Stepbrother on the Force

Heat like I’ve never felt before builds up suddenly and then with one extra-hard suck I go flying, coming so hard, bucking up against him and calling his name, bliss like I’ve never ever felt before.

Matthew, oh Matthew my love.

“That’s my girl,” he growls into my neck. “I want to make you come a hundred more times.” And he laughs a little, and this time the laugh is full of joy and not bitterness.

“Let’s go to bed,” I say, climbing out of his lap.

He stands up and we start walking towards the bedroom. But then he stops me. I’m facing away from him and he holds me close so that now his wood is pushing against my ass, and godalmighty it’s good. He’s got his hands on my hips again and he’s pumping slowly against my ass. With one hand he reaches around and unzips my pants and then pulls them down. He turns me around and bends me over the back of the sofa, pulling my panties down with one hand.

I hear them rip, and god that’s fucking hot.

“Can’t wait for the bed,” he says. “Gotta fuck you here, right now.” I move to turn around but he holds me firmly and I feel the head of his cock come between my legs. “Spread your legs,” he growls, and I do.

“Ohh!” I shout, as his cockhead pushes hard inside me. I’m dripping wet and ready and Matthew groans and pumps fast, then gets control of himself and goes more slowly.

“I want to fuck you all day,” he says. “God, you’re so tight. So sweet. So fucking sweet…”

I arch my back so he can get in deeper and he drives his cock in hard, we’re not using protection and I love the feel of his warm skin, of his thick cock penetrating me all the way in. I can feel the head swelling as he gets closer. He takes a handful of my hair and pulls it, it hurts but in a good way, and call out his name again and he pumps super fast and then is still, and he’s filling me up, then jerking, saying Nic Nic Nic.

We stay like that for a half a minute, Matthew standing behind me holding my hips, and me bent over the sofa with my ass in the air. Then I feel his cock slip out of me, his cum is running down my legs, I’m all sweaty and panting.

And happy. Damn, I’m happy.

7

WE GO BACK to my bed finally and both of us fall fast asleep. r />

When I wake up, it’s dark out. Matthew’s arm is over my chest and he’s snuggled up against me. It takes a minute—more that a minute—for me to be sure that I’m not dreaming, not high and hallucinating or something. That Matthew, my Matthew, is actually here, in my bed. And actually wanted me.

Actually loves me.

Mind. blown.

I squirm a little under his arm and he wakes up and nuzzles my neck.

“I’m never leaving this bed,” he whispers. “You’re going to have to stay right here and attend to my needs all day and all night.”

“Your needs,” I say, laughing.

“That’s right,” says Matthew, and rolls on top of me. “Feel how hard you make me?”

“Mmm.”

“I need to fuck you again.”

“Mmm.” I wriggle under him, delighting in the way he’s looking deep into my eyes while pushing his cock between my legs. “What about my needs?” I say, teasing.

“Name one,” he says, his voice catching. He leans on one arm so he can fondle my breast with one hand. “Jesus,” he says, finding my nipple and pinching it again. “I’m obsessed with your nipples,” he says, dipping his head down and licking it.

“Ohh,” I say, wrapping my legs around him. But then I push him away. “My needs,” I remind him.

“Sorry. Got distracted,” he says, still looking at my tits.

“Did you know what I was doing, out there in the hall when we were younger?”

“Trying to catch a glimpse of my meat,” he says, grinning.

“Yeah,” I say. “But I didn’t want just to look….”

His eyes get wide and now he’s really grinning.

“I wanted to suck you,” I say. “I want you to shove your cock in my mouth so deep right now, and I’m gonna suck you dry.”

“My little stepsis is a dirty girl,” he says, and we both crack up laughing.

“So you’re not interested?” I tease him.

“Oh, I’m interested,” he says, serious now, and rolling off me. He props himself against the headboard and I kneel between his legs. I take his stiff rod in my hands and squeeze it, and then move one hand slowly up and down it, marvelling at the soft, soft skin, the popping veins, the almost scarlet color. And knowing he’s hard like this for me—well, that’s indescribable. And beyond wonderful.