Stepbrother Secrets (2 page)

              Right away, I wanted to accept Sebastian’s invitation. His cock was beautiful and growing by the second. Still, something in the back of my mind that kept me in my corner.

              “What’s wrong, Audrey?” he asked as he looked down at his dangling flesh. “Don’t you like it?”

              “Stop it,” I whispered as I looked around this room. “What if someone sees?”

              “It’s Sunday,” Sebastian said as he moved closer. “There’s no one else around.”

Suddenly, we were touching. His tall, hard, naked body pressed against me. Slowly, Sebastian’s mouth moved to mine. My lips willing accepted his intrusion as they locked in a kiss.

              His tongue raided my mouth. It was warm and sensual as he tossed about my mouth. Tingling sensations began to rise out from the pit of my stomach. Sebastian’s touch was like magic. His masculine, yet playful energy radiated around the room as we kissed. I felt his large hands make their way to the small of my back. He pressed me in closer, and I felt his strength.

              Still reserved, I kept my hands to the side of my body. He seemed to take notice. One of his hands slipped away and gripped my wrist. Next to his large fingers, my hands were like tiny little toys. Then he slid my hand onto his chest. I felt his smooth skin on top of his rock hard breast. Sebastian moved my hand further down. I felt the individual bulges that made up his abdominal line.

              More stings came from my gut as he slid my fingers further down his body. My index finger found the indentations at the top of his hip bone and pressed in deep. Sebastian pulled away from our kiss.

              “Oh,” he said inquisitively as he saw me touch him there. “You like that spot, don’t you?”

              I felt dreary from his electric touch and nodded my head a little in response.

              “Well, then you’re going to love this,” he smirked as he pushed my fingers down the slopes of his hipbones and into his field of perfectly trimmed pubic hair. My hand continued its journey until it found something warm and girthy. Suddenly, I was gripping onto Sebastian’s thick, erect cock.

              “Yes,” he groaned. “Play with it more.”

              I stroked at it a bit as he moaned. The truth was that Sebastian’s was only one of the few that I had held in my hand. The first was a boy I lost my virginity to a few summers back while on vacation with my mother in the Hamptons. This cock, however, was much more sizeable, and delicious looking than the others I had seen. In fact, it was so delicious that I needed to try it.

              “Go on,” Sebastian said as he looked at me. “I saw the way you looked at me every day on that hill. Show me what you’ve wanted to do all of this time.”

              My eyes shifted up his tanned body to his face. Sebastian gave me a flash of his shimmering teeth. They were perfect. Almost overtly perfect. I wondered how many girls he had shown his body to and they had been on bended knee for him. Whatever the case, I was determined to show Sebastian that I wasn’t like any other girl.

              “Be careful, Sebastian,” I purred as I glared at him. “I’m not like the rest.”

              Then I unfastened my bikini top and let the straps fall to the ground. His eyes widened as I pushed him onto my bed and grasped his cock in my firm hold.

              “Fuck!” he groaned as I swallowed him whole. Traces of my spit washed down the sides of Sebastian’s meat and onto my fist. When things became too messy, I stroked him hard, using my spit at lubricant between our contact. “You’re fucking fantastic at this.”

              “Mmm…” I moaned as I sucked him up and down in long, hard strides. The truth was, I didn’t think much of performing fellatio. What I did enjoy, however, was the way that it made him squirm. As his muscular legs spread and kicked, I knew that he was mine for the taking. All I needed to do was look pretty while acting like his little slut, and Sebastian would do anything that I asked.

              “You’re going to make me finish,” Sebastian growled as he pushed my head away from him.

              “Isn’t that the point?” I said as I climbed his body. Sebastian stared at my breasts, which hung just an inch away from him. I pressed my lips against his, and we kissed. Sebastian eagerly swirled his mouth inside of my mouth. I felt his hands grip harshly into my ass cheeks as he pressed me closer.

We pulled back, and a small amount of saliva stuck to my bottom lip. Sebastian leaned forward and licked it off of me. Then his face changed from being a pleased boy to a wild man. It was as if he had caught onto my game. His powerful arms tossed me onto the bed.

“My turn,” he snarled. Suddenly, he flipped me onto my stomach and then lifted my legs. In one motion, he pulled down my bikini bottoms. With my legs spread, and my face pushed into a giant pillow, Sebastian attacked. His mouth pressed deep between my spread legs.

              “Ah…” I whimpered as he took me over. I could hear him making sounds of pleasure as Sebastian thoroughly tasted me. His tongue slipped out and ventured deep inside. I could feel him wetting me slowly with his watering mouth.

              Both of Sebastian’s hands gripped my buttocks. At first they caressed the skin softly as he lapped at me. That was until he became even more excited. When Sebastian realized that his tongue couldn’t go any farther, he licked me up and down in clean swipes. Sensational tingles exploded with each of his laps against my tender skin.

              Just as I was about to let out a moan, he surprised me. His licking had gone up even further and touched against my other opened. For a few moments, I felt Sebastian spreading my ass and licking me in what turned out to be a very sensitive spot.

              “Wow,” I moaned as he teased me with his wet tongue. The mischievous moment, however, did not last.

              “Enough,” Sebastian groaned. I looked back at his face. It was a mixture of absurdly aroused and nearly agro. He pushed himself up and pulled at my stomach. I was forced into a kneeling position as he placed his cock on me. At first, he teased me with it. The thick tool wiggled at my opening, spreading my lips apart just to have them cover back again. The more Sebastian teased me, the less I could take.

              “Please,” I begged him.

              “Had enough?” he said in a brash timbre. I didn’t care how arrogant he wanted to act. All I could focus on was his cock sliding into me. Suddenly, my wish came true. “Ah!”

              Sebastian wasted little time as he crammed his entire girth into me at once. Suddenly, I was full inside from his flesh. Every part of me was rolling with pleasure as his cock found the depths of my tunnel

I felt Sebastian slapping his hips into me as he took me hard from behind. The distinct sound of skin pounding against skin echoed around the room. Unable to control myself, I moaned and wriggled about as he took charge.

Just as I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, Sebastian stopped. He grabbed me and turned me onto my back. I was still for a moment, looking at his muscular body that had broken into a darkening sweat. His cock found my pussy again, and he plundered in once more. This time, he was able to reach different parts of me, rubbing and caressing my insides with his impressive girth.

I felt the building coming on strong as he gripped my legs and pulled me back and forth against him. My hands reached for the headboard for leverage, but still, it wasn’t enough. The entire bed was an earthquake of steaming hot madness. My new stepbrother towered above me, fucking me like nothing more than a pleasure toy.

Suddenly, I stopped being able to control myself. Screaming loudly, I felt my chest heave, and the spot between my legs light up like a flickering fire.

“Come for me,” Sebastian commanded me as he drilled fiercely inside of me. I did what I was told as hot washes filled between my thighs, letting out rivers of pleasure that made my body go into convulsions. “Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!”

Sebastian pulled his cock out of me and stroked it wildly as he watched me continue to orgasm. I reached down and touched where he once had been. My fingers found his excavation spot, and I continued to rub myself.

“I’m coming!” he groaned as he finished. Hot flashes of simmering cream pushed from the tip of his girthy tool. They sprayed all over me, landing at impressive lengths on my breasts and the comforter on the bed. I orgasmed once again, as I watched his muscular arms work out the remaining pumps of white cream from his softening member.

As Sebastian collapsed on me, I could feel him heaving against my body. I was breathing harshly as well as I wrapped my arms around him.

Out of the air, a small amount of panic rushed through my body. A cold sweat took me as I wondered about the man I had in my bed with me. After all, he was my stepbrother. Still, that may have been the entire reason behind this chance, yet sweltering encounter.

              Though I felt that it went without saying, Sebastian and I agreed that we wouldn’t speak of our tryst to anyone else. Not even our closest, most trusted friends could hear of it. My biggest fear was having my father discover about us. This taboo would embarrass him. Likely, in the aftermath, I would be blamed. After all, Lydia was closer to her son that I was to my father.

              When my brother Michael arrived at the house, I greeted him in the dress that I had picked out. It was one he had sent me for Christmas the year before. I still wondered how he had been able to find one that fit my style though we hadn’t seen each other in years.

              Michael studied at Harvard and graduated the same time that I had from boarding school. My father opted to go to his commencement over mine as they coincided on the same day. It was all for the best because I was ruing seeing my father in the same room as my mother.

              The next day, Sebastian went by the pool as he always did. I, however, became slightly paranoid that my father might discover our chemistry, so I stayed beside Michael. We played a few games of chess, which he defeated me in each time. When we changed the game to modern trivia, I won the next set.

              “Are you trying to upset me?” Michael asked while wiggling the trivia card between his fingers.

              “How so?” I said still looking at my hand of cards, deciding which one would deliver the best blow.

              “With this onslaught of culture garbage?” he said throwing his hand down on the table. Michael was good-looking like my father but much taller. Continuing the tradition of my father’s side of the family, he went to school in the sciences,and graduated with top honors. He was sharp but had a boyish attitude with more energy than anyone I had ever met. Sometimes, it was all too much for me.

              “Giving up already?” I asked.

              “More or less,” he said as he gazed beyond my shoulder to the outside garden. “How do you feel about that one?”

              I turned my head to see Lydia pruning roses that were growing outside of the garden boundaries.

              “Lydia?” I asked in a wondrous tone. Then I decided not to pay much attention to the question. “We haven’t spoken much.”

              “I’m sure,” Michael said as he twisted in his chair. “She a little dim. After all, dad always preferred his women with more looks than brains.”

              I knew that this quip was aimed at my mother. However, Michael was all bark and no bite.

              “She’s not all that bad,” I added while trying to mask another secret truth. “For a woman who still likely still lets her adult son suckle from her teat.”

              “What do you mean?” Michael pried.

“Nothing,” I said as I started to arrange the game pieces on the counter. “They just seem like one of those creepily close families.”

“You don’t think there’s anything lecherous between them, do you?’

“Who knows?” I sighed. “The more family money, the more secrets.”

“We know that our father has his share,” Michael added.

“Which?” I joked. “Like that we are one big, happy family?”

“Precisely.”

When we were younger, our father forced us to attend summer vacations together. Michael and I would always end up getting arguments. I found that my half-brother was notoriously neurotic and usually roused the same type of energy from other people. I even saw my father strike him fiercely across the face once after Michael talked back. This is something no one in my family ever spoke of again. I didn’t even dare repeat it to my mother.

“Another game?” I asked.

“Let’s take a break for an hour.”

“Do you think that’ll help you win?” I smirked.

“Don’t worry, little sister,” Michael smiled at me. “I know you aren’t as clever as you think you are.”

Then he stood up, leaving me alone to pick up the pieces.

              As the afternoon turned into night, I noticed Sebastian coming into the living room in only a towel. I wondered if he had been in there all day. His chiseled form was still perfect as any other day, but this time, his face wore a scowl. I caught him glaring at me for a brief moment before he turned the corner toward his wing.

              “And how do you like Sebastian?” Michael asked me as we started a fresh game of checkers.

              “What are you talking about?” I answered defensively.

              “Calm down,” Michael said giving me a sharp glare.

              “Why are you asking me so many questions?” I sneered. Michael liked to trap and interrogate, and this sounded like one of his usual moves. I wasn’t about to fall victim to him, even if there was still a chance that he was making small talk. “You should meet these people and find out for yourself.”

              “Jesus,” Michael said as he threw his red game pieces onto the table. “You don’t have to answer me like a fucking bitch.”

              “What the
fuck
is wrong with you, Michael?” I snapped. “Didn’t take your meds again today?”

              Michael sprang from the table. I could tell that I had gone too far. Still, that was the point. He always had a way of prying out the worst in people, and I wasn’t about to let him discover this secret.

              “Go fuck yourself, Audrey,” he barked as he raced away from the table. My heart was racing as I walked away from the room and up the stairs. Once I got into my room, I saw Sebastian lying on my bed, completely naked.

              “What the hell are you doing?” I asked him in disbelief.

              “I was trying to surprise you,” Sebastian looked at me as if he had done nothing wrong.

              “This isn’t the time,” I said. “Everyone is home.”

              “Relax,” he said as he got up from the bed and walked toward me. I looked at his cock, which was erect and sticking out in front of him. “Everyone is too caught up doing whichever bullshit they want to notice us.”

              “Stop,” I said firmly.

              “Stop what?” Sebastian said as he pushed my palms to his cock. It felt nice in my hands again. Suddenly, the world from before seemed to dissipate around me. Michael’s ridiculousness and the looming fear of my father discovering us were no longer worries that held value.

              Sebastian unzipped my dress and removed it from my body. He lips were upon me again, calming my thoughts and exciting my nerves.