Max: A Stepbrother Romance (3 page)

This guy is nothing like that at all. This is what a real man looks like.

Watching him come for me makes me squeal.

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Max

T
his chick is driving me crazy. I had to practically pull her off my dick to stop her from sucking it. It’s always the quiet ones who are the animals in bed. I could tell she had something about her, but I never thought she’d be this keen. I know I’m irresistible, but she’s going on like she’s never seen a dick before. I like it.

I like her pussy too, not that I’d ever tell her that. You fill a girl’s head with compliments, they’re going to begin thinking their the one in control, and the moment that happens they begin to lose interest in you.

I pull her into position, push her legs wide and dart my tongue carefully around the edge of her clitoris. She’s wet enough for me to push my way straight into her, and when I do so, I feel the lower half of her body shudder against my tongue.

“Have you ever had a multiple orgasm before?”

Lola shakes her head from side to side.

I readjust her legs so the puckered skin of her asshole is exposed, and then run my tongue the full length of her slit, flicking hard against her swollen clitoris.

Lola moans deeply and the sound of her delight makes my cock throb.

I’ve done this a lot with a lot of different girls, but tonight I’m hornier than I am normally. She’s a good looking girl and the way she’s behaving is turning me on, but I’ve usually got more restraint than this. I figure it’s because I’m tired, and then push the thought to the back of my mind while I open Lola up again with my tongue.

“Have you ever had anal sex before?”

Lola holds onto her tits like they’re going to run away. Her body is so tense she might snap in half if someone dropped her. I know she’s on the edge. I know I could make her come whenever I wanted and I absolutely love having that power. There is no better feeling in the world. It makes me shiver with delight.

I bet she’s never fucked anyone like this before. I’m chasing her own cum into her asshole with the flat edge of my thumb, while I work her clitoris with my other hand. She’s innocent and filthy all at the same time and it’s really turning me on.

I’m careful not to push her too hard. I want to give her a multiple orgasm that makes her feel like her skin’s burning. I want to push her right to the edge and then throw her over it. I want to come inside her and make her fall in love with me.

I want to watch her pussy stretch so tight around my cock it leaves a ring of cum I have to scrub hard at to wash off.

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Lola

I
’m going to come. I have no idea what he’s doing to me, but whatever it is, I’ve never felt anything like it before. I can’t even do this shit to myself. I feel it rising up inside me like a sneeze and then just before it comes, he switches and concentrates on something else, and the sensation subsides again. It’s like my orgasm is a fucking tower he’s building block by block, that he keeps adding to in different sections. We both know it’s going to fall at some point, but he’s going to make sure he builds it as high as he can so when it does, the explosion is the biggest either of us have ever seen. Not everyone has the patience to do that and hardly any have the talent.

It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me and for just how long to drive me absolutely crazy without pushing me too far. I’m going to come, but he’s completely in control of when and how strongly.

The last thing I need is another cocky asshole in my life, especially one that knows exactly how to turn me on. Yeah, right. I wish that were true. This is exactly what I need.

“Fuck me.”

The words ache of need and desperation, and slip out of my mouth before I even realize I’m about to say them.

“Ok”, Max says. “Seeing as you’ve asked so nicely.”

His cock is so thick against my hole, I feel like I’m going to come before he’s even slid it inside me. He’s huge, but I’m so horny he could fuck me sideways and I’d still fit it all in. I’ve never felt this dirty in my life. I’ve never felt as turned on or as desperate for cock. I feel like I’ve turned into a whore in the last half an hour and I love it. This is not the kind of girl I am outside of this room, but here I don’t want to imagine myself any other way.

Max makes me hold my pussy open while he slowly slides his way inside me and I lean over so I can see him force me apart.

“Fuck me.” The words echo out between moans. “Fuck me hard.”

Max presses his weight down onto me, and Like a God he towers above, arms like stone pillars wedged against the backs of my legs to support him.

One night. One perfect night.

He fucks me slowly, thrusting deep so I feel his balls smack wildly against the base of my pussy. I can feel him in places I never knew existed, like he’s not only fucking me, but every single cell in my body. It echoes out before me in a bubbling blanket of perfection, in shivers and aches that cascade through my body, and moans and sweat that stick our skin together in animalistic expression.

It has never been better than this.

Max shifts me into a variety of different positions, fucking me for just long enough in each one to drive me to the very edge of exaltation but never quite over it. He spanks my ass, he pulls my hair, he grips my hips and he fucks me hard. Purposefully, perfectly.

He owns me, and I beg for more at each turn.

Finally, when he feels like he’s driven me to the edge of heaven and back again enough times, my skin feels like it’s on fire and my whole body is shivering and spasming uncontrollably, he fucks me just that little bit deeper and pushes me out over the precipice.

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Max

L
ola’s moans make my spine tingle. I knew she was going to come hard, but I had no idea it was going to be like this. I never thought
I’d
feel her orgasm almost as much as she is. Her pussy feels like someone’s attached electrodes to it, and right now, it’s squeezing my cock in all the right places.

I knew I was good, but I never thought I’d be able to give a girl an orgasm for as long as Lola’s is lasting and I never thought her orgasm would make me come too. That’s never happened before. Not without me controlling it myself and certainly not to such intensity.

After a while she tries to wriggle away from my cock, but I don’t let her. I’m still hard and I’m still coming, and there is no way I’m going to let her stop that. She gives up when she knows she can’t overpower me, folds herself into me instead and bites her lip in that sexy way she was doing in the bar.

Her heart is beating so hard I can feel it against my chest. I don’t usually cuddle after fucking strangers, but I don’t want to let this one go too soon. I’m playing with fire, I know it, but the sensation is too good to try and fight against it.

She locks her legs around my waist and we fall together to the bed.

Enclosed in staggered moans, she whispers to me in short breaths.

“So, what do you get for winning the bet?”

Lola

C
haos.

Three hours of broken sleep on a sofa barely big enough for me to curl up on, and now Mom, her two sisters, several of my cousins, and other random family members I barely recognize, all running about like headless chickens trying to get organized. Oh, on top of all that, three missed calls from Tyson and a text telling me to go fuck myself. Charming.

I didn’t stay. Even if he’d have asked me to, I wouldn’t have. One night, that was the deal. Any longer and there was every chance I would have gotten trapped. Perfection like that just has to have flaws. There has to be a catch, right? Nobody can be that good looking, that good in bed and that perfect for me. Life just doesn’t work like that.

I try and shake memories of Max away and get to the tasks in hand.

Mom gets married in three hours and I need to get my shit together. You’d have thought I’d be good at this with all the practice I’ve had, but I don’t even know where she’s put my bridesmaid’s dress.

There is a queue for the bathroom several family members long I don’t feel like waiting for. I try to use Mom’s en-suite, but she barks me away as soon as I enter her room. She’s lost amongst a wall of people two layers deep, while they fuss over her hair and makeup like witches around a cauldron.

I wonder how long she’s going to last this time. All that effort three years ago for something that lasted less time than the average toothbrush. I’m surprised so many people have come again to show their support, but maybe they just like to get dressed up and eat for free.

There’s tonnes of other stuff I know I’d prefer to be doing today, but as daughter of the bride, I don’t really have much choice. I wonder how many more times that’s going to happen.

Mom isn’t exactly the kind of person to stay in relationships for all that long. It’s been a long time since she’s been single, which might be part of the reason. Alex is just the last in a long line of men, half of whom she’s married. Ok, that’s probably not exactly fair, but she’s done it so many times I’ve kind of lost count.

I eat breakfast, parry conversations from aunts, cousins and eventually my mother who emerges from her bedroom in a state of panic because she can’t find her veil, only to pause for five precious minutes to interrogate me on my whereabouts last night, my carefree attitude this morning and the expected arrival time of my itinerant, cheat of a boyfriend.

I find my dress hanging up in one of the closets in the hall, chase any remaining staff members out of Mom’s bedroom, shut the bathroom door on the world and sink into what I plan to be a lengthy, very selfish bath.

When I close my eyes I’m back there. Max towering over me, my legs on his shoulders, my skin fizzing with desire, a heartbeat away from orgasm.

As I slide my hands through the water, over my smooth skin and towards my still tender pussy, I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.

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Max

“Y
ou’re late and you look like shit.”

“Nice to see you too, Dad.”

I may be late, but it hardly matters, he’s far from ready. What the fuck has he got to do anyway? Button up a shirt, pull on a jacket, shine his shoes. What does he need me for? Put on his cuff-links for him?

My brother, Jack, sits in the corner of the room with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. The two of us look nothing alike, but then neither of us look like all that much like Dad either.

“You smell like pussy”, Jack whispers when I hug him.

The smile tells me I should take it as a compliment, which I do. I want to tell him about my meeting with an angel, but now isn’t exactly the right time. We’ve got to get this shit show over first.

The end of the bed is the only space that isn’t covered in items of clothing. I take a seat and begin to fiddle impatiently with Dad’s bow-tie.

“Who else is coming?”

Annoyed, Dad pulls it away from me, tossing it idly back to the stack of fabrics I pulled it from.

“What do you mean, who else? It’s us three and that’s it and then a fuck load of her family. You boys are in the front row. You think you can handle that?”

My dad has never lost his Scottish accent despite an absence from the country of his birth for over thirty years. Jack and I have always teased him about it.

“This hotel room is worse than mine. I thought you’d be back at the house.”

“She’s taken it over and sent me away. Plus, it’s bad luck to see the bride before we get to the church. I thought you boys were intelligent enough to know that.”

“Is that what happened last time?”

Dad rolls his eyes and Jack stifles a laugh.

“You’re not too old for a smack, you know that?”

“Come on, Dad. Number three. Is this the one?”

“She better be”, Jack says, beating me to it. “I don’t think I can afford to hire another suit.”

Dad pulls on his shirt. A shave has left his skin tender, and red in patches. I watch him observe his face closely in the mirror.

“You wait until you see her. You’re going to fucking shit bricks, both of you. Now, who knows how to put on cuff-links?”

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Lola

“I
look awful.”

“Mom, you look beautiful.”

Uncle Bob nods. The hair and makeup girls nod. Even the cleaner stops to nod. I don’t know whether she really thinks she looks bad, or whether she just needs the affirmation. Whatever it is, it seems to work.

We are already forty five minutes late. I knew it too. I had time to have an indulgent bath, think long and hard about Max, do my hair and makeup twice and make sure everyone else left in time.

Uncle Bob is giving her away. With the other two bridesmaids already at the church, that leaves him, Mom and me left. I don’t even need to glance at the clock to know we really need to get going.

I can tell Mom is nervous. I can’t remember her being this agitated with Sergio or Greg and I wonder maybe if it’s because Alex really is the one. I hope so. I’m tired of going through the same routine every six months, and I’m sick of seeing Mom get hurt too.

The three of us sit across the back seat of the car, Mom in between us. It’s a short, almost silent journey to the church, where the other two bridesmaids wait patiently for our arrival. Bob is out quickly, holding the car door open for Mom, while more guests filter out to catch a glimpse of the glamorous bride arriving.

I feel enormously proud of her as I watch Bob gather her arm up in his and lead her towards the entrance. I fall in behind her, my two cousin either side of me, and a bunch of flowers clasped carefully between my hands, while the enormity of the church gradually swallows us up.

This is it.

Fingers crossed no-one fucks this one up.

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Max

I
’m going to shit bricks. As I look at her walking towards us, my mouth open so wide it’s practically scraping the floor, he couldn’t have realized how right he was going to be.

Lola. What the fuck is she doing here?

I look at the bride, who I have to admit is much prettier than most of the woman Dad usually brings home - kind of like a much older version of Lola -, and then I look back at Lola, who is staring straight at me with a look of complete horror on her face. Not only that, she’s stopped dead in her tracks. Bolt-me-to-the-floor dead.