Stepbrother Secret Billionaire

He smiled then, and wrapped his arms around me and carried me, with my legs still wrapped around his waist, into my bedroom, where we’d never been together.

“Oh good, you have a bed,” he said, “I was afraid it would be a pile of straw.” Then we fell onto it together, me still wrapped around him. He got up long enough to take off his jeans, and I used the opportunity to wiggle out of my pajama bottoms. I could tell how wet I was, and that plus the feeling of being naked in front of Mick, drove home the realization that this was real, that I was about to make love with my stepbrother.

I waited for him to get back on the bed, to leap onto me like a cat, but for a minute he just stood there and really looked at me. Then he knelt beside the bed. “So beautiful,” he breathed. He leaned over me and kissed me gently while his hands trailed caresses down the length of my body.

I shivered, barely able to stand any delay in satisfying my need to have h

im inside me. “Please,” I whispered.

“Please, what? Please do this?” he said and pulled my nipple into his mouth. His other hand tugged and lightly pinched the other nipple while he sucked hard. The feeling shot straight through me, right to my center. I made a noise, not a word. I was past speaking.

Mick wasn’t. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He sucked and pinched a little more, but then let go. “Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was this you were asking for.” He moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up. He quickly, almost roughly, spread my legs, and then his face was inches away from my open folds. With one finger, he outlined the edge of my pussy, where the regular skin turns pink.

This drove me crazy. It was enough stimulation to make me hotter, but not enough to satisfy. “Please,” I said again. It seemed to be the only word I could say.

Without warning, he pushed one finger deep inside me. I saw his eyes open wider, his mouth go round. He wasn’t kidding around any more. “You’re so wet!” he said. All at once, he put his mouth on my clit. His tongue went to work, rubbing firmly and rapidly right on the most sensitive part. His finger inside me pressed up, hard against my pubic bone.

Helplessly, I burst right through into shuddering orgasm. Spasms racked my body for long moments.

As the feeling ebbed, Mick came up to lie beside me. When he was sure I was watching, he put his finger, the finger that had been inside me, into his mouth and sucked it clean. No one had ever done that before. “That was amazing,” he said. Then he shifted to lie between my legs.

“Wait,” I said. “I want to do you, now.”

He sat back onto his knees, and a smile grew on his face. “Really?” he said.

“Yeah. Stand up.”

He stood by the bed, and I sat on the very edge of it. This was the first chance I had to really look at his cock and I wanted to take my time. I was pretty stunned at its size, to be honest. I hadn’t been with many men, but Mick’s cock was definitely the prize winner. It was so thick, I couldn’t wrap my hand all the way around it. The head was especially large, and I worried for a minute about how this monster was going to fit in me. But I really wanted to pleasure him, so that’s what I did. I first kissed the smooth head, and made eye contact with Mick as I did so. I then licked all around the head before opening wide and taking it into my mouth. I bent low, to straighten out my throat, and took all I could. I held onto his ass, to try to push more of him into my throat, but I couldn’t take it all. No big deal though. I bobbed up and down, tucking my lips over my teeth, and poured myself into giving him pleasure. Several times he brushed the hair off my face to see what I was doing.

“Case, stop. I have to be in you.”

For an answer, I just lay back on the bed. He lay beside me and we kissed for a moment. He rolled on top of me and settled between my legs, most of his weight on his arms. We kissed deeply then, with his cock at my entrance, and me almost losing my mind from unfulfilled desire.

“I love you so,” he said. “I always have.” The tip of his cock rubbed around my pussy.

“I love you too, Mick.”

The head of his thick cock pushed against my opening. I felt a stretching, but I was so wet that it didn’t hurt much. He sank into me, deeper and deeper, and my walls were stretched tightly around him. Finally he was in all the way, and still he pushed hard. He looked into my eyes and began to thrust. The friction, the stretching and releasing, was so pleasurable it threatened to drown me. I put my arms around him.

This was Mick. This was real. I couldn’t get over it. The man I’d wished for was right here. My stepbrother’s cock was deep, deep inside me and I was happy. So happy. The pleasure and the emotion combined made my orgasm well up inside me and flow over me, drawing me up in a swirling cloud of sex and love and joy.

Mick was watching my face, and could feel me clenching around his hard cock, and he sped up, thrust harder, and then he let out a roar and drove into me deeper than I thought possible. I felt his balls spasm as he thrust one more time, and then he collapsed. His weight felt good, solid and safe, and his cock was still lodged inside me, gradually subsiding as our pleasure drained away. We kissed, soft, gentle kisses so different from the hungry ones we’d shared just moments before. In a bit he moved beside me. I curled up to him, and he put his arm around my shoulders.

“I love you, Kathy,” he said.

“Casey,” I said.

“I know. But I remember you when you were fifteen, so bright, so full of big plans and hopes for the future. I remember one day you said that people who change the world are the only true successes. I think my heart cracked in two that night.” He laughed a little. “I’ve been in love with you ever since.”

“I remember you too. God, you were so confident. I would have given anything to have that confidence.”

Now he really laughed. “Oh, Casey, it was all an act. Nobody is as confident as I pretended to be. Plus, what did I have to be confident about? I hadn’t done anything worthwhile yet. Still haven’t.”

I snuggled a little closer. Mick smelled so good, a little like wood shavings. “Suing tobacco companies is a pretty big deal.”

“They deserved it. Plus, think of all the good we can do with the money now.”

“How do you mean?”

“Once we’re married,” he said drowsily, “we can fly all around the world, figuring out how to help people. I have all that cash just sitting around.”

I sat up and faced him. “Once we’re ma—”

“You know we’re going to get married. Lie back down.”

I did lie down, facing away from him this time. He was right. I guess I did know we were going to get married. “But Mick, I don’t know. I don’t really want to live a billionaire’s life.”

He scooted over next to me and put his big arm around me from behind. We fit together like two spoons, and I could feel his soft cock give a twitch when it contacted my ass. “We don’t have to live like billionaires. We can go back to that thatch-roofed hut you had in Ethiopia, where the bathroom is a hole in the ground. How’s that sound?”