Stepbrother Desires (3 page)

Michael

              “You win, Michael!’ shouted my father as I putt the last ball through the wire. “You’ve always been good at games.”

              “I do like a little bit of croquet,” I said giving my best attempt to sound humble.

              “Your sister is just as good,” my dad smiled as he collected our mallets and placed them on the rack. “You and I are fairly even most of the time, but I can never beat her.”

              “Oh, yes,” I mumbled. “Audrey is quite good.”

Though my father was playing his jolly character, I couldn’t help but to think that giving my little sister praise was also a blow at me as well. I helped pull the wire hoops from the ground just outside of the garden. The sun was setting over the trees and in the distance I could hear horses trotting.

“Ah,” my father said looking over at the trail. “Speak of the devil.”

I glanced upward to see Audrey and Darla on horseback, coming from the south end trail. They were both in matching black riding suits.

“Hi, daddy!” Audrey called out to us. “Hi, Michael!”

“How was riding, darling?” our father asked.

“Devine!” Darla answered with a gleaming smile. In just under a week, she seemed to begin speaking like our family.

“Perfect!” my father smiled as he buttoned the top of this polo shirt. “Get those horses back safely!”

“We will,” called Audrey as they girls trotted out of vision toward the stables.

“I’m glad to see them getting along,” my father said as he took the metal hoops from my hand.

“Yes, it is.”

“Perhaps you and Sebastian can get along like that?”

“Perhaps,” I replied. My father gave me a glare from the side.

“Listen,” he said in a darker tone. “I know that in the past you’ve had your issues with Audrey’s mother, but I want you to respect Lydia. She is a much different woman and I can see that the two of you could become quite close.”

“Of course,” I agreed, though I also felt that I was silently mocking him.

“Okay,” my father said slowly as if in a threat. Then his voice turned cheerier again. “Let’s go in for dinner, shall we?”

“I’ve just eaten an hour ago,” I said. “Is it okay with you if I retire to my room for the evening.”

“Yes, of course,” he replied. Then he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the head. “You’ve grown into a man that can make his father proud.”

“Glad that I do,” I smiled. My father was so self-consumed that he couldn’t see his son was screwing his new wife. Then again, there wasn’t much of a way for him to know. Clearly, Lydia and I had a fling that was staying hidden under the sheets.

              After finishing reading a novel that I had been reading for the past few days, I looked up at the clock and saw that it was nearly two in the morning. Still, I wasn’t feeling tired, so I wandered into the ensuite washroom for a quick shower.

When I was done, I wiped the fog off of the mirror and gazed at my naked form. Flexing my muscles in the mirror, I watched them push forward. A few stray hairs had escaped my latest grooming, so I found some tweezers to pluck them. After the rogue follicles had been vanquished, I flexed again.

My father was correct in saying that I had become quite that man that could make him proud. Still, I wasn’t quite happy enough with what I saw. I opened the medicine cabinet and removed shaving cream and a razor. Quickly, I shaved my face until it was smooth. Then I looked down at my crotch. The hair seemed too wiry and untamed. Trimming it would be nice, but I also felt that it needed a fresh start.

I smeared a thick lather of the cream on myself and then began to shave. Stroke after stroke removed the strands of my pubic hair. When I felt the blaze rounding against my exposed skin, I tossed the blade in the trashcan and rinsed off my crotch in the sink.

              “Much better,” I said slowly to myself as I looked into the mirror. My cock now looked enormous as it hung from my body. There wasn’t anything in the way of my cock and my stomach except for smooth skin. I felt myself get aroused as I looked at my own cock in the mirror. It was impressive with a large, full head that was beginning to swell.

              I grabbed a bottle of lotion from the cabinet and pumped some on my cock. Slowly, I stroked in the cream, causing my erection to expand. I pumped on some more until I was satisfied with how slick my cock had become. When I was fully hard, I looked at myself in the mirror.

              My muscles flexed under my smooth skin as I pumped my thick cock between my moistened fingers. I reached back to the lotion and slicked my other hand. As I watched me pleasure myself with my left hand, my right hand moved to the back. I circled around my ass with my middle finger. Then I began to push until the entire finger was inserted. I bore down and continued to stroke myself as I watch the head of my cock turn from pink to red with each stroke.

              Suddenly, I heard a noise from outside of the window. It sounded like a girl giggling. I pulled my hands away from my body and turned off the washroom light. The giggling sounded again as I quietly moved to the window overlooking the garden.

              In the darkness, it was difficult to see, however, I still made out a tall man’s figure in the light. He was by the garden bench near the greenhouse. The girl’s back was to me as she giggled uncontrollably while he groped her. They began to kiss as he pulled down her top, exposing her soft breasts in the moonlight.

              “Stop it,” she teased him.

              “
Shh
!” he said quieting her. “His bedroom is right there.”

              “Let’s go in the greenhouse,” she laughed. “I’ve always wanted to fuck in the greenhouse.”

              Quickly, I grabbed a pair of binoculars on a shelf near some of my yachting trinkets. I blew away some of the dust on the lenses and peered outside of the window.

              “Sounds fun,” the man whispered. Looking in closer, I saw that it was Javier, the gatekeeper. He was shirtless but still wearing his black gloves as he groped the girl as they rushed into the greenhouse door. Just as Javier opened to let her in, I realized that the girl my sister. She began kissing him at the entrance to the greenhouse and then they shut the door.

Audrey

              We were lying on a green tarp in the middle of the greenhouse as Javier’s full lips kissed me between my legs. Javier enjoyed looking up at me with his dark, perfectly crafted face as he watched my expression for signs of pleasure. I gave it to him, of course, though he was so talented that I didn’t have to feign interest. Javier’s full eyebrows rose up at my enjoyment. Then plundering his long tongue as deeply as possible inside of my opening in order to rouse me more.

              “Am I making you feel good, Miss Audrey,” he grinned with his head poking up between my legs.

              “Yes, Javier,” I smiled. “But I’m self conscious about this area. I don’t want you to stop, but would you close your eyes?”

              “I don’t see the need, Miss,” he said. “You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”

              “Thank you,” I smiled. “But could you still, please? I’ll get over it in time.”

              “Of course, Miss,” Javier said as he began licking me again. My arms spread out on the tarp as I moaned with feigned delight. Then my hand reached for my jeans and found my phone. I made sure that it was on silent as I recorded Javier’s mouth wetting my pussy.

              Once I was done, I reviewed the video and sent it to Sebastian. My hand tapped the top of Javier’s head, signaling that it was time to go.

              “Are you sure you’ve had enough?” he asked through breathes. “I could do that all night long.”

              “I’ve already orgasmed,” I said.

              “But I didn’t hear anything.”

              “I did it quietly so that my brother wouldn’t hear.”

              “Of course,” Javier said getting up from the tarp. “Maybe next time I can please you more.”

              “Right,” I said. “Next time. Why don’t you leave first to your post and a few minutes later, I’ll also leave.”

              “Sounds good,” he said leaning over to give me a kiss.

              “I don’t like it,” I said stopping him.

              “I feel like such a fool,” he said with his head down. “You’re a lady and I’m treating you like this?”

              “You were the most excellent lover,” I smiled.

              “Can I tell you something?” Javier said from the doorway.

              “Yes, of course.”

              “You just made a fantasy of mine come true,” he grinned just as he left the greenhouse. I waited inside for a moment and checked my phone to see that the message had properly sent. When I read the world
delivered
, I smiled.

              I was satisfied to know that Sebastian would open his phone in the morning to discover me spread-eagle against the face of the gatekeeper. This, no doubt, would make him feel a fraction of what I did as he brought that common girl into our home.

As I walked up the stairs to my room, I heard a thunderous sound booming from the bottom of the steps. In the darkness, I saw Sebastian’s muscular torso racing toward me. He was wearing only striped pajama bottom and an angry expression. Before I could react, he grabbed me by the neck and covered my mouth with his other hand.

              Sebastian’s eyes were animalistic and full of rage as he glowered at me. I tried to scream, but his grip was too hard for the sound to break through. Sebastian dragged me down the stairs and through the front door. As I struggled, a few of the buttons on my blouse were torn off.

              Soon, I was exhausted and let Sebastian carry me through the path toward the woods. When we arrived at the opening, we moved away from the trail and into the thicket of trees. After we had drudged on for what felt like an eternity, he released me, throwing me to the ground.

              “What the
fuck
do you think you’re doing?” he yelled. I scrambled to run away from him, but he quickly caught me by the hair, and pulled me back toward him. “Answer me, you fucking bitch!”

              I began to sob fiercely as I found myself terrified of him. Sebastian seemed to simmer as he wrapped his beefy arms around me.

              “Why are you so awful?” I bawled inside of his arms.

              “I’m sorry, Audrey” he replied with a renewed tone. Sebastian reached to touch me, but I batted his hand away.

              “Why did you do that to me?” I screamed. “Why did you bring
her
here?”

              “Audrey–“

              “Do you hate me?” I asked as I looked at him through watering eyes.

              “Audrey, listen to me, I’m–“

              “You must hate me, Sebastian,” I sobbed. “I must just be a little, stupid cunt to you. Someone you can fuck and throw away. You must think so little of my feelings that you would
fuck
me like you did and then bring
her
around like I didn’t matter at all!”

              “I care about you, Audrey.”

              “You couldn’t possibly give a shit about me, Sebastian.”

              “Audrey, listen to me,
goddammit
!”

              “I’ve heard enough from–

              “We can’t be together!” he shouted. His assertion was poignant; it sunk in me like a stray bullet. “Nothing between us could ever work out with our parents being okay with it.”

              “Then why did you fuck me?” I sobbed.

              “It’s all so complicated. I’ve been having cold feet about this engagement. There was no other way to tell you.”

              “You are a lying piece of rotting shit, Sebastian,” I said as I glared at him in the eyes. “She’s the perfect girl. Everyone knows that. How do you think that makes me feel?”

              “I didn’t mean to–”

              “It makes me feel
common
.”

              “How do you presume that video made me feel?” he insisted. “Watching that mangy gatekeeper lapping at you like a dog?”

              “Did it hurt you even half as bad as you hurt me?”

              “I never wanted to hurt you, Audrey,” Sebastian said as he paused on me with his gorgeous eyes. I touched the top of his swirl of auburn hair. Then my finger traced down to the thin line of stubble on his face. Sebastian leaned forward and kissed me. Soon, we were pressed with my back against a tree, our tongues curled around each other in a fervent lock.

              His hands moved up my blouse, breaking the remaining buttons. The fabric fell to the ground as he sunk his teeth into my skin. I felt skin tear as he bit me like a juicy apple.

              “Ouch!” I screamed as he continued to shove me against the bark. I felt his erect cock pushing on me through the thin fabric of his pants. Moving my hands to his drawstring, I unfastened it, sending the pants to his ankles.

Now his cock was exposed and shoving harder near my pussy. Sebastian reached downward and caressed me between my thighs. His hand pulled down my thong, and he began handling me bare.

              “This is where he touched you,” he said as he rubbed the opening of my pussy. “He licked your cunt clean, didn’t he?”

              I nodded my head up and down.

              “Well, it’s too dirty for me now,” he said softly.

              “We can still fuck,” I smiled. Then I turned around, showing him my ass.

              “Dirty girl,” he growled. Then Sebastian spit on his hand and rubbed it all over his cock. He didn’t hesitate as he grabbed me by the throat and pushed himself inside of my ass. I had never done this before and at first it burned so badly that I wanted to scream. “You’re so fucking tight in there. Holy fucking shit.”

              I loved pleasing Sebastian so I let him continue to pump my ass until the pain turned into pleasure.

              “I’m not going to last long,” he panted. “Fuck, this is the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked.”

              “Come in me,” I said as I reached for his hanging balls. Rubbing them in my hands, I felt them move up and down as he heaved.

              “Fuck!” he yelled as he felt his cock pulsing tightly inside of me. With each great throb, Sebastian grunted sounds of pleasure. Sebastian pulled out and twisted me around. We kissed again wildly as he groped my breasts.

              “Did you like that?” I asked as he suckled on my lower lip.

              “I’m never going to be able to forget it,” he huffed.

              “Good,” I replied. Once again, he felt like mine. Then the thought of Darla came racing back into my head. She was like snow white; a fair-skinned beauty that thought her price had finally come for her. There I was with Sebastian, fucking like animals in the woods.

The games I enjoyed winning were always against cocky opponents like my father and brother who desired to win more than anything. I had proven that I could win this competition. Still, I didn’t feel that it was fair if Darla was the losing party.

“You are right,” I said softly. “This can’t possibly work out between us.”

“Now you’re saying this?” he laughed. “Moments after I was in you?”

“It’s fun what we did, but Darla is a sweet girl.”

“She is,” he said. “But maybe we can still fool around sometimes. You know, as our little secret?”

“We do have great chemistry,” I said mulling over the idea. “But that wouldn’t make things any better.”

“You are joking,” Sebastian looked at me with angry eyes.

“I’m not,” I softly replied.

“You’re a fucking succubus, Audrey,” he said as he pulled up his pants and fastened the drawstring. “A soulless demon bitch.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But that would make us both monsters.”

“Fine,” Sebastian said. “Then this never happened. I never fucked you and we’ve always been distant.”

“And I’ll always be a lesbian,” I added.

“Are you two best friends now?” he scoffed. “You’re feeling guilty for fucking your new girl friend’s guy?”

“Sebastian,” I said looking at him. “You are pitiful.”

“Have fun finding your way back,” he scowled as he stormed off through the trees. Suddenly, our tryst ever had any substance at all or if it were merely a schoolgirl fantasy of mine come to life.

I waited for him to leave and, hopefully, believe that I was unable to find myself out of the woods. Little did Sebastian realize that I had grown up on this estate, spending summer after summer wandering the foliage with my friends. Finding a way out was like asking me what color my own hair was.

Suddenly, something crunched the leaves in a short distance to the east of me. My heart began to race, wondering if someone had seen us. Quickly, I moved toward the sound. Running away, wearing his sleeping shirt, was Michael with the lit screen of his phone in hand.