by Zoe Davis
I wondered how on earth fighting could be considered relaxing.
“But I got really hooked on the thrill; I ended up forming my own fighting group and we even competed for a short time,” he finished.
It was yet another surprise and notable deviation from the immature kid I’d known in high school.
And while Brandon was intimidating with his wide shoulders and big biceps, he also had the carefree personality of some harmless beach bum. I could tell he was strong, but I trusted in that strength. I felt like he could protect me.
When he told me about the fighting group though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t suddenly feel a warm buzz rushing throughout my body, down to my clit. A sensual electricity sparked and fired and in that moment I would’ve given anything to be making out with Brandon.
There didn’t seem to be anything that my stepbrother wasn’t great at; I wondered how he was at sex. Surely he was great at that too.
I mulled it around in my mind, biting my lip as he went on about his most memorable fights. But I couldn’t entertain the thought for long without being overcome with guilt. Get it together, I scolded myself. I couldn’t handle the hot desire anymore and he was my stepbrother. This had to stop.
“Uh, I’ve got some homework I really should get to” I told Brandon, suddenly. I hopped up and quickly rushed to the stairs.
“It’s cool. I’ll see you in the morning, then” he said. Then I watched him stretch his tight body as he reclined back on the couch. Somehow I found the will to march up to my room.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered to myself in excitement after closing my bedroom door behind me. I propped my back against it and slowly slid down until my butt was sitting on the floor up against it.
My body was on fire and I had to do something. Surely just thinking about my stepbrother is okay? I took the gamble. My fingers, already horny, were ready to supply my body with the release it’d craved since my sizzling hot stepbrother showed up.
I locked my door just to be safe, before tugging my shorts all the way down my legs and sinking my fingers beneath my panties, onto my clit. One hand played while the other sensually rubbed my neck. My heart was beating quickly and the slightest sound startled me, but the excitement was worth everything.
I was grinding my hand as I let my eyes close, and I imagined sexy Brandon standing over my own sexy body. His chest was completely exposed, save for his tattoos and the dog tag jangling against his strong chest. Sweating, he panted from having just won a fight as he embraced me.
Yeah, I was his stepsister and he was off limits to me, and yes, I was way too nerdy and young for him anyway; but in my fantasies none of that mattered. I was free to be taken and caressed and fucked hard.
And nothing could stop the Brandon of my dirty desires from doing these things to me. He pressed his warmth against me as I imagined the feeling of his hard rod pushing into my thigh.
As his hands cupped my warm breasts, I let out a moan through our kissing. I then reached for his waist and pulled him closer, kissing harder. He stopped just a moment and I couldn’t stop imagining his six pack.
He is so fucking hot, I think to myself as I gently circle my clit.
There before me was my naked stepbrother with rock hard abs and bulging muscles. Before I could stare too long Brandon passionately attacked me again with his lips and I imagined my breasts grazing his chest in our embrace.
Brandon laid me down with strong hands on the bed and crawled on top of me. He found my hands and bent my arms above my head, interlocking fingers.
Brandon resumed kissing for a moment before travelling down my neck and to my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. I moaned at the thought of Brandon starting to tease my nipples.
I quivered at the thought of him biting and pinching my nipples repeatedly. I simulated it by tugging on them myself. I moaned in ecstasy. His mouth must feel heavenly on me and my pussy ached for it.
He lifted from my breast and began unbuckling his belt. I eagerly jumped in to help and brushed against the bulge building in his pants. This made my stepbrother let out a soft moan.
Oh, his moan! Oh how I want to give him pleasure! I thought.
I continued caressing the monster that would soon be released, distracting him from the task of removing his jeans. I slipped a hand under his waistband to release the biggest cock I’d ever seen!
I didn’t think twice about it. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft and stroked it vigorously.
I imagined Brandon moaning while I hand fucked his huge cock. I wanted to take it into my mouth but wasn’t sure it would fit. I imagined that I didn’t have a choice.
Brandon grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off his monster. Then he reached behind my head and pulled it face to face with his hard cock. I stared, apprehensive at first, before opening my mouth to take in as much as I could. It only fit half way, but my stepbrother’s moans were well worth it. I plunged a few fingers inside my wet cunt at the thought.
I grabbed his hips as I took him in, sliding up and down his long shaft. I was smothered in the fullness of my stepbrother’s cock and I imagined running a hand up his abdomen. His muscles made my pussy clench and release. Brandon let out a muffled moan and I imagined feeling his cock twitching.
I slid my tongue up and down his shaft while twisting the base of it with my other hand. He kept his hands on my head, while he fucked my mouth silly. He pushed my head up and down his shaft faster, it felt so good. I lost control imagining Brandon dominating my mouth with his huge cock.
As he moved in and out in pleasure, he leaked pre-cum onto my tongue. Oh how I wished I could really taste it. I bet I would love the taste. He began moaning louder and thrusting harder. Every imaginary moan turned me on even more and I pushed his cock in as far as she could, sending him over the edge. Brandon pumped faster against my head.
I reached up again to his abs and pushed against him, to pull him out of my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t want you to cum this way,” I replied in my head. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
I couldn’t believe the words that escaped my mouth. He was my stepbrother.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Elle. I’m going to fuck you good.”
His eyes pierced through me again, and then he flipped me onto my stomach.
Brandon moved between my legs and stared at the glorious pussy he’d soon be fucking. My cunt juice was spilling onto the floor, and his cock wanted to fuck me so bad. He placed both hands on my hips and lifted my ass from the table toward him.
He let the head of his monster eagerly touch my soaking slit and I was already moaning. My moan was pushing Brandon over the edge. He wanted to hear me moan more so he moved his cock so my pussy rested against the base.
“Ohhh! This isn’t fair! Please fuck me!” I pleaded, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
That was it. I couldn’t take anymore, and neither could he. He slowly pushed his cock in my warm, tight pussy. Juices flowed over it as he filled me up, and the sounds I imagined my stepbrother making sent me over the edge. He grabbed my hips and pushed in and out of my cunt as fast he could, over and over, pumping harder. I followed suit with my fingers, imagining instead they were his huge cock. I moaned each time he filled me up and my tits rolled back and forth on the bed while we fucked. He pumped, in and out, in and out, focusing on my moans and my tits squished against the bed table.
I could feel my pussy throbbing and I reached back to play with my clit while I thought of Brandon pounding me.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, I thought. I can’t believe I’m masturbating to the thought of my stepbrother. I bet his cock would feel great in my pussy!
Just the thought of him pumping in and out of me with his authoritative cock made me sensitive enough to cum. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold it in.
“Ohhh, I’m going to cum!” I screamed, letting a wave of ecstasy roll
through me.
I imagined my hot stepbrother pumping faster in an attempt to cum at the same time, and my pussy nearly climaxed at the thought of a spurt of his semen shooting from his cock into my belly.
My tits were still smothered in the sheets on the bed. Brandon pulled out of my pussy, and helped me roll over.
“That was the best I’ve had in a while,” said imaginary Brandon. I was only a little shocked and smiling.
He kissed me again, but softer this time. We stuck our tongues out and let them play. Brandon rested both his hands on my breasts until I started to moan.
“Brandon, my pussy has ached for you all day,” I pretend to confess in the heat of the moment.
“All day?” he asked, confused.
I realized what I said and tried to take it back, but he wouldn’t let me and teased me about it.
“Your pussy has wanted me all day, hm?” said my stepbrother. “Well let’s not stop now.” And he smiled.
Brandon trailed kisses from my neck to my breasts, spending a moment sucking each nipple, teasing me. He moved down to my navel and kissed my stomach. I wiggled under him. My pussy throbbed for his tongue, despite having already cum once. He slowly kissed his way to my waist. He looked up at me in awe.
“You have the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen!” he announced excitedly. Embarrassed, I closed my legs to hide my wet hole.
“Not so fast,” said my stepbrother, and he tore my legs open and moved between them. With two fingers he teased my clit. He circled and massaged my pussy to warm it up again. I matched his imaginary movements with my very real fingers.
It didn’t take long. My pussy throbbed and my hips swayed. Brandon traced the line of my legs where they meet my pelvis, sending chills over my body.
“Oh god,” I said, “please, I can’t take anymore,” but he continued taunting me.
He traced the slit of my wet pussy and pushed in. This thought sent me over the edge and I started grinding against his imaginary hand and mine. He resumed position between my smooth long legs.
I lay staring down my stomach at my stepbrother.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, I thought, and desperately wanted to feel his tongue on my wet pussy. I imagined him breathing against my opening, teasing my desire.
Please, I thought, please devour me.
I pictured a warm, wet, tongue touching my clit. I moaned in ecstasy. As he skillfully circled my clit I thought this might be the single greatest moment of my life. Then I pictured a finger dip into my wet slit while my clit received tongue.
I moved with my stepbrother’s motions and rocked my hips back and forth. I grabbed my own breasts and teased my nipples. I stared down at my stepbrother’s strong dark eyes staring back at me while he licked and finger fucked my pussy.
I was in heaven. It was like a Greek god was dipping his magic fingers in and devouring my wet pussy. I reached down to grab the back of his head while he ate me out. I ran my fingers through his black hair to make sure all of this was real. Touching my stepbrother’s head while he was consuming my pussy nearly sent me over. I held his face to my cunt and moved my hips faster. My stepbrother followed my lead and pumped his fingers deeper and faster, while lapping quickly at my pussy.
“Oh! Fuck!”
I exhaled the dirty words, rubbing into my mound as my other hand massaged my breasts. My legs squirmed with excitement as I increased my intent.
My rhythm grew more intense and I grinded my clit, imagining my sexy stepbrother eating me out; his tongue lapping at my wet pussy.
Then I searched back for that memory of walking in on Brandon jacking off, and recalled the still-fresh image of his dick. I played a mental game of “pin the dick on the stud” as my brain attached the image to his current body.
Quick and furious against my swelling red lips, I imagined Brandon holding me down and fucking me hard with that same dick. I could nearly feel the heat, the sweat as I panted and we both came simultaneously.
And with my eyes squeezed tight, my legs tightened up and shook as I climaxed in real life. I grit my teeth and moaned out into panted huffs as the electric waves of pure ecstasy washed over me and my mind went blank.
“Fuck! Fuck!” My dirty mouth cried out as I tried desperately to keep my little pleasure session from echoing down the stairs.
I tried to catch my breath, finally coming down to earth as I collapsed against the door. My clit was sore, raw and overly sensitive and I giggled, having finally gotten the release I was craving.
But as my primal urges subsided and I moved back to rational thought uninfluenced by horniness, I suddenly felt incredibly wrong about what had driven my orgasm.
I sat there, wondering and a little distraught; I had no idea what the next few days had in store, but I’d decided that it would probably be best to avoid Brandon as much as I could.
He was sexy as hell; he made my skin electric and tingly, and he made my clit feel like it was burning to be touched, but he couldn’t. He was my stepbrother.
I figured that between my college classes and casual hanging out with Chrissie and Madison, I’d probably only run into him a few hours each day anyway; and that was probably a short enough time to keep up an act of disaffection.
Why did Andrew have to be such an asshole? I could use a boyfriend to distract me in a time like this, I thought to myself, pounding my fists into the carpet. Not that having Brandon around would have been any easier, but it would have been an added reason not to try and jump his bones.
I called it a night and just hoped it would work out.
The next day, when I stepped downstairs into the kitchen, I saw Brandon swimming in the backyard.
I already held zero faith in my self-discipline. Watching his body glisten in the sunlight gave me little hope that I could keep myself away from him for the rest of the week.
Of course, I was a little relieved when I remembered that it was sort of not my decision to make anyway.
I mean, here I was thinking it was up to me whether Brandon and I ended up sleeping together. I’d totally forgotten that he wasn’t going to just bed this nerdy 19 year old, even if she was totally willing.
Brandon was a post-grad with the body of Hercules; did I really think that whether he fucked me was entirely my call? I felt pretty embarrassed at myself as I grabbed a banana from the fridge.
Of course, that didn’t mean that I hadn’t hoped that he did want to. And it also didn’t mean that I couldn’t continue to fantasize about it.
And as I watched him coming out of the water, his chest and abs chiseled and glistening wet in the morning light, I felt my hormones clawing at my insides.
I heard the doorbell and as I opened it, saw Chrissie, who was my ride to class.
“Hey girl, you ready?” She asked as my eyes widened and I remembered my purse.
“Um, actually; come in for a second” I told her.
I rushed upstairs, hoping to be out of the house before Brandon came inside. But by the time I came back down, Chrissie was ogling him through the window – her mouth hanging open.
“Whoa; who is that? I want details now!” She laughed.
“It’s no one, come on” I told her, grabbing at her arm to drag her out of the kitchen. Chrissie was like an anchor though; she wasn’t budging.
“Girl, I’m not joking here. Seriously, who’s the eye candy?” She said, flashing a devious smile.
“It’s just my brother; well my step-brother” I told her, reminding her and myself that he was only my step-brother. I liked to do this whenever possible.
I felt better with myself each time I remembered that it was only some silly title that bound us. Maybe we could hook up despite our parents’ marriage. No, I thought, it’d be too weird.
“I think I need new panties” Chrissie giggled as Brandon was none the wiser that he was being admired so intensively by us both, now.
Funny enough, I was actually a little jealous of her. I mean, territorially speaking, Brandon was
living with me for the next week; so if any girl was going to have an edge, it was yours truly.
However, Chrissie wasn’t related to him, which kind of gave her a huge advantage. And Chrissie was much hotter than me. She would’ve loved nothing more than to bed Brandon, and she was probably going to get her chance if Brandon saw her.
I glared at her before goading her once more to leave.
“Alright Chris, seriously” I tugged at her like a misbehaving child.
“You’re not going to introduce us?” Chrissie asked – half joking. But I knew she really wanted to meet him. I was growing more annoyed as the seconds ticked on.
