My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection (Five Complete Box Sets)

by Cindy Wilder

  He reached down and rubbed my clit as he leaned forward and licked my pussy. I pushed back into his face and felt him smile beneath me. He got up and put his hand against my mouth.

  “Suck my fingers,” he commanded.

  I opened my lips as he slipped his fingers in. At the same time, I could feel his erection against my entrance. I sucked his fingers clean as I tasted me on him. It was actually very erotic. I was shocked when I felt a smack against my ass. The moan left my mouth before I could stop it. He rubbed the spot he had just spanked. I pushed my ass back against him again. He pulled back and spanked me harder.

  “Fuck me,” I begged.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Please,” I said. “I need you.”

  “What do you need?” he asked.

  “You,” I said. “I need your cock, Alex. I need you inside of me.”

  I felt his hands on my hips and felt his dick at my entrance.

  “Hang on tight,” he growled, as he thrust into me hard and deep.

  “Fuck, baby,” I cried.

  “Is this what you want, Sarah?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I yelled. “Yes, Alex.”

  “You want to be fucked hard?” he asked.

  “Yes, please,” I begged.

  He held my hips hard in his hands so he could reach deep inside of me. His thrusts were hard and rough. I felt my body slam into the headboard. He kept going without slowing down. Thrust after thrust. His rhythm felt so damn good. He plunged into me and circled his hips. I couldn't help but moan and cry out over and over. There was yet another orgasm right there. I wanted to reach out and grab it. He thrust in again, and I pushed my ass back against him hard. I couldn't wait another second. When I pushed back hard against him, he plunged into me so hard and deep. I heard his growl loud and my pussy quivered around his cock and tightened around him. He went in deep and hard one more time. I knew he couldn't hold back. I pushed back against him and his roar filled the room, as he released over and over.

  I fell onto the bed and he lowered himself on top of me. The sweat from his chest covered my back. Once our breathing evened out, I felt the bed move. When he came back, he had a washcloth and cleaned me off. I felt a blanket cover me before feeling the bed move and his arm wrap around my side. His leg went over mine and they tangled together. I could feel the heat radiate from his body and snuggled back against him.

  When I opened my eyes, the sun was just coming up. Alex's legs were both tangled with mine and his arms was tightly around my chest. I carefully and quietly untangled our limbs and slid from the bed. Once I reached the bathroom, I shut the door before turning on the light. I looked in the mirror to see just how bad I looked. My hair was a mess and my makeup was all over the place. I got into the shower hoping to feel more human.

  The steaming hot water ran down my back, as I thought about the night before. I couldn't believe we slept together. It was a mistake. I should have went home earlier or not show up in the first place. It had been seven months since the first time we had sex. If I hadn't gotten him out of my mind yet, sleeping with him again surely wasn't going to help me. He was so sweet and caring when I had told him about my mom being with someone. I couldn't believe how rough and demanding he was in bed just hours before my shower. It didn't matter if his kisses were soft or hard, they were amazing. I couldn't help but wonder if all men were like that in bed or if it was just Alex. He was the only one that ever made me feel something just from our skin touching. I dated in high school. Not one guy ever did that to me before him. Was sex only explosive with him, or would someone else make me feel just as good?

  I let my fall back, as I soaked up the feeling of the hot water against my skin. When the shower door opened, I didn't notice. I jumped when I felt him touch me. My eyes opened wide and I was instantly fully aware of his naked body inches away from me.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he said.

  I couldn't help but smile. He was so adorable. His hair looked like I had just finished running my fingers through it, and he had the sexiest five o'clock shadow. My breath caught when he pulled me closer to him. Our eyes connected, and it felt as if time stood still. I wanted him again. Shit! I knew I was screwed. In that moment, I made a decision. I would be with him one more time. Once I walked out of that apartment, I couldn't let it happen again. He was my teacher. I was in my first year of college. His life was starting, but mine wouldn't start for over three years. I knew I could fall hard for him. There was no way I was giving him the opportunity to break my heart. One last time, I thought.

  With our eyes still connected, his lips came down hard on mine. He let his tongue glide across my bottom lip before thrusting it into my mouth. I opened for him, and my hand went to the back of his head. I gripped his hair between my fingers and fought this tongue for control. It was like every thought and emotion was leaving me in that one kiss. He grabbed my hair and pulled back opening my neck to him. His mouth was on my neck, as he licked and sucked it so hard that I couldn't help but cry out. My hands moved up and down his chest. I loved the way his muscles felt beneath my fingers. He worked his way down, and his mouth covered my breast. He took my already hard nipple between his teeth and pulled. My hand felt down his abs to his cock. It felt so good to take him into my hand and stroke his hard length. I got down on my knees and circled his tip with my tongue. My lips covered him, and he leaned back against the shower wall. When I took him deeper into my mouth, his head fell back and he moaned out my name. It turned me on even more to see his reaction to me sucking him. I took him all the way to the back of my throat. His hand went to back of my head, and he buried it in my hair. He used his hand to guide me up and down his shaft. I grabbed onto the back of his legs and sucked him hard. He thrust his hips, as I took him as deep as I could. His legs stiffened as I sucked him even harder.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, as I felt him grab under my arms and lift me to my feet.

  “Inside,” he said through ragged breaths. “I have to be inside of you. I fucking need you right now.”

  He grabbed under my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, as he pushed my back against the shower wall. The water was falling down our skin. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. From the heat of the water against my nipples to his hands kneading my ass, I knew when I came it was going to be explosive. His mouth covered mine, as he lifted me enough so I felt his huge cock at my entrance. Slowly, he lowered me onto him. I cried out as he entered me. It was like a whole different experience. I held onto his neck, as I ground into him. It was the most amazing feeling. He thrust up into me so deep, I thought I was going to burst. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and pulled it between my teeth.

  “Sarah,” he growled, as he began to fuck me fast and hard.

  My head fell back against the wall and my back arched. He continued his sweet assault on my pussy, and I was loving it.

  “Harder, baby,” I cried out. “Fuck me harder. I need you. I need all of you. Give me everything you've got, Alex.”

  He thrust into me so hard. I felt him lift my ass and drop me down over him.

  “Oh, yes,” I screamed.

  “Is that you want, baby? Do you want to feel my dick buried deep inside of you?”

  “Yes,” I continued to cry out. “I want you. I fucking want you so bad.”

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard that you feel me between your legs for days. You have no idea how good it feels to have my cock buried deep in your sweet, tight pussy. I'm going to fuck you so hard it's going to hurt to sit down. You're going to sit in class, look up at me, and know who fucking made you feel that way.”

  It was like something snapped inside of him. He lifted me up and slammed me down on his cock. I cried out so loud, I thought I was going to lose it. He pinned me to the wall and thrust up hard and deep. I held him tight. My hands gripped his back so hard, I knew he was going to have marks. His pace picked up and I couldn't focus. My mouth was on him. I bit
hard into his neck as he plunged into me and squeezed my ass hard with his hands. He must have felt how close I was. I wasn't going to last much longer. He held my hips tight and fucked me so hard and deep that I screamed out and everything went black. My orgasm shot through me so deep.

  “Fuck, please,” I yelled. “Oh, Alex. Don't stop. Fuck me, baby.”

  My pussy squeezed around him over and over, as sound after sound came out of my mouth. I couldn't catch my breath. He slowed his rhythm long enough for all of my senses to go back to normal. Finally, he lowered me to my feet.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  I turned around and felt his hand putting pressure on my back. I bent over toward the wall.

  “Hold on,” he said.

  I held onto the ledge. His hands held onto my hips while he entered me. I felt his hand rub up and down my back softly, as he slowly pushed in and pulled out of me. He slid both hands up my back and held onto my shoulders as he plunged into me hard.

  “Oh,” I moaned.

  I could already feel the soreness kicking in, but it felt awesome to have him inside of me. He gripped my shoulders harder and I held on tight. That was it. He thrust into me hard and fucked me deep. I couldn't stop the moans from leaving my body. He held all of the control. I pushed my ass back against him, and he growled and fucked me even harder. His body slammed into mine over and over. My shoulders felt the pain of him holding on. I slammed back against him as he thrust into me hard. He was chasing his release. I knew he was almost there. His legs were so tense. When he plunged into me, I arched my back more.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he moaned.

  He grabbed my hips and that was it. I pushed against him. His fingers dug into me as he reached even deeper.

  “Oh, Alex,” I cried out yet again. “Deeper, harder, oh.”

  He released into me over and over as my name fell from his lips and filled the room. I came right along with him. We both stilled for a moment in silence. Once our breathing returned, he pulled out of me. I felt his cum slide out and down my leg. Oh, shit! What the fuck did we just do, I thought? I didn't want to freak him out or ruin the moment, so I took a deep breath and remained quiet.

  Alex reached for the soap and began to wash my body. I felt like nothing else in the world mattered. It was just me and him in that moment. I wanted to keep every second of it in my memory forever. He was so loving and soft, as he cleaned every inch of my body. With shampoo in his hands, he massaged my scalp. I let out a soft moan, as he washed the soap from my hair. When he was finished, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry me off. I felt so special. It had been a long time since I felt like anyone cared about me.

  Those two days were to best days of my life. Making dinner, watching the parade, playing games, snuggling on the couch, the sex, damn the sex, and sleeping in his arms. It was all so wonderful. Why did it have to end, I wondered? Because he's your teacher, genius, I told myself.

  I got dressed and thanked him for an amazing Thanksgiving. It was hard to leave. He didn't say much when I left. I wasn't sure how he felt. Maybe I was just a notch on his belt, twice.

  When I got back to the dorm, I put everything I had into studying. There was no way I wanted to think about him. I had to get him out of my mind. It didn't help that I felt him every single time I moved for the rest of the day and part of the next. For a second, I almost considered having a one-night-stand just so I could see if it would be the same way it was with him. I know that sounds so stupid. Maybe I was losing my mind. Study, I told myself. Just keep studying. That's what I had done for so long. It seemed to be the best way for me to cope with everything in my life.

  My mom never figured out that I stayed at school for the holiday. I was relieved. She would have given me so much shit if she had.

  The next month went by quicker than I wanted it to. Get up, go to class, study, sleep, and repeat seemed to be make up each day. The weekends were filled with studying and sleeping. I was beat. The stress of knowing I was going to watch my mom get married was getting to me. Thinking about Alex wasn't helping either. Fridays were the worst. I even skipped his class the week after Thanksgiving. He sent me a text asking if I was okay, but I didn't answer. I avoided him. He wasn't exactly knocking my door down or anything. I think we both knew we would never be together.

  The last Friday before the holiday, he seemed off in class. He didn't have the same excitement as usual. We had finals, so all he had to do was hand them out. I could still tell something was different. His eyes were dark, and he looked exhausted. I felt bad. Something was going on with him. He was there for me several weeks before when I had nobody to talk to. I'm sure he had friends. I knew he couldn't go to his dad. There was definitely some friction between them. When class was over, I went back to my dorm. I couldn't stop thinking about that look on his face and how badly I wanted to comfort him. I pulled out my phone to text him.

  Me: Is everything okay?

  It took a few minutes before he responded.

  Alex: Why?

  Me: You seemed off in class today. What's going on?

  Alex: I don't feel like going home for the holiday. My dad called to make sure I was coming. He said he had a surprise for me. I'm not sure I can do it.

  Me: I would love to stay here instead of go. I promised my mom I would go for a week. The amazing wedding is happening. I get to meet his son. Can you tell I'm excited?

  Alex: Maybe you'll get along. Give the poor kid a chance. He didn't ask for it either.

  Me: At least your dad isn't getting married.

  Alex: I guess. I can't imagine what he wants to surprise me with.

  Me: Maybe he has a girlfriend. Maybe she's super young compared to him. You better be careful she doesn't make a move on you. Her boyfriend's hot, young son.

  Alex: Thanks for trying to lighten the mood. It's nice to know you think I'm hot.

  I went back to read my text again. Oh, crap. I did send that.

  Me: Whatever it is, just think of me at my moms awful wedding. I'll be sitting next to my new stepbrother. That should make you feel better. My mom text me this morning. She expects me to stay in her boyfriend's house. I am beyond freaked out.

  Alex: You're right. No matter what the surprise, it can't be any worse than what you have to do.

  Me: When are you leaving?

  Alex: Sunday after a meeting I have. At least I won't get there until dinner time. I can eat and go to my room. What about you?

  Me: She's picking me up early Sunday morning. That way I can get settled in my room before dealing with anyone.

  Alex: Have fun. Text me if you need anything. I can always make a joke and try to cheer you up. Are you the flower girl?

  Me: Shut up. Have fun yourself. Maybe he's giving you something.

  Sunday morning, I had my bag packed and ready to go. My mom seemed so happy when she pulled up in front of the dorm. I threw my bag into the trunk and fell into the car. She asked if I needed to go by our house to pick anything up before going to her man's house. I let her know everything I needed was in my bag. My laptop and digital reader were with me. I could make them last a week. Before I left, I packed my reader with books. I was prepared to hide away from everyone.

  We pulled up in front of Jack's house right at noon. I was shocked. His house was larger than I expected it to be. It was two stories high. Just the lower floor was larger than our house.

  “Is he loaded?” I asked.

  “He does very well,” my mom answered.

  We walked into a very quiet house. She had already told me that since his son wasn't home yet, Jack was going to work for a couple of hours. He planned to take the whole week off to spend time as a family. I pulled my bag behind me through the house. She motioned up the stairs. I led the way. We walked down a hallway and passed a closed door.

  “That's his son's room,” she said.

  The next door we came to was open. There was a queen size bed, dresser, and nightstand in the room. My mom motioned toward it.<
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  “This is going to be your room. I didn't want to live together until we said our vows. I'm staying in a separate room until we're married. We don't want to give you kids the wrong impression. I'm going to start packing up the house when you go back to school. My last day at work was Friday.”

  “You quit your job?” I asked.

  She nodded her head.

  “I'm going to put the house up for sale. You can do what you want in this room. Jack wants you to make it your home. I'll have your stuff moved over before you come back for the summer.”

  “Your selling the house?” I asked. “You can't do that. That's our house.”

  My mother acted as if she didn't understand what I was saying. She had no idea why I would disagree with her. It was our family home. My memories were all from that house. The one I shared with my father and mother. Every memory I had of my dad was from that house. I had written on the walls in my room. We painted a picture in my room together. What the hell was wrong with her, I thought?

  “I'm going to live here with Jack. You're going to live here with us. We don't need two houses. You can have the same memories without the house, Sarah.”

  I let out a huff.

  “I need to be alone. Call me when dinner's ready,” I said.

  She went to say something, but I didn't wait to hear it. I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me. It wasn't until my door was shut that I realized I had my own bathroom. I literally could hide away for the entire week. Tears slid from my eyes down my cheeks. I put my bag on the floor, opened it up, and took out my laptop and reader. When I fell onto the bed, I couldn't believe what a bitch my mother was being. I was starting to think she really didn't care about my dad. Maybe she didn't care about me either, I thought. I was so glad I brought headphones with me. I plugged myself in and picked up my phone.

  Me: Just thought I could make you feel even better about your situation. My mother just told me that she is selling the house I grew up in. She's moving in with her man. I knew they had to live together and the wedding was at his house, but I hadn't thought about what would happen to my house. It's the house my dad lived in with me. How could she do that? Her man has a beautiful home. The guy must have a ton of money. What the hell do they need more money for. She quit her job Friday. Now she gets to suck off of him. Oh wait, my new bedroom is right next to my brothers. It just keeps getting better and better. Can this day get any more fucked up?