Billionaire Stepbrother's Homecoming

Tristan’s hands moved slightly higher, gripping my hips firmly as he used his new hold to simultaneously pull me closer to him while pulling himself toward me. His lips brushed against mine, hesitant for only a second before accepting the invitation of my mouth opening against his.

As our kiss deepened, our tongues exploring and probing against each other. Our new position on the couch forced his pelvis against mine, my thighs spread, allowing him to press himself against my body. I felt him pressing into the crevice between my legs and I couldn’t resist the urge to push back against the hard ridge I felt growing within the confines of the jeans he was wearing.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” He breathed against my skin as his mouth left a trail of fire where ever his lips touched me, “You’re so beautiful, Lee, and smart.” He was mumbling his words into my sweater as his hands moved under the hem and began lifting it up. “I never thought you’d grow up to be so damn….” He’d pulled my sweater up over my breasts and his hands had freed my breasts from my bra. His mouth locked down over one of my nipples, sending piercing little lightning bolts coursing through my body, causing liquid heat to pool between my legs.

My mind raced against the feel of his lips, his breath hot against my flesh, his hands cradling the contours of my bosom and sliding over my midriff on their way to the fly of my jeans.

I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want every kiss, every touch, every spiraling sensation that was moving through me at this moment. But he was my brother, wasn’t he? Even if he’d only been family for a short time, did that make it OK? Was it acceptable if I didn’t really remember him very well from back then?

How did it work? Once a stepbrother, always a stepbrother?

His hands had my jeans undone and he was pulling them over my hips, causing me to slide further down on the couch. Under him. He moved lower to pull the fabric from my legs and free my feet. And then he was on me, starting at my navel and working his way down, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding them apart.

I arched my back and tangled my hands in those thick dark locks of hair as his mouth reached my softest places and began a sweet torture to drive any further concerns of our forbidden past from my mind.