Ripped Raw Stepbrother: Taboo Twins 2
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Ripped Raw Stepbrother
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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RIPPED RAW
STEPBROTHER
TABOO TWINS
2
Carrie Breeze
Also by Carrie Breeze
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Got Jacked
Pork
Chapter 1
Looking through the peephole I see a hulk in ragged jeans, cowboy boots, cowboy hat and a T-shirt popping at the seams with muscles. He looks almost like a clone of Jason.
“Oh my God, Jason, I think it’s your brother Justin,” turning to look at my stepbrother who’s standing naked behind me, his rigid cock nudging my ample rear, begging for a quickie. I look back through the peephole and compare the two. Yup, twins. But, judging by the serious look on Justin’s handsome face, it appears he’s come to take care of some kind of business. Whatever it is, he’s caught us by surprise. We hadn’t even heard his pickup roll-up which now sits parked on the street. Justin senses me spying him, tries to look back in at me through the peephole and pounds on the door.
“Jason, open up. Know you’re in there.”
I back away from the door, letting Jason have a look.
“That’s Justin alright, but what the hell is he doing here all the way from Montana?”
“He can’t see my condo like this,” scanning the room and seeing our clothes strewn across the floor, the tell tale signs of our all-night sexcapdes. “He can’t know.”
“I’ll go out and stall him,” Jason says, giving me a peck on the lips and then pulling on his pants.
“Give me ten minutes to get it cleaned up.”
Jason steps out side, “There you are, you son-of-a-bitch…” I hear just as he closes the door behind himself.
I gather up Jason’s shirt, my dress, bra and panties from off the floor and run naked into the bathroom. I drop them into the hamper and then checkout myself in the full length mirror. My normally straight and prim brown hair is a tangled mess. Reddish-blue rug burns adorned my knees, my curvy hips, my large left breast, my elbows, my shoulders, and my left cheek. I look like a slut… and I’ve never felt better in all my life. My pussy tingles with the memory of last night’s sex. I reach down and rub my slit. It’s sticky with Jason’s seed inside me. A bath is calling. I fill the tub with hot water and bubble bath and slide in up to my neck. The hot water stings my rug burns but it’s a pleasurable, stimulating kind of pain. I caress my breasts, thinking of Jason. He was so good last night. Can’t believe my stepbrother and I are lovers. It’s a dream come true. Want to be with him forever. My hand slides down over my plump tummy and down to my pussy, my fingers moving in slow circles around my clit, remembering how Jason made me squirm with his tongue down there last night.
But, is it right, what I’m doing? What would mother think if she knew about our relationship? Mom is an evangelical minister at one of the churches out in the suburbs. If word got out, the scandal would probably ruin her career. But, I’ll never give up Jason. We’ll have to keep our love secret.
My loins burn with delight at the intrigue of having a secret lover who is your own stepbrother. I slide two fingers into my crevice and fuck myself slow. I’ve waited so long for Jason, only having one sexual encounter before him, years ago in college - a bookish nerd that my best friend, Hailey, had pushed onto me. It was a one-night stand - something to forget. The memory quickly fades, replaced by the bulking image of Jason. Jason is all the things any girl would want in a man; strong, powerful, incredibly masculine, well dressed, confident, hard on the outside yet soft on the inside and …. Running through all of Jason’s assets as a boyfriend works me up to a fever pitch of desire. I want him inside me again right here, right now. I finger myself harder and faster just like he did me last night. I hold onto the feeling Jason produced in me every time I was with him, the feeling that could only come from his most important trait… that he was bad, incredibly, incredible bad. My muscle spasms splash water out of the full tub, soaking the bathroom floor.
Oh, my God, how long have I been in the tub? I get out and dry off, leaving my hair in a new look - wet and tousled. I throw on a pair of shorts and a tank, and go out into the living room to see what my stepbrothers are up to.
Shit, A big dark wet stain stares at me from the center cushion of my new beige couch - a sure give-away of our love. I quickly flip it over just as the front door burst open.
“Oh my god, what have you done?” rushing to the door.
“Howdy, Claire. Don’t believe we’ve ever met. I’m your brother Justin,” hauling Jason into the living room and dropping him onto the couch. Jason’s face is pasted with blood, he’s semi-conscious, groaning, holding his ribs.
“What have you done?” getting a damp dish cloth from the kitchen and cleaning Jason’s face. I can’t believe that there could be anyone stronger, more powerful than him. Seems I’m wrong.
“We had a little score to settle,” Justin says, looking like he’s barely received a scratch out of the fight. His cowboy boots track in dirt all over my new carpeting like he’s just gotten in from a cattle drive. “I could use a beer. What ya got in here?” making for the fridge and checking out its contents. “I drive all the from Montana nonstop and all you got is skim milk, orange juice, yogurt, and Chinese takeout?” He grabs the half full bottle of juice and downs it in one long draught, tosses the empty bottle in the trash, grabs the take out container of fried rice, a fork, brings it out into the living room, sink into the recliner and wolfs it down.
“What did you do to him?” Jason still groaning in delirium.
“Broke the son-of-a-bitch like a bucking bronco, that’s what I did to him”
“Why? You two are brother’s”
“I’ll tell ya why, that, bastard, there run off to fight terrorists and left me and our dying pa to run the ranch,” bits of fried rice falling from his full mouth.
“He never mentioned this to me. How is your father?”
“He’s dead. Died a year ago. And that piece of shit couldn’t even be bothered to attend the funeral. Had to bury pa myself.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Mother never mentioned it to me.”
“Don’t surprise me. After the divorce I don’t think they ever said squat to each other,” finishing the take out and dropping the empty container onto an end table.
“Damn, anyone see that truck that hit me?” Jason says, coming to. “Hell of a greeting, bro. Spend two years kicking terrorist ass and I get home only to have my ass handed to me on a platter by my own brother,” sitting up, groaning, holding his ribs. “Think you busted a couple.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t kill your ass. That’s how we treat deserters in the family. You know pa’s dead?”
“No. I was embedded in so much shit over in the ‘stan, never got much of any news. Shit…. So how you been making out with the ranch? Got anyone to help run things?”
“Shit, no. Mom told me you were back. I’ve come to take you back with me, back to where you belong,” reaching around and taking a can of chewing tobacco out of his back pocket, he puts a big wad between his cheek and gum, using the empty Chinese take out container for a spittoon.
“Wait a minute, Justin, Jason is in no condition to go anywhere. He needs to be looked at by a doctor,” I say, bringing a glass of water for Jason, sitting down beside him.
“Don’t think I don’t see what’s going on here between you two,” Justin says, giving us both the evil eye. My heart skips a beat. My god, did I forget to hide something? D
oes he know about our sex? Jason and I share a quick glance. His eyes tell me to play it cool.”
“Well, then, Why don’t you tell me what you know, bro,” Jason says.
“You two are together… together you want me to fail. You want me to sell the ranch, to get the money.”
I exhale a deep sigh of relief. He has no clue.
“Pa willed the ranch to both of us. Even though you don’t deserve it, pa was fair. But I’m not letting you dishonor his memory. You’re coming back with me. Pack your bags. I’ll give you half an hour before I unleash shit storm number two on your ass,”
“Bro, can you give me a minute. I have to use the head… that’s the john for you land lovers,” getting up with a groan and making his way toward the bathroom.”
“Make it quick. We gotta be back at the ranch by tomorrow morning, it’s a fourteen hour drive,” reloading his cheek with tobacco and kicking his boots up onto the coffee table.
“I’ll get you some fresh towels, Jason,” following him to the bathroom. “What are we going to do,” closing the bathroom door and kissing Jason, careful not to press too hard against his ribs.
“I have to go with him. I’m in no shape to fight him and I owe it to my father,” gazing deep into my sorrowful eyes. “I want you to come along.”
“I wish I could but I can’t leave my job. Not without some kind of notice anyway.”
“I guess this is good bye, then.”
We kiss long and hard, tears trickling down my face, and break and embrace.
“We better go out before he gets suspicious,” Jason says. I dry my eyes and follow him back out to the living room.
“Ready? Where’s your bags?”
“Don’t get antsy, got to back everything up,” leaving for his room. “Only take a minute.”
“Well, Justin, I wish you didn’t have to rush off so soon,” I say, sitting on the couch. “We’re brother and sister and we’ve just met for the first time. We should take some time to get to know each other.”
“You’re more than welcome to come along, sis. We can do that catchin’ up on the drive out.”
“I’d like that, but I have a job….Oh my god, I forgot to call out this morning. Justin, will you excuse me?”
“Go for it.”
I walk into the kitchen, dialing the work number on my cell just as I hear the doorbell. “Justin, will you get that, please.” As the receptionist at work answered my call, I glance over toward the door. Justin swings it open and there in the bright morning sunlight stands Hailey.
Chapter 2
“Well, well” Hailey says, her eyes sparkling, inviting herself in. “Look what rode in off the range.”
“Off the range and into the fire,” Justin says, admiring her tight, yoga pants clad, ass. “You certainly are one hot chic.”
“Hailey, you got a lot of nerve coming here,” I say, ending my call and walking over to them. “I thought we were finished as friends.”
“Really, Claire, that little tiff we had last night at the club?” hugging me. “My God, doll, what am I ever going to do with you? You take things so seriously. We just both had a little too much to drink. Come on, best friends forever?”
“On one condition.”
“Name it, sweetie.”
“Never, ever, talk to me the way you did last night.”
“My bad. Never ever again, hope to die. Now who is this hunk of a man?” eying Justin’s bulging crotch. “You must be Jason’s long lost brother whom I’ve heard so much about over the years. Hailey Olsen,” moving in on him for a quick embrace, grinding her hips into that bulge and pecking his cheek.
“My, my you sure are friendly around these parts. The name’s Justin Highsmith, you pretty thing.”
“You, sticking around a while, Justin?” flashing her perfect white teeth and winking. “Be happy to show you exactly how friendly we can be here in the big city.”
“That might be arranged,” rubbing her slender arm.
This development creates mixed feelings in me. Here is an opportunity to keep Jason from leaving. Yet, the thought of Hailey seducing my other brother, after already having beaten me to Jason, makes my blood boil. I have to play it cool and work this to my advantage.
At that moment Jason steps out of his bedroom, packed duffel bag in hand.
“Hailey, what the hell? Get the hell away from my brother.”
“You, want more of this, Jason,” Justin says, waving his fist.
“Jason,” Hailey says, running into his arms. “It’s not what it seems. I was just giving him a friendly welcome. It’s you I really came to see. I want to apologize for our little misunderstanding the other night. I was all wrong,” French kissing him long and deep. “I’m yours and I’ll always be yours.”
“Get away from him babe,” Justin says, pulling her off Jason. “Whatever he has belongs to me,” pulling her into his beefy arms and Frenching her. “You’re my girl now.”
I see what Hailey is doing. But, is she playing Jason to get Justin or the other way around. Hard to tell. But, what I do know, is that it makes my skin crawl and I’m not going to let it happen anymore.
“Where’s Todd, Hailey? Let me guess. He dumped you like the trash you are.”
“Claire, I thought we made up? BFFs, remember?”
“Oh, please, Hailey, shove your BFF up your fat ass. Justin, she’s toying with you, like she does with everyone.”
“Fuckin’, toy with me all you like. I bust horses for a living and I bust women for pleasure. Once you’ve had me, girl, you’ll never want another,” grabbing her tiny ass in his meaty paw and pulling her hard up against himself.
“Oooh,” she squeals. “I bet under that hard exterior there’s a soft sensitive man. I have to confess, though, I did fuck your brother. But, don’t worry, it was only a sympathy fuck. It meant nothing. Felt sorry for the poor little thing. He looked so sad, like a lost puppy.”
Jason boils with rage. I can almost see the steam rising from his ears.
“I like a slut with a heart of gold. You’re coming with us to Montana. Go home, pack your shit, be back in an hour.”
I flash a panic stricken look at Jason. He returns my glance. There’s no way I can let Hailey, my new arch enemy, go off with my stepbrother, my lover. Desperation creeps into my mind. But, what is worse, is looking up at Justin and meeting his icy gaze. He’d obviously been watching Jason and me silently exchanging signals. His is a knowing look. That, along with his evil grin, tell me he knows everything about Jason and me.
“Yo babe,” Justin turns and shouts after the departing Hailey.
“Yeah, sweetness?” turning and stopping on the front steps.
“Forget it. You ain’t going. Go on now, get!”
Chapter 3
Justin brakes our eye contact, turns toward the kitchen and pulls out his cell phone. Jason has noticed our strange exchange. I motion for him to hold tight while I follow Justin. He senses my presence and turns to face me, holding up a finger till he finishes sending his text message.
Justin, let me explain something,” I say, leaning against the counter. “Jason and I grew up together. We are very close. That is all. If you somehow got any other impression…. Who did you text just now?”
“Don’t bullshit me, Claire,” putting his phone back into his pocket. “I know raw animal lust when I see it,” leaning into my face. His breath is heavy with the nauseating odor of wintergreen chewing tobacco. I slide a little to the side. “You two have reeked of it since I arrived. This whole place reeks of it. You can’t hide it. You two are fucking.”
My heart pounding in my throat, I need to do something to divert his suspicion.
“I should slap your face for that insane allegation,” moving back in closer, braving his tobacco breath. “You don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about. What do you know about human relationships anyway? Secluded out in your little ranch, miles from civilization,… you’re just a hayseed horse lover.”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with me if you had the chance,” glancing down at his crotch. It’s big. The thought of it makes my pussy tingle. Having watched us, Jason gets up and comes and grabs my other arm.
“Come on, Claire. You can’t win with him. Just ignore him.”
“Haha, that’s right, brother. I whooped you before and I’ll put you down for good if you stand in my way,” putting his palm to Jason’s chest and shoving him back.
“Please, Justin,” I say. “Let’s not have any more trouble. Can’t you just get back in your truck and drive back to your ranch?”
“Sure, I’ll leave. But he’s coming along. Why didn’t you ever come back, Jason? Dad could have used your help…. You know something?”
“What?”
“He asked for you on his death bed. And where were you?” Jason lowers his head. A sense of sadness comes over him. I think he’s trying to hide tears. “That’s right. Playing war games. Getting your jollies kicking terrorist ass. Well, I lied for you. Told dad you were on your way. That you would show up anytime. Yeah, he died with a peaceful heart, believing you were still faithful to him and that you’d come back and help run the ranch, the ranch he shed blood and tears over so that we would have a family place to call our own. Well, now it’s time to pay up, Jason.”
“Ignore him, Jason. He’s just trying to provoke you.”
“I was putting my life on the line making this country safe for people like you so you could have a ranch to work on, you idiot. I was lying face down in camel shit dodging bullets and avoiding IEDs while you were getting cozy with the sheep,” lunging at Justin, punching him in the face. Justin is built like a cement truck. He shakes it off, laughing.