Stepbrother Weekend (Filthy Dirty Desires)

“Or someone else to do,” I whisper to Eleanor.

“Yeah, good luck finding someone who can stand to be around you for more than ten seconds without gagging,” she whispers back.

“I know where your dirty mind is,” I whisper with a grin. “My cock. Gagging. Do I have to remind you that we’re family now?”

“Do I have to remind you that this is inappropriate?” she snaps back.

I don’t know why I can’t resist teasing her. Maybe it’s because I’m obsessed with growing the sexual tension between us. There’s so much of it radiating off her tight little body right now. I want it to build and build inside of her until it snaps and she unloads all of that frustrated energy onto my hard cock.

She’s going to be mine. She already is.

Our parents will be skiing for the rest of the weekend and I’m going to have my hot little stepsister all to myself.

Yes. When the parents are away, the kids will play.

I have a whole list of fun things I want to play with my little peach. She’s going to have so much fun, she’ll be screaming out in pleasure.

And begging for more.

“We don’t have to go,” Linda says the next morning over breakfast. “We can watch movies all day. That’s fun too!”

My dad is squirming in his seat at the kitchen table. I can tell he wants to go skiing with his pretty new wife. If I had a broken neck it probably wouldn’t stop him from hitting the slopes. He doesn’t exactly put his child first the way that Linda does. Never has. Never will.

“Don’t be silly, Mom,” Eleanor says from the couch. Her crutches are next to her and her foot is propped up on the coffee table.

Linda darts up and grabs the remote control for her when Eleanor tries to reach it.

“You guys go and have some fun,” Eleanor says. “We’ll just relax here.”

She glances at me and then turns away shyly with her cheeks blushing as I sit down next to her with my coffee.

There won’t be any relaxing going on here. I have lots of stuff I plan to do with my stepsister, but taking it easy is not one of them.

“They’ll be fine,” my father says. “They’re adults now, Linda. They can take care of themselves.”

“Go,” I tell them. “Peaches is in good hands.”

“Thank you, Tanner,” Linda says sincerely with a hand on my shoulder. “I really appreciate you looking after my daughter.”

Eleanor’s blue eyes dart over to me.

“I’ll take good care of her,” I promise Linda. “She’ll be having so much fun, she won’t want you to come back.”

Linda gives me a warm motherly smile and then carries her daughter’s empty cereal bowl to the kitchen.

The look that Eleanor is giving me isn’t exactly warm.

But it is getting my body all heated up.

I love the fire in those eyes. She’s so incredibly sexy. Even in her loungewear—jogging pants and an old hoodie—she’s irresistible. I have a hard time pulling my eyes away from her.

“This is what’s going to happen,” she says in a sharp tone once our parents have left to get ready. “I’ll take this TV and you take the one downstairs. I don’t want to see you all day.”

“You want me to stay downstairs all day?”

She nods aggressively as she stares at the stupid gameshow that’s playing. The sound isn’t even on.

“Okay,” I say as I rub my jaw. “If that’s what you want, I’ll go down on you. I mean, I’ll go down for you.”

Her head slowly turns to me—exorcist style.

“I would never let you go down on me.”

“Really?” I ask, inching a little closer to her on the sofa. “You wouldn’t want these hands on your soft thighs, prying your legs apart as you let me see your soft, wet, ripe little peach?”

She swallows hard as she looks at my hands. I can see those perky little tits moving up and down faster as her breathing increases. There’s a lustful shine in her blue eyes as her lips part.

I wonder if she’s getting nice and wet right now. I’d love to lay her down on the couch and find out.

“You wouldn’t want to feel my breath down there, tickling your burning hot peach as I get in nice and close?”

Her eyes slowly move up from my hands to my lips. Her legs part a little. She squirms on the sofa, getting nice and wet as I tease her.

“Imagine the feeling of my lips and hot tongue down there, devouring your hot little peach,” I say as she seems transfixed with my lips. “Your back arching. Cumming hard all over my mouth. Screaming your stepbrother’s name…”

Her thumb is rubbing circles on the remote. Her body is leaning closer to mine and I don’t think she realizes it.

This beautiful little body is talking to me—saying all the things she refuses to.