“Good, baby.” Luca’s voice was husky with pleasure. “Now suck it harder.”
I did as I was told while his hands guided my head up and down his shaft.
“Just like that, baby, yeah,” he groaned. I pulled away and wiped the spit and slickness off my mouth, looking up at him before continuing.
“I love it when you look at me like that, with your big doe eyes,” Luca moaned.
“Do you?” I asked in my most innocent voice. “Tell me how you want me to suck you again.”
“Like this,” he growled, pushing my head downwards onto his shaft. His cock left a smear of lust across my cheek. I picked his cock up again and sucked him hard as he guided my head just like he wanted, up and down his cock. He groaned and pressed my head hard down over his entire cock. I gagged as his head bumped into the back of my throat. I pulled away, coughing.
“You’re so rough with me,” I said in mock protest, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You make me so fucking horny,” Luca said. One of his hands was under my shirt, feeling my breasts as I pleasured him.
“You make me fucking horny,” I breathed. I kept sucking him, and a second later his cum spurted into my mouth.
“Swallow it,” he demanded. He watched as a trickle of his cum leaked down my chin. “Good girl.” There was something intoxicating about drinking in the very essence of Luca, and it turned me on in a big way. Satisfied with myself, I looked up at him with a smile on my face.
“You like that,” I purred, reaching for the small, plastic bottle of water in the cup holder. But before I could take a drink Luca grabbed my hair and pulled me in to kiss him instead. We made out for what felt like ten minutes, then he pulled away.
“Let’s go buy a new phone,” he said finally, turning the ignition and putting the Land Rover in gear. “Then you can send me dirty pictures anytime you please.”
“Okay,” I said, leaning against him as we drove away. My hand played idly against his chest. “What if I get pregnant?” I asked him.
“I like that idea,” he replied, kissing my forehead.
****
For the rest of the vacation I snuck into Luca's room every single night to make love to him. Our sex kept getting crazier, nastier and more passionate. He never pulled out, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have his baby. And I didn't care. For the first time in a long time I felt truly and completely happy, and I was determined to enjoy every carefree minute I could with him. Now and forever.
Craving my Step-Brother’s Tool
I had been off to college all year. My dad had met a woman and she just recently moved in. Her daughter had moved into my old room, which was unfortunate, because that meant I would be sleeping in the den. When I pulled up to the house I was nervous, not knowing what to expect. My dad had went through a series of “girlfriends” before I went off to college, and it seemed like half of them were crazy. I grabbed a few of my things and walked up the sidewalk towards the door, prepping myself for the worst, but hoping for the best. I heard the click of the lock and looked up into the opening doorway. There in the foyer stood a muscular boy with dark hair and deep blue eyes.
“Hey there, I'm Jake,” he said calmly, his eyes passing quickly over my body and back up to my face.
I stood there like a fool, unable to speak for a moment. “Oh, hey…I'm Jane.” I hadn’t heard anything about any Jake. I knew about the daughter, but never heard anything about the son. I hesitated before the stranger. “Um…sorry Jake, who are you again?”
“Well, I guess I am your brother, or at least, I will be in a few months. I live in Colorado, I'm just here visiting. Come here, sis,” he chuckled as he drew in closer.
At first, he held his large hand out towards me, and as I held mine out he suddenly shifted and pulled me in for a hug.
"Oh what the heck, we're family, right?” he said in a cool tone as he pressed against me. To my excitement and delight, his body was hard. I could easily feel the ridges of his muscular frame as he pressed himself firmly against my breasts, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. I could feel warmth in my cheeks as my mind toyed with the thought of my new brother.
"Let me help you with your things,” he offered, as the warmth of his body parted from mine.
I hadn’t expected this. It turned out that Jake had also decided to come home for the summer to visit his mother. I didn't even know she had a son, but let me tell you I wasn't disappointed. I watched him closely as he walked out to my car and began unloading my things. His arms bulged as he lifted the heavy suitcases. At one point he looked up at me. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling my cheeks grow red hot with embarrassment. He didn’t say a word, but I could vaguely make out the subtle shake of his head as he went back to unloading.
It was several hours before my dad would be home and that meant several hours alone with Jake. I rushed up the stairs and quickly rinsed off. I toweled and tousled my hair dry and put on a touch of eyeliner. I also put on a tank top—but decided to leave the bra off. I stared for a moment at my reflection. I had long wavy blonde hair, and my body was curvy. I had been told that I had great breasts, and they had always been a source of self-confidence for me. Growing up, I was always curvier than the girls in the magazines, but I happened to think that skinny girls had nothing worth looking at. My body was shaped like an hour glass and I had a nice face. I decided on a pair of stretch pants for my bottom, they were tight and made my hips and ass stand out. What could I say, I liked to be noticed, and Jake was hot…
Walking back downstairs I took a deep breath, telling myself not to make a fool of myself. I had never been great with guys. It wasn’t that they weren't interested in me, it was that whenever they made a move I got flustered and would say something stupid. Half the time I went on dates I floundered so badly that I wouldn’t answer their calls if they tried to get ahold of me again.
I walked past the entryway to the living room, directing my eyes inside while keeping my face forward. He was there, sprawled out watching TV. I kept going, feeling my heart skip a beat and suddenly nervous again.
"Hey again," he called out from his seat.
I stopped in my tracks, probably too eagerly. Turning on my heels I entered the room, grateful for the invitation and afraid of what I might say or do in the next few moments.
"I didn't know Mike had a daughter.” Jake's eyes looked me slowly up and down as his chin jutted forward.
I felt naked as I stood there before him, something about the way he bit his lip when he stared. My nervousness quickly subsided as we talked. He was easy to talk to, and we quickly found that we had chemistry. We were laughing and sharing interests, and in no time at all we had shared the better part of our lives. We had a lot in common, we were both in college, interested in science, and had a passion for language. Jake had traveled extensively after his freshmen year, which is something I always wanted to do, but never had the chance. I eagerly prodded him for details about his adventures, and we eventually agreed that I should sign up for a semester abroad. By the time mom and dad got home I hardly realized we had gotten so comfortable. I had been drawn in by his stories, and as he had been showing me photos on his phone I had also been inching in closer to him. Both of us were startled by the sudden entry of our parents, instantly looking guilty as we quickly pulled back to the far edges of the couch.
“Oh, hey dad!" I said, too quickly, at the same time Jake was saying hello to his mother.