The next day I got dressed in a small dress and red lipstick. I had a date coming to pick me up and I knew it would drive my stepbrother wild to see me with this particular date. I walked out of my room into the long hallway. Austin came out of his room when he heard my door open. I knew he walking behind me. I dropped my keys in front of me and bent over to pick them up. My dress was short and I was not wearing panties, so when I bent over I gave Austin a full view. I heard him gasp behind me, but I didn’t respond to it. I smiled to myself as I stood up. I walked into the living room where our parents sat watching television.
“I’ll be back later!” I yelled at them.
There was a car honk from outside. Austin went to the door and looked out. I walked up next to him.
“Excuse me, can I get by? My date is here,” I said as I squeezed by him trying to get out the door.
“Is that Jacob?” he asked shocked.
“Yeah, we hang out sometimes,” I said and winked at him to let him know that I was indeed fucking Jacob.
Austin’s face changed to anger. Jacob was his enemy in high school. They hated each other and often got into fights. This was the second part of my plan. I knew that Austin knowing that I was allowing Jacob to fuck me and do things to me would make him notice me as a woman once and for all. By the look on his face it seemed to be working.
I skipped out the door to the car. I knew Austin was watching. I leaned into the passenger car window and said a few tantalizing things to Jacob. Then I opened the door and got in, but I didn’t close the door, not yet. I left it open so that Austin could see me. Jacob put his hand on my thigh and I leaned over and gave him a deep French kiss that lasted almost a minute. Then we pulled away. Jacob leaned over and gave Austin a knowing nod. I closed the door and we drove off. I was beyond smug and arrogant about my performance. It was the perfect plan and it worked. Austin’s rage at me being with his enemy would definitely get him to notice me more. It would get him to see me as woman.
Later that night I quietly snuck back into our house at three in the morning. I had spent the entire day and night at Jacob’s apartment. I enjoyed being with Jacob as he was very attractive and fun to be with, but he did not hold the same intrigue for me as Austin did. Austin was in fact my stepbrother and I had been fantasizing about him for so many years that it had taken on a life of its own. I was determined to make those fantasies come true.
The front door creaked open and I shut it behind me as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to wake anyone at this hour. I made it to my room and all I could think about was a hot shower. I had just had hours and hours of sex with Jacob and I could smell him all over me. I was lucky enough to have my own master suite of a room with my own private bathroom. I ran the shower until steam filled the bathroom and I undressed and stepped in. I took my time washing my body and hair when suddenly the shower curtain drew back. At first I was startled, then through the thick steam, I saw Austin standing there. I didn’t know how long he had been there watching me shower and because this was not part of my plan, I was caught off guard. Suddenly he was in control and I felt like the scared little girl. This was not part of my plan. What if we got caught? Was I really ready to take this step? I had been teasing and playing towards it, but now this was real.
He looked at me with a dark look in his eyes.
“Did you fuck him?” he asked.
“What are you doing? Get out of here.” I said.
He looked at me again in anger and turned and walked out. What had just happened? I was in shock. That was not the sexy way it was suppose to go. He was supposed to see me and have desire for me and not be that angry. I guess my plan to make him mad worked too well.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. Then I did something stupid. I knocked on his door, lightly.
CHAPTER TWO
Torment
“Come in,” Austin said.
I opened the door and closed it behind me, and then I locked it.
“Tell me what Jacob did,” he asked.
“He fucked me,” I said.
“What else?”
“He licked me.”
“Where?”
“Right here.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Did you put his cock in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Show me?”
“I'm shy,” I whispered.
“Don't play that game with me,” he said. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing. Your tits through your wet t-shirt and bending down in front of me, I know you want to fuck me,” he said.
I swallowed hard and then shook my head yes.
He stood up in front of me, untied the drawstring and pulled down his pajama pants. I gasped at the sight of his cock. It was standing straight up and it was hard and pink. It was fat and wide and the skin was smooth. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted my stepbrother. This was what I had been planning for and I had won. Yet, I was shaking with fear. I was fighting internally because I knew it was wrong, but it being wrong was what made it so exciting. It made it hot. He was the only man I could fuck that it would be this taboo with. He was the only man that I had yearned for, for years. Now, it was all happening. I needed to go through with this.
I knelt down in front of him and took his large cock in my small hand. It was long and dark surrounded by dark curls. I had been waiting for this moment for so long. I finally let myself go and decided to just enjoy it. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and sucked on it lightly. Austin grabbed onto the bed rail and braced himself as he looked down at me. I slid his cock further into my mouth and then slid it out. I moved back and forth in rhythm on his cock until he stopped me.
“Stand up,” he said.
I stood up and he pulled the towel off my wet body. He looked at me up and down and bit his lower lip. Then, he kissed me deeply on my mouth. I gasped and kissed him back. I ran my hands down his hard chest and around his back. I cupped his ass in my hands and squeezed.
“You are a woman now,” he whispered to me.
“I know,” I said.
He ran his mouth down my neck and over my breasts. His full lips pulled on the tips of my nipples and I threw my head back in ecstasy. Then he stopped abruptly. He took a few steps back away from me and the look on his face was pure horror.
“Get out,” he said sternly.
“But you said…” I whispered.
“Get out, this is wrong,” he said turning away from me.
I ran out of his room and into mine. I cried myself to sleep. I felt so humiliated. My plan had worked but not in the way I wanted it too. This was a mess.
The next day I stayed in my room as long as I could. It was pouring rain outside and the temperature had dropped drastically because of it. It was always like that here, it could be hot one day and then very cold and rainy the next. I had missed breakfast, then around lunch I was starving and couldn’t take it anymore. The house sounded quiet so I tiptoed out of my room.
“It’s after noon,” I heard a stern voice say.
I turned to see Austin at the table eating lunch and reading the business section of the newspaper. He held it high over his face blocking his view of me. He didn’t put the paper down or make eye contact with me.
“And?”
“Don’t you think you should be doing something with yourself? Preparing for college? It’s not all parties and sex you know. It’s a lot of work.”
I gave him a dirty look, “What? Leave me alone. Don’t boss me around.”
“Your parents aren’t here or they would tell you the same thing.”
“Where are they?”
“They went to Aunt Hedy’s for the day.”
“Well, what I do with my life is none of your business. Now if you’ll leave me alone I’d like to have some coffee and wake up.”
I was infuriated. How dare he? Who did he think he was? I was boiling with anger.
“As long as
you’re living in this house you will do as I say. I’m the older stepbrother here,” he put down the newspaper in a stern gesture.
“Then I won’t live in this house!” I slammed the coffee cup down and ran upstairs. I threw on some clothes and boots. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I slammed the heavy door and walked in the pouring rain down the sidewalk. I would not stay in this house another minute. I had already humiliated myself the night before and now Austin was being a jerk. The rain beat down on me and it was ice cold. I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let that jerk control my life. I heard the door slam behind me. Unbelievable! Austin was coming after me.
“Leave me alone! I’m leaving!” I yelled at him through the rain.
There was anger in his eyes. He didn’t say anything. He picked me up and flung me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? Put me down!” I kicked and screamed.
He didn’t budge. He continued to hold me over his shoulder and stomped in the rain back toward the door. Once we were inside he carried me all the way over to the roaring fire in the dining room. I was beyond angry.
“Dry yourself off. You’ll catch your death. I’ll get some towels,” he left the room.
As soon as I moved in front of the fire I realized just how cold I was. My t-shirt was soaked through and my nipples were hard. I was shivering and goose bumps covered my body.
“Take off your clothes,” Austin said as he came back in the room. He threw a robe and a few plush towels at me.
I wanted to argue, but I was so cold I didn’t bother. I wrapped a towel around me and undressed under it. I could feel Austin watching me. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I felt ashamed that I liked it. He was my stepbrother after all. I struggled with peeling off my wet jeans and my towel dropped. I quickly grabbed it off the floor but not after hearing a gasp come from Austin. He quickly left the room. I pulled on the robe and dried my hair.
A few minutes later he came in with a trey of hot tea and soup. He set it down on the table and left with out a word. I drank the tea and ate the soup and I started to feel better. I knew it was stupid of me to go out in the cold rain, but I was so angry. I was a very irrational person when I was angry.
I didn’t see Austin the rest of the day. He didn’t even show for dinner once our parents returned. I assumed he was really angry with me for everything that had happened. I had turned him into a tormented man wanting to fuck me. I did that, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let him control me.
That night I went to bed feeling confused by the encounter we had earlier in the day. I couldn’t stop thinking about him soaking wet with his dark hair stuck to his face. It was making me feel all those things that I should not be feeling. I wanted him to take me when I dropped my towel, but then I did not want him to take me, because it was wrong and it tormented him. I had never been so conflicted in my life. I fell asleep thinking about him. I don’t know how long I was asleep when I felt the mattress move under me slightly. I opened my eyes and saw Austin sitting on the edge of the bed in his robe. I had been wanting this, but I didn’t expect it. He didn’t say a word, but leaned over me and kissed me. I didn’t stop him.
His hands moved under the covers and found the mounds of my breasts. I moaned in response. His fingers pinched softly at my nipples as his tongue explored my mouth. I knew that I should stop. It was so wrong, but I couldn’t. I had already had a taste of it, and I couldn’t stop now. He pulled at his robe and took it off. In the dim light of my room I could see his strong toned body. I was excited and scared at the same time. We said nothing. In seconds his naked warm body was on top of mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed his hands under my bottom. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed him. I needed him badly. He seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm for his body. There was no time for foreplay. We were both ready for it. I grabbed his hard shaft.
Then the shame set in. I felt shameful that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop doing this, stepbrother or not. I was in deep. Then once again he stopped. He pulled away. I couldn’t believe he was doing this again. He didn’t say a word. He put on his robe and walked out of my room. He left me there.
When I woke up the next day he was gone. Austin was not in the house. Panic started to set in. He told our parents he was off visiting a friend for a few days. I couldn’t handle the anxiety. I paced up and down the road. I paced up and down the massive house. I didn’t know how to handle this. Finally on the second night I heard Austin enter the house. It was late. I was in my bedroom sitting on the floor looking at magazines. He walked by and stopped in the hallway and looked at me. Then he kept walking to his room. I was relieved he was back, but now I was anxious.
A few hours passed and everyone went to sleep. I was restless of course. I waited up to see if he would come to my room again. Then there was a light knock on my door.
“Come in,” I said.
He entered and looked at me with a very serious look. As soon as he entered I felt aroused by his presence. The fact that we were in my bedroom didn’t help the situation. I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted him to fuck me hard.
“Melissa,” he said.
“Yes, Austin.”
“Do you hate me? For what I did to you?” he asked.
“No, actually I liked it.”
He looked at me and his eyes sparkled with lust. I knew he was testing the waters.
“You did?” he continued.
“Yes, I liked it.”
“What did you like?”
“I liked having your mouth on my body.”
“Fuck, when you talk like that I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard. It’s wrong though. We shouldn’t do it.”
“I know, but that’s why it feels so good. Don’t you agree?”
“I agree more than you can know. You see, a man in my position has had every experience there is, sexually. Nothing is new anymore. It has become mundane and boring, even orgies with as many girls as I want. The thought of having sex with ...you has taken over my mind ever since I saw you wet washing the car. I wanted to do things to you right then and there. I couldn’t control myself, and finally I ended up in your room. There was nothing else like that experience. Now, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s become an obsession. That’s why I left.”
“An obsession or a fetish?” I asked.
“Both, its taboo. It’s hotter than anything that will ever happen to me.”
“And when it’s over? You will never be satisfied again? Nothing will be kinky enough for you?” I asked.
He looked at me and frowned. “I don’t want to think of that now.”
“You will have to think of it at some point.”
“Yes, but not now. Right now all I want to do is lick you. I want to put my cock in your mouth. I want to fuck you .”
Austin moved his mouth across my lips, brushing them lightly. His mouth was soft. My hands had a mind of their own as they reached up and touched his chest. I wanted to feel the stiffness of his chest. I had been daydreaming about it. Austin must have seen this as an encouragement because he put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me against him. I could feel his hard cock on me. It made me instantly aroused to know that he was already hard. I gasped at his aggressive move. He trailed kisses down my neck and then slowly licked me.
“I want you to lick me. Please lick me.”
That was enough. The anticipation was building inside me and was enough to make me wet.
Austin covered my mouth with his and parted my lips with his tongue. His kiss was deep and passionate and his breathing was growing heavy.
Then he pulled away completely and took a few steps back. I was left standing there with my mouth open and wanting more. I was in shock, was he leaving again? He couldn’t keep teasing me like this. I would die from it. Then he smiled and looked at me up and down.
Austin looked at me and grinned with a confident smirk. I hated letting him have that power over me, but I couldn’t stop it. I
was hypnotized by lust for this attractive man, my stepbrother.
“Take your nightgown off,” he said.
I swallowed hard. I pulled the silky nightgown over my head and was now completely naked. It felt good to be naked in front of him. I wanted him to see me, all of me for the woman I had become.
“Damn you are absolutely beautiful Melissa.”
He moved his gaze to my breasts and then rubbed his rock hard cock that reached far down his thigh.
“Your tits are perfect,” he said. I bit my lower lip. I was so wet I could feel it start to drip down my inner thigh.
“Stand up,” he said.
He grabbed my hands and helped me up to my feet.
Austin pushed me against the wall and picked me up cupping my ass in his hands. I wrapped my legs around him. He positioned himself and placed the tip of his cock inside me. Then he pulled me lower and down on top of it. I pushed my face against his shoulder to keep me from yelling out. We absolutely needed to stay quiet. A grunt left his mouth as he savored the moment he was fully inside of me. It was intoxicating to feel him inside of me finally after all this time. Austin grabbed my ass holding me up and opening me. He was strong and it was easy for him to hold me against the wall. Then he moved his hips back and forth fast. His cock slid in and out of me rapidly and held onto his arms squeezing his flesh in my fist. It was all I could do to not yell out in pleasure. His cock reached the far depths of me and it was unlike anything that I had ever felt before. I had never felt dirtier.
“Fuck. Damn, your fucking tight Melissa,” he whispered.
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