Revenge of the Stepmother: Servant Quarter Stepbrothers 1

by Kay Brandt

  He's a cute little punk, acting so defiant, holding his ground, so I remind him of the devil he was. “I recall at least one incident of you messing around with the staff. I watched you and the maid girl fucking—a few times. You liked her so much, pumping her full of cum night after night. She never completely undressed, either, you were too impatient.”

  Brent handles his masculinity just like his father did—as a weapon. “She had hot tits and a delicious little pussy. I bet you had her, too.”

  “Between you and Samson, there was no room for me to have her, unfortunately, although I like how you think.” I changed my tone, not wanting to confuse his one track mind with mental play, especially when I'm deadly serious. “Samson wouldn't have kicked you out if you'd just kept your hands off the staff. Your father was fucking her, too, you know, and he was livid when he learned of your cock being in his private box.”

  It's like I've stabbed him, and I like it. His face dims, shrinking into his chest. “Huh. I thought she was off limits to him. She was my age.”

  “Yes, I know, Brent. He didn't discriminate with his staff. All the women, including your mother, were his for the taking. I'm sure your dick was so caught up with the basement whore that you didn't count how many more of your class lived here during my marriage. Take a guess, Brent. How many do you think there were?”

  He's angry at me, which is very sexy in a horny, twenty-year-old stud. “I don't know. Five or six?”

  “Ha! Try fifteen! All young and pretty, with no scruples. Your mother was one of the oldest. He knocked her up with you, Brent, when she was only nineteen—Angelica's age.”

  “Stop talking about our mother! She's dead, okay! How long do you want to make her pay? To make us pay?” The high-intensity discomfort level between us is palpable, and yet he steps closer to me, getting in my face even. “We're victims, too.”

  “Finally, the truth!” I had doubted his intelligence, but now there's a sign of hope. “Yes, Brent, we were the victims! But we aren't anymore. In fact, I'd like to extend an offer to you and your brother.”

  He wants my tits so bad that his lips are actually quivering as I lift them closer to his chest. “What kind of an offer?”

  My near-nudity hits him like a slap, having been blinded by selfish ego. The light of day shines through the window behind me, illuminating my creamy skin, and fully developed feminine physique. As if on cue, Brent's manhood presents to me, and I undo his zipper, sliding my hands inside his pants, nestling pointy fingernails between firm abs and coarse pubic hair. “I'm guessing your eight inches when fully aroused?”

  “Nine.”

  Game on. “Come move back home, Brent, and live with me and Angelica. No rent, large closets loaded with nice clothes, all meals, gadgets, big screens, cars, whatever you want—completely paid for by me.”

  Brent draws in air, shaking as I free his cock from his jeans. He trembles—trembles—and I haven't felt a man do that in ages. I almost have him, squeezing the base of his cock, admiring the full extension of a wide nine inches. “Fuck, your hand feels good.”

  Wrapping both hands around his wondrous, young shaft, my mouth whispers into his breath, “Wait till you feel my pussy.”

  He holds steady, moving his hips so his rod slides in my grip. “What's the catch?”

  “No catch, just benefits.” Twirling his pre-cum in a tiny circle around his swollen tip, I sample a taste. He's delicious—as I suspected. “You'll each have your own suite and every week that you behave according to house rules, you'll get an allowance, too.”

  Continuing to stroke and tease his thickening shaft and tip, my other hand travels down to his balls, warm and full. His eyes close and his mouth hinges open, wanting to respond but the sensations are too good. “Define behaving.”

  “You and Greg will be our lovers—that's behaving. Whenever we want, and whatever we demand, you two will satisfy. Not a bad job for young, exuberant, stiff men, right?”

  He's lost in my touch, starting to thrust in my hands, his sticky pre-cum dampening the lace surrounding my pelvis. Awkwardly, his hands grab my shoulders, as if he's going to shake me, and we lock gazes. “Suck it or fuck it, Daniella, or else I'm coming on you just like this.”

  “Such a romantic boy, Brent.” My smile is sarcastically alluring, leading him to my bed by his dripping cock. “Say yes, then. Are you accepting my offer?”

  In the parlor, Angelica shoves Greg down on a fancy armchair, dropping to her knees instantly. “I bet you've got a big stick in your pants for me, don't you?”

  “You're a lot hotter than I remember.” Greg watches her scoop out his semi-hard shaft, and hover over the fat head. She forms a wad of spit and let's it web down from her lips to his tip. He draws a breath, reacting to the shock of warm wetness pooling on his erection.

  “Oh yeah? You think I'm pretty, Greg? You used to call me names. I'd see you hiding behind trees in the back,” she says, her left hand squeezing the base of his shaft, making his thickness point straight up, while her other hand works the lubricating spit like a corkscrew under the rim of his bulgy head. “I've been practicing, imagining what your cock would do if I put my mouth on it.”

  He winces, failing to keep his cool. He grabs her hair, and winds his fingers in her gorgeous blonde curls. “Try it and see.”

  Cock flexed in her hands, she parts her lips. Her hungry, pink tongue slips out and aims at the sensitive spot on his shaft, making contact with the tip. She slowly engulfs him, her mouth following the trail made by her pumping hand as one luscious unit cruising his hardness with a blend of twists and tugs. “I think it likes me,” she says, massaging his cock as his hips tremble beneath her face, releasing pre-cum down her throat. She gags, and then purrs, “You want to choke me?”

  Greg nods like a crazed lover, desperately horny, on the verge of unloading. Holding her head in place, he shoves his cock up in her mouth, hitting the wall of her throat. She smiles with a mouthful of him, then hinges open as wide as she can, holding her breath as his cock gets stuck in her tiny oral passage. She gags again, pushing down, then spits a gooey lubricant perfect for pumping his cock into passionate oblivion.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Greg cries out, his voice bouncing off the tapestries and high ceiling. His hips thrust wildly, getting off on his inexperienced cock hitting her choking spot repeatedly while both hands pump and twist relentlessly. “I'm going to come. Drink it! DRINK IT!”

  She obeys, stroking on him with increased speed, thirsty for his release. Teasing his shaft as he comes, she excitedly stuffs her mouth to the hilt, gorging over his spewing head.

  His guttural groans are primal and strong, spurting a thick, white cascade into her swallowing, gulping mouth and throat. Streams of his cum pour on her squeezing fingers, wrapped around his twitching cock. His mind a blur, he inhales, shuttering with the last blast of cum, balls fully emptied. “What the fuck?”

  Angelica giggles, wiping splatters of cum from her lips and chin, then cleaning her fingers, swallowing every last drop. “Mmmm... you made me come in my panties a little, too.” She rubs her thighs together, feeling her pussy throb. “I can't wait till mother says I can have you inside me.”

  Brent is a heavy thruster, exerting the weight of his muscular build with each plunge of his stiffness into my pussy. He didn't want me to blow him—he just wanted to fuck fast and furiously, like a bucking horse showing off his virility. And it was my pleasure to skip the foreplay and allow his cock inside my tight, aching hole. It's been too long since I've had a good, nasty, hard fuck and Brent brilliantly makes up for it, screwing me with driving force. He didn't hesitate either, shoving me on my back, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and pulling my tiny panties to the side so he could stuff it in. My bottom lifted and held against his pelvis, he smacks my asshole with his overloaded sac, grunting and growling. Sweat trickles from his forehead as he slams me—his cock deeper with each unrefined thrust.

  “You like stepmother's pussy, Brent? Is it tight enou
gh for you?” I say, holding him inside my little pleasure cave, tightening the soft, sumptuous walls of a cunt that knows how to treat a man.

  “It's so fucking tight,” he replies between moans, his sweat flinging at my face, reminding me of when his father would ejaculate in my mouth. And then he pounds harder, deeper and I cry with delight, feeling the waves of a glorious orgasm way up inside my pussy. He's found that spot—the pleasure trigger—that only a long, thick shaft can hit. Throwing his head back, he refocuses, with sharp, sudden bolts, ramming all nine, pulsating inches in me. “I can hardly move inside!”

  My pussy feels out of control, throbbing and aching with the most insane build I've ever felt. I claw the satin sheets beneath us, soaked with his sweat and my overflowing pussy juice, accepting his rod at full throttle. I've never felt a cock so hard—it's almost vicious—the way it swells like it could break me open. I don't even realize I'm screaming, till I see him looking at me with a streak of fear.

  “Don't stop, baby! Fuck your stepmother just like that! Keep that cock all the way in and FUCK ME HARD!” Clenching, squeezing, coming on his dick, helplessly lost in a full body orgasm. I want to close my legs, needing to catch my breath, but he's got me pegged down, screwing mercilessly.

  Thrusting like a beast, he gushes like a geyser inside my cunt, and I can feel the enormous loads shooting out of him. There's the wonderful sound of squishing within my cunt—the abundance of cum between us pours out as his back arches and his hips freeze, cock buried in me. “Fucking shit!” he yelled to the ceiling, as if he was saying it to God. He doesn't want to come down from his mind-blowing orgasm either, body jolting with wild spasms. Suddenly, he falls forward, nearly crushing my chest, face just above mine. I'm breathless, writhing under his manliness, cock still thick inside me. His eyes look crazed, and then I feel his hips move, like he wants more. My body shakes, almost fearful of what he'll do to me next. “What's your answer, Brent?”

  Gritting his teeth, he thrusts at me again, and his cum squirts out of my hole, pooling on my asshole. “What do you think?”

  And that's all I needed to hear.

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  The End

  About the Author

  Kay Brandt is an erotic storyteller, award-winning pornographer and bestselling author, delivering a passionate blend of story and sex. In the 90's her creative expression was writing erotic stage plays like the critically acclaimed "Kiss Me Twisted", which many years later evolved into the X-rated films, "Cherry episode 1" and "Cherry 2". Since 2009 Kay has written/directed/produced more than forty X-rated films, many winning AVN and XBIZ awards, for top companies like Digital Playground, New Sensations and Girlfriends Films. Her babies, the "Cherry" films, are the two biggest budget lesbian adult films ever made and since their release in 2011 have been deemed erotic classics. Kay's passions in the literary world are centered on telling the story behind the films, delving deeper into the lusty characters, sexy story and naughty sex. Share the journey into her dirty mind and sensual soul, and indulge in the explicit fantasy worlds she creates for your pleasure.

  About Kay Brandt

  Kay Brandt is an erotic storyteller, award-winning pornographer and bestselling author, delivering a passionate blend of story and sex. In the 90's her creative expression was writing erotic stage plays like the critically acclaimed "Kiss Me Twisted", which many years later evolved into the X-rated films, "Cherry episode 1" and "Cherry 2". Since 2009 Kay has written/directed/produced more than forty X-rated films, many winning AVN and XBIZ awards, for top companies like Digital Playground, New Sensations and Girlfriends Films. Her babies, the "Cherry" films, are the two biggest budget lesbian adult films ever made and since their release in 2011 have been deemed erotic classics. Kay's passions in the literary world are centered on telling the story behind the films, delving deeper into the lusty characters, sexy story and naughty sex. Share the journey into her dirty mind and sensual soul, and indulge in the explicit fantasy worlds she creates for your pleasure.

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  Two survivors of a plane crash, Elaine and Jessica, fall into an inescapable love affair with each other in the aftermath of their tragic experience. Through group therapy the two women reconnect and discover a secret bond between them that spirals into a passionate sexual relationship. Elaine is a married woman and Jessica was on the verge of getting engaged before the crash, but their emotional and lust-filled need for each other proves more powerful than the vows and promises made to their significant others. Their fated affair brings them to the edge of risking their relationships, and the two women must face a life-changing decision to stay together or part ways forever.

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  “How was therapy?”

  “Oh, it wasn't good, “Jessica told him, turning to snuggle on his chest. “Not for Elaine, anyway.”

  Steven stroked her hair, feeling her overheated scalp. “Elaine? What happened with her?”

  Jessica clung to his pecs, loving his masculinity, and took comfort from the familiar hint of cologne on his skin—the scent she bought for him last Christmas. “She sort of lost it, right there in the middle of the group.”

  He fluffed the covers, giving her sweaty body a blast of air. “Oh man. Like what?”

  “Like a melt-down. She heard and saw things that weren't happening.”

  “Oh no.”

  “Yeah, she thought the guy sitting next to her was accusing her of killing people or something along those lines.” She grabbed the sheets, stopping the airflow, not wanting him to see her without panties on. “She didn't tell me all of it, just a couple of details, but it was bad. I felt terrible for her.”

  Steven had caught a flash of Jessica's lower body nakedness, and felt his cock twitch in his jeans. “Babe?”

  “Yes?”

  His hand went under the sheet to find her bare area. “How come you're half-dressed?”

  “I was feeling hot, a little fevered,” was Jessica's defense. “But I think it was just the situation with Elaine, and napping helped.”

  Whatever her reason, it wasn't important to him. He wanted her body on his and being half-naked was an open invitation for caressing, touching, penetrating. “So, do you think the therapy is going to work?”

  “Can't tell after only two days.” Jessica sighed over his touch, and how well he knew her sensitive spots, as if he'd sculpted her by hand. “It's too early in the process to know, considering I've never been in therapy before.”

  “Well, I think I've seen improvement,” Steven said lovingly, “I mean, I was a little alarmed finding you in bed. My first thought was you'd regressed. Yesterday you were up and watching TV went I got home.”

  “I wouldn't read too much into my moods or behavior, Steven,” Jessica suggested, allowing his cool hand to cup her hot pussy. “I'm going through so many changes all at once, and... each day is different. A state of flux is what the therapist called it.”

  “Hmm. And what else has he said?” Steven unzipped his slacks, and pushed them past his hips. His cock was hard and it sprang out the side of his underwear, which were off in a flash with his pants.

  Jessica exhaled with the weight of Steven's strong body mounting her and the soft, smooth flesh of his shaft grazing her thighs. “He said we, the survivors in the group, need to be gentle with ourselves, and not put unnecessary guilt or critical assessments in our minds in regard to the healing process.”

  His cock was rock solid, and poked at her hole, dabbing at the fresh fluids coming from her pussy. “Sounds legit, Jess,” Steven said, holding his breath as he entered her with just the head of his cock. He moved it back and forth
slowly, encouraging her tightness to give way for him. “God, you're so hot inside, like a little furnace.”

  “Yeah?” Jessica's pelvis rocked, giving Steven's erection a decadent angle to enter her deeper. “I've been thinking about you.”

  “Really? I was thinking about you, too.” Steven winced, his cock squeezed by her clenching cunt. He breathed through her tightness. “What were your thoughts?” He persisted with steady penetration, and her wetness increased for him to glide in.

  “I was remembering how we used to fuck in the shower every morning. It was our weekday ritual, like clockwork.” Jessica bit her lip, feeling her pussy stretched by his thickness. She opened her legs as far as she could, tying her ankles together over his lower back.

  Groaning, he laid his hands next to her shoulders, and lifted her hips with his, hovering off the mattress, and got their bodies to swing in a back and forth rhythm. “We got so good at standing sex that we went for an hour once. God damn, our water bill was so high.”

  Jessica felt older, more mature, taking his cock after making love with another woman. “Don't make me feel guilty for running up expenses when it was all for the betterment of our sex life,” she said, rubbing her head into her pillow for support against his thrusts.

  Steven's balls hit Jessica's tender asshole, and it instantly sent her into a flashback of Elaine running her fingers against it in the shower.

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