Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance

by Lucas, Helen

  “I don’t know if I can be quiet.”

  “I’ll make you be quiet,” Damien grunted, giving my ear lobe a playful nip. I gasped.

  “Sounds good…” I whispered as I let him lead me from the dance floor, lead me out of the gymnasium and into the parking lot once more. People were staring at us, whispering about us, but I didn’t care. I didn’t give one damn. I was high on love, and lust, and youth, and life. This was for you, Mitch.

  And then we were outside, in the cool early autumn air. My hands were reaching for his crotch, reaching for his ass, but he batted them away.

  “Patience, hun, patience…” he growled as we tumbled into the car. I took his hand and guided it between my legs, gasping as his fingers deftly found the center of my pleasure, stroking my sopping wet lips. My inner thighs were absolutely covered with girl juices and I shuddered in delight as Damien rubbed them all over my slit while we pulled out of the parking lot.

  As we drove home, his fingers glided over me. I leaned back in my seat, arching my back, moaning his name as he rubbed my with his right hand, driving with his left.

  “Oh, god, Damien… Damien…” I squealed, my voice growing hoarse as I gasped, little jolts of electricity shooting out of my body and coursing through my flesh as my brother rubbed me off. And he hadn’t even touched my clit yet—had he deftly managed to avoid touching my throbbing little nub, focusing instead on my wet lips, getting them sloppy and moist, letting his fingers dip inside of me for a second before retracting and resuming their journey across my nether regions.

  “Just don’t make any sudden movements or grab the wheel or something…” he laughed as I moaned into the darkness. I was sure I was making a huge mess on the seat of the car but I didn’t care one bit right then and there. I wanted Damien to make me cum, and I knew he would. I could feel my orgasm approaching, coming faster and faster as we neared the house.

  “Please, Damien, please, let me cum, please…” I moaned. “Don’t tease me, baby. Bro, don’t tease me. I need to cum… Touch me…”

  “Touch you where?” he growled. He was bad. He was a bad boy, the dangerous kind of boy you were always warned about, and I loved it. He was going to make me say it.

  “My… My clit… Make me cum…”

  Finally, I felt his fingers glide over my slick, throbbing clit, and I shuddered, shockwaves of pleasure rocketing outward from there, filling my entire body with delight, with pleasure. I was shaking, constantly on the verge of orgasm without ever being pushed over as Damien rubbed my throbbing nub of pleasure, as his fingers slid inside of me, as he plumbed my depths.

  “Oh, god, Damien, fuck!” I shrieked as we pulled into the driveway of the Logan estate. My hips rose off the seat of the car and I leaned back, feeling my pussy spasm, feeling my entire body fling itself off the precipice of pleasure and succumb to the abyss and I shuddered, grabbing Damien’s hand hard and holding it there as my body spasmed around him, as my flesh all but sucked his hand inside of me.

  “We’re here,” he said with a grin as I, gasping, came down from the heights of my pleasure.

  “I guess we are…” I murmured lazily, barely able to see straight.

  DAMIEN

  We found a note on the dining room table inside:

  “Harry and I are having a dinner out. Don’t stay up too late! Love, Maria.”

  “I guess they went out for dinner…” I said, somewhat surprised, stating the obvious.

  “I guess that means we have the house to ourselves,” Sarah was saying, already forcing her dress over the top of her head.

  “Wow, slow down…” I murmured as I was treated to the sight of her almost naked body: she still had a bra on, but pretty soon, that came off too.

  “Why do you want me to slow down?” she asked huskily, balling her clothes up.

  “I honestly couldn’t tell you,” I said with a grin. “What do you say we take a shower?”

  She bit her lip.

  “I’ll race you upstairs.”

  And she was off, her ass and boobs bouncing. I laughed, walking after her, more slowly. I was hard as steel and I knew what I wanted from my sister tonight… And I knew she would like what I gave her.

  I found Sarah in the bathroom, the shower already running, and running hot. She beamed back at me and immediately pounced on me, kissing me hard, digging her fingers under my shirt, pulling them up.

  “Baby… God, baby…” she groaned, rubbing herself against me. “Please… Please…”

  I slammed her up against the wall and she gasped as I pressed myself against her, letting her feel my bulge, letting her mold her body against mine as I forced my lips onto hers and then onto her neck. Her lips intoxicated me, drew me in and made me drunk on her love.

  “Please…” she groaned into my kiss, though I don’t know exactly what it was she wanted. “Please… Fuck…”

  Her hands flew to my shirt, unbuttoning it fast, then undoing my tie, tossing everything on the ground as she fell to her knees and began to undo my pants.

  “Fuck, I can’t get enough of this…” she growled as she tore off my belt and unzipped me, my cock springing out. I grasped her hard by the back of the head and guided my length to her mouth. She engulfed me without another word, taking me deep into her mouth, nothing else needed. She gagged a tiny bit, but then she was off, sucking me hard, sucking me fast.

  God, but I just loved the sight of my gorgeous little sister sucking my cock, her pretty pink lips wrapped around me. I sounded like a pervert to think about it but there was nothing that got me harder than her—even Jenna hadn’t done this to me.

  No. Now was not the time to think about that.

  “That’s it, baby…” I groaned, my cock twitching in her mouth. “You know how to work your brother’s cock…”

  “Stepbrother,” she whispered with a twinkle in her eye. I rolled my eyes as she slid her tongue down my shaft, down to my balls and then up again, clearly savoring it, clearly enjoying sucking my cock almost as much as I was enjoying having my cock sucked.

  “Whatever,” I whispered back, gripping her by the hair and sliding my cock back into her mouth, back down her throat. God, but I loved it…

  Faster and faster, I thrust my cock into my stepsister’s mouth, her hungry lips colliding with my flesh as she bobbed her head.

  “Fuck!” I groaned, leaning my head back and thrusting my hips forward as I felt my cock grow thicker in her lips, as I felt her teeth scrape my shaft, and as my seed began to flow, spraying into her mouth like a geyser. She had done an incredible job of getting me to this point and now, holding onto my cock with both hands, she milked me, sucking my seed down hungrily like a starving beggar.

  Finally, she let my flaccid cock flop out of her mouth, a little string of cum dribbling from her lips.

  “I think our shower is ready,” she said with a wink.

  She gargled some water and then, we both entered the steamy wet chamber, both involuntarily sighing as the hot water hit our skin.

  I loved the way her slick flesh felt as the water rained down on her, the way her hard nipples felt under my fingers, under the hot water.

  Sarah leaned her head back, letting her hair get soaked, letting the water slide down her body as I squeezed her ass tight, running my fingers up over her lower back.

  “I want to make you mine tonight…” I whispered in her ear, pulling her close. She bit her lip.

  “Fine. What are you going to do to me?”

  I massaged her ass cheeks, spread them open, and ran a finger over her back hole. She gasped, realizing what I had in mind.

  “But won’t it hurt?”

  “Not if I go slow,” I growled, already teasing the puckered star of flesh just about her sex. She gasped, pressing back onto my finger.

  “Oh… Okay. Oh, god, that feels amazing,” she whimpered as the hot water flushed over her flesh.

  “Bend over,” I ordered, guiding her with my hands. I spread her open as she stabilized herself against th
e shower wall, letting the hot water run over her butt, run over her holes. I leaned in, licking my way up her inner thighs, up her pussy, slurping at her wet lips as my mouth guided my lips and tongue higher and higher, finding my goal—that puckered star of flesh. I ran my tongue over her, slurping and spitting, getting her nice and slick.

  “Oh, god, Damien, this is so dirty…” Sarah moaned, gripping one of her breasts with one hand while the other just tried to keep herself standing up straight.

  “That’s the idea,” I growled hungrily, feeling like a beast about to pounce on his prey. I worked a few fingers inside of her and she whimpered, but my fingers went in easy. I decided she was ready.

  “Just take a deep breath and try to relax,” I whispered huskily as I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I slid my cock between her cheeks and began to press my way inside of her.

  SARAH

  I gasped as my brother’s cock began to invade a part of me that I never had imagined might ever been… penetrated… in such a way. I was as much surprised by the sensation of it as I was by the fact that it didn’t hurt—in fact, it just felt like a pleasant stretch, a pleasant ache deep in my guts as he opened me up, bearing down on me.

  “Oh, god, Damien…” I whimpered, hovering somewhere between pleasure and pain. It was an exquisite feeling, one that made my toes curl, made me want to cum all over again. As if knowing what I needed, Damien’s deft fingers found my clit once more, working my throbbing nub hard.

  “I’m all the way inside of you,” Damien whispered in my ear, nibbling at my neck. I arched my back and felt him—felt how full I was, how my big brother’s cock was embedded in my ass—I felt so naughty, just thinking those words, but I didn’t care one bit. I could be a bad girl for Damien. I could be naughty. I wanted to be his bad girl and I didn’t care if anyone knew, if anyone found out.

  I loved the way I was stretched around him. Damien let my body relax, let me get used to it, just flicking my clit back and forth as my both adapted to the huge intrusion. Then, he slowly began to slide himself out—just an inch, before pressing back inside.

  “Oh, god…” I whimpered, arching my back. My body was no longer my own—I reacted without thinking, without knowing what I was doing. Damien was my master now and that was all I knew.

  He slid back a few more inches and then pressed in, seemingly deeper, somehow touching something deep inside of me that made me shudder violently in pleasure and pain. He slid back a few more inches and then out of my ass all together. He spat into it and I was grateful for that when I felt how easily he slid back into me, pressing himself deep into my body, sliding like it was nothing at all.

  “Oh, god, god, god…” I gasped as Damien began to work his cock in and out of me steadily, sliding out and then in, pumping me, fucking me. I was getting fucked in the ass by my brother and I loved it. And even more than that, I loved the steady attention that my pussy was getting, the way he flicked my clit ever so lightly and the way every time my pussy contract in pleasure, my ass tightened around his cock.

  “Harder,” I moaned. “Please, god, fuck my ass, Damien! Fuck me, big brother…”

  I gripped one of my breasts as hard as I could, digging my nails into my flesh—the pain was electric, and I was sure I had drawn blood—but I didn’t care. I shuddered, my ass tightening around him, gripping his cock harder and harder as he started to pound my, driving his hips into mine.

  “Fuck, Sarah, you’re so goddamned tight…” Damien hissed, sliding all the way out of me and bending down to lick me. I gasped, feeling his tongue on my sensitive, swollen flesh, getting it slick and lubricated once more.

  “Of course, I am,” I squealed, my squeal turning into a moan as he entered me once more. “You’re in my ass…”

  “Goddamn…” Damien grunted, his hips impossibly pounding me harder and harder. “I don’t know how much longer I can last…”

  “God, yes,” I moaned. “Cum in me. Cum in my ass.”

  That’s what I wanted—to feel Damien’s seed in my tight ass, to feel him cumming as I came.

  And I was on the verge of cumming too. It was when I began to flick my nipples, combined with the dance of Damien’s fingers on my clit, that I felt my body explode, my ass tighten impossibly around the huge mass of flesh invading my guts as I screamed, arching my back and almost losing my balance as I dug my fingers into my breast once more, shots of electric pleasure riding my nerves up and down my spine.

  “Oh, fuck…” Damien groaned, and I felt him grab my hard by the hair, pull my head back as he unleashed his load into me. I groaned once more, my ass tightening around him, practically milking his cock much as my lips had done earlier, squeezing every last drop of his seed out of his spasming organ.

  And then it was over. I had survived my first time in the ass. Damien pulled out of me and I felt his cum sliding down my thighs.

  “Oh, god…” I said, exhausted. “I’m a mess.”

  I was glad, now, that we were in the shower. We washed ourselves up and stumbled into my bedroom,

  We fell into the bed in a tangle. After the rough encounter in the shower, we were both satisfied with slower, more passionate lovemaking. Damien looked me in the eye as he slid himself inside of me, my body still aching from our early love-making as he worked himself deep into my flesh and then, finally, released himself, filling me up with his hot seed. I arched my body once more, my muscles tightening around him, not wanting to let him go. I wanted him inside of me and I was sad, somehow, when he slid himself out of me…

  “God, that was incredible…” I whimpered, my heart pounding fast still as I lay next to him, my entire body aching and aching so pleasantly, because it was the ache of love.

  “Not bad,” Damien murmured, his voice still flush with desire.

  “Not bad?” I grunted, elbowing him in the side. It was a distinctly non-sexy move—but who the hell was he to say it was just “not bad”? I could see from the gentle smile on his lips that he was kidding, though.

  “I’m exhausted,” he declared and, still naked, rose and started off to his own room.

  “Damien…” I whispered, before my voice came into its own, with confidence. “Why don’t you sleep in here tonight? I’m sure no one will notice.”

  “I don’t know if that’s safe…” Damien said, hesitating.

  “Oh, come on. I want you here, with me. No one will find out. Do you think my dad comes around and tucks us in, like in some fairy tale? Do you think he’s in here every night telling us a bed time story?”

  “No, I can’t say I do think that,” Damien said with a laugh. “Fine, kiddo. You’ve got it. We’ll spoon all night long.”

  “Yes!” I declared, punching the air in delight as Damien flicked off my light switch and joined me in bed. His warm arms wrapped me up in his tight, powerful embrace, and it was there that we drifted off to sleep.

  DAMIEN

  I woke up to Harry’s voice the next morning, which was just about the last fucking thing I wanted to hear.

  “Sarah, Maria and I saw one of your teachers while we were out last night—he said you haven’t been in school for the last two weeks? What the hell is going on?”

  My eyes flashed open. I was still naked. Sarah was still naked. She was wrapped around me, her head leaning on my chest, still snoozing softly. Fuck.

  I didn’t have any clothes in here. Somehow, Harry hadn’t noticed the clothes scattered in the living room. But he was bound to notice this.

  I heard Harry stomp down the hall way. His steps stopped in front of Sarah’s door.

  “Sarah…” he began again, and the door opened.

  Part of me wanted to hide. Part of me wanted to run. Part of me wanted to jump out of the window.

  But that wasn’t who I am. Those parts of me—the parts that wanted to run and hide, those parts just didn’t amount to a whole hell of a love.

  Harry’s red, bloated face turned even redder and more bloated as he saw us, eyes widened, practic
ally bulging out of his head.

  “What… What…” he stuttered. I made a face, somewhere between a frown and a smile, as if to say: “Well, looks like this is it.”

  Sarah’s eyes finally fluttered open. Like her father’s, her eyes too widened as she realized what exactly was going on.

  “D-d-dad!” she squealed, turning to see that I was still there, still in bed with her.

  “What the hell is going on here?” Harry demanded, storming in, tearing the quilt off of us. It was a chilly morning and I would have appreciated if he had kept it on. Sarah tried to cover herself but Harry grabbed her arm, shaking her hard.