Dirty Stepbrother - A Firefighter Romance (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  “You ready?” Elly asked me. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it. It didn’t make me want to go in; it made me want to take her back to my room and fuck her. I knew she wasn’t going for that unless I did the session first though, so I sucked down my hatred for those two people and went inside.

  “Hi baby!” My mother got up as if she thought I was going to hug her or something. I shot her a look, so she sat back down. My father knew better. He only nodded in my direction. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Elly, though, and for that, I wanted to knock him out of his chair.

  I introduced Elly to my therapist and he repeated who she was to my parents since I’d left them out. The way he was going out of his way to be so polite to them was making me sick.

  “Let’s get this over with,” I told my therapist.

  “Okay, would you like to start, Tristan?”

  “No. Just consider me a hostile observer,” I told him. I could feel Elly’s eyes on me, but I didn’t look at her. She really didn’t understand.

  “I’ll start,” my mother said. I couldn’t wait for this. “Tristan was the most beautiful baby,” she said. I rolled my eyes. I felt like I was on a fucking episode of This is Your Life.

  “I don’t think he cares about my tender years,” I told her. She looked embarrassed and that made me happy. I wanted her to know that I thought she was an idiot.

  “I was just saying…he was a beautiful kid. When he was about three or four, we discovered he loved to sing, and he was good. We started putting him in singing competitions--”

  “Cha ching!” I said.

  “Tristan, do you have something to say?” the therapist asked.

  “No, I said it,” I told him.

  Mother went on, unfortunately. “He started singing professionally when he was ten and then the band formed when he was twelve. They were all boys he’d met in his competitions. They were all so talented.”

  My decided to cut in. “Tristan’s just pissed that the band broke up. Bottom line, that’s what his problem is.” God it would feel good to slam my fist into his face. I’d never done it. I never hit either one of them. I really wasn’t a violent person, but they brought out everything bad and evil in me.

  “Fuck you!” I said.

  “Tristan, that’s not productive. No name-calling, no profanity. Tell him how you feel.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible without profanity,” I said. My fucking mother actually started crying.

  Dad put his arm around her like he gave a shit and my therapist asked her, “Mrs. Rogers, why are you crying?”

  “It breaks my heart that he hates us so much. I try to stay in contact with him and he turns me away. It hurts so much. I don’t know what we ever did--”

  “Oh, dear god! Are you two fucking kidding here? Tell him the only reason you’re even here is because you’re still hoping I’ll win Fresh Voices and get that money. You’re hoping I’ll be stupid enough to give you some of it.”

  “You think they only want your money, Tristan?” the therapist asked.

  “Yes, that’s exactly what they want. They took it all the first time around.”

  “Bullshit!” My father said. “You had the best house, the best toys and clothes; you went to the best schools--”

  “And you were able to buy the best whores and the best drugs.”

  “You took plenty of drugs yourself!” he snapped back at me.

  I could feel my limbs starting to shake in anger. “I was a kid. I not only learned by example, you two fucking gave them to me. Uppers for the shows, downers for bedtime. It’s no wonder I’m a drug addict!”

  “You started the street drugs all on your own,” he said. “It was after that band broke up—you couldn’t deal with not being famous anymore.”

  “You’re right, I was fucked up after it broke up and all that went away. You want to know why? Because those people—the band, the media the fans—they were all I ever had. I felt like someone gave a shit about me when I was famous. It was the only kind of love I ever knew.”

  “We loved you, Tristan,” my mother said. “You pushed us away.”

  “You were sleeping with my agent, my producer, and my friend’s parents…both male and female!” Pointing at my dad I said, “He was spending his days at the casino and his nights at the titty bars or with high priced hookers. I was alone and I took the pills you left me so I could fucking sleep through it until I was old enough to go out. Then, I partied because I didn't have anyone at home to tell me that I shouldn't. The only time I was happy was onstage, and you may as well have taken that away too!”

  “You blame us for your band breaking up?” the old man said with a smirk.

  “I blame you for making me what I am. My drug abuse broke it up and I was abusing drugs because of you!” My mother started to open her mouth again, but I was done. It was a big fucking waste of time, just like I knew it would be. All it had served to do was piss me off even more. I got up and walked out. I could hear my mother babbling and the therapist calling after me. I didn’t give a fuck about any of them. I just needed out of there so I could breathe.

  Chapter Eight

  Elly

  I looked at Tristan’s parents and wondered what could possibly be wrong with two people that could bring a beautiful child into the world and then proceed to destroy him. It made me sick, and I didn’t blame him for walking out. I looked at his therapist and said, “Can I go make sure he’s okay?”

  The therapist looked a little sick himself. That was good; I would have had no faith in him at all if all of that didn’t affect him. His stupid parents were still talking. I got up and went after him. I turned the corner just in time to see him slam in his room. I followed him and knocked.

  “Get the fuck out of here!” he said, “I don’t want to see anybody.” I turned and started to leave when I heard the door open. I turned back around and he was standing in the doorway. “Except you,” he said.

  I smiled at him and stepped inside. “Are you okay?” He stepped forward and covered my mouth so I couldn’t speak.

  After a nice, long, hot kiss he pulled back and said, “I am now.”

  “Do you want to talk?” I asked.

  He put his finger across my lips and said, “Lock the door.”

  I turned around to lock it and I felt his body press up against mine. I could feel his cock already rock hard in his jeans. I turned the lock as I felt his lips next to my ear. He ran his tongue along the outside of it and then down along the side of my neck. I felt his hands slide up from my waist to my breasts. He grabbed one in each hand and kneaded them through my blouse and bra while he sucked on my neck. I was pressed so tightly against the wall I could barely breathe, but at that moment, I would have gladly suffocated. His hands felt so good, and I loved the feel of his lips and tongue on the sensitive flesh of my neck.

  He slid one of his hands down along the front of me, across the top of my abdomen, and then just inside the top of my jeans. I felt my thighs get wet all at once from the rush of moisture his touch brought about and I heard myself moan as he slid his hand down further. I reached up, unbuttoned, and unzipped them to give him better access.

  My pussy was aching for his touch. He slid his fingers down across my lips and then found my clit. He started to rub it with his body still pressing me into the wall. He was nibbling on my ear lobe and the whole thing was fucking hot. Tristan was just getting started, though. He pulled his hand out of my jeans and spun me around to face him. With me in that position, still pressed against the wall he shoved his tongue in my mouth and started undressing me. I helped him pull off my blouse and push down my jeans; he took care of the bra and panties. I was completely nude and he was still fully dressed.

  “I think you’re a little overdressed,” I told him.

  He grinned and said, “Patience.” That was funny, coming from him. “I want you to do something for me,” he said.

  “Okay….?”

  “Sit down on the bed fac
ing me,” he said. I did as he asked and then he said, “Open your legs.” He pulled off his shirt and then his jeans and boxers so that he was nude, too. I did as I was told. Then he surprised me by going over and sitting down in the chair across from me. “Play with your tits,” he said.

  I was horny as hell, so I did what he told me. I put a hand on each one and began to massage them. His hand dropped to his cock as he watched me and that spurred me on. I started pinching and pulling on my nipples as he rubbed his hand across the length of his cock.

  “Mm, yeah baby, that’s it. Play with those nipples for me. Lick your fingers…get them wet.”

  I put my right hand to my mouth and sucked on two of my fingers. Then, I traced them around the outside of my nipples. My pussy was tingling like crazy as I started pinching and pulling hard on them. I couldn’t believe how much it was turning me on.

  “Masturbate for me, Elly,” Tristan said. He was looking into my eyes as his hand slowly moved back and forth on his own cock. Fuck, he looked sexy. I slid my right hand down slowly to my pussy. I started rubbing it, but it was awkward sitting up like that so I lay back on the bed and drew my knees up so my heels were on the bed and my legs were wide open. “Oh yeah baby, you look so good,” Tristan’s voice was husky. I could hear the change in his breathing. I couldn’t see him any longer, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on putting on a show for him.

  I used two of my fingers to part my lips with one hand; then I brought the other one down and found my clit with my middle finger. It was swollen and eager to be touched. I started rubbing it, like I did when I was alone and no one was watching. This was more exciting though, knowing Tristan was watching me and touching himself. As I eased that finger into my pussy, I heard him whisper, “Oh…fuckkkkk.”

  I plunged it in as far as it would go and then pulled it back out and vigorously rubbed my hard clit with it again.

  “Mmm…” I was the one moaning now. My finger had a mind of its own, rubbing up and down and then in a small, light circle around my clit. Then, back into my pussy and then back to my clit, over and over again as Tristan whispered sexy things and moaned. I pushed myself up on one elbow so that I could see him. He was stroking himself harder and faster now, reaching down with the other hand to touch his balls. The sight of him made me work faster and harder on my own clit with one hand and twist and pull on my nipples with the other.

  I closed my eyes for a second and then I felt Tristan standing next to the bed. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He leaned in and kissed me. It was a long, sensuous kiss with both of our tongues twisting together, dueling for space in each other’s mouths. Feeling emboldened after masturbating in front of him, I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my breast. He pulled his mouth back and put the other hand on my other breast and he began to pull on my nipples and then squeeze the entire breast in his hand. Then he would pinch them and repeat the whole thing. I was gasping both from pleasure and frustration. I had to put my hand back down on my pussy. My clit felt like it might explode if I didn’t. He played with my tits then while I pinched and rolled and pushed on my aching clit.

  I couldn’t stand it any longer, I had to touch him. I reached up with my free hand and took his cock into my fist. I pumped it a few times while I continued to play with myself and he let out a long, deep moan. He had his eyes closed now and was rocking his hips in time with my hand. His fingers were still working my hard nipples and it felt so good that I never wanted him to stop.

  I finally brought his cock to my mouth and licked the silver drop of precum off the tip. He opened his eyes then and smiled down at me. While he was watching me, I brought it down and rubbed it across my hard nipples. I felt him shudder. I brought it back up to my mouth, and after a few more licks of the tip, I sucked it all the way in. He groaned loudly, again fueling my lust. I used my tongue to massage the shaft and tip of it as I bobbed my head up and down taking it in all the way to the back of my throat and then letting it slide back out again.

  “Oh fuck, Elly! That’s so good, baby.” Tristan wrapped his hand up in my hair and started guiding my head while his hips moved in and out. I reached up and wrapped my hand around him. I slid his cock in and out of my mouth while putting pressure on him with my hand. I drummed my fingers along his sensitive shaft and my tongue around the head while he watched me and moaned. I had to slip my other hand back down to my pussy. I moaned against his cock, and once again, he shuddered violently.

  Tristan pulled back until his cock popped out of my mouth and then he said, “Stand up.”

  On shaky legs, I rose to my feet and watched as he took my place on the bed. Then he pulled me down on his lap so I was straddling him. I put my hands on his shoulders, expecting him to penetrate me. Instead, he reached up with both hands and started playing with my tits again.

  “Oh, Tristan, it feels so good,” I told him. He knew just how to touch them and it surprised me how much I liked it when he pinched them hard. He noticed this and that drove him to lean in and take one in his mouth. As he sucked on it, he scraped along the side of it with his teeth. Wildly, I grabbed his head and pressed him harder into my chest. He actually began to nibble on it; at the same time, I felt his hand slip between my legs. He slipped two fingers into my soaking wet pussy and started finger fucking me while he tortured my breasts and nipples. On the verge of an orgasm, I began to buck my hips, riding his hand. The feel of his rock hard cock pressing against the crack of my ass was like icing on the cake. In a few short minutes, I was digging my nails into his shoulders as my body began to convulse. Waves of pleasure washed over me; he left his hand in place and rode it out with me. When I finally stopped shaking, he slipped me up off his lap and laid me down on the bed on my back.

  He surprised me by climbing up on top of me so that his cock was right between my tits. He took one of them in each hand and then pressed them together so my cleavage was tight around his cock. My body was already slick with a light sheen of sweat so his cock slid easily along my chest while he fucked my tits. Every time the head slid out the top, I’d stick out my tongue and give it a little lick. Tristan was groaning loudly and the feel of his ass against my ribs and his cock against my chest was wild enough, but then he started using his fingers to pinch my nipples as his big hands held my tits together. I could tell by the sound of his breathing and the way his cock was growing that he was getting ready to cum. He stopped before he did and climbed off of me.

  “Get on your knees,” he said. I did and he pushed down on my upper back so my head was down and my ass was in the air. He slid into me from behind and, with a hand on either hip, he began to pound me like an animal. The room was filled with sounds of grunts and groans and the smell of cum as my hands gripped the sheets hard, trying to ground myself. He suddenly pulled my hips back into him and I felt his cock hit rock bottom as it exploded. The sounds he was making were animalistic as he milked his cock into me. When he finished, he leaned forward and rested his body against mine. He lay like that for a few seconds, and just when I thought he was satiated, he flipped me over again with one hand.

  I was on my back now and he slithered down my body until his face was buried between my legs. I suddenly felt his tongue against my clit and I wanted to scream. He sucked it into his mouth and as he held pressure on it with his lips, then he ran his tongue up and began to flick it up and down and back and forth. Next, he plunged his tongue inside of me as deep as it would go and reached up to take my hips back into his hands. He used his hands to move me up and down as he fucked me with his tongue. I was writhing all over the bed, whimpering even.

  He could tell that I was ready to come again so he reached up and pinched my nipples hard while his tongue put pressure against my clit. My body felt like an explosion ripped through it this time. I don’t think I’d ever cummed that hard, and once I started, I felt like I couldn’t stop. When I finally did, he moved back up and slid that tongue, slick with my juices into my mouth. I was so turned on that I started sucking it a
nd I could feel him moaning against my lips as I did.

  When we came up for air I said, “Oh my god, Tristan. I have no fucking words for you.” he grinned again and once more he flipped me. Now he was on his back and I was sitting up on top of his legs. His cock was hard again already and he took it into his hand and began stroking it while I sat on him and watched. My pussy started aching again…I’d never known how erotic it was to watch a man masturbate. While he pulled on his cock, I reached up between his legs with one hand and started playing with his balls.

  “Oh fuck! Elly! Oh fuck!” he said, over and over again as I gently rolled and squeezed his testicles in my hand. “Put your fingers in your pussy and get them wet,” he said. I did, stroking my clit a few times while I was there. He was stroking himself harder now and he said, “Slide one of those wet fingers in my ass…slowly.”

  I was as shocked as I had ever been by him; yet this shocking request sent strange, sexy shocks through my insides. I did as he asked, and as I worked my finger slowly into his tight asshole, he grunted and pulled even harder at his cock. Once I had him opened up, I moved my finger around a little bit and then in and out, fucking him gently while he stroked his cock.

  “Oh fuck, Elly! Oh fuck! Climb up on my cock baby.” I pulled my finger out and positioned myself above him. He still had his cock in his hand. I felt him lightly press against my opening before he put his hands on my ass and literally impaled me down on his cock. He was so deep inside of me, our pelvises were smashed tight against each other without a sliver of daylight between them. He gripped my ass tight and bucked his hips as I moved up and down on top of him. At first, it was a slow, steady rhythm, but quickly it turned wild, me bouncing up and down on top of him as I reached back with one hand and groped his balls. At the same time, he was slamming up into me while groping my tits. This time we both exploded together. While we came, Tristan reached up and wrapped his arms tight around my back and we rode each other through it.