Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set Volume 1: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets) (5 page)

I wondered what he’d think when he saw me. 

My nipples prickled, the tips spiking against my tee.  I gave both a pinch with my fingers and tugged, imagining doing it before I turned to face Brian across the pool.

And then a wash of cold swept over me.  What was I thinking?  I wanted my stepbrother to admire my nipples?  Did I really want him to imagine he was the one who’d tugged them into tight little points?  But the more I imagined his gaze sliding over my nude body, the more aroused I grew. 

So who was the slutty perv now?

My phone chimed again.

Well?  You gonna tell him?

I remembered the smirk he’d delivered right before he’d issued his challenge and my anger surged again.  Maybe the heat flooding me wasn’t all anger, but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge anything else. 

I’ll tell him now!
I typed. 

Pride bolstered, I pasted on a prideful kitty-cat smile and sauntered down the hallway to his room.  I’d show him I wasn’t a coward, wasn’t a little girl anymore.  And while I stood agreeing to his condition, I’d lay a plan to humiliate him right back—one that involved him and slutty-slut Ivy—then they’d both know who was boss.

The door stood ajar and I moved to push it open, but I heard sounds coming from inside.  Slick slaps.  Punctuated groans.  What the hell was he doing?

Quietly, I pressed my finger to the edge of the door, opening it a little wider, making sure to stay in the shadows.  The golden glow of his bedside lamp illuminated him in profile as he stood, one arm braced on his dresser, the other hand wrapped around his cock—and I nearly betrayed myself with a gasp. 

I smothered it, ready to back away and leave him alone, but something on the dresser top caught my eye, stopping me.  I moved close enough to see the lit screen of his cell phone and another shockwave swept through me.  From the side, I couldn’t make out the precise image on the phone, but I knew it was a girl.  A blonde, like me.  And he was jerking off to that image, his body bending toward it as his hand quickened on his shaft.

“That’s it, baby.  Suck it, good.  Let me see those big blue eyes while you swallow me down.  That’s it.  Yeah.  Fuck, your mouth is hot.”

He gave himself several rapid tugs, then eased his hand off and cupped his balls.  The muscles of his arms and shoulders tensed, bulging, a slight sheen of sweat emphasizing the hills and hollows.  His washboard abs quivered as he closed his eyes and leaned back his head, dragging in deep gulps of air. 

“Not this quick, baby,” he whispered.  Then he gripped himself at the base and shook his cock, like he might do if a woman were facing him on her knees.  “Suck it deep, now.  Suck it ’til you gag, baby.”

Then he spit into his hand and gripped his shaft again, jerking his hips forward and back while he slid his cock through the ring of his fingers again and again. 

“Best head ever.  Fucking beautiful.  Good girl.  Take it, baby, take it.”

Jealousy shafted through me, hot and hard.  At this girl he was staring at! Deep in my core, I felt a knot clench and a rush of liquid dampened the crotch of my panties.  He plunged forward, then twisted his hand and pulled slowly back through his fingers, inhaling, a ragged sound.  When he withdrew his cock, he braced both hands on the dresser and leaned toward the screen. 

I stepped closer, hearing a faint sound of water, realizing it was coming from his phone.  He was watching a video—of a woman showering behind a clear curtain with small white and pink images dotting the plastic. 

Shock quivered through me when I realized it was
my
Hello Kitty shower curtain and it was
my
body, visible through the plastic, my hands roaming my breasts.  With my foot sitting on the side of the tub, my pussy was exposed as I scooped water to rinse it clean.  Brian was masturbating to a video he’d shot of me in the shower!

Holyfuckingshit! The fucking perv!

I’m his sister!

“Come on, little sister, back up and give me your ass.  That’s it.  good girl,” he whispered, still staring intently at the screen.  Then, as though he’d watched the clip a hundred times, he waited while the girl on the screen—
me, that’s me!
—turned and bent to slide a loofah down her thighs to her calves.  “That’s it, Sissy.  Give me that ass—tilt it high.  I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

Holding his shaking body up on one flexed arm, he resumed stroking his cock, hand moving in quick, nearly violent motions, jamming up and tugging down as his hips jerked.

I couldn’t look away.  Not from his straining body, not from the rapid hammering of his hand on his flesh, certainly not from his cock.  It was long, thick and straight—and so large, I felt my inner muscles clench as though closing around it.  Only I was empty.  So very empty.

And in that instant, I wanted to be full.

I wished he was slamming in me, stretching my slick, clenching walls. 

Afraid I wouldn’t be able to contain a sob, I backed up a step, readying to flee, but he gave a muffled grunt and then a shout, “Oh! Fuck! Jill!”  And cum spurted from his cock—a hot, stream of creamy cum that struck the mirror and then striped the dresser and the phone.  I’d never seen a guy explode so hard, that much cum erupt.  Even in porn!

My knees wobbled, and I realized I was panting, face flushed and pussy soaked. 

I hesitated only a moment.  Not giving myself time to rethink my plan, just knowing I had to follow through, I rapped on his door. 

“Hey Brian?”

“Fuck,” came a harsh whisper, then louder, “Wait a minute.” 

I listened as his phone chirped, a drawer slammed, and something squeaked across the dresser glass.

“Come in.” 

I pushed open the door to find him lying on the bed again, this time with a sheet pulled over his hips, which did little to hide his waning erection, something he tried to shield with the casual placement of one hand. 

“What do you want, Jill?”  he asked, voice clipped.

I was tempted to quip,
Your cock in my mouth, apparently, at least in your imagination
, just to humiliate him by letting him know I’d watched.  Instead, I lifted my chin and gave him my haughtiest glare. 

“Okay.  You win.  My friends will be naked at your pool party.”

“What?”  His green eyes blinked.  “Th—that’s great.”

I looked down at him one last time—and I couldn’t keep my gaze from sliding to his hips.  His cock tented the soft cotton beneath a hand not large enough to hide it. 

My mouth grew dry.  I’d seen it.  In all its engorged glory. 

There was no more pretending I hadn’t. 

Clothed now, it was like a tall, delicious slice of cake at dinner on a first date. 

I couldn’t not salivate over it, even though I knew very well I should order salad instead.

I jerked my gaze away and headed toward the door, confused by my own feelings.  My tummy was flippy, my knees were wobbly, and I actually stumbled as I stepped toward the door.  Brian and his damned boxers all over the floor!

He was off the bed so fast, I gasped in surprise when he caught me, holding me by both elbows until I steadied. 

As if I could. 

Both our gazes dropped between our bodies. 

His cock was hard and jutting toward me, the tip still smeared with drying cum.

Our eyes met then and he let me go as though I was on fire.  I took one step back and whirled, hurrying back to my room, but not before I heard his muffled “Fuck” and the slam of his bedroom door. 

Still shaking, I lay on my bed, trying to make a mental list of the food I’d need for the party tomorrow.  But my pussy wouldn’t stop tingling.  I slipped a hand into my panties and rubbed my clit with my middle finger, but it wasn’t enough. 

Fuck, my loofah might not be enough to rub the ache away. 

What had he been thinking? 

Did he really want
me
? 

Or had I just been a target of opportunity for him to film? 

I should be furious, heartsick, and instead, I was so turned on I slipped from my bed and cracked open my bedroom door.  I felt dirty.  And so fucking horny.  I needed a shower. 

I heard him in his room as I stripped down, turning on the hot water, still flushed and shaking.  I left the door open halfway, seeing the beam of light illuminating a strip of dark hallway, an open invitation for him to watch.

I left Ivy at the front door, laughing and flirting as she confiscated phones from late-comers.  It was just late afternoon, but the party was in full swing.  The keg had been tapped.  The music blared.  And so far, no one had balked when told the pool was a clothes-free zone. 

And, wonder of wonders, Brian had been gone all day.  He’d taken a landscaping job for the summer to earn some spending cash for school.  He should have been home hours ago, but now I was wondering if this was all a joke.  Maybe he had no intention of being here while everyone skinny-dipped—he just wanted to make me squirm. 

Feeling strangely deflated, I wandered through the packed living room.  The telephone rang and ran to it before anyone else could pick it up.  Checking the digital display, I saw it was Brian. 

I picked up the handset.  “You’re late!”

“Just finished up.  I’m filthy, but I’m heading home.  I wanted to make sure you hadn’t chickened out on our deal.  Everyone better be wearing their birthday clothes.”

“When will you get here?”  I grinned, imagining how pissed he’d be coming through the front door.  Even before he showered, he’d have to find me to rip me a new one. 

“I’ll be there in ten.”

His voice was low and husky and sent goose bumps prickling all over my bared arms.  Moving into the living room, I muted the music and stepped up onto the coffee table.  Everyone’s gaze turned.