Stepbrother Studs Kevin: A Stepbrother Romance (3 page)
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Authors: Selena Kitt
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
She rested her face in the crook of his shoulder. He smelled of clean sweat and the last tinges of some delicious cologne. She could’ve spent hours with her cheek against him, just inhaling his closeness.
“Thanks for bringing me out here. Letting me see where you go to escape. Being there for me. You know, you’re the only guy who’s ever really seen me? Cared about me… even when I’m at my worst?”
“Your worst isn’t so bad.”
They stared down the gully they’d hiked up. The sunset had given way to stars by the time Kevin spoke again.
“Amazing out here, isn’t it? This is the only place I can feel completely normal.” He quirked a smile. “See, I was lucky. I found what I wanted to do—the paramedic work, the smoke-jumping—mostly by accident, but now that I’ve found it, I’m not letting it go because I’m not cut out for much else. You… you could’ve done anything you wanted. Still could.”
His belief in her made her bloom. Anything seemed possible. “You know what you said about making things difficult for myself? I’ve been thinking. I might try to figure out a way to get back to vet school and finish my finals.”
“I think you should.” Kevin stroked her shoulder. “I won’t always be there to cheer you on, though. You think you can handle it, this time?”
Away from Ned, and with the old Kevin back, she thought she definitely could. She nodded. Financial aid, a new apartment… yeah, she’d have to deal with all that. But she knew she wanted to go back. She reached up and went to kiss him on the cheek, but caught the corner of his mouth. A little static jolt passed through her that she knew he felt, too. They locked gazes, but no kiss followed. Kevin tucked her hair behind her ear and rested his forehead against hers, giving a sigh that seemed to come all the way down from his bootstraps.
“It’s great to have you back, Evie. Still… better get to bed, huh? We’ve got to do that walk again tomorrow.”
As he got up to unpack his bag, she was still too tingly with happiness at their closeness to be disappointed that he’d brought two tents.
* * * *
After eons of lying on her back with his spare t-shirt pulled over her face, breathing the trace of his scent in, she slapped her hands down on the ground in frustration. Weird how she’d been arguing with Kevin for so long because of her shameless display of her body at the club, and now—after he’d almost kissed her before bedtime—she was lying alone, afraid to be bold with him. She is playing a maddening, petal-picking game of ‘does he love me, does he not?’ in her head. He’d spent the whole day being tactile in a way he’d never done before.
Probably because there was no one around to see him do it.
If she was going to show how she felt, she had to do it now, while they were totally alone.
She threw aside the t-shirt and opened up her tent, wincing as the whine of the zip echoed across the trail. She hopped past dried-out trees and rocks, pushing her way beneath the flap of Kevin’s tent rather than risk waking him already with the damn zipper. Her pulse beat a drumroll in her neck and behind her eyes, the adrenaline making her hands shake as she clocked Kevin’s bare-ass naked silhouette, even in the near-darkness. He was face down, his right knee pulled up a little in front, arms hooked to either side of him as he moved his hips slowly but forcefully against the sleeping bag beneath.
Evie thought she heard him groan her name, then he reached his hands out to the top corners of the bag, fisting around them.
“Kevin?” Her voice came out so quiet she wasn’t even sure she’d even vocalized, but her knees carried her forward until she was alongside him. She put a light hand on his shoulderblade, making him stir. His flip onto his back was so abrupt, it made her jump, but then his face dropped away from her, facing the tent. There was movement behind his eyelids but the dark crescents of his eyelashes stayed tilting south. He was a gorgeous fireman and paramedic, but he’d make a horrible soldier—he slept too deeply.
She smiled, but couldn’t help biting her lip at the way the moonlight dispersed through the white fabric, creating dappled light and deep shadows beneath the ridge of his pecs and in the sockets of his shoulders. The V of his hips stood out starkly above the jut of his cock as it strained towards his left hip, the head glistening a little in the half-light.
Was he as sensitive as he was smooth and firm? The crotch on her borrowed boxers tented inwards, adhering softly against her pussy. Kevin was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous.
Her hand shaking, Evie reached out and traced her fingertips from the middle of his chest slowly down over his belly and rested them in the thick bush at his groin. He gave a sharp double gasp and bunched his thighs, one sleepy hand travelling down to squeeze his cock before releasing and letting the hand drop to one side.
Slowly, not quite believing her own daring, Evie wrapped her hand around his cock, marvelling at the sensation of hard wood wrapped in gossamer skin. He was thick and long, the moist crown of his cock almost reaching his hip. She stroked from root to head, feeling her pussy keening with need as Kevin tipped his head further back, thrusting his chest up and rocking his hips into her gentle hold on him. His soft moan spurred her on and she stroked him again, over and over until his precum slicked a little lake on his belly—but he still had his eyes closed.
She shuffled back on her knees and took him in her mouth, almost painfully turned on by the soft cry he gave as she grazed the upper side of his cock against her palate. He tasted clean and warm, salt and a twinge of sweetness, and she stroked the root of his cock with her hand while lapping her tongue around his whole head, her heart rising with his every writhe, groan and hip-thrust. His fingers threaded through her hair, cupping the back of her head and stroking her neck as she sucked him.
Kevin gently stilled her head and sat, getting his arms around her and pulling her over to straddle his thighs. He kissed her hard, breathing fast as he claimed her mouth first, then ran his jaw across hers and then down to her neck. He unhooked her bra at the back, smoothed the straps down off her arms and then tossed it. The hunger and urgency of his exploration took her by surprise and it was a struggle to stay balanced on her knees, her arms looped around his neck, as he moved his hands all over her. His palms and fingertips ran down her shoulders and sides, across her back, down the back of her legs. He braced her with an arm around the small of her back and traced his fingertips in slow, light circles up on the insides of her thighs, moving from one to the other, higher and higher.
Evie arched her back, whimpering as every touch made her hotter, wetter. She still couldn’t quite believe she wasn’t dreaming this. His fingertips nudged inside her panties and then he claimed her lips again with his, exclaiming into the kiss as his fingers dipped gently inside her, disappearing into her slick pussy. She held onto him tight and buried her face into the side of his neck as he fingered her slowly, bringing his thumb into play to stroke her clit from side to side, creating a caressing vice. She gasped and moaned, instantly responding to him, desperate to straddle and take him inside her.
Kevin’s gaze met hers in the dimness and he stroked her upper arm where her contraceptive implant was. “Still active?”
She nodded, her mouth suddenly dry at the thought of what they were about to do. She’d loved him pretty much forever, but still felt scared by the ramifications of Kevin returning her feelings. He helped her get free of her panties and turned her round, wrapping his arms around her front.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
Evie nodded but felt herself tensing as he pulled an arm away to guide himself in. At the first careful invasion of his cock head, her eyes flew wide open. He was so wide! He pulled her upper leg up and back, hooking it over his, which made it easier as he pushed in gently, but the sheer size of him as he filled her sent a tingling, deep-bruise thrill through her whole body. Her breathing seemed magnified in the tent as he pushed in all the way, until his hair caressed the shaved lips of her cunt. She tightened hard around him, feeling him flex inside and inhale sharply behind her.
They were still for a moment, and then he started moving, shifting one hand down to her clit, stroking her with the callous on the side of his thumb.
He entered her slowly and pulled out fast a few times, making her whimper at the friction, then changed gears, thrusting in and stroking out. The pump of his hips against her ass was hot and rhythmic and she reached back to stroke his thigh, wanting to connect with him as he commanded the pleasure centers at the core of her body.
“Oh God, Evie…” His voice rumbled into her ear and she felt the vibration through every cell in her skin.
He kept moving, filling her completely then retreating to the head, and she was beginning to wonder how much stamina he had when he took her clit between forefinger and thumb and rolled it tenderly. She cried out, feeling her thighs and pussy tremble with the onset of a strong climax, the kind she could only ever create by herself when she was fantasizing.
Usually about her stepbrother.
Fuck, he was going to do it. He was going to make her come with his huge cock inside of her, and she’d never done that. Had never climaxed with a man’s cock buried inside her before.
“Come for me, Evie,” he whispered.
And her body obeyed him, with as much fervor as her mind had defied him for so long. She’d been denying him, and herself, this moment, and now, she relented.
It didn’t matter if he was her stepbrother—he was Kevin. Her Kevin. Always hers.
“Oh God,” she cried, her nails digging into his thigh as she arched against him. “You’re gonna make me come!”
The first shudder overtook her and she surrendered to it, soft cries escaping her, pussy clamping down on his deep-thrusting cock. She head his breath draw in, then grow ragged, his chest heaving and slamming against her shoulders as drove faster into her slippery wetness.
The combination of his hold on her and his tortured groans of restraint ratcheted her lust up, making every muscle tighten. Pleasure rushed through her whole body from one hot, pulsing point between her legs.
He stroked his whole palm between her thighs and she gave her orgasm full voice as it took control of her, almost screaming her release as her pussy pulsed and spasmed around Kevin’s cock over and over.
The pressure pushed him over the edge. His cry joined hers in a rising wail and he slammed his cock into her two, three, four times before she felt every muscle in his legs andbelly turn to soft-coated rock behind her. Then, the soft, repeat spatter of his cum coated her insides and she melted against him completely.
Feeling him heave and gasp as he came down was almost hot enough to set her off again, his hand still gently cupping her, but she didn’t have the strength to do anything but wait for her high to fade, sinking into the comfort of his heat.
Hesitant with exhaustion, his arms wrapped around her breasts and waist and they recovered together slowly, in silence, him still inside her, his cock giving the occasional gentle flex as it softened. She nestled against him, feeling like this was in some ways even more intimate than the love they’d just made. She was beginning to think he’d drifted off when he finally spoke.
“I’ve loved you since you were seventeen.”
Her tired mind took a moment to digest this. “We only met when I was seventeen!”
“It’s been a challenging six years. Well, five.”
She got it at last, the other reason for his abandonment, and weirdly didn’t feel mad at all. “It was easier when you moved out?”
“A little, maybe. I married my job, filled my life with adrenaline, but… it didn’t really work...” He sighed and pulled her closer. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a jerk since I moved out.”
“Your ‘jerk’ isn’t so bad.” Her echo of what he’d said before bedtime earned her a grateful squeeze.
“What are we going to do, Evie? You’re my stepsister. I love you, but people are gonna…”
“Judge?”
He gave a soft, nervous chuckle. “Yeah, judge and then some.”
She rolled over to face him and snaked her arm up his side and around his back, stroking between his shoulders, up and down the deep dip of his spine. “A wise man once told me that life was a wilderness, and that there were no rules.”
“Why’d you have to choose yesterday to start listening to me now?”
She chuckled and slipped a thigh up between his legs, reaching down to stroke his balls. “I’m awkward like that. But since we
are
in the wilderness, there are
no rules.”
Kevin pressed up and laid over the top of her, taking most of his weight on his forearms. She felt his cock getting hard again as it rested on her and tilted her hips up to caress him as best she could while he pinned her wrists down to the ground.
She stretched up to give him a light kiss, brushing his lips with hers. “Out here, Kevin, you can do whatever the hell you want to me.”
The End
