by Jenika Snow
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he said, breaking the kiss.
Taking a deep breath, I stared into his eyes. I wasn’t really going to accept Duke’s invitation. The last thing I wanted was to date any of Derek’s friends. I wasn’t going to date any guy, not when I was having erotic dreams about my damn stepbrother. But I saw how pissed he was, and I wanted to piss him off.
“You kissed me.”
“You wanted me to, and I bet your pussy is damn wet.”
“Don’t be disgusting.”
“Can’t admit the truth?” he asked.
Gritting my teeth, I tried to pull my hands down, but he held me tight.
“We can’t do this.”
“Why not? You’re wet for me, and I’m hard for you.”
“I don’t want this. Technically, we’re family.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, beautiful. You and I both know we’re not related; we never will be. You want to fuck me, and I know I want you.”
Licking my dry lips, I tried to focus on all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, and I couldn’t think of a single thing.
I want him. I want his dick inside me, fucking me.
I want him to be my first.
“Derek?”
“Live a little dangerously, baby. We won’t get caught.”
Then he did something I never expected. Derek pressed his hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy.
“Even through your jeans, I feel how hot and wet you are for me.”
I didn’t stop him as he shoved his hand down my jeans, going past my panties. He touched my bare pussy and discovered how wet I actually was for him.
“Well, someone is a dirty girl. You want to fuck your stepbrother.”
I started to pull away from him, but he stopped me.
“It’s okay, Charlotte, I want to fuck my stepsister. I’ve been dreaming about your tight little pussy. You better tell me to stop; otherwise I’m taking you to my room, stripping you naked, and fucking you until you forget that asshole Duke.”
Biting my lip, I thought about every single reason why I should tell him no and tell him to stop. Our parents would be so angry if they ever found out.
This was wrong, dirty, and it shouldn’t happen.
However, when he held his hand out, I took it. When he made his way up toward his bedroom, I followed, and I didn’t put up a fight. There was no reason for me to fight. The moment the door closed, I couldn’t hide it anymore. I wanted to fuck my stepbrother more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.
Chapter Three
Derek
Maybe I should have felt bad that I’d gone so fast with Charlotte, but hell, she’d gotten on my nerves fighting me and saying she might have gone out with Duke. I hadn’t realized how jealous I was about her until the threat of another asshole loomed.
We went up into my room, and I shut the door. I took a step back from her and just looked her up and down. The jeans she wore were tight, her legs long, and the material molded to them like a fucking second skin. Hell, the denim framed her pussy, and my cock, which was already so fucking hard, seemed to punch forward even more. My balls ached, drawing up tight to my body with the need to release. I wanted her cherry so damn badly, wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of it that fucking spunk came out of her and made this hot as hell wet spot on the bed.
“Is this too fast, baby?” I asked in a low voice, honestly not caring if it was too fast because I was too far gone for her.
She licked her lips and shook her head.
Good, because right now, I wanted her so fucking much I could have nutted in my fucking pants.
I started undoing the buttons on my shirt.
“What if someone finds out? What if our parents find out?”
I shrugged the shirt off. “What if they do?”
“They’ll think we’re perverts, deviants.”
That almost made me laugh.
“We’re not,” I stated flatly.
“I know, but to others, to our parents, we’re family.”
I was shaking my head before she finished speaking. “We’re not family, not in any sense of the word. And you’re not my sister. You’re Charlotte, a girl that drives me fucking crazy with arousal when she steps out of the damn shower in that towel.” My cock jerked at the thought. “You want me; you’ve always wanted me.” I wanted her to admit it, to tell me the truth.
“I want you, but you can be an asshole most of the time.”
I grinned. “I do it to get under your skin.” And I did. It turned me on seeing her pissed at me, hearing her lash out at the things I’ve said or done. I walk toward her and she takes a step back. She can run, but what she doesn’t know, what she may never know, is that I won’t let her go. Young or not, I know what I want.
And what I want is Charlotte.
Charlotte
I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, or why this touch of fear was moving through me. A part of me hated Derek, hated everything he represents. He’s arrogant and gorgeous, knows he can get women to fall at his feet. I didn’t want to be just another girl that fell into his bed, but the truth is I care about him more than I probably should.
The door stops me from moving back any further. I’d fought him on the way home, tried to resolve myself that I didn’t want him. But I was weak, am weak when it comes to him. He takes a step closer, but I placed a hand on his chest. Things are moving fast, and I don’t think I’m thinking clearly. Or maybe I just wanted him so badly- lust consuming me until I was mindless- that I didn’t care I was about to give my virginity to the biggest asshole on the planet.
“You’re hesitating,” he said and smirked.
His chest was right in my face, his body so big, so masculine. He might only be eighteen, but Derek was built like a machine. He had all hard lines and definition, and just looking at him, smelling that wild scent that came from him, had my pussy so wet that I had to clench my thighs together.
“Because I know the type of guy you really are.” I licked my lips, hating myself that I’d followed him up here like a mindless sheep, not even thinking about all the girls he’s been with. Hell, he probably fucked one at the party when he disappeared for that half hour.
He cocked an eyebrow. “The type of guy I am?”
I nodded, my heart beating so fast, so hard, it was as if it would burst through my chest.
“And what type of guy is that?” He put a hand on the door by my head and leaned in, caging me in.
“The type of guy that uses women- screws them and discards them.” I didn’t sugarcoat my words, didn’t try and spare his feelings, if he even cared about what I said.
He didn’t speak for several seconds, and then that damn smirk was back. It looked forced.
“You want to know the truth, Charlotte?”
I swallowed, not sure what he was talking about. Maybe, I just didn’t want to hear it. “Yes,” I whispered in the darkness, staring up at him.
“The girls I’ve been with haven’t wanted me for anything more than what I gave them. They’ve used me as much as I’ve used them.”
God, could he hear my heart beating?
He leaned in close again. “And to be totally honest, I haven’t fucked anyone since I realized I wanted you this badly and it wouldn’t go away. My dick won’t even get hard for anyone else, baby.” He smirked again. “Take that as you will, but the rumors flying around about me aren’t always true.”
Then he leaned in and kissed me again. All thought left me at the taste of him, his body pressed against mine, and his rock hard cock digging into my belly.
Chapter Four
Derek
I wasn’t going to have her running from me about anything short of the truth. Yes, I’d fucked a great deal of the bitches from our school, but they had used me as much as I’d used them. It was a done deal between us all. I’d stopped fucking anyone since Charlotte, and I saw she wanted to believe me. There was a spark of doubt in he
r eyes, and I got it. I’d never been perfect, and before Charlotte, I’d have fucked five girls at that party, and still gone home with a different girl.
My dad hadn’t been that strict growing up, and he wasn’t now. He’d asked me to take Charlotte into consideration before bringing bitches home to screw. To be honest, he just didn’t want to have to deal with her mother bitching at him. It was different for girls compared to boys. My father had even agreed that Charlotte wasn’t allowed to bring boys home.
That was okay; there was a guy right here, right now, and he was already home, and she could do whatever the hell she wanted to do with him.
“You feel that, baby?” I asked, pushing my aching cock against her stomach.
She moaned and that turned me on even more.
“I want to fuck you so damn bad, and don’t worry. I know it’s your first time, and I’ll be careful.”
“What about our parents?” she asked, growling a little.
I smiled. “Who gives a fuck what they think? You and I both know we’re not related. I’ve never once thought of you as my sister. Do you see me as your brother?”
“No.”
“Then we’ve got nothing to lose. We’re not breaking any fucking laws here, baby. They didn’t think about us long enough to give a shit when they got married. Why should we give a shit now?”
When I’d found out that my father’s latest piece of ass came with a kid, and not only was he fucking this one, he wanted to marry her, I’d been pissed. The moment I discovered my new sister would be Charlotte, I’d been so damned angry. She was the one girl at school I’d wanted and refused to approach. Lame, I know but that’s the way it is.
She was the one girl I believed I couldn’t have, the good girl, and then she was in my house, using my shower, and looking so fucking good all the time. I’d never taken the time to get to know her. Charlotte was simply one girl in my year, and that was all I knew about her.
I moved away from her, and removed my shirt so that she could get a good fucking look at what she would be turning down if she decided not to fuck me. Throwing the shirt aside, I cup her cheek and run my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Are you going to turn me down, baby? Your pussy is so damn wet; I can promise you, you’ll love every single thing I do to you.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, licking those lips.
My cock was in fucking pain at being restrained in my jeans. I didn’t like it.
“I’m going to get you naked and lay you on the edge of my bed.” I leaned in and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth.
She gasped, arching up toward my touch.
“Then I’m going to lick your creamy cunt until you come all over my face.” I smiled as she pressed a little closer to me.
I take a step back and loop my finger within her belt loops. “Are you going to get naked for me, baby? Are you going to play with me?”
Charlotte
“Yes.”
Fuck, yes, I wanted to play. I wanted to get naked and have his mouth between my thighs. I’d never been with a guy before; Derek was the first guy who’d ever made me feel like this. I was so turned on that my pussy was slick and need consumed me.
He tugged me closer to him. “Take your clothes off.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stared into his normally cold eyes and was shocked by the heat inside them. He was enflamed, aroused, and all because of me. I should have been afraid and run from him, but I couldn’t move away. He had hypnotized me to the spot. I tugged my shirt off and wriggled out of my jeans at the same time he rid himself of his jeans, my mouth going dry at the sight of that. He was huge. I mean, really big. Painfully big.
How was he even going to fit inside me?
I wasn’t a small girl, but that thing wasn’t normal.
He wrapped his hand around it and started pumping up and down the shaft. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip, slickening up his dick.
“You’re not naked yet, Charlotte,” he said.
Glancing down, I saw I had yet to remove my bra and panties. Reaching behind me, I unhooked the catch of my bra, and it sprang off my large breasts. Yes, I’d been blessed or cursed, whichever way you looked at it, with large boobs.
I pressed the bra against my body as the reality of our situation invaded once again. He’d been with so many girls; I was going to pale in comparison.
Suddenly, his hands were in front of me, capturing my wrists, and peeling my arms away from my body.
“You don’t need to hide from me, baby.” He pressed a sweet, tender kiss to my lips and proceeded to remove my bra and panties. Derek wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in closer to him. I took a deep breath as he surrounded me.
He moved me toward the edge of the bed, and I half expected him to throw me to the bed and pounce, but he didn’t.
Derek captured my chin and forced me to look at him. “If at any time you want me to stop, just say so. I’m not into forcing women who don’t want to be with me, understand.”
“I understand.”
“I want to make you feel good, nothing else.”
“I know.” One of the nicest things he’d said to me in a long time, he was reassuring me that it was going to be fine between us. If he were an asshole, would he do that?
I was starting to realize that there was so much more to Derek than I’d thought.
Chapter Five
Derek
I felt something deep in my heart, tightening the organ, reaching down to my gut, and making me feel something so much more powerful than just fucking Charlotte. I wasn’t with her right now just because I wanted my cock in her juicy, cherry cunt. No, I cared about Charlotte more than I’d ever cared about any other girl. I might have had my fair share of pussy, but those girls meant nothing to me, and I know I hadn’t meant anything to them other than accelerating their status.
But Charlotte was different. She was sweet and kind, and when I looked at her, I wanted to make her feel good, wanted to make this special for her. Without a doubt, it would be fucking dirty. But it wouldn’t just be about fucking. I’d make her mine, own her, and have her whimpering for more. I’d be the only one that could reach that itch in her, the only one that could give her what she needed.
“Come here, baby,” I said in a low voice, not wanting to scare her with the depth of my need. I knew I sounded a little crazy, knew that I couldn’t hold back my dominance with her. She made the beast inside of me want out, made me want to show her that I could get her off like no one else could. She might be a virgin, but she was my virgin, and my cock would be the only one that would ever know what her body felt like.
She walked toward me, her eyes wide, her breasts slightly shaking from her breathing and with each step she took.
“Lay on the bed for me,” I said without question, not giving her the option to deny me, to get scared of where this was going.
She did as I told her. When I grabbed her knees and thrust her thigh apart, letting her untouched pussy come into view, I couldn’t stop my groan of pleasure. Even with the lights off, I could see how wet she was, her pussy cream coating her inner thighs, her little clit swollen at the top of her mound.
“So fucking hot,” I murmured to myself. Getting down on my knees between her legs, I knew I had to taste her, lick every fucking part of her until her flavor and scent was engrained in me.
Sliding my hands down her inner thighs, I framed her pussy, feeling the heat coming from her, and felt my cock jerk. The fucking thing was like a monster between my legs, needing to be buried deep inside her snatch. I couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t torment us.
I lowered my head and ran my tongue up her slit, starting at her pussy hole and licking all the way to her clit. I sucked the little bud in my mouth, ran my tongue around it, and loved that she squirmed. Her little moans seemed almost like pleas.
“God, Derek,” she whispered, her voice soft, but strained.
“I’ll have you screaming more than that,
baby,” I said against her soaked flesh. Fuck, she tasted so damn good, musky but sweet, and it made my dick and balls throb with the need for release.
I don’t know how long I sucked and licked at her cunt, but by the time I pulled away my lips felt numb and she was gasping for air. I could have eaten her out all damn day, and it still wouldn’t have been enough.
“You ready for me, Charlotte?” I asked her, maybe sounding a little ominous, but about to make her first time so fucking good.
“Yes,” she moaned in breathy response.
Rising above her, grabbing my cock, and aligning it at her entrance, I knew this would hurt her, but I’d have to make sure it felt good. I didn’t want her first time to be shitty, because I had no plans on making this the one and only occasion I fucked her. Now that I’d sampled her, knew her flavor, knew what she felt like in my arms, I wasn’t going to let her go.
As I placed my cock head at her entrance, the heat of her pussy was intense. Holding my breath and knowing I wouldn’t last long once buried balls deep in her, I couldn’t help but look up at her. She stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth parted, her lips looking so damn kissable. I leaned forward, placing my mouth on hers because I couldn’t help myself, and whispered things would be okay. I’d make sure they were.
“I want you, Derek.”
And that was the last thing that broke me, pulling that invisible string taught until I couldn’t even contain myself. I pushed the head of my cock inside of her, breaking through her hymen, and swallowing her cry. With my mouth still on hers, I licked and kissed her as I tunneled my big cock into her. She was so damn tight and hot, so fucking wet for me. Her pussy clenched down on my cock once I was all the way inside her, my balls resting against her ass.
“Derek,” she cried out, her hands on my shoulders, her nails deep in my skin. “I am so full.”
