Fraud: A Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

“Whatever,” he said.

They stopped at the Homeland Security
station, and spoke with the guard for a few minutes.

We waited while he checked out their
credentials.

Derek walked over to me, where one of the
guards was keeping an eye on the dangerous chubby woman wearing Van’s.

“She’s with us,” said Randy, pointing over
his shoulder with a thumb.

The guard gave me a look.

“Lucky you,” he said to them.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

Derek and Randy laughed, and even the
guard chuckled.

“Nice guns,” he said. “Are those UMPs?”

“No, these are Kriss Vectors,” said Randy.

“Nice,” said the guard, in the manner of a
man who loves guns.

I rolled my eyes.

Men and their toys, I thought.

*****

We got back in the truck, and Randy spoke
at length to someone, reporting what had happened.

He looked at Derek, who’d been rifling
through the first aid kit to find a bandage.

“Derek, we have clearance to go to Vector
12. What do you think?” said Randy.

Derek looked as though he were deep in
thought.

He handed a package to Randy.

“Here, tidy yourself up, bud,” he said.

Randy took the pack and went to the
bathroom to tend to his injury.

Randy spent some time cleaning his wound,
and came back.

Derek and I spent the time getting to know
each other a little more.

This involved some very close contact
sitting in the cab of the truck.

We rubbed against each other, and soon
Derek’s hands found my breasts.

My nipples pressed into his palms like
nails, as we kissed.

His hot breath against my neck made me
wild, and my eyes were bright with passion and need.

I grabbed his crotch, again feeling the
massive thing waiting for me underneath his blue jeans.

Derek growled against my throat.

It was a good thing the windows had dark
tint, I thought crazily.

I decided I was going to go down on him,
but he pushed me away again, at the last moment.

By this time Randy had come back, and
Derek was getting very worked up, indeed.

We gathered ourselves, and tried to look
innocent.

I tucked my shirt back in, muttering
something about how it must have come loose when I was running down the stairs.

Derek was having a bit more difficulty in
trying to hide his erection.

He’d managed to pull himself together, but
still had an arm around my waist.

Randy got in, and we drove back along 112,
towards the bay.

We peered out as we passed the Port of
Miami.

The cruise ships were all lined up,
waiting to be allowed to leave on their magical journeys.

I had been on one a few times.

Cruises were fun, but they all ended up
sucking every last dollar from your wallet. I felt like a bunch of pirates were
secretly in command of the ship.

Which made it sexy and exciting, but
still…

I goggled at the size of the floating
hotels.

Those things were fucking HUGE.

*****

Soon, Randy merged with the traffic on
SoBe, and then we drove some until we finally were parked in front of the
Fontainebleau
Hotel.

It was notorious for being featured in movies,
like “
Goldfinger
”.

Many famous people had stayed there over
the decades. It smelled of old money.

When we exited the truck, the service
staff noticed the marks where the bullets had hit the truck.

“Love bugs,” said Derek, deadpan.

I stifled a laugh, and we ducked into the
lobby.

My legs were still wobbly from our
impromptu make out session.

Randy drove away.

 I barely got to say anything to him, and
wanted to thank him for saving my life.

We walked into the lobby, where there was
a hotel manager and another giant black man, who looked like a reggae artist.
He smiled, and had a gleaming gold grill to set it off.

“Mr. Reagan, so good to see you again!”
said the woman, whose skin was like Caramel. I immediately hated her, for her
familiarity with Derek.

He just smiled and laughed at her, and
asked how she had been.

Her name tag said “Sandra”.

Sandra was gorgeous in that specific
Island girl way. I thought she was just a bit too cute. Her little nipples were
perky and eager.

But, she won me over with how enthusiastic
she welcomed us.

We took an elevator to the penthouse
suite.

When we walked up to the door, the big
black dude nodded at Derek.

Then the door opened, and four burly men
came out, and made a beeline for the stairs. They disappeared without a sound.

All of them had been wearing shorts and
Cuban shirts, and wore crepe-soled deck shoes.

I wondered if they carried weapons,
because I couldn’t see any.

Mr. ‘Gold Grill reggae dude’ entered the
penthouse and then came out about a minute later.

He made some kind of hand signal to Derek,
and then carried our luggage into the back room.

I stuck close to Derek, holding him tight.
I was shivering, but not just because I was cold, as it was freezing in the
hotel.

It was something else… something I hadn’t
ever felt before.

It was the anticipation of getting fucked
by a real man.

Reggae dude came back out of the bedroom,
and thanked Sandra.

He told her we were not to be disturbed,
and handed her a crisp $100 bill. Then he gave her another one, and whispered
in her ear.

She blushed, and giggled slightly. Then,
she gave him a quick peck on the lips and scooted off.

Derek said something to him, rolling his
eyes.

“Really, dude? Are you sure this is a
level 12?” he said.

What the hell was a level twelve? I
wondered.

The guy just grinned, his white teeth
shining from behind his gold grill.

He had to be at least three hundred pounds
of linebacker, with a bristly black beard that probably would scratch a girl’s
thighs all to hell.

He was jovial, like a big black Santa
Clause, if Santa had tattoos and dreadlocks.

“What can I say, ‘Mister Ray Gun’,” he
said, being sure to make it sound sarcastic.

I liked him.

“Are you and ‘Nancy’ going to be okay
here?” he asked.

“I think so,” he said, to no one.

It was odd, but you could tell he was all
SEAL.

“There’s some gear in the satchel, as you
know, and clothes in the duffel. Plus, some sundries. If you need anything
else, just whistle,” he said.

I looked at Derek, and the reggae dude
walked out of the room.

I walked over and sat on the edge of the
bed, quivering with want.

As the big dude was closing the door, he
smiled.

“You know how to whistle, ‘Mister Ray
Gun’?” he said to Derek.

I guess the dude thought he was Mae West
or something?

“I think so,” he answered himself.

“Yeah, just put my lips together and …”
Derek began.

“Just blow,” I said.

Derek spun around, and I began taking my
clothes off.

MEGAN

Oh my god, it’s really going to happen!
Derek is there, standing in front of the door to our bedroom!

My mind is jumping all over the place. My
eyes are eating him up.

He’s perfect!

His clothes are snug, the t-shirt rippling
from all the muscles underneath. I can see the tight arcs of his ass, outlined
by his blue jeans.

Every move he makes reminds me of a lion
or tiger. He’s confident, standing tall and firm, and my thighs are melting
from my want.

I want him, all of him.

I need to have him in me. I my mouth. In
my pussy. My wet, drenched pussy.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, with
my best come-hither look.

Derek seems a bit stunned, so I give him
something.

I begin to strip for him.

Ever so slowly, I slide out of my jacket.

First one arm, then the next, taking my
time. I slowly move the jacket over the to the side of the bed, and drop it on
the floor.

It slithers into a small, beige mound.

I start on the buttons on my blouse, my
fingers twitching. I try to maintain eye contact, and I fumble just a bit with
the top button.

It comes loose, and then the next.

Derek’s eyes lock onto my breasts, which
are appearing, and the lacy tan bra.

A rush of warm feelings flow through me,
as he gazes at me.

I’ve never felt so vulnerable, and yet so
trusting of anyone.

Really, I want to just make my clothes
disappear by magic, and his as well, just so we can be together.

But, I know this will drive him crazy.

He stands there, cockily, as I remove my
blouse, one button at a time.

My fingers are shaking so badly from my
needing him that I can barely perform this simple task.

At least, it seems that way to me.

Derek smiles, his gorgeous mouth and
perfect teeth making me feel another wave of warmth that courses through my
body.

I feel like I am floating in a warm pool
of liquid, thick and viscous.

Another button down, and my blouse is just
hanging there, now.

Derek steps closer, and bends down to me.

I can see the huge bulge in the crotch of
his blue jeans, his cock clearly outlined beside the zipper. I reach over,
rubbing and caressing its hardness.

A jolt of electricity shoots up my arm,
straight into my brain, as I trace his dick with my index finger. I want to
yank it free, and shove my mouth over it, sucking in all its immense fleshy
goodness.

But, I tease him some more, tossing my
hair, and giving him another look, my eyelids covering my eyes shyly, while I
continue to work his shaft through the material.

I move my other hand to the last button,
while I slowly lick my lips. They are dry, but then moist as I feel his cock
throb.

My blouse is just hanging there, and Derek
eyes my hard nipples.

They are jutting out, like strawberries.

My large brown aureoles peek over the
edges of the lacy, tan bra.

Derek’s hand moves down to my head, and
then he sits down next to me.

We look into each other’s’ eyes for a
moment, and then he leans his face towards me.

My mouth opens, and then we are kissing.

His animal scent is overpowering my brain.

His raw strength as he pulls me to him,
crushing me against his massive, muscled chest make me go limp. I allow myself
to just melt with him.

He tastes clean and fresh, and vaguely of
mint.

I have a moment of weakness…did I brush my
teeth today? … I think, crazily.

Then, all thought is lost as Derek
squeezes me, and his hands work their way to my heaving tits.

His gentle fingers rub first one aching
nipple, then the other.

I moan with pleasure, and it’s lost in the
cavern of his delicious mouth.

I move my ass around on the bed, because I
feel like I am so wet I am going to stick to the sheets!

When I do, he cups my ass with his hands,
and pulls me against him. I can feel his enormous bulge between my legs as we
fall against each other on the satin bedspread.

My pussy feels like it has a life of its
own, trying to reach out and suck his hardness into me.

We lay on the bed, Derek’s magic hands
moving all over my body.

New sensations jolt through me, my legs
suddenly jerking, or my ass clenching. Derek is a master!

Every move he makes sends pleasure
straight into my whirling brain.

I chew on his tongue, and lick his chin
slowly, enjoying the feel of his stubble. My tongue works a trail down his
neck, and I can taste his salty tang.

Derek reaches around and unclasps my lacy,
tan bra. It pops open, and my tits are barely covered now.

He gently places a finger between the left
cup and my skin, and ever so slowly slides the sheer fabric away.

My taut breast and hard nipple can’t take
it!

I’m squealing, a high-pitched noise that I
can’t help but make, and Derek grins and his tongue lightly flicks the pink
nub.

I explode, as he gently works his lips
around it, sucking on it like it was the rarest and most tasty fruit on Earth.

My hips lock around him, grinding into his
bulges, as I ride him, coming. My panties are soaking, and Derek moves to the
other nipple.

He alternates back and forth, anointing my
tits with his saliva. Each time he licks one, he gives the other a playful
pinch.

The intense feeling drives me out of my
mind, and my eyes roll back in my head.

I grab Derek’s head, forcing it into the
valley between my heaving orbs, crushing him to me.

His face is buried in there, and he moves
his hands beneath me, to unzip my pants.

He’s quick, and soon they join the jacket
on the floor. The blouse clings to me as he rolls me over.

I sit up briefly, to doff it and help Derek
slide off my pants.

I shove them over the side.

Then, toss the bra after them.

It hits Derek’s head, and slides off,
causing both of us to laugh.

“Oh, Derek, my darling! I thought you were
…” I start to say, but he simple shuts me up with another deep kiss.

My breath is coming in gasps when he pulls
away, because I almost came, again.

He’s wonderful!  Everything he does brings
me to a new level of intimate pleasure.

I want him more with every passing minute.

My own musk fills my nose, mixing with the
heady, raw animal scent that wafts off of my lover.

Derek!

At last, we can be together!

I feel Derek’s probing finger slip past
the thin material of my thong. He reaches around, grabbing my ass and giving it
a squeeze, while he kisses my neck.

I am so wet, I can barely feel the
fingertip as it slides into my pussy.

Derek circles around, and strokes the
folds, and then finds my clit.

I scream into his shoulder, stifling the
noise, as I buck and shove against his hands.

He pushes into me, his other hand kneading
my ass, squeezing my ample flesh.

Derek moans softly, and I realize the poor
man still has all his clothes on!

Taking my arms from around his neck, I
kiss him gently, and sit up.

I push him away just a bit, so that I can
help him get undressed.

As I am unbuttoning his shirt, I notice a
gun holster.

The leather’s smell reminds me of a
quality shoe.

Derek steps away from the bed, and takes
off his shirt.

He unbuckles the holster from his belt,
and slings it from around his shoulder. He puts the gun on the nightstand next
to the bed.

Then, he walks back towards me.

I can’t believe how muscular and athletic
he is!

He’s unnaturally fit!

And, so strong!

He grins and his muscles flex as he
strides over to me.

I’ve still got a black athletic tee and
his blue jeans between his skin and mine. Time to correct that!

I reach over to him, and strip the shirt
off. When I get it up over his head, I teasingly nip at his nipples with my
teeth, and scratch his skin between his belly and chest with my long nails. He chuckles,
and then the shirt is gone.

He grabs the back of my head, pulling our
faces to each other, and mashing my lips with his.

We suck on our tongues, shoving them into
our mouths, barely able to breathe. He pushes me down onto the bed, carefully
not putting his full weight on me, and my legs splay to let him in between.

He’s dry humping me, and my pussy aches
and throbs to have him thrusting in and out.

But, now, he’s again working my tits,
freed from their lacy, tan prison, and I’m going crazy from the sensations.

The nipples are hard as diamonds, and each
light pressure from a lick from his tongue is contrasted with a tight pinch
from his finger and thumb.

The alternating pressures bring me to the
brink of another orgasm, and then he puts two fingers lightly on either side of
my clit, and rubs.

That does it, the damn once again breaking
loose, my juices flowing over his hand, and I feel him inserting it into my
pussy.

I reach down and frantically strip off the
thong, and then kiss him.

“Lick my pussy, Derek! Please! Eat me!” I
say, breathlessly.

He smiles, and lowers that massive,
handsome head to my belly.

Blowing on it gently, he licks his way
down to my landing strip. I have just a little curly hair there, which he
dutifully grazes with his white teeth.

The feeling is making me insane.

Derek’s tongue traces a path between my
quivering thighs, and he’s suddenly kissing the insides of them.

I groan, with pleasure, wanting more, and
yet enjoying the feeling and afraid to move.

He sense my reluctance, and gently fingers
me yet again, bringing me to another orgasm.

As I feel the intense waves rushing over
me, he inserts his tongue into my folds, licking the labia, and then gently
sucking on my clit.

I go crazy wild, coming and wetting his
mouth with my pussy juices. He laps them up, greedily, making muffled sounds of
pleasure as he eats me.

I grab his head, entwining my fingers in
his dark curls, pressing him against my throbbing cunt.

His tongue fucks me, again and again,
thrusting in and out of my hole.

I can feel his index finger circling my
ass hole, inquisitively. He looks at me, his eyebrows asking the question he
can’t vocalize, because his mouth is full of me.

“Yes! Oh, God Yes!” I scream.

I can feel his finger snake into my ass,
and then I lose my mind completely.

I ride the orgasm, covering Derek’s mouth
and chin with my cum, and he brings his face to me, and kisses me, his chin
dripping. I suck it clean, and know I want his cock in my mouth.

“I need to suck your cock, darling!” I
hear myself say.

My head is still ringing, from the love
making.

Derek stands next to the bed while I kneel
on it.

His blue jeans are the only thing between
his massive tool and my hungry mouth.

I unzip them, and am pleasantly surprised
that he’s going commando.

His cock juts out, and I skin the jeans
down to his ankles.

He steps out of them, his tanned body like
a classic statue of a god.

He’s my god.

A sex god!

His cock juts and bounces as he steps
towards me.

I see a drop of pre-cum on its tip, oozing
out for me.

I kneel beside it, marveling at its power
and size. I wonder if I can take it all in…it’s so huge.

I reach up and my hand won’t completely
encircle it.

Can my mouth? I wonder.

I lick sweet, clear liquid from the tip,
and it tastes like honey and salt.

Emboldened, I lick around the head, my
tongue darting under it, nibbling on the little flap of skin underneath.

Derek moans quietly.

“Oh, Sis!” he says.

My mouth opens and I begin to engulf his
massive tool.

I work my lips around the head, and then
try to get over it and swallow the shaft.

My pussy is hot and wet, and my ears are
buzzing as I suck on Derek’s enormous dick.