Romance: Stepbrother On Top

by A. Valentine

  “I’m sure,” I replied, but my mind was twirling with other thoughts.

  “So when are you going to propose to her?” I asked as we took his luggage out of the trunk of the cab and moved upstairs.

  “I’m thinking about tomorrow. I already got her a ring. I’m taking her out to dinner so that is when I pop the question,” he said eagerly.

  I sighed and then smiled back at him. “I hope it goes really well and she says, yes!”

  “Oh, she will. I’m positive about it,” he replied.

  I fixed us some dinner and we watched television all the while chatting about the big day tomorrow.

  “I’d better catch some sleep,” I said and got up to go to bed.

  “I cannot even sleep. I’m really nervous. Good night, darling,” he said and I kissed him on his forehead.

  “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” I walked out of the room into my own, closing the door behind me.

  Jake was soon enough going to be my step-brother. I had not seen the guy in months but could not stop obsessing about him, and this time, he would end up being my brother. I really did not know how to take the news.

  The next day I woke up to a loud bang in the kitchen.

  “I’m sorry. I was trying to make you breakfast but failed miserably!” Dad called out from afar.

  “It is okay! I’ll clean it up later,” I replied and tossed over to the other side. Dad walked into the room and sat by my side. “Do you want to hear the way I’m going to propose her?” He sounded eager and telling him that I would rather not seemed really rude so I smiled and agreed.

  Dad had prepared a whole speech telling Samantha how wonderful she is and how she changed his life, at the end he would ask her to marry him. It was awfully cute and a side of me hoped that she would say yes while the other was just numb to whatever was happening.

  Around five o’clock that evening, Daddy went out to Samantha’s place to pick her up and head out for dinner. I went to the bar and drank a bit with my old friends. I needed to blow off some steam and had this urge to tell someone about crushing over my soon-to-be step-brother.

  “It is perfectly okay. Incest counts as long as it is a blood relationship. He isn’t really your brother,” I heard Armani say to me. He was the type of friend who would always tell you exactly what you wanted to hear.

  “Yeah, who cares? If he is hot then better go for it before he goes out of stock,” said Leena. People around me really did not care and I guess the point was valid enough. He was my step-brother and we shared no blood so it was okay. I remember singing karaoke in the bar and then hailing a cab to take me home. I was drunk and upon reaching the door, I saw Dad sitting on the sofa.

  “I was worried sick about you. You could have answered your phone,” he said.

  “I’m sorry, the battery was really low. So how did it go? Tell me all about it?” I said.

  “She said yes! We’re getting married by the end of this month. A little ceremony with close family and friends,” he replied and I responded with a happy shriek.

  “I am so happy for you. Congratulations.” And then I dialed Samantha’s number without realizing that it had been so late in the night. I wanted to congratulate her as well, but she did not answer and I figured that she was asleep by now.

  Daddy and I ended up drinking more in celebration. I went to bed when the sun came up and the next day was spent dealing with a bad hangover.

  Samantha called Daddy and I to dinner to which we both agreed. It was the same scenario and as I knocked on the door, Jake opened and greeted us.

  “Hello!” he said and shook my dad’s hand.

  “Hello, young man,” Daddy replied.

  “Hey!” I said and all of us made our way to the living room.

  The sight of him had ignited the same lust in me and I wanted to claw into him right then and there. The dinner was followed by a light chat and discussion of the wedding plans. It was decided that the ceremony would be small and I would get to be one of the bridesmaids.

  Samantha and I chatted over clothes and planned the event. The wedding was in a chapel, but the reception would be in central park. I kept glancing at Jake every now and then who smiled at me. After a little while, I went out to the back porch in order to get some air. Planning weddings was hard and I just wanted to clear my head for a while.

  “What are you doing here, lonely ducky?” I heard Jake step out from the inside and stand right beside me.

  “Just getting a whiff of air,” I replied.

  “I can see that.” And he turned towards me, “You’ve got really beautiful lips,” he said as he touched them with his hand, and there was no distance between us. I tilted my head to one side.

  “Tell me about it,” I replied and smiled. He was as into me as I was into him.

  “And really delicate skin. It would be a shame if someone were to bruise it,” he said in a very sensual tone.

  “I would love to be marked,” I replied, looking back at him directly.

  He grabbed my hand and cornered me.

  “Our parents are in there, Jake,” I said smiling shyly at him.

  “I know and I don’t care,” he said as he bent down and put his lips against mine. His hands were on my back, pressing me towards himself, while the other one lingered over my body. I could taste him in my mouth and had my hands wrapped around his neck.

  “Karen!” I heard my dad call out from inside and we broke apart. I was soaking wet and could feel how hard Jake was.

  “Yes, Dad! I’ll be there in a minute,” I replied and then took a deep breath.

  “You’re mine,” Jake said as I walked back into the room.

  After a while, it was time for us to leave. We gathered our things and made our way out. I planned the wedding shopping days with Samantha and everything seemed exciting. I still could not get over what had happened on the porch between me and Jake.

  I did not want to get the taste of his lips out of mine or forget the feeling he gave me.

  I just wanted him to last with me, forever. We went home and I crashed into bed without a single thought except for Jake on my mind.

  I craved him like a cigarette on a cold December night.

  Chapter 4

  During the next couple of weeks Samantha and I went wedding shopping. Daddy had moved most of his stuff into my apartment so that there would be less traveling. He planned to take her on a grand honeymoon.

  The wedding was drawing near and so were the interactions with Jake. It was playful flirtation, mostly. Samantha and Dad decided to go to Hawaii on their honeymoon. They planned on leaving the next day after the reception.

  The wedding came and I was a bridesmaid. Jake was one of the groomsmen. Samantha looked pretty in her purple and white gown which was studded all the way to the bottom. Dad wore a nice tux and everyone we knew flew over to attend the wedding ceremony.

  The wedding went as planned and then there was the reception to attend when I realized that Jake had been sitting right next to me all along. We were sitting at a big table and I was rather tipsy when I felt his hand on my thigh.

  My dress was up to my knee and his hand was caressing my bare skin. It slid under my dress and I froze. I was not going to make a funny face otherwise people would know, so I just sat there as his hand rubbed the outside of my pussy and got me wet.

  God, I couldn’t take it any longer and got up making way to pay a tribute to my father and Samantha. Jake smiled at me because he knew exactly why I had gotten up.

  You should’ve stayed a little longer, he texted me and I smiled in his direction.

  The night passed away gloriously and the new couple made way to the hotel where they had made luxurious arrangements for the night to come.

  I found myself with a couple of other relatives and friends at Samantha’s place. It was after midnight and everyone was leaving now. I kissed the last of my aunts on the cheek and stood on the doorstep wishing her goodbye.

  I closed the door and the
n felt someone grab me from behind.

  “All mine.” Jake smiled at me and then leaned me against the wall staring directly into my eyes. He kissed me. His hands made their way inside of my dress as he caressed one of my breasts and then his lips traced my neck. I held onto his body, digging my nails in. He picked me up and took me to one of the bedrooms upstairs.

  He took off my dress and I took off his shirt. It was the moment I had been thinking of all along. He was mine and I could have him any way I wanted. He kissed me on the lips and then traced down my skin with the tip of his tongue while one of his hands got rid of my panties and started rubbing the hood of my pussy. I was drenching wet and could feel his hardness against my bare skin. He slid in a finger and I let out a moan. I could feel it moving inside of me as one of my hands undid his pants and started rubbing his dick.

  His began to lick my nipple as one of his hands cupped my. I kept sighing and moaning, wanting him to be inside me as badly as he did. I started rubbing the tip of his penis which was wet and then parted my legs as wide as I could, placing it inside of me.

  He was huge and I let out a big moan as he pressed his lips against mine. He started to thrust inside of me slowly at first as my legs clenched onto his back, and my nails dug deep into his neck. His thrusting became stronger and harder, the air was filled with our moans and everything blacked out. He kept rubbing the hood of my pussy all along until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to prolong the feeling but I couldn’t wait anymore. I yelled out a huge moan as I climaxed on the bed.

  I don’t recall much after that except a feeling of absolute bliss and passing out.

  * * * *

  In the morning, I woke up covered in sheets and saw Jake sleeping right next to me. Last night began to circle inside my head and I recalled whatever had happened between us.

  I looked over at my phone and saw two missed calls from my father. I went to the bathroom and redialed his number.

  “Hello, Dad! I’m sorry, I just woke up,” I said in a fast manner.

  “Hi, Pumpkin. I tried calling you because Samantha and I wanted to see you and Jake but neither of you answered your cell phones. We’re leaving for our honeymoon so we’ll see you guys in two weeks, okay?” Dad replied.

  “Sure! I hope you and her have the time of your life.” I saw myself in the mirror at the same time and noticed hickey marks on my neck and shoulder.

  “Bye, honey. We’re at the boarding gate so I’ll call you when we land,” Dad said in a hurry.

  “Goodbye,” I said and then cut the call. I went into the shower and took a long hot shower because every muscle in my body ached, plus I needed to get rid of the awful hangover which was taking a toll on me.

  I stepped out of the shower and covered myself up in towels. I entered the room and saw Jake awake, smoking a cigarette.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

  I took my towels off and stood in front of him.

  “So you like what you see?” I said, laughing.

  “I love what I see,” he said and I made my way to him. I was still naked and my hair was wet as he grabbed me and kissed me firmly. He bit my lower lip as his other hand held me tightly by my waist. I sat on top of him with my legs now wrapped around his back. He started nibbling my neck and I tilted my head to the side. I grabbed his head and began moving my body on top of his. I was grinding against him as he kissed me on my lips and then on my neck moving down to my neckline.

  I got off of him and laid him on the bed, slowly kissing his entire body. I started from the nape of his neck to his earlobes and then from his chest to his abdomen. He grabbed my hair and I bit him on the side of his neck to which he cried, “naughty kitty!”

  I had his penis in my hand when I started gently moving my hand against the shaft and then slowly flickered my tongue around the top of it, caressing it. I kept moving my hand on his dick as my tongue licked it and teased him. His grip on my hair was tightening and then all of a sudden he pulled me towards himself. He was hard and ready to be unloaded. I was propped up on my knees as he entered my from behind and I clawed onto the headboard of the bed. He grabbed my hair and the slowly moved inside of me. He started moving inside of me with more force and my heartbeat raced. My breathing became heavy and the only thing I endured during that moment was pure ecstatic pleasure.

  He grabbed me more tightly by the waist and I could feel his fingers digging into my skin as he thirsted inside of me with all force at the same time bending down and nibbling my neck. I let out a moan and then collapsed on the bed while he climaxed inside of me, I could feel the hot and wetness inside of me.

  We lay there on the bed for a long while the sunlight made its way into the room peeking through the curtains. It was about five o’clock in the evening and my phone rang again. It was Dad:

  We’ve reached safely, read his text.

  I looked over at Jake and smiled.

  “Do you want to go grab something to eat? I’m famished,” I said.

  “Sure. Let me take a quick shower and we can go,” he said and got out of bed.

  I lay there for a while thinking about what had happened between us. I was drunk last night, but this time we were both sober and it was clear that the craving on both ends was mutual. He wanted me as badly as I needed him.

  I realized that I had no clothes except for the wedding bridesmaid dress. Jake got out of the shower and saw me in some clothes I pulled out from Samantha’s closet, a pair of jeans that did not fit me properly and a tee shirt.

  “You look good,” he said, stepping out of the shower.

  “Yeah, these are Samantha’s clothes. I need to go home and change into my own,” I replied.

  “Well, we could stop on our way there,” he said and I saw him put on a pair of jeans and a shirt.

  I could see the marks of my hickey on his neck, and the scratches my nails had left on his bare back.

  “You’re quite the cat, you know?” he commented.

  “Meow!” I made a cat noise and laughed to which he laughed back as well.

  We went out to grab something to eat. It felt wonderful being with him and in a manner, the idea of him with me felt really fulfilling.

  “So, our parents are on a little honeymoon,” he said while sipping on his coffee.

  “I suppose. Old people and their ideas of happiness is very troublesome yet, awfully cute,” I replied.

  “What is your idea of happiness?” he asked.

  “Currently, being with you and that is all,” I replied.

  “I can see the writer in you,” he smirked.

  “I don’t take plunges when the depth is not known,” I said, being poetic.

  “But it would be fun to not know sometimes,” he replied and I knew what he meant; our relationship had no name to it and neither one of us would want to give it a name in the first place.

  “I had liked you the first time I laid my eyes upon you,” he said.

  “What a coincidence. You made my heart skip a beat as well,” I said, nearing up next to him and making direct eye contact.

  I loved how he would just gaze right back at me without a care in the world. I could see the fire dancing in his eyes.

  “I’m glad it was mutual then,” he said it out loud, laughing.

  I realized that I was not aware of where we were heading, but that seemed too far away in the future when all I wanted to be was in the present with him. We grabbed our belongings from the café and headed out to spend a night in the city.

  A Weekend with My Sister’s Husband

  By: Naughty Nicole

  A Weekend with My Sister’s Husband

  © Naughty Nicole 2016 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Chapter One

  “My sister has agreed to come and help with the kids while I’m away at the conference next week.” Maggie continued to dry the dishes in the rack while Paul sat at the kitchen table paying bills.

  “Please prepare the den for her. And make sure the guest bathroom is clean tomorrow,” Paul instructed Maggie.

  While she would have done this on her own, as her Dom, Paul took it upon himself to make sure he specified things he really wanted done around the house. They had been together for six years and Maggie understood his needs, but having things spelled out created reassurance for both of them.

  “Of course Sir.” Maggie said.

  At this point, adding the “Sir” was so pro forma that she didn’t think about it unless they were in public. In more vanilla venues, she limited her use of his title to keep from tipping off people to their dynamic.

  “I also plan to do a Trader Joe’s run so there will be plenty of food in the house.”

  “Good girl.” Paul gave her a half smile while he continued to pay bills on the computer.

  * * * * *

  Maggie put her son Denver to bed, then read Jasmine a bedtime story and tucked her in. Once the kid’s deep breathing let her know they were asleep, she went into the master bedroom and began to prepare herself per her protocol. She undressed and put her clothes in the laundry basket. She rubbed shea butter into her skin and lightly perfumed it with the Opium eau de toilette that Paul had given her for their collaring anniversary this year. She pinned her long curly locks on the top of her head and removed her make-up.