Stepbrother for Christmas

by Amy Brent

  "No. Go right ahead," I say. "It just scared me."

  He kisses my forehead and disappears into the bathroom. I lay on the futon still as a statue, trying to listen in, but I can't make out any of the words. He stays on the phone for a while, though. My eyelids grow heavy waiting, and I doze off. I am not sure how long I am asleep for, but when he wakes me up, he is fully dressed and standing over the bed.

  "Hey, Crystal," he whispers. My eyes blink as they focus on my stepbrother.

  "Hey, Dylan."

  He crouches down, so we are eye level. "I really wish I could stay here with you and hang out all night, but I really have to go now. Okay?"

  I nod.

  "I'm going to miss you," I say.

  "I know. I'm going to miss you more."

  "When will I see you again?" I ask. I don't want to guilt him or anything. He might have saved my life last night.

  "I'm not sure." His head rests on my forehead, and he brushes my hair back. "Please, just promise that you will be safe."

  "I will. I promise."

  "Thank you."

  He kisses me one more time, before opening the door. As soon, as I hear it shut with a click. Andrea bursts through the bathroom. Her eyes are wide. Oh my god. My heart drops. She knows. There goes our friendship and everything we have worked towards together. She knows and she is going to hate me.

  "Bitch," she says, standing with arms folded. I pull the blankets up to my chin so she can't see that I am naked.

  "Heyyy," I say.

  "Your step bro is the hottest motherfucking bad boy type I have seen." I smile. She takes a deep breath.

  “You know it, too. Don't you?" She side eyes me.

  "Oh, my god are you guys? -"So, she didn't hear us fucking. She shakes her head. "Crystal, if you are hitting that, then you are an idiot."

  I laugh.

  "Go, away, Andrea. Stop bursting in my room!"

  She shakes her head and goes back into her room. I lay there for a moment. At least, I have one friend I might tell one day. But I still don't know what will happen. Dylan and I probably won't see each other for a really long time. He travels everywhere for his work. I doubt he will need to stop at Hills University often. I roll over onto my side. My pussy is already starting to ache for his dick.

  Chapter 6

  Dylan

  The warm fire crackles and spurt embers around itself inside of the tall brick fireplace. The orange and red flames flicker upward as they burn the logs on top of them, charring them to black chunks. Long shadows flicker in the dark living room and cast them out through the room. But it's not the fire that has my attention. My eyes are glued on Crystal's tits as she bounces up and down on my hard cock. Her head is tilted back, and her hair tumbles over her chest, as her face scrunches up the way it normally does when I fuck her. My hands hold onto her as I thrust up into the sweet wet place between her legs. She likes that a lot. She almost screams. God, it is so good to have her back.

  "You like being fucked like that, little sis?" I ask. She nods her head fast. Crystal moans in response, egging me on. She quickly spins around, so she is on me reverse cowgirl style. That way I get my favorite view when we fuck. It's of her ass cheeks slapping together and onto my pelvis that I love to stare at. She leans forward slamming her pussy down. I see my rock hard cock emerge out of her covered in her juices then being sucked back into her sopping wet body. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair, and yank it back. She yelps and howls, as I buck deeper into her.

  "Oh, Dylan," she moans. "Oh. You feel so good. I love the way you fuck me. Uh. Uh."

  "Do you like your brother's cock?" I hiss, as I pull her back onto me, raising my hips to make sure my dick stays right buried deep inside of her. She nods.

  "Say it," I demand.

  "I do. I love my brother's long hard shaft fucking me. Uh, oh..."

  Her body seizes as she cums. Her tight pussy always clamps down so hard on me. I pump harder. My hands reach down and rub her erect clit. She screams and tries to roll away; her orgasm is so intense, but I hold her down to make sure she takes every bit of it as I give it to her. The release is more intense than anything I have ever experienced.

  "Cum in me," she cries. "I want to feel all of you."

  I burst then. My load spills into her. The sensation is so overwhelming. I feel like I am high. My legs shake, as my ass clenches.

  "Fuck!" I cry out.

  "Crystal!" I hear a voice scream in the doorway.

  "Dylan! Get away from your sister. What the fuck are you two doin?!"

  My head snaps to see who it is. George and Martha stand in the doorway looking completely mortified. I try and push Crystal away, but my dick is stuck inside of her pussy like it's been cemented in.

  "Let me go, Crystal!" I shout, as our parents start screaming at us.

  "How could you?!" "What is wrong with you two?" Martha begins to cry, and George glares at me. I feel intense hate radiating out of him. I think he might kill me.

  "You are no son of mine," he shouts in a deep voice.

  "No! It's not like -" I try to explain. But then Crystal, suddenly starts to scream, an ear-piercing loud screech. I pull my dick out of her, but it completely rips off. Blood sprays out of me.

  I jerk awake on the couch. The fire is just a low glow now. I rub my eyes with my hand. What the fuck? My thoughts are running a million miles per minute. I feel a wet spot in my jeans. Jesus, did I really have a wet dream? I sit up groggily and stare at the half drank scotch on my dad's coffee table. My phone screen lights up. It's only 2 AM. I must have passed out as soon as I sat down on the couch. I didn't even get to turn the television set on. I sit up and make my way upstairs to my bedroom. I look over at Crystal's bedroom door. She is coming home tomorrow - well, today from school for Christmas vacation. I make my way to my bed and fall on it. I think it's safe to say for some reason I am nervous to see her. We hardly spoke after I saw her last. Fuck. I have just been so busy. But man, I am excited to see her and her pussy. I reach into my bed side table and pull out a cigarette. I light it and take a long pull of the end, letting the smoke drift into my mouth where I hold it. I close my eyes. I don't think there will be any way for me to sleep.

  We've talked a few nights, but usually, she was studying, and if she wasn't studying then I was at a meeting. Maybe this is for the best. My dream of fucking her comes back to my mind. Maybe, we will be able to calm down and return to just being normal step-siblings. I smile to myself. Come on, Dylan, I think. There is absolutely no way you will ever be able to get past Crystal and those perfect tits she has. I remember seeing her on the bathroom floor being bent over by that pig. I fucked him up so bad, maybe a little too much. I had my assistant check-in. He might be blind in one eye. Serves the fucker right though. How could you ever do something like that to my girl? She needs me. That was stupid of her. No. You can’t blame her. It's like I can't get her out of mind, ever. This isn't the first time I have dreamed about her. Usually, we are fucking, or she is sucking my cock. My favorites are when I get to dream about eating her delicious rich pussy. I miss that taste. Fuck, I need her to sit on my face. She's never done that with me. I flick the ash off the cigarette. Yeah, there's no way I will be able to fall asleep tonight.

  My eyes flicker over at the diamond necklace I bought her for Christmas. That might have been too much. Fuck it. She deserves the world. I stand up. I might as well go to the gym and work off some of this energy. Maybe, my raging boner will die off one of these days.

  My car pulls into the driveway. The morning sun is rising above the horizon finally. Fresh, powdery snow starts to fall from the sky and make its slow travel down to the cold frozen ground. My dad stands on the sidewalk holding a shovel. The man is a millionaire, and yet he insists on shoveling his driveway. I guess that is what makes the man fucking driven. I get out of my car holding my protein shaker in my right hand and a cigarette in the left.

  "Morning, kiddo," George says, waving his arm.

  "He
y, old man."

  He looks down at my cig.

  "Seems counterintuitive to work out and then smoke."

  I frown.

  "I'm stressed."

  "Is that why you are coming back from the gym at five am?"

  "Yup. Couldn't sleep. But I could ask why you are shoveling the driveway at 5 am.”

  “I’m stressed too. It is all unfortunately part of being an adult.”

  "Well, grab a shovel." He points to the garage. I walk through the door and throw my stuff in the foyer, before returning outside to the winter to help shovel. We shovel in the silent morning. There is no wind. This makes it slightly more bearable. A large truck with a plow attached to the front of it drives by, but my head lifts and looks up, hoping that its Crystal. I suddenly have the urge to tell my dad that I am in love with my step-sister, but I don't.

  "When's Martha heading up to HU?" I ask. Maybe, I can surprise Crystal and pick her up.

  "Oh, she got up there last night. She and Crystal went out for dinner and then she just stayed there overnight."

  It makes me think about Crystal's dorm room. I bet Martha slept on the futon, where I fucked the shit out of her daughter. The thought of having sex with Crystal makes me hard again. Goddammit. When will this end?

  "That's nice."

  "Yeah," he says hauling another load of snow. “I’m glad you came again.”

  “Figured I had missed enough Christmas’.”

  “You have,” he nods.

  “You know, believe it or not, dad. I do miss you. On the rare occasion, I think I miss the old man.” He smiles and shakes his head.

  “I love you, Dill. Even if you can be a little shit.”

  “I love you too, pops. Even if you can be a big shit.”

  A giant snow ball lands on my face and brushes it off, sending one right back at my father.

  I sit in the kitchen, sucking on the hot cup of black coffee I made for George and I. My dad is in his office. The holidays are around the corner, but that doesn't mean we get to stop working. I just set up a few of my meetings in the cities nearby, that way I can be home with them - with Crystal. George and Martha were pretty surprised when I showed up last night. I told them it was luck. It wasn't. I had been planning since Thanksgiving to work out a schedule so I can be here with her. I stare at my phone.

  Come on, Crystal. Text me back once.

  She is always late with responding. I drain the cup and fill more into it. I stare out of the window blankly. The snow twists around, but my thoughts remain on my step-sister, and how I want to fuck her for the first time since we have been apart. It has been so long. Jesus, she is going to be so tight. I hope I don't blow before she cums. It was a close call when we were in her dorm room, and when she was sucking me off in the car. God, that mouth of hers is straight fucking magic. I roll my neck and take a deep breath. Calm down. You don't want to overwhelm the poor girl, but really I do. I smile at myself. I am so conflicted. I'm worse than a teenager girl. I look down at my phone for the billionth time, just as George comes into the kitchen.

  "Did Martha let you know when they were headed over?" I ask. My dad thinks it over.

  "Yeah. She texted me telling me they were grabbing some breakfast in town and then they would head back to home. She is waiting for the snow to stop. But it's not nearly as bad as forecasted. They always get the weather wrong.”

  I nod.

  "Why are you so anxious?" he asks.

  "I'm not," I say, turning to face him. Is it really that obvious?

  "Well, what do you keep checking your phone for?"

  I look down at the glowing screen illuminating from my hand. I'm glad I changed my screen saver before I got back. It was a nude picture Crystal sent me last week. She was laying on her bed and took it right of her bare ass. The ass I so desperately want to squeeze.

  "Waiting to hear about a deal."

  "Who's the client?" he asks.

  "O-tech." The best way to grab my dad’s attention is to bring up business.

  He smirks.

  "That'd be a great one. Their stocks just went way up. I just bought about 200 hundred G’s.”

  “200 G’s. Why are you talking like that?”

  He shrugs.

  I nod and try to brush it off. I had actually just landed a deal with the business yesterday. I should be celebrating but I can't. Breathe, I tell myself. So, going off of what George told me they wouldn't be here for a few more hours.

  God, I am going crazy. Crystal is all I want. She has consumed every part of me, and she is all I desire.

  "Why don't you try to take a nap?" my dad says, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "You look like you need it."

  I half-heartedly smile.

  "You really think so?"

  He nods.

  "You look almost as old as I do." I don't find that joke too funny. "I'm joking. You are almost as handsome as me."

  I shake my head and laugh. "Alright, grandpa."

  I decided a nap might do me some good. After the workout and shoveling, my body is tired. Well, all of it except for my cock. That part of me is ready to run a marathon inside of Crystal. I make my way back to my bed, shutting the door behind me. I slip off my clothes and fall on the bed in my boxers.

  My hand crawls underneath the elastic, and I begin to stroke up and down. I figure I should probably take care of this issue before Crystal shows up, or else I might just fuck her right there in the foyer. I like that idea. I picture grabbing her as soon as she walks into the house and ripping her pants down. She will be so wet because she has wanted this as much as I have. I won't have to fight her or warm her up. She is ready. I bend her right over the table in the entryway and plunge my cock into her tight pussy. She screams and oh baby, it feels so good. I tug faster on my cock. "God," I murmur. After I fuck her on the table, she turns around and drops to her knees. Those perfect lips of her hers wrap around my cock. She sucks my dick, bobbing her head back and forth. I don't even need to move my hips she is moving so fast. Her hand holds the base and moves with her mouth. She takes my balls in her mouth one by one and licks them eagerly. I can barely contain myself. She is so good. "Fuck!" I cum in my hand. Sleep hits me like a rock then, and I pass out.

  "Dylan," a voice whispers. A hand lands gently on my chest and lips press against mine. I open my eyes. Crystal! I wrap my arms around her and pull her down onto me. I don't say anything, but my mouth still moves. It kisses her deeply, tasting her mouth, savoring every piece of it. She giggles on top of me. My arms are tight around her waist. She still feels cold from being outside. Her cheeks and nose are bright red. My nose fills with the scent of fresh strawberries and flowers. I hold her.

  "Dylan," she giggles again, trying to lift herself off me, but I don't let her go.

  "No. I'm never going to let you go."

  She laughs again and finally squirms out of my lock. I stare at her. She looks so beautiful. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She has a loose sweatshirt on and leggings. No makeup, just Crystal, the way I like it. Blood surges down to my dick. I pull her back on top of me.

  "Are mom and dad home right now?" I whisper in her ear. My hand reaches up and fondles her soft breast. She has no bra on.

  "Yes. I literally just walked through the door.”

  "Fuck me," I curse under my breath. My hand trails to between her legs.

  "Oh, believe me. I want to more than anything." She pulls back out of my arms. "Later tonight." She winks. "But for now, just get up and spend some time with me."

  I smile. "It will be hell."

  "Why?" she asks innocently heading toward the door.

  I bite my lip as my eyes fall on her round ass, bouncing under the sheer black pants.

  "You know why."

  "I've fucking missed you." She disappears down the hall, and I have no choice, but to follow after her.

  I can't stop staring at Crystal. She is sitting across me at the kitchen table wearing a low cut black sweater which is clinging to her la
cey bra. I pick at the piece of grilled chicken sitting in front of me. My fingers twist the piece of chicken in my hands. I should eat more, but I am only craving the soft tissue between Crystal's thighs. I know it's way juicer than the chicken in front of me. We make eye contact now and then, not wanting to stare too long. It can be so obvious to others around you, when you are in love with someone. But we must wait, and the waiting only builds and builds. I know the release will be unreal.

  After dinner, we stay in the den with our parents watching some old Christmas movie. I don't pay much attention to it. Crystal and I sit next to one another with a long red blanket draped over our legs. My hands crawl underneath it to her leg. She looks at me fast and shakes her head. She leans into me.

  "Wait," she says. Her breath tickles my earlobe. Now she is the one calling the shots. I smile and retract my hand. Martha's eyes are slowly open and close. George nuzzles up next to his wife. I want to cuddle and hold my step sister like that when we watch movies. After the movie ends, George stands up and picks Martha up into his arms. My stepmom looks like a doll in his arms, as they make their way out of the living room. "Goodnight, you guys," he says. We both say night, but Crystal and I don't dare move. We wait, patiently, like two predators waiting to attack its prey. Finally, we hear the door of the bedroom click and lock. Now we are seconds away. Crystal finally stands.