by Caz May
“Damn, temptress, that bodysuit is sexy as fuck,” he taunts, his gaze again taking me in from head to toe. He drops to his knees in front of me, and I stifle the squeal of triumph I want to let out when his hands grip my thighs, prying my legs open.
“Ashton, what the hell?” I scream out, before covering my mouth with the back of my hand. I don’t want anyone else to know he’s in the bathroom with me. He shouldn’t be in the bathroom with me.
And oh holy what the, oh my dear god, he’s...he’s...He’s licking up my thighs, his tongue tasting the smooth flesh, and he’s murmuring softly like he’s loving every second.
“Ashton, stop, please,” I beg, feeling as though my knees are about to buckle.
He stops, looking up at me with a cocky smirk.
“You really want me to stop?” he asks, reaching between my legs, and running a finger along my crotch.
Oh god, that feels good. So good.
I shake my head. I’ve never felt this way before, and seeing Ashton on his knees for me is strangely thrilling. Before I can think or utter a word, he stretches up towards my crotch, his head between my legs and he licks me through the lace.
A rush, a shiver of pleasure courses through me, and I stumble a little, letting out an ‘oh’.
Ashton stands up suddenly, not saying a word and walks straight out. I shake my head, wondering if I just imagined him being in the room. But the fact I’m turned on—more than I ever have been—it’s clear I didn’t imagine my stepbrother practically going down on me.
Only one other thought is tumbling in my mind, and that’s why the fuck hasn't he kissed me. I never curse, even in my head. But Ashton gorgeous as fuck Castello—yes as fuck—makes me want to scream out ‘fuck’ and all manner of naughty words repeatedly whilst he does bad, bad things to me.
Oh, god help me.
I’m falling for my ‘fucking’ stepbrother.
Twenty-Eight
Ashton
Leaving Tempany in the bathroom after licking her delectable pussy through the lace of the sexy as sin bodysuit she was wearing, Ash Jnr is screaming for release in my daks. One taste of my temptress had me craving more, and the second taste literally brought me to my knees.
I’m so fucked. And I so want to fuck my temptress, hard until she’s screaming my name.
With a raging hard on I stumble to my bedroom, dropping down on my bed and yanking my daks down to my knees.
Slowly I start to stroke my dick, rubbing my hand up and down my length. Thoughts of my temptress sucking me, fucking me and riding me fill my head and my breathing has turned to pants.
I’ve never been this hard from any sexual encounter. I honestly don’t think I ever fucked Fallon with Ash Jnr this hard. And I’m angry at myself for letting Tempany get to me. Angry at myself for giving into how she’s making me feel.
I’m blaming my fucked up emotions right now. The fact that Zeke has tried to apologise to me with countless texts, that I’ve not answered. I’m the worst best mate on the planet for what I did. And I’m shocked that he still wants to speak to me. He broke my trust and it hurts worse than a mega case of blue balls, but fuck I miss him.
I’m still stroking my dick, trying to not let thoughts of my best mate fill my head because as much as I love him—and miss him—I’m not going there.
I’m so pent up from thinking about Tempany, my dick throbs in my hand and I come all over my t-shirt, the very minute my phone starts vibrating on my bedside table.
Glancing at it I see Zeke’s name and picture flashing on my screen. There’s no time like the present.
Sitting up I grab my phone and answer, “Speak Ezekiel.”
I decide taunting him is the only way I’m going to not be a pansy and cry, or scream at him for being a tosser and making moves on my little sister.
“Hey, dipshit. Nice of you to finally speak to me.”
“You’re lucky I love you like a damn brother. Doesn’t mean I’m going to forgive you.”
“Point taken. And I’m sorry, Ash man. I fucking am, but Av’s...fuck she can kiss.”
I pretend to vomit.
“I don’t need to hear that about my little sister. And even so, you won’t be kissing her again,” I tell him authoritatively.
He sniggers under his breath, and I take a deep breath in to not give him a tongue lashing down the phone. If he was here, I’d have to rein in my anger to not lay into him again with my fists.
“Right, well that’s not why I called,” he starts, taking in a deep breath.
“So you just called to say you missed me, then?” I jeer, laughing.
“Who’d miss you,” he taunts back, clearly rhetorically. “I was just wondering if you wanted to meet up to play some ball.”
I nod, even though he can’t see my response.
“Yeah, ripper man. Need to get out of the house.”
“Ripper, Beachview Park in fifteen?”
“On my way. Catch ya,” I reply hanging up and sighing. Beachview Park. The basketball court where my temptress bought me to my knees.
Just what I fucking need.
Standing up I quickly strip from my t-shirt, wiping it across my stomach to collect the remnants of my come. I pull on my blue basketball guernsey and plunge my trackies to the floor, before tugging on my basketball shorts. I don’t put any boxers on. Going commando under my basketball shorts always feels better.
Grabbing my keys and my phone, I head out to the Camaro, concentrating on breathing. I think about shooting Zeke a text to head to the other basketball court, but Beachview Park is closer to his house, and considering he’s walking I decide against it.
When I get to the basketball court—Zeke is already there—dribbling and bouncing a brand new basketball around the court. Stepping up to him I steal it away, blocking him and making an easy shot. The ball sinks straight through the net, and Zeke intercepts it,
dribbling it back towards me.
Again I nab it from him, and he stumbles, falling against me. Instead of grabbing the ball, his fingers grip the waistband of my shorts and stepping backwards he daks me. My shorts fall to the ground, and Zeke shrieks in horror.
“Dude eww, heard of jocks man?” He asks, mocking me as I tug my shorts back up.
“Fuck you, man,” I roar back, giving him the finger.
“Nah, but seriously dude. Why you hanging loose?”
He punches me playfully in the arm. And I can't believe I’m about to admit what I was doing when he called. But he’d have been doing the same, most likely thinking about my sister. I shake that uncomfortable thought away and reply, “When you called I'd just finished wanking, if you must know.”
He chuckles.
“Oh right. Thinking of Tem?”
I feel myself blushing. I’m going to give myself away and he’ll be grilling me.
“No, that hot model, Barbara Palvin,” I tell him with a nod to try and convince him.
As always my best mate can see right through my bullshit, and calls me out, “You liar man. You don't even think she's hot. You were so jacking off thinking of Tem.”
Fuck, why does he have to know me so well?
Might as well admit it.
“Fine you know me too well bro,” I admit, biting down on my lip a moment before continuing when Zeke nods.
“But fuck me, I walked in on her in the bathroom, and she was wearing sexy lacy see-through underwear, a bodysuit.”
Zeke’s eyes light up, and I honestly don't want to know what's going through his dirty mind. I have some idea that it's most likely something to do with my sister. And if I’m going to keep my temper in check I can't think about that.
“Nice man...tell me you smacked one on her?” He asks, giving me a suggestive wink. Dirty tosser.
I shake my head, thoughts of my tongue making contact with Tem’s pussy through the lace filling my head. Ash Jnr stirs in my shorts.
Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck.
“Nah, man. I licked her pussy through the lace
and fuck…”
Zeke’s eyes boggle at me.
“Damn man. You dirty boy,” he jeers at me, rocking his hips in a sexual gesture. “You need to fuck her into next week.”
“I know,” I reply with a nod. “But I can’t.”
“Suit yourself,” he says oddly before adding with a smirk, “maybe I’ll go after her, since Ava is off limits.”
That makes the anger bubble in my guts.
“You wouldn’t dare fucker,” I roar at him, lunging at him with my fist balled.
His hands go up in surrender after he shoves them into my chest to push me away and calm me down.
“Chill dude. I’m not gonna steal ya chick,” he promises, still with the smirk. “But grow some balls and take her. Or someone else will.”
I mumble ‘better not be you’ under my breath, before grabbing the basketball by Zeke’s feet to continue playing our game of one on one. I hit the ball to bounce it hard in an effort to try and curb my anger. I need to stop letting it get the better of me, or I’m going to end up like him.
And that makes my gut twist.
I will not be Fidel Castello and I'll stop thinking about Tem.
Yeah, scratch that last part—because I’m so thinking about the next thing to ruin my stepsister.
My temptress is going to have her innocent act ripped away, along with that lace bodysuit. Ash Jnr is already screaming in my shorts just thinking about it.
Fuck Tempany Davies, fuck her hard.
Twenty-Nine
Tempany
It’s crazy how quick the first few months of the year have gone, and it’s even crazier that I’m at the rehearsal dinner for my dad’s wedding to Sascha tomorrow. I’d chosen a really pretty, very low cut dress in white chiffon. It swishes as I walk, and I feel really giddy in it.
The giddy feeling could also be because the whole night I’ve been staring at Ashton and I’m practically drooling. He’s wearing dark grey slacks, and a baby blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks good enough to eat, and all I’m thinking about even during the speeches after dinner is kissing him.
Since the licking encounter, I’ve thought of nothing else. I want him, even though wanting my stepbrother is so wrong.
No boy has ever gotten to me the way he does.
Never made me feel the way he does.
After the speeches, I’m scanning the room and see Ashton slip away, sneakily.
He’s heading towards the hallway at the back of the venue.
I follow him after a few minutes, not really sure why I’m even contemplating such a crazy idea.
But I kinda want to get him back for the bathroom licking me incident.
When I first walk down the hallway, he’s nowhere to be found. I shrug, turning to head back to the table for the after dinner refreshments when I feel his presence behind me.
He’s coming out of the bathroom.
My eyes take him in, and I stop him a moment stepping into his personal space. He doesn’t move.
So, I invade his personal space more, backing him against the wall.
“You ok, temptress?” he asks with his sexy smirk.
“No, I have to tell you something,” I tell him with a smile.
“Like what?”
Again I move closer to him—our bodies pressed against each other—before whispering in his ear, “I think about you touching me.”
I reach down between us, cupping his dick in my hand. He’s turned on—at least I think he is.
He lets out a moan, and huskily teases, “Oh really temptress, you want me to touch you right here, right now? This dress you have on is so damn sexy.”
I don’t dare reply to his question—yet.
Having this control over him is oddly thrilling and the fact that we could get caught in the middle of the hallway is affecting my body too.
It’s really dirty.
“No...but…” I stammer, letting out a moan myself, feeling his dick getting harder in my grip.
“But what temptress?” he taunts, with that wicked smirk again.
It makes my knees feel weak.
I don't reply.
Ashton is trying to hold in his moans, but the throaty sounds he’s making are loud and when I fumble with the button of his slacks he doesn’t even flinch.
Not even when I slide the zip down and dak him, pushing his grey slacks down over his arse. He’s wearing tight white boxers, and his dick is straining against them.
“Fuck temptress,” he murmurs, when I slip my hand inside the boxers, teasing him by rubbing my hand all over his dick.
“God, Tem, don’t stop. Fuck.”
I let out a giggle, pulling my hand out of his slacks and stepping back.
I stare at him for a moment before walking off, leaving him standing against the wall with his dick hard and his pants around his feet.
Take that stepbrother.
Thirty
Ashton
I’m at a wedding, my mother’s wedding, standing next to my new stepdad.
And it feels fucking weird.
Yeah, I want my mum to be happy. But why she has to be with Tem’s dad, of all people on the fucking planet is beyond me.
At the altar I’m standing next to Matias who is fidgeting like he's a nervous wreck.
I could be the good stepson and reassure him, but I don’t really give a shit about his feelings.
I’m here, standing up at the altar next to him, for my mum.
Zeke is standing next to me as the other groomsman. His eyes practically fell out of his head when Mum asked him to be in her wedding.
But it makes sense.
He’s practically another son, since he’s at our house probably more than his own half the time.
Mum clearly has no idea that he made moves on Ava.
I should’ve said something, but Mum was so happy to have him be a part of her special day and honestly having him standing up at the altar with me is the only thing that’s making being a part of this wedding bearable.
If we hadn’t made up on the basketball court—after I beat him to nearly a pulp last week—then I’d probably still be a crying mess at home in bed.
Zeke’s my brother, no matter what. But my little sister will always come first.
And speaking of the brat, she’s started the walk down the aisle, as the music for the bridesmaids’ entrance has started.
It’s some instrumental, classical crap and torture for my ears.
I glance at Zeke next to me, slapping him on the arm because his eyes are nearly falling out of his head watching Ava walking towards us.
“Don’t even think about it dickwad,” I warn, nodding towards my sister.
He licks his lips, grunting before replying, “But Fuck man. She looks sexy as fuck.”
“Seriously man, can you not?”
“What? She’s probably wearing a lacy g under her dress.”
I elbow him again.
“Ow, and don’t tell me you aren’t about to cream ya daks thinking about Tem in that dress.”
Again I don’t voice a reply.
Of course, I’m thinking about Tem’s sexy lace bodysuit.
Thoughts are racing through my mind of getting another look at it later when we’re home alone.
I give my best mate a wink and laugh, taunting him, “Get ya mind out of the gutter.”
“It’s already way past the gutter. I’m totally stripping Ava in my head,” he jeers, giving her a wink as she steps up to the altar to stand on the opposite side.
“And stop thinking about my sister like that arsehole,” I tell him.
He chuckles, grating on my nerves.
“Um yeah ok,” he replies, adjusting his dick in his slacks.
I snigger at my best mates misfortune.
But it’s then that I’m in the same boat myself, with Ash Jnr deciding to say hello in the front my daks the moment I see Tempany coming down the aisle.
She looks every bit the temp
tress, the dress dipping to show just a hint of cleavage and her hair around her shoulders in soft waves.
I’m thinking of slipping the straps down her shoulders, and watching the dress fall to the floor when Zeke whispers to me, “You should have fucked her when you had the chance.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, licking my lips and winking at Tem when she steps up to the altar and stands next to Ava.
She nods towards the aisle where my mum has now started walking in.
She looks absolutely beautiful.
And so incredibly happy.
Reaching the altar, she gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then Ava as well, before Matias steps forward and takes her hands with his.
The pastor starts the ceremony then—and I tune out from the words—glaring at Tempany from across the aisle.
It’s totally wrong, now she’s officially my stepsister but I still want her sexy body as mine.
I still want to ruin her.
Thirty-One
Ashton
After the ceremony and all the formalities of dinner and speeches, I’m being dragged onto the dance floor by mum. “Dance with Te please dear,” she says softly in my ear.
I grunt my annoyance, before heading back to the bridal table, and grabbing Tem’s hand.
“We’ve been summoned for a dance,” I tell her.
She smiles at me, and it makes my stomach flip.
Fuck me. Why is she fucking getting to me?
She follows me onto the dance floor, that’s now full of dancing couples.
When I put my arm around her waist to pull her closer she murmurs which makes Ash Jnr jolt in my slacks.
I need to think of dead rodents.
I’m going to have a hard on if I have to dance with Tem any longer.
Her arms around me, and her body pressed against mine as we move slowly across the dance floor is like sweet torture.
