Forbidden Steps: A Stepbrother Romance

by Sommerland, Bianca

  That in mind, Stephanie stayed in the doorway as Ashley explored her room. “You sure you don’t want me to stay?”

  Ashley nodded. “Yeah. I like the idea of being on my own. I mean technically I was when…” She stopped, shook her head and laughed. “I’m not a kid anymore. I want to prove it. What better way than this?”

  Stephanie couldn’t agree more. Still, she needed to figure out a way to take the first little step before their convenient set up passed. Colin wasn’t rich. She couldn’t see him having the money to pay for two rooms for long, even if she contributed. It was time to plant the idea, just a tiny seed she could carefully nurture. Once it began to grow all that would be needed was the proper set up.

  How to start though? What could she say that would steer Ashley in the right direction? What would have the notion steeping in her mind all night, leaving her ready for the next step come morning?

  Inadvertently, Ashley handed her the key. “I have to tell you something.”

  Nodding slowly, Stephanie stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. “Sure. What is it?”

  Perched on the bed Ashley played with the end of her borrowed shirt, crossed her ankles and focused on the floor. “Colin saw me naked today.”

  Tempted to laugh out loud with joy, Stephanie had to school her face to neutral. With her goal in mind, she worded her next question carefully, feeling like a shrink. “How do you feel about that?”

  The color high on Ashley’s cheeks gave the answer before she did. “Funny. When I realized I’d thrown myself at him—straight out of the shower—it took me a while to remember he’s practically my brother.”

  Good. Very good. A conspiring grin on her lips Stephanie took a seat at her stepsister’s side and leaned close, her voice just above a whisper. “He’s not really related to either of us though—he’s not even your stepbrother. And he’s freakin’ hot.”

  At ease now that Stephanie had implied she though so too, Ashley leaned back on her hands, lips quirked into a small, wistful smile. “Yeah. The military made him real buff. When he was holding me I could feel how big his arms were…” She gave a delicious little shudder. “I never got the whole men in uniform thing.” She blushed and looked over at her sister. “I do now.”

  Clear understanding in her expression, Stephanie patted Ashley’s thigh, delighted when Ashley jumped and shifted against the bed. Stephanie had gotten her worked up, just thinking about Colin’s arms around her. It was time to seal the deal. “I have a confession to make.”

  Ashley held her breath in anticipation.

  Stephanie leaned in, even closer, her breath hot on Ashley’s flesh. “I noticed Colin’s…assets a long time ago. You’ll probably think I’m a freak, but I have to tell someone…”

  Unconsciously curving her body against Steph’s side, Ashley gazed up at her. “You can tell me anything. I won’t think you’re a freak.”

  Taking a deep breath, as though the revelation was very, very hard, Stephanie bit her lip and blurted out the words. “When I’m in the mood, and there’s no one around.” She paused and met Ashley’s eyes. “I think about Colin.”

  “You think about Colin when you masturbate?” Ashley slapped her hand over her mouth and grabbed Steph’s arm with her free hand. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…” she paused and shook her head. “Doesn’t it feel weird? He’s your brother!”

  “Stepbrother.” When Ashley raised a skeptical brow, Stephanie sighed. “It did. At first. I got over it eventually.”

  That much was the truth. Sex with her stepbrother hadn’t happened overnight. At one point, pleasing herself with him in mind was the best she could get. Once she’d overcome the strangeness of it and decided to make fantasy into reality, everything changed. She never regretted seducing him, just as she was sure she wouldn’t regret bringing her stepsister into the fold.

  Tossing social restrictions had been a blessing.

  Needing to cement the idea, Stephanie continued. “The way I see it, I’m not hurting anyone. He’s a hot guy; I’m a girl with needs. No one has the right to tell me how to live my life.”

  “All fantasy though, right Steph?”

  Not wanting to outright lie, Stephanie evaded the question. Patting Ashley’s thigh, just a little above her knee, Stephanie stood. “You should really get some sleep.” Bending down, she kissed Ashley on the edge of her lips, quickly so it didn’t seem intentional. “G‘night, sweetie.”

  Chapter Four

  The door opened. Steph stepped into the room. Everything was dark.

  A frown on her lips, Steph glared at the closed bedroom door. “I swear to god if he’s asleep I’ll—”

  Colin grabbed her, covering her mouth to stifle her scream. “You’ll what?”

  Hand still on her mouth, Colin pressed his lips to his stepsister’s throat, grazing his teeth along her flesh, smiling when she moaned and moved her ass against his fully erect dick. Watching her and Ashley playing in the hot tub in nothing but their bra and panties had made him so hard it hurt. He’d gone to bed so Ashley wouldn’t notice, but he knew Steph had.

  Sucking on her skin, Colin wrapped his arm around her, slowly undid her shirt and slipped his hand into her bra. Kneading her breast in his palm, he dropped his hand from her mouth and took hold of the bottom of her skirt.

  Steph squirmed out of his grasp, faced him and put her hand to her throat. “Careful, Colin. You’re gonna leave a mark.”

  Colin frowned at her back as she disappeared into the bathroom. Then he sighed and followed her in. Watching her lean over the sink to examine her neck in the mirror made him realize how long it had really been. He’d forgotten how paranoid Steph always was about getting caught.

  While Steph frowned over a small patch of reddened skin on her neck, Colin took the time to look her over. Not that he hadn’t been looking at her all day, but he hadn’t really noticed all the subtle differences. After a year and a half there was bound to be some.

  Her hair was the same. Steph had the same thick, dark brown hair as her father. Vanity, a trait she shared with her mother, only in a much milder form, had her going to the hairdresser monthly for trims and subtle red streaks. A habit started in her teens, never so difficult to maintain as when they’d been scrambling for cash after the accident.

  Her figure was the same as well. Trim and fit, but not to excess. The idea of having bulky muscles was a thing of horror to Steph, which he found rather funny. He used to tease her about it, making comments about how buff she was getting.

  If Steph knew how much she took after her mother, kind of like a younger version with an actual heart, she’d probably stop going to the gym, shave her head and get a tattoo. Since Colin liked her just as she was, he kept the observation to himself. All that mattered was that Steph was a warm, loving young woman. And that she was all his.

  Hooded eyes meeting Steph’s through the mirror, Colin took hold of the edge of her shirt and eased it down, kissing her shoulder softly. “It’s not that bad.”

  Letting the shirt fall to the floor, he undid her bra. Through the mirror, he savored the sight of her, high breast, round, pale and with tiny rose nipples. The contrast of his tanned flesh against her white skin added to the sensual image. Fingers splayed, he covered her breasts with his hands.

  “Colin…” A note of pleading in her tone, Steph reached back, freeing his dick from his boxers.

  It was pretty obvious what she wanted. Colin grinned and leaned down, taking her earlobe between his teeth. “What’s wrong, Steph?”

  Steph groaned. “Don’t tease me.”

  Colin clucked his tongue. “So impatient. Don’t tell me you haven’t had any since the last time I fucked you.”

  Squirming in his grasp, Steph used the hand that wasn’t skimming up and down his dick to unzip her skirt. “Only if you count my vibrator.”

  Lips curved, pleased with her faithfulness, even though he really hadn’t expected it, Colin turned her to face him. Her skirt slipped to the floor
as he lifted her to sit on the edge of the sink, mumbling into her mouth. “So this pussy’s still all mine?”

  An irritated frown on her lips, Steph pushed him back when he tried to kiss her. “With how long you’re taking, I’ll assume that you had no problem finding pussy elsewhere.”

  “Is that what you think?” Colin pushed her panties aside and began to glide two fingers in a languorous pace between her soft lips.

  With a hiss of a breath, Steph scooted closer, trying to wrap her legs around his hips. Colin pushed her back and continued to play with her, leaning over to flick his tongue against one pebbled nipple.

  “Colin, you were gone for over a year. If you’d been going without you’d be fucking me against the door right now.” Opening her legs a little wider, Steph whimpered when one of Colin’s fingers circled her center, the part that was begging for him the most, only to drift lazily back up to her clit.

  “Two hands, Steph. I alternated to keep it interesting. A much better solution than the other option.” He kissed her, pressed his fingers deep in the moist heat and stirred them around, wanting her nice and wet so he could enjoy the full taste of her. “One of my buddies got his throat slit savoring the local fare. Kinda made jerking off seem like a good idea.”

  Bracing her hands behind her on the edge of the porcelain sink, Steph groaned. “God, I’m sorry…” Her hips lifted to meet the steady thrust of his fingers, trying to quicken the pace. “It’s just…” Her breath caught as he added another finger. “You’ve never taken it this slow.”

  “I was a boy. Now I’m a man.” Colin didn’t think any more explanation was needed. War had changed him in ways he couldn’t explain.

  She’d figure it out soon enough. From the shadow of worry that passed through her eyes, Colin was pretty sure she was well on her way.

  Their conversation had changed the mood from hunger and heat to regret. Colin wasn’t having it. Ignoring the downcast look in Steph’s, eyes he knelt between her thighs and curved his hands around the top of her ass. “Not more talking. I’m starving. You’re dripping and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna waste it.”

  With that Colin ran his tongue, kept soft and flat, over the slick, pink flesh, moving one of his hands so he could hold her lips apart. With his thumb and finger, he carefully spread her open, and lapped her with his tongue again so that he could keep the sweet taste of her in his mouth.

  The taste of peaches, with a scent that reminded him of warm vanilla, her pussy had always been a dessert he relished taking his time devouring. Other girls in his youth hadn’t been so sweet, but Steph, god he could feast on her for hours.

  Humming his delight, Colin grinned when she moaned and tried to push closer to his face. Tongue stiff, he teased around her clit and then dipped it deep inside her. Steph began squirming, her juices flowing like sweet syrup onto his tongue. He licked up and sucked her clit into his mouth. The abrupt change made her thighs shake with the intensity of the coming climax.

  Hand slick with the flood of her, Colin spread the wetness over her asshole and eased one finger gently inside even as he dipped a finger into her pussy. Steph cried out as the orgasm ripped through her and Colin grabbed her before she could smash her head on the mirror behind her. Fingers still deep in her holes he held her tight as she came down, enjoying the feel of her pussy muscles undulating around his finger.

  When she’d gained some control, Steph wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, a gentle press followed by a soft play of her teeth over his lower lip. Her kisses traveled down, to his chest where she took her time exploring the bulk of muscle, much more defined than the last time they’d been together. Colin groaned when she moved abruptly from where she was trailing her tongue along the line of his abs and flicked it over the head of his dick.

  “You do that now and I won’t make it to the bed, Steph.” Colin felt he had to warn her, at least once. Steph was particular about sex. Unless things had changed, it would be a constant guessing game to figure out what she was in the mood for now. Soft? Slow? Intense? Rough?

  If he didn’t know how to read her so well, she would have driven him insane long ago. The look she was giving him while she circled the head of his dick with her tongue made it very clear she couldn’t care less if they made it to the bed.

  Determined to enjoy Steph’s mouth on his dick for as long as possible, Colin reached out his arms to brace himself. His position was bad, the sink was at his side now rather than behind him, which meant one hand rested on the edge, and the other stretched out to the towel rack on the back of the door.

  Steph’s small hand wrapping around his dick made the awkwardness of his position irrelevant.

  The warmth of her mouth enveloped him midway, slow as she got him nice and wet. She sucked her way back up, glancing as him as she let the spit string from her tongue to the head of his cock. Colin groaned again, then sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when she moved her hand and plunged forward until his dick hit the back of her throat.

  Now she began to move in earnest, lips slicking up and down, faster and faster, stopping on occasion to play the tip of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his head. Her hand cupped his balls and she rolled them around gently.

  When her pinky teased his asshole Colin jerked back and pulled her to her feet. The urge to cum was strong, too strong, and he’d be damned if he came anywhere other than in her hot cunt.

  Turning her to face the sink he pushed her legs apart with his knees and thrust into her pussy hard. One hand set before her, Steph wrapped the other around the back of his neck when he held still, trying to regain control. He kissed her over her shoulder and ground in deep, grinning when she made a pleady little sound in the back of her throat.

  “Tell me you’re still on the pill, Steph.” He muttered into her mouth.

  She nodded. “You don’t have to worry about that. I wanted to be ready…” she shifted her hips, rotating him inside her, voice breathy. “For whenever you came home.”

  It was all he needed to know. Grabbing hold of her hips, knowing how much Steph loved him being in control, he dipped in deep, pulled out until only the head of him breeched her, and then stabbed in. He knew he wouldn’t last. Not the first time after so very long.

  Teeth gritted together, pace steady, Colin forced himself to maintain the right angle inside the body he knew so well. At least one last time, he needed to make sure he made her climax. At least one more time before he let himself go.

  Steph tensed, letting him know without words that she was close. Not changing his pace, he slid one hand down between her thighs, fingers finding the little nub that protruded proudly with all his careful stimulation. One finger on either side of it, he began tiny circular motions with his fingers.

  Bucking forward, almost pulling right off him, Steph climaxed, hips dropping back instantly so he filled her again. The grip of her around his dick plunged him over the edge. Hot cum spurted deep inside her and he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her still for the final thrust.

  Colin wrapped his other arm around Steph and held her close, feeling her shake, overwhelmed with pleasure. He kissed her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder, breathing hard.

  He’d been certain a round two and three would be imminent. Now he wasn’t so sure. At that moment, all he wanted to do was sleep.

  Steph seemed to read his mind. “Let’s go lie down for a bit. I don’t know how much longer I can stand.”

  Masculine pride preening within brought forth a small wave of energy. Stepping back, freeing himself from her pussy, soaked with his cum and hers, Colin picked her up and sat her back on the sink.

  Steph started to protest until she saw him grab a facecloth from where it was hung on the towel rack. She scooted over so he could turn on the faucet and hold it under the warm water, then spread her thighs almost shyly so he could clean her with it.

  Dropping the facecloth in the sink, Colin took her in his arms and carried her to the bed, la
ying her down before climbing onto it himself. He pulled her against him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

  “I was right.” Colin let his eyes drift shut, a quirk of a smile on his lips.

  Steph looked up at him. “About what?”

  “We managed to salvage the night after all.”

  * * * *

  Stephanie woke to the alarm on her phone, beeping in her purse, dropped carelessly on the floor by the bed the night before. Reaching down she pulled out her phone and checked the time. It was quarter to six, which gave her just enough time to execute the plan she’d failed to complete the night before.

  Turning to Colin, still sound asleep, sprawled out on the bed beside her, Stephanie almost changed her mind. He looked so peaceful it was a shame to wake him. If only she had more time.

  Life made it necessary. Between her job, which she had to be ready for in just over two hours, and his, their time was short. There was no telling how long Colin would be home. Wasting the day wasn’t something she would chance. While she was sure her plan would be successful, she knew it would take some time.

  That in mind, Stephanie pulled the sheets off her stepbrother’s big body, folding it down to mid-thigh. His dick was limp on his belly, but even soft it was quite big. Without pause Stephanie bent down and took it in her mouth, carefully working it erect with her lips and tongue.

  Through her ministrations Colin slept, giving her a twinge of guilt. This was probably the first time in months that he’d been able to get a good night’s sleep, in a comfy bed, no worries of enemy attack keeping him from fully relaxing. Guilt gave way to the knowledge that Colin really wouldn’t mind being woken for a quick fuck before she had to go to work.

  With the taste of precum on her tongue, Stephanie pushed herself up and straddled him, rising on her knees so she could ease him into her pussy. So wet at just the thought of riding him, Stephanie had to fight to keep her mind on the task at hand. She couldn’t let herself get so carried away again that she forgot to use every opportunity.