Seducing My Stepbrother (The Forbidden Fun)

With that, I was stumped. It seemed like a very particular personal hell. One in which everyone wants the best for you but where you become a project of sorts, instead of a person.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I wish I knew the answer because it’s rough, isn’t it?”

My handsome stepbrother turned to me, his eyes blazing.

“You can’t imagine,” he bit out, a mix of deep emotion swelling in his gaze, his massive chest rising and falling with pent-up energy. “You can’t imagine,” he repeated again softly before turning back to the road.

My heart went out to the man because Mason was so dominant and yet so frustrated simultaneously. He was a product that his handlers managed, rather than a man with wants, desires, and needs.

So I helped in the only way I knew how. I reached over and ran my hand over his crotch, lightly caressing that enormous ridge. It jerked involuntarily like it had a mind of its own, the material barely restraining him.

“Janie,” he growled with a sideways look. “Don’t. I’m driving.”

“Take a walk on the wild side,” I said softly. “After all, isn’t that what you want?”

With that, I started to strip in the passenger seat. I was still in that pink chiffon number, and the material hugged my curves tight. But now I was happy I’d worn this particular get-up because it had a zipper that ran from bodice to hem. I reached to my side and undid it all the way with a subtle gesture. The dress dropped immediately, the frothy material splitting open to reveal my creamy breasts and my G-string, already wet from need.

“Oops, I forgot to wear a bra,” I tittered while lifting a jug in my hand and licking the nip. “Next time, I promise,” I murmured.

Mason was literally shaking now, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as I tongued myself, slurping slowly on my tip. My other hand slipped down to massage my slit, the pink already glistening wetly.

“Do you like this, big boy?” I asked while rubbing my stiff nub in circles. “Do you want to see more?”

My new stepbrother couldn’t form any words, but he managed to grunt his approval. Meanwhile, his body answered me on its own. He’d somehow managed to get his zipper undone, and now his rod stood out at its full ten inches, the tip reaching almost to the top of the steering wheel. The knob dripped wetly, and I moaned at the sight. Oh god, I wanted it in me. The sight of the veiny length made me go moist in my secret spot, but first, I wanted to tempt him even more.

With a sly smile, I reached into my purse and pulled out my friend, the Mongo XL. It’s a dildo in black rubber that I carry with me everywhere. It sounds raunchy, but it’s just the way I am. Some women have a big purse for all their toiletries, but my bag is filled with Mr. Mongo and his friends. After all, I have needs and sometimes it’s just easier to pop into the ladies and do myself, letting the rubber and batteries do their work. But now, Mr. Mongo had a show to do. Propping my feet up on the dashboard, I spread my legs and slowly pulled the G-string off.

“Ohhh, I’m wet!” I cooed. Sure enough, as I pulled the material down a thin string of clear, viscous fluid became visible, growing longer as I tugged my panties off.

“Do you want to taste it?” I purred coyly. Mason was frozen at the wheel, trying to drive even as his cock pulsed in the air. But I did him a favor. With one finger, I touched my glistening slit and then placed it against his lips for a sample. Ravenously, he sucked my digit inside, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the aromatic, female cream.

“Yummy, isn’t it?” I murmured. “As you can see, I’ve been eating well.”

But I wanted to get down to business. Tossing my head back with a breathy moan, I parted my legs again, this time holding my nether lips open so that he could see the deep pink of my insides.

“Oh Daddy,” I moaned. “I need it. Put it in.”

With a quick flick of my wrist, I inserted Mr. Mongo and began easing the enormous toy into myself as Mason drove, his body hard. My little pussy stretched and twisted as I threw my head back, straining to fit the rubber toy. I mewled as it slid halfway in, and then pulled it back to take a look.

“Oh yes, slimy and slippery, just the way I like it,” I cooed, lifting the toy to my lips for a lick before inserting it again.

This time, I jammed it in a good five inches, drilling my little sweetness.