Stepbrothers Undone: 15 Book Hot Erotic Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  Avoiding images of sex can only do so much though—my untouched pussy tingles sometimes when I’m just putting on my panties if it happens to touch my clit a certain way, or when I lay on a couch pillow at the wrong angle.

  I’ve taken to humping my teddy bear to help with the throbbing desire, and sometimes, while in the bathtub, I open my legs and let the water spray hit me in my middle until my body tenses up from the constant stimulation, and I finally find release.

  Now, after over a year of wondering and experimenting with different ways to get off, I’m more than ready for the real thing—I just don’t know where to start.

  Last night, the google image search that led me to seeing a gif of a large, stiff, beautiful penis going in and out of a woman’s cavern almost made me have an orgasm at the sight of it.

  That one flash of porn led me to searching for a little more visual stimulation, and before I knew it, I came without even having to touch myself from all those hot images of penises fucking slits.

  I knew that I had definitely reached a tipping point and that touching myself with fingers and water sprays and teddy bears will never be enough again. I need the real thing—hard and raw. I need to feel a stiff cock pushing inside me. I need to feel masculine flesh pushing up against my soft boobs and my throbbing clit as some hot guy rides me. I need to know what it feels like to have a man’s lips on my neck, my chest, my inner thighs, and between my legs.

  It’s time to lose my virginity.

  I can easily see why my mom’s so happy—my stepdad is big and muscular, the kind of guy you imagine throws you over his shoulder to take you back to his cave to have his way with.

  He’s a tall, broad white guy with a healthy tan—courtesy of his roofing job, I guess.

  It’s not that I want him to jump my bones or anything—he just represents everything a man is to me—wide and muscular, with hard planes to his face and body. A square jaw and more than capable-looking arms.

  Whenever he’s around, I am keenly aware of being a female.

  He has never looked at me in a suggestive way, although he walked around the house in just his towel once, and I’m pretty sure I actually drooled. He must go to the gym a lot because he is built even firmer than I imagined—hard chest, tight six-pack abs, bulging biceps and strong forearms. Everything about him screams safety and protection. Provider.

  He just looked so masculine and I’ve never been against a chest like that or even seen a grown man in person that physically close to me with so little covering his naughty bits.

  My mind went crazy imagining what was underneath that towel, and I found myself growing wet at the thought.

  Sure, he makes me hot just by being male, but I know he’s off limits, so I’m looking elsewhere to satisfy my curiosity and finally quench this thirst.

  I start to think about the possibilities—I’ve never had a boyfriend, so there’s no one I can revisit and take things a step further with.

  I graduated from high school a year ago, and I’m in the process of looking for a job outside of my retail position. I plan on getting a real job and working for two years while I get everything together for college and build up ways to pay for it.

  I’m thinking someone at my new job could maybe work out for me, but of course I haven’t actually started anywhere else yet; I’m still going in for interviews, and I have zero possibilities at my retail gig. The one dude who works there is gay and the customers are mostly teenaged girls. Plus, my boss is a woman.

  I have another job interview next Monday, but it’s Friday now, and I have to try to combat this increased horniness the rest of today and the whole weekend.

  I know I’ll have at least one distraction, though—I finally get to meet my stepbrother tomorrow.

  Although we’ve all sort of officially been family for about two years, I didn’t get a chance to meet him before for a number of reasons: first, my mom and the new man of the house eloped and didn’t give a heck about making a big deal out of their union.

  “I’m too old for all that shit,” my mom said when I asked her why she wasn’t planning a big wedding, so no gathering of families was in the cards.

  Neither she nor my new stepdad has much of a family anyway, so it probably would have been a pretty sad-looking wedding.

  Plus, my new stepbrother apparently wouldn’t have been able to make it since he had been deployed in the Middle East.

  Now, for the first time in a long time, he’ll be visiting home and we’ll have our first family gathering tomorrow. Since he’ll be in town for a month, he’s staying with us the whole time.

  I’ve seen pictures of him, but it’s hard to tell what he looks like amongst other soldiers with all of them in uniform. Truthfully, the soldiers mostly look alike in photos I saw, so I didn’t look too closely. I remember thinking he had nice eyes.

  I was only mildly interested anyway—I mean, who knew if I’d ever get to meet him? There was a chance he might never come home, and how sad would it be to get attached to an idea and a picture, and then never get to say hi?

  Thankfully, for his and his dad’s sake, he made it out of battle okay, and I am grateful for the chance to expand my family.

  As the only child of a mother who is estranged from her own family, I had a lonely time growing up with just her and a dad who only knew how to talk about fire and brimstone, so it’ll be nice to have a chance to make a quick friend and find out what it’s like to have a brother.

  When I first spot my stepbrother, Ryan, my pussy hums to life.

  This is the one, she practically screams at me as I see the handsome soldier walking up the pathway to our front door. I realize he is much, much better looking in person, and there really is something delicious about a man in uniform—I don’t know what it is.

  He’s a bit early, and my mom and stepdad stepped out briefly to buy a few things for the household—some more groceries and toiletry essentials, I think, so it’s just me to greet him. Maybe they just left to get it on somewhere else before he arrives—I don’t know—they’re like rabbits.

  I swing the door open with a wide smile and Ryan’s face lights up a bit at the reception.

  He is as big as his dad, has a great-looking face, and somehow looks like a man and a boy all at once, despite the cut of his jaw.

  The boyish part comes with his slight crookedly cute smile, I realize, and I worry that I am actually literally melting and visually check myself to make sure I haven’t turned into drips. Well, there’s definitely one place that has reduced to drips. My pussy is tingling.

  Ryan is fit and tight and has bulging muscles that make my heartbeat speed up.

  All I want is for him to hold me like a man should. Like a lover should.

  He’s twenty-two, so a few years older than me, and has piercing blue eyes framed with light eyelashes. I can’t decide if his hair is dirty blond or light brown.

  I realize he gets better looking with every step closer, and I wonder if he can read the desire on me. I also wonder how the hell I’m supposed to sleep next door to him without sneaking in his room to try to jump his bones at least once.

  “Hey... bro,” I say like a joke once he reaches the door. Insta-family’s so weird.

  “Hey, sis,” he says easily and puts down his bags to grab me in his arms.

  The feeling is delicious, and I am lost against his warm chest, the completeness of the sweet enclosure.

  Those strong arms around me feel amazing, and I am already trying to find ways to get him to wrap me up in them again. Does he have a birthday coming up soon? Because definitely a birthday hug. Did he earn any accolades out there in the field? Congratulations hug in order, for sure. And while I don’t think I’ll be looking forward to him leaving, at least we’ll get a goodbye hug.

  We live in a three bedroom house so I show him to the spare bedroom, and once he goes in, I go into mine next door and listen to him bustle around.

  I fantasize about going into his room and seducing him, but I
am terrified of rejection. What if he looks at me in horror and disgust and then tells my mom? Speaking of whom, she’s due back any moment now anyway.

  I better figure out a way to deal with this attraction fast.

  I am failing miserably.

  Ryan goes to take a shower, and all I can do is imagine what he looks like naked, droplets running down his hard, muscular body.

  I close and lock my door, and then lay under my covers and start touching myself to the image, fingering all my tingling parts until I finally contract and shudder in its superficial release.

  When I hear Ryan leave the bathroom, I follow his lead and take my second shower for the day—a cold one.

  By the time I get out, my parents have returned, and my mom is working on dinner.

  I hear the guys catching up, and having double the male energy around here suddenly has my hormones going crazy again.

  I am hoping Ryan catches a peek of me in my towel as I head to my room, but no one is in sight.

  I quickly get ready for our first family dinner, dressing casually, but making sure my hair and face look cute.

  I play my usual part at dinner, and I think I nail the act of treating Ryan casually, like I’m not attracted to him at all, because it seems no one has picked up on it. Plus, any extreme interest in my eyes would certainly be interpreted as a sister trying to get to know her brother, wouldn’t it?

  I notice that Ryan’s smile is ridiculously stunning when in full force, which isn’t often, and there’s no way he’s going to leave here without me getting to ride his dick.

  My parents both work full-time, so come Monday morning, I’ll get a chance to work on him. I just need to get through tonight and the weekend, and luckily, I work tomorrow, so I’ll be distracted more of the day.

  Once dinner is over and we’ve all chatted for a bit, we get up to head our separate ways—my mom to load the dishwasher and me to my bedroom.

  I thought Ryan would stay and hang with his dad a bit longer, but he comes up behind me, catching me before I disappear into my room.

  “Hey, sis—mind if I borrow your car tomorrow?” he says. “I can drop you off at work and then pick you up when you’re off—I just have a few errands I need to run in between.”

  “Dang, already, bro?” I say, smiling.

  When he smiles back, I realize I can resist him nothing.

  Our parents both have cars, and my mom doesn’t work on Saturdays so he could have just asked her, but I don’t question it out loud. Besides, I don’t really mind. I don’t leave the building for my shift breaks or anything—I work in a mall. Plus, my car’s not fancy or anything so I’m not concerned about it possibly getting wrecked—I paid like fifteen hundred for it via a Craigslist deal.

  Most of all, I don’t mind because I get to have Ryan close to me, all to myself, for a bit.

  Ryan rides shotgun while I drive myself to work, and when he returns eight hours later, I let him stay in the driver’s seat. Something is different about his demeanor however, and I’m not sure what it is, but I need to say something.

  “So how was your first full day back?” I ask.

  “Okay. Not really that eventful. Popped by to see a few old friends. A lot has changed in a few years. Including you.”

  “Sorry?”

  He briefly turns and smiles at me. “You’ve grown into a gorgeous woman, Aliyah. My dad sent me a pic of you and your mom a while ago, but I guess it was an older pic of you two. You looked about fifteen, and nothing like the way you look now.”

  My heart starts pounding.

  His voice had gone lower and had a sexy, rumbling quality to it, and my body suddenly came alive even more.

  What exactly was he saying here?

  “You haunted me last night,” he says. “That beautiful brown skin, those gorgeous dark eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be inside of you.”

  I was definitely wet by now, and also felt like I was choking.

  “Pity we’re related,” he finishes.

  “No, we’re not!” The words are out of my mouth before I can even think.

  He only produces that sexy crooked smile of his in response to my panicked statement.

  Then I suddenly realize the car is pulling over and slowing down.

  I look around and don’t recognize our surroundings.

  “Wait, where are we?” I say. I feel a different kind of nervousness now.

  “I’m going to teach you a lesson, Aliyah. Lesson number one: you don’t look at a man the way you did when I arrived without expecting to pay for it.”

  The car stops and he puts it in park.

  I expect to see my heart actually beating out of my chest like in those cartoons any moment now.

  He slightly turns his body toward me. “Do you find me attractive, Aliyah?”

  Why was he making me say it?

  “Yes,” I say breathlessly. I’m not sure where my voice went.

  “Have you wondered what it would be like for me to kiss you?” His sparkling blue eyes never leave my face.

  I nod this time, not trusting my voice to return.

  “Do you want me to kiss you right now?” he says, his voice going even deeper.

  Hell yeah!

  I look at his lips and probably lick mine.

  I nod again, and before I know it, one of his hands is behind my neck, bringing my head closer to him while he leans in and his mouth reaches mine.

  He takes my lips softly at first, and we slowly explore each other’s mouths. It’s my first real kiss, beyond the one peck on the lips some boy planted on me when I was twelve, and then ran away.

  Ryan’s tongue sweeping my mouth makes me even wetter and I wish he would touch me there, under my damp panties.

  He kisses me hungrily and one of his hands starts to make its way from my shoulder to the swell of my boobs. I shudder at his touch, delicious waves of pleasure passing through me at the contact. His hand brushes over my breasts, grabbing at them gently, then start to slide down my chest to my stomach.

  Each caress, each centimeter of progress of his hands on my body makes my heart beat even faster, and I fear my increased breathing will interrupt our sweet, warm kiss. What actually makes me pull my mouth away in a gasp is his hands succeeding in unbuttoning my jeans, and his fingers finding my warm, throbbing center.

  The first touch of his fingers at my feminine folds makes me jump.

  I gasp and moan as his fingers caress my slick pussy lips and twitch every time he grazes my sensitive bud.

  He is so much better at easing my tingling pussy than I am.

  I nearly die when he finally slips a finger inside of me—it feels so different from having one of my own there.

  Being freed up from the work of fingering myself allows me to enjoy the flesh massaging me on the inside in a different way than before.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Ryan suddenly asks, almost in wonder.

  I nod and realize my eyes have been closed the entire time he’s been touching me.

  I finally open them and look at him, and the sight of his handsome face, intense blue eyes taking me in, makes me long for him to jump on top of me at once and replace his finger with his cock.

  I want him badly—I need more relief, but I can’t find a way to say so.

  I also enjoy what he’s doing to my pussy—he works his long finger like a penis and uses his thumb to stimulate my clit every now and then as he grabs at me.

  The different sensations drive me nuts and heighten my nerves.

  He fingers me masterfully, and his hand-fucking soon brings me to a familiar edge. My moaning and gasping increases, and I surrender to his quickened massage. He must know I’m almost there, for his pace matches my rising orgasm.

  My body tightens and contracts, and soon, I am pulsating in climax, released from the hold of deliciously torturous stimulation.

  Even after the release, I still like the feel of his finger inside of me, and while I know it’s
necessary, feel heavy with disappointment when he finally withdraws his hand from me.

  “You feel great, Aliyah. All I want to do is stick my hard cock in you, but I’m a patient guy. I know I don’t have much time here, but I don’t think you’re ready for me yet.”

  You don’t know anything! I want to say, and I am about to protest out loud, but he sends me a crooked smile again, and part of me is actually relieved he pulled back.