by Amy Ward
Dearest Stepbrothers: A Taboo Erotic Short
Dearest Stepbrothers: A Taboo Erotic Short
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Synopsis
“No way we’re letting that sweet footage go…for free.”
Untouched Sadie grew up as an only child until her widowed mom met the new love of her life: a man who came with twin terrors of his own. Sadie finds herself tortured by the devious spawn of the new man of the house until they finally leave for college. When the guys return after their first year for the summer break, they catch Sadie in an embarrassing act they promise to share with the world. But there’s one way she can get them to keep their silence, and it involves being twice filled, raw.
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*NB: The story depicted here is intended for mature audiences. It most likely contains coarse language and highly graphic depictions of sex acts meant to titillate and excite the reader. All copulating characters are 18 years or older and are absolutely NOT blood-related.
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First Edition: February 2015
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Dearest Stepbrothers
Sadie
My twin stepbrothers are a nightmare. Ever since they moved in, it seems all they do is dream up new ways to torture me.
I’d grown up an only child, but once my mom married their dad, Evan and Stefan became mean older brothers I suddenly had to explain to everyone at school.
Thank god they didn’t get enrolled there too—school became my only sanctuary away from those horrible boys and their incessant teasing.
At first I couldn’t tell if this was just how they had to establish a relationship with me since I’m a girl, or because we all met as teenagers—when I was sixteen and they were seventeen.
“It’s just so they don’t sexualize you,” my best friend, Gigi, theorized. “They’re putting you in your place so you guys can really be like family.”
At first I was like, really? A pair of seventeen-year-old boys has to be mean to their new younger sister just so they don’t like her like her?
But then it made sense, so I just tried to ignore them for the most part.
They really seemed to hate me, but they did it in a sort of snarky way that could be interpreted as playful, but since I was never really sure, I guess I kind of kept myself open and fell into a lot of their traps that way. I wanted to believe so badly that their meanness was just a part of their adjustment to everything.
Now, two years have passed since that fateful family merge.
I’m eighteen now, they’re nineteen, and I’ve had the house to myself the past year while they did their freshman college year, so I just had to endure one year of torture before they left.
They’re coming back to visit for summer though.
Can’t say I’m looking forward to that after a year of them making me insecure about everything. I mean, they teased me about my hair, my freckles, my skin—I didn’t know which way was up.
In school, I was easily one of the more popular girls, “in a super-cute, girl next door way,” one guy told me, because I was good enough in every way to join the cheerleading team, yet I also was smart enough to be in the Math Club. I had eclectic tastes, so I refused to be put in any box. But even that was a reason for those horrible twins to come at me.
“You’re so scattered, Sadie—you need to learn to focus more. How do you expect to get anywhere if you can’t concentrate on anything? Jack of all trades, master of none, dummy.”
Ugh!
Did I mention how much they suck?
They’re probably the reason I’m still a virgin, the way they picked at my confidence and everything about me like that.
I’m a slim, toned girl of medium height and with medium-sized boobs, and with thick, healthy hair and everything, and they still managed to get under my skin.
I guess it was mostly because they acted like something was really wrong with me as a “ginger”—which is what they’d call me at times.
My mom would brush it off, but their British dad would give them stern looks.
I guess it’s a bigger insult in England than here.
They once told me they don’t have gingers in their family, and they won’t start now.
My mom’s a dark-eyed blonde, so she gets a pass. Meanwhile, I got my reddish hair and pale skin and freckles from my dad.
I don’t even have a lot of freckles—just a smattering on my cheeks and nose that I cover up for the most part, and my skin’s not as ghostly pale as they say it is.
Either way, none of them have any of those features—their dad’s dark-haired and blue-eyed, and the twins themselves are fraternal, so it’s easy to tell them apart: Evan is dark-haired and blue-eyed like his dad, and Stefan has sandy blond hair and gray eyes.
They’re both sort of cute if I’m being completely honest, but of course I’d never admit that to them!
Anyway, before their flight gets here tomorrow, I’m going to enjoy myself—today is my last day in peace until they leave again for college in two months.
I’ll be leaving then too—heading to a different college, of course.
I’m sort of hoping to lose my virginity before then, so I’ve got this date lined up on the weekend, but I’m pretty nervous about the whole thing. Not that it makes me less horny—my body’s been screaming at me lately, and I’m aching to feel what it’s like to have a thick cock move inside me, pushing against my insides.
In the meantime, I’ve had to touch myself to calm my tingling little pussy down.
My parents are at work so that’s on my roster for the day: a bit of masturbation to help calm me down in general. I’ve got way too much nervous energy happening—too many things I’ve been fretting and worrying about: from my upcoming first semester at college, to leaving home for the first time, to losing my virginity and having sex for the first time soon, to my rotten brothers’ impending arrival.
I’ve got the place to myself until my mom and stepdad come home around five thirty, and it’s only noon now so I can play with myself all day if I want.
I always feel like someone’s watching me with my door open though, so I push it almost all the way, leaving it ajar, then I leave my top on but strip off my bottoms to get ready to play with my sensitive mound.
I lie down on my bed and open my legs, slowly sliding my fingers down there.
I got a wax a week ago in preparation for my date with losing my innocence, so I’m waxed bare, ridiculously smooth, and did I mention super sensitive? I feel like I get turned on every few minutes if the fabric of my panties ru
bs against me or anything, really.
I make myself relax, enjoying the feel of my bare pussy lips, moaning a little as my fingers work my smooth, slick folds. I even stick a finger inside my tight, wet hole and feel the suction of my warm, moist insides.
I try to avoid my clit because brushes against it always make me jump and it’s like I’m losing control—the bud’s way too sensitive.
I relax even more into the bed, moving my fingers all over my sensitive parts.
I’m in heaven, pleasuring my hungry snatch when I suddenly hear a one-person applause.
I stop what I’m doing and sit up immediately, flooding with embarrassment and horror when I see dark-haired Evan clapping slowly, grinning like a fiend while blond Stefan is holding up a smartphone.
I immediately grab my sheet and pull it over me.
Holy fuck, I think. I hope he didn’t take a photo or worse yet, record…
“You bet your sweet little ass we recorded a video, sister dear,” Stefan says, finally putting his phone away.
“I can only imagine how many YouTube hits you’ll get,” Evan says, still grinning like this is some joke. God, I want to punch him in his stupid, handsome face.
“You wouldn’t dare!” I say, still scrambling to cover as much of myself as I can.
I still feel naked even though I have a top on and I’ve already covered my naked bottom with the sheet.
The boys are standing there like they have no understanding of personal space or privacy or anything.
What am I saying? Of course they don’t! They’ve made it clear they don’t respect any of those things long ago.
“To what do we owe the pleasure of your early arrival, brothers? You jerks weren’t supposed to be here till tomorrow!”
“As you can see, we like catching people unawares,” Evan says.
“You guys, erase that shit immediately. What if it accidentally gets out?”
“Accidentally?” The twins look at each other with exaggerated looks. “Make no mistake, sister, that little masturbation show is going to make its way onto the web.”
“You’re kidding, right? You didn’t really record, right, Stefan? You guys wouldn’t do that to me—not to your little sister.”
“Oh, really?” Stefan says. “So much more than that we are capable of—you’ll see.”
“Please, guys, this isn’t funny. Or better yet, haha—you got me. Now erase the video. Better yet, hand the phone over, Stefan—I’ll erase it.”
“You’ve got to be out of your mind, Sadie. No way we’re letting that sweet footage go…for free.”
“Well, okay, fine. I have a bit in savings—some from allowance. How much do you want for it?”
Evan lets himself laugh this time while Stefan’s face breaks into the most wicked grin.
“We don’t want money, sis. But we’ll take payment for it all right.”
“Okay, well, name it so I can hand it over and get you guys the fuck out of my room.”
The boys once again look at each other and grin.
I suddenly get a sinking feeling in my stomach that I’m not going to like their terms.
They both look back at me but don’t say anything, and their almost lecherous stares unnerve me.
“Well?” I prompt.
“Well, we have consulted and our terms are thus: we’ll finish you off.”
I stare at them blankly. “I’m sorry, what?”
“We’ll finish what you started,” Evan says.
They can’t mean what I think they mean, right? I mean there was no way they were that wicked, no way they’d go that far with their defenseless, vulnerable little sister.
“I’m afraid I still don’t understand,” I say.
Stefan makes a strange tut-tut sort of sound. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you, sis?” I nod. “Well, let’s just say before this day is over, you won’t be.”
I only stare as if still uncomprehending, but I’m not sure I’m hiding my horror at the implications very well.
“Oh god, Sadie—take off all your clothes and toss that sheet to the side. I’ll spell it out for you: we get to do what we want to you. And you get to erase the footage from Stefan’s phone. We’ll all get our jollies, and we’ll all stay mum about the whole thing.”
Strangely, I feel a bit of reassurance when I notice his accent has come back.
When I met the boys two years ago, they had an American accent, and I eventually learned they had been living in America since they were ten, but were born and raised to that point in England. They usually did a good job of masking their British accent, but in emotional times, it came back. I guess Evan was just fed up with me acting dumb in this case.
“You guys would seriously humiliate me like that? Ruining some of my future job opportunities and my rep in college before I even start…unless I let you have your way with me?”
They both nod.
I’m afraid to ask the next question, which was if they both planned to stick their cocks in me.
Guess I’m about to find out because there’s no way I’m letting them sink me before I start like that with compromising footage, and if it takes one fuck session to stop them, so be it.
I toss my sheet aside.
I’m not sure where to begin, and I guess that’s clear to the boys because Evan reminds me, “Your top.”
I pull my top off, and I just know my strawberry-blond hair is messy now, and I’m a little embarrassed about my plain white bra.
Will they make fun of how unsexy I am and deepen my humiliation?
I notice Evan has started stroking himself, his hand moving up and down the outline of his long penis shaft.
Strange.
“Your bra,” Stefan says, his gray eyes intently on it.
I was already self-conscious, sitting there with my nude, bare slit under their gaze and just my bra, but now I’ll be completely naked soon.
I start to take my bra off and I can tell Evan is fully aroused now. His eyes look like the eyes of a drunken person as he watches my every move, his hand sliding faster over the hard, upright dick pushing against his pants.
His brother shoves him lightly and says, “Get a hold of yourself, bro.”
“Are you kidding me?” Evan says, gesturing in my direction. “This gorgeous sister of ours is sitting there deliciously nude with the most perfect rack I’ve ever seen, completely bare down there and virginal, and I’m supposed to calm myself?”
I don’t quite catch what Stefan says to him next because I’m stuck on the fact that Evan called me gorgeous.
As you can imagine, none of them have ever called me that before, and to hear the rest of what he said has my body filling with warmth and my chest swelling with pride.
Suddenly, I feel a bit more confident, even though I don’t have the slightest idea what I’m doing.
I try to be as sexy as I can when I completely remove the bra and toss it aside, and I make sure to sit up straight so my boobs look best—high and perky, my hard nipples pointing.
“Which one of you is going to break me in?” I ask innocently.
They glance at each other.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Stefan says, and then he drops his pants and I am suddenly faced with his impressive erection.
It is the first cock I’ve seen in person—long, thick and ready to go, engorged and glistening a little with a bit of pre-cum on the tip.
I get even more frightened at his size, and I feel like my pussy tightens more in fear.
“Don’t be afraid,” Stefan says gently, his voice masculine yet soothing. “Relax.”
I find myself relaxing a bit at his reassuring tones.
“Yeah, just lie back on the bed, sis. We’ll take care of you,” Evan says in a voice just as soft.
I do as they say and lie down on the bed, hundreds of questions floating through my mind.
But before I can make sense of any of them, I suddenly see a huge cock next to my face, and when I look u
p, I see Evan, his blue eyes watching me intensely.
He reaches down and grabs my boobs, squeezing them gently and rubbing his hands all over them, making me writhe a little, and then he adjusts my head a little before bringing the tip of his meaty cock to my mouth.
“Relax,” he says, “and for god’s sake, whatever you do, don’t use your teeth.”
I briefly consider doing just that—biting down on him—but I know I’d pay dearly. Extremely dearly. I can only imagine the tortures the twins would put me through.
Evan pushes the head of his cock past my lips and I try to take his stiff girth without my teeth touching him.
It is difficult, and I graze him here and there, but he seems to like it.
“Yeah,” he whispers, eyes closed and head leaning back. I watch his Adam’s apple while moving my lips over his shaft, my tongue running along it.
Just as I start to wonder what Stefan’s up to while I’m sucking Evan’s cock, I feel hands adjust my legs so that I’m wide open and exposed fully.
Stefan positions his body between my legs, but then he climbs over me to bring his lips to my neck and he starts to kiss it, his lips grazing me with light pecks at first, then torturous suckles.
The feeling of his soft lips and his warm, wet tongue on my sensitive neck makes me moan and squirm uncontrollably as sharp tingles shoot to my needy pussy. Evan moans in response to my mouth’s vibration on his dick. Then he starts thrusting a little inside my mouth.
Stefan kisses from my neck down to my shoulders, and the delicate touches finally get me to relax a bit more—though my arousal starts to wind me up on another level.
I can feel my pussy start to lubricate even more, and my ache for a cock to fill me increases.
“You’re so beautiful, Sadie,” Stefan whispers, and my heart sort of soars at having the other brother admit such a thing.
Can it really be that all this time…?
I have no time to think further because Stefan’s mouth closes over one of my breasts and I realize what a glorious feeling it is to have a mouth worship my boob—warm and wet, tongue flickering.
