Burning Desire

by Ami Snow

  He shuddered when she wrapped her hand around his length again and began to push up and down in a quick motion.

  “Yes Casey,” he whispered quietly while trying to keep from moaning as well. These walls were only so thick.

  Casey kissed his chest gently while examining his abs as he continued to push up against her hand. She would never get over the sight of seeing him naked and watching his muscles contract in every way. Kissing his stomach gently she bent down even lower and waited for him to say something as he just laid completely still.

  “Do it,” he spoke softly as she bent down and licked the tip that was oozing slightly. Casey would have never considered doing this in her whole life but now that she was with him, it seemed right.

  She began to suck vigorously as he thrusted up into her perfect mouth. Casey couldn’t help but moan gently with his cock inside her mouth to just feel more of his pleasure.

  He gripped her head gently while thrusting harder into her mouth. He didn’t want to push too much harder but Casey was making it impossible for him to not finish now.

  “Casey, if you don’t stop,” he warned her gently as she continued to suck gently and tugged at his sac causing him to groan.

  She pulled back for a moment, “in my mouth so then you can fuck me senseless afterwards.”

  Paul grinned as he slid it back inside her mouth and waited a couple of more strokes before shooting everything he had within her small mouth. Watching Casey swallow it quickly and smile before wiping the remaining liquid from her lips Paul felt his cock continue to stay hard. That had to be the hottest thing any girl had ever don before.

  “Get on the bed,” he growled gently as she agreed and shook her ass tauntingly as he slid down her shorts and underwear within minutes.

  “Don’t do that,” Paul groaned as Casey let out a small giggle before inhaling sharply when Paul slid his tongue up between her swollen lips.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed as he continued to eat her from behind for a few moments.

  “Tasty,” Paul joked before sliding his tongue back into her tight depths. He couldn’t wait until he could slide his cock back into her, but for now he needed to get her ready for how rough he was going to be.

  “Thanks,” she breathed heavily while stiffening when she felt his brush against her clit.

  “Paul, I can’t handle… anymore,” she whimpered.

  He kissed her back for a moment before climbing on the bed and getting on his knees while spreading her ass further apart.

  “After I fuck you roughly, I’m going to fuck that little tight ass of yours,” he teased her while sliding in his cock.

  Casey gasped while trying to adjust to his cock once more. It had felt even better this time around than what she could vaguely remember last night. Granted the drunken sex had been mind-blowing now that she was recalling bits and pieces, but this was more passionate.

  “Harder,” she whispered while pushing into his as she felt his skin slapping against hers erotically. She didn’t think she would be able to hold out very long and Paul knew it too.

  “Don’t stop,” he murmured as he leaned forward and tugged her nipples roughly to make her shiver and spasm once more.

  Within seconds both of the siblings fell onto the bed with their hearts hammering and sweat trickling down their bodies. Neither said a word or moved as they basked in the sensation that had taken over both of their bodies.

  Chapter 7

  Sometime later both of them had showered and changed before heading downstairs to watch T.V and act like nothing had ever happened. Occasionally they shared a secret smile with the other but once again the parents never noticed anything different. They were both so busy with their own personal lives that it didn’t occur to them about the level of intimacy that was going on between the kids.

  Which, Casey thought to herself, made it all the more brilliant that their parents would never suspect anything. The teasing and bantering was something normal siblings typically did anyways. Theirs just had a deeper meaning that no one knew about.

  “Are you excited to go back to school once the break is over with?” Henry asked Casey genuinely.

  “Kind of. I really enjoy my friends that are up there and all, but it’s nice being home and not having to worry about classes and all for a couple of weeks,” Casey admitted while hiding one of the bigger reasons for not wanting to leave. They had about two weeks left before everything would go back to normal and she wasn’t sure how she would deal without being near Paul for so long.

  Paul seemed to sense her urgency and reminded himself to check in on her later tonight when everyone went to bed. They would find a way to make this work, no matter what.

  Angela and Casey finished cleaning up the room before returning to bed that evening. She put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder and smiled. “I’m so proud of you honey.”

  “What for mom?” Casey asked, slightly baffled.

  “Your accomplishments in school and being able to move on with the marriage… I’m glad you came around with Paul and Henry. They really appreciate it I know.”

  You have no idea, she thought and just hugged her mom tightly, “me too mom. I’m glad they are both apart of this family now.”

  “Your father would be so proud,” she pushed the hair away from her daughter’s eyes and felt a tear slip onto her cheek. It wasn’t that often when her husband was brought up now a days and Casey felt even happier when she heard her mother mention her dad.

  “I know,” she hugged her again before letting go and retreating to her bedroom, waiting for Paul to join her at some point.

  Casey stretched herself out on her bed, feeling her muscles stretch from all of the exercise she had endured recently. Giggling at herself for being so sore, she continued to stretch herself and just exhaled, this was relaxing within itself.

  Her cheeks became bright pink as she imagined Paul down between her legs again licking and kissing her thighs or something else. He had been so gentle in the beginning before going faster and being slightly rough. She didn’t mind it in the least since it was a darker fantasy of hers and turned her on tremendously. Closing her eyes, she felt herself begin to drift off before ever really noticing.

  Paul finished emailing one of his professors regarding something about his final grade before slipping into the hallway. The top floor was now dark and all he could hear was the sound of breathing and the air conditioning from across the hall. Casey had most likely fallen asleep by now and he didn’t want to wake her up, but he needed to make sure she would be okay when they had to part ways for a while.

  Sliding into her room, he closed the door softly and listened to the lull of her breathing before walking over to her bed. He sat down quietly and placed a hand on her leg. Casey didn’t stir as he just sat there a little longer and watched her sleep peacefully. Her hair was covering part of her face with her mouth slightly parted. She seemed to be dreaming as her face drew into a slight smile, whether it was happy or comical he wasn’t sure but pressed his lips to her forehead to wake her up.

  “Hmm?” Casey murmured as Paul repeated the action.

  “Case,” he whispered gently, “I need to ask you something.”

  “Can it wait?” she spoke with sleep lacing her voice while trying to find the energy to wake up.

  “Just real quick,” he pleaded with her while rubbing her back gently.

  “Fine,” she huffed and rubbed her eyes as she sat up and felt his arms envelope her.

  “I just wanted to make sure you would be okay when we had to return to college… I know it’ll be hard at first, but we’ll find a way to make sure we see the other at least a few times a month.”

  “I know we’ll make it work Paul,” she smiled in the dark, “because I know we both care about each other deeply and if it weren’t the case we wouldn’t be trying so hard.”

  Paul chuckled gently while pressing his lips to his sister’s hair. “You’re so amazing.”

  “Hmm,” s
he hummed while laying against his chest as she listened to their breaths.

  “I love you,” he whispered quietly as he watched his sister drift back off to sleep. It didn’t hurt him that she hadn’t replied or maybe hadn’t even heard it. There was always tomorrow to tell her the secret again that had become such a big part of their lives within a short amount of time.

  THE END

  Tough Handsome Badass

  STEPBROTHER ROMANCE

  By: Amanda Bolton

  Tough Handsome Badass

  Life did not go according to plan. Luckily, Lucas had learned that lesson during first year at university. Had it not been for that, he would have been losing his mind while crossing the threshold of his old home.

  “I’m here!”

  “Lucas! I’ll be right down,” his dad yelled in response from upstairs.

  Lucas looked over to his car, full of boxes and bags. He sighed. He never thought he would be moving back home after graduating college. In a form of naivety, he had expected to find a job right off the bat and move into an apartment within a ten-mile radius. Again, life didn’t go according to plan. Though he wasn’t ecstatic, there wasn’t a strong feeling of disappointment either. After all, this was only temporary until he finally did land that first job.

  “Alright, where’s the moving van?” His dad laughed as he pulled Lucas into a casual hug. It had only been a couple of weeks since last seeing each other but there was something different about a welcome home, however temporary. “That all of it?” His dad was now peering over at the packed car. It really did not look like much. Lucas nodded and started heading toward it, his dad trailing behind him.

  “So, where is Hannah?”

  “She’s on a business trip. Asked me to tell you she’s sorry about missing your big return.”

  Lucas gave a small laugh as he lugged a big case out the back seat of his blue hybrid car. “I think I’ll manage,” he replied light heartedly. His dad had married Hannah, his stepmother, about a year ago. They got along fine but, given he rarely saw or interacted with her, they were not exactly close. He also knew she had a daughter in the same age bracket as him but he had never met her. He did not know much about her. He’d never even seen a photo. Realizing he couldn’t even remember her name, he asked his dad, “What about her daughter?”

  “Chris? She’s at work right now. She won’t be back ‘til late so you might not meet until the morning.”

  “Oh, right, forgot she lives here too. What’s her name again?”

  “Chris,” his dad heaved as he picked up a particularly heavy box from the trunk.

  “Whoa, whoa dad,” Lucas rushed over to help him. “Books,” he told his dad simply as they balanced the box together and carried it into the foyer. “I should probably check what furniture I’ll need to get and go grab it before it gets later. Mind if I just take care of all this stuff when I get back?”

  His dad nodded and waved him away, walking into the kitchen. Lucas shoved the luggage and boxes off to the one side of the foyer and piled them up. He didn’t want to leave everything strewn about anyway. He jogged up the stairs and looked left and right down the hallway. This entire time, he’d assumed he would be moving into his old room. It didn’t hit him until now that Chris might have moved into it. Scratching the back of his head, he headed down the hallway to the furthest room and opened the door. It was mostly empty. He smiled. It was something of a comfort to know he would be in his old room even if it might be unrecognizable once he was settled in.

  He made a quick mental note of what all he needed to buy and traipsed back down the stairs. He double-checked to be sure his belongings were not blocking the entire foyer before walking out the door.

  Night had fallen but Lucas was determined to finish up his room. Well, at least furnishing it and placing his belongings in. He knew he would not be able to unpack everything before going to sleep. As he finished pulling the last heavy piece of luggage into his room, he heard the downstairs door close and the locks click. He assumed Chris had just gotten home and, instinctively, looked over at his bedside alarm clock. It was 12:30am and she was barely getting home. He wondered what she did for work but just shrugged as he rustled about to find pajamas. Deciding he didn’t want to deal with tearing through boxes at this time of night, he opted to just sleep in his boxers. As he finished stripping down, he heard Chris walking silently down the hall and closing her bedroom door. His dad was right; they would meet in the morning. Body aching from the drive and long day, Lucas immediately drifted off into dreamland.

  The next morning, Lucas dressed in the same clothes from the previous day and headed down for breakfast. He had not expected to find the kitchen island counter laid out with a few dishes, all full of hot food. It was like a breakfast buffet. He looked to his right to see his dad sitting at the breakfast table. “No change after all these years. Guess that’s why it’s called a routine,” he said at his father, who was sipping coffee while reading the paper. He just gave a smile but continued reading. “Well, there has been one change. Where did the breakfast buffet come from?”

  “Good morning!” A bright voice greeted Lucas from behind. He turned, smile in place, and saw a young lady he’d never met before.

  “You must be Chris,” he said as he walked forward, hand extended. “I’m Lucas, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

  She smiled and he was dazzled. Of course he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was but her smile really drew him in. He knew it must be her major charm.

  “Yep, I’m Chris! Don’t expect a breakfast buffet every morning, ‘kay? I just wanted to meet and welcome you in a nice way.”

  He nodded, “Thanks, that was really thoughtful. Will you be joining me?”

  She nodded and made her way to the cabinets. As she reached up for a couple of clean plates, he couldn’t help but run his eyes over her slender body. She seemed fit and flexible. She seemed comfortable and confident. Her presence alone was very intriguing and charming. She had that sweet, fun, airy demeanor many people strive for but fail to realize it’s more of a thing you either have or don’t. She definitely had it. He shook his head thinking he might be approaching dangerous territory. This was his stepsister, after all.

  She handed him a plate and they proceeded to serve themselves. He scooped a copious amount of the scrambled eggs on his plate. They had always been his favorite breakfast item.

  “ Your dad warned me you’d hoard all the eggs,” she said with a light giggle. Seeing his eyes pop open, she laughed more. “Don’t worry, I actually made so many because he told me about your obsession.”

  “I’m not obsessed,” he replied. His dad snorted. Lucas shot him a glare but his dad missed it, still not having finished reading the paper.

  They took their place at the breakfast table right as Lucas’ dad folded up the newspaper. “Well, I’m off to work. Don’t let the food go to waste and clean up, children.” He winked and walked out of the house.

  “Some things really never change,” Lucas said, looking out the window as his dad’s car drove off. “Coffee, toast, and paper. Not even your delicious breakfast and my return could change that.” He smiled at her.

  “You haven’t even tasted it. The eggs could taste terrible and you’re already saying it’s delicious?”

  He took a hearty bite of the eggs and made an exaggerated noise of approval. “What were you saying?” He laughed, taking care to cover his mouth that still had eggs in it.

  She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Aren’t you clever?”

  “I like to think so,” he replied with a sly smile.

  They spent the rest of breakfast making jabs at each other, joking, and bonding over their mutual experience with oddball parents. They concluded Hannah and Lucas’ dad, Gilbert, were a great match. They even agreed Gilbert and Hannah were probably a better match than with Lucas’ and Chris’ own respective parents. They even expressed looking forward to the first family dinner between the four. Hannah wouldn’t
be back for at least a couple of days, possibly more.

  “She actually doesn’t take extended business trips often. But this is a pretty major client in the UK. She’ll call today so I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you.”

  He nodded and began clearing the table. Chris had cooked breakfast for them, the least he could was help clean up. He had just set their dishes into the sink when he heard her moving around behind him. She was busy consolidating the left overs into a container to put away into the refrigerator. She worked fast. He hurriedly grabbed the dirty dishes from the island and began washing them. He expected her to go about her day but, instead, she leaned against the counter adjacent to Lucas.

  He smiled over at her and she reciprocated. Once again, he was dazzled. She turned away from him to scan the kitchen and breakfast den. Meanwhile, he snuck a slow glance over her body. She was wearing black yoga pants, a tight black tank, and colorful running shoes. And she looked extremely good in the simple exercise outfit. He couldn’t help but notice her breasts. They were not huge but a nice medium sized. What made them stand out was how perky and plush they seemed. He cleared his head and forced his focus onto the dishes in his hands. He couldn’t start noticing these types of things, especially not in so such detail.