Based: A Stepbrother Romance (Extreme Sports Alphas)

by Hamel, B. B.

  He moved one hand from my breast and wrapped it in my hair, taking a handful. He didn’t pull it, but he held it firmly, tilting my chin up. His lips were soft against my throat as he kissed me. I gasped and moaned softly.

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  “Lincoln,” I said.

  His other hand moved away from my breast and touched my stomach, moving down toward my soaked pussy.

  “Say it.”

  “Fine. I’ve been thinking about you for years.”

  “What about me?”

  His hand slipped down my shorts. I was practically shaking with anticipation.

  “You. Your body. Your lips. What you’d feel like . . .” I trailed off.

  “Say it.” His hand found my clit and I gasped as he moved in slow circles.

  “Ah. Shit. What you’d feel like inside me.”

  “Mmm. Fuck, Brie. You’re soaked for me.”

  “I know,” I moaned.

  His fingers continued to play with my clit, moving in soft circles, sending waves of pleasure through me as his mouth found mine again. After a second of teasing, he slipped his fingers inside me and I gasped again. He bit my lip, sending pleasure and slight pain flooding through me.

  I could barely take it. He was big, a lot bigger than me, and he moved my body perfectly. His one hand stayed in my hair, a slight pressure, while the other moved in and out of my pussy, fucking me softly one second and rubbing my clit the next.

  I could barely think. I reached forward and grabbed his cock through his thin shorts, and he grunted.

  “Holy shit,” I said as I felt its length.

  “I know. Not bad.”

  “Not bad?” I moved forward and he loosened his grip on my hair. I tugged his shorts down, and his hard dick slipped out from the waistband. I laughed and took it in my two hands.

  “Bigger than you expected?”

  “Huge,” I said as I slowly rubbed his length.

  He grunted and pulled my hair softly again, pressing his mouth against mine. I stroked him with both hands as he continued to work my soaked clit, fingers rolling around it and back inside me. His mouth was hungry against mine.

  I pulled back. “I fucking want you,” I moaned.

  He released my hair and wrapped his arms around me. Suddenly I was in the air, and he gently put me down on top of the piano. I giggled softly. He pressed his hands down on either side of me, his dick hard between us, and looked me in the eye.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he said.

  “Please. Fuck me.”

  His hands grabbed my shorts and pulled them off. He grinned.

  “No panties. I thought something was off.”

  “I don’t sleep in them.”

  “Dirty girl.”

  I giggled again. “Cut it out.”

  His hands found my clit again and I spread my legs wide, the piano cold against my ass.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No. No, don’t stop that.”

  “Good.” He kissed my neck and breasts as he kept rubbing my clit. After a second, he pushed me back, and his face disappeared between my legs.

  “Hey—” I said, and then I felt his tongue.

  It lapped at my clit hungrily, his mouth sucking and working my pussy. Anything I had to say was totally gone in the overwhelming pleasure that flooded through me. I grabbed either side of the piano and gripped it tightly as I felt him slip a finger inside me, fucking me while he slowly nibbled at my swollen spot.

  There was nothing gentle or sweet about him. It was pure frenzied hunger, like he was starving for me. He reached up with one hand and grabbed my breast, continuing to work my body.

  “Shit, Lincoln,” I kept saying, my brain wracked with pleasure.

  And it felt like too much. It was all building through me, fast and slow and heavy, when he suddenly pulled back and pressed his body against mine.

  “Don’t come yet,” he ordered.

  I lay there panting. “Then you stopped at the right time,” I said.

  He grinned. “I know.”

  His mouth pressed against mine, kissing me hard. “Fuck me,” I begged, pulling back.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, grinning.

  I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he walked over to the piano and knelt down to get something. His wallet and his phone, I realized. He pulled something from the wallet, tore it open, and then rolled a condom down his huge length.

  I groaned as he came back, wrapping his arms around me.

  “Say it again,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Fuck me, please.”

  He paused, and then his dick pushed inside me.

  I moaned and gripped his back again, fingers digging into his skin. He grunted his pleasure.

  “Holy shit, Brie.”

  He lay on top of me on the piano, and for a second I was afraid it would break. But then he was moving, fuck was he moving, his cock sliding in and out of my slick pussy, filling my every inch. Any thoughts about the structural integrity of the piano were gone as he began to thrust into me.

  His hand found my hair and his mouth found my lips as he thrust deeper and harder.

  “God damn you are tight,” he panted.

  That drove me insane. “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” I whispered.

  “I’ve been dreaming about you.”

  “Shit, right there,” I moaned as he adjusted his hands, grabbing my hips.

  He thrust deep into me, rough and slow. I wrapped my legs around his back as he continued to rock back and forth, filling me.

  “I’ve thought about this a thousand times,” he whispered in my ear.

  “You’re so fucking big,” I gasped, half laughing, half crazy with pleasure.

  He grunted. “You have no clue how fucking hard it makes me hearing you say that.”

  My mouth found his and he bit my lower lip again as he fucked me. I moaned and held on to his shoulders, squeezing, as he thrust in and out, soft and hard and fast.

  And then he was off me, sliding back. I watched as he landed softly on his feet, standing at the edge of the piano.

  “Lincoln,” I begged.

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, ass on the edge of the piano, and pushed himself back inside me.

  I lay there, fingers over the edge, as he fucked me rough and fast, my hair fanned out around me.

  His strong arms were wrapped around my legs, holding me tight as he continued to thrust. I let go of the edge with one hand to grab my breast, kneading it, desperate for his cock, pleasure flooding every inch of me.

  “Keep doing that,” he commanded.

  I looked at him. His eyes were locked on my tits.

  “You like this?” I asked him.

  “Yeah. Fuck, I do. I love fucking this tight pussy and watching you play with your tits.”

  I threw my head back and moaned as his one thumb found my clit. I rubbed and kneaded my tits for him as he gently worked me, fucking my pussy with his big cock, his thumb working my clit in soft circles.

  “Fuck, okay, fuck, I’m going to come,” I moaned, losing all control.

  “Say please,” he grunted.

  “Ah, Lincoln. Please, Lincoln. Please let me come.”

  His thrusts grew harder and deeper, more desperate.

  “Come for me, Brie. Come on my fat dick.”

  That pushed me over the edge. Between his thrusts, his thumb, and his dirty mouth, I couldn’t stop it. The orgasm rolled through me, swirling me up in everything good, my mind a blank canvas of pleasure. It rocked my entire body, from my toes to my brain, my knees locking and my back arching, my muscles tensing and spasming.

  It shook through me like a hurricane. Lincoln, his muscled body, his cocky grin, his perfect full lips and cut jaw, his piercing eyes, everything about him, his big dick and hands, his tongue and more, it all rolled through me as I came and came hard.

  And then his hands were squeezing my breasts and his thrusts were even harder, deepe
r. My orgasm faded just as he began to come.

  “Fuck me, Lincoln. Fuck me harder,” I moaned.

  He pressed himself against me as he came, his thrusts deep and strong. I sighed and moaned, pleasure still swirling through me.

  And then it was done. I couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly as he stood up, pulling himself out of me. He grinned.

  “Stay right there. Don’t fucking move,” he said.

  I propped myself up on one elbow, sweat covering my body, legs hanging down over the side of the piano. I looked at his glistening torso and giggled.

  “Why?”

  “I want to look at you a second longer. You look so fucking beautiful on that piano.”

  I blushed and sat up. “Another line.”

  “Don’t you get it yet, Brie? No lines. You just do this to me.”

  I looked at him, my lips parted. He kissed me again and then pulled away.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Just unrolling this thing.”

  I giggled again as he took off the condom and wrapped it in a tissue. I slipped down off the edge of the piano and stood there, naked and sweating, staring at him.

  “Lincoln,” I said softly.

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “But for right now?”

  I didn’t have to explain.

  “Yeah. For a few more hours at least.”

  He wrapped his arms around me. We kissed again.

  For a few more hours, I was going to be his.

  Chapter Fourteen: Lincoln

  For the first time in months, I woke up slowly.

  There was no residual fear from a dream. I wasn’t drenched in sweat and my legs weren’t aching worse than usual. Instead, I felt comfortable, rested, like I had finally fallen asleep after months and months of staying awake.

  I blinked my eyes at the early morning sun streaming in through the window. I felt good. I felt right.

  I glanced to my left and nearly had a heart attack.

  Curled up against my flank was Aubrie wearing only a loose T-shirt. I looked down at myself and realized that I was in only a pair of tight white boxer briefs.

  What had happened the night before came rushing back. Aubrie’s body, her skin against mine, the overwhelming desire that overtook everything inside me. Grabbing her hips and fucking her deep.

  And doing it again after that. And again. I couldn’t remember a time when I had laughed that much with a girl, let alone fucked over and over.

  Despite that, I still had serious morning wood. My dick pressed against the cotton of my boxer briefs like it had a mind of its own. I grunted softly to myself as I looked at Brie’s sleeping body, her perfect fucking body.

  Her completely off-limits body.

  It hit me hard how fucked up it was that the first night since the accident that I didn’t have a nightmare was the first night I fucked my stepsister. Granted, I had wanted her even before our parents were officially married, but still.

  There were so many layers to our story. Too much baggage to count. Most of it was mine, and I couldn’t deny that. Sometimes, I was afraid I would get pulled down by the weight of it all, and it scared me to think that maybe she could get pulled down with me. My whole life had been about plummeting toward the earth, but for the first time in my life, I wanted to stay grounded.

  “Hey. Morning,” I said softly.

  Brie stirred and then woke up with a start. “Lincoln? Shit, did we fall asleep?”

  “Yeah.”

  She looked panicked. “What time is it?”

  “Still pretty early. Sun’s only been up for a little while.”

  “Did anyone . . .?” she asked, trailing off.

  “I don’t think so.”

  She blinked and sat up slowly. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the floor,” she said, giggling.

  I propped myself up on one elbow and surveyed the hair that spilled down around her shoulders.

  “I slept like a big drunk baby.”

  She stretched. “How do drunk babies sleep?”

  “Good. They’re drunk babies.”

  She laughed. “I guess I should get going.”

  “Sure.” I didn’t want her to go anywhere.

  “I’ll sneak to my room. We don’t want to get caught together.”

  “Right.”

  She gave me a lingering look. “Should we talk about this?”

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me, kissing her mouth. There was absolutely no resistance. I didn’t care about morning breath or any of that shit. I just wanted to kiss her as much as I could for as long as I could. She seemed to have the same thing in mind.

  We pulled apart and she glanced down at my crotch, noticing the conspicuous bulge.

  “Seriously?” she asked, laughing.

  I shrugged. “I’m as surprised as you.”

  She kissed me again quickly and then stood up and gathered her stuff. I watched her move, not saying anything.

  “See you later,” she said, pausing at the door.

  “Yeah. See you.”

  She pulled open the door and disappeared out into the hallway. I watched the space where she had been standing and wished she had stayed. Fuck getting caught. Fuck her dad, fuck jail, fuck my broken legs. All I wanted was to sit in the slowly-strengthening sunrise and kiss her shoulders, her neck, her lips.

  Instead, I reached down my briefs and stroked my dick, thinking about her lips around the tip of my cock. I grunted her name softly as I came, and laughed to myself.

  How the hell could I have the energy to jerk off after a night of sex like that?

  She drove me fucking insane, that’s how. Hopefully, though, that would help me get through the day without hunting her down and fucking her senseless.

  I barely made it downstairs on time for PT, and I could tell Jess was already in a shit mood.

  “Sleep in late?” she said acidly as the crew began setting up.

  “Couldn’t help myself. Was dreaming of you all night.”

  She rolled her eyes. “The usual stuff today. No surprises.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “What makes you think there’d be any surprises?”

  “Anything’s possible with you, Lincoln.”

  Like fucking my stepsister? I thought, but I didn’t say that one out loud.

  “Glad you’re finally getting it.”

  She laughed. “I got it a long time ago. You’re not exactly a big surprise.”

  I felt the eyes of the crew on us. I glanced around the room and noticed Tracey was missing.

  “What’s your deal this morning?” I asked.

  “Nothing. Guess I’m getting sick of filming some spoiled jackass all day long.”

  I stared at her. “You get rejected last night or something?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Don’t take your shit out on me. You want to leave, be my guest. I don’t exactly love you following me around all the time.”

  I could tell that pissed her off even more. I had no clue what was going on, but something had clearly happened. It probably wasn’t the best idea to throw more fuel on the fire, but I couldn’t help myself. If someone was an asshole to me when I hadn’t even done anything to deserve it, they could be damn well sure that I would make it worse.

  “Whatever,” she said finally. “Where is Tracey, anyway?”

  “I thought you knew.”

  She shook her head. “Not a clue. But of course she’s missing today.”

  Almost as if on cue, Tracey suddenly rushed into the room.

  “Sorry I’m late!” she said, her usual chipper self.

  I watched Jess cringe out of the corner of my eye.

  “Everything okay?” I asked her.

  “Oh, totally fine. My girlfriend just had car trouble this morning.”

  “I’m sure you jumped her.”

  “Totally. Good one.”

  I grinned at her. “Might as well make jokes since you’re going to torture me anyway.”

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p; “Damn right I am.”

  After that, we dove right into it. Jess lingered toward the back of the room for the remainder of the session and barely spoke, which was basically a first. Usually, she was right up in our faces, giving us instructions on how best to convey how emotionally spent we were but also working as hard as we could.

  She was constantly saying things like, “Lincoln, can you please convey a sense of futile hopefulness?” or, “Hold it right there and think about your legs, I mean really think about the pain,” or once even, “Now when you do this rep, imagine your whole extended family cheering you on, like you’re about to win an award for bravery.” Basically, she was insane on the best of days.

  And for some reason, I missed her constant commentary. It had become a part of the routine. Tracey and I even got some sick pleasure out of it. She was getting pretty good at doing an “uptight Jess” impression.

  The session went smoothly, though, despite Jess’s bad mood and Tracey’s rough morning. I couldn’t say I was exactly engaged, since an image of Brie’s body kept ringing through my skull like a bell, but that didn’t matter. Even if the only thing I wanted was to lie in that music room all day with Brie’s naked body next to mine, I had to focus.

  I had to get my legs back.

  Later, as the crew shut down and moved off for a short break, I sat with my back against the mirrored wall, panting. A memory from the night before came rushing back.

  Her hands were pressed up against the piano’s lid, her back arched as I drove into her dripping pussy. It was the second time we had fucked, and I was already panting with exhaustion.

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me harder, Lincoln,” she groaned.

  That set me off. I gripped her and slammed deep, putting my hips into it. Suddenly, after the third thrust, I felt the pain rush through me, the pain I had been ignoring as best I could.

  “Fuck,” I grunted, pulling back and staggering.

  “Lincoln!” she said, moving toward me.

  I waved her off. “I’m fine. Just my fucking gimp legs. Standing like that is rough.”

  “Fuck. I’m so sorry.” She touched my chest, concerned.

  I looked at my dick, still rock hard. “Forget it. Seems like a waste to let a good hard-on go un-fucked.”

  She smirked. “Un-fucked? Really?”

  “Sure. You can do some work now, since you didn’t love my joke.”