Stepbrother for Christmas

by Amy Brent

  "Hey," she says, "Why don't we go down to the basement?"

  "The basement?" I ask.

  "Yeah. Dad got a new hot tub installed down there."

  "Did he really?" This is news to me. She shakes her head yes with a wicked grin. I stand up and follow her out of the dining room. We tiptoe which is unusual because it's not like we wouldn't be allowed to move or something like that, but we are just up to no good, and we can't risk anything. Crystal opens the basement door, and we both freeze when it squeaks.

  "It’s nothing," I say, resting my hand on her shoulder. In a few minutes, I will be inside of her.

  "I know," she breathes out of her nose. We walk down the basement steps. My dad must have had this part redone as well when Martha moved in. My mom never let him have his own space, but Martha must have been cool with turning it into a man cave. It's warm and humid down here, but I see the hot tub outside of the of the walk out door. It is in the ground with lights around, and it looks like it might connect to our pool when it's open during the summer. A small minibar is stocked next to it. I open the glass sliding door, and the winter wind sends a chill through us both.

  "Its fucking cold," I say through my clenched teeth.

  "So we just have to warm each other up," Crystal says in a low voice. I smile and pull my shirt up and my pants down as she does the same. The cold temperature makes her nipples long and erect. My eyes hover over her tight little tummy, her round breasts, her splendid wide hips like I am savoring my food before digging in and appreciating its beautiful presentation. Crystal tilts her head.

  "Shall we get in?" I nod slowly. And we step into the water. Neither of us have made the first move. The water is hot on our skin, but it feels good. We sink deep in so only our necks are exposed to the cold air, but the heat from the water warms us. My hands reach over and turn the jets on. Bubbles explode and rumble as the jets shoot more water out. Crystal changes the LED lights along the rim of the hot tub to red.

  "What's the mood lighting for?" I ask. She bites her lips.

  "For you and me."

  "I don't know what you are talking about, Crystal."

  She shakes her head and laughs. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, Dylan."

  "Me? You were having fantasies about your stepbrother?" I smile and scoot towards, pushing the water forward, sending foam everywhere. "That's not very appropriate, Crystal. I should tell you."

  She cocks her head and reaches her hands out. She grips my boner under the water. My toes curl, and I let out a long breath of air. God, I have missed her touch.

  "I should probably tell our parents that you fucked me in their house, then." Her hand moves up and down fast.

  "You should probably also let them know that you sucked my dick. That's not what step sisters are supposed to do."

  She raises her eyebrows. "Oh - what do step sisters do then? You obviously know."

  My fingers start to play with her nipples, pulling and pinching them gently. Her breasts appear and bob on the splashing water. Her wet flesh shimmers in the red light. She shudders and leans forward into my hands. Her arms still move on my cock. The blood is pumping in my body. I am enjoying every touch and moment, not letting one slip by. This is what I have been waiting for, since Thanksgiving.

  "I don't want a good step sister right now. I want one that I can fuck hard."

  She bites her lips and closes her eyes. I can't take it anymore. My mouth dives onto hers as I pull her close to me. She tastes so good. My mouth waters at the sensation. She grinds her hips on my dick. The water splashes and spurts onto us, and the taste of chlorine mixes in with everything. My hands find her ass and squeeze her juicy cheeks hard. Crystal puts her knees on either side of so that they rest on the seat in the hot tub. She arches her back up and submerges my face in her voluptuous breasts. My tongue licks her salty skin, and my mouth finds her nipples, sucking on them. I nibble on both until they are hard. My hands continue playing with her ass, and my fingers run along her pussy and asshole, touching and prodding. She bobs back down, and we kiss passionately, tongue fucking one another's mouths like we may never get to fuck again. The steaming heat and the glass of wine we had at dinner are making our head spin, and our buzz feels electric. She pushes my face back into her breasts; I continue to plummet into them, lapping at them like the dog I am. I hear her inhale deeply as she practically melts in my arms. Spasms of arousal shake me. She continues to tug on my cock, warming it up. I slide my fingers into her now and move them against the inner wall of the sanctum. A gasp of air releases from her lungs.

  "I've missed you," she moans.

  "I missed you too." My fingers are working furiously inside of her. I pull them out, grab onto her hips, lift her up and set her out of the tub. The cold winter air washes over her, but her skin is red hot from being in the tub. I push her legs open, and my mouth begins to devour her pussy. I rub her clit with my tongue, spinning it against the pressure of my mouth. Her fingers dig into my damp hair and pull. Whining builds inside of her throat. She gasps. "Fuck." I continue tasting her sweet, salty piece like a starved man, eating for the first time. My cock is fully engorged. I want her to cum on my face before I take her. She moans deep as her legs begin to shake around me. Her stomach muscle tightens, and her whole body grows stiff as the pressure starts to overwhelm her. My tongue swirls inside of the cunt, wiggling, and squirming. My hands creep around her ass and trace along her delicate ass hole. Her whimpers are now full-blown moans of ecstasy. She bucks forward, as she cums. Her body shakes and cries out. Spasms of arousal rip through me as I please her. She screams; it is so intense.

  But then we hear footsteps, just a creak of the floor blood. We stare at one another, naked, panting. Crystals eyes go wide. We wait. Perhaps it is only the house creaking or the wind pushing something away on the house.

  "Dylan!" Crystal whispers harshly. Then we hear it clearly, the sound of a woman's cough from upstairs. Crystal almost falls off the edge of the hot tub. She scrambles up and disappears into the basement. She goes to the closet my dad keeps all the board games in and shuts the door. I hold my breath. Her clothes! I reach my arm down and throw them in the hot tub, so they can be seen in the doorway. I reach down and pull out my phone from my pants pocket. Martha is making her way down the steps now, slowly cautiously. I am sure she heard her daughter screaming as I mouth fucked the shit out of her.

  "Hello," My step mom's voice calls out cautiously. I lean forward, happy the jets bubble enough to hide my nakedness under the water. She pops her tired eyes out in the doorway. I look up and pretend to be scared, as if I was so deep in my thoughts I would never anticipate a visitor.

  "Hey," I say casually. Martha stares at me blankly.

  "What are you doing?" she asks. Her eyes are focusing. She must not have her contacts in.

  "Just hanging out," I sigh. "Really stressed out from work."

  She nods and looks around the room as if she is searching for something. I fumble with my phone.

  "I thought I head Crystal scream?" she furrows her eyebrows.

  "Uh - I was watching a video on my phone?"

  She stands there for a long moment and then nods slowly as if she is digesting the situation. My eyes glance over at the closet where Crystal is probably sweating profusely.

  "Okay...Well. Just make sure to lock everything up, Dylan." She turns around and starts to head back to her room.

  "I will," I say to her. I listen to the floorboards creaking over my head. I wait. Crystal is waiting too. She probably can't hear as well as me all muffled in the closet. Luckily for me, the little incident with Martha has not caused anything to die down. I jump out of the hot tub. Wet runs off my skin. The cold air feels amazing, blowing over my naked body. My cock stands stiff as ever with one mission, to fuck my stepsister. I run off the patio, closing the door and over to the closet. I swing open the door and slide in fast. Crystal almost screams, but my hand presses over her mouth. I push my body against her; my hard cock digs between her
ass cheeks. My other hand slides between her legs to her slit. I know where to touch her now, to make her wet in a matter of seconds. I knew she would need some more encouragement after her mom came down the stairs. Her heartbeat is racing under her skin. I breathe my sister's scent.

  "You were a bad girl, running off and hiding in the closet." My mouth trails down her soft tender back. My fingers continue to slide along her slit. I can feel her juice slowly begin to build and drip onto my finger. Crystal's breaths become fast and short under my hand, as the sensation begins to build. My two fingers glide into her wet warmness, and tenderly twirl inside of her. She whimpers and sticks her ass out, pushing into me. I move my fingers faster. She needs to be stretched her pussy is so tight from not having one visit in a while. I work it and her. Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and she closes her eyes.

  "You have to stay quiet, baby," I whisper in her ear,

  “Or you'll get us in trouble."

  "I will," she whispers. Just then, my finger furiously moves inside of her, and my thumb finds her clit. She cries out. My hand slams back on her ass.

  "You have to try better than that," I say bending her over and spanking her. The small closet is being warm and humid from the closeness of our bodies and heavy breathing.

  "Fuck me, Dylan," she whimpers softly. "I won't be loud. I'll be good. I can do it." I kiss her neck and mouth hard. Then my hand falls on the middle of her back, and I push down, bending her over slightly. She has already spread her stance and lifted her ass up in the air. She is shorter than me, so I bend my legs slightly, then I guide my cock to her soaking wet pussy. I gently press it between her lips, and then I ram it into her hard. She holds in her scream, as she tilts forward taking all of me in one hit. I let out a long groan.

  "Holy fuuuuck." She is tighter than ever. I might cum right now. I pull my hips back, so my cock almost exits, but right at the last minute, I buck back into her full force. She whimpers. "Oh, Dylan."

  "You like that?"

  "Mm-more. I want more," she pants. I need no more encouragement. I grasp her wrists and push them on the wall. My hips rock intensely, fucking her hard. I grunt and growl; her pussy feels so intense on my rock hard cock. Her ass bounces against my pelvis, as I continue delving into her. She orgasms again. Her pussy contracts around me, tightening and relaxing in spasms of pure pleasure. I pump into her deeper; her climax only inspires my cock for more.

  "Cum inside of me," she says. That's it. I don't even get to respond. The idea of cumming in her sends me right to the top. My cock surges as it shoots its load out and into her. It is even more intense than my dream.

  "Fuck! Fuck!" I gasp while I climax. The release is greater than any I have ever experienced. I stay inside of her, slowly rocking my hips with my used piece. I moan, each movement feels unreal. She whimpers when I pull out. I spin her around and hold her close, inside of the closet. We kiss for a long time, softly, reassuring one another that we are satisfied completely for now. I'm not sure it will be long until I find my way into her. Probably a few hours.

  "Please, tell me that you are on birth control or something," I say.

  "Yeah, Trust me. I know this relationship is kinda different, so I didn't want to make it any more difficult."

  I kiss her forehead.

  "Want to come sleep in my bed for a little?" she asks, looking at me with her beautiful puppy dog eyes. I hold her close as we walk out of the closet.

  "Of course, hot cheeks." She crinkles up her nose at the nickname and shakes her head. We put our clothes back on and cover up the hot tub, locking everything up. Crystal stops and looks at me.

  "So like - what did my mom say? Did she see that you were naked?" I rest my hand on her shoulder. We walk up the steps.

  "She saw my face buried between your legs as my tongue fucked your pussy." Crystal frowned and slapped my chest lightly.

  "No, seriously."

  "She did! She just shot me a thumbs up and wished me luck."

  "I hate you," Crystal laughed. She stops and stares at me.

  "What?" I ask. Her eyes look worried, and she chews on her lip.

  "I don't like this."

  "Like what?"

  "Having to hide everything from our parents. My mom and I have always been so open together, and now, I feel kind of guilty about being with you. Like - I mean hiding it from her and your dad." I watch her face, and my hand raises to touch it slowly.

  "I know. I don't like it either. It's kind of silly."

  "I feel like I'm in high school again."

  "Does that mean you don't want to keep on - you know, screwing?"

  "No, no," she says smoothly, pulling me close to her. "We should never stop that." We come to her bedroom. Before she opens the door, I lift her up into my arms and throw her onto the bed. I am already as hard as a rock again.

  Chapter 7

  Dylan

  My leg is thrown over Dylan's shoulder. My back rubs against the cool surface of the dining room table. His hand holds my leg up and thrusts fast inside of me. My chest rises and falls fast, as my breasts bounce up and down. His pelvis bone rubs against my clit. My pussy contract on my step brother's raging hard cock, sending waves of pressure into me. It builds and builds. We were having dinner, just the two of us, when Dylan just threw me onto the table and began to fuck me. We haven't been able to keep our hands off each other. Our parents are out for the night. They went to town on a date, and we aren't sure when they will come back, but we waste no time getting busy because now we can be out and open, and I can be loud. I tilt my head back and moan again.

  "You like that?" he asks, bucking his hips.

  "Y-y-yes. Feels so good."

  "Hm, hm, hm," he grunts loud, and I love it, knowing that my pussy makes him happy. He flips me around on the table, knocking over the golden candlestick. My ass is up in the air in front of him. He slaps it hard, several times. I wince but love the way it feels knowing that he is in complete control of me. His dick slides into me, and I wiggle my ass side to the side on it, as I bounce up and down along it. His cock dives deep into me. My body soars with delight, and I cry out again.

  "Oh, baby." My pussy becomes a place of fire and sexual desire. Dylan's cock plunges into me, and I feel every bit of my body ignited. I clench my teeth. I want him deeper inside of me to feel every inch of him. My ass pushes back as he thrusts in. He understands. His speed increases and my body begins to soar. My body rocks on the table, and then the orgasm comes like an explosion of fireworks. It starts in my pussy and fires off in my clit. Dylan's hand works on my pleasure spot, spinning my sensitive nub in circles. "Oh, god. Oh -" the words get caught in my throat as the climax builds, and the sensation releases through my tightened muscles. I look up at Dylan; his mouth hangs open as he focuses on satisfying me. I smile lazily as the aftershocks dance through me. I twist my body. His dick is an even greater sensation of my now very sensitive pussy. I want to escape his long shaft, but he is sturdy and strong, diving into me with rhythm and skill.

  "I love watching you cum," he cooes between thrusts.

  "I love watching you watch me," I smile. He shakes his head. He slows down for a moment. My pussy is dripping, and my juice runs out and onto the table underneath. His sweat drips onto my body. His tongue runs along the inside of his mouth, and then he transforms into the same wild beast from before. His hand reaches into my hair, and he pulls me back, so I am only a doll bending to his will. His other hand hungrily squeezes my breast.

  "Fuck," he grunts. "Suck me off."

  I spin around on the table, so now my lips are gripping his member. It’s warm and tastes like me, but his pre cum drips into my mouth as I suck on him. My neck moves back and forth, and my tongue slides along him. His hand lands on the back of my neck, and he controls the speed. I look up and see his eyes are glued to my ass, bobbing up and down on the table, perfectly lit. My knees begin to burn on the hard table, but I don't mind it. I just suck harder, until his face contorts, and I feel his dick start to
twitch between my lips. His salty sweet load spreads down my throat, and I slowly tease the rest of the erection out of him. He pulls me up and kisses me softly.

  "You sweet little monster," he says. I melt in his arm as he lifts me off the table and into the den. Fire is glowing down, and gently lights the room with a soft glow. It's warm and safe in here. We can hear the wind blowing against the side of the house and hitting the roof. He lays my naked body on the soft leather couch and finds one of the fuzzy blankets. Dylan takes his time tucking me into the soft fabric with him on the sofa. I close my eyes and nuzzle up against him. Even though our parents could burst through the door, I feel so safe with him. I know he will protect me. We stretch out so that I am laying on his chest. My soft breasts rest on top of him. His skin feels like velvet to me, and my fingerprints run up and down his skin with light touches. He stares at me longingly - the way you stare at someone you love and don't care who notices, but your person is all that matters to you at that moment.

  "You are the best Christmas present a guy could ask for. You know that?" he asks. I press my mouth onto him, and we kiss each other gently. I take a deep breath.

  "I wish this was our house and that we could just stay here forever alone."

  He smiles. His hands run down my back and to my ass.