Dirty Stepbrother - A Firefighter Romance (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  I grasped at his body as we continued to kiss and I felt his hand move up to my breast. I groaned behind his lips as he closed his palm around it, but his other hand stayed securely behind my head, so that any sound I made was absorbed by his mouth.

  I knew right away that Tyler was the type to take control and I was all right with that. I wanted him to take me, partially because if I did have any regrets in the morning, I could rationalize it in my own head; he gave me no choice. I had fallen for his spell; whatever it took to get the guilt to subside, but right now, the only thing that I was feeling was the pursuit of long awaited sexual satisfaction.

  So, as he began to massage my breast, which caused my whole body to begin to tingle with excitement, I reached down and grabbed ahold of his manhood, carefully playing with it through his jeans.

  It was then that I heard him groan before he forcefully pushed me away. When I looked back at him with confusion, he wasted no time pulling my shirt up over my head and roughly throwing my bra aside to reveal my bosom in all its glory.

  His hands moved towards them again and began to play with my breasts in a tantalizing fashion, while I slipped my hands under his shirt. Immediately, I could feel the coiling muscles and washboard abs that he worked so diligently to maintain, which made the heat of the moment expand into something even more erotic.

  While my fingers made their way up his stomach and chest, I tried to focus on the glorious sensation he was providing my now stimulated breasts, but that didn’t work. I felt as though his hands were performing magic on my body as he molded it to his every whim.

  He pulled my body toward him again and crashed his lips against my ripe, trembling mouth. Dominantly, his tongue plunged deeply, which continued to mute the sound of my pleasured moans.

  I soon began to feel my body pulse toward him, wanting him and needing him with just as much conviction as my mind had to change my pain into passion.

  He then removed his hands, which left my perky, sensitive breasts wanting far more as he grasped his shirt out of my hands and pulled it the rest of the way off of his head. He removed his pants and I did the same, so that when we met again, our bodies were completely vulnerable to the flesh against flesh sensation that we both so obviously desired.

  We continued to entangle ourselves within one another for a long moment as the sizzling tension between us was finally able to escalate to new heights, and I imagined what it would feel like when he finally plunged his large, virile arousal into my tempted and moist beyond.

  The thought of it made my stomach churn excitedly with anticipation.

  However, with a small, fleeting thought, a sense of panic suddenly washed over me as I thought I had heard something. The sense of bliss lessened enough now that I was able to push him back before I glanced at the door. “Wait.”

  He glanced to the door again and then glowered back at me for a moment, before he answered, “No. Not this time.” He quickly pulled me toward him and pressed my breasts against his chest before he kissed me with such a sense of seduction that I felt my breath escape me. I resisted slightly at first, but he held me securely before he pulled his lips away from my mouth and redirected them next to my ear before he whispered, “Don’t worry Ashley, you can scream as loud as you want. I am sure that absolutely no one will hear you.”

  Then, with a slight tug, I felt his fingers grasp my nipple and pull it down in a fashion that caused my body to convulse excitedly and, as though to prove a point, a small scream, as well as a gasp to escape my lips.

  When I was finished, I laughed before running my hand down between us and once again grabbing his throbbing member. No one had ever spoken to me like that. Most of the men that I had been with were too nervous to take control in such an obvious fashion, but now that I knew where he stood, I had to say that I had never been so intrigued.

  As I curved my hands around his manhood, touching it with an intense amount of intimacy, I realized that my arousal had not only returned, but it had completely shut out my fear of anyone seeing us. So I pressed myself against him and readied myself for what I hoped to be the ride of my life.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Tyler

  Holy shit! I can’t believe that actually worked! I thought as I quickly took my hand off of her breasts and eased Ashley on to her back so that I could enjoy the sight of her underneath me.

  “What are you going to do?” She teased while I spread her legs wider apart and fit myself through them.

  I looked at her in a devilish fashion and smiled before my eyes drifted down to her breasts. Slightly flushed from being fondled, her body was like a fucking dream.

  Already, I could tell that I had made her wet by the slight brush my engorged penis made against her fiery middle, but I was ready to excite her more than she could have ever imagined.

  My entire body felt alive and focused in just one glorious spot. I used that focus to strategically rub my body up against her, teasing the nest of blond curls that I received great joy from teasing.

  Ashley moaned with anticipation as I rubbed my penis up and down the cleft in her tender flesh.

  I was aching and pulsing to find a connection with her as well, but I was also enjoying the feeling of her writhing and shuddering every time I taunted her.

  After a few light strokes, I pressed a little harder, so that I was able to move inside and I felt her breath speed up before I rubbed a little more, allowing for lots of lubrication to entice my staff before I finally impaled her with my manhood. The quickness and depth of my decision caused Ashley to arch her back and yell out.

  I chuckled at her before I moved my hands down, back toward her boobs, so that I could jiggle those hard inviting, nipples a little more before I started the lovemaking.

  As I did so, Ashley repositioned her legs so that she was surrounding me and began to thrust in and out, breathing heavily and moaning each time she moved.

  After I had my fun with her breasts, I repositioned myself so that I could take control of our movements.

  I placed my hands on her thighs and began to thrust down upon her, causing myself to enter deeper into her wondrous, cavernous beyond, before I drew myself back out, barely giving her a moment to recover before I was gliding myself back into her again.

  Both of our hearts raced and our loud, short breaths were almost useless as we began to heave against one another in a sensual fashion. With every plunge, I felt her arousal heighten, just as my heart continued to beat faster.

  By the time we had reached full fucking throttle, the two of us were hardly breathing, only focused on moving. With my body, I could tense in any place necessary in order to hold us both where it felt the best, but Ashley, I found out was limber and exotic. Before we were finished, she had her legs all the way up over my shoulders, while I continued to move up and down on her in a fluid exertion of bliss that I hoped would never end.

  However, it certainly didn’t take long, once the two of us had found our precise positions, for us both to rocket towards climaxing.

  “Oh shit…” I exclaimed as I felt my dick convulse inside of her, readying me for the molten release. I had held out as long as I could, but now I was sure that this was going to be the end of my stamina and the beginning of my ecstasy. “Oh shit…” I breathed again and thrust into her harder, faster as all of the blood rushed downward in preparation for the epic moment of fucking cataclysmic splendor that awaited me.

  Then, with one final lunge, I felt the warm explosion of my loins inject into her, causing her eyes to bulge out of her head with anticipation while I began to ease back into a rhythm after I had strayed in order to conduct my ultimate climax.

  Once we were back into a motion that was pleasing to her, it also didn’t take Ashley long to find her womanly form.

  “Oh God…” She began as her breath heightened and I could tell that she was steadily losing control of herself. “Oh God!” She screamed louder and I took this as a cue to take control further, speeding up my thrusts, whi
le she continued to try to keep up with her body, while her short pants soon grew into screams. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She exclaimed as she grasped the sheets desperately and rung them between her hands. “Don’t stop…” was the last thing she got out before she screamed, loud and unbridled, just as I had told her that she would.

  In that moment, Ashley was a wild animal, letting go of everything that made her reserved while she surrendered not only to my charm and fucking dynamite sex but also to her own inhibitions.

  For once I could tell, as emotions flooded us both and we exchanged a smile while the world stopped, that Ashley had officially been able to free herself without reservation and to my surprise, seeing that made the experience all the better for me.

  In that moment, I was not only thinking about how fucking awesome it was that I had finally gotten her into bed, but I was also thinking about how desirable it was for me to be able to make her happy in such a multitude of ways.

  Later, I would just call myself a pussy for thinking such shit, but while it was happening, I couldn’t help but admit that the thought was a pretty damn nice one to contemplate.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Ashley

  I awoke with a start. At first, I didn’t know where I was. I glanced around the room, trying to figure out what was going on and why I was in this room instead of my own. And then, I heard a snore.

  Fearfully, I leapt out of bed and while caught in mid-air, I remembered everything.

  By the time my feet hit the floor, they were already making a mad dash for the door. However, when I reached the door, I stopped short. I heard voices. I froze.

  At least, the outside of me was frozen. The inside of me was running a mile a minute. I couldn’t figure out where I wanted to go or what I was hoping to accomplish. My heart raced and although I couldn’t tell by looking at my hands, my whole body felt as though it was vibrating.

  It took a moment for me to stop every part of my body enough so that my ears could pick up on exactly where the noise was coming from.

  There were a million different problems running through my mind, but at the moment, none of them were important. All I wanted to know now was how to make it back to a safe place before I was discovered.

  Once my thoughts slowed down enough and I was able to gather a breath with a long stride without it being audible, I was able to relax for a moment and think about everything that was going on around me.

  The voices that I heard were not close. In fact, they were probably downstairs. There was discussion, which was muffled. The secrecy of it all made my heart ache.

  Surely if we were discovered, they wouldn’t have waited until we woke up, I thought before I released my most recent deep breath and grasped the door handle.

  As I did so, I heard a shrill laugh come from the conversation. It startled me, but once I realized what it was, I calmed a little. However, by now, my hands were shaking.

  The laugh was the ultimate catalyst to my emotions that caused me to feel a sinking, shaking feeling that was visible.

  Still, once I had recovered from the noise, I felt better.

  If they did know what we did last night, I don’t even think my father and lovesick stepmother could be laughing, I thought, before I carefully considered a plan. Once I had devised one, I smiled and finally struck my hand down on the handle so that the door opened.

  With one more deep breath, I made my way out of the room. I moved into the bathroom, as was my plan. I made sure to spend a decent amount of time in there, before flushing the toilet and making my way back to my own room.

  Once I was in my own space, down the hall, I collapsed on my bed, with my mind still racing. I knew that I should probably get ready to make my way downstairs. After all, everyone knew that I was a fairly early riser and even though I suddenly felt very tired, I knew that I shouldn’t continue to try to sleep. At the moment, I certainly didn’t want to draw any attention to myself.

  My God. I can’t believe I did that. However, what bothered me slightly more was the fact that I wasn’t more freaked out about the situation that I had put myself in.

  Of course, I was nervous about being caught, but part of that nervousness stemmed from the fact that I knew if we were caught, we would have far less of a chance to engage in what we had done last night again.

  As I walked downstairs, I held my breath and hoped that I didn’t come across like I was hiding something.

  It’s not like my father knows that much about me anyway, I thought as I tried not to roll my eyes, right before I made it into the kitchen where my stepmother and father were enjoying breakfast.

  “Good morning!” Theresa said to me, smiling brightly.

  “Good morning,” I returned, trying my best to smile back in an unassuming manner. “How are you?”

  Silence is not your friend, I reminded myself as I spoke. I figured if I could keep everyone talking, I could gauge what they knew and how they reacted to me, so that eventually, I would be able to relax.

  “I am well,” she answered, before she moved her arm across the slight distance between herself and my father, in order to grasp his hand. “How did you sleep?”

  I nodded and shrugged, making sure that I remembered not to be overly friendly, which was slightly difficult when I also wanted them to talk to me. “Pretty good.”

  “Where is Tyler this morning?” my father asked me.

  I panicked. Even though as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them, but by the time I said it, I knew that it was already far too late; “Why would I know where he was?”

  My father shot me a strange look before he shook his head slightly and shrugged. “I just thought you two were together last night, is all.”

  “Oh!” I smiled and looked between the two of them innocently. Once again, my heart was racing, but this time, the only person I had to blame was myself. I shrugged and laughed, trying to ease the sense of tension that I felt before I answered, “No. Not last night. He went off and did his own thing. I stayed home. It was a fairly uninteresting night…for me anyway.” I shrugged again, trying desperately to sell my sinking ship. “In fact, I don’t even know if he made it home last night.” Then, my eyes flickered up as I realized how terrible that sounded. “I mean…Sorry, I’m sure everything is fine. I just haven’t seen him…at all.”

  My father stared at me for a long moment before he answered, “Ashley, are you all right? You seem like something is wrong.”

  His hard stare burned into me so deeply that I felt as though he was making me bear my soul to him. I had no idea what I should do. I was nervous and besides all of my internal struggles, outwardly, all I felt was eyes bearing down upon me. It was seriously nerve-wracking and I wished that I could just disappear, so that the sensation of having all of my secrets revealed would go away.

  However, through the sensation of fear and worry I found the strength to answer in a calm and collected voice. “No, Dad. I’m fine. Everything is all right. I just…haven’t woken up fully yet. I’m still a little groggy.” I once again tried an innocent expression.

  My father stared at me.

  “Yeah, sure. Thanks for the visit, I guess.”

  Mayday! Mayday! I thought, hoping that the cold sweat that I felt developing on my brow, along with my racing heart and pulsing blood was not as noticeable to them as it was to me. I swallowed hard and to cover that up I spoke. “I’m sorry…I’m perfectly fine. It’s just…I’m not very hungry and to be honest, the smell of the food is making me a little bit sick.”

  Oh God, I thought as my mind moved itself right to the major, immediate concern that I had about having sex and hoped that my father and stepmother’s mind did not go there quite as easily as mine did.

  I thought about what my best response would be, but since every time I opened my mouth I seemed to sink myself deeper into trouble, I didn’t say anything more.

  I knew it wasn’t the food, or pregnancy that was making me sick, it was just the pressure of their eye
s and the weight of my secret, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t cause me to wonder uneasily.

  “Are you sure? I could make you something light on your stomach,” Theresa offered in a fashion that made me feel more like a guest than a family member.

  I shook my head and stood up. Even though I had intended to eat with them, I knew now that wasn’t going to work. I just continued my new goal of getting away from them. “No thank you. I think I just need some air.”

  Without waiting for a response, I made my way out of the kitchen and out to the back of the house.

  I knew that I needed to be alone for a little while to figure things out. All I needed to do was calm down and figure out the extent of the damage done.

  By the time I hit the beach and smelt that salty air, I knew I had to take stock of what had happened, accept it and figure out exactly what my next move should be.

  That shouldn’t be so hard, I thought, but felt that I might be underestimating the extent of my own paranoia.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Tyler

  I awoke with a groan as I pulled my arm back under me, realizing it was cold.

  However, my eyes popped open and I looked around my bed, still partially blind, considering I barely had any idea who I was, before I started searching for someone else.

  “Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I sat up, realizing who was missing. I held my head in my hand as I thought back to the night before. Why didn’t I kick her the hell out? I thought, knowing full-well the rule about having women in my bed.

  They were always welcome to enjoy the thrills that I had to offer, but there wasn’t a bitch alive who I was supposed to be comfortable spending the whole night with. I wasn’t a one-night stand kind of guy, even with the women that I was interested in pursuing again. I was more like a one hour after sex and your ass had better be out of my bed kind of guy; and an hour was reserved for those who I didn’t want to piss off.