Stepbrother Beloved

I smiled. “I’ll get to that in a minute. You can open your eyes now, I need some help if we’re going to make this happen before it gets too cold.”

“Make what happen?”

“Thanksgiving dinner. Our own. You and me. No crazy parents allowed.”

And god, it was already worth it, seeing her brilliant smile. We carried the shopping bags down the trail and then off it, to a special little spot I had found on one of my rambles. It was a protected little bower, surrounded by cedar trees so it smelled fantastic. The sun was beaming down on it so our timing was perfect.

I spread out a tarp, then a fleece blanket, and set a few more fleeces nearby. Then we sat down and opened up the boxes of food.

“Holy shit,” said Maggie, biting into some still-warm smoked turkey.

“Oh yeah,” I laughed, digging a spoon into a carton of mashed potatoes that were almost as good as my mom’s. “That place on Aspen Street—they whipped this feast together in a half hour,” I told her.

“That place costs a freaking fortune,” she said.

I nodded. Was this the moment to tell her that my financial picture had changed? I decided to wait. “It was worth it,” I said. “And Margaret, listen. We’re adults now. There’s no law that says we have to suffer through yet another disaster of a holiday with those two. They’re so wrapped up in their own bullshit they probably won’t even miss us.”

“Tanner? I don’t give two craps if they do.”

“That’s my girl.”

The food was spectacular and I had gotten ten different dishes. We ate and ate and ate, and yet, for me anyway, I was still hungry. Hungry for my Maggie, my beautiful, funny, sexy woman.

I closed up the containers and put them back in the bags. Maggie was lying back on the blanket, her face in the sun, smiling with her eyes closed. I lay down next to her and put my hand on her cheek.

“You,” I murmured, stroking her rosy skin.

Her eyes flew open. “Don’t ruin it,” she said. “This has been so lovely. Please don’t do that hot/cold thing with me anymore. Really. Don’t.” She sat up and gave me the I mean it stare.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said.

“Oh, brother,” she said, rolling her eyes, all sarcastic. Our eyes met and and we started laughing. We howled with laughter out there in the woods, our arms going around each other, our connection tighter than ever.

“I want to be with you, Maggie,” I said, taking her face in my hands. “No more hot and cold.” It seemed like the tiny flecks of gold in her brown eyes glowed for a moment. I leaned my face close, then closer. Maggie opened her beautiful mouth, just a little, and I kissed her.

This time no holding back.

CHAPTER THREE

MAGGIE

TANNER’S LIPS were salty and tasted like…Tanner. All bacon and woodsmoke. His tongue was touching mine and then backing off, irresistibly. His arms tightened around me and it was unbelievable to be held like that, our mouths hungering for each other, with the sun on our faces and the freedom of being alone in the woods.

“Tanner,” I whispered, just to say his name.

“Mmm,” he said, lifting my hair and kissing my neck. “You smell so good.”

“I was just thinking that about you.” My hands ran down his chest, bumping over his abs, down to his lap. I wondered: if I touched his cock, was he going to pull away again? Really, I knew he wasn’t going to. I could tell by the way he held me, by the tone in his voice—that this time, it was for real. It was for keeps.

My Tanner.

He lay back on the blanket and pulled me on top of him. My hair draped in his face so I leaned on one elbow and pushed it to the side, leaning down to touch his lips again again, both of us smiling into the kiss, as our bodies start to move against each other, finding a rhythm. I felt something inside me get loose, and then let go all the way. My panties were wet and I felt a wave of so much pent-up lust—I mean, we’re talking years now, years of aching for this man—that it was all I could do not to rip those jeans off him and finally get a look at his cock. A taste of his gorgeous cock.

It was finally happening. Oh god, my stepbrother, my beloved, beloved stepbrother, was finally going to pop my cherry.

It felt so right that I wasn’t more than a tiny bit nervous. I didn’t want it to hurt, obviously, and I didn’t want to disappoint him, either. But those were just little grains of worry, minuscule in comparison to how blissed-out I was for Tanner to be kissing me, and to feel him hard and pushing himself into me. We loved each other so deeply, and nothing else mattered, not anymore.

He rolled over so we were lying side by side, and he started, slowly, to unbutton the buttons of my shirt. I started to tremble with excitement.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said, his voice a little raspy.

Tenderly he reached around and undid my bra and slid it off me. Tenderly he cupped my breasts, leaned in to kiss them, first one and then the other.

“You are so beautiful, Mags,” he whispered, and my eyes filled with tears. My nipples were hard and I arched my back, wanting him to lick them and suck them, and Tanner and me, we understood each other without words, and so that is exactly what he did.

A thunderbolt of sensation went jaggedly through my body, right down to my pussy. He swirled his tongue around one nipple while caressing the other breast and catching the other nipple between his fingers.

We both moaned, loud like animals, out in the woods with the November sun on us.

He lifted his mouth from my nipple with a *pop*, and then moved down my body, spreading kisses as he went, and undoing my skinny jeans. He took my panties in his teeth and growled, making me laugh. I was so wet, so ready, my passion for him making me wild.

“Fuck me Tanner,” I said, and then growled back. We smiled but the time for laughing was past. I pushed up my hips so he could slide my jeans off, and then he dipped a finger underneath my panties, slowly, so slowly, exploring my folds, and finding my clit.

Oh god.

I was on my back and Tanner was in control. He rubbed my clit until I swear it was about to start crying out his name. He was up on one elbow, kissing my face, then my breasts, then my belly, all while his fingers went inside me, rubbed that place past my vagina, and back to my clit. An intensity was building like I’d never felt before, but I didn’t want to come like this, not the first time.

“Wait,” I said, getting up on one elbow and pushing him on his back. I reached down and rubbed my palm on his erection, feeling its thick outline through his jeans, and then quickly I undid his jeans and he slid out of them and tossed them on top of the shopping bags.

I will tell you right now that Tanner’s hard-on poking out of the top of a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs was one of the wonders of the world. I bent down and gave the tip a quick lick

—the first time I’d ever done that. He wrenched off the briefs and I got on my knees, wanting to give his swollen cock my full attention.

Oh, it was so gorgeous. Almost purple on the head, with veins running down it, long and thick and hard because of me. It made me so happy, seeing the effect I had on him. I had no idea what I was doing but at the same time, my body was pushing me forward and I just went with it. I wrapped my hand around his cock and he groaned, closing his eyes. I leaned down and licked all round the head, around that ridge, tasting the salty droplet waiting on the top like a bit of icing.

Then I just went for it. I folded my lips over my teeth and took Tanner’s shaft into my mouth, sucking hard and then less hard, moving my head up and down, trying to get him as deep into my throat as I could.

“Oh god, Mags, that’s so good,” he moaned, and the sound of his excitement made a little spurt come out of me down below. He was pumping into my mouth and I loved being so close to his rising excitement, I could feel his cock thickening and the head swelling, and then he pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth.

“Wait—“ he breathed, sort of short of breath. “You’re…you’re sure you want to do this?” He rolled on top of me and I could feel his hard-on pressing on my clit and I moaned Ohhh. And said, “I’ve wanted this for years.”

And he said, “Same.”

I brought my legs up around him, squeezing tight, and he guided his cock up to my opening. I wanted him to thrust into me, to pierce me, to fuck me so hard.

“This might hurt a little,” he said gently. “Just tell me if you want me to back off.”

“Fuck me, Tanner!” I said, a little too loud.

First he probed just a little way in, and when I didn’t freeze up, he went further into my slippery wetness, and then all the way inside me.