Sexy Stepbrothers (16 page)

Fuck her. Seriously. Fuck her and her games.

We exchanged glances for a long while before I finally spoke up. “Fine then, I’ll go,” I said before I got up.

I pulled up my jeans a bit higher as I got up from the floor, as to not show my thong. I wasn’t about to do anything in the closet, I knew that for damn sure. I’d had to make up some excuse and hope that however ended up with me in the closet would understand and wouldn’t tell on me.

I tried swallowing the lump building up in my throat, but it didn’t work. My anxiety had returned, causing my hands to shake.

The door to the basement opened just enough for a narrow streak of light to illuminate a part of the stairs below. I paused for a second in front of the door. Why did I do this? I would only break my own heart kissing someone else than Joshua. But it might also mean that I’ll get over him more quickly.

Fuck it.

I took one step down to the stairs, the creaking of the wooden stairs sounding my entrance to the basement. I didn’t know if the boy had already made his way in the closet or not, but if he had, he would now someone was coming.

I couldn’t back out anymore.

I made my way down the stairs, most of them creaking the same way the first one did. My hand followed the wall, giving me support in the growing darkness of the basement. The basement had been a place where I used to love playing, until I got scared of the dark. Before me and Joshua started arguing at around our high school age, we even used to play there together, hiding in all the places we could find in the basement. The person searching for the other would get to spray them with a water pistol if they were found.

The same way I had just did to him with my beer.

Fuck.

Did he know why I had spilled the beer on him just before, or was he as clueless as I had been at the time? Or perhaps it had been my subconscious making do the thing I had been trying my hardest to suppress. To have fun with him. To be near him.

I finally reached the bottom of the stairs and the wide closet stood in front of me. A white, barely visible, piece of paper had been placed in the crack between the doors. I didn’t need to see what had been written on it. I wouldn’t be doing anything other than kissing, and even that might be too much.

However, if a certain someone hid inside the closet, a kiss might indeed help me get over Joshua. Adam’s cuteness was adorable in certain ways, but nowhere near as cute as the blue-eyed model my stepbrother had grown up to be.

Perhaps I could drown my sorrow in Adam. Joshua had the broad shoulders of an athlete and while they were the same height, Adam didn’t have same the athletic build. Adam looked cute too, but not the kind of cute that makes a girl’s leg all wobbly, or the kind cute that I could keep on staring at just to catch a glimpse of a heart-melting smile. So in all honesty he might be all right, but not getting-moist-in-my-crotch kind of hot.

I knew I lied to myself, trying to force my brain into wanting someone else than Joshua. No matter how hard I tried arguing with myself that it would help me get over Joshua, it didn’t work. I merely felt sadder that Joshua would get groped by that bitch, Sarah.

Why had I even befriended Sarah? We weren’t really that close and I liked the other girls better anyways. I might have to do something about that after this night.

As I opened one of the double doors to the closet, the piece of paper fell down to the floor. It could stay there for all I cared; I wouldn’t do anything else than perhaps a small kiss anyways, so why read it. I fully expected to at least see a figure already standing in the closet when the doors opened, but it was empty. I had been the first into the closet.

I closed the door behind me and the size closet surprised me: it didn’t look as big from the outside. While the closet only had two doors, there was plenty enough room inside for shorter girl like me to even lay down on the floor. There were some clothes on hanger’s on the rack, adding to the atmosphere of doing something naughty in place where it shouldn’t happen. Well, if you can count kissing as naughty, as that had been the most common thing to do.

I sat down on the floor of the closet, waiting for someone to come down the stairs. I tried peeking through the louvered doors, but I didn’t see anyone.

I went through the events of what might happen in my head. I would be firm and just ask for a simple peck on my cheek, or perhaps a quick kiss on the lips. Nothing else. Then we would leave.

Yes, that sounded like a good plan.

Thinking through what I would do to get out of this situation actually made me calm down a bit. My heart no longer paced in my chest, but I still found myself biting at my nails while I waited for the secret boy to arrive.

I didn’t know how long I had been nervously waiting before the sound came, but it struck me like lighting as I heard the creaking of the stairs. My heart began pounding in my chest, causing me to twitch nervously inside the dark closet. Step by step, I heard the person walking down the stairs.

He stopped just before the closet and waited for a while. Then the door opened.

The rules were simple: no talking inside the closet. I had my mind to break to the rules, but my mouth got stuck open as the person entered the closet.

My heart sank. He didn’t smell like Joshua.

A huge weight began crushing my heart inside my rib cage. Of course it wouldn’t have been him. What had I been thinking?

I tried my hardest to catch a how he looked, but the basement and the closet were too dark for me to see anything. Let alone a person’s face.

He closed the closet door behind him and took his place on the other end of the closet. My body almost shook from my nervousness and I couldn’t speak up. As the rules were clear, he didn’t try to speak either.

The sound of footsteps filled my ears. He walked towards me in the closet. What should I do?

Fuck! I don’t want to do this!

Suddenly, hands were placed on my hips, causing shivers to run through the small of back to all the way to my chest and neck. The hands were gently but firmly holding me, and I felt oddly comfortable with the touch. It wasn’t improper or suggestive, just firmly guiding my body, keeping me in my place.

“I-I shouldn’t…” I managed to utter out quietly.

The hands pulled me closer and I could sense my head was only inches apart from his body before my head gently hit his muscular chest from time to time. His hands moved to back and slowly towards my ass.

“N-no…” I wanted to sound more convincing, but I couldn’t resist once I felt a man’s touch on my virgin body. While I detested the idea of not knowing who touched me, the confident movements of his hands somehow made me unable to resist him.

My hands were still firmly placed on my sides, not quite knowing what I should do next. I had kissed boys before, but they had happened in this very game and were only pecks on the cheek. Nothing else, nothing more.

His strong hands made their way to my neck, teasing me with gentle touches along the way. I had closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of being touched. My breathing became heavier and I realized I had to have been almost panting solely from his touch.

There was something familiar in his touch, but I couldn’t quite place my finger around what it reminded me of.

Suddenly, he guided my head upward with his hands and leaned down to I kiss me. The rush of emotions exploding inside my body made me almost black out. My neck and breasts tingled with excitement from our lips touching and being pressed against the toned body of this strange man.

When he broke off the kiss, I missed the taste of his lips immediately. I licked my lips, trying to get the passion of the kiss back.

It took me second to gather my thoughts after the passionate kiss. “I’m not…”

“Trust me,” he whispered to my ear.

I didn’t know whose voice it could be because of the whispering, but it, strangely enough, made me trust him. Like we’d known each other for years. The combination of his mouth being so near to my ear and feeling his warm breath on my neck filled me with intense heat.

As our second long passionate kiss inside the dark closet continued, I grew more confident about what I wanted. I gathered enough courage to place my hands on his chest. His strong muscles were only covered by a thin shirt and I wanted my hands over the hard muscles underneath. To feel what a real man would feel like. When I finally gathered enough courage, touching his muscular body sent shivers down to my crotch every time I felt them tense under my touch.

What a man!

I could no longer keep my desire caged and grabbed his firm ass with my hands, working my way up and down his firm butt.
Oh, it felt so good!
And I craved for even more. I needed more.

“I see you want it too,” he whispered.

“Just a little,” I managed to say between my heavy breathing.

He slid a finger between my ass cheeks, tracing down the fabric of my jeans. The ecstasy of someone touching me between my legs, even if only through the fabric, made the pleasure building inside me start bubbling over.

I leaned in closer to him, hugging his chest as he continued to stimulate my most private parts. When his hand reached my nub, the sparks that flew from my pearl relentlessly bombarded my every sense.

Lightning. Fire. Avalanche.

No words could be used to describe the feeling of someone touching your most sacred part, of being slowly tormented to ecstasy by the determinate touch of a sexy man.

“Aah,” I moaned every time his hand hit my sensitive spot.

My mind had been deep in lust when I realized he had opened the buttons on my jeans and that he had slipped his hand down between my legs. My exposed pearl soon received the delight of his fingers touching it. The bliss of my peak being explored by his fingers made me struggle for breath.

“W-we can’t-”

“I know you want this, sis.”

What?

What?

The smoldering heat between my legs made me unable to answer, but he made sure I couldn’t speak by pressing his lips pressed against mine while he continued to ravage my virgin hole with his fingers. But just touching it on the outside wouldn’t be enough for him. He wanted more.

I wanted more.

One of his fingers slowly made its way toward my hollow. At first, I struggled a bit, moving my hips away from his touch, but the way he gently kept rubbing my nub while one of his fingers thrust further inside, soon made any hesitations I had go away. We were passionately kissing against the closet wall, clothes hanging on the hangers and hitting our faces while he kept satisfying me with his whole body.

Then it finally hit me. It was Joshua! Whatever passion I had felt before suddenly multiplied as I realized who had been with.

My stepbrother I had desired so long.

His movements were slow as he entered into me, taking his time to explore. Little by little, his finger went all the way up in me. Having him so far inside me tormented and excited me at the same time and I grabbed hard against him, rocking my hips towards his touch of pleasure.

I let out a deep moan of pleasure. What did he touch inside of me that released so much pleasure? The excitement waved from my crotch to what seemed like every inch of my body.

Without saying a word, he ripped off my tank, exposing my big tits to his warm breath, making me let out a startled yelp. He took my erect nipple in his mouth while he kept moving his finger inside of me. His tongue moved around my little perky nipples before he squeezed my barely adult breasts hard and sucked on my nipple. The profound sensation of being fingered and having my breasts sucked at the same time soon made me shake from the bliss. I kept squeezing and squeezing harder against his muscles so he would not stop. I had to have more.

My eyes closed to heighten the craving of needing his touch all around my body. Moans escaped my mouth. I thought there couldn’t be anything better than what I felt right at this moment.

He slowly started moving down, kissing my stomach as he descended, while fondling my breasts and moving his finger in and out of me. He stopped just as his face leveled with my crotch.

“I have wanted you for so long, baby sis.”

“It’s not right, Joshua.” I said with a raspy voice, which couldn’t have been nothing more than a whisper from the ravaging pleasure I felt from his touch.

“The piece of paper said we need to do a home run.”

“What?” I said, the incredulity coming through from my suddenly high-pitched voice.

Why didn’t I look at that piece of paper!

“We can’t not do what it says, sis.”

I brushed his head with my fingers. His head was still right in front of my crotch, ready to fill me pleasure. How good must it felt if he could me feel so blissful with just his fingers? I kept twirling his hair in my fingers, thinking this must be a dream. I knew having him lick me couldn’t be right. But at the same time, my inexperienced body wanted, my stepbrother, to have me.

I bit my finger and I tried to make the sweetest impression I could. “Could you take off my pants dear brother?”

“That’s my sis!”

I grabbed the pole on the closet to hold myself up as he disposed of my jeans. The skin-tight jeans didn’t come off easily, but I didn’t mind having him touching my ass. In fact, he could keep touching forever for all I cared.