“Oh Brian, I want your hard cock so badly. If only you knew just what I wanted to do to you,” I whispered as my pearl began to pulse with every stroke.
It would be good for me to cum before he got here, because with the amount of alcohol in my system I wasn’t sure I had the willpower not to jump his bones.
“Oh, yeah. Yes, oh fuck,” I groaned quietly, coming closer, so close that I could feel my body beginning to tighten.
Just then his Audi came around the corner and flooded the street in light, making me jump guiltily. I was nearly positive that even had he had time to see me he wouldn’t have been able to tell what I had been up to. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but avert my eyes in a deep blush as he pulled up and rolled down the window.
“Hey,” he called as he jumped out and opened my door.
I crawled inside, enjoying the smell of the leather mixed with Brian’s scent. The satellite radio was playing Ben Howard, and I sat down to find the seat toasty warm.
“Mmm,” I purred, “that is nice.”
“Tell me about it. Seat warmers are wonderful,” he agreed as he closed my door and walked back around to his side.
He drove quickly into the night. I bit my tongue, trying to keep ahold of myself. I could feel the place between my thighs wet with desire. ‘Damn him for showing up so quickly,’ I thought, wishing I would have just had time to cum.
Brian rested his forearm next to mine on the center console. It wasn’t like he put his arm around my waist or anything, but my body was responding to his touch all the same. I just wanted to feel him, I so desperately wanted to give him a hint as to the way I was feeling. I slowly lifted my index finger, extending it into the darkness between us, and ever so slightly let my nail stroke his tanned, muscular skin. Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he lifted his hand and gripped the steering wheel.
“I…sorry,” I whispered, feeling small and pathetic beside him now.
Although he said nothing, his breathing had changed and I knew I had crossed a line with him. I felt my chest constrict with embarrassment and disappointment. It wasn’t so much that he had denied me--it was the feeling of being exposed. What sort of a freak tries to hook up with her step anyhow?
Brian pulled up into the driveway and shut the car off, sitting silently for a moment and staring straight ahead. I cringed, waiting for him to say something. Instead he got out and came around the car to open my door.
We started walking up the steps together. Upon reaching the landing he suddenly stopped and turned in my direction. His eyes drilled into mine.
“Sarah, can I ask you something?” His breath was hot and it smelled of liquor.
“Have you been drinking, Brian?” I asked, a bit irked that he hadn’t been honest when I first called him; I would have found another way home had I known he had been drinking.
“Not enough,” he said flatly, looking away.
The odd tone of his voice caught my attention. “What’s up?”
“It’s just…” he shifted uncomfortably. “Ever since you came home…” It was clear he was struggling to find his words.
I took a deep breath, fear and anticipation building within me.
He traced a finger down my bare shoulder. His eyes once again locked onto mine.
“I can’t stop…” he said in a low, deep growl.
Brian slowly leaned in, each millimeter seeming to last a lifetime as I stared back into his dark brown eyes. His lips pressed softly against mine, and we both lost all self-control. I wrapped my arms around his back and he wrapped his around my waist. With a strong grip he lifted and pressed me back hard against the wall, his entire body pressing into me as he spread my thighs around his waist.
His lips met with my neck, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body as his hips thrust into my own. I could feel his cock growing hard against me, as I desperately flexed my sex against his.
Brian’s hand slid around my thigh and beneath my panties. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned.
Before either of us could get control over our lust Brian had already pulled his cock out of his jeans, and he held the rock hard tip to my wetness. His lips met with mine in a passionate, desperate kiss. With one swift motion Brian was inside of me, making my body scream with pleasure and pain. It felt like he was tearing me in two, his cock larger than I had ever anticipated.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my head falling back against the side of the house as the pleasure filled me.
I steadied myself with my hands against the brick of the house and met his hips as he pumped hard against me. I couldn’t believe it was happening, he was fucking me hard and fast and frantically. Our bodies were locked in a needful frenzy as we released years of pent up frustrations.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I gasped, feeling my body starting to lose all control.
My fingers curled hard against the brick as my body started to convulse. Brian pushed my knees wide apart making me whimper.
“Ding-Dong.” I heard the doorbell ring as my knee made contact with the little button.
“Shit,” Brian groaned, fucking me harder, each second threatening to expose us.
My body convulsed hard, and I felt him tense as his own cock pulsed heavy and hard. “Uhhhhh,” he gasped wildly, his lips meeting with mine in a final kiss just as we heard the deadbolt of the door slide open.
“Fuck,” he said pulling back and zipping himself up as I adjusted my skirt, only a millisecond before the door opened wide.
“Kind of late to forget your key,” mom grumbled as she held the door open for us.
“Sorry mom,” Brian choked out in a strained, gruff voice. “Won’t happen again.”
I followed Brian in, trying to stifle my heavy breathing and the glow of post-coital bliss that had washed over me. It was a damn good thing it was late because I was sure that if it was any brighter out she would have suspected something happened between us.
“Night mom,” Brian said quietly as he disappeared down the hallway.
My room was on the opposite side of the house. I dolefully wished my stepmother goodnight.
Closing my door I threw my head back and let out an audible sigh. ‘What the hell did we just do?’ I whispered shamefully. It didn’t matter that it had felt so fucking good, he was my stepbrother and no one would ever understand. I threw myself onto my bed and curled up with a pillow.
A soft knock at my door made my heart jump and my belly clench with nervousness. I crawled out of bed, slowly opening the door and letting him in. Brian silently closed the door behind him. Slowly he traced his fingers down my cheek, his eyes burning into mine.
“I didn’t really get a chance to say goodnight,” he said softly, his lips lowering to mine.
I felt a surge of heat as his soft mouth pressed against mine. His tongue parted my lips making me gasp. I wanted to kiss him back, but I knew that I shouldn’t, I just couldn’t. I pulled away, wrapping my arms protectively.
“We can’t do this Brian,” I whispered with defeat.
His eyes bore into mine, and I could feel my heart aching but my mind was made up. This could never be, no one would ever understand, and no one could ever know.
When I woke up the next day my mind was clear. Whatever happened between us was in the past. We had both been drinking, things got out of control. Every cell in my body was urging me to avoid Brian at all costs, but I didn’t want things to be any more awkward than they already were. I took a deep breath and walked out into the kitchen.
“Morning,” I croaked as I walked by Brian and poured myself a cup of coffee.