Of course I wasn't breathing--not when he touches me like that! My sex clenched with an aching, burning desire. ‘He is only doing his job, Sarah,’ I reprimanded myself, ‘besides, he is you damn stepbrother! It would be so…wrong.’ Goosebumps formed on my stomach and legs as I tried hard not to let my mind wander to the naughty, depraved thoughts leaking into my consciousness.
At the end of class, immediately after we completed Savasana and three Oms, Brian approached me and crouched down next to my mat. “I'm really impressed with you, Sarah. You did a great job today. Thanks for finally coming to one of my classes.”
“Yeah, of course, Brian. I had fun, thanks. I’m sure it helps that I am naturally flexible,” I said, trying to deflect his compliment as I felt my cheeks burn red hot.
“Great, glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking during class…I'm supposed to be taking an acro-yoga/thai massage course with my co-worker Nicole this weekend. But she broke her ankle skiing last week and now I'm out a partner. I was hoping maybe you'd like to take her place. It’s going to be an awesome course. I think you might really enjoy it.”
I felt a sweet clenching between my thighs, and before I had time to think the words came out of my mouth agreeing to be his partner. "Ah, sure, that sounds cool. I'd like that."
“Okay, awesome,” Brian smiled and threw his arm over my shoulder. "I’ll see you Sunday at four then.”
****
The entire way home after yoga I couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about Brian. Sure, it was totally forbidden to have sexual fantasies about my step, but that just made them all the hotter. I slid my fingers down my tight yoga pants and spread my thighs as my foot pressed harder on the accelerator. ‘Would you like that, Brian? Would you like to fuck your tight little step?’ I asked aloud to the empty car, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the car and my fingers began to pick up the pace.
I dipped my middle finger deep inside of my wetness as I watched the speedometer slowly climb: 50, 60, 70, 80. My fingers slammed in and out of my little hole, each second that passed my body gained momentum. I had to cum--90…95, just a little faster, my fingers were wild now, and I threw my head back as I let out a moan, ‘Oh god yes, fuck my tight little pussy, big brother!’ My entire body let loose as the car hit 100. I convulsed hard, steadying my gaze on the road ahead as I shivered and shook with pleasure. ‘Well that was…fast,’ I giggled aloud.
I pulled up to the house and adjusted my clothing before entering. Our parents were in the living room watching a movie; they barely acknowledged me.
“How was it?” Brian’s mother, Annie, asked, her eyes never leaving the television.
“It was really good. Brian and I are going to do another class on Sunday,” I replied casually.
“Oh great. Glad you two are getting along,” she said absent-mindedly as she turned up the volume on the television.
I walked upstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon looking up yoga poses. One way or another I didn’t want to embarrass myself if I had to take a class with him next weekend. And deep down maybe I even wanted to impress him a little.
The next two days came and went like a whirlwind, which was fortunate because I was struggling to even look at him without blushing. Somehow just being around him made me feel vulnerable, like he would be able to read my mind and all the private fantasies I had been having about him.
On Saturday morning my good friend Lindsey, whom I hadn't talked to since we both parted for college, phoned and invited me to go out later that night. I agreed enthusiastically, grateful for the call. I needed a distraction anyway because I was starting to feel nervous about spending tomorrow with Brian. I showered and shaved and got myself ready for the evening.
At 6pm Lindsey stopped by my place to pick me up. Brian caught me just as I was walking out the door.
“Hey Sarah, don’t forget about tomorrow. I need a sober and energetic partner.” He eyed me suspiciously, “Where are you off to, anyhow?”
“Lindsey's here to pick me up. We're going out with a few of her friends. You can join us if you'd like. We'll wait a couple of minutes for you to get ready." Inviting Brian wasn't exactly in my plans for the night, but I didn't want to seem rude.
“That would be great. I could use a night out. It’s so much different now that we’re in college. Coming home for the summer is like going back in time, only with less to do.”
The horny, pint-sized devil on my shoulder did a little flip, eager to spend the night with Brian.
But at that moment Brian’s phone buzzed. “Damn. Nicole needs me to cover some of her classes next week. I'm going to have to call her right now. I'm sorry, I guess I'm going to have to pass after all. Enjoy your night, Sarah. Call me if you need a ride home.”
My little shoulder devil stomped her feet and pouted with disappointment as Brian left me to call Nicole.
****
“So what's new in your life, Sarah? It's so great to finally be able to catch up with you,” Lindsey asked with warm sincerity. "It's been a while."
Lindsey and I had always been close, and I had always been comfortable telling her everything, right down to the last, dirty details. Even though I hadn’t seen her in almost a year it was easy to spill my guts to her about Brian.
“Oh my god? You’re still crushing on Brian?! I hate to say it, but I think you might actually be in love with him.” Lindsey laughed and went on, “Why can’t I have a hot single step brother?”
“It’s not as wonderful as it seems, Lindsey. You try living with the one guy you want the most, the one guy you can never have.”
“Oh come on! You guys barely know each other. It isn’t like you grew up taking baths together, right?” she winked at me teasingly.
“No, most seventeen-year-olds don’t bathe with their fourteen-year-old sisters,” I sighed with disappointment.
“But maybe,” she raised her brows with excitement, “a twenty-three-year-old would bathe with his twenty-year-old step sister.”
We both laughed and went on talking about all of the other things that had happened in the last year. I would like to say that the night distracted me from thoughts of Brian, but honestly, it only drew him further into my mind. Lindsey was right: Brian was only my step brother. We hadn’t spent more than six months under the same roof. What was wrong with a grown woman having feelings for a grown man?
By the time the night was coming to an end I had had enough to drink to know that I shouldn’t get behind the wheel. Lindsey lived close enough to the bar to walk home, and though I could have probably driven her car safely home, I thought the better of it and decided to call Brian. I pulled my cell from my purse and dialed his number.
“Hello?” he answered, his voice gravelly and rough.
“Shit, were you asleep?”
“No, just relaxing I think. Well, maybe I fell asleep. Let me guess: you want me to pick you up?”
“Well, I could probably make it home fine, but yeah, I don’t want to risk it.”
“Glad you called, sis. I’m walking out the door now. Hang up and text me the address.”
After a few more minutes of chatting with Sarah and her friends, I said my 'goodbyes' and walked outside. Taking a seat on the curb I waited for Brian. My fingers traced along the inside of my thigh in exactly the place that he had touched two days earlier. Maybe I just needed to get laid. Maybe then I wouldn’t be daydreaming about him constantly. I ran my fingers a little higher, pressing into my pearl and discreetly working myself up through my panties. I glanced around casually, and gradually started working harder and harder circles.