“Remember,” I tell my stepbrother as soon as he appears in the doorway, “this is a one-time thing.”
Zac dumbly nods while staring at me. I’m stretched out on my unmade bed, wearing only an oversized T-shirt and white cotton panties. He’s fresh from the shower and sporting a noticeable bulge in his boxer briefs.
Propped up on an elbow, I do my best to appear slightly bored. No sense in letting him know how much I’ve been looking forward to this.
“We’re doing this to get it out of our systems,” I continue. “Then we’re never doing it again. We won’t even talk about it.” I give him a cutesy smile. “Because my dad would be furious if he knew you fucked his daughter.”
Zac rolls his eyes. “Mom wouldn’t be thrilled, either.”
“So we’re in agreement.” Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I thrust my tits forward so they strain against the shirt’s thin fabric. The movement distracts Zac, and I snap my fingers to get his attention again. “No asking me for sex after this. Understood?”
“Understood, Melody.” His expression is appropriately serious for several seconds before he grins and says, “You look really hot, by the way.”
My stepbrother is a total himbo. But he’s also totally gorgeous. With his warm brown eyes and wavy blond hair, and with that seductive smile, he could charm the pants off of practically any woman. Though he’s (halfheartedly) pursuing a degree in Marketing, his main passion is fitness, and he has the body to show for it. Lean, tan, and sculpted, he’s criminally attractive.
At twenty-one, he’s a year older than me, yet I’ve called the shots since his mom married my dad last summer. The wedding reception hadn’t even ended when my new stepbrother gave my ass a furtive squeeze. I burst out laughing, more from shock than anything else. I still remember his wounded look.
Most guys don’t take humiliation well, but Zac followed me around like an eager puppy until we headed back to college. His school was eight hundred miles from mine, so seeing each other was out of the question.
During the fall semester of my sophomore year, I started to look forward to his texts. Even the stupid ones. And I realized I actually missed that himbo.
We spent a few days together at Thanksgiving, but a houseful of relatives prevented us from doing anything forbidden. He was at his dad’s for the entire winter break, much to my disappointment. For spring break, he was at—where else?—the beach.
Now that summer’s rolled back around, he and I will be under the same roof for an extended period. After months of him starring in my nastiest masturbation fantasies, I’m out of my mind with horniness. Every time we’re in the same room, I have to fight the urge to grind against his cock.
So last night, once our parents had gone to bed, I caught Zac coming out of the bathroom. Looping an arm around his neck, I drew him close and whispered, “We should fuck. Tomorrow morning, when we have the house to ourselves.”
Then I sauntered down the hall, knowing my stepbrother’s stare was fixed on my ass.
As he now takes several steps into my room, I teasingly lift my shirt to reveal my panties. “You think I’m hot, huh?”
“Very.”
I find his attraction toward me surprising, to say the least. I’ve stalked his social media accounts enough to know I look nothing like the girls he’s dated in the past. My body is softer, curvier, and because I avoid the sun like a vampire, my skin is pale. I dye my hair a darker shade than its natural mousy brown color, and I refuse to give up my glasses for contacts.
Sometimes I wonder if his desire is so intense simply because I’m supposed to be off limits. That suspicion bothers me more than it should, and I have to remind myself his motives aren’t important. What’s important is that he fucks me so I can move on from my mini-obsession.
He draws closer to my bed. The bulge in his underwear is even more prominent. I giggle while raising my shirt higher. When I finally draw the hem over my breasts, Zac lets out a moan.
“Are these sexy?” I might not be the svelte arm candy he normally runs around with, but I’ve been told my tits are incredible. They’re full, with the firmness of youth. Looking down at them now, I find that my large pink nipples are stiff.
“God, yes!” Zac’s hand strays to his crotch. “Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
They say guys think with their dicks. Right now, I’m thinking with my pussy, which is already drooling for my stepbrother’s cock.
“I’ve showed you mine, now show me yours,” I tell him.
Of course, he’s not at all shy about lowering his briefs and then stepping out of them. When he straightens back up, a hungry little whimper escapes my lips. Quickly, I sit up on the bed and lean forward.
His cock is… perfect. Fully hard, it’s probably around seven inches long, with a nice, satisfying girth. If I were shopping for a dildo, I’d want one shaped just like his dick. Lucky for me, I’ll soon get to experience the real thing.
Zac grins. “Like what you see?” he asks, hands on his hips.
I might be salivating over his erection, but I have too much pride to flatter his ego. “You shave everything?” My question sounds like an accusation.
He furrows his brow, his confidence slipping just a bit. “Uh, yeah. Girls seem to prefer it that way. Makes it easier to give head.”
“I still have some hair.” Though my outer labia are shaved smooth, I keep my mound covered in dark, neatly trimmed curls.
“That’s okay,” Zac tells me. “I mean, I’m totally fine with some hair.”
I reward him with a smile. “Then come here.”
He’s at my side in an instant, already reaching for me. In his loose embrace, I’m able to pull my shirt over my head. The moment I’m free of it, Zac swoops in for a kiss.
I moan when our lips meet. The feel of his tongue caressing mine serves to obliterate my pride. I’m pathetically eager in dragging him down onto the bed with me. After positioning him on his back, I scramble out of my panties. Though my frenzied movements aren’t exactly alluring, I’m too horny to care.
As Zac’s gaze roams over my body, his cock gives a fierce twitch. Witnessing that involuntary reaction makes me grin.
“I’m guessing you like what you see?” I tease.
“So much!” He fondles his cockhead while shamelessly ogling my tits.
I move to straddle him. With my legs spread, I feel the room’s cool air waft against my pussy. Zac dares to snake his fingers between my thighs.
“Fuck, I love how wet you are!” He’s surprisingly gentle in exploring my pussy, yet his grin turns devilish once he homes in on my clit.
It’s humiliating, the way that illicit touch makes me squeal. Debasing myself further, I rock my hips to work my cunt against his hand.
It’s his look of triumph that feeds my determination to wrench back control. Well aware that he just showered, I take a perverse pleasure in sliding my pussy along his right thigh. Before I’m done with him this morning, he’ll be covered in my scent.
Zac gasps when I give his dick a few languid strokes. With my other hand, I cup his balls. They already feel tight.
“You’re torturing me here!” he chokes out.
And just like that, I’m calling the shots again. I keep up the torment, drawing my slick folds along the underside of his erection.
“Melody, please!” Zac watches, slack-jawed, as I coat his skin with my juices. He adds to the mixture by producing an ample amount of precum.
“Since you asked nicely…” I continue my journey upward, pausing along the way to rub my pussy on his belly and chest. When I’m just inches from his mouth, he parts his lips and extends his tongue.
I groan while settling onto his face. My stepbrother must have been telling the truth about not minding some pubic hair, because he’s wildly enthusiastic about licking and sucking every part of me he can reach.
“That’s so good!” I play with my nipples and undulate my hips. Beneath me, Zac moans as his tongue targets my clit yet again.
I’m so worked up that it takes less than a minute for me to orgasm. The contractions prompt me to bear down on his face, with my thighs shaking on either side of him. Fearing I’ve grown too rough, I try to lift myself up, but Zac grabs my ass and holds me firm.
He pushes me into shivering aftershocks, and all at once, my swollen nub becomes too sensitive. Though I try to squirm away, Zac’s strong grip prevents me from sliding off of him. I’m forced to writhe and scream as his tongue continues its punishment.
Once he finally releases me, I scoot downward, closer to his cock. My tits heave while I struggle to catch my breath. Zac’s face is wet, his hair mussed. He flashes one of those victorious grins that both aggravate and arouse me.
Leaning forward, I position myself so my nipples are dangling just above his mouth. The moment I graze his lips with one of those hard peaks, he latches on and begins to noisily suckle. I can tell how turned on he is by the way his hips buck under my weight.
Seeing as how my nipples are almost as sensitive as my clit, Zac’s attention has me desperate to fuck. When my right tit slips free of his mouth, he moves to suck on the other.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long!” he reveals.
I always believed nipple orgasms were a myth, but Zac is forcing me to have second thoughts about that. Reluctantly, I sit up. I employ my best acting skills (which admittedly aren’t very good) to appear regretful.
“It’s really wrong, what we’re doing.” As I speak, I trace lazy circles on his chest.
Zac blinks up at me. “What? Why?”
Biting my lip, I offer a shrug. “We’re sneaking around behind our parents’ backs. They’d be so disappointed if they knew.” I lock eyes with my stepbrother before adding, “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“Melody, please don’t say that! Not now, not when I’m…” A growl issues past his clenched teeth. “So goddamn hard!”
His stricken face makes me burst into giggles. “Just needed to make sure you still want to fuck,” I tell him through my laughter.
“Oh, you’re evil!”
I’m astonished at his ability to effortlessly flip me onto my back and pin me down. It happens so quickly that the movement leaves my head spinning.
Grasping my wrists, Zac smiles down at me and says, “I’ll show you just how ready I am to fuck.”
I find I like him restraining me. Being in control all the time is overrated, I decide.
I let out a whine when he settles between my legs. Reaching down, he takes hold of his dick and slides the head along my pussy lips. Neither of us mentions a condom.
Zac brings the tip to my entrance. His eyes search mine, and I nod.
My stepbrother pushes that bulbous head into me. Another groan emerges from my throat as my flesh yields. And then, oh God, I feel the slide of his shaft, deeper inside until he’s buried in my pussy!
Zac’s features are rigid with tension, leading me to wonder if he’s already close. With a hand planted on either side of me, he holds himself aloft and starts pumping his hips. The rhythm makes my tits jiggle, which only encourages him to go faster.
“Yes, yes, Zac! Oh my God!” I cry out before my words lose all coherence.
Zac grunts; he’s almost panting now. “You’re so bad,” he tells me in a strained voice, “taking your stepbrother’s dick like this!”
Jesus, his cock is stimulating places inside me no one else could ever reach! My eyes roll and I cling to his arms, as if trying to anchor myself. Part of me wanted this to be a disappointing fuck so I wouldn’t be tempted to do it again, but Zac is the best I’ve ever had.
“I’m gonna…” A shudder steals my breath and leaves me temporarily mute.
“So close already?” he taunts. “You really are a dirty girl!”
He circles his hips and then gives another powerful thrust.
“Holy shit!” I yelp.
Only when my muscles seize and my cunt squeezes all around Zac’s dick does his pace falter. His grunts sound pained as my orgasm stretches on. So many contractions wrench through me that I end up losing count.
Eventually, they subside, and Zac starts fucking me at a pace bordering on brutal. My tits swing wildly about. Almost immediately, my thighs quiver.
The entire bedframe quakes as my stepbrother makes a point to own my pussy. Between heavy breaths, he presses his mouth to mine. On the verge of another climax, I deliver a bite to his lower lip. My nails rake over his skin. Though he hisses at the pain, it spurs him on.
“Gimme your cum!” I beg. “Fill my pussy!”
He lets out a helpless whimper upon hearing those words. His thrusts grow shallower, like he’s tempted to pull out.
Instead, Zac roars and drives himself inside me balls deep. I feel his cock pulse while he bathes my raw cunt with semen. The sensation sends me over the edge; my muscles clench in an effort to milk him dry.
Once he’s finished, his kiss is unexpectedly tender. My embrace ensures he doesn’t immediately withdraw.
“Did I live up to all your taboo fantasies?” I ask.
“You totally surpassed them!” Zac’s lips travel to my neck. “It’s gonna be really hard to keep this a one-time thing.”
The following silence hangs in the air, heavy as the smell of sex. While grazing his back with my fingertips, I consider what he said.
I don’t give myself a chance to worry I’m making a mistake. I don’t allow myself to weigh potential regrets.
I merely whisper, “Maybe we can make it an occasional thing.”
