Seducing My Stepbrother (The Forbidden Fun)

“Are you threatening me?” I’d growled.

But before Jim could say anything, Coach Hudson interrupted, slapping a big hand on my back.

“Hey, let’s calm down fellas. Mason doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to,” he said reasonably.

Unfortunately, that was a lie because I’d found myself in Speedos again, frolicking on some beach while proclaiming the benefits of Viagra to the camera. It sucked, and I could hardly even say my lines. Meanwhile, my agent cackled greedily.

“Old guys are going to pop this shit like candy after seeing you in those shorts,” he smirked. “Or better yet, their wives are going to buy it for them, dreaming of your prick as they sleep with their husbands.”

This is exactly what I was dreading. I didn’t give a fuck if the Viagra folks sold a million bottles of this shit. What I cared about was not looking like a laughingstock because I didn’t want to peddle pills with my business barely contained in a banana hammock.

But the damage was already done. The commercial had already been filmed and was ready to air. Fuck, but I was fucking screwed when people saw it. Fuck my life.

As a result, I’m an asshole all the time now. I’m angry at being forced to do things that I don’t want to do, and Janie is my only form of joy these days. I’d insisted that she live with me, and surprisingly, the handlers had agreed. My guess is they had no idea that we were sleeping together. Instead, I think they just believe that my new stepsister is an impoverished dance student, and that I’m helping family out by letting her stay with me.

“Relax, Mason,” she said softly, stroking my back after a particularly hot session in bed. “At least they’re paying you a lot.” That was true. Five million had already hit my bank account with a big thunk, courtesy of the Viagra folks.

“Yeah but I don’t want to be seen as the that dude, you know?” I rumbled angrily. “I don’t want to be associated with frail old guys who can’t get it up. It’s just not me.”

She’d tittered softly, adjusting herself to get more comfortable. Oh God, my stepsister was so creamy, so luscious, that I grew hard in her once again. I could tell she felt it because her eyes flew open, her pussy clenching down involuntarily.

But she tried to talk some sense in me regardless.

“Listen Mace, we’ll just tell them how you feel once the Olympics are over, okay?” she said. “We’ll reveal everything: us being together, and also the fact that you hate doing ads. We’ll put a stop to all that once you have your medals.”

I shot her a long look.

“I’ve already told them everything, but they don’t care.”

Janie shook her head.

“Yes, but it’ll be different once you have a gold medal. It will give you more power to bargain with.”

I sighed and shook my head.

“Honey, as long as these fuckers can make a buck off me, it’s not going to end,” I warned. “They’re leeches. So long as there’s money to be made, they won’t stop. And if I win? I think it’ll be even worse because they’ll want to show me off like a prize pony.”

“Oh Mason,” said Janie, her blue eyes soft. “It has to end sometime because you can’t go on like this. Trust me, something has to change.”

I just shook my head, my heart heavy.

“Hopefully,” I said in a morose tone. But then my expression brightened. “How’s dancing at the Donkey Club? Have you been getting a lot of tips?”

She looked thoughtful.

“It’s good,” she said quietly. “The money’s good too, and customers have been generous,” she murmured. God, she was beautiful, and I grew even harder, my dick twitching in her channel. I was getting ready for a second session but needed an answer before beginning again.

“Are you still doing the blue lights?” I asked, willing my body not to give me away. I had to have her, but so much depended on her response.

“I still dance, yeah,” Janie said, her smile sweet.

“Yes, but are you sleeping with other men?” I choked out. “The way you did with me?”

My gorgeous stepsister must have sensed that my panties were in a scrunch because she laughed lightly and bit my shoulder.

“Oh that,” she said with a wave of her hand. “No, I stopped that after we met,” she said. “You were my last, Mason.”

With that, a huge sense of relief rushed over me because I don’t know what I would have done if she’d said she was doing other guys. The dancing I can handle, but more than that? No. Janie belongs to me, and to me only.

So I held nothing back. With a swift movement of my hips, I pulled out in a slick slide and gently teased her with the tip of my shaft, drawing it up and down her moist slit, getting myself wet. But then, I pulled the head down all the way to nudge at her back hole.