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  Stepbrother Dirty

  by

  Tess Harper

  Copyright 2015 Tess Harper

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  Stepbrother Dirty

  Book Design by Tess Harper

  Cover Image Copyright 2015 GG Pro Photo - Fotolia.com,

  used under a Standard Attribution License.

  ***All characters are over 18 and fictional.***

  Let me start out by saying, I’m not a slut.

  I know what you’re thinking, a girl can’t do the kind of things I did and not be a big giant whore who spreads her legs for anyone that wants a taste, but you’re wrong. I’m actually a virgin.

  Sure, I’ve done things. I’ve given blowjobs and I even let a few of my boyfriends fuck me in the ass, but that stuff doesn’t count. Anal? Guys will stick their dick anywhere. And blowjobs? Well that’s just like a kiss, isn’t it?

  But that special place between my legs? That’s a sacred hole. That place, I’m saving for someone who really matters, someone I love.

  ***

  I came home for the summer after my first year at college. It had been a wild year. Sure there had been the usual classes and dorms, but what had really made an impression were the boys. I’d had a string of boyfriends over the past two semesters, and even though every one of them tried their best to get inside my pussy, I was still a virgin.

  I unlocked the front door of my house, calling out, “I’m home!”

  No answer.

  I noticed a note tacked to the fridge. Written in my stepbrother’s precise handwriting, it read – “Your mother and my dad are on a business trip for the week so we have the house to ourselves until next Thursday. I’ll be home at 6. Make sure you’re around. We need to have a discussion.”

  Puzzled, I brought my stuff in from my car and started the long process of unpacking.

  My stepbrother had always been a bit of a stick in the mud. His dad had married my Mom when we had both just started high school, and I’d definitely been the troublemaker out of the two of us as a teenager. I’d come home drunk from high school parties and screamed, “You’re such a loser!” whenever he tried to rein me in.

  As I grew older and grew up, our relationship changed. I grew to respect him and actually started listening to his advice.

  My wild child behavior aside, I hated the thought of upsetting him. My Mom would yell at me if I stepped too far out of line, but Tim would just give me this silent look of disappointed hurt that never failed to make me feel two feet tall.

  All the dirty things I did with my boyfriends just made me realize what a good guy he was. I couldn’t help being a bit angry that our parents had gotten hitched and made Tim eternally off limits. Tim looked GOOD. Tan skin, dark hair, and those muscles. . . Tim’s dad had turned the spare bedroom into a home gym, and he used it constantly.

  “Sitting at a desk all day long gives too many guys an excuse to get soft,” Tim had growled as he bench-pressed a huge stack of weights. I couldn’t fault him for wanting to avoid the freshman 15 and everything he was doing was definitely working. His abs were cut and his chest was perfectly sculpted. I stared at his bulging muscles while he lifted those heavy iron bars and I felt a rush of heat go through me, all centering between my legs.

  If only my Mom hadn’t married his Dad, I could be the one straddling his hips and we could see if Tim could bench press me.

  “Are you feeling okay?” he’d asked that day. “You look a little flushed.”

  I had been flushed that day, but the only sickness had been the sick realization that my stepbrother was the one making my panties slick and my nipples hard.

  I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. ‘There’s no way Tim could have figured out that I wanted him,’ I thought, trying to ignore the dampness in my panties from that brief tangent.

  The hours crawled by as I waited for Tim to come home. Unpacking hadn’t been nearly as much of a distraction as I expected, and thinking about the first day I realized that I wanted my stepbrother had woken up my arousal. Finally, I decided to give in.

  I opened my phone and flipped through my pictures to find a photo I’d snapped of Tim one day at the beach. Feeling more than a little ashamed of myself, but not enough to stop, I propped my phone up on the coffee table and slipped my hand under my skirt.

  Between my legs, my pink lips were wet and swollen from my dirty thoughts. I had started shaving ages ago, so no hair impeded my exploration. One finger dipped inside my pussy, feeling that barrier that still proclaimed my innocence while my thumb stroked my clit. I let out a low moan as the pleasure rolled over me, staring at the shirtless photo of my stepbrother the whole time.

  I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come. I’d been horny for most of the day, so savoring this masturbation session definitely wasn’t going to happen. The pressure built inside me as I rode my hand and my eyes slipped shut as I focused on the intense feelings of pleasure coming over me.

  “What do we have here?”

  I yelped in shock and my eyes flew open. “Tim,” I whispered, and my orgasm slammed into me. There was nothing I could do to hide it. My hand was under my skirt, and my entire body was shaking and shivering as the waves of bliss poured over me.

  Tim stood still in the doorway, an impassive look on his face as though it was perfectly normal to watch his stepsister give herself an orgasm. Despite myself, my eyes flicked downward, and I noticed that the crotch of his pants looked a bit. . .tight.

  Flushing bright red for more than one reason, I yanked my hand out from under my skirt and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

  ***

  I hid in that tiny room for almost twenty minutes. I washed my slippery juices from my fingers and stared into the mirror at myself, trying to figure out if I had imagined that bulge in his crotch or if seeing me like that really had made Tim hard.

  I couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever. I unlocked the door and walked slowly into the hallway. Cautiously, I peered into the living room to see my stepbrother sitting on the couch, in the exact spot I’d been just a few minutes ago.

  “Hi,” I said, weakly.

  “Hello Stacy.” Tim didn’t say another work for a long moment. He just stared at me. I shifted on my feet, uncomfortable with the scrutiny, before he finally spoke up. “I have something I want you to watch.”

  Tim grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. An instant later the sound of cheering filled the room.

  “How about you suck him off?”

  Oh no. It can’t be.

  I turned in horror to see myself on the TV screen, topless and very very drunk. I watched as I dropped down to my knees in the middle of the bar and wrapped my lips around the erection that was presented. The guys surrounding me in the bar were all yelling and asking whose turn it was next, and I just sucked harder, my head bobbing up and down on a stranger’s dick.

  I glanced at Tim and saw the DVD case he was holding. “Chicks Gone Crazy XXI – Cancun Edition” screamed the cover. My friends and I had wandered into a bar, already drunk, and found the film crew there. They were more than happy to feed us even more shots, and I was more than happy to perform for a free t-shirt and some cheers. I never thought someone I knew would see the videos, let alone Tim.

  The cheers grew louder, and I looked back at the screen to see the guy push me off his dick as he came, spraying my bare breasts and face with his come.

  “I’m sorry, Tim,” I stammered.

  “There’s more,” he said. “We’re going to watch it all.”

  Resigned, I sat down on the couch next to Tim and stared at the screen, knowing what was coming next.

  I followed a different guy into the back room of the bar, the cameraman trailing us both. �
��How about you take off that little skirt?” he said, his erection already stretching the front of his khaki cargo shorts.

  “Okay,” I said, pushing the tiny miniskirt I wore down my hips, leaving myself naked.

  “No panties. I like it. I like a shaved bush too.” The guy reached between my legs but I dodged him and turned around, presenting my round ass.

  “You can’t fuck my pussy, but you can fuck my ass.”

  The frat guy whose name I never bothered to learn definitely didn’t care which hole his dick was going into as long as he got to fuck something. I watched as he rolled a thankfully lubricated condom onto his dick and pressed it against the tight pink rose of my ass before squeezing inside.

  There was no sound on the screen for a few minutes beyond the slap of skin on skin as I got fucked. My hand was busy between my legs, my clumsy fingers rubbing at my clit, not remembering or caring about the cameras anymore. The guy grunted and slammed into me as he came before pulling out.

  The cameraman stayed focused on me as I finished myself off, my fingers flying across my slippery pussy. I shrieked in pleasure when I came, and the scene ended.

  I was afraid to look at Tim. My face was flushed and my pussy was wet and aching again, despite having just come a few minutes ago. I didn’t regret the night. It had been a fun, dirty night in a wild city, and I was an adult. That still didn’t mean that I wanted Tim to see me that way unless he was willing to do something about it.

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

  “Do you?” I replied. “You’re the one watching Girls Gone Crazy.”

  “I’m an adult,” he snapped.

  “And so am I!”

  Finally, I dared to look at him, and I saw that Tim’s face was flushed. Deciding that this was the only chance to get what I really wanted, I did the most reckless and insane thing I’ve ever done.

  I put my hand in his lap and wrapped my fingers around what I found there.

  Rock hard. His dick was absolutely rock hard and straining against his zipper, all because of me. Afraid that to break the spell, I kept silent as I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the slit in his boxers.

  Tim’s cock was huge. Easily nine inches, it dwarfed my small hand, and I couldn’t even imagine how I’d fit it into my mouth. Nothing was going to stop me from trying though.

  I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around the head, feeling the soft skin of my mouth stretching around his girth as I took him in, inch by inch. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and I fought down my gag reflex, trying to keep from choking on the thick meat filling me.

  My pussy was begging for attention, and I pushed my fingers inside my underwear, running my slender fingers along the slick flesh.

  Tim’s hand tangled in my hair, pushing me down even further on his cock. Tears flooded my eyes as I choked on his dick, but that just made me suck harder. I pushed one of my fingers inside myself and felt the tightness of my inner walls. One way or another, I was going to feel my stepbrother’s cock inside me. I’d saved my virginity all these years, protecting that little pink hole against so much temptation.

  I didn’t realize until that very moment that I’d been saving it for Tim.

  Tim’s hand tightened in my hair, and he let out a loud cry as he flooded my mouth with his salty come. I had always hated it when my boyfriends came in my mouth. The taste always grossed me out, and, degrading or not, I’d rather have a boy come all over my face or my tits than inside my mouth.

  With Tim, it was different. I greedily kept sucking, swallowing every drop of the creamy fluid and relishing the taste. I hadn’t come yet, but knowing that I had made Tim come had me quivering right on the edge.

  Tim hissed as I sucked too hard on his over-sensitized cock, and I lifted my head, letting his softening flesh slip out of my lips. Without bothering to tuck his cock away, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me, pushing up my skirt to reveal my pink panties.

  With Tim kneeling in between my spread legs, there was no hiding my arousal. My juices had formed a wet spot on the crotch of my panties and Tim pressed his lips to the damp fabric and inhaled deeply.

  “I could still smell your pussy after you ran out of here,” he said, tugging the small scrap of fabric over my hips and tossing it aside. “It made me so hard, Stacy. Then watching you on that video. . . No one else is ever going to stick their dick in your mouth. Or your ass. Or your pussy.”

  “No one has ever stuck their dick in my pussy.”

  Tim froze. “You’re a virgin?” he asked, his eyes never leaving the slick pink lips in front of his face.

  “I always wanted to save my pussy for someone I loved. And I did.”

  Tim looked up at me and smiled. “A virgin,” he repeated in wonderment. “Now I know you said you’ve never had a dick in your pussy, but have any of those boys you’ve played around with at least eaten your pussy?”

  I shook my head. I’d always wanted to know what it felt like, but the boys I hooked up with had always been more interested in getting themselves off then spending time pleasuring me.

  Tim’s smile turned wolfish and he said, “You’re in for a treat then. Any man who doesn't know how to lick pussy isn’t worth your time.” Then he dove right in.

  Tim’s tongue was everywhere. It circled my outer lips, tracing the delicate pink skin before spreading them apart like the petals of a flower. He lapped eagerly at the dew that flowed from my core. Tim’s tongue ignored my clit for the moment. Instead the tip of his tongue probed my entrance, before pushing inside and breaching that passage that no man had entered.

  His tongue flicked in and out of my opening, fucking me with slow and steady strokes. My fingers dug into the couch cushions and I whimpered, my hips arching upward to try to pull him deeper into me. My stepbrother lifted his head, withdrawing his tongue from my body and finally touching my clit.

  I let out a wail in pleasure at that first touch. Tim pressed the flat of his tongue against that aching little button, and one thick finger filled the empty space in my pussy. I felt Tim’s long fingers reach my barrier, and he chuckled, his lips vibrating against my pussy.

  “I didn’t quite believe it,” he murmured before returned to his task.

  I was tight. Very tight. Despite my regular self-pleasuring, I knew Tim’s cock was going to hurt the first time, but I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to still feel his dick inside me the next day.

  Tim’s tongue combined with that finger pumping inside of me pushed me over the edge. I screamed, “TIM!” as my orgasm rocked me. My thighs clamped together, holding Tim’s face against my pussy as I rode out the aftershocks.

  When I finally relaxed, I slumped back against the couch, exhausted from the overflow of pleasure. Tim pulled me into a rough kiss, and I could taste myself on his tongue, tangy and sweet.

  He got to his feet, and I was surprised to see that he was already erect again, his cock standing up proudly against his stomach.

  “It’s all that working out,” Tim said wryly. “It keeps me strong. My dick just can’t wait to be inside of you, Stacy. I think you’ve been a virgin for long enough.” He took my hand and lead me out of the living room and up the stairs, into his bedroom.

  “It seems only right that we do this in a bed,” Tim said. I couldn’t help staring at each inch of bronzed skin that was revealed as he stripped off his clothes. He pushed his pants down his muscular thighs and kicked them away before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. When he stood, naked and rock hard before me, I couldn’t rip my own clothes off fast enough.

  “Let me look at you,” Tim said, raking his eyes across my bare skin. He crawled into bed beside me, one large hand cupping one of my breasts. The nipple immediately pebbled at his touch. I moaned as he pinched the hard flesh.

  “Yessss,” I hissed, pressing his other hand against my breast. Tim kneaded my ample tits, squeezing the sensitive globes while his thumbs rubbed my nipples into bullet hardness.

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nbsp; “I don’t want to wait any longer, Tim,” I moaned. “I want your cock inside me!” I paused before adding, “I have condoms in my bag.”

  “We’re not using those,” Tim said, pulling me onto his lap. “You’re a virgin. Why would I want to wear a condom with a virgin?”

  I flushed hotly. “What if I get pregnant?”

  Tim shrugged. “So what if you do? I wouldn’t mind watching your tits and your belly swell. If it does happen, we’ll figure it out, but I’m going to feel the inside of your pussy without anything in between us. And I’m going to fill you up with my come.”

  Tim groaned as he felt the warm wetness of my pussy brush against the head of his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked, giving me one last chance to back out.