Stepbrother Dearest

by Penelope Ward

  He searched my eyes for several seconds then lifted me off him and stood up. Rubbing his fingertips along my neck, he moved them slowly in a scratching motion then wrapped his hand around the middle as if…he were going to choke me. But it wasn’t anything like that. He just held onto my neck, rubbing it gently with his thumb. I felt myself getting wet from just the way he was looking at me, like there was nothing else in the world he wanted more than to have me.

  “I love your neck. It was the first thing I wanted to kiss. It’s so long and delicate.”

  I closed my eyes and bent my head back. He still wasn’t kissing me, just lightly squeezing my neck.

  Finally, he moved his hands down and slowly lifted my tank top off. His eyes were glassy as he stared at my breasts.

  In a stupid moment of insecurity, I said, “They’re small.”

  He kissed my cheek then spoke close to my ear. “Good. They’ll fit inside my mouth perfectly.”

  His hands then gripped my sides and lowered to pull off my shorts. “Shit,” he muttered and looked up at me with an impish grin when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I kicked my shorts off and stood in front of him, feeling vulnerable.

  He just continued to look at me for several seconds, and it was driving me nuts that he was keeping a little bit of a distance.

  As his gaze traveled from head to toe, in a sense, every movement of his eyes felt like he was touching me.

  He took a step forward and spoke softly just under my earlobe. “Is there anything in particular you’d like me to do or show you first?”

  My body was still trembling in anticipation.

  Everything.

  “What are my options?”

  He scratched his chin. “Rope, chain, cuffs…belt.”

  “Um…”

  He immediately took my face in his hands. “Oh, God. You’re so cute.” He kissed me firmly on the lips. “There was a small part of you that wondered if I was serious. It was a joke.”

  “I figured. I just wasn’t 100-percent sure.”

  “So…nothing in particular?”

  “You could start by touching me, maybe taking off your clothes, too.”

  “You want me to take off my clothes, huh?”

  “Isn’t that usually how it works?”

  He slowly shook his head and nipped my nose. “No.”

  “No?”

  “You’ll take off my clothes. But not until we play a little bit.”

  “Play?”

  “You have no experience. I can’t just get naked and start fucking you. You need to be ready for me. It’s gonna hurt the first time no matter what, so we need to make sure you’re as wet as possible. Sometimes, less is more at first because the more I withhold, the more you’ll want it, the more ready you’ll be.”

  Leading me over to the bed, he lay back against the headboard and pulled me into a sitting position on top of him. He was fully hard beneath me.

  “You feel ready,” I joked.

  “I’ve been ready since the day I walked in the door, took one look at you and realized I was fucked.”

  “You’ve always wanted me like this?”

  He nodded. “I did a really good job of hiding it for a while, didn’t I?”

  “You could say that.”

  He pushed me down over the hard-on bursting through his camouflage cargo shorts. “It’s pretty obvious now, wouldn’t you say?”

  I was throbbing between my legs as I rubbed my hands over the black t-shirt that stretched against his torso. “Yes.”

  Like the darkening of a theater before the start of a movie, the lightness of his expression faded, indicating that things were about to begin. He wrapped his hands around my neck again. He slid them down and cupped my breasts, massaging them slowly and firmly as I bore down onto his shorts. I pressed myself into his cock to satisfy the arousal that was building in me with every movement of his hands.

  He kept one hand on my breast and lifted his other one to my face, rubbing his thumb over my mouth then pushing two of his fingers inside. “Suck.”

  His skin tasted salty. I squeezed the muscles between my legs, so stimulated by look on his face as he watched his fingers moving in and out of my mouth.

  When he pulled them out, he rubbed the wetness of my saliva over my right nipple and licked his other hand before rubbing his fingers over my left.

  “They’re perfect.” Elec slid both hands down my torso and wrapped them around me, squeezing my ass. “So is this.” He gave it a light smack and smiled. “I want to do things to this,” he said as he gripped it harder.

  I wanted him to kiss me so badly or put his mouth on me in some way while he touched me, but he just continued looking at me as he massaged my ass. Slipping my hands under his t-shirt, I continued to grind over his cock. “Can I take this off?”

  “Okay…but just the shirt.”

  I lifted it over his head, causing his tousled hair to become even messier. I marveled at the contours of his cut, tanned chest. He had a small nipple ring on the left side. I’d seen him shirtless many times before but never up close with the ability to touch him.

  I moved my hands over the tattoos on his arms, the word Lucky on his right and the full sleeve on his left and down to the shamrocks on his rippled stomach. I ran my fingers down the happy trail of hair that led into his shorts. He tightened his abs at my touch, and I felt his cock twitch under me.

  “Sensitive spot?”

  “It was…when you touched my abs.”

  I bent down and kissed his chest gently, and that intimate gesture seemed to have had an effect on him. When I backed away, he caught me off guard when he pushed me back down on him and held me there for a while. My bare chest was plastered against his heart that was beating uncontrollably fast.

  “Why is your heart racing?” I asked.

  “You’re not the only one who’s trying something new.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’ve never been anyone’s first before.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah…really.”

  “Are you nervous?”

  “I just don’t want to hurt you.” The way he looked at me when he said it made me realize he wasn’t really talking about the physical pain. He didn’t want me getting attached to him.

  My chest tightened, and I was pretty sure it was a lie when I said, “You won’t.”

  You will, but I want you anyway.

  “I want to just take you so fucking badly right now, but I’m holding back because I’m scared of what this will do to you in more ways than one.”

  “Elec, you asked me what I wanted. What I want is for you not to hold back. We just have tonight. Please…don’t hold back.”

  For the first time since he’d walked in the room, he kissed me with the same fervent hunger I craved, lashing me with his tongue and groaning into my mouth. He flipped me over onto my back and kneeled above me, locking me in with his arms. His disheveled hair fell over his beautiful gray eyes as he looked down at me and once again stuck two of his fingers in my mouth. I realized that if he were going to be comfortable letting go of his apprehension, I needed to step it up.

  I held onto his hand and sucked on his fingers hard, taking them deeply down my throat. His eyes were half shut while he intently watched me do it as he licked his lips. Then, he reached down and spread my legs open wide.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered as he slipped his finger inside of me. “God, you’re so wet.” He moved it out of me and replaced it with two fingers the next time, pushing them into me slowly as deep as they’d go. I gasped.

  “Feel good?”

  “Yes.”

  He started to move his fingers in and out of me harder and faster. I could even hear how wet I was. Squeezing my breasts together, I bent my head back, and my body bucked. I started to lose control, moving my hips to meet his hand. He knew it when he pulled his fingers out of me suddenly. “Don’t come yet,” he said.

  He flipped me over
so that I was on top of him again and moved me back and forth over his cock. His shorts were soaked from me. At any given moment, I could have come if I let myself.

  It seemed he had the ability to sense when I’d hit a breaking point. He stopped me and backed away.

  “Do you feel ready now?”

  “Yes. I’ve been ready.”

  “I want you to touch yourself.”

  I was kneeling over him as my fingers rubbed over my clit. My knees started to shake.

  “What do you want, Greta?”

  “I want to see you naked.”

  “Then, take what you want.”

  I unzipped his shorts with my free hand, and he helped me push them down. When his cock sprung forward out of his boxers, it shocked me just as much as it had when I’d walked in on him.

  He smiled, knowing full well the reason behind my reaction. “Something wrong?”

  “I just…”

  He was stifling a laugh. “You look like you have some questions.”

  “Not really…I—”

  “Get them out of the way now.”

  I got my first up-close look at the circular barbell piercing. “Will it break the condom?”

  “That’s never happened. I use a sturdy kind and extra large for that reason…and extra large for the other reason.” He winked.

  I laughed nervously, seriously not understanding how he was going to fit inside of me. “Does it hurt you?”

  “It took a long time to heal but now, not in the least.”

  “Will it hurt me?”

  “I’ve been told it actually enhances the pleasure.”

  “Wow.”

  “Anything else?”

  “No. I’m good.”

  “You sure? Now’s your chance to run.”

  I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, and we both laughed through the kiss.

  I could feel the metal from the piercing as his cock slid against my stomach. I clenched the muscles between my legs with a renewed need to satisfy myself.

  He lifted me off of him and placed my hand on his cock. “Touch me while you touch yourself and listen if I tell you to stop.”

  With one hand on my clit and the other on him, I did as he said. Nothing had ever turned me on more than seeing the moisture build at his tip with every stroke of my hand, to feel him hot and slick, growing even larger than before. I loved watching him watch me.

  He was breathing uncontrollably. “Stop.”

  “I want to feel you inside of me now,” I said.

  “You will. There’s something else I need to do first…just to make sure you’re ready.”

  “What?”

  Instead of answering me, he slid his body down under me and lifted me up. I still wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing, but then it became abundantly clear when he positioned his face right underneath my crotch. I gasped when I felt it: the most amazing sensation of my life. I could have never imagined how good his hot mouth pressing against me would feel. His tongue brushed across my mound in slow but firm strokes. When he moaned, it vibrated through my core, and I let out an unintelligible sound.

  “Ssh,” he said against me. “We have to be quiet.”

  It felt impossible. “You need to stop, then.”

  “I don’t want to. You taste too good,” he said as his tongue continued to lap over me. Then, he slipped it inside of my opening while pressing his mouth harder against my clit.

  Oh. My.

  “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, Elec.”

  He sucked on my clit one last time and slowly released it from the grip of his mouth. I was pulsating between my legs, shaking and felt tears start to form in my eyes.

  He slid back up from under me, took my face in his hands and smiled up at me. “Now…you’re ready.”

  He reached into the pocket of his shorts that were on the floor and took out a condom. He ripped the package with his teeth, and the look in his eyes had me ripe with anticipation. Elec spread the rubber over his thick shaft and carefully squeezed the tip.

  Positioning me under him, he kissed me deeply while his cock rubbed against my sex. I couldn’t take any more and wrapped my hand around it, leading him into my entrance.

  “Easy,” he warned. “This is gonna hurt.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “You will.” He spread my knees back as far as they would go. “Hold onto my back and squeeze me, hit me, bite me…do whatever you have to do if you’re in pain, but please don’t scream. They can’t know we’re in here.”

  Even as wet as I was, it burned like hell when he first tried to enter me. I dug my nails into his back to curb the discomfort. I breathed through it as he stretched me. Eventually, the pain became tolerable. I’ll never forget the way it felt when he was fully inside of me for the first time or the sound he made. He’d been so controlled until that moment when he shut his eyes and panted. “Greta…this…you…fuck.”

  With each subsequent movement, the penetration went from painfully uncomfortable to painfully incredible. He was still taking it easy, but honestly, from the look on his face, I wasn’t sure if he could take much more.

  He pulled out slowly then pushed back in even slower. “It’s tougher to control myself than I thought. You’re so tight. This feels so good; it’s indescribable. I need to come, but it has to be with you.”

  As if on command, my muscles began to contract. “I am. Now. Oh God. Elec!” I’d yelled his name out too loudly.

  He placed his hand over my mouth. “Shh…oh God. Greta…fuck…Greta,” he whispered as he came, his cock pulsating inside of me. I could feel the heat of his release through the condom as his heart slammed against mine.

  “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” I said.

  “Yeah.” He kissed my nose. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

  CHAPTER 11

  The fact that it felt empty when he’d only gotten up to go the bathroom was not a good sign about how tomorrow would feel. His leaving was only a few hours away, and I was already craving the return of his smell and his touch in the two minutes he was gone.

  It was convenient to have a small half-bathroom off of my room since he might have woken up Randy and my mother if he had to go down the hall. He returned with a small washcloth and lay back down next to me.

  “Open your legs.” He placed it between them and held it there. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yeah, it does. Thanks.”

  I really wasn’t in that much pain, but the warmth of the cloth was soothing.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No. It’s really not bad at all. I’d be okay to try it again.”

  “We will. I want you to rest up a little first.”

  The room was dark except for the light coming from the bathroom. Over the next hour, he got up a few times to replace the cloth with a warmer one. He’d just lie next to me, holding it between my legs. We were both still completely naked, and it surprised me that it no longer phased me because he’d made me feel completely comfortable in my own skin. I almost wished he wasn’t being so caring and sweet toward me.

  We talked a lot in that hour: about his writing, about my pondering becoming a teacher, about our plans for next year. He would be attending a community college near his house in Sunnyvale. He’d live at home to keep an eye on Pilar and planned to get a job on the side.

  Elec would talk about anything openly, except the subject of his history with Randy. That was still off-limits the one time I tried to bring it up.

  The red digital numbers of the alarm clock taunted me. It was now three-am. My heart was starting to palpitate, and I felt almost panicky. There wasn’t much time left. He must have read my mind because he’d suddenly turned me onto my back so that he was leaning over me.

  “Don’t go there,” he said over my lips.

  “Where?”

  “Wherever your mind is right now.”

  “It’s hard not to.”

  “I know. What
can I do to make it better?”

  “Make me forget.”

  He stared at me long and hard before I felt his hand wrap gently around my neck.

  That seemed to be his thing. I loved it.

  “I know you said it before. But do you really want me to show you how I do it?”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t want me to hold anything back?”

  “Don’t go easy on me this time, Elec. Please.”

  He looked at me for what seemed like a full minute then said, “Turn around.”

  Just that command alone had caused wetness to build between my legs.

  It gave me chills when I felt his strong hand slide down the length of my back. Then, with both hands, he firmly squeezed the cheeks of my ass before lowering his mouth and biting it gently…and then again and again.

  He whispered against my skin. “I love your ass.” His words caused my muscles to tighten in anticipation.

  I let out a deep sigh when his hot mouth landed between my legs from behind me. The sensation of his going down on me from that angle was almost too much to handle. I was throbbing as he licked and sucked harder as if I were his last meal. The sounds he was making were driving me crazy.

  “God, you taste so good. I could do this all night,” he groaned into me.

  I’d yelled out loudly at one point, and he fisted my hair to bring my face back to his. “Shh. You’re gonna get us in trouble,” he said before sliding his tongue into my mouth and kissing me with the taste of my own arousal.

  His kiss then moved down the length of my back, and he suddenly stopped. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. We need to move to the floor because this bed will make too much noise.”

  I threw a few pillows down without delay and got down on my hands and knees.

  He was quiet. When I turned my head around, his eyes were fixed on me as he stroked his engorged cock.

  “You on all fours like this…nothing has ever turned me on more in my entire life.”

  Watching him pleasuring himself while looking at me had been my biggest turn on.