Filthy SEAL

by Amy Brent

  I finally heard the click. I pulled back the strap to see a list of names with stars in a range of 1 to 4. There were even categories and he had rated each and every girl that he had been with. He detailed certain skills and I was not only appalled by that, but what I had found on the back page. My name was right there with all the rest, but there was a question mark where the rating should be. He had obviously thought about doing something with me. It was kind of endearing to know that he actually gave me any thought.

  I got this idea and before I could walk out that door and go back to my room, I took off my panties and put them with the ones he had collected already. I didn’t make it obvious, but I did slide them in with the rest. When he went to relive those memories, he might get a whiff of something that was not entirely something he would remember.

  I did my homework and I watched a little bit TV and then I went on to the computer. It wasn’t hard to find the subject matter I was looking for. It was all mostly fake, but the scenario was of stepbrother and his stepsister getting in on in the house when the parents were away. I actually found myself quite excited and I got a little carried away before realized that I had a plan.

  It was around midnight when I heard the heavy handed footsteps of my stepbrother coming home after a bender with the boys. He was singing underneath his breath and then he tried to stop himself only to sing a little bit louder. He needn’t bother waking up Allison or my father. They were still out and I’d gotten a message that they were going to some party and might not even make it home until morning.

  I heard him going into his room and closing the door behind him. If he had a lock, he probably would have turned it to make sure that nobody interrupted his personal space. “What a night and now I’m home to see all of my lovelies in one place. Panties… Panties…Panties.” I didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but I had a pretty good idea. I waited for some time and when it was close to 2:00 AM, I snuck out of my room and tiptoed quietly down to his door.

  I was wearing a pair of black peek-a-boo panties that I had bought quite embarrassed at the local sex shop. A red silk blouse was wide open and showing the abundance of my curves. My hair was in disarray and it was time to put my stepbrother on notice. If he was fantasizing about me in any way, then I saw it was my duty to give him a taste.

  I heard him mumbling something, but it was most likely in a deep inebriated sleep. I had circled my nipples with a strawberry gloss and I could literally smell it. It was supposed to entice him to come closer. I stood there at his door thinking about what I was doing and how wrong it was. The naughty act of doing something with my stepbrother had forced me to open that door slowly.

  It was pitch black and the only light was the moon streaming through the very thin gauze like white curtains. A window was open and the slight chill made Goosebumps appear on my skin. My heart was literally beating out of my chest, but I wasn’t breathing. I saw him lying there, but there was something strange. I needed to get a closer look. I stepped up to the edge of the bed and he had all of those panties covering him from head to toe. It was the only thing he was wearing and it was obvious that he went to bed in the buff.

  I gasped at seeing my panties over his face. I wondered if he even knew it was mine, or was it some very strange coincidence. I saw my stepbrother lying there in soiled panties and I stood there at the bottom of the bed watching his chest rising and falling with those frilly little undergarments moving with him. He had his hands crossed over his chest and the slight shift underneath a lacy pair of red underwear caught my attention right away.

  I moved around to the other side of the bed and I heard the creaking of the floorboard and I stopped cold. He didn’t move and his heavy breathing told me that he most likely wouldn’t wake up until the crack of dawn. It gave me plenty of time to play my game. I just wasn’t sure how far I was going to go.

  I reached out to those lacey red panties that were covering his endowment and I touched it for a moment before pulling my hand away like I had been struck with an electrical volt. I was still having second thoughts, but my body was betraying the rest of me. I was quivering and my legs shaking with my eyes staring at the one spot on his body that had garnered my attention.

  “Oh yeah… Jessica.” I thought for a moment that he woke up, but apparently he was having some sort of erotic dream about me. “I always knew that you would look fantastic. Come to me and sit on my face.” I was ready to do exactly that, but I figured that was going a little bit too far. “I’ve wanted you from the moment that I saw you. I fantasized about taking you in every room of this house.” He was whispering these words and no wonder I didn’t hear him in the other room.

  “Are you sure that you can handle a real woman like me?” I couldn’t help myself and he was the one who started this. “Do you know what it is to be with a woman with her own mind? Do you really want to find out?” In his state of drunken bliss he nodded his head. I was little surprised, but him hearing me was only making me want to push things a little bit further. His face was still obscured with my panties and they were slightly bigger than all the rest. I had the kind of posterior that would give Beyonce a run for her money.

  “Don’t make me wait for it. You know you want to sit down on this thing.” His hand had inadvertently moved down over his body, until he was grasping his own cock through that underwear. He gave it a tentative few strokes and awakened the beast from its cage. His hand slumped back to lie there motionless. I didn’t want to get caught and knowing that my father and Allison might be home soon had only turned me into a firecracker ready to go off.

  Chapter five

  I took a few moments to collect my thoughts. I had to think about what I was doing. I walked around the house from one end to the other and checked the doors to make sure they were locked. I remembered that even if they did come home while I was in the middle of whatever I was going to do, I would probably see their headlights coming. It would give me enough time to vacate his room and slip back into mine without being noticed.

  I went back to his room and he was still sleeping soundly. He said that he didn’t snore, but he certainly was very loud with his breathing. It was mostly a whistle or maybe more like a wheeze, but it did help me to know that he was out of it completely.

  I very cautiously removed those panties one at a time revealing his body like puzzle pieces. It was interesting to see each piece of his exposed skin. I was doing everything I could to avoid a certain part of his anatomy.

  I had my knuckle up to my mouth with my teeth digging into my left hand. I pulled away the last of the women’s clothing. I stared at the sleeping giant. Even asleep, he was quite excitable. It wasn’t jumping off the page of a book, but it certainly was something that I wanted to get a close and personal look at. I got down on my knees by the side of his bed. I reached with both hands and pulled away before I did something I would regret. It was my conscience speaking me, but I decided to put a muzzle on it and do what came naturally.

  He had this huge smile on his face. I had left my panties covering his eyes. It wasn’t much for a blindfold, but maybe it would give me enough time to run from this room. I reached out one more time and this time I touched his cock. It made an involuntary jerk and jumped off his stomach. I knew that I was in over my head, but there was no point in walking away when I had come this far.

  “I know this is wrong, but you really do want me to touch you like this. You want more than that. You’ve been fantasizing about having me in many positions.” I was whispering this to him and his cock was doing this little dance every time that I let him feel the hot breath of my mouth. “Tell me you want me, Anthony. Tell your little Jessica that you’ve been craving to spread my legs and fuck me like a whore.”

  “All of your holes will be filled by me one day.” It was like I was playing the part of some therapist that put him under very deeply. “I’ve tried to sneak a peek at you a few times, but something has always ruined it. I’ve ached for the chance to see you standing in
front of me naked, vulnerable and shivering from the cold and nervousness of being in my presence.” I grazed my hand down along his chest feeling his well defined muscles and knowing that there was no way I was leaving this room without getting what I wanted.

  I got on the bed very gently. My weight pushed down the mattress and made the entire bed give off this groaning sound. I touched the inside of his legs with both hands and I moved them apart, so that I could situate myself in between them. I lifted that heavy piece of machinery. It was quite daunting and even thinking about Serena going down on it was a feat in itself. It had to be at least 9 inches with the kind of fat head that would make any woman salivate for the chance to use it as their own personal toy.

  “I think all of your dreams are going to come true, Anthony. It’s so nice to have you like this and not have to listen to your diatribe. The only thing that I don’t find attractive about you is your voice. It’s not really your voice, but it’s the way you act like nobody should be able to resist you.” I worked my fingers up and down the length of him. Each time that I got to the head, I would draw the skin over top to reveal just how excited he was. This was his dreamscape. “I’m going to do whatever I want to you and you’re going to love every minute of it. You’re going to lie there with that stupid grin on your face, until I’m done.” I was using the words that he had said to Serena against him.

  “I’ve always been yours, Jessica. You just never saw me looking at you. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t been waiting for this day for a very long time.” It was wishful thinking to think he was really interested in anything long-term. I had no idea what he was afraid of and what he was missing out on was one of the wonders of the universe. Love and commitment came hand in hand and maybe seeing his mother bounce from one guy to the next had soured him on getting that ring on any woman’s finger.

  “You don’t have to wish any more and the fantasy is about to become real.” I was stroking him with two hands and squeezing a little bit tighter to feel the vein along the back throbbing with a steady beat against my fingertips. I did a naughty thing by slapping his cock head with my hand. It jumped to attention. He squirmed and moved slightly. I didn’t know why I wanted to do that, but something about him and the way that he treated women made me want to punish him in some way. A small part of me wanted to slap his balls for the fun of it, but that might’ve been enough to wake him up. I didn’t want that to happen.

  I got a little closer with that same hot breath he had felt in his ear now giving his cock something to think about. I blew that warm air and it began to dance in front of me like I was pulling it by a thread. I had it in my hand and being here didn’t feel like it was really happening. I had to pinch myself and to feel that pain to know this was not just a figment of my overactive imagination.

  “I want you to suck my cock you little bitch.” The only bitch here on this bed was him. He could call me whatever he wanted. I opened my mouth and accumulated enough spit in my mouth to drop it in a heavy glob to cover his cock. It spread out over top and flowed down the sides. When it reached my hands, I began to stroke him with more authority and determination.

  “What if I were to tell you that I don’t care what you want? This is not about you and it’s all about me and my frustration at having to hear you every fucking time that you went in here with a girl. I can’t take anymore and I decided to take action.” I opened my mouth licking my lips with anticipation, before touching the hot surface of the head. It was against my lips and I spread it over the top, until his plum sized head was in my mouth. I was still jerking him and then the first shot landed on my tongue. I thought for sure that he was blowing off, but apparently this was just a prelude for more to come later.

  “I can’t believe this is really happening. I never thought I would have you like this and I’m not going to squander the time we have. Take it fucking deep.” His hands tried to grab my head, but I was not going to play it like that. I forced his hands back beside him, while at the same time my mouth was indulging in its own curiosity. A little bit more each time went into my mouth. It was nothing like the cucumber. That cucumber had no give. His cock reminded me more of the banana, but even thicker.

  I scratched lightly around the circumference of his balls, but I didn’t do anything to ruin this moment for either one of us. I had him in deep as I could, but there were still a couple of inches left to go. Amazingly, I forced myself to take them and looked up into his face to see this wide grin. That came from the kind of pleasure that I was inflicting him with.

  I could see the pleasure on his face and the way that his body was responding to me. It was so interesting to be able to explore at my leisure and not worry about him trying to take control. I let him linger in my constricting throat for 30 seconds. I breathed through my nose. I pulled him back out and did it three more times. I pulled off of him to see that his cock had changed from this deep pink to a more purple angry color.

  I continued to give him that kind of oral gratification, but each time he came to the end of his rope, I would tie it in a metaphorical knot. My hand was grasping him tightly and squeezing off that flow. This was the best possible way to know that I was going to get more than Serena did. He hadn’t woken up, but he was acting like he was. His hips were moving and I had to contend with him slamming that salami down my throat each and every time.

  His balls had risen up against his cock. I don’t think that he could’ve gotten any harder and the excitement had made him balloon. That vein was pronounced and quite visible. It was showing signs the time was near.

  “I need to cum….please…why won’t you let me cum?” It was so good to hear him beg. I put more emphasis on the flat of my tongue pushing his cock up against the roof of my mouth. I gave him a tight seal that he would never forget. “Yes… God damn it… Jessica I never knew you had this in you.” His cock went off and at first I was scared by the volume, but I soon got into the swing of things. I devoured him with an appetite that would scare most guys away. I was possessed and my body didn’t feel like my own.

  I milked him of everything he had not leaving a single drop remaining inside that long column of flesh. I let it go and it slapped noisily against his stomach. I grabbed him and stroked him, making sure to take particular care about moving the skin over the head this time. He bucked up against me. Being over sensitive had made his cock take notice. That piece stared me down unblinking with sweet sticky tears. I swiped them off with the pad of my thumb. It was awakening and I wasn’t going to allow it to slumber any longer than necessary.

  I pulled my panties to the side and then I got into position. I had my hand on his cock. I let his member feel the hot slippery surface and then took a deep breath and pushed him past any kind of resistance. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only had one lover. I thought that he was a good man and I decided to take a chance only to be disappointed in his performance.

  “It’s time you fuck your stepsister. It’s time for me to find out what all the fuss is about.” With one long stroke that took my breath away I was finally getting what I had been thinking about for some time. I was super wet. I only wished that he was awake long enough to give me a tongue lashing I would never forget. I didn’t necessarily need the extra stimulation and the walls of my sex were pretty well lubricated with the excitement of going down on him. “You’ve never been there when I needed you the most. In the dark of night lying in my bed stupidly thinking about you and not having you by my side was killing me.” He made no response and I slowly dragged the lips of my wet pussy over the length of pipe between his legs. This was the kind of thing I was looking for and couldn’t find with anybody else.

  This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was going to make no mistake about it. It could be all taken away, but somehow I knew that I was going to consummate this relationship. I wanted him to call me by name in the throes of passion, while I closed my eyes and let him take me to a height of pleasure that I never knew before.

  I had the head
poised to go back in and let myself slide down the pole back to the regular position of sitting astride him with my knees on either side. My hands were on his chest and those muscles seen through the eyes of an impressionable young lady like myself was causing me to move in a more hectic pace.

  “I’m not going to let you ruin this like you have for so many others. You’re not the only one that has some tricks up her sleeve.” I scratched my nails down his chest leaving behind a reminder of what we had done tonight. I wasn’t sure if he would remember in the morning, but that didn’t even concern me. His mouth parted and I drove my tongue into his mouth while pounding back with a fever pitch that had me out of control. The bed was rocking with the motion of the ocean. I was biting his tongue when suddenly his eyes came wide open.

  I was a woman on a mission and with the panties over his eyes; he could only see things like they were in a dreamlike fog. He looked at me for a moment and then his eyes fluttered and went back into an unconscious state of arousal.

  I would give him that precious memory and maybe he would have some idea of what happened and maybe not. I wondered if I should really take this all the way or should I stop before risking catching something from him. His balls were bouncing with each stroke that I gave myself. I was in control of the depth and intensity of the moment. It was one thing to be caught in the web of man’s forceful ways, but it’s another to actually have that power in the palm of my hand.

  Every time that I thought that he was ready; I would slow down and then come to a complete stop on top of him. I continued on and made sure to get him in the right position to rub my clit against the shaft. “I’m fucking losing it, Anthony and feel like my entire body is coming off the rails… yes…fuck me…let me take what I want and leave you wondering if this really… HAPPENEDDDDDDD.” That one was a big one and not even my fingers could come even close to giving me something like that.