Stepbrother No More

His kisses trailed to my neck as I gasped at the touch. His hand slid down my neck, cupping my bare shoulders and I wanted him to touch me everywhere.

My nipples hardened and I grew wet in eager desire for more. For more!

He finally pulled away from our intense kiss. I was breathless and I pulled him back to my lips. I felt his hardness against my leg and I was about to explode in crazy need. I ached so hard. The ache for him was about to kill me.

“Did I just making things fucking weird?” His baby blue eyes, dazed in hazy desire, furrowed. His kind soul was truly worried. He ran his fingers through his wavy locks. “Fuck.”

My jaw hung open.

“Are you even serious?” I think it was time to show him it was okay. That if he felt afraid to take things further, then I would. He could blame me. It could be my fault. But there was nothing I wanted more than him. I saw him over the past six years hundreds of times, and with each passing year the desire grew and swelled. I knew one day I would burst in desire like an ancient volcano. It was time. “Shut up. Don’t ever say that.” My pointer covered his lips with a sign of “hush” and his eyes slowly lowered slightly, as if knowing what was coming next. “I know what I want. I’m eighteen. I’m legal. And I want you.”

I looped my right leg over him to where I was straddling him. Uh, liquid courage? I could feel his hardness between my thin shorts. My dampness begged for more of the touch, to feel him against my most intimate center and together to make pleasurable ecstasy together. I’d never had sex, but I knew how to make myself cum, and I knew just sitting against his hardness would make me come in an instant. I needed to show him how far I’d be willing to take us.

“All I’ve ever wanted was for that to happen.” I ran my fingers through his hair. His hands gripped my waist and kissed me more passionately. Our chins tilted and raised, our breaths of passion rising as the forbidden fruit was finally bitten and oh it tasted so sweet, sweeter than any plum.

I felt the rib of his tongue brush against my teeth, exploring my top gums before tenderly tracing my upper lip teasingly delicately. He bit down on my bottom lip and I moaned into his mouth.

Finally he cupped my breast and I sighed as my nipples tingled and hardened, longing for more as his hot breath was in my ear.

“I want you so fucking bad.” He whispered.

My passion was so high, I was embarrassed he could feel my desire.

“I want that, too. I really do.”

“Do you really?”

“Of course!”

I went back to kissing him before he stopped me with a light touch of his own across my lips. “Because, I mean, we’re not really like blood siblings.”

“Duh!”

“I just can’t stop thinking about you day and night. You’re more than just the daughter of my dad’s new wife. That tight ass of yours, and your gorgeous tits, prancing around showing off your body in that tight suit, you know how to drive a man mad. Is it terribly wrong for me to confess that I’ve been dreaming of seeing you naked ever since I saw you in that 8th grade dress when I took you to the dance?”

Inside I was jumping up and down like a school girl getting a pony for her birthday. Well, maybe I really was that little girl still and her pony was just a touch away. On that note....

“Well, ever since I saw you naked....” I began... He processed the phrase with a quizzical gaze but as soon as he felt my hands reach down into his thin gym shorts to reveal his hard erect penis, he registered the phrase alright. My fingers softly but firmly wrapped around his hard silky shaft just before swiping over the liquid excitement dressing his spongy tip, his jaw lowered. If it hung any wider I’m sure it would snap into two.

I felt excitement surge through my veins; I was about to pleasure him. “Well, I’ve always wanted to do this....” I opened my mouth dramatically, seeing his eyes darken with lust and excitement. I lightly trailed my tongue over his tip and he immediately moaned as his head fell to the side. My wet lips teased his tip before I took him all the way in, slowly gliding just down to the base of the shaft. His tip tickled the back of my throat but I didn’t care; it was Kyle’s. Kyle, the now man I’d wanted for so many years, the boy whom I fantasized about and touched myself and pleasured myself under the pressure of the water faucet time after time. He’s “made me come” so many times already it was time to pleasure him. I felt pools of desire increase in my now spoiled panties. I loved the way he tasted. He must have just showered. I could still smell his soap and this made me want to take him even deeper.

“Oh...God...oh God...” He moaned. Slowly, I trailed my tongue around his tip once before sucking him as deep as I could, trailing my lips around his tip again.

“But I...but I...let me see you. Please. I have to see those goddess breasts of yours.” He lifted off the shirt and unfastened my bra, freeing my hardened breasts. There they hung. I was proud of my tits and I always fantasized the way he’d look if he ever saw them bare. Judging by his lust and pleasant smile, I think he liked them. In a flash, his hungry lips crashed into my sensitive hardness, causing me to cry out as he sucked hard. Aggressive. Hungry. His left hand gripped hard on my breast and I felt myself pool in desire like a running faucet. I clenched in need as I ached to be filled. It felt so good. So good to be sucked.

And then as if coming to his good senses, his touch softened. He fondled my breast, while twisting another hardened nipple before retrieving back to the lightly sucking. I about came as I felt myself exploding in pleasure. It was as if he too knew what to do or rehearsed what he’d do to me in his own imagination time after time.

He lightly sucked as my breath caught; his pointer finger slid lightly down my bare stomach trailing down to the place he visited a million times in my dreams.

Oh. My. God!

His hand rested just at the mouth of my silk shorts. Every fiber in me longed for his touch to go just a bit further. Just a bit. He sucked harder now, as if instinctively or intuitively sensing my crazy intense desire to feel his touch.

I had wanted this moment and dreamt of this moment for so long. For so long. I wanted to be touched, to feel him explore me, to explore my depths, to brush against the sensitive spot that makes me see stars.

It’s like he knew how bad I wanted it because his passionate kiss felt my begging lips and I felt a smile on his lip.

“I want to feel your passion as I do this.”

And in that moment, he traveled from the safe ground to the red zone, the hot red zone. I was so swol

len and wet. I cried out into his mouth, my legs naturally spreading as I leaned further into him. My bare breasts pressing against him.

Off with the t-shirt! I needed to feel my bare skin against his own.

I nearly fell over as I pulled off his shirt, sending us both laughing for a moment but laughter turned into deep moans as his fingers slid against my slickness. His hot kiss biting my lower lip before sucking my nipple so hard.

I cried out into an eager mouth as his finger slid and glided over my slickness and I nearly came in that ten seconds. It was all so intense! He grabbed my ass cheeks and helped my wobbly legs stand as he slid my shorts and panties of and like a hungry lion went straight for the kill. I moaned and cried out. My heart rate elevated and I nearly quivered at the first peeking touch of his light tongue against the hood of my clit.

“Oh God!”

With that eager encouragement of mine, his hands immediately gripped my waist and guided me to lay me down on the coach and I knew what was about to come.

I continued to cry out in a soft moans as be brought me to bliss I’d never known. He continued pleasuring me and I couldn’t take it much longer.

I clenched inside in ripples of desire.

I tossed my head back in forth and bit my lip at the torturing pleasure until he sat me on the edge of his knees. I was inches away from his hardness as he explored me again. I was wide open for him as he trailed down to my tightness. His finger slid into my wetness as I cried out to him. It felt so amazing as he explored the depths of me but I was being pushed to the edge and I was about to explode.

“I want you in me...” I said breathlessly.

He let out a long sigh

“But you’re a...” His eyes were soft. Tender.

“I don’t care. I want you. I want it to be with you. I want to share this with you. And I want your naked body on me. All of it.” I was breathless.

I didn’t know what to do, but there had been millions of virgins before me. I knew I’d get through it and I wanted to, with him.

I slowly slid down letting him feel my tightness as we both sung out in happiness together. I felt stretched. It felt tight. A slight sting but I was in such heated desire I wanted more of him and more. His hands were on hips helping guide my way and suddenly I found myself in a foreign rhythm but a, “this feels as good as hell rhythm.” I loved the way he felt inside of me. I could see stars. It was all I could think about. I held on to his shoulders as the foreign movement became more sensational and I gave into my desires and feeling. I loved how I felt, all of him deep in me that a tickling sensation that flooded my senses taking to a place I’d never felt before. And in waves of pleasure I melted into him as I moaned. I was nearing an orgasm I could feel it. Sensing my orgasm, his hard sucking was on my nipple as I was a prisoner to his body. I felt amazing inside and out in every single way as I felt myself tightening and naturally clenching around him. I was becoming a woman! A woman! I never wanted this moment to end.