Stepbrother's Gift (23 page)

“Oh, God,” I whispered. I pressed even harder against the wall of the shower as I felt his cock move between my ass cheeks. He gripped my hair even tighter, causing a contraction to run through me as I grimaced from both the pain and the intense pleasure.

As the head of his cock ran against my pucker, I thought that, if he just asked, I would let him take me there. However, I breathed a sigh of relief as he kept moving, finally pressing his cock against my entrance. He stopped there, right at the precipice. “Come for me,” he again demanded.

My body responded to his command.

“I'm coming!” I screamed as my legs buckled. He practically growled in my ear as his cock pressed into me, sliding into my wet pussy. I'll never forget how full I felt as I contracted on his cock. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body shimmied and shook with sheer wonder. He stopped moving his fingers on my clit and caught me by my hips, holding me against the tile wall as he began to piston inside of me.

The tile was still cold against my skin, and it took me a moment to realign myself after coming off such a powerful orgasm. I managed to straighten myself back up, getting back on my tiptoes so he could go deeper inside of me. Every stroke was better than the last. I arched my back, giving him access to every inch and needing him to fill me completely as only he could.

His breathing intensified behind me, his lust taking over, and I surrendered completely to him. He moved his hand back to my hair, pulling it gently and sending more waves of pleasure through my body. I moved my own hand to his face, touching him as he fucked me from behind. I couldn't see him, but I knew the look of total concentration and desire that had to be filling his face.

His other hand moved from my hip to my belly. “This is such a fucking sexy tummy,” he said in my ear through gritted teeth. I nearly came right then, just from that. My own hand moved to my tummy, moving over his hand and pressing it into me. His baby was inside there, growing as we became one here in the shower. Just thinking about how good a father James was going to be made me start to feel the heat rise within me again.

My pussy tightened, aching to feel his release. I writhed with uncontrollable lust, needing his release to satiate my own. His fingers tightened in my hair and his hips thrust harder against my ass. I knew that he was going to come and I craved it like oxygen. When his fist tightened in my hair again, I felt my body tighten. I couldn't stop my body from responding to his and needing his release. “Come in me, James. Come in my pussy.”

James began to grunt, an animal sound that turned me on every time I heard it. It was primal and urgent, and full of a need that only I could give him. My jaw opened in a wordless scream as I found my release through him. My orgasm hit before his did, and with it, my ears began to ring. Soon I could hear nothing but the water all around me and the muffled sounds of James grunts, and they were getting louder.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, but pulled my hair back hard. I cried out, lost to my pleasure and the new pike of pain. I was looking at the ceiling when I felt the first splash of his semen splash against the inside of my body. I felt it again, and again, and again. With every thrust, he shot inside of me with a powerful stream of his cum. I moaned as I felt the heat of it begin to spread through my vagina, my womb, my entire core. I imagined ropes of white working their way deeper and deeper, filling me in the most primal of ways. And still, he kept thrusting, pushing more of that seed within me.

I felt him desperately try to push into me, giving me more, more of what I needed. I worked my own muscles, milking him as he kept thrusting. I wanted every bit of that cum, every sperm from his balls.

In a few moments, he let go of my hair. My scalp tingled, but it felt wonderful at the same time. I loved that he had controlled me, putting me right where it felt best for him. I loved it. Loved knowing that I had given him such immense pleasure that he couldn't control himself. My cocky, self-assured stepbrother couldn't control himself around me and I loved it.

I could feel him softening, but he stayed within me for the moment. I didn't ever want him to leave. He felt right. We were one and that was where we were supposed to be. He began to run his fingers through my hair again, this time more intimate, more loving. I could let him do this to me all day.

He slid out of me and I moaned. Without him, I felt empty. I knew the feeling would pass, but at least I knew I had a permanent part of him inside of me now.

“That was fantastic,” he groaned, finally letting me move away from the wall.

I turned around and let the water hit my breasts. It felt hot after the slick cool of the tile. I wanted to keep his seed inside of me, but I could feel that he had really filled me up. I'd be dripping for the rest of the night if I didn't wash myself. I rubbed myself while he watched. His eyes were soft as he looked on with only a little remorse as his white fluids ran down the drain.

“Damn, James. There's a lot in here.” I wasn't about to tell him how much I liked that or how incredibly hot I found it.

He was still breathing hard as he watched me. “Well, I haven't had a lot of opportunity for release in the past couple weeks. Believe it or not, my friend's mom didn't put out.”

I laughed at that. When last we had met up, I actually
had
got a little jealous that he had a date for a social event, even if she was the same age as Nancy. Still, for him to make a joke about it really did put my mind at ease.

“Are you telling me that you didn't jerk off at all?” I asked. I stopped washing and looked over at him, unsure if any man could keep it that long.

He held up three fingers. “Scout's honor.”

“You weren't a scout, though.”

He laughed. “You caught me. I jerked off only twice.”

I shrugged, pretending to be non-impressed. Of course, it was fewer times than I had jerked off. “And you didn't think of Nicole at all?”

“Hey, now, I didn't say that.”

My jaw dropped. “You are such a jerk! I thought you didn't like her.”

He shrugged. “I didn't say that, I just said that I liked you better. And you are
much
sexier.”

I blushed a little at that, but still narrowed my eyes at him. “Good answer.”

“Good recovery by me. And, hopefully, this will recover soon, too.” He gestured down to his dick and I laughed. He was such the charmer.“We should get out of the shower, though.”

“Okay...
Daddy
,” I said, again mocking him a little bit. He deserved it and more. I turned to step out the shower door...

*SMACK
*

I screamed just as I loud and high pitched as the last time, then turned to him. Once again, he had that cocky look on his face. “Quit spanking me!” I yelled.

“Quit having such a spankable ass,” he countered.

“I can't help it!” I said, then grinning, wrapped a towel around myself.

***

W
e spent the rest of the night curled up in bed. I was the little spoon to his big spoon, and I felt so incredibly safe and warm in his arms. When he got hard again, he began to writhe against me, but I felt so tired, and also felt so incredibly good in his arms, that I told him that we could do it in the morning. He never stopped writhing against me but we stayed that way for the rest of the night, just snuggled against each other in a never-ending moment of happiness.

T
he next morning, I woke up with him still curled around me. It was rare for me to wake up before him, even when we were in high school, so I just relished it.

It didn't last too long. He groaned happily and kissed me on my ear. I could feel him getting hard behind me again, and this time I would be ready for him. He wrapped his hand around my body, touching my belly. I moaned happily at the sensation on my tummy, but it reminded me of a different sensation. One that had to be taken care of before I'd truly enjoy myself. “Hold up. I have to pee.”

Instantly, he leaped out of bed. “Me, first!” he yelled.

“No fair!” I cried, turning over and looking at him.

“Fair! Also, I'll be a couple minutes,” he said, closing the door behind him.

What a jerk
, I thought for the millionth time about James. I laid there for a second, looking for something to distract me and wishing I had the desire to go find another bathroom. I could wait. I saw his laptop sitting on his desk. I decided I could check myFace and my email real quick, figuring that if our places were reversed, the jerk wouldn't even hesitate to use my computer. I wouldn't even post anything mean on his myFace, even though I would have access. He wouldn't do that for me.

There was a screen saver up, but it wasn't password protected. I jumped on my email real quick. Nothing major, just a couple projects that got updated at school. Suddenly, a pop-up notification from myFace chat appeared in the lower right part of the screen.

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N
icole says: good morning. thinkin about u

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I
couldn't help but click on it. I wished I hadn't. In the chat box was a two-week long conversation, dating back to the day that he got back from New York. The messages were about 90% from Nicole, with James usually responding back very briefly. Every time she asked when he'd be back in town, he had said that he didn't think he was coming back to New York any time soon. Still the disturbing part wasn't the text, it was the pictures.

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N
icole says: how do you like my new pants?
(attached was a picture of her with a pair of tight jeans on and no top, just her breasts exposed for him to see)

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N
icole says: do u like my piercing?
(attached was a picture of her pulling up her t-shirt, exposing her belly button ring to him with the curves of the bottom of her breast painfully apparent)

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N
icole says: like what u see, daddy?
(attached was a picture of her laying on her bed naked, her pussy spread for him

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T
here were several more just like that. One every day or so. Every response from James was noncommittal, but one thing I never saw him write was for her to stop sending them.

“What do you think you're doing?” a voice asked from the direction of the bathroom.

I turned to him. A look of fury was on his face. I gestured to the computer. “Me? What do you think you're doing?”

He stormed over to where I sat and slammed the lid down on the laptop, hard enough that I would have worried about him breaking the screen if he wasn't a billionaire. “I'm not doing anything. Your nympho roommate is the one sending pictures.”

I shouldn't have been angry with him, because he didn't send back anything more than practically grunts. I shouldn't have been angry with Nicole, because for all she knew, he was single and very aroused by her. Still, that would have been rational. And right now, I felt anything but rational.

“I didn't see you asking her to stop,” I said.

“Why would I ask her to stop? It would be rude. It would be suspicious.”

“Plus, you like getting them,” I accused. He said nothing, but by the way his lips kind of pursed, I knew I was right. “Oh my god. You jerked off to her. You sat right here, looked at pictures of her, and imagined that you were fucking her.”

“I think that's enough, Allie.” The fact that he didn't deny it said it all. That ache behind my breastbone was back again. His face didn't show any remorse though. “Let's go get breakfast and I can forget about you invading my privacy. We can still have a good rest of the day.”

“No, you know what?” I stood up, and immediately regretted it. The entire room seemed to sway and spin. I ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before puking. Apparently the diet coke was the only thing in my stomach from yesterday, and it tasted horrible coming back up. Wave after wave of nausea hit me.

How could he?
I thought. It wasn't cheating, I knew that, but it sure felt like it was. I retched again.

“Are you okay?” he asked. Real concern was in his voice.

“I'm fine. Go away,” I demanded.

“Allie, I'm staying right here.” As soon as he touched my hair, I recoiled a little.

“Then I'm leaving.” I started to stand up, and immediately put my face back to the toilet. I didn't gag that time, but I definitely felt like I should have. “Bring me my phone, please.”

He sighed, but left the room. For a few merciful seconds, I was alone. I didn't know how I could have got sick. Nicole actually had a quite nice body, definitely not gag-worthy, other than the fact that they were on James' computer. He was supposed to be mine. Another wave of nausea hit me and I guessed that it must have just been something I ate yesterday.

Or maybe, it was something else.
The thought did make me a little excited.

James returned with my phone. I was able to stand by then, and I snatched it away from him. We both stood there, naked for a moment, as my body decided whether it wanted to give me the strength to walk. “Are you okay?” he asked again.

“I told you, I'm fine.” I shakily began to leave the bathroom. “You can hang out with Nicole today, I'm leaving.” I started to pull on my clothes.

“Where do you plan on going?” James asked.

It was actually a pretty good question. I didn't know anyone in town. Well, except one person. “Anne asked if we could hang out today. I told her 'no' before, but maybe what I need is to hang out with someone who's not head over heels and sending you naked pictures today.”

James sighed loudly. “I'll call you a car.”

“No! No. It's a short walk.” I had to tell him something or else he would insist. “Look, I'm fine, really. I just need to get away from
you
for a little bit. Let me calm down, okay?”

He sighed again. “Okay. Call me if you need anything. I'll try and get some work done while you're off being irrational.”

I wanted to throw something at him, but at least he was going to let me be for the day. I was still mad at him, but it was a moment of privacy that I really appreciated. He was so protective of me that I was afraid he would go back on his word and call a car anyway. Or possibly a bodyguard. But he didn't, and today, I appreciated that.