by Selena Kitt
The breathing and masculine grunting in my ear turn me on more, and I am so wet, I feel like I can take more of him in, and I push upward to take him deeper.
“Aliyah,” he whispers as he works my pussy, and then I feel his rhythm change and he starts pumping me harder and faster.
I cry out at the change of pace and the hard fucking he is giving me, and I start to feel owned by him, dominated by his hard masculine body as he fucks my slit.
“Yes, Ryan,” I whisper, and I probably sound like my mother as I let out moan after moan of pleasure. As he thrusts into me, I keep raising my hips toward him, and eventually, the pleasure of his thick meat massaging my tight insides sends me to a building climax.
“God, I can’t take it anymore,” he says, “I’m going to come in you, Aliyah.”
We quicken our pace as we push our throbbing parts together, squeezing all the pleasure we can from each other until his cock makes its final powerful thrusts inside me as I rise up to meet them, and we explode in thunderous orgasm.
I feel a warm liquid start spreading through me, and I’m not sure if it’s mine or his at first, but then I realize it’s his seed.
He collapses on top of me while I hold him tight, squeezing my pussy to him one more time to milk the simple pleasure of his flesh filling me, while his body rests on top of my sensitive clit.
The feeling is heavenly.
Once we recover and he pulls away from me, I dread the moment he has to pull his cock out. Being filled with him is a comfortable feeling, even when he’s no longer hard.
I comfort myself with the thought that we’ll get the chance to do it again soon, and I look forward to it—especially since the next time, we should be able to do even more to each other.
For now, I am hungry, and my stomach growls to announce it.
He smiles at me. “I’m hungry too,” he says, and he starts the car.
We head for something to eat, ending up at a drive-through so that we don’t have to leave the car. I feel like the signs of sex are all over me—physically and otherwise—so I am happy to sit in the drive-through parking lot and eat with him.
We are relaxed and shoot the breeze for a while as we nourish ourselves.
We end up skipping the movie, taking the time to continue chatting, and return home about the time we would have, had we gone to the show—around five p.m. and right in time to prepare for our family dinner.
I try not to give away what we’ve done.
Luckily, I don’t think either of our parents are that observant, or perhaps they know but are pretending they don’t because they don’t really care and are willing to stay silent about it as long as we stay discreet.
Once dinner ends and we all scatter for the evening, I know better than to try anything while they’re around.
Although I wish Ryan would sneak into my room again when the sounds of making love come from their room later in the night, I am glad to let the anticipation build for our next time; we’ll get another chance soon.
Our parents both leave for work by eight a.m., and when I get up at ten, I suddenly remember I have a job interview at one, right before my three p.m. shift.
I start to feel nervous about it, and when I leave my room, Ryan is also opening his door, and the sight of his cute, crooked smile dispels all my anxious feelings.
I suspect he has been waiting for me to leave my room, for he says, “I was thinking we could shower together.”
I smile back at him and nod my head in agreement, and we strip and enter the shower.
We end up bathing each other, taking the time to run our hands over each other’s shoulders, stomach, chest. Ryan seems to take particular pleasure in soaping up my boobs.
We take turns soaping each other’s legs and then work on our sensitive middles.
Once I have cleaned him up and rinsed the soap off his dick, I get down and stuff it in my mouth.
I lick and suck and move my mouth over it like a pussy, and I watch him lean his head back as he lets out a moan as I work my lips over his cock.
He starts moving his dick in my mouth, and a few moments later says, “Stop stop stop or I’ll come all over your face or down your throat. I want to finish inside your pussy.”
I pull my mouth away, and instead of us heading to one of our rooms to finish up, he gets down and brings his mouth to my pussy, flicking his tongue out and licking at my folds and peaks and valleys.
I am moaning desperately, and like him, as much as I enjoy the climax from oral stimulation, I want his dick inside of me while I’m still longing for climactic relief.
I stop him when I feel I’m getting too close, and when he stands back up, we head to my bedroom and leave the shower on—we’ll probably return to it for another bathing session afterward.
He lays me down on the bed and runs his lips and hands over my whole body—planting soft kisses everywhere he can, sucking my neck or my nipples here, nibbling on my inner thighs there while I moan helplessly.
I once again admire the sight of his strong chest, wide shoulders, and muscular arms, his tight abs, and his thick, stiff cock.
He covers me with his body and finds my entrance with the head of his dick, and then he plunges into me.
He bends to suck on my boobs here and there while sliding in and out of my dripping wet, tingling pussy.
The sight of his handsome face and beautiful blue eyes, plus his hot, masculine fit body enhances the feel of his perfect dick rhythmically plowing me.
Soon, we are both at the edge again, and he pumps harder and faster into my slit as my body clutches on to him until we are both exploding in pleasure, and his come makes its way through my body.
Our hearts beat hard against each other as he collapses on top of me, and we slowly make our way down from the orgasmic heights.
“I have a lot to teach you this month,” he says eventually. “Every morning after our parents leave, I’ll fuck you in a new position. Sixty-nine, reverse cowgirl, doggy style... something new or somewhere new every single day we get the chance to do it while I’m here, which looks like a minimum of five days a week. You’ll ride me on the couch out there and in my bedroom. You’ll sit on my face while I eat you. We’ll do it in the bathroom, on the counter. Sideways, tied up... whatever we can think of. That’s four weeks of me inside you, babe,” he says, and then kisses me on the forehead.
All sorts of sensations run through me at the warm contact.
I am giddy at the thought of finally having a partner, and when it’s finally time to get ready to leave for my job interview, I don’t have a bit of nervousness about my future prospects—of any kind—at all.
The End
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Psycho Stepbrother Book One by Arabella Abbing
Prologue
ROSE
“Rose... ROSE!” David shouted as he gave my shoulders a firm shake. “Calm the fuck down!”
“No! You—you just—”
“I damn well know what I just did. Just... relax. Alright?”
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued to—rightfully—freak the fuck out.
“How—How in the fuck am I supposed to relax? You just killed my boyfriend! Oh my God, Brandon.”
I turned my head up to look at my stepbrother, a man I thought I knew inside and out. His lips curled into a smile but his eyes remained in the co
ld, almost lifeless state that I had grown accustomed to in the past few days.
“Ex-boyfriend. Did you not believe me when I told you what I did for a living?” he questioned with a curious tone and a tilt of his head. He chuckled darkly before leaning in to whisper, “I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.”
I shook my head in denial. No, no this wasn’t the boy I had a crush on growing up. Somewhere in the past three years he had changed right down to his very core. The face he wore was familiar but I couldn’t see any of the David I once knew left in his eyes.
These were the eyes of a murderer. That fact was finally settling in and I was beyond terrified.
“I didn’t get myself into this! Your goons fucking kidnapped me! Let me go,” I shouted as I tried to shake myself out of his tight grasp.
“You know I can’t,” he whispered as he hugged me to his chest, effectively stopping my attempt to get away. He was too strong for me to fight. “I can’t ever let you go, Rose. I love you.”
“Oh my God,” I choked out as I started to sob.
What in the hell am I supposed to do? How can I get out of this?
The last thing I felt was a prick on the back of my neck and I allowed myself to succumb to darkness creeping into my vision.
Chapter One
Three days earlier
DAVID
“What the fuck is this?” I demanded, whipping the file at Jeremy.
Jeremy was what most people would call a ‘best friend’. But I wasn’t exactly the type to have friends so I considered him more of a confidant. Besides, one really couldn’t become ‘friends’ with employees and he was my second-in-command above all else.
“You asked us to keep an eye on her. This—”
Jeremy didn’t react when I snarled and jumped out of the seat, sending the chair I had been sitting in crashing into the wall with a loud bang. I slammed my hands down on the desk in front of me, glaring at the photographs with disgust.
“What the fuck?” I snarled, disgusted. “Where is she?”
Looking up, I noticed the reaction this time. Jeremy’s face faltered slightly, just enough to give away his guilt. “She’s still at his apartment.”
“WHAT?”
With one hand I lifted the flimsy desk and flipped it over, stalking towards the other man menacingly. I caught his wince as the desk crashed to the floor but he still managed to straighten his back and stand stiffly in place as I approached him.
“After seeing this... and you just fucking left her there?”
“You didn’t give us permission to interfere. We—”
“Well go interfere! Now! Get her the hell away from that asshole.”
“What do you want us to do with her?”
I cocked my head to the side, considering the limited number of options. I could have had her taken back to her mother’s house, but the idea of throwing her to the wolf that was my father made my blood run cold. “Bring her here.”
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
I narrowed my eyes and gave him a deadly glare. “Did I ask for your fucking opinion? Just do it.”
Jeremy looked ready to argue so I cocked an eyebrow, silently challenging him to do it. But, like always, he just shook his head and ground out, “Yes, sir.” Then he spun around and marched out of the room, shoulders raised high with tension.
I didn’t care about the possible repercussions of bringing my little stepsister here. I only cared about getting her the hell away from the slimy bastard who would dare lay his hands on her. Another photograph caught my eye and I bent down, lifting it from the floor and staring at it blankly.
She looked so hollow. It had been a number of years since I saw her and she had lost a lot of weight, but beyond that, her eyes were devoid of emotion in almost every picture. It broke my heart to see her in such a state, missing the way her eyes would light up when she smiled or the way they’d burn with rage whenever I’d do something to purposely piss her off.
Now they were just dead, the life beaten out them while her face was covered in bruises that she didn’t even bother trying to hide. I wondered just how long she had been going through this. It was eerily similar to the way my father treated her mother and I couldn’t believe that Rose would allow herself to be caught in the same situation.
I felt my spine prickle, the urge to kill the bastard that did this to her almost overwhelming me. I dropped the picture on the floor with a grunt and left my office, deciding to take my rage out on the punching bag in the basement while I waited for Jeremy to collect her.
“Let me go, you piece of shit!”
Sounds like little sis is home.
I smiled and cocked my head to the side, listening to the muffled voice of my stepsister as she snarled and cursed at Jeremy. I lifted the towel to my head and rubbed the water from my hair before wrapping it around my waist to preserve my modesty.
Not for my benefit, I actually didn’t mind at all. But I had a feeling that Rose wouldn’t appreciate seeing her long-lost stepbrother for the first time in years completely naked.
With a smirk, I remembered the time I overheard her masturbating, my name falling from those pretty pink lips as she came. I had been fairly young at the time and rushed to the bathroom to jerk off, my hand just barely wrapped around my cock when I exploded, clenching my jaw tight as I imagined what it’d feel like to come inside her.
Now’s your chance to find out.
I shook away the voice in my head, driving my focus back to my memories as the sounds of Jeremy tying Rose up filled my ears like white noise.
Rose was always so shy around me after that, blushing when I’d enter rooms and turning away coyly. It drove me insane. The only reason why I never acted on my desire to pound into her luscious body while we lived under the same roof was because of the fear of incurring the wrath of my father.
If he found out... Well, I wasn’t concerned about what he’d do to me. But I had no idea what he would’ve done to Rose. My father was a notorious misogynist. He beat Rose’s mom regularly for all kinds of stupid shit. As far as I could tell, the only thing that kept Rose safe was that she was a virgin and a bookworm, never breaking any of the rules he set and constantly getting good grades. The ideal, perfect daughter.
God, I wanted to corrupt her so badly.
I had been obsessed with her for years. Still was, actually. She was the reason why I relocated my ‘business’ to New York. It had been the year of her high school graduation and I heard through some old contacts in my hometown that she was planning to go to college in the city.
I didn’t even confirm whether it was true or not, just packed up my shit and moved. By the time I had myself established in the city, she was moving into her dorm for college and I had eyes following her the second she stepped onto the island of Manhattan.
I’m pretty sure Jeremy thought I was insane for having an obsession with my stepsister.
He wasn’t exactly wrong, I was insane.
But he wasn’t stupid enough to say anything about my mental health to my face.
I tightened the towel around my waist as I made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen, lingering there to listen to what was going on in the living room.
I heard Rose mumbling, apparently Jeremy and whoever helped him deliver Rose had either gagged or taped her mouth shut.
Jeremy was laughing while another male voice, Lester by the sounds of it, exclaimed, “She bites hard. Jesus Christ.”
I covered my mouth with my hand, stifling my laughter at the mental picture of Rose biting Lester. It didn’t sound like something the Rose I knew would do, but at the same time, I couldn’t find it in me to be surprised.
Three years could vastly change someone.
I was a prime example of that.
Jeremy and Lester went back and forth for a few moments, but the words blurred into more white noise while I mentally prepared myself to face her. Stalking her from a
distance was one thing, but I didn’t know if I would be able to handle being face-to-face with her after all this time.
Well, I knew I could handle it. But I wasn’t sure if I could control myself. Especially not if she smiled at me like she used to. Or if her cheeks went pink as she blushed under my scrutiny. I could already feel my dick twitching beneath my towel at the sheer thought of it.
Fuck.
Years of longing for her but not being able to do anything about it and now she was here. In my home. And we would be alone after I kicked out the two jackasses in my living room.
