First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) (12 page)

Jared glanced right at her cunt. The level of camel toe to be found there was significant. “It looks like you got into them all right without any help.”

“I did it just for you.”

“The sacrifices you make,” Jared said drily. “It’s deeply touching.”

“Come on.” She turned her ass towards him and slowly swayed. Jared moved to the right and the left, as if trying to see the TV beyond her ass, but he was becoming less and less convincing.

“Oh look!” said Audrey, thrusting her face towards the TV and her ass back towards her brother aggressively. “The Montreal Canadiens have just scored. How about you, Jared? Would you like to score, too? There’s that ass Don Cherry—yakkety-yak. Wouldn’t you prefer my ass instead?”

“Audrey, do you mind? The replay…”

Audrey looked over her shoulder at him and made comical faces. “Oooh. It’s Jared Corbin. Look at that masterful stick-handling everyone! He’s skating up from center ice. He goes left!” Audrey swayed her ass to the left. “He goes right!” Audrey swayed her ass to the right. “And now he’s skating right up to the goalie—she’s been caught with her pants down this time! He shoots! He scores! The crowd goes w—”

“Oh for the love of…” said Jared, closing his eyes.

There was that ghost of a smile again, and it was gone.

Audrey turned to face him. “Come on, boner boy.” With sudden speed she lunged forward and grabbed his crotch through his pants. “Ah ha!” she cried triumphantly. “He’s getting hard! Hah! You can’t resist.” Jared tried futilely to resist her, then Audrey sprang back again and put her hands to her breasts.

“C’mon, bruh. We both know you want to squeeze these little melons.”

Jared stood up. He stepped towards his sister, and she stepped back, still massaging her breasts. Then she grabbed the feather duster off the coffee table—one of the things she’d been using when she pretended to clean—and stuffed the handle down the back of her jeans.

She turned her ass to him again and wiggled it at him, the feather duster bouncing around like some gaudy tail.

“Come on,” Jared groaned.

“Yeah, come on,” leered Audrey.

Jared made a lunge at her but she dodged out of the way and Jared nearly smashed his shin on the coffee table.

“You little vixen!” he blurted.

“Vixen? What’s with the nineteenth century vocabulary, bruh? Have you been trolling the docks of Victorian London with your gentleman friends looking for a bit of cunny?”

Jared lunged again, and as Audrey twisted to get out of the way, he gave her ass a tremendous slap. Audrey howled and giggled and then held her stepbrother back with both hands on his shoulders.

“Take it easy, Mr. Gentleman, or no cunny for you,” she smiled archly at him.

Jared backed off and Audrey stood before him, one hand on her hip.

She began backing up towards the stairway and Jared, as if on a string, began to follow her. He shook his head ruefully, but there was an increasing gleam in his eye that Audrey noted with satisfaction.

She could always get him to take the bait.

Jared followed Audrey up the stairs. She walked backwards as she grabbed his ears and gave him kisses on the forehead. “Come on, bruh, that’s a good boy. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”

“I’ve heard that before,” he said, still following.

In her bedroom, Audrey tossed the feather duster aside. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the lower edge of her t-shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up as she gyrated her hips and Jared watched.

“Ready for the Audrey show, big bruh?”

“Yeah.” Jared nodded, staring transfixed at her.

Her t-shirt was tight, and she pretended to have more difficulty taking it off than she actually experienced. When her arms and head were wrapped up in the shirt, she increased the vehemence of her pretend struggle.

“Ooh! Unh! I think I’m stuck,” she purred.

But just as Jared reached for her breasts Audrey got the shirt off and threw it over Jared’s head. He pulled it away and tossed it in the corner. With ease and flexibility Audrey reached back to unhook her bra, gyrating her hips and dancing all the while, singing softly a tune that sounded vaguely like “the stripper,” but which was so weirdly off key as to make Jared wince and an raise an eyebrow almost to the top of his forehead.

“What the hell is that?” he said.

“I’m singing my little song and dancing my little dance for you, bruh,” she said.

Audrey pushed her face towards Jared, eyes closed as if still into the music and her whole idea of herself as stripping.

“My poor brother doesn’t like my singing.” She sighed. “Well, how about this?” Her bra was unhooked now, and she twirled it over her head a few times and threw it at Jared. It draped comically over his head.

As Jared reached for the bra, staring with fascination at his stepsister’s tits, she moved in closer and unzipped his pants. Then she reached in and began to pull at his cock.

“Show the lady some appreciation, fellas,” she said, as if addressing an audience. “How about it? You, sir, will you give the lady a hand? Or, what’s this? She’s giving you one! Well, isn’t that something? And how about
you,
sir? Oh yes? A standing ovation. A
very
standing ovation by the looks of it. Thank you, good sir, you are too hard. Or should I say, too kind.”

Jared began to groan. And it wasn’t from Audrey’s bad jokes. He put his hands on her hips as she continued to pull on his cock. She had his pants undone all the way now, and they fell down about his ankles.

“Thank you very much, gentlemen, the lady will help you with your bag, sir, if you wish.” With her other hand she began to rub and tug at his balls. “You’re a strong fella, but it looks very heavy.”

“Oh, fuck,” groaned Jared, half laughing. He reached for the zipper of her tight jeans, but Audrey danced away, still with a firm grip on his cock. “Gentlemen will kindly refrain from taking liberties,” she warned. “While the lady prepares for the next part of her performance.”

“Oh, Audrey, let me just get these fucking jeans off you and fuck your juicy, fucking cunt.”

“Shhhhh.” She wrinkled her nose at him when he interrupted her fun. “We must now ask your full attention while the lady prepares to take a dive from the high wire into the pool of incestuous perversion, where she will attempt to wrestle a notorious sea snake. Behold, the lady prepares herself…”

Still holding Jared’s cock with one hand, Audrey leaned in, still smiling down at Jared’s cock. “She takes a deep breath, and…”

Audrey bent over and virtually inhaled Jared’s cock, knocking him backwards to where he fell, seated, on her bed. She fell before him on her knees, his entire cock now in her mouth.

All kinds of greedy, muffled slurping sounds came from Audrey’s mouth as she slobbered all over Jared’s cock and sucked him off greedily. She paused for a moment, pulled the cock from her mouth, and looked straight into Jared’s eyes.

“I need a good,
stiff
drink,” she said.

Then Audrey burrowed deep into Jared’s lap again, swallowing his cock whole.

“We’ve got to do it,” Jared urged, moaning. “We’ve got to do it now. They’ll be home any minute. Oh. Audrey, that
is
good…”

Audrey popped Jared’s cock out of her mouth and stroked it with her hand again as she replied.

“Just hang on, bruh, not so fast,” she smiled devilishly. “You don’t
dislike
me sucking you off, do you?”

“No.” He shook his head. “But you said I could fuck you tonight. And our parents will be back any minute...”

Audrey kept glancing out between the curtains as if sensing their parents would be home very soon. She knew their habits well—they were like clockwork. She and Jared had been with them sometimes when they went to the Harrysinghs, and she knew just exactly when her dad would start to look at his watch and say, “Well well, it’s getting late.” Then they would almost certainly drive by the construction site on the way home, because her dad liked to check on things and wanted to make sure Sam had parked the backhoe properly. He would fiddle around and make sure the gate had been locked. If Audrey knew her parents—and she did—they would be coming home just in time for Jared to almost, but not quite, get any pussy again.

Shucks. Poor boy.

“All right.” She gave him a coy smile. “Since you’ve been so good, so restrained, you can take my pants off. But slowly, slowly. Striptease and hand jobs and blowjobs are one thing, but I don’t give up my pussy easily and quickly to just
any
stepbrother who comes along.”

This was a risk, she knew. She did not want to give him too much too fast, and have no excuse to break her promise for a fuck—but she had to give him something.

“Oh, thank God,” he said.

Audrey found it thrilling just how much he was in her power. Awkwardly, Jared dug his fingers in between Audrey’s thin, soft belly and her jeans and began to fumble at the button. Then, unzipping her, he began desperately to pull her pants down. They seemed practically glued to her lean, hard thighs. Despite his eagerness, this peeling took some time. Audrey, of course, had chosen to wear her tightest, sexiest jeans in order to maximize both Jared’s lust and the time needed to get her out of them.

And Jared knew that.

And Audrey knew he knew that.

“Unh! Ooh, Jared, you naughty bruh, careful. Oh! Put your hand on my cunt for a moment. Ooh, that’s nice.”

Impatiently, Jared stroked his stepsister’s pussy. He wanted in. But Audrey wanted to buy more time; and besides, she loved her pussy being stroked.

“Slow down, bruh, slow down. That’s it. There. Stroke it. Stroke it hard. Unh!” She pushed back at him with her pubic bone. The strength in her lithe body was really quite amazing.

Audrey enjoyed getting her pussy stroked, but not so much that she would feel herself getting carried away. Fortunately, Jared had his mind on fucking so much his manual technique was nothing extraordinary, and Audrey could enjoy herself while maintaining control. She knew that if silly Jared put his mind to it he could make her lose her grip and make her need his dick up inside her pussy after all. But it was more fun to tease, and she pushed his hand away and let him return to hauling her jeans down her lean thighs.

Audrey kept delaying him, smiling all the while, hugging him as he stroked her hot pussy again. “Please, Audrey, I need to fuck you.”

“Patience, baby, you’ll get in. Just stroke me a little more, please? I want to be nice and ready for you. That’s it. Ooh. Your hand is so strong. It feels so good on my pussy. Warm it up for your cock a little bit. That’s it. Now stick your finger in there. That’s good, like that, just like that....”