STEPBROTHER Love 2 (3 page)

Chapter 3

Joshua

Cali was going to be the death of me.

I was twenty years old, so the stress and angst waiting to be with her wasn’t going to cause me to have a heart attack.  Even though Cali passed out at mom and dad’s wedding, I was holding it together with style.

But then we
finally
got to kiss again.

And before I knew it we were in the kitchen, and she was almost completely naked…

And I was headed right for her pussy, mouth watering, cock straining the fly of my jeans…

And then she said she was a virgin.

Cali… the hottest chick I’d ever known, was a fucking virgin.

Now that made my heart stop.

If I was going to have a heart attack and die, it would’ve been after that little bombshell.

And for a few minutes I was freaked.  Sure, you’re about to dive into a girl’s hot-and-tasty and wham! 

Joshua… I’m a virgin. 

The big V is a big motherfucking deal.

Well, not for me… but I’m a dude.  I lost my virginity (Jesus, I’m losing my left nut just thinking that) to Autumn Hinde on my fifteenth birthday: a blowjob and then she sat on my dick until I came. 

Luckily, she’d brought the birthday condom.

From there it was a whirlwind of girls, more condoms than I could count, because I usually didn’t have just one night stands.  If a girl was good enough for me to fuck once, she was good enough for a few weeks of fucking.

But Cali was different.

She was the girl you…

I couldn’t even think that.

Cali was my goddamn stepsister, and no matter what I thought or thought I felt, sooner or later this was going to end.

We couldn’t last.

Because it would destroy our parents, our family, if anyone found out about us.

Mom and dad would NEVER understand.

Hell, I didn’t even understand.

All I know was that that freaked out feeling lasted just long enough for my brain to catch up and catch on.

Okay, I was going to be her first.

That was great.

Because sex was something I was really good at. 

I went above and beyond every time out.

Sure, I wanted to get my rocks off, but I prided myself on making sure the girl I was with got off before I did—or at the exact same time, if at all possible.

So I knew for a fact that I could give Cali the best first time she could ask for.

And… well, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief and possessiveness that Cali was all mine.

And would always be all mine…

I wasn’t thinking straight.

I was thinking with my cunt-hungry dick… and yes, with my heart.

My girlie, overly sentimental heart.

Which wasn’t like me at all.

Should have fucking known I was all fucked up over her.

I carried her upstairs to my room—thank god I’d cleaned up a little, or there’d still be two pizza boxes, three empty cans of Coke, and a
Penthouse
there.  Before I knew it I had her panties stripped off and was sniffing them like some mad perv. 

I mean, really?  Couldn’t I have controlled myself just a little?

And after that I just went to town eating out her pussy.

Good god, she had a spectacular pussy.  A cunt good enough to cause addiction.

She thrashed around pretty good as I warmed her up.

Somehow I made my way out of her lap and started kissing her lips again, fingering her as she moaned her pleasure into my mouth.

Shiiit…

And then she started pawing at my hard on, trying to aim it right at her pussy lips.

“Fuck me, Joshua… fuck me.”

Ah,
fuck
me
.

There wasn’t anything on this earth I wanted to do more…

But she was trying to get me to push into her raw.

I didn’t do bareback.

Far too many things could happen that way, and I wanted Cali to be as safe as I could make her.

My mind snapped into gear and I pulled away from her.

The strawberry flavored condoms and lube were down in the freaking kitchen!

Damn it to hell!

But luckily I had a box of rubbers in my sock drawer.  They weren’t flavored or anything, but they were Trojan Magnums, so they’d fit well and wouldn’t break easily.

Regular sized condoms were a mess for me.  They looked cool, stuffed and stretched until they were shiny like a balloon.  But I usually couldn’t feel anything through that tightness, and I’d had a couple break.

What happened next is kind of a daze.

I mean, when I sank down into Cali’s pussy I lost it.  I mean, man… she was so tight, and that vagina was so responsive.  I had a hard time not just cumming right then and there.

But she’d laughed, when I was getting out the condom from my chest of drawers, she’d laughed…

So I had to teach her a lesson.

Never laugh at a man with an erection.

So I held back my orgasm.

And Jesus Christ was it worth it.

I’ve never had better sex.

It was like on another level all together.

Like…

Shit, it wasn’t like anything.

I should have known that sex with Cali would be like Cali herself: amazing and like nothing else.

I tried not to fuck her too hard… I didn’t want to hurt her.

After all, this was her first time, and it was going to hurt anyways.  So I wanted to be gentle.

But she was begging me to fuck her harder and harder.

I just lost control with her, wanting her, needing her.

I flipped her around into a couple different positions, and before I knew it I had her up on top of me, riding me like a goddamn horse.

And just as she comes again, this time so hard her cunt clamps down on my prick, hard, I auto-cum, shooting my load into that condom so hard my nuts actually start to ache.

Then Cali stopped my heart again.

“Joshua… I love you.”

And then she fucking passed out.

I mean, damn.  I didn’t know what to do, about her saying she loved me or her passing out.

I felt really pervy as I held her, because she was unconscious and I still had my cock inside her.

Fuck me.

I lowered her to the mattress, checked her for a pulse and that she was still breathing, and then slowly I pulled out of her.

Shit, my cock didn’t want to leave her.

I didn’t want to leave her.

Joshua… I love you.

Well, princess… right back at you.

I sat there, staring at her a few beats, letting what she’d said and what I’d just kind of thought absorb.

Holy fucking Christ.

I was in love with Cali.

I was in love with my stepsister.

Chapter 4

I almost called an ambulance.

But wouldn’t this be a hell of a thing to explain.

My stepsister passed out while I was fucking her.

Yeah, sure, that was a great idea.

So I tucked a sheet over and around her, not knowing what else to do, and went and got a cold washcloth and held it to her forehead.

No more than a minute later she started to rouse—thank god.  Every minute that she was out made me closer and closer to calling that ambulance.

I said, “You had me scared, princess.” I felt myself move to kiss her, and stopped myself.  But that was fucking bullshit, right?  We’d already blown past that.  So I went ahead and kissed her softly on the lips.  “You ate today, right?”

“Had two helpings of mom’s breakfast casserole,” she said, blushing.

My god, I wanted to eat her alive.  She was just the sweetest thing.

But me being me I had to ruin it.

“You mean I fucked you until you blacked out?”

See?

She got this look like I’d just run my nails down a chalkboard. 

Quick, say something so she doesn’t think you’re a complete asshole.

And don’t say asshole!

“I… ummm… well, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”  I was feeling kind of… well, I felt stupid trying to say I was thinking anything but the dumb jock things I was really thinking. “I, just… wow, I didn’t know I was that good.”

She started laughing, her beautiful face so animated, her joy so true and real. 

“You’re such a tool,” she said.  But her eyes were telling me another story entirely
.

She was looking at me like she was in love with me.

I reached out and pushed a lock of that honey blonde hair back and behind her ear.  “Yeah, but I’m the tool you’re in love with.”

Okay, that may not have been the best way to approach that.  The look on her face was pure cat with its tail caught in a door.

“No, I’m not.  I didn’t say that!”

Let it go.  Say you’re sorry.

Kiss her…

But I said, being the big tool/dick/asshole I was, “You were saying it when you passed out.”  I let my head fall back, rolling my eyes up like I was passing out.  I bit my lip just for show.  And in my best Kristen Stewart
Twilight
impression, “Joshua… I love you.”

She went kind of pale, and then her cheeks went full on scarlet. 

“So,” I said, seemingly unable to just let her catch her balance.  I loved seeing her blush and stutter.  “You want me to fuck you, and you love me.”  I smiled and let my eyebrows rise and fall a couple times. “Anything else you’d like to confess?”

“I was delirious,” she said. 

“Delirious?”  Really?  She was going to plead delirium?

“I must still be ill from last night.” She glared at me.  “Why?  Did I do something strange?”

Jesus… was she for real? 

I scooted away from her.  “Strange?”  Yeah, the last two years have been nothing but strange.

“Yeah, strange…” she said, leaning up and looking me in the eye, stone faced.  “Like, did I do something out of character, something I would never
, ever
… hey,” she got this panicked look as she took in the sight of me.  “Why are you naked?”

Fuck! 

I grabbed a pillow and put it over my junk. 

Cali looked down at herself and gasped, her expression one of surprise and horror. 

“Why am I naked?”  Her eyes were bugging out.  “Joshua, what happened?”

This was bad…

But wait a goddamn second… I had never seen her eyes so wide before.  Not even after I kissed her that first time.  Not even when she woke up after she passed out at the wedding.

Ah ha… now I got it.

She was acting.

And the winner is…

Cali Winters for
Fucking with her Stepbrother
.

She deserved a statue, a big golden one with her name engraved on the bottom.

But I would give her a prize of my own.

“Nice,” I said right before I grabbed her and started kissing the shit out of her… and then pulled her onto my lap, face down so I could smack that ass. 

“Just remember…” I scolded her, smacking that sweet, full bottom again, but harder.  “Little princesses that try to pull shit over on their older, wiser stepbrother, get their sweet, milky white asses beat.” 

I smacked that ass again.

I flipped her about again until she was sitting that fine ass on my lap. 

I was holding her against me, feeling… well, I was feeling too good to be true.  This was motherfucking heaven to me.

And then the little shit started smooshing her hot little ass into my crotch, making my cock get hard again.

I groaned.  “Just a minute ago you were passed out from sexual exertion…” I bit at her neck playfully.  “And now you want to go for round two?”

She took my earlobe in her mouth and bit it, making a surge of lust and adrenaline course through my body. 

“Round two… three…” she sang absently.  “Whatever…”

She kissed me and nibbled on my ear, moving that sweet, sweet ass of hers over my stiff cock again.

Shiiit…

I bolted up from the bed, holding my hands out at her like she was a man eating tiger.

“You’ve passed out twice in twenty-four hours.  I think you need some rest… and some dinner.”

She got this disappointed look on her face, and then her eyebrows rose up. 

“Food sounds good… can you actually cook?”

I started getting dressed, shrugging.

“I’ve been known to cook a few select dishes—cereal, Ramen, mac and cheese.”

Her nose wrinkled.  She hated mac and cheese. 

“But,” I had to stop talking for a beat or two as I struggled to get my still-hard cock into the fly of my jeans.  “I was thinking about the Applebee’s not ten minutes down the road.”

That got her attention, and when she sat up suddenly the sheet fell and… well…

Boobies…

I mean, I’m only a man.

Wisely, she pulled that damn sheet back up.  “Do they still have that—”

“Steak topped with mozzarella and shrimp?” I said.  I knew what she liked. 

She licked her lips.  “And don’t forget—”

“The loaded mashed potatoes?”

That got a beautiful smile out of her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”

I grabbed my keys but stopped cold at the look on her face.  Like she was planning on making me the entreé. 

I looked away and pointed at her accusingly.  “It is looks like that that make men swerve into oncoming traffic!”

“What does that even mean?” she asked.

I shook my head again, trying not to lunge back at her and start humping her again. 

“It means, don’t look at me when I’m driving.  You could get us both killed.”

I heard her laugh as I jogged out the door. 

I took the stairs two at a time and skidded at the bottom, turning toward the kitchen with ninja stealth and Usain Bolt speed… well, maybe not that fast, but fast enough that I could outrun one of those Jurassic Park raptors.

I grabbed my iPhone as I passed where I’d left it—on the kitchen counter right beside Cali’s bra.

Good thing no one was here but us.

I stopped at the door and backpedaled until I was looking down at the slinky, lacy bit of material. I ran my hand over the soft silk, letting my fingers rub at the lace trim.  The moment when her bra fell down from her tits, letting me see them—finally!—played over in my mind.

I felt myself getting hard again. 

I loved how she just let me play with them.  Licking, sucking, biting…

And how soft they were, that perfect skin, the fine pink nipples.

How they’d tasted.

Fuuuuuuck…

I had to suck on those tits again.

I had to lay on top of her again.

And I HAD to shove my prick in her all the way to the balls again.

I.

Just.

Had.

To.

I pressed my crotch against the cold, hard drawer in front of me.  I looked down and realized I was humping the goddamn utensil drawer.

I pushed away from it, raking a hand through my hair.

I was a fucking pervert.