by Zoe Davis
The uncontrollable rage that he always seemed to have, which admittedly had turned me on when he was channeling on the football field, was now directed toward me for the first time and I was shaken by it.
“Andrew, will you please leave!? I’m trying to be nice here!”
I was demanding him at this point, but he only pressed his body harder against me, and pushed his lips into mine as his sour breath clouded against my face.
“You were always such a fucking prude, you know that? Maybe if you weren’t always leaving me with blue balls all the fucking time I wouldn’t have had to get Reagan to give me head!” He shouted.
His hand started to press against my breasts and run down my sides as my breathing quickly intensified and I felt on the verge of panic; this guy I thought I’d known had turned into a complete monster.
“Andrew, stop! I’m fucking serious!” I panted out nervously as he grabbed my neck.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have had to fuck every other girl in school,” he breathed.
I wanted to scream or cry, or something – anything to get away from him.
But I didn’t know what would happen if I did, so I went silent as he rubbed against my clit with his aggressive and uncaring touch, whispering harshly into my ear.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking bitch I wouldn’t have to do it this way,” Andrew laughed before his teeth clenched in anger.
My mind shut down as I suddenly felt like a prisoner in my own home and tried to comprehend how this could actually be happening. I felt dizzy.
“Andrew pleases, please let me go,” I whispered a final plea to him, defeated. He only seemed more angered by it.
“Fuck you! Shut up!” He said, pulling me by my shirt and slamming me hard against the wall as he mashed his lips into mine.
My body went limp now and I clenched my eyes shut, wanting it to all go away but fearing it was going to get much worse. I tried to mentally prepare myself for what he was about to do to me.
But he didn’t get to do anything else.
My eyes opened and in a shock, I suddenly heard Andrew’s breath escaping his lungs in a quick whoosh, and I saw an enraged Brandon pulling him off of me.
“What the? Who are you? You wanna fucking go, bro?!” Andrew screamed frantically as his shrill voice bounced off the high ceiling in the foyer and he stumbled into an attack stance.
Andrew had all the confidence you’d expect of a Neanderthal, 5’10” 200-pound star football jock as he posed, ready to pounce at Brandon.
But as I looked at my stepbrother, I saw an indescribable strength in his eyes that made Andrew look like a cranky child.
Andrew didn’t know he was picking a fight with a man; and a furious one at that. Brandon’s eyes gave away with no mystery that he was not to be tested by the kid.
But Andrew leapt toward him anyway, and immediately Brandon had him in a lock, giving him a solid punch to the nose before grabbing him by the collar and pushing him against the wall.
Andrew panted out expletives; whining as Brandon got up into his face.
“If you so much as contact Elle again, I will find you and I will fucking finish you, you got me?” Brandon huffed cool and calm through his gritted teeth, and he held the now speechless jock in place.
I stood there breathless. My heart was pounding like a drum as he opened the door and literally threw Andrew outside before ordering him to get in his car and leave.
He closed the door and came up to me quickly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said in a daze, before feeling compelled suddenly to try and explain myself.
“I just wanted…” I started to speak, but was interrupted as Brandon’s soft mouth pressed against mine.
I couldn’t believe I was making the same mistake twice; I hadn’t even finished thinking it through the first time. But my response was instinctual and automatic.
I wanted Brandon badly, and I’d deal with the consequences of him rebuffing me again, if it meant I could experience his kiss again.
He didn’t reject me, though.
Instead, his tongue found mine and he grabbed my hips, pulling me firmly into his body.
He kissed softly but intently along my neck, and up and down the curve of my neck and shoulders.
My heart was still frantic, trying to process what was happening.
But Brandon’s eyes were wild as he pressed me against the wall and our tongues tangled and his firm fingers caressed across my hips.
“I want you,” I finally told him. “I want all of you right now, even if it’s wrong; I don’t care” I whispered.
His fingers pulled my shirt up as his hand dove beneath, and for the first time I felt his skin on mine with sexual intent.
Holy shit! I thought, giddy and excited as he moved forward on me.
His fingers caressed over the soft, sensitive skin of my navel and he kissed behind my ear, evoking a soft moan out of me and leaving my skin covered in goose bumps.
His hands slid up atop my bra, massaging over my breasts and I sighed as my nipples grew hard and sensitive.
Breathing heavy onto my neck, Brandon pulled my shirt up and off before quickly unclipping my bra.
I felt the heat between my legs spreading as he pulled my bra off and my breasts hung in the cool air for a moment just before his palms landed on them - cupping them and teasing the tanned stiff ends.
“Fuck,” I gasped as his teeth sank into my skin with soft bites along my neck; I could feel the power restrained in his movements.
“I want this, too,” Brandon whispered as his fingers landed on my jeans and slowly unzipped them.
I couldn’t believe that his fingers was so close to my clit, and I squirmed from the feathery vibration on my mound.
“I’ve wanted this since I saw you in the airport,” he admitted, grinning.
I pulled my jeans off before he swept me up and carried me upstairs.
He carried me as if I was weightless and I watched his biceps flex before he laid me on my bed.
I saw his bulge, big and obvious now; and as my heart raced in anticipation of some kind of a rejection, I went for it, landing atop the hardness.
“I always remember how it looked when I first saw it,” I admitted, looking up and biting at my lip.
“Really? Well it’s grown a lot since then.” He laughed, undoing his pants and pulling them down, as he revealed the much larger tool that was hanging between his thighs.
The inhibition that Brandon was off limits started fading; the dirty desire to fuck my stepbrother was instead sweeping me away into an ocean of want.
I didn’t care who he was or how he related to me; he was a man that I lusted painfully over, and maybe even loved.
“Shit,” I laughed in a surprised breath as I wrapped my fingers around the thickness, feeling the warmth in my grip.
“Still like it, huh?” He smiled.
“Obviously,” I nodded, rolling my eyes playfully.
I tugged on it loosely, watching him close his eyes and moan at the sensation.
I wanted to give Brandon everything I had in that moment; I wanted to give him the world and I grew excited with each hint of pleasure that I was able to elicit from him.
I tried to wrap my fingers around all the way his girth, but fell short and began to wonder what it would feel like inside me.
“Can I?” I asked him, bringing my lips closer to him.
“Um, definitely,” he laughed insistently.
And I started teasing the underside with my tongue.
Luckily, it wasn’t my first blowjob, but it was by far my most important.
And while I knew it wasn’t too hard to bring a boy my age to orgasm, I wondered how difficult it would be for me to please a guy who’d probably laid tons of women.
There was only one way to find out though, and I closed my eyes, opened my lips, and softly enveloped his head.
“Fuck!” Brandon exhaled as hi
s head fell back.
I swallowed him and I felt the crest of his head against the roof of my mouth and I swayed my tongue side to side around it.
Brandon started breathing fast and intense as I picked up my rhythm - complimenting my mouth by stroking with a hand on his base.
He pulled out suddenly, laughing.
“Shit, that was close,” He said.
“I wouldn’t have minded,” I smiled.
“Yeah but I would have” he joked before lowering to the bed and running his fingers to the band of my wet panties and grabbing them, he pulled them down my legs.
He pulled his shirt off too, exposing his perfect muscles and his seductive tattoos.
I felt so vulnerable and exposed with him seeing my rosy slit and my trimmed brown hair, but I also trusted him more than anyone.
“Does it look okay?” I asked him.
“Fuck yeah it does; it’s perfect.” He licked his lips mischievously and I laughed.
Brandon’s expression though suddenly grew serious and seductive as he bit his lip and pulled my legs aside; diving his head between them.
He kissed softly on either side of my sex before sinking his tongue onto my swollen lips and teasing the entrance.
Lingering for a moment, his tongue ran up between and circled around my clit - gently teasing it until I squirmed, giggling uncontrollably as my hips swayed.
He grabbed my thighs in his strong hands and held my legs, which were overcome with the sensitivity, in place and sealed his mouth gentle over my clit, sucking it carefully.
“Shit!” I cried out in desperation.
I thought I was going to rocket right off of the bed as he didn’t allow me to move; only looking up occasionally with a playful and devious grin on his face, before sinking right back into his task at hand.
“Fuck me, Brandon” I exhaled as my abdomen contracted wildly and my breath was fast and hard.
He pulled away and as he kneeled between my legs, he grabbed his dick in his hand and stroked it until the head was chiseled hard.
“You ready for this?” He said, grinning in desire.
I shuddered, suddenly feeling the round end of him pressing into my mound as he rubbed his dick up and down atop my wet folds.
My legs wrapped around his butt and my feet pulled him in as my tolerance gave out.
“Now, now!” I begged him.
He rubbed my clit once more with his thumb, laughing. This man knew exactly what he was doing; there would be no fumbling around the basics like my other boyfriends.
I was overtaken with the pressure as he grabbed his dick once more and pressed against my tight entrance.
I gasped; breathless and stretching open around him as he slowly, carefully sank down into me.
“Damn,” He groaned as my warmth surrounded him. My wet channel gripped him tightly and pulled him in as I closed my eyes.
Brandon pushed until he couldn’t fit anymore and I felt his heavy sack against my ass as he’d sank all the way in.
I felt his warm, sweaty skin and took in his scent as he made me one with him.
“Oh!” I chirped out suddenly as he bumped into the deepest point inside me, withdrawing.
“So close,” He smirked, seeing that he’d still had a couple of inches to spare.
He came down over me and began to bite my neck softly, diving back inside once more, and now picking up his rhythm as he grunted low with each succession.
I grabbed the sheets in my balmy fists, sighing out as his pelvic bone grinded into my clit.
With every massage of my insides, I felt the climax in me rising up fast.
“Yes, yes!” I breathed out as Brandon sank deep and hard inside me and I felt the warm comfort with every time he filled me up, quicker and harder.
My fingers clenched onto his slick sides, pulling him in against my body and I felt myself tense up as I fell into rapture.
“Harder, I’m…” I couldn’t even get it out as I trembled beneath Brandon’s body, bracing for the climax that was rushing in with electrical warmth that rattled throughout me.
I pulsed, heated and exhausted as he rode up against my clit over and over, leaving me speechless as he pounded harder than ever and the hot waves of euphoria washed over me.
I felt connected with Brandon on a level I never knew possible.
My mind turned blank and disconnected but amidst my haze, I heard him moan out loud and long as his thickness pulsed deep inside me and the warm load filled me.
I was coming down to earth with my skin still buzzing and the gushing waves weakening as I tried to catch my breath.
Brandon was still filling me, but finally withdrew as my pulsing walls gripped his head, trying to keep him deep inside me.
“Shit,” he exhaled, collapsing on the bed beside me, and panting as we both laid there sweaty and exhausted from release.
“Wow,” I giggled, in utter disbelief that I’d missed out on a sensation that incredible for so long.
I expected a similar orgasm from when I touched myself, but having Brandon fill me was entirely different.
He fit me like a lock inside a keyhole, turning something inside of me that I had no idea even existed.
We embraced and he held me for what felt like forever, before I drifted off into a sweet slumber.
Chapter Five
I slept the entire night through, and when I awoke the next day Brandon wasn’t there. He hit the office early that day, according to the early morning text he’d sent me.
I went to class and my heart felt a sort of lightness unlike any before. But at the same time, a confusing spell of conflicted feelings crept up and tugged at me.
Suddenly, my reservations of Brandon being off-limits attacked me once again, and more vicious than ever.
Obviously, my mind was glued to the thoughts of what had happened the night before, but they were feelings of terror or shame more than they were of ecstasy.
What if someone finds out? Would we be on the news like a couple of backwoods rednecks that people always joke about? I thought to myself as I tapped my pencil distractedly on my desk in English 101.
I couldn’t even remember what the class had been about that day as I was leaving. I was too anxious to get out and text Brandon.
I feel weird. I texted him, sitting inside my car and waiting for a reply.
We’ll talk when I get home, ok? He texted back finally, with disappointing brevity.
I continued through the motions and for a few brief moments throughout the day my mind was able to focus on something different, but ultimately my mind was consumed by what had happened with my stepbrother.
I stayed like that until Brandon arrived home, hugging me and kissing me on my head.
