Stepbrother's Gift

“Just tell me, then. If you tell me that it was really just some mistake and you don’t feel anything for me, I’ll leave right now.”

I swallowed, cursing myself for being so direct. I was practically forcing him to reject me.

Something inside of him broke. He crossed the distance between us in a heartbeat. Before I could say anything further he grabbed me, one hand turning my face up to his and the other seizing my hip. He pulled my trembling body tight against his.

But before he could swoop down and kiss me, I stood up on the balls of my feet, pressing my breasts against his chest and running my arms around him as I reached for his lips with mine.

It was too violent to call it a kiss.

He crushed his lips against mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth then tasting my lips before kissing along my jawline, hungry and wet. As he sucked in my earlobe he let out a ragged breath. My bo

dy was on fire for him, every sense suddenly inflamed. I felt too hot. I wanted to rip off all of my clothes.

He must have read my mind, because his hands slid from their positions to grip the hem of my sweater and pull it off over my head. He pulled it so quickly and without care that it almost tore. My fingers worked at his shirt buttons, but he knocked them away. He grabbed his collar and pulled until the shirt ripped open, the buttons skittering across the floor.

I could feel how excited he was, how he was losing control. I loved it. His hands seized me again, one sliding down my back and under my jeans and panties to cup my ass, the other up my chest to grope my breast through my bra. He squeezed with what felt like all his strength, and I whimpered my pain into his mouth as he kissed me again.

I reached between us and opened his jeans, desperate to feel him. I reached down into the folds of fabric and ran my hands along his hard cock. I curled a hand around him, fingers cupping his balls, and squeezed gently. He let out a low groan and broke the kiss.

His hands slid around to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them as I unzipped his. He pulled mine down roughly, panties and all, then spun me around. He ran his hands down my arms, grabbing my hands in his and placing them on the desk so that I was leaning down in front of him.

Without warning I felt the heat of his hard cock pressing between my thighs, his hand sliding around me as he stroked my wet pussy and guided himself to my entrance.

He leaned down into my ear. “I’ve been waiting to claim you for a long time,” he growled. A smile briefly crossed my lips as I realized he had no intention of using a condom.

I cried out as he pushed his hips forward, feeling every inch as it filled me, stretched me. I whimpered, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure shooting through my womb. I had never felt so wonderfully full.

He kissed the back of my neck, his hands running over my body and finding my breasts. He grabbed the cups of my bra and pulled them down roughly, tearing the fabric. I didn’t care, so long as he didn’t dare pull that hot hardness out of me. He grabbed my breasts in both hands and squeezed them, his fingers pulling on my hard nipples as he thrust himself up into me.

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by him, feeling small under his rough hands as my entire body shook from his assault. Whenever I was with another man, this was when I would imagine that it was him fucking me. Only this time it really was him fucking me. It was better than any fantasy. Another wave of pleasure washed over me. His thrusts came faster, harder. I moaned, making sounds that he didn't even know I had learned from girls that he had fucked. Only these were genuine.

He slid one of his hands down my belly. I wondered if he was imagining what it would be like to fill my body with his seed, to impregnate me and see my belly grow. His fingers moved on, touching me in the most sensitive of spots. “I want you to cum on my cock, Allie,” he said. His voice told me that this was a demand. That my orgasm wasn't for me. It was for him. “Come for me.”

He rubbed my hard little nub, his cock changing the angle of its thrust until it was hitting me in a place I had never been touched before. I let out a moan, grinding my ass into his thrusting hips involuntarily as the pleasure washed over me. I heard him let out his own groan of pleasure as he rolled his hips, working the sensitive flesh with the head of his cock, his fingers rolling my clit.

I flushed, fire everywhere, and cried out as I came, my entire body rigid as every muscle convulsed.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, driving his hips hard against my little ass, burying every inch inside of my convulsing pussy. He rubbed my clit harder until I came again, this time almost painfully, and kept himself inside of me, letting the walls of my pussy stroke him as they spasmed.

I felt him stiffen and a moment later felt the pressure of his climax, his cum spurting deep into me. I sighed with ecstasy as I felt my stepbrother's seed completely fill me. This was what I wanted more than anything.

He let out a ragged cry, his hands sliding up to my breasts again, squeezing them as he pulled me hard against his body, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe as he came and came into my sore pussy. It was the most amazing feeling, and I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to fill me forever; with his cock, with his seed, with his baby. I saw myself with Audrey’s big round belly, beautiful and adored. I wanted that. I wanted his baby.

I shuddered, every nerve raw and oversensitive to James’s hands as he caressed me all over. He cupped my breasts, ran his palms over my belly and down my hips to my thighs. I wondered if he just assumed I was on birth control, like most girls my age, or if he wanted me like this. Fertile and completely his.

Finally, he withdrew, his cock slowly pulling out of my exhausted body. I collapsed against his desk, hugging the expensive smelling wood. I heard him putting his clothes back on. I just laid there, breathing hard.

“Hey, Allie,” he said.

“Mmm hmm,” I said, still gripped by ecstasy.

“I just want to make sure. You are on the pill, right?”

My heart sank. I couldn't lie to him. He was my stepbrother. But maybe...

I straightened up and looked back over my shoulder. I guess he kept spare shirts in his office somewhere, because he was buttoning up a new one to replace the one he had torn apart earlier. I bit my lip and smiled coyly. “What do you think?” I asked, using my sweetest voice.

He smiled at me. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” I wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved. I didn't care. I felt his seed within me, warming my core, impregnating me as we spoke. It was what I wanted.