Authors: Selena Kitt
“Like the view?” She tried to act as casual as possible, even though her heart was beating hard in her throat.
Gavin didn’t speak. He just nodded, his gaze sweeping over her as she slid off the counter, the smock behind her like a superhero’s cape. Her stepbrother’s penchant for witty one-liners and back-handed compliments had clearly escaped him. He just stared.
“Come on, little brother, into the chair.” Her voice edged towards the authoritarian. It gave her an appearance of confidence she didn’t quite have. “That's an order, Gavin.”
Gavin obeyed, moving like he was in a dream.
When he sat down in the chair she’d set up near the sink, Sasha moved behind him, undoing the smock around her neck and dropping it on the floor beside him. She saw his head turn slightly when she did that, as he realized she was standing completely naked right behind him.
“Are you hard?” she whispered in his ear, putting her hands on his shoulders, feeling them bunch up at the question. He swallowed and attempted to answer but she interrupted him. “Do I make you hard?”
“Yeah... but...”
“Shhh.” She moved around in front of him, pressing a finger to her lips. “It's better when you're hard. It'll make things easier that way.”
“Things? What make?” He stared at her, garbled words tumbling from his mouth. “How to make it easier?”
“If I'm going to shave you...” She knelt down in front of him, unbuckling his belt. “It's easier when you're hard.”
He didn’t say anything as she unzipped his pants. His cock struggled beneath the fabric of his underwear. She pulled down his pants and underwear in one big jerk and he lifted his hips to let her. Gavin's cock smacked against his ridged belly.
“Been thinking about me?”
“All the time,” he confessed, his voice low as he looked down at her, kneeling naked between his thighs.
“Me too.” She met his gaze, putting everything she felt into her eyes, hoping he could see it. Was he thinking about all the times he’d watched her? The last time? She was, remembering the look in his eyes while she watched him climax.
“So you want to... uh... shave me?”
“That’s the least of what I want to do.” She grinned, moving her hands up his bare thighs. “But that’s where we’re going to start. You ready for that?”
“Uh... I guess...” He swallowed.
“You’re going to have to trust me.” Her hands had reached his crotch, but she didn’t touch his cock. Her fingers moved through the thick thatch of dark hair at the base. “Do you trust me?”
“Yeah.” He nodded slowly, watching her fingers move through his pubic hair. “I do.”
“You’re going to like it.” She reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to her pussy as she knelt up fully between his thighs. “See how it feels?”
“Fuck, Sasha.” His throat clicked as he swallowed. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how smooth it is when it’s shaved.” She gave him a coy smile. “And I need you really hard for this. I thought, feeling my pussy might do it. And I was right. Look at how I make you swell up.”
The head of his cock bobbed against his hills and valleys of his abdomen. It was sticky at the tip with precum. She could smell his musk and she longed to taste him, but she held back. Not yet. Not quite yet. She had to let it sink in that this was real, for both of them. And she wanted to know, without a doubt, that he wanted her too.
Sasha moved her hand away from her mound, but Gavin’s fingers stayed there, strayed there, his face pained and aghast as they slipped through her slippery folds. He met her eyes, his finger curling slowly, sliding inside.
“Sasha, we can’t...” he breathed, but his finger moved deeper, making her shift and let out a little breath. It felt so good it made her knees shake.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, putting her hands on his shoulders, rocking her pelvis with the rhythm of his fingers—two now—moving in and out of her pussy. “I want to. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, voice thick. “Fuck, yes.”
That was just what she wanted to hear. Sasha reached down to take him into her hand, loving the hiss of his breath when she began to handle him, the other hand moving behind his neck.
“Do the girls at school know you're hung like a wild stallion?” she teased.
“No.” He grinned.
“Good.” She leaned in to press her lips to his.
His mouth was soft and full, hesitant at first, but when she cocked her head and opened her lips, he did too, stroking the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. His fingers weren’t unskilled, moving inside her, thumb twisting to stroke her clit. She didn’t ask him where he’d learned that—she didn’t want to know.
“Okay, let me get to work,” she breathed as they parted.
She smiled when Gavin’s hand went straight to his mouth as soon as it slipped out of her pussy. He sucked her juices off his fingers as he watched her put everything beside her she needed.
“You’ve got a beautiful cock.” She praised him as she took it in her hand. His erection was just as thick as it had been—maybe even more—but she decided she couldn’t wait to taste him. “Let’s see if we can get you just a little harder.”
“Ahhh, Sasha!” He groaned when her mouth closed around the head. Her tongue traveled slowly up and down the shaft a few times before she took him as far as she could, all the way to the back of her throat. Gavin’s hand moved over her head, pulling out the ponytail she’d put in, letting her long, dark hair fall around her bare shoulders. Then her mouth slipped off the mushroom head of his cock and slid down to envelop his balls.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as she pulled his shaft as she sucked on his balls, first one, then the other, back and forth. “Ahhh, easy! Fuck!”
“You need to hold it in until I'm finished,” she warned, slowing down her strokes. “Think you can do that?”
He nodded, but his thighs were shaking.
“What?”
“Yes!”
“Good little brother.” She leaned up to kiss him, slow, soft, luxuriating in it before she took out the straight razor. It was the same one she used to shave his face him the last time.
She took his stiff shaft in her hand, pointing it straight at her bare chest as she applied shaving cream to his thatch. Gavin inhaled sharply and then held his breath while the razor blade scraped off his pubic hair.
“Trust me,” she murmured, giving him a small, encouraging. “I’m not going to hurt this gorgeous cock. I still want to take a ride on it.”
“Really?” He tilted his head, looking at her, a little disbelieving.
“Hell yes.” She nodded firmly, moving his cock to the side to scrape more pubic hair off his pelvis. “After I taste your newly shaved balls, that is.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, hips shifting when she unconsciously rubbed her thumb over the tip. “Sasha, you’re killing me.”
“Easy. Careful,” she warned, tilting his cock the other way. “Make sure not to move too much. I seriously don't want to turn my stepbrother into a eunuch.”
“Ha. Not qualified to give me a vasectomy?” he joked.
“Not quite,” she said with a grin.
“I’ll use a safety razor on your balls,” she mused, testing the area with her fingers, feeling for any strays. She’d done a damned good job. She used a wet washcloth to clean off the shaving cream and stray hairs. When she put down the straight razor, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief.
“Not that I didn’t trust you,” he said, grinning. “But having a straight razor down there is a little daunting.”
“Ready for this?” Sasha picked up a pink safety razor and used the bowl of warm water beside her to wet it. Then she applied shaving cream to his balls. “Have to pull them down. Tell me if it hurts.”
“Yikes!” He gasped as she grabbed and pulled. His eyes watered as be blinked down at her.
“Sorry,” she apologized, already shaving him. “No pain, no gain, right?”
Sasha made short work of his scrotum. In a few business-like passes, she shaved the skin of the delicate area. It was a lot easier with a safety razor, that was for sure! When she released his balls, Gavin gave another sigh of relief. Once again, she used the wash cloth to clean him up.
“Smooth as silk.” She gave him a satisfied pat with a clean towel before taking everything over to the sink.
Gavin didn’t stay in the chair. Instead, he was behind her, putting his arms around her and nuzzling his face in her hair. She felt his cock poking against her lower back as his hands moved up from her waist to cup her breasts.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered against her ear. “Sasha, please, I want you so much.”
“Me too.” She leaned back against his chest, realizing he’d taken his shirt off too. They were skin to skin. “How long have you wanted to do this?”
It felt easier to ask with her eyes closed, facing away from him.
“Since your mom married my dad,” he confessed, his fingers plucking at her nipples, making her gasp and shift in his arms. “You’re such a damned tease.”
“Me?” She smiled, pressing her hands over his, kneading her flesh. “You mean all those times you watched me in the shower?”
“Brat.” His teeth raked over her shoulder, making her shiver. “You left the damned door open.”
“So did you.” She reached back, grasping him in her hand, loving the way he sucked his breath in. “You jerked this thing so hard I thought you were going to pull it off.”
“I knew you were watching.” His lips moved over her neck, his thumbs flicking her nipples.
“Me too.” She rolled her hips, arching her back. “That’s why I took off my top when I was in the backyard sunbathing. I knew you were watching from the window.”
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he growled, bucking in her hand. “Fuck, Sasha, I want to be inside you.”
“Patience, little brother.” She turned in his arms, admiring the expanse of his chest as she planted her palms there and pushed him back. He sat down in the wooden chair, staring up at her with a hungry look in his eyes.
She held his hand and guided it up to her smooth pussy. She’d shaved just a few hours ago, so there wasn’t a stray bit of hair. Gavin thumbed the folds of her pussy, strumming over her clit, making her jut her hips forward in response.
Then she sat down on the chair, straddling him. His engorged cock almost reached to her navel. She held on to the chair back while she pumped his huge cock.
“You’ve done this before?” she asked, tilting her head at him, curious.
“Are you asking if I’m a virgin?” he chuckled, his hands moving up her waist to her tits. His fingers played over her nipples, making them even harder. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Me either.” She grinned back, glancing down as his hips moved in response to her rhythm. “But I think this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Ever?” Gavin actually flushed, but he looked pleased. “God, I love your tits.”
“Taste.” She arched, bending back as her stepbrother took a heavy breast in each hand. His tongue touched her nipple. He looked up, watching her reaction.
“It's good,” she murmured, squeezing his cock, feeling every lick and suck on her nipple send a little zing of pleasure down to her pussy. When he finished with one, his mouth traveled across her sternum and collarbone, finally landing on her other nipple. “You like the way it tastes?”