by Sophia Taboo
This is going to be an interesting summer, she mused wistfully before darkness enveloped her sleeping form.
Stepbrother's Illicit Toy
New York City swirled around me in an ever-constant busy flow of people as I rode in the backseat of a taxi from the airport to my stepbrother's apartment. I couldn't believe that even at 6:00 in the evening there were this many people moving quickly through the streets. I clutched my purse tightly to my body and anticipated what it would be like to live here. After growing up in a small town in upstate New York, this was a far cry from the life I was used to. I even went to college in a small farm town where our idea of fun was trying to get into a townie bar with a fake ID or partying by a bonfire on a back road. None of that life existed here.
My stepbrother Brett moved to New York four years ago after graduating from college with a business degree. He got his Master's in the city and found a job as a junior executive with a big firm not long after. He was 26, had an amazing apartment in Manhattan, and this was the first time I had traveled here without my mother and his father. Our parents married when I was 12 and he was 16, so we lived in the same house for two years before he left for college. I was a little girl to him, and Brett always ignored me. I always daydreamed about dating one of his friends, but they didn't give me a second look. Now at 22, I doubt anyone would recognize me that knew me back then. I never had to seek out male attention, but most of the guys that approached me were assholes with money who wanted me to be arm candy. I never wanted to be a trophy wife.
I was in New York for an interview at a fashion magazine. I would just be starting out as a measly assistant, but it was a coveted position. It would help me get my foot in the door. I wanted to write about fashion for a living, and I figured I would do just about anything to get there. This was my big chance, and if I failed, I would have to go back to upstate NY. I might have no choice but to be a trophy wife. When the driver pulled up in front of Brett's high-rise apartment, I suddenly felt nervous. We kept in contact here and there via e-mail, and I saw him at Christmas, but I felt like I barely knew him. My parents were nervous about me coming to the city alone, so he agreed to let me stay with him. He had an extra bedroom and plenty of space for me. I paid the driver and headed toward the door, wheeling my small suitcase behind me. I felt so out of place in this big, bustling city that I almost didn't get out of the cab. It would be so much easier to just go back home, but that would make me a coward. I had to at least give this a try.
The doorman took my bag and led the way to the elevator. He pushed the button for the eighth floor, and we rode in silence. When the elevator opened, he turned to the left and walked down the brightly lit hallway. He stopped at apartment 806, left my suitcase, and was on his way back down to the lobby. I knocked timidly on the door, and nothing happened. I knocked louder and could hear movement from inside. When the door opened, Brett stood there in a white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. His navy blue tie was loose around his neck, and his black hair was a little on the messy side. He was on the phone, so he held up a finger to signal that he would be with me in a minute. He stepped aside to let me in and closed the door behind me. I stepped into his huge apartment and was immediately struck by the huge, uncovered windows in his living, kitchen, and dining room. I could see the lights from other buildings and people moving inside them. While he finished his call, I went to over to the window and looked down to see all of the sights of downtown Manhattan. It was hard to believe my stepbrother was successful enough to live in a place like this.
"So sorry about that, Kari. Business always follows me home. I see you found your way here okay from the airport."
"Yes, I just took a cab, and it brought me right to your building. Pretty easy."
"Well, you better call your mother. She has been calling and texting me for two hours asking if you arrived yet. She's still pissed that I couldn't pick you up at the airport. But I had a big meeting that I couldn't miss."
"It's no big deal. I'm 22, not 12. I can handle myself now. Maybe someday she will be able to let go."
"I doubt it." His mouth turned up into a sexy smile, and I smiled back. There had to be women trying to break down his door. He was such a good looking, successful, well-educated man. I was shocked that he didn't have a girlfriend. Mom always said Brett was married to his job, and I could understand that. I was just as driven as he was to be successful.
"Well, my interview is a 9:00 tomorrow morning a couple of blocks away. I promise to stay out of your way until then."
"You're not in the way at all. Let me show you to the guest room."
I followed him down a hallway. There were three doors. One was to a large guest bathroom. I guessed the other one must have been his room, but the door was closed. The third door was my room. It was decorated in light blues and greens with a queen size bed, a dresser, and a desk. The bed had several decorative pillows, and the comforter was covered in green and blue flowers. It was beautifully understated, and I was excited to spend the night there.
"The guest bathroom in the hallway is stocked with everything you should need. The refrigerator is also full of food and drinks. I made sure my assistant prepared well for your visit."
"Thank you so much for letting me stay with you, Brett. It's really good to see you."
"It's no problem at all. I'm glad I could help. I have missed you. I know we've never been that close because of our age difference. I feel bad about that."
"It's fine. That's just the way things go. It's never easy to take on a new family and all of that when you're a kid. I struggled with it, too."
"Well, you certainly turned out just fine. I heard your grades were impressive. I have every faith that you will do great tomorrow. Just be yourself. I remember being in your shoes a few years ago. Be prepared to work hard, and you'll do fine."
"I appreciate it, Brett." He tilted his head to the side a bit and just looked at me. For a second, I thought I saw something very non-brotherly pass across his face, but I dismissed it.
"I just can't believe how grown up you are. You've turned into quite a beauty. Your looks will certainly help you get ahead in the fashion industry. Just watch out for men who only want you for your looks and make you promises they won't keep."
"I promise to be careful."
"Well, good. I will leave you to get settled in. Unfortunately, I have to head out for a dinner meeting with a client. I might be late, so help yourself to anything in the fridge. I will try to be quiet when I get home so I don't wake you. Will you be okay on your own?"
"I will be fine, Brett. Thank you for worrying about me. And don't worry about being quiet. I can sleep through anything."
"Great, I will see you in the morning then. Have a good night."
"You too."
He went into his room and I could only catch a quick glimpse of black and red before the door shut quickly behind him. I started to unpack my things and put them away in the guest room, hanging my business suit up in the small closet. After a few minutes, he emerged from his room in black slacks and a royal blue shirt. His shoes were shiny, black, and looked quite expensive. Brett looked like he just walked out of an ad for men's cologne. Tall, muscular, powerful, and I could smell his musky scent from across the hall. There had to be women crawling at his feet on a daily basis. I was shocked to find myself so attracted to him. It was wrong on every level, so I tried to push it from my mind. He didn't talk to me because he had no idea I was watching him. He grabbed his keys and slipped quietly out the door, locking it behind him.
Once I was done unpacking, I changed into some short pajama shorts and a tank top. He did say to make myself at home. I threw my hair up into a messy bun on my head and headed for the kitchen. When I opened the fridge, I couldn't believe the amount of food that was in it for one person. There were all different kinds of sandwich meat and ready-made salads. There was water, soda, juice, beer, and several other types of beverages. My stomach was feeling a little off because I was so
nervous about my interview, so I grabbed a small salad and a water. After I ate about half the salad, I cleaned up and went into the living room. Everything was in perfect order. Brett had a TV the size of a small movie screen hanging over the fireplace. The cabinet nearby held an iPod stereo, several gaming systems, and a blu-ray player. It was a dream home for any bachelor. There was also a small bar in the corner of the room that held every type of top-shelf liquor one could want. I assumed he entertained clients at home, but maybe he also entertained women. The thought of some beautiful woman in my stepbrother's apartment hit me hard. Why was I feeling so jealous over someone who was practically related to me?
I sat down on the large leather sofa and started to flip through the channels for something interesting to watch that might take my mind off the inappropriate thoughts of Brett that kept running through my head. I settled on a chick-flick and watched it until the end. By then, it was after 10:00, and I was feeling somewhat sleepy. I headed back toward my bedroom, stopping in the bathroom to wash up.
I found the toothbrush and toothpaste, and he even had the cleanser I liked to use on my face. I wondered if he had spoken to my mother about it. I used one of his fluffy, white towels to dry my face and hands. It was kind of like staying in a five-star hotel without having to pay the big price. Brett had great taste, and he obviously liked to show off the money he worked so hard for. As I left the bathroom, my eyes wandered over to Brett's closed bedroom door. I was dying to know how he decorated it and why it was the only door in the apartment that he left closed. My curiosity got the best of me and I reached for the door knob. I was thoroughly disappointed when I found that it was locked. Maybe he just really liked his privacy, but I doubted it. He must have been hiding something in there, but it was obvious I wasn't going to find out what that was at the moment. I made my way back to the guest room to settle in for the night. The bedroom also had a large TV, so I turned off the lights, snuggled under the huge comforter, and started watching some reality show on Bravo. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I opened my eyes, the TV was showing an infomercial about a home gym. The clock said 1:30 am, and I realized I was awakened by the sounds of someone moving around the apartment. I was a bit frightened since I didn't know if it was Brett, so I crept out of bed and over to my open door. The lights were on in the kitchen and living room. I started moving quietly down the hallway and found Brett standing in the kitchen in just a pair of mesh shorts. He was drinking water, and when he brought the bottle to his lips, the muscles in his back flexed, giving me a show of his perfection. I was suddenly embarrassed to be ogling him, so I turned to creep back to bed. I didn't get very far when I heard his voice behind me.
"Is everything okay, Kari?"
"Yes, I just heard noises out here and was a little scared that it was someone else. I'm sorry to bother you. I'll go back to bed."
"You're not bothering me. I'm sorry I woke you. You certainly need your rest for tomorrow morning." As he was talking to me, I couldn't help but notice his eyes trail down my scantily clad body. I was braless under my tank top, and my nipples hardened under his gaze. My shorts were a little too short to be decent, and I realized at that moment that I probably should have packed something more appropriate.
"I'll be fine. I'm used to living the college lifestyle. I can perform well with very little sleep." Brett raised an eyebrow at that statement, and it hit me that I was speaking about my performance. He looked amused.
"I'm sure you perform well in many situations, Kari. Don't let me keep you from your sleep." His eyes danced with amusement as I turned bright red in front of him. He was enjoying this little game, and I was feeling like the naughty girl who got caught stealing from the cookie jar.
"I'm actually too riled up to sleep."
"Well, I was just thinking the same thing. Do you want to join me in the living room for a while? We can watch some bad TV until we get sleepy."
"Sure, that sounds good."
"After you, little sister." I hated it when he called me that, but this time, it actually turned me on. I must have been losing my mind thinking that way about Brett. If our parents ever found out that I thought this way, they would probably have me committed. I made my way into the living room and settled into the middle of the couch. He grabbed the remote and sat right next to me. There were maybe two inches separating us, and I could not get myself to calm down. He was so perfect in every way, and I hadn't had sex in a couple of months. I wanted Brett, but there was no way I would try anything with him. He went to the guide to find something to watch, and to my embarrassment, he went directly to a movie on HBO that was in the middle of a sex scene. The man had the woman bent over the back of a couch, and he was pushing into her from behind. It was hot, and it wasn't making the situation any easier. I switched positions on the couch, fidgeting to try to hide what I was feeling. I pulled at my hair tie and let my hair fell loose over my shoulders.
"You're such a tease, Kari. What's wrong? Does this movie have you a little hot and bothered? Are you nervous about watching something so dirty with me? It's kind of hot to watch you fidget. You're fucking beautiful. I still can't believe the woman you have turned into. You make me so hard."
My head shot up, and my eyes locked with his. Did he just say that to me? Was he fantasizing about me, too?
"You heard me right, Kari. Don't give me that shocked look. I could see you watching me in the kitchen. I saw the way you studied me, and that wasn't the look of an innocent girl. Have you been doing naughty things, Kari?"
"I'm sorry I was looking at you like that, Brett. I know it was wrong. You're just so hot. And it's been a while for me. I promise to never let it happen again. Please don't tell my mom."
"Of course I won't tell your mom. Because then I would have to tell her about all of the things I plan on doing to you tonight. If you're a good girl, this can be our secret."
"W-what do you mean, Brett?"
"I mean I'm going to show you my world, and you're going to obey me. Have you ever been dominated, sweet sister?"
"No. I've only been with two boys, and they were both my boyfriends. Will you hurt me?"
"Only the good kind of hurt. Come over here and sit on my lap, Kari." I hesitated for a second, and he looked pissed. "That was an order. Do it now or you will be punished."
I was a little frightened by the tone of his voice, so I moved quickly and sat on his lap. I immediately felt how rock hard and huge he was through the thin layers of clothing that separated us. I squirmed a bit it his lap, giving myself some much-needed friction.
"Did I tell you that you could move? You're asking for the switch. I would love to make that beautiful ass red." He moved me forward a little bit and gave my ass one sharp slap. It stung in the best way possible.
"Oh, so you like a little slap, do you? There's more where that came from. Stand up and get naked for me. Take everything off. Now."
I was too afraid to speak, fearing that it might make him angry. I stood up and pulled my tank top over my head, revealing my full breasts to him for the first time. Then I pushed down my shorts and thong, kicking them to the side. I stood there completely bare under my stepbrother's watchful eye. I felt shy and sexy all at once. I was already dripping wet for him.
"Look at that perfect fucking body. Exactly what I like. Who knew my stepsister was such a hot little vixen? Come over here and get on your knees in front of me, Kari."
I obeyed and got on my knees between his legs. He smelled and looked so good that my sex was aching for him.
"Undress me. Take my cock out and pleasure me. I'm not asking. Do it now. And it better be good."
I wrapped my small fingers around the waist of his shorts and pulled them down. When his cock sprang out, I gasped at its size. It had to be 10 inches long and plenty thick. I had never been with anyone this big, and I was afraid. I didn't stop, though. I pulled his shorts all the way off, and he kicked them to the side. I placed my hand at the base of his throbbing cock and ran it up and do
wn his length. It was so big around that my fingers didn't even touch. It was hot to the touch and so enormous that I couldn't help but stare.
"Put it in your mouth, my slutty sister. Taste my big cock. Pleasure me now."
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face down. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and started to suck, but that wasn't good enough for him. Brett pushed up into my mouth and shoved his cock into the back of my throat. I was gagging and tears were pouring out of my eyes. I knew I had to take it or he would punish me. But part of me liked how rough he was being. I was more turned on than anything else.
"That's right, suck my big cock. Take it in as far as you can. Use your hand to rub my balls. At some point tonight, I'm going to cum all over your face. And I'm going to cum in your sweet, tight little pussy."
"Yes," was all I could get out before he held my head in place by my hair and started fucking my face. I had to figure out how to control my breathing fast and try not to throw up as he gagged me. Brett was relentless in trying to find his release, and I knew the best thing for me to do was to just hold on and take it. He was moaning and swearing loudly now, and I knew he was close.
"Fuck! I'm cumming in your mouth, you fucking whore! Suck my big cock!" He started to cum in my mouth, then he pulled out and started shooting streams of cum on my face and tits. By the time he was done, I was completely covered in white.
"Mmm… you look even more beautiful with my cum all over your face. Now lick it off your tits. Show big brother how much you love the taste of my cum."
I pulled one of my tits to my mouth and started to lick his seed off of me. He got closer and slapped my other tit with his cock. Then he put it to my mouth to clean.
