair and move to the table. After that we’ll take your Bedazzle-mobile out for a spin. Okay?”

  I smiled and she reached up and pinched my cheeks.

  “You have the cutest cheeks! I just want to pinch them ‘til they…”

  She pursed her lips, searching for the right word.

  “Until they bleed?” I asked.

  Leona realized she was still pinching my cheeks and let go.

  I broke out laughing.

  It was all so ridiculous.

  Was I going to get pinched by everyone?

  First Joshua and his wicked teeth and crazy fingers. And now Leona.

  I felt heat blossom in my cheeks.

  How wonderful it had been to have him sucking and licking and biting at my nipples.

  Leona cleared her throat loudly, and with a lengthy annoyed tone.

  I blinked the stepbrother dust from my eyes and was skewered on the point of Leona’s sharp stare.

  “What gives?”

  I blinked again. “Huh?”

  Leona rolled her eyes. “You’re usually all peppy and focused, but today you’re a freaking zombie… a zombie with a wistful smile plastered on her face. What’s wrong with you?”