TEASE_A Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  I sighed and let my fingers travel down my nipples and towards my stomach. They lingered on my stomach for a moment before slowly making their way to my pussy, pausing, and moving on to my delicate pussy lips. They circled around my sex, carefully avoiding my pussy. I didn’t want to turn myself on so much that I’d want a cock, as I knew I really wanted Ryan’s cock to satisfy me.

  I closed my eyes and imagined Ryan was in the tub with me, touching me. I imagined he’d kiss me on my lips and his mouth would explore my breasts, stopping at each of my nipples to suck them ever so gently. He’d lift me up and sit me on the tub while he put his head between my legs to find my warm spot. He would allow his tongue to wander a bit until he found my sweet spot. And when he was done getting me wet, he’d lift me up until my pussy was directly at his cock. He’d hold me tight and moan my name as I pushed down, engulfing all of him in one swoop.

  A knock on the door interrupted me. It was Ryan. “Liv. You okay?”

  I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. I had lost track of time and had been in the tub for over an hour.

  “Yes, coming right out,” I said.

  “Just checking,” he said from behind the closed door.

  “Thanks,” I replied and looked around for a towel. I hadn’t brought any with me. “Ryan?”

  “Yes?”

  “Can I please get a towel?”

  “Sure, hang on,” he said. After a few seconds of silence, he returned and knocked on the door.

  “Come in,” I called as I scooted lower in the tub so my body wasn’t exposed. I didn’t want him thinking I was trying to seduce him.

  “I’ll hang it on the door,” he said, opening the door slightly and hanging the towel over the door, much to my disappointment.

  I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, knowing the boundaries we had set for ourselves, but I had hoped he would come into the bathroom and we’d kiss and maybe one thing could lead to another.

  “Thanks,” I called after him, getting out of the tub and grabbing the towel.

  “Liv,” he said through the door; he suddenly pushed the door open. I was still naked and drying myself off, but when he opened the door, I scrambled to wrap the towel around my body unsuccessfully.

  “Liv, I can’t do it,” he said, approaching me and taking the towel from me.

  “Can’t do what?” I was confused.

  “I can’t stay away from you. I’m so sorry.”

  I knew what he was sorry for. He was breaking the pact we had made years ago about never being intimate again. But I wanted him as much as he wanted me, regardless of the pact.

  He continued, “Do you think we should…..”

  I interrupted him by pressing my lips against his, my naked body wet against his fully clothed body.

  “What are you doing to me?” he moaned as our kiss deepened.

  “Nothing you don’t want,” I giggled. It had been two long years since we had made love, and I had missed his kiss, his warmth, and his body so terribly. Two years of not touching him intimately was more than I could bear. I wanted his body naked next to mine. I wanted him now.

  “Liv, are you sure?” He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

  “More than anything, Ryan,” I replied.

  “I’ve been meaning to do this since you arrived,” he said as he planted his lips on mine.

  “I’ve been waiting,” I said, kissing him back. I would never be able to resist Ryan.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured as he left butterfly kisses all over me. He led me out of the bathroom towards the living room.

  He was right. We shouldn’t, but I was past caring. I had missed him so much that nothing was going to stop me from having sex with Ryan at that moment. I kissed him back with the same intensity and passion he was showing me.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” he grunted, pushing me to a seating position on a nearby table. He spread my legs and stood between them. He let my towel drop and cupped both of my breasts with his hands, using his fingers to stroke my hardening nipples and squeezing my soft mounds. I spread my legs wider to allow him better access to me and feverishly unclasped his belt and pants, letting them pool to the floor.

  “Oh, God,” I said as he drew closer to me, his cock hard and firm, begging for my attention.

  I grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked him gently, cradling his balls and stroking the length of his thickness.

  He took each nipple into his mouth, caressing, kissing, and moving his lips over the nipples until they could get no harder. I leaned back onto the table for support, and at the same time, I let go of his cock and placed my hands behind me. Just as if he knew that l wanted him to play with my nipples, he took them again into his mouth and sucked them, alternating a rhythm of suction with gentle tugging and pulling. My legs involuntarily spread, almost like I was begging for his cock to fuck me.

  “So wet,” he moaned as he gently touched my pussy, massaging it and spreading my juice around my warmth. His thumb flicked my clit slightly, making me shiver; he started stroking my clit gently in an upward-downward motion.

  “Faster,” I commanded, placing one hand over his.

  He stroked me a little harder and faster, turning me on more and more by the second. I moaned as I began to lose all sense of control. I was reaching the point where I couldn’t take any more of his teasing; I wanted to give back. I sat up again and tried to cradle his cock in my palms.

  “No, relax,” he told me, pushing me gently into the semi-horizontal position, my elbows supporting my body, my pussy arching towards him, beckoning to do whatever he pleased with me. So he did.

  He dropped to his knees and I closed my eyes in anticipation of his tongue. I didn’t have to wait long. His tongue flicked my clit, causing yet another pleasant shiver to run down the entire length of my body. I grunted and spread my legs further apart; I felt his tongue digging deeper into me - in and out like a pro, sending sensations spiraling through my body. I couldn’t control it anymore; I grabbed him tight as I shuddered, plunging into a wild explosion. He held me steady, allowing me to ride the waves of my release. When my orgasm subsided, he stood up, cock still erect, and kissed me on the lips.

  “My turn,” I said, climbing off the desk and pushing him down toward it. I spread his legs apart, got on my knees, and took his cock into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and let his shaft glide in and out of my mouth, in a fucking motion, and with each thrust, I let him go deeper into me towards the back of my throat. He smelled and tasted good. The thought of his cock inside me made me moan. He had his hands on my head, guiding me as I bobbed back and forth over him, taking him in slowly and releasing rhythmically. He was groaning softly, grinding his hips toward me, eyes closed. I liked seeing him like this. I smiled and swirled the tip of my tongue around the base of his cock and his moans deepened; at least I knew I was doing it right.

  I took his cock back into my mouth and licked the head while applying pressure with my tongue. He seemed to like that a lot as he spread his legs even further and started thrusting faster into my mouth. I relaxed my throat again and let him fuck my mouth while I tightened my lips around his cock like a snug pussy. My hands stroked his shaft with the same tempo as my mouth, one hand cupping the base of his cock with a light squeeze.

  As his thrusting deepened, my need for him grew stronger. I let go of my hold on his cock and began stroking my clit and fingering myself. One finger, two…soon I was almost fist-fucking myself. It felt so damn good. I sensed that Ryan was nearing his release as his moans increased, his thrusts quickened, and his hold on my head tightened.

  “I have to fuck you now,” he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth rather quickly. “I can’t take any more teasing.”

  I smiled. He knew I was ready for him. I kissed him on the lips. “How do you want me?”

  He turned me around and placed my hands on the desk, making me bend over slightly, causing my ass to stick out. I loved the thought of him taking me from t
he behind.

  “Come on,” I urged him. “Fuck me.”

  He wasted no time in positioning his cock at the slit of my pussy, and in the blink of an eye, he penetrated me to the hilt.

  “Fuck,” I grunted as his entire cock filled me.

  He froze. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

  “No!” I said. His cock had taken me by surprise - I had forgotten how thick it was. I was in for a great ride. “No, please, don’t stop.”

  “So tight, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” he said as he withdrew his cock and pushed into me again, this time a little more gently.

  I moaned and wiggled my hips, taking him all in again. How the heck had I survived two years without his cock?

  He pulled out again and pushed in again, and then he started fucking me like there was no tomorrow. We kept at it for some time, his cock entering me to the hilt and pulling out, repeatedly penetrating me again and again until our moans got louder.

  “I’m coming!” I moaned as the waves of orgasm overtook my body.

  “So good, baby,” he screamed as he began to shake, his orgasm strong and powerful as he came inside me; then he collapsed on me, pinning me to the desk.

  For a few moments, we stayed that way, trying to catch our breath. When we recovered, we both lay on the carpeted floor, holding on each other.

  “This was worth the wait,” I said, smiling as I rubbed his naked chest, tracing his muscles.

  “It was,” he replied, his tone a little flat.

  I looked at him. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “You’re worried about us, right?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “We were never supposed to do this ever again.”

  “But we did.”

  “I’m so sorry, Liv. It’s just that you’re so sexy, and I can’t help it when I’m around you.”

  “I should leave. Coming here was a bad idea,” I said solemnly and tried to detangle myself from his body.

  “No, Liv. That’s the problem. I don’t want you to ever leave. I let you go last time, but I don’t want to do that again. Yes, this might be a bad idea, but it feels so right.”

  I looked at him, and he was staring at the ceiling. “Then what the heck are we going to do?”

  ***

  RYAN

  ***

  I was never supposed to sleep with Liv again, not after the first time we had sex two years ago. We had agreed at that time it was a mistake and had sworn never to cross those unspoken boundaries of sibling-sex ever again. But it was easier said than done.

  The first time I saw Liv, I was so attracted to her I knew I was going to have sex with her one day. It was only a matter of time. The right time came one day while we were home alone; fucking her had been the highlight of my life. But it hadn’t seemed right for us to engage in a physical relationship, so we had amicably agreed to make that encounter our first and last. It had worked for two years.

  As much I hated that arrangement and the thoughts of her in another man’s arms haunted me daily, I had to respect the pact we’d made until such a time when things could be different. And that day had been today. When she called me to tell me she needed me to come pick her up, I knew things were about to turn around for me. Luckily, Stacey, my girlfriend, was already out of the picture, mostly because I was a dick to her by no fault of her own. My relationships never lasted because I knew it was Liv or no one for me. I wanted Liv more than anybody else, more than anything else, but I couldn’t let her know this. I didn’t want to frighten her. I kept away as much as I could from her by refusing to share an apartment with her even when our parents had insisted that it made sense. Our colleges were only a few miles away from each other. I knew sharing an apartment with her would muddle things up.

  It would be impossible to live with her and not fuck her. And what had just happened between us was what I had been hoping to avoid. Now it was too late. Thoughts of her naked in the tub had been overpowering, and when she’d asked for that towel, I lost all sense of control. I broke our promise. But I didn’t regret it. Fucking her had been worth every second of the time it lasted, and as she lay cuddled next to me, I had an urge to kiss her and take her again, except I had yet to resolve our present problem…where do we go from here? And to make it worse, we would be heading home for summer break soon. We had both landed internships at the same local real estate company for the duration of summer vacation. I had no clue how I was going to survive three long months of spending every day of the summer with her without having sex with her again.

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  2

  ***

  Hanging around Ryan for a week in his apartment was torture, but I managed to avoid him by spending as much time as possible in the campus library. My options were limited, as it was finals week. Getting distracted would not be a good thing. On the last day of school, a Friday, he met me in the main cafeteria, as we had arranged.

  “Hi, Liv.”

  I turned around to see the boyish, dimpled smile I had grown to love. A huge smile spread across his face when our eyes met.

  “Hey, you,” I said, getting up from my seat to give him a hug. I barely reached the top of his shoulders, and even though my hair was in a high ponytail and I was wearing three inch wedge sandals, I still felt pretty short.

  “You miss me already?” he joked. “I just saw you.”

  “Not really, but I can’t have all the girls looking at you thinking you’re available,” I answered without thinking. When I realized that I had implied we were together, I blushed a scarlet red. “I mean… you know…..”

  “I know what you mean,” he smiled and looked around the cafeteria. “I only see one person I’d have been interested in, but she doesn’t seem to be available.”

  “Who?” I followed his gaze to a girl sitting close to a man I assumed was her boyfriend from the way she was touching him. “Her?”

  “You know who I’m talking about,” he said and turned his sultry gaze back to me.

  “Whatever,” I said, my mouth curving into a smile.

  “Let’s go.”

  “By the way, you look really nice,” he said, looking me up and down as if he’d never seen me.

  “Thanks,” I said, looking at myself. I was wearing a short white skirt that barely touched my knees, and I had paired it with a low-cut, polka-dot, red and white shirt. It must have showed a little more than just a bit of my heavy cleavage; Ryan’s eyes were fixated on my bosom. I tugged at my shirt, covering my exposed skin.

  “Leave it alone,” he whispered to me. “I want to make all the guys in the room jealous.”

  The cafeteria was virtually empty. I hit him playfully. “Really?”

  “Really,” he said. I noticed his eyes were fixated on my boobs again.

  “Except the cafeteria is empty. Everyone’s gone home for the summer,” I countered.

  “Can’t believe the semester is over,” he said as his eyes slowly made their way from my chest to my face. He didn’t seem embarrassed that I had caught him eyeing my cleavage. I didn’t want him to stop looking.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I said.

  “Looking forward to going home?” he asked.

  “Can’t wait,” I said. “But first we have to go get my stuff from my old place.”

  “Sure,” he said.

  We climbed in his car and drove to my old apartment. Luckily, Tyler was not there, so we were able to get my stuff and quickly leave. Ryan was quiet on our drive back to his apartment.

  “Are you okay?” I asked from the passenger side of the car.

  “Yeah, why?” he asked, his focus never shifting from the road.

  “You’re quiet.”

  “Just thinking about the summer,” he said.

  We usually spent all summer at home with our parents, but this summer would be a little different. For the first time, we were both going to be working, and working together. We’d received internships to work at the same company for t
he duration of the summer and would be spending more intimate time with each other before and after work.

  “What about the summer?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what he was alluding to.

  “I was just wondering how we’ll cope, working together and all that. Driving together to work every day and returning in the same car will be constant temptation.”