Romance: Yes, Stepbrother!

by Annie Valentine

  “Naw. Come on in.” Clint paused the video.

  “So, you and Halle do it last night?” Dante gently pumped the air with his crotch just in case Clint missed the meaning of his question.

  “Nope. She got stoned and drunk and passed out on the beach. She blacked out and didn’t remember telling me to leave. Got all sorts of drama shit on text this morning from her.” Clint said in disgust.

  His phone chirped again:

  “ANYTHING?????”

  “That her?” Dante asked.

  “Yeah. She feels bad. Is offering to make it up. I haven’t replied.” Clint said, still holding the phone.

  “Tell her to get her ass over here. She can service both of us as an apology.” Dante laughed at himself.

  “You would be into that? Seeing me fuck her and you getting all my sloppy seconds?” Clint screwed up his face at this friend.

  “No. I would be into you watching me fuck her, the YOU can get the sloppy seconds dude.” Dante plopped himself down in the armchair.

  “Fuck you dude. I was the one going out with her.” Clint was annoyed.

  “Was?” Dante asked.

  “Am. Was. I don’t know. Hate girl drama.” Clint stared at his phone. “What should I tell her?”

  Dante shrugged.

  “Feel better.” Clint hit send on the text.

  “Feel better?” Dante asked.

  “Yeah. Feel better. Sober up. Then I will dump her ass for being a bitchy drama queen.” Clint tossed the phone on the bed, annoyed.

  “I am sure you will find other pussy this summer. Chicks like you.” Dante smiled.

  “Yeah. More than you know.” Clint gave a conspiratorial look to his friend.

  “Shut the door.” Clint instructed. In a whisper he said, “Got to tell you something.”

  Dante got up and shut the door. “So you got new pussy last night? Who was it.” He returned to his chair.

  “Was she the bomb?” Dante smiled and raised his hand to high five his friend.

  Clint left him hanging. “New pussy, yes. But you will never guess who it was.”

  Dante went to high five again. “Awesome! Who was it? Daniella? Suri? Lola?”

  Clint shook his head with each name. Slowly he lipped, “Stephania.”

  “What the fuck dude? Really? You hit that? How the hell did that happen?” Dante was clearly jealous.

  “I came back from the beach without Halle. Stephania was up late watching porno in the living room. When I got in, she asked if I had done it with Halle. I told her no. She said she had downloaded some movies and I was welcome to stream them. Check this out!” Clint pulled up the list of movies on his television.

  “Bad MILFs? Indiana Bones? What is this?” Dante salivated at the new porn.

  Clint clicked on “Bad MILFs.”

  “It’s all this rough sex with MILFs! Like she is really into it!” Clint let the movie run to give Dante a flavor.

  “Woah! She did want you. I told you!!” Dante went to high five. This time Clint returned it. “So did you destroy that or what?”

  “It was so weird! She came in when I was beating off to one of these. She is into some weird shit. She tied me up, blindfolded me, spanked me. It was so hot man! I totally busted in her.” Clint smiled. “It’s true what they say about big girls. They are totally better in bed. You should have seen the way she sucked me off last night!”

  “Damn! I wish I could have a piece of that!” Dante was sincere about this.

  There was a knock on the door as Stephania opened it.

  “Hello Dante!” She stood there in a clingy sundress that skimmed the bottom of her ass. Her hair was still wet from her swim.

  “Morning Mrs. Lowell,” Dante smiled lasciviously at Stephania.

  She glanced at the television. “Bad MILFs” was still running. Clint saw his stepmom see the porn and blushed furiously. He scrambled to find the remote.

  “Let it run. It’s normal for young men to watch porn.” She smiled. “Clint, dear, be a good host and get Dante something to drink.”

  “Yes, sorry.” Clint got out of bed and wrapped his robe around him. When he stood up, he was sporting a semi, which both Stephania and Dante noticed. He hurried out of the room.

  Stephania closed the door behind her stepson.

  Chapter Four

  “So, Dante. I assume Clint mentioned what happened last night?” She walked over to the six foot four inch eighteen-year-old who now felt very small in her space.

  Dante looked down, “Um, yeah.”

  Stephania reached out and ran her hand over Dante’s crotch. “I get the feeling you might like to get a little of this,” she ran her other hand over her breast and squeezed a nipple through the thin sundress.

  “Um… I don’t know.” Dante was suddenly very unsure of himself.

  Stephania took Dante’s hand and placed it on her breast with the now-hard nipple. “You like?”

  “I do.” Dante replied quietly.

  “So do I,” Stephania squeezed the growing erection in Dante’s shorts. “You feel like you could be a very big boy,” she squeezed harder.

  Dante choked. “I have been told that.” He blushed. Dante knew he was big. He sported a full ten-inch cock that was nearly as thick as a coke can.

  “Can I see what we are working with?” Stephania tugged at his waistband.

  “Won’t Clint come in?” Dante flashed on the conversation with Clint about a threesome and getting sloppy seconds. He might just be able to give it to Stephania before Clint got back with drinks.

  “Let me worry about that,” Stephania stepped back, ready for a show. She nodded at Dante.

  Dante pulled off his shorts. He had nothing underneath and stood there, erection already at full mast.

  “Mmmmmm… very nice.” Stephania took the ten-inch cock in her hand. “You definitely are a big one,” she smiled and stroked it. “I know what to do with this.”

  Dante stood there, not knowing what to do. Clint came back in the room carrying two Coke’s. “Whoa, sorry!” he started to back out of the room.

  “Not so fast, mister. Come in here.” Stephania took total control.

  Dante and Clint exchanged slightly terrified looks. Clint worked to avoid looking at Dante’s giant erection.

  “Set the drinks on the table.” Stephania instructed.

  Almost as if he were now an automaton, Clint sat the drinks on the coffee table next to the chair in his room.

  “Good boy. Now, get rid of that robe and those boxers.” Stephania instructed.

  Clint looked at Dante for help or permission. Dante returned the confused look.

  “I told you to strip.” Stephania commanded. “Do you need a little encouragement?” she asked.

  Clint stood there, looking at his friend now just in a t-shirt and his stepmom in her skimpy sundress. Stephania pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the chair. She stood there in her full glory. Pale white skin, thick thighs, the scorpion tattoo that extended from her knee to her hip. Clint realized for the first time one of the scorpion’s claws was grasping her pussy and the other was reaching for her ass. Her pink nipples were large and rock hard. His erection started to grow.

  Clint dropped his robe to the floor and removed his boxers. He became very aware that he was standing in his bedroom, fully erect with his best friend and stepmom who were both naked. His whole body flushed. He worried about his cock in comparison to Dante’s. He was rocking eight inches, but it was both thinner and shorter than his friend’s.

  “That’s a good boy,” Stephania walked over to him and stroked his erection, bringing it to its full engorgement. “You are both big boys. I may need to be warmed up a bit before I can take those nice large cocks. You need to get me wet.”

  “I think we need to play a game.” She smiled at the boys.

  “Okay!” Dante said with a little too much enthusiasm.

  “I want to see which one of you is better at turning me on. The winner gets a blowj
ob, the loser, well he will be punished for failing to perform. You in?” Her eyes sparkled at the two young men. They both nodded.

  “Ok. Clint, since you got a taste last night, you go second. I want you to sit in that chair and turn up the television. Keep yourself excited while Dante and I get to know each other.” She waved her stepson to his assigned spot.

  Clint took a seat and turned up the porn. The woman on screen had bound a young male actor with bungee cords to a tree and was giving him a vigorous blowjob. Clint started to slowly stroke his cock.

  Stephania walked over to Dante and began to trail her fingers over his chest. “So, you think you are up to the task?” she chided.

  “I think I am,” Dante reached his arms around Stephania’s waist and pulled her close for a kiss. Stephania pushed back.

  “I see that Clint didn’t tell you about the rules of this,” she shot an amused look at her stepson now stroking himself to porn. “I am in control here. You get to serve me.”

  Dante looked slightly confused.

  “Start with trying to turn me on by playing with my breasts,” Stephania ran her fingers around her nipples.

  Dante steadied himself by placing a hand on her waist and licking her nipples. Stephania wrapped her fingers in his thick curly hair and pulled his face into her breasts. Dante licked obediently until he began to gasp for air. She let him up.

  “Mmmm, that was okay, I guess,” she said through pouty lips, “But you are treating me like I am one of your delicate little high school girls. Dante, I am a woman. I need a bit stronger touch. Remember, you won’t break me.” She grabbed his hair and pulled him back to her chest.

  Dante licked more vigorously. When Stephania did not respond with more than a “hmmm,” Dante began to nibble at her nipples. “That is a little better,” she said. “But I think you have more than that to give me.”

  Dante bit down, keeping Stephania’s nipple between his teeth. She moaned loudly and pressed her hips forward, “That’s it. Now you are getting it.” She used his hair like a handle to move his mouth to her other breast. Dante bit her again. “Ah yeah, that’s what I like.”

  “Be a doll and let me see if you can multitask. Can you also play with my pussy?” Stephania gave a bit of instruction.

  Dante nodded with her breast still in his mouth and slipped a finger between her wet lower lips. Her pussy was dripping. He sought out her clit. His thick fingers made finding it a little easier.

  “There you go,” Stephania ruffled his hair when he finally located her engorged clit. He rubbed it violently while biting her nipples. “Not so hard! You have to take your time and enjoy this,” Stephania pulled her hips back.

  Dante eased his strokes and licked the now red nipples. Stephania began to moan. “You did a pretty good job. But I don’t think my pussy can take that thick cock yet. I think it’s time to see what Clint can do.”

  Chapter Five

  “Lay on the bed, on your back,” she gave him what he was looking for.

  Dante lay in the middle of the bed.

  “Move to the side. We will have to eventually make room,” she motioned for him to move left. Dante scooted over. Stephania retrieved the belt from Clint’s bathrobe. She walked back to Dante and began to fasten his hands together and then to the bed frame. She looked over at Clint, “Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?”

  Clint realized he had become entranced with that was happening between his stepmom and best friend and was just sitting and staring at them. He reached back for his cock and began to stroke it again.

  “That’s better,” Stephania approved as she finished tying Dante to the bed. “Now, come over here.”

  Clint walked over to the bed. Stephania indicated that he needed to lie next to Dante. Stephania looked at him.

  “You already know the rules. Now I want to give you a little challenge this morning.” Stephania retrieved a necktie from the rack in Clint’s closet. She fastened his hands together and then to the bed frame.

  The two friends looked at each other with excitement and a bit a fear.

  “Let’s find out what your oral skills are like.” Stephania smiled at Clint. She knelt over his chest and shoved her pussy in his face.

  Her warm sweet smell caused Clint’s erection to dance. He buried his face deep in her folds and began to lick. Stephania repositioned herself to give Clint more access to her clit. As she rubbed on his face and tongue, she stroked Dante’s thighs. She reached over and started to stroke Dante’s cock in time with Clint’s licking.

  “God this is hot!” Dante exclaimed.

  “Eat my ass,” Stephania instructed and repositioned herself over Clint’s face.

  Clint froze. He had never eaten ass before and he feared it would literally taste like shit. He recoiled at the idea.

  “I said, eat my ass,” Stephania lowered her ass near Clint’s face.

  Clint gingerly stuck out his tongue and prayed for the best. He licked her ass cheek. It was sweet and salty and tasted like her pussy. He ventured further. When his tongue hit the folds of skin near her tight little hole, Clint was shocked. It tasted like skin. He licked it slowly.

  “That’s a good boy. That will make me open up nicely,” Stephania cooed softly.

  Stephania sat up and dismounted from Clint. “Not bad, but you could use a little practice,” She critiqued with a smile.

  The two men looked at each other, wondering what would come next.

  Stephania walked back to Clint’s closet. She disappeared into the walk-in and reappeared with a ping-pong paddle and a necktie.

  “What is that?” Dante asked.

  “It is the leftovers from a beer pong set up I believe,” Stephania tapped the paddle gently against her palm.

  Dante gave her a very confused look. She walked back to the bed. “Both of you, spread your legs.” Fear shot through both young men. Stephania’s look told them that they better do what she instructed.

  Dante and Clint opened their legs, jumping when they initially touched each other. She tied their adjacent legs together. “Now keep them open,” Stephania instructed.

  She began with Dante. She gently tapped his inner thighs with the paddle. She worked it up from just above the knee right up to the base of his crotch. Dante watched with anticipation. As she worked back down the strokes got harder. He began to close his legs. Clint tugged back on the adjoined legs inadvertently forcing Dante to keep his thighs wide apart.

  “I told you to keep them open,” she corrected. The paddle tapped his balls.

  “What the hell!” Dante exclaimed.

  “I told both of you, if you don’t please me, you will get punished. Besides, that is just a love tap. It couldn’t be too bad. Your mister wiggly is still looking right at me,” she licked her index finger and ran it around the tip of his erection.

  Dante’s dick twitched. “He likes that!” she smiled.

  Stephania bent over and swallowed Dante’s cock. She braced herself on the bed and pushed his large head down her throat.

  “Oh Jesus!” Dante exclaimed. Stephania continued to suck on him until he was rock hard.

  She stood up. “I think I may need a little more attention.” Stephania kneeled over Dante and sunk his cock deep into her. Dante moaned. Clint watched with fascination.

  “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten you.” Stephania smiled at Clint as she rode his friend. She reached over and started to stroke Clint’s hard cock.

  Dante began to groan as he felt an orgasm build.

  “Not yet, young man.” Stephania rock up on her knees and Dante’s wet cock hit his hard abs. “Now Clint, we need to try something a little different.”

  Clint looked at her with eager anticipation. Stephania disappeared into his closet again. She reappeared with two leather belts. Clint’s eyes grew wide. He had only been spanked by a belt once. He had been eight and had angered his grandfather. It was not a pleasant experience.

  She unbound their legs. Stephania slid one of th
e belts beneath Clint’s left thigh and pulled upward. She secured the belt around the headboard, forcing Clint to rock backward and thrust his ass in the air. She took the second belt and secured his other leg.

  Clint looked at Dante and exchanged a “What the hell?” expression.

  “You responded so well to your spanking last night, I thought we might try it again.” Stephania patted his exposed ass with her palm. She delivered a few quick, firm strokes. Clint moaned with appreciation. Stephania took that as a cue and picked up the ping pong paddle. She delivered a set of increasingly firm strokes. When the strokes became solid on his warm ass, Clint cried out in pain.

  Stephania put the paddle down and briskly rubbed his bright red ass. “You were a very good boy and took your spanking. Now, where do you keep your lube?” She began to open the drawer on his night table.

  “My what?” Clint asked.

  “Lube, dear. You know, to make jerking off easier.” Clint looked at her embarrassed that she knew he must have some. He nodded at the bedside table drawer.

  Stephania pulled out a bottle of lube and clicked open the cap. She drizzled a bit in her hand. Clint prepared for a silky hand job.

  Instead, he felt Stephania’s finger running around his tight asshole. “Wait! I’m not gay!” Clint protested.

  “You don’t have to be gay to like a little butt play. Just relax.” She continued to gently stroke the outside of his tight hole. She placed her hand on his chest, “Breathe,” and her finger found its way in to the first knuckle.

  Clint gasped. Stephania moved in microscopic strokes. Clint began to enjoy the sensation. She pushed in deeper as his ass opened to her. Panic shot through Clint’s brain but was immediately replaced with ecstasy and Stephania found his prostate. “

  What the hell? Oh god, that is good!” Clint exclaimed.

  Stephania’s other hand found his cock and stroked it. Clint moaned and pulled against the belts around his thighs. “You gonna come for me?” Stephania looked at him.