CUZ: Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

“What about our parents?” she asked.

“They don’t even love each other. Not like we do,” I replied, kissing her again.

She pulled down the sweat pants I had on, exposing my dick. It didn’t feel wrong at all, especially when she wrapped her thin, cool fingers around my thick, hot cock. I grabbed one of her breasts through the top she had on. A moment later, I pulled it over her head. As I reached around to undo her bra, she gave me a few tugs and squeezes.

Once her beautiful breasts were free, I swooped in and took one of those dark, hard nipples between my lips, sucking on it. She moaned as I moved to the other one. It was just as sweet. When she pushed me back a bit, I was worried until she bent forward and slipped the tip of my dick past her soft, red lips. I put my hand on the back of her head, just holding it there while she moved her head up and down.

When she stopped and looked up at me, still stroking it, I forgot about all my problems in the world. Only one thing mattered to me. I wanted my penis deep inside her tight, wet pussy. When I was all up in it, I would fuck her hard and fast, all the passion that had built up for years escaping all at once. And from the way she looked into my eyes, I was sure she wanted the same.

As I took off my shirt, she undid her pants and wriggled them onto the floor. She scooted back on the mattress. I got on my knees in between her legs. Propped up by her elbows, she stared deep into my eyes. The moment I’d dreamed of for so long was actually about to happen. I positioned myself over her, my arms holding me up. Slowly and surely, I pushed an inch of my cock into her slit.

I pushed all the way in, penetrating her completely. She continued staring into my eyes. Every time I pulled out and thrust in again, she arched her back and pushed toward me. We soon found the perfect rhythm. After a moment or two, I stopped and moved my arms so her legs were lifted up, giving me even easier access to her tight, wet hole.

She pinched my nipples – hard – which cause me to start pounding her pussy faster. The look of lust and pleasure on her face was priceless. I still wasn’t sure why she had allowed me to kiss her or take it farther, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was the friction building up as my smooth shaft slid in and out of her. I changed my stroke angle slightly after every few thrusts, enjoying every flexible curve.

“Fuck. That feels good,” she gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I said, hoping she took it as a compliment.

To be honest, I didn’t care at that particular point in space and time. The only thing I had on my mind was fucking her until I came deep inside her. The thought of shooting my load into her pussy pushed me over the edge. I slowed down to try to stop myself from coming, but my orgasm flashed through my mind. As my cock squirted, I grunted, thrusting into her one last time.

When I stopped coming, I looked down at her face.
Fuck. She hasn’t come yet,
I thought. She smiled at me as if it didn’t matter to her. I was still so turned on, I pulled out of her and slid down her body. Before she could say anything, I licked her wet, sloppy lips, tasting my juices and hers. As I licked and kissed her pink, fleshy folds, she moaned in pleasure.

I had never eaten out my own creampie before, but it wasn’t half bad. Her ecstatic screams made it that much better. She thrust her hips up, getting closer to coming, so I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them up and down as I slid them in and out. This caused her to start breathing even faster as she moaned and groaned.

My tongue slid over her clitoris, massaging it, as I finger fucked her. I felt her hands on my head, pressing me closer. When she came, her pussy clenched around my fingers. I lifted my head and looked up at her face between her heaving breasts. She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. I crawled up beside her and laid down on my back.

Neither of us talked as we enjoyed the afterglow. I had the taste of our juices in my mouth, but I didn’t care. None of the women I’d ever fucked in my life had made me feel half as good as fucking my stepsister. It was because deep down I loved her. And from what I could tell, she loved me too. When she got up to leave, I sat up in bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“This was just one time lust,” she said, gathering her clothes from the floor.

“No.”

I stood up.

“Excuse me?”

“I want more.”

I kissed her. She didn’t resist. We made love again that night. After finishing and cleaning up, we slept next to each other in my bed. My roommates would give me shit in the morning, but I didn’t care. After so many years, I finally slept like a baby. I was content with a twinge of happiness, the best way to be most of the time.

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Touch Football Excerpt

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I stepped into the shower behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Conserving water. Don't freak out. Pass me the soap.”

As I tried to pretend what I was doing was perfectly natural, I started to soap up my body. His cock being hard was something I hadn't expected, but I wanted to keep going. To be honest, I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing. Then Josh turned to face me, his muscles rippling as he soaped up as well. I couldn't take my eyes off his body.

“Get my back?” I asked, turning around.

I felt his thick, heavy hand on my back, and I felt as if I was going to fall to my knees. They felt weak as I tried to control my breathing.

“Now my front.”

When I turned to face him again, he stared directly into my eyes. At the same time, his hands reached out and began fondling my breasts, getting them really soapy. The feeling of his fingers touching my body made me feel wonderful. Then I touched his body. My fingers ran down his hard chest and chiseled abs and grabbed onto his hard step-cock.

“Unh,” he grunted then slid his hand down the front of my body.

I moaned as I felt his palm on my pussy. Water fell on us as we continued to touch each other. With each drop that fell, more steam rose up, clouding us and our actions. Neither of us wanted to stop. He didn't look away, continuing to stare at me as he pleased me. Had he had this fantasy before? I wondered briefly as I felt him throb in my hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our parents car pull up in the driveway. I knew I didn't want what was happening to stop, but I also didn't want to get caught. Josh continued staring into my eyes, his face contorted a little. I gripped him tighter and began moving my hand up and down faster. He kept up the pace as he slipped a finger inside me.

“Hurry. They're back,” I gasped.

He glanced out the window and saw their car. At that exact moment, I felt him throb. Something warm and wet shot out of the tip of his dick and hit my stomach.

“Go, go!” I yelled.

He jumped out of the shower, grabbed his clothes, then rushed out of the bathroom and to his bedroom down the hall. When he was gone, I walked forward a little so that I was directly under the water. I looked down and saw his seed run down my body then the drain. With my head held back slightly, I started to gently rub my clitoris.

While it didn't feel as good as when my stepbrother had touched me, I knew I had to give myself an orgasm or I would go crazy. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the rest of the world. All I could see in my mind was Josh. In my fantasy, he was standing and stroking himself and fingering me at the same time. I imagined it was his palm pressing against me.

Then I came. The water continued to stream down my body as I gave out a little cry while trying to stifle my orgasm. I didn't need the whole damn house knowing what had just happened. I stood there and enjoyed the moment then washed up again before turning the water off. After I dried off, I wrapped the towel around me and headed to my bedroom.

I passed the door to Josh's room, which was open, but I didn't see him. The sound of laughter filtered up from the kitchen through the heating vents. I went into my bedroom then closed and locked the door. Still wrapped in the towel, I went to the closet and tried to pick out something to wear. I say tried because no matter what I did, I couldn't get Josh out of my thoughts.

What had happened between us? I knew the simple answer to that question, but I wasn't sure of the long term implications. And that concerned me. Would it be awkward between us? Did he want more? Was I a whore because of what happened? I settled on pink sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, not wanting to cause Josh to go crazy.

After I was dressed, I sat at my desk and brushed my hair as it dried. The person that stared back at me in the mirror seemed different than the person I usually saw. Had the shower Josh and I taken together changed me that much? Would our friendship and the rest of our lives be ruined? No matter the damage, I knew I wouldn't give up what had happened between us for anything.

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Slow Sitter Excerpt

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When I knocked on the door to the hotel room, I heard him tell me to come in, so I did. I would do anything he told me to do. The room was nicer than any I'd ever been in before. Jared was standing by the large bed that looked comfortable. His tie was undone and the top few buttons of his white dress shirt were undone. He looked like he'd just gotten home from work. Was that his fantasy? It had always been one of mine, so I decided to just go with it.

“How was your day, dear?” I asked, jumping right into a fantasy. Would he pick up on it?

“Um, okay, I guess. You okay? Your voice sounds funny.”

“I was just asking about your day at work, daddy.”

As soon as I said the word, I saw his body jerk. I stopped right in front of him as he swallowed a lump in his throat and looked at me with nothing but lust in his eyes.

“Your little girl wants to help you relax after a long day of work.”

He seemed at a loss for words, so I sprang into action. I ran my hands down his chest as I got on my knees in front of him. He looked down into my big, brown eyes as I undid his pants and let them slip to the ground. I pressed my cheek against his boxers, and I could feel his massive snake beginning to stir and move. The moment I'd been waiting for was about to arrive.

With a sigh, I slid down his boxers. His marvelous cock hung between his legs, still flaccid but bigger than any I'd ever been with before. I looked up into his eyes as I parted my lips. Slowly, I lifted it up with my left hand and put just the tip into my mouth. He grew harder as I sucked down another inch. At the same time, I started to stroke him with my small, delicate fingers.

He felt huge as I rubbed his shaft. I moved my head back then forward again, starting to suck him a little more earnestly. Then I felt his hands on my head, guiding me. With my other hand, I rubbed my panties, feeling myself get a little wet. Once he was hard, I stopped stroking him and started to play with his balls, which were shaved.

When I darted my head down and licked them, he moaned deeply, letting me know he liked it. The hairless balls got a little more attention, then I sucked him into my mouth again after running my tongue from his base to the tip. I looked up again, wanting him to see my wide eyes. He stared down at me with a faraway look on his face.

His cock was so hard. Slick with my spit, I stopped sucking and stroked it with both my hands while I caught my breath. I had imagined it so many times before, but it was finally in my grasp – literally. He groaned as I started sucking him again. When he tried to step back a little, I moved forward with him. I wanted to taste his hot seed in my mouth. I wanted to please him.

“Come for me, daddy,” I teased then took him back in my mouth.

The base of his cock twitched, and I knew what was coming next. He was going to come. And I was going to swallow everything like a good little girl. I had a lot more planned for him that night, but I wanted him relaxed and not so anxious so that he could fuck me for a long time. His body shook and I felt him throb in my mouth as he filled it with his warm, sticky seed.

A lot of girls I knew didn't like the taste of cum, but I had always been fascinated by it. The one thing I'd learned in college so far for sure was that men liked to come in a woman's mouth. I don't know what it was, but every guy I'd sucked off had told me that it was just better to finish that way. When he stopped twitching, I slipped my mouth off of him and looked up.

Some of it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin as I looked up at him with innocent eyes. To my surprise, he got down on his knees and kissed me – on the mouth. He tasted his own juices as his tongue moved around, dancing with mine. We shared the flavor and texture. The fact that he was kissing me after he had shot into my mouth turned me on.

“Fuck, that's hot,” I gasped as I pulled away.

“I want to taste you,” he said firmly.

He stood up and reached a hand down. When I was on my feet, he slowly undressed me. I didn't feel naked in front of him. I felt natural. As he took off the rest of his clothes, I sat on the bed and spread my legs. I touched myself briefly before he made his way between my legs. As he moved forward, he kissed my inner thighs. Wherever his lips touched felt wonderful.