It’s been a secret crush for as long as I can remember. My stepbrother Jack – tall, muscular, with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous grin that makes my heart flutter. We’re not related by blood but his presence has always made my body react in ways I don’t fully understand.
I remember him walking around the house shirtless in the summer, his toned abs and broad chest covered in a sheen of sweat from mowing the lawn. I’d sneak glances when he wasn’t looking, my cheeks flushing, pulse quickening. Fantasies of him pinning me against the wall, his lips on mine, his hands roaming my curves. I’d touch myself at night imagining it was him.
Mom and Dad are away for the week. Jack and I are alone in the house. Last night I heard his door creak open around 2am. Peeking out, I saw him heading downstairs in just his boxers, his bulge barely concealed. I threw on a silk robe and followed him.
Staying in the shadows, I watched him pour a glass of water at the kitchen sink, the dim light illuminating his perfect physique. When he turned around, he froze seeing me there.
“Ava. What are you doing up?”
I couldn’t speak, my mouth dry. He looked me up and down, eyes darkening as he took in my skimpy robe that left little to the imagination. Slowly, he set his glass down and started towards me.
Before I could react, he had me pressed against the fridge, his knee sliding between my legs. “You want this, don’t you,” he growled. “Been watching me. Want me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He captured my mouth in a bruising kiss as his hands slid under my robe and squeezed my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch. He ripped the thin fabric away and his fingers found my aching nipples.
He lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth as his other hand slid between my thighs. “So wet,” he groaned, shoving two fingers inside me. “Gonna fuck this tight little pussy so good.”
He lifted me easily and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to his bedroom. Clothes were frantically shed as we kissed messily. He pushed me on the bed and crawled over me, hard and heavy.
“This is wrong,” I panted even as I spread my legs for him. “We can’t…”
“Shh. I know,” he whispered, nudging my entrance. “But I need you. Need to be inside you.”
With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. I cried out at the stretch, hands scrabbling at his back. He pounded into me mercilessly and all thoughts fled. Nothing existed but where we were joined.
“Take my cock,” he grunted. “Take it all like a good girl.”
I surrendered to the forbidden pleasure, my cries muffled against his shoulder as his rhythm grew erratic. He hilted deep and I felt him throb, spurting hot and deep.
After, he collapsed on top of me, sweaty and spent. I pushed at his chest and he rolled to the side, pulling out.
“Sneak a peak today?” His voice held amusement and accusation. “Been a while since I’ve seen you in shorts. Practically wore them those few times you did.”
My face burned. He’d noticed after all. “Shut up.”
“No really, I liked the view. Wanted to bend you over the couch and plow you.”
I hit his arm. “It’s wrong. We can’t do this again.”
“Okay, fine,” he sighed. “We’ll stop. But it was nice while it lasted.”
I thought of the last week, my body still thrumming. “Maybe we can have just one more…”
He grinned wickedly as he pulled me under him. “Maybe we can have more than that once Mom and Dad are back too. I’m in college – I’m not going anywhere. This is just the beginning, sis.”
