Stepbrother Beloved (Taboo Romance) (3 page)

Julia realized she was sitting with her mouth wide open, staring at Tyler, and that her own hand was between her legs, fingers on her clit.

Jesus! She pulled her hand out and took a deep breath. It didn’t seem like he’d noticed. Listening to him talk had mesmerized her into some kind of sexual trance. Had he somehow done that on purpose?

Neither said anything else for a long time. They stopped for lunch, made small talk, then continued on. By nightfall they’d made good progress and found a decent-looking Motel 6.

“Separate rooms, right?” she asked Tyler.

He scoffed. “Of course not. Unless you’re paying for yours, because I’m not.”

Secretly, Julia was glad they’d be sharing a room. She was feeling more and more attracted to mysterious Tyler, and more interested in spending time learning about his sexual adventures. Since she herself had never had sex, listening to his stories was the closest she could get right now. And she felt like every time he talked, she learned something. She couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done to Kate. And with her panties still on! Had he even fucked her?

There were two queen-sized beds. They set their suitcases on the beds and Julia realized she was tired, achy, and grubby. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said. She took out a change of clothes and set them on the counter in the bathroom.

The water felt amazing. She had expected a shitty shower, but somehow this motel in the middle of nowhere had great water pressure and tons of hot water. Standing there naked, she thought back to the night before and again wondered exactly what Tyler wanted to do to her. To do
with
her. Now that she’d heard a bit more about his approach to sex, it occurred to her that he really, truly was just curious whether she would enjoy having her nipple touched. He probably would have moved on to other areas after that—if she’d allowed him to.

She touched her nipples, rubbing them with soapy fingers, closing her eyes and feeling the sensation. Did she like it? She paid attention, more than she had before. Yes, she concluded. She did like it. Rubbing them seemed to send a finger of flame down the front of her body and into her cunt. She pinched a little and felt her pussy react. She circled the nipples and luxuriated in the sensation, pretending her fingers were Tyler’s. She’d never touched herself like this before. She’d always concentrated on her clit, or her pussy and lips.
 

Should she keep going? Her fingers started to stray down, sliding along her slick, soapy stomach. Feeling the muscles there, toned from years of sports and workouts. Her hand reached the top of her mound, feeling the stubble. She’d shaved a few days earlier, just to keep it tidy. Now it was growing back.

She plunged her hand farther down, but at that second she heard a sound and took her hand away.

“Sorry,” came Tyler’s voice, close by in the bathroom. “I had to take a piss. I couldn’t hold it.”

She heard the toilet seat and lid clanking up, then the sound of Tyler urinating. It was loud enough to hear over the shower. Should she? Hell, why not? She turned and tried to catch a peek of him through the glass, but it was so foggy she couldn’t make out much.

Eventually she heard the seat and lid close and he flushed. She expected the hot water to go cold, but it didn’t. He left the room. Now she was afraid to touch herself, for fear that he might come back in and discover what she was doing. She finished her shower and got out, very sexually frustrated.

As she toweled off, she again paid attention to her nipples. They were relaxed and soft after the hot shower. She used the rough towel to play with them a little. They perked up. The right one got wrinkly and hard, then the left one. They were about the size of cranberries.

Her pussy ached. She was actually hurting down there, from getting excited earlier in the shower and not finishing. She reached down and touched her clit. Oh, it was erect and alert! But she decided against going any further. She continued to towel off, then looked up.

Shit! The door wasn’t closed! Tyler had left it slightly ajar. Damn him. She squinted, trying to see through it. At that instant it opened and Tyler was standing there.

Fuck! She covered up with the towel. What had he seen?

“Tyler! What the fuck?! Were you, like, spying on me?”

“It was an accident. I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit!”

“It was! I thought I’d closed the door, but then a minute later I noticed it was still open. I came over to close it and I happened to see…”

“What? See what?”

“I saw you playing with yourself. With your nipples. Your clit. Jesus, Julia…watching you gave me the biggest hard-on. You have an amazing body.”

Emotions flooded in: shame and embarrassment, yes—but also lust and pride.

“Remember Truth or Dare last night?” he asked, taking a step forward.

“Of course.” She held her ground. She was breathing fast, almost panting.

“I dare you to drop your towel.”

Julia froze. She had nothing on, just the towel in front of her, and most of her body was still dripping wet from the shower. Again, she wondered what he wanted from her. Did he want to fuck her? Why didn’t he just say so? Was he waiting for her to make a move?

Her heart pounded hard. Her breath was coming faster. She was afraid, but…

Sometimes you have to do the thing that scares you…

She slowly opened her hand until she dropped the towel. It slid down and landed on her feet. She was completely revealed, utterly exposed.
 

And just like the night before, Tyler was staring at her.

***

Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off Julia’s incredible body. Breasts that stood up and curved outward with youthful perfection. Flawless skin. Nipples tight and hard. The soft, smooth curve of her waist leading down to the spread of her hips. A patch of stubble on her mound, meaning she’d shaved recently. The cute slit with just a glimpse of pink flesh.

His cock twitched, getting even a bit harder than before. She was his. She had dropped the towel on his command. What else would she do for him?
 

Was it wrong? Did it matter? He wanted her.

“You’re amazing,” he said. “Thank you for dropping the towel.”

“I…do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m embarrassed. You’re just
staring
at me.”

“I can’t help it. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

Julia alternated between folding her arms across her breasts and letting them hang at her sides. She fidgeted and wiggled uncomfortably. After a few moments of staring, Tyler said, “Why don’t you lie down on the bed for a while?”

Julia frowned. He wondered if he’d gone too far. “What for?” she asked. She didn’t sound upset…just curious.

“Just a little massage.”

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him like she didn’t quite trust him. But she was smiling. “A massage? You’re sure that’s all?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Pretty much. Don’t worry, Jules. You can trust me. I know you might not think very highly of me, but it’s not like I’m a rapist or anything. I’d never hurt you or do anything you didn’t want me to do.”

He took his luggage off the bed nearest the bathroom, pulled back the covers, and arranged the pillows, secretly praying that he could entice her to lie down. He placed two in a stack in the middle of the bed, to elevate her pelvis. The others, he set to the side. The space was clean, white, and inviting.

She seemed to consider for a moment, then she grabbed a clean towel and dried off for a minute without a word. Seemingly satisfied, she set the towel aside and walked slowly past him and lay face-down on the bed. As she passed by, he thought he caught a delicious whiff of her aroused pussy, but he wasn’t sure. Soon he’d be close enough to know exactly how wet she was.

Tyler had hoped a moment like this would come during the trip, and so he had planned ahead. In his bag was a small bottle of massage oil, lightly scented. He’d used it on a number of women, and they all loved it.

He got out the bottle, opened it, and poured some oil onto his hands to warm it up. The sight of Julia’s body lying on the bed, ass lifted in the air, was driving him insane with desire.

***

Julia found the bed and pillows surprisingly comfortable. The warm air from the bathroom made the room warm, and combined with her recent shower it made her feel extremely relaxed, almost sleepy. She lay on her stomach, her hips on the pillows so that her butt stuck up, her legs ever so slightly apart. She put her arms on the sheet, above her head.

Her whole body was tingling with anticipation. She heard Tyler doing something in his bag, but she decided not to look and see what it was. She had to trust him. He wasn’t going to hurt her. She could stop him at any time.

Then it started—she felt a hot, slick hand on the back of her thigh. It moved gently, not in a sexual way but just like a regular massage. Tyler’s hands continued down her leg, then back up the other one. It felt so fucking good.

Then he moved to her back, using a bit of oil and rubbing her down in the most relaxing way.

“That feels amazing,” she said in a low voice.

“Good,” he said. “I’m glad you’re liking it.”

She felt his hands move lower, to the top of her butt. She was so relaxed, she didn’t care. His warm, strong hands stroked down her ass, from the top all the way to the back of her thighs. He didn’t venture toward her pussy. But still, she was beginning to move from relaxed enjoyment to sexual arousal. She wanted him to touch her between her legs.

She spread them a few more inches and adjusted her position so that her butt was higher and her pussy more open.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Mmmmm…I love it. I’m so relaxed.”

She felt his hand move up her inner thigh, very delicately. She took in a deep breath. His fingers brushed against the outer lips of her pussy, which were now becoming swollen. She felt a sense of heat building in her pussy, even though he hadn’t really touched it yet.

She didn’t know what to do…should she stop him? She squirmed a little as he stroked her outer lips again. She could feel herself opening up as blood rushed to her cunt.

“Do you want this?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Yes,” she whispered.

His fingers moved inward toward the heat of her pussy. She felt nothing but the sensations there, as if the rest of her body had become numb. He was stroking the opening of her pussy now, probing it, ever so gently.

“You’re wet,” he said, pushing inward slightly.

“Oh!” she groaned. Was he about the finger-fuck her? She’d never had a guy’s fingers inside her before, only on the outside. What would it feel like?
 

He slid inside a little bit and she gasped. At the same time, she felt something new: he was reaching down with his other hand to touch her clit. When he did, it was like he’d touched a raw nerve. She twitched in surprise. He stroked down it, covering her sensitive nub with oil, moving in circles. It was a sensation so pure and powerful, she wished it would never stop. His other fingers were inside her.
 

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
 

He said, “Holy shit, are you ever tight. Come for me. I want to feel your tight eighteen-year-old pussy squeezing my fingers.” At those words something snapped in her mind, and she remembered who he was, and who she was, and the fact that her mom and his dad were married.

She squirmed away and his fingers came out.
 

“I can’t do this,” she said, panting and gasping for breath. She’d been on the verge of a climax, and now it was dying back down. She suddenly felt shy again, and covered herself with her hands.

“Huh? Why not?”

“You know why not. It’s wrong.”

She slid off the pillows, rolled off the bed, and went into the bathroom to find the clean clothes she’d gotten out earlier. She closed the door and started using the towel to rub off the oil.

“You need to get over that bullshit, Jules,” he called from the main room. “You loved what I was doing to you. Your body loved it. I could give you so much pleasure. Just two adults, remember…”

“Leave me alone!”
 

She put on her panties.
 

“Don’t you want that orgasm? Don’t you want me to finish you off? You don’t want to have to do it yourself, do you?”

She pulled on a pair of jeans. “I said, go away!” She fought to hold back tears as she threw on a T-shirt.

She burst out of the bathroom. “You’re still here?” she asked. “Fine, I’m going to take a walk.”

“No,” he said, looking at his watch and suddenly seeming defeated and apologetic. “It’s getting late. I’ll go. You stay here. Watch some TV. Do whatever.”

He left and the door slammed closed. Julia lay on the bed and sobbed.

They were up early. Neither talked about the previous night. In fact, they barely talked at all, and the fight hung over them like a dark cloud. Julia was frustrated. This trip was turning into a mini-nightmare. She didn’t know how to make it better. Two nights in a row she’d ended up sexually frustrated, upset at Tyler, and angry at herself as well. Was this what life had in store?

They headed off and drove mostly in silence, occasionally commenting on something they saw along the side of the road. Tyler played some of his favorite CDs, and sometimes Julia sang along. By noon, she was out of her funk and feeling almost normal again.

Every once in a while she would sense the remains of the massage oil sticking to the denim of her jeans, or the cotton of her panties, and remember the amazing pleasure that Tyler had been giving her the night before. She knew he hadn’t meant any harm. He had been gentle, and loving. He hadn’t just sat down and fucked his finger up her twat—he’d really wanted to get her in the mood and bring her pleasure. She started feeling bad about how she’d reacted.
 

And thinking about it in the car was making her get hot and wet.
 

For lunch they stopped at a greasy spoon with a huge EAT sign. The food was delicious, and they spent the time talking about how annoying Anna was, and the different quirks of their parents. Neither mentioned anything about the massage.