by Olivia H.
“YES.” It was all that I could say, because all words meant nothing and the only thing that mattered was feeling him slide into and then back out of me.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this and believe me doing it and thinking about it is like night and day. Yvonne, your pussy just took my cock and I know that you can feel it going deeper with each thrust. You want me and you know it and it might scare you, but I think that deep down you’re just a little slut with a need for cock that can only be filled by one man… and that’s me.”
His claim was met with another long thrust and then he was screwing me like this was the last time that he was ever going to see a woman. I don’t even know how it happened and I came to find myself upside down off the bed with my hands on the floor and my knees still on the mattress. His legs were on either side of me and I think this is what they call the wheelbarrow
In this position, he was able to get maximum penetration and I was screaming nonstop the entire time that he was banging my little kitty into submission.
“What the fuck…what the fucked are you doing to MEEEEEEEEE.”” I came and I could feel my muscles squeezing down on him and all I got for a response was a growl that somewhat scared me. It was that feeling that I was feeding off of and it was fueling my body to push back against him to hear the necessary slapping of his balls against my thighs.
Again, he changed tactics and this time, I was wrapped around his waist and he was bouncing me up and down with his hands holding me precariously in the air. He pushed me up against the dresser, making the figurines of superheroes fall to the ground. He then lowered me, so that I was on top of him and now I was racing to the finish line with the feel of his shaft expanding with the ever need to release the burden within his balls.
“I can’t keep it back any longer. You fucking bitch, you really do have a pussy that is starving for attention… AHHHHHH.”
I felt his hose going off and I was right about that little curve and it was striking against my g spot in just the right way. I think I actually had an orgasm, as he was injecting me with a fresh supply of male cream.
We lay in each other’s arms, looking over at the clock and noticing that we had been going at it for 2 hours.
It wasn’t long before we were doing it again and I didn’t even know there was that many positions, including this formation that had his legs in between mine and him pile driving his cock deep within my little hole. I don’t even know how many times I came, but I think it was in the double digits. I’m not sure, but I think he was only doing this to make my decision even that much harder.”
By the time that we were finished, the sheets were strewn onto the floor and our bodies were lying beside each other on the mattress sideways. I had my hand on his chest and I could feel his heart racing.
“I think that I’ve given you more than enough time. I went to see a matrix trilogy and then I came home to find that you were still doing it. I would say that I was surprised, but nothing surprises me about my brother anymore.”
Over the next few days, we talked and had sex in every room of the house. Their father came home and we all had a frank discussion, but it was ultimately my decision which way this was going to go. I weighed all the pros and cons and then on that fateful full moon, I gave them my decision.
“I’ve chosen Jensen to be the one that I will be with the 29 of those days. I didn’t make this decision lightly, but I think that I can only handle that kind of intense marathon sex one time a month. I also believe that Jensen is a bit more of my style. I’m not saying that to put you down, Roman and I just hope that you both understand.
“I can’t say that I’m surprised, but believe that on that one day that I am human that I’m going to take full advantage of that. With no sex for the next 29 days, you can imagine just how hungry I’m going to be for your body, Yvonne.”
I was still pretty sore from all the sex that I had just had with both brothers over the last 29 days. I could only imagine what it will be like to let myself go and give in to my submissiveness to a man that really enjoyed playing the dominant role. In the meantime, I had the gentle and caring soul of Jensen and I could make a life with him. It may have not been a conventional kind of relationship, but this was perfect. I was not only getting my cake, but I was eating it too.
THE END
Preview of: STEPBROTHER: My Dear Stepbrother Romance
“Have you ever seen Sean naked?”
Callie pulled a face. Her roommate was sitting across from her on the couch, leaning forward and giggling. “He’s my brother,” she said, trying to look as innocent as possible.
“He’s your stepbrother,” Anna insisted, smirking at Callie. “And he’s hot as hell. You can’t tell me that you never wanted to see that body.”
Sean was coming to visit for the weekend. He’d promised Callie he would take her out for her twenty-first birthday, and Anna had been losing it ever since Callie had told her he would be staying on their couch.
As inappropriate as Anna’s question was, thinking about it made Callie’s toes curl a little. The truth was, she had seen Sean naked once, totally by accident. He had just come out of the pool at their parents’ house, and he had been standing in the outdoor shower, with the door cracked just a little. Obviously he’d been in a hurry or just not paying attention, but Callie had walked past just at that moment and stopped dead in her tracks. She’d known Sean was in good shape, and he walked around without a shirt often, much to her mother’s consternation, but she’d never seen him fully naked. He had the most muscular ass she’d ever seen, and that sharply carved “v” of muscle just below his abdomen that led straight down to…
Callie cut that line of thinking off abruptly, feeling her chest flush red.
“Well?” Anna demanded.
“No,” Callie said, taking a deep breath to clear her thoughts. “No, I’ve never seen him naked.”
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They hadn’t grown up together. Maybe that was why she had such a hard time thinking of him the way someone should properly think of someone who was their sibling, if not by blood, by law. His father had married her mother when Callie was thirteen and Sean was fifteen. In fact, maybe that was part of the problem. She’d met him when her hormones were just starting to run wild—an attractive, older boy who had grown up into an even more attractive man. And even though Callie knew she was conventionally pretty, with thick dark hair and bright blue eyes and an excellent figure, she was sure that Sean would go for someone like Anna—a tall, Nordic blonde with legs that could probably wrap around him twice.
And there wasn’t even really any point in thinking about it. Sean thought of her like a little sister…because that’s exactly what she was. His sister.
Okay…his stepsister.
She kept herself busy all day, cleaning the house, making sure there were clean sheets and blankets to make up the couch for Sean, and above all, keeping her conversation with Anna out of her mind. It had been a while since she’d even had so much as a friend with benefits, which to her seemed ridiculous, especially going to such a large university. Anna always said that it was about the “vibe” people gave off that determined whether they met someone or not, and whether that someone would be a fling or a more permanent fixture. Maybe she was giving off the wrong one. Although, to be completely honest, she wasn’t entirely sure what “vibes” she was giving off at all.
She checked her watch. Sean would be at the airport at four. Anna had offered her the use of her car to go pick him up, and for them to go places over the weekend—assuming, of course, that she would probably be a part of the activities. Sean was a gentleman—he would always invite her along if they were using her vehicle. She hurried to her room, pushing things this way and that in her closet to find something to wear. She wanted to look casual…but hot…but not like she was actually trying to look hot…but not like she didn’t care either…
Callie blew out an exasperated breath. This was ridiculous, g
etting dressed up as if she were going on a date. She was just picking up her stepbrother from the airport. She grabbed a pair of ripped boyfriend jeans, a dark blue tank top, and pulled her thick brown hair back in a ponytail. Her contact case was sitting next to the sink, but she grabbed her glasses instead, as she did most days of the week. In public company she often bemoaned her glasses, making up excuses as to why she couldn’t wear her contacts—blaming clumsiness, usually—but in truth, putting them in was a breeze for her. She actually liked the way the glasses made her look. She felt studious and cute wearing them, but she was well aware that it didn’t fit the glam ideal that Anna and her other friends seemed to aspire to.
She grabbed Anna’s keys off of the kitchen counter, feeling a little nervous as she did so. Anna drove a brand new Land Rover, a car that Callie always felt was a little too much to have in the city, and a bit ridiculous overall. It was also ridiculously expensive, and she had a terror of wrecking it anytime Anna let her drive. There was nothing to be done about it but climb in and hope for the best, though.
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Her phone lit up just as she was pulling into the airport parking.
At the baggage carousel. See you in a few minutes.
Her stomach did a flip.
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, fiddled with the myriad of buttons on the center console, flipped through the radio stations. She had just landed on one with a particularly loud Korn song and was getting ready to push the button again when she looked up and saw Sean walking towards the car, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
Her hand fell into her lap and she swallowed convulsively. Shit. I’m in trouble.
Her stepbrother looked like the classic ideal of a surfer boy. Chris Hemsworth with short hair. Tall, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes. He was wearing a band t-shirt and cargo shorts, and she could see the muscles in his arms flex as he tossed the duffel down and opened the passenger door. He heard the music blaring inside and wrinkled his nose.
“I didn’t know you liked heavy metal, sis.”
Sis.
“I don’t!” she exclaimed, pushing the OFF button hurriedly. “I wasn’t paying attention.” She felt her cheeks starting to turn a little red, remembering exactly why she’d been so distracted. Sean leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and her face flushed the rest of the way.
“You okay?” He leapt into the passenger seat and tossed his bag down by his feet.
“Yeah, it’s just a little hot,” she fibbed.
“Well, let’s get back to the house then.”
Sean talked the whole drive home, catching her up on the things going on back at home. He lived in New York now, working for some big firm, but he’d gone to their parents’ summer house a week before for vacation.
Unbidden, the image of him in the shower at that house flashed back into Callie’s head.
They had to swing by the college campus to pick up Anna, and she squealed with excitement the second she got into the backseat of the car. “I’m so excited to meet you, Sean! Callie talks about you all the time!”
Sean glanced at Callie. “Is that so?” His tone was playful, but Callie sensed something under it, and it made her curious. He didn’t sound as happy as he wanted her to think he was.
“Every now and then,” she teased back, but her forehead creased, all of the sexual tension she’d been suffering under replaced with another kind of tension altogether. She hoped he wasn’t regretting the visit. Surely he had many more important things to do that didn’t involve squiring his little sister around town.
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Callie offered to make lunch when they got back to the apartment, but Anna turned her down, saying she had to run out and pick up a couple things before they went out tomorrow night. Callie settled for fixing a quick sandwich for her and Sean. He’d gone into the guest bathroom to change clothes, and when he came out he settled into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, dressed pretty much as he’d been before. Callie wasn’t entirely sure what the point of the change had been.
She set the sandwich down and took the chair next to him.
“So what’s the plan for tomorrow night?” Sean asked.
Callie shrugged. “Isn’t that your job?” she teased. “Picking out the places?”
Sean frowned. “Well, you know this area better than I do. I guess you would want to go out to a nightclub or something?” Callie’s face fell a little, and he grimaced. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d be the dive bar type.”
“I don’t really know what my type is,” Callie muttered. The afternoon seemed to be taking a quick dive, ever since the comment in the car, and she didn’t know how to bring it back.
“Well, I figured I would be taking you girls out somewhere to dance and drink. Typical 21st birthday stuff. I mean, the point is really for me to be your driver, right?”
“No, I just…” Callie didn’t know how to explain why it had been so important to her to have Sean there. “I figured…you’re older, and maybe you would take me somewhere really cool. Different, you know? Something kind of…crazy.”
Sean laughed. “What, like some kind of sex club or something?”
Callie turned bright red.
“That’s what you were thinking?” Sean looked incredulous. “Why would I take you somewhere like that?”
Callie felt stung. “I don’t know,” she muttered.
Sean scooted a little closer to her and tilted her chin up. “You’re so innocent, Callie. I would never think of going somewhere like that with you.”
Callie jerked her face away. “I am not innocent!” she snapped, feeling insulted and not even entirely sure why this was all upsetting her so much. “Like a month ago I sucked some guy’s dick at a party I had just met!” That had actually never happened, but she suddenly wanted to shock Sean, and from the expression on his face, which had turned thunderous, it worked.
He stood up suddenly. “I don’t want to hear anything like that again, Callie! You’re my…”
Sister. Of course he was going to say sister. But he didn’t say anything. He turned around and stormed out of the kitchen, and Callie felt her eyes well up with tears, her face burning with embarrassment.
When she finally did come out of the kitchen, Sean was gone. She looked quickly to the couch, expecting to see his bag gone too, that he’d probably called a cab and gone back to New York. It was still there, though, and she felt a wave of relief. Maybe she hadn’t messed everything up completely.
It was hours before he came back, though. Anna had returned and gone again, inviting Callie out for dinner and drinks with friends, a dinner that Callie had expected Sean would have gone to with her. But he wasn’t back, and Callie didn’t feel like getting dressed up to go out at all. She begged off with a headache, claiming that she wanted to rest up before tomorrow night’s festivities. She had no idea what those were, though, or if they would even have Sean with them. The lumpy navy blue bag next to the couch told her that he was returning, but she didn’t know for how long. She curled up on the couch in her sweatpants and a university tee shirt, numbly scrolling through Netflix and wondering miserably when he might come back.
It was almost eleven in the evening when he returned. Callie had left the door unlocked, and she looked up as he came in, half expecting it to be Anna, although these dinner-and-drinks nights inevitably never ended before at least one A.M.
It was Sean. His hair was rumpled, looking as if he’d just gotten out of bed. Callie wondered wildly if he’d gone and hooked up with someone. Here, with a bar on every corner around the campus, he would have hardly had to do more than walk in the door. She felt a flash of jealousy at the thought of some hot sorority girl wrapped around him, and she stuffed it down. Jesus, Callie. You’re going to have to stop thinking like this.
It was nearly impossible right now, though. The messy look worked for him. And his eyes were still flashing with a remnant of what she’d seen earlier when she’d made that ridiculous com
ment, and it made him seem just slightly feral—a little bit dangerous. He ran one hand through his hair and approached the couch. Callie pulled her feet out of the way and he sat down. She smelled a whiff of alcohol and grimaced. Not screwing, then. Drinking.
His speech was just barely slurred when he spoke, the clear edge of frustration still there. “You really wanted me to take you out to some place like this, didn’t you?”
Callie opened her mouth to answer, but he kept going, the question clearly rhetorical. “Fine. I called a friend of mine and he told me about a place, on the other side of town. I’ll take you, and your friend Anna too, if she wants to go. Maybe one more friend, but that’s it. This is a classy place, and they usually don’t allow anyone under 22, but I talked to my friend and he is going to pull a few strings. The dress code on a Saturday night is cocktail dresses for women, suits for men, so if you don’t have anything you’ll need to go out shopping.”
He paused, and Callie blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed. “I don’t have to have sex with anyone there, do I? I mean…I can just watch, or…”
Sean leaned forwards, reeling just a little to one side, and Callie reached out and grabbed his shoulder to steady him. “Someone there might want their dick sucked,” he said, a touch of cruelty in his voice.
Callie blinked. “I was just saying that, Sean. I didn’t really…” She felt a sudden need to reassure him. Why had this whole situation upset him so much that he’d gone out and gotten drunk?
He touched her face suddenly, his palm on the side of her cheek. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, Callie.” Rum. He’d been drinking rum. His fingers were smooth against her skin. Investment banker fingers. Not like the time he’d grabbed her when they were teenagers and she’d almost slipped and fallen into the pool. His fingers had been calloused then, rough from a summer of doing odd jobs. He’d been different then. More carefree. Callie had a sudden sense that she was about to find out just how different he’d become.
