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

by Selena Kitt

  He headed through the quiet house and up into his bedroom, where he peeled out of his work clothes and slid into the thin, whispery fabric of his favorite swim trunks. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he barreled down the steps two at a time and breezed through the dining room. He paused as he reached the screen at the sliding glass doors and felt the disappointment in his gut spark into intrigue.

  Peyton was alone, sunbathing by the pool. Silvery blue patterns reflected off the water and danced across the backs of her legs and thighs and the drying oil that covered her body glistened in the sun. She’d laid down with her bikini top untied to avoid tan lines, and for a moment Scott realized she was all but naked right there in front of him.

  He quietly slid the door open and stepped out onto the deck. She must have had headphones in, as she didn’t hear the door close or feel his footsteps vibrating the wooden panels of the porch. Scott stalked quietly toward her, taking in her tightly toned body and the hint of tan returning to color her naturally pale skin. Her blue bikini bottoms hugged the round curve of her tight ass, and Scott found his gaze traveling toward the hidden prize between her slightly parted thighs.

  It wasn’t until his shadow fell across her back and blocked the bright sun from her face that she noticed he was there, and then she jumped, almost sitting up to cover herself before remembering the loose-hanging strings of her bikini top. She tore the earbuds from her ears and lifted her head to glare over her shoulder at him.

  “What the fuck are you doing, sneaking around like that? You scared me.” She huffed, reaching up to lift her sunglasses to rest atop her head. “I thought you were some serial killer pervert or something.”

  Ignoring her comment, he glanced down the length of her spine, his eyes resting again on that perfect ass. “You’re back is burning.”

  “Shit!” she growled. “Now I’m gonna be all itchy and peely, and my tan will be uneven!”

  “I can put some suntan lotion on. Maybe it’ll stop it before it gets too bad.”

  Scott watched her face twist into a derisive sneer, her carefully guarded eyes squinting up at him as if asking what the catch was. “Why?”

  “I thought you didn’t want to peel...”

  “No, I mean why would you do that for me?”

  “I’m just trying to be nice,” he said. “But I can stop if you want.”

  “No, it’s just... I mean... Well, you’re never nice to me. Why would you start now?”

  Scott shrugged his towel off his shoulder and onto the lounge chair beside hers. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf.”

  Still suspicious, she only relaxed her squint a bit before drawing her bottom lip between her teeth and staring up at him again. “You’re not going to pour acid all over my back, are you?” There was a playful hint in her tone that made him grin.

  “Now how am I going to rub acid all over our back without fucking up my own hands, silly?”

  She laughed and lifted her head back over her shoulder to gesture toward the crumpled towel on the patio beside her chair. “There’s some sunblock over here if you’re serious.”

  Scott bent down and grabbed the bottle of sunblock from inside her towel. He could only imagine how long she’d been outside, as the bottle itself was warm to the touch and as he popped the cap and generously squeezed the lotion into his hands, it was a little on the hot side as he rubbed them together.

  “Lay back down,” he said.

  She resumed her position, resting her hands under the side of her face as Scott sat down in the hair beside hers. He hesitated a moment, glancing down at his hands and then her back again as he realized what he was about to do. All week he’d thought of ways he might actually get inside his stepsister’s pants, and now he was preparing to take the actual plunge. His stomach was tight with knots of apprehension, which mingled with tingling intrigue so strong it momentarily raised the hairs on his arms and legs.

  “It’s not cold,” he told her.

  And then he descended with both hands, immediately massaging the thick, creamy lotion into her bare skin. He slathered it all over her back, rubbing it in until it was nothing but a dull sheen.

  “That actually feels really good,” she groaned and stretched. “Do you think you could get the backs of my legs?”

  “Sure,” Scott shrugged and reached for the bottle to squeeze more into his hands. He started at her ankles and worked his way up her calves before pausing to get more lotion so he could work on her thighs. As he rubbed his hands up the back muscles of her legs, he found himself sweeping boldly upward, both hands gripping and reaching until they nearly brushed against the hidden mound between her thighs.

  At first, Peyton didn’t move, as if the act of his nearing her forbidden territory had stunned her still, but then he noticed she subtly parted her thighs a little, as if silently giving him permission to go further.

  Scott dared himself to move higher, his fingertips slipping just under the elastic that cupped the cheeks of her tight ass. He massaged and squeezed, fingers delving deeper, diving downward and eventually sliding up under the fabric that covered her pussy. She was wet, he noticed, as if his touching her had turned her on, and even though he backed out to continue working the lotion into her skin, he roved upward again, squeezing fingers once more slipping beyond the boundary to test her will.

  Each time he entered the barrier, he went further in, until finally one of his curious fingers parted through the slippery lips of her pussy. Peyton gasped softly, as if this unexpected gesture was exactly what she’d been hoping for and Scott slid his finger inside her. The cushiony warmth of her walls squeezed in reaction and Scott felt his cock immediately harden in anticipation. He was doing it. He was really doing it, and Peyton wasn’t saying a word to stop him.

  Every stroke of his finger deep inside her only seemed to make her wetter, and when Scott stiffened a second finger and plunged her depths, Peyton spread her legs further apart and began rolling her hips back to meet him.

  Growing bolder with every push of his fingers, Scott curved pulled his fingers from her snatch and curled them around the crotch of her bathing suit. His other hand gripped the side and he peeled them away, revealing the delicious curve of a perfect ass. He bent down and pressed his cheek to her skin, his lips tenderly brushing the gooseflesh now running the entire length of her body.

  He maneuvered around to straddle the chair and lowered himself so that her ass was in his face, and then with both hands he spread her cheeks and hiked her up so he could get a good look at the pussy so many others had already seen. It should have freaked him out, knowing how many guys had already been inside her, but Scott was all the more intrigued by the fact that it still looked tight. It glistened, sweet, musky juices moistening the lips, the hole almost winking at him as she squeezed herself in anticipation of what he might next put inside it.

  Her clean, puckered asshole winked at him too, and though Scott had never even once considered the ass to be an entry of interest, curiosity made his cock leap inside his swim trunks. That curiosity drove him to do something he never would have dreamed; he leaned in close and began teasing her ass with his tongue. He swirled it around the hole, pushing it inside the puckered flesh and listening as she let out a long, slow moan while he fucked her ass with his mouth and allowed his finger to drift back down to probe her wet little pussy.

  One finger, two finger, three fingers stretched through her walls, slowly gliding in and out while he lapped and tonged at her ass. She wriggled and writhed, cooing and gasping each time he pushed his tongue into her hole. And it wasn’t bad either. It tasted like skin and sweat and suntan lotion and the lingering, musty scent of her cunt wavered up to further entice him.

  Scott backed off, drawing his fingers out and gripping her leg to turn her around in the chair. Peyton was only too eager to oblige, quickly flipping onto her back and resting on her elbows to stare down at him as he surveyed the lips of her pussy. They seemed to quiver in anticipation, a frothy
cream lining those lips and quietly begging for Scott to lick them clean.

  He dove down on her muff, doing all the things he’d seen in porn movies. Apparently he was doing them right because Peyton quickly dropped back in the chair and raised her hips up to buck and push against his lips and tongue. He flicked across her nub a few times, then stopped to suckle it into his mouth, delighting in the gasping excitement rising from her chest as he pulled and tugged with his lips. He dove his fingers back inside her again, pumping them in and out while he ate her pussy and felt his own excitement swelling to epic proportions. He was practically humping the chair, rubbing his hard on against the plastic threading while he lapped and slurped at his stepsister’s sweet, juicy snatch, and if her rising breaths were any indication of her excitement, Scott was pretty sure he’d be burying his cock in that pussy before all was said and done.

  As Peyton’s moans grew louder, Scott was even more turned on, which he didn’t even think was possible. She strained to push her body forward, mashing herself into his face and bumping up to bounce her button against his eager tongue.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Right there, yes.”

  Scott couldn’t be sure, but the writhe of her hips suggested she was about to come, and he wanted to be ready to lick every last gush of nectar from her slit. He tongued and teased, sucked and nibbled on her swollen bud until, delighting in her anxious squirms and delicate whimpers. When she finally unleashed, her entire body stiffened, toes curling at the ends of the chair before she shuddered again and again under his power.

  He didn’t stop until every last gush was licked clean and Peyton’s body relaxed into a soft puddle in the chair. Resting his face on her thigh, he swept his finger up through her folds and gently stroked and probed while she caught her breath.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Scott... I...”

  A momentary twinge of guilt mixed with fear. She was going to tell him she couldn’t believe he’d just done that to her and end it all right there; he could feel it.

  “I can’t let you get away with that...”

  Here it comes; he braced himself for disappointment.

  “Not without generously repaying the favor.” She pushed herself up in the chair. “Sit down, little brother,” she grinned, a malicious gleam shining in her eyes as she shrugged her hair over her shoulder.

  Scott dropped back into the other chair and Peyton lowered onto her knees, lightly nudging his legs apart as she leaned in.

  “I’ve been dying to get a look at that cock of yours,” she told him, licking her lower lip in anticipation. With careful hands, she peeled the elastic waistband of his swim trunks away from his stomach and reached in to draw his rock hard rod out into the sunlight. The sun’s rays were warm on his generally unexposed skin, but Peyton wouldn’t let him burn. After raising her eyebrows in appreciation, she stared into his eyes for a moment and then lowered her head.

  Only one other girl had ever touched his cock, but that was all she’d done. His first real girlfriend had been exceptionally fast, reaching into his pants to jerk him off on their fourth date, but Scott had been so flustered and insecure at the time, he broke up with her the next day out of shame.

  Now he was ready to take the plunge, and couldn’t believe it was going to happen with his own stepsister. His stomach hitched several times in nervous anticipation of what was to come, but nothing prepared him for the warm, moist cavern of her soft mouth sliding over his pulsing head. Peyton gobbled him deep inside, as if she’d practiced for years to be able to deep throat a cock, and didn’t stop until his balls rested just under his chin. Drool dribbled down her chin and dripped onto his sack, trickling slowly down the raised flesh before splashing to the patio below them as a strangled moan of pleasure caught in the back of Scott’s throat.

  As she rolled back up, dancing her tongue along the shaft, he sunk back into the seat and closed his eyes, completely content with the magical feel of his stepsister’s busy lips working his cock. She popped them off his swollen head with a loud, deliberate suck and then dove back down to swallow him up again, repeating the gentle flicker of her tongue as she bobbed up and down. It felt good, a little too good, and when she lifted her hand up to grip the base just above his balls, she squeezed to build up even more unbearably delicious pressure.

  Sticky and wet with her slobber, she rolled her fisted hand up and down his length, pumping and tugging and sucking and licking until he thought for sure he was going to blow in her face just like he’d fantasized. Intuitively, she backed off, popping him out of her mouth just moments before going too far. Leaning back on her heels, she grinned at him before reaching up to wipe drool from the corner of her mouth.

  “Easy does it, Scotty,” she said. “We wouldn’t want you to blow your wad before you even had a chance to get inside me.”

  He gulped a swallow and watched her stand up. Her pussy was glistening once more with the slick sheen of desire, which beaded on the close-cut strands of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Scott reached out a hand to glide through that shimmering nectar and slowly drove his fingers back up inside her. He could feel her walls shudder and clench under his attention, but she quickly composed herself.

  “Uh-uh,” she shook her head, backing up just out of reach. “I want that cock,” she glanced down at the pole firmly planted between his thighs, a slow grin grabbing the right corner of her mouth.

  She took a step toward him and closed his knees with her own, so his legs were planked between hers, and then she eased down slow into his lap until her dripping, eager snatch was just centimeters from the head of his cock. He could feel her heat as she dropped down slow and hovered over him in a teasing fashion.

  “You really want to fuck me, Scotty?” she asked, quirking her eyebrow as she grinned.

  “Oh God, yes,” he huffed a little nervously, afraid she was playing a trick on him, getting him all riled up then planning to back out and laugh in his face.

  “Even though I’m like practically your sister?”

  Those words should have deterred him, but they only seemed to spur him on, make him want her more. He couldn’t believe that less than a week ago, he was completely repulsed by the mere thought of her. Two glimpses at her tits and a few fantasies later, he was ready to offer up his virginity to the girl he’d loathed more than anything just days before.

  “Especially because you’re like practically my sister,” he whispered, red splotches of mingled shame and desire coloring his face.

  He gripped her hips in his hands and drew her closer, could almost feel her cunt opening up to take him inside as she hovered over him. “There’s no turning back from this,” she pointed out.

  Scott shook his head. “I don’t care,” he said. “I’m game if you’re game.”

  This made her grin again and she nodded her agreement. “Are you a virgin?”

  Scott swallowed a slow, embarrassed gulp and diverted his gaze from hers.

  “It’s okay if you are,” she told him. “I’ll show you everything you need to know.”

  “Yes,” he nodded. “I’m a virgin.”

  Peyton liked the sound of that, Scott could see it in her eyes.

  “Not for long,” she whispered, leaning inward. Her lips hovered just over his and she darted her tongue out to tease him.

  Scott immediately opened his mouth, drawing her forward by her hips until their lips meshed together in a first kiss. He wondered if she could taste her own juices as she kissed him, but even if she could, she didn’t really seem to mind. She practically devoured his mouth, pressing in hard and parting his lips with her tongue. The velvety wet buds danced against his and his eager cock leapt upward, the head brushing through the slavering lips of her pussy.

  “You’re so wet,” he muttered between kisses.

  “All the better to eat you with, my dear,” she giggled.

  He didn’t know how long her teasing game went on. In reality, it was probably only a few minutes, if even that, but to Scott it f
elt like hours. Her warm, moist cunt dropping against the head of his throbbing cock, her hips jerking up and back before he could slip inside and sheath himself completely. It was driving him wild. Each time she coated him with her sticky juices, it only made him want her so bad he could feel an immense weight straining and tugging deep in his balls, but from the devilish look in her eye, she knew exactly what she was doing.

  “I want you,” he growled, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip before he kissed them.

  Peyton seemed to have no intention of obliging his desires just yet. She continued to sway and circle her hips, dipping down to moisten his head with long, slow pussy kisses before jerking them back up and smiling eagerly down at him. He didn’t know how much more he could take and feared that if she didn’t let him inside her soon, he might blow all over her long before they even began to fuck.