Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set Volume 1: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets) (4 page)

“Yeah, ok.  Don’t gloat.”  She stuck her tongue out at him as he turned around, so they were facing the same way.  He settled beside her and she squirmed as his thumb traced gentle circles around her nipple.  The slightest touch on her elbow would have made her twitch, right then.  She put her hand over his to still it. 

“You going to show me those pictures now or what?”

“Or what,” she evaded.  She just wanted to lie still a few more moments and enjoy his warmth.  She glanced sideways and saw him stroking himself.  She couldn’t believe how much stamina he had.  “How about all or nothing—whoever can hold out longest with you inside me… wins.”

His hand went still under hers and he took a deep breath.  “I can’t believe this is real.”

“I know.”  She was about to backtrack when he moved onto his back.

“I want you on top.”  He held himself up for her to slide down on.  “Come on, Sis, let’s do this thing.” 

This was the real point of no return, she realized as she straddled him, looking into those dark, searching eyes.  They were really going to do this thing.  She was about to slide her brother’s cock into her pussy.  Once that happened, they could never go back. 

“Oh Lindy…” he breathed as she lowered herself down.

She felt that first, sweet stretch as he entered her, hot and incredibly smooth.  His eyes flew wide as she went all the way down, settling herself, her clit brushing against his pubic hair.  She spread her fingers across his chest, bracing herself, then started moving.  He screwed his eyes shut to focus while she stroked him up and down, tightening and loosening, loving the way his shoulders and arms flexed as he gripped her waist.  To keep her balance she needed both hands on his body and couldn’t go near her clit.  His breathing picked up to a frantic rhythm then he grabbed her hips, pulling her up.

“Rug burn.”  He grunted, grabbing his t-shirt off the seat. 

He moved aside, putting it on the floor.  Then he put her down on it, on her back.  She had to hide her grin.  On top, she had a chance of climax, even without touching her clit, but this way?  Impossible.  Not that she didn’t like the feel of him on top of her, but this choice nearly guaranteed her a win. 

Melinda let him push her onto her back.  She wrapped her legs round his waist, pulling him into her, looking up into his face as he found a new rhythm.  She wasn’t sure he wanted to win this one—his strokes went deep, hard.  He wasn’t so much fucking her as rutting, his lower lip drawn between his teeth.  She felt her wetness being forced out of her as he thrust, her own juices trickling down the crack of her ass. 

He shifted his weight to one hand, still thrusting, and cupped her breast with his palm, stroking over the top of her hard nipple.  She moaned, running her hands up over his forearm, his bicep, holding his whole body weight as he continued to fuck her.  She threw her head back at the sensation, wondering if she’d been a fool to be so sure she was going to win this one. 

He felt so good—hot, solid, strong.  And the way he looked at her, so hungry, and the way he fucked her, my God, it made her gasp for breath and cling to him, like she never wanted to let him go.  His hand came off her breast, giving her a respite of only a few seconds, then the touch transferred to the other side.

She was tempted to lose for the hell of it.  She was close.  So very close.  How was that even possible?  She’d already come twice, and she never came in this position, but he was doing something delicious with his hips that made her cry out with every thrust.  Then he stopped thrusting and pulled her up, bending her over the side of her seat and spreading her legs.  She just let him do it, loving the way he touched her, moved her for his pleasure. 

He entered her again, pushing gently in from behind.

She felt the tension in his arms move through his hands as his fingers curled hard into her hips.  He made a soft ‘ah’ with every thrust, like a man trying to withstand the lash of a whip.  Her pussy clenched and she whimpered, taking his sweet thrusts, feeling his cock hitting that spot deep inside, the one that could send her into orbit.  Goddamn him, he was too good!

“Oh Aaron,” she cried, reminding herself, reminding him too.  This was them, together.  They were doing this.  Sweat rolled between her breasts as they swayed with their motion, the rumble of the train almost forgotten as they moved into one another

The pressure was building to a fever pitch.  Melinda tried to hold out, tightening her muscles, giving him a little more resistant, which just made him grunt and drive harder.  Finally, she gave in, the feeling too much, spreading her hands out to each corner of the seat, surrendering herself to him.  She bit the fabric of the seat as he stroked her with his cock, fast in, slow out now, the pleasure of fullness so intense she barely registered his hand coming off her hip or his slight lean backwards. 

He held them both still and for a second she thought she’d won, that he’d gone rigid before his climax, but a sudden pressure filled her ass and she had time to think, “
Noooooo!” 
but that was all, before every muscle in her body began to spasm with her orgasm.  Her pussy clenched, clamping down hard around his cock, his finger still probing her tight little asshole. 

Then Aaron pulled out fast, coming all over her ass, christening the hole were his finger had just been, with a cry that would’ve sounded down the hallway of the coach if he hadn’t buried it between her shoulders.

He moaned, resting his forearms on the seat on either side of her, leaning.  She loved the pressure and heat of his body for a little while, floating as her body recovered.  Then he got a little heavy. 

She turned her head.  “You’re kind of crushing me.”

“Sorry.”  He grinned, plopping down into the seat beside her.  “Light-headed.” 

“You cheated.”  She wagged her finger at him as he pulled her into his lap. 

“So did you.  If you’d told me hands were allowed in the oral round, you wouldn’t have come
close
to beating me.”  He wrapped his arms round her waist and pulled her close against him.  “Ya know, I kinda lost track of the score anyway.”

She supposed it was time to come clean.

“You’re going to hate me, but…” She gave him a meek smile.  “I didn’t have a bunch of pictures anyway.” 

“What?”  Aaron’s mouth opened and closed for a moment, words failing him.  Then his eyes narrowed to gray flints.  “You’re kidding me, right?”

She couldn’t speak as he shoved her off his lap.  Ice filled her veins as he pulled his boxers back on, glaring at her.  But he’d joined in! He’d fucked her hard, like a man kept waiting.  Sure, she’d kick-started things, but…

You shouldn’t have said that.  Why did you say that?

Her and her big mouth.

“You are
evil!” 
Aaron scowled so fiercely she was almost ready to get down on her knees and apologize when he reached around and grabbed his iPhone from the corner of his seat.  He was grinning as he turned back, his thumb opening the lock screen. 

“Takes one to know one.”  He turned his phone to face her, chuckling. 

She saw the picture of her on her back on her bed, one hand pressing a dildo into her pussy, the other a vibrator into her ass.  A hot, dark flush spread over her face, neck and chest.  Her lips twitched in a half-smile. 

“You jerk.”

“Well, with you around, I clearly need insurance!”

She couldn’t argue with that.  She just folded her arms.  “Hey, I only admitted to not having picture
s
.”  She emphasized the “s” and showed him the photo of him jerking off with her panties, the ones with the cherries on them.  “Still got this if I need it.”

“You are out-classed and out-gunned.”  Aaron’s grin broadened and he flipped through his phone again, holding it so she could see shots of his belly pressed against the small of her back, her birthmark very clearly visible.  And another of her on her back with her chin tilted right up to the ceiling, Aaron’s hand next to her neck to prop himself up as he took snapshots.

“You asshole!”  She gaped.  “How did you—?”

“Who’s gonna hear a camera click with you panting and moaning the way you do?”

“Ok.  I give up.”  She laughed, standing and leaning into him, wrapping her arms round his neck.  “Let’s call it a draw.” 

“Let’s,” Aaron agreed, taking her into his arms again as he sat.  She fit comfortably in his lap.  “You know, if the trip home is always gonna be like this, maybe I can stick things out ’til the end of my finals.”

“Maybe not just the trip home…” She met his eyes, seeing the question in them.  “Maybe… we could… be…”

For a girl with a big mouth, she found herself without any more words. 

“Yeah.  Maybe,” he agreed. 

Aaron brushed his lips over hers and she breathed him in as he kissed her.  His tongue went deep, then retreated slowly, stroking right across the middle of the roof of her mouth with the tip.  She moaned into the kiss and she felt him twitch against her as he cradled her face in his hands, losing his fingers in her hair.  All the tension flooded from her body.

Darkness closed round the train as they went into a tunnel, the light fading to shadows.  She pulled back and brushed her fingers down his bare chest, feeling him shiver.  He clasped his hand over hers, over his heart, and their eyes met.

“This is a long tunnel,” she murmured.  “What do you bet I can make you come before we come out the other side?”

“I’m dog-tired.”  Aaron chuckled.  “There’s no way you’ll get me to come again.”

“Oh, yes, I will.”  She got down on her knees and nuzzled his thighs with her lips.

“Really, you don’t have enough time to—Lindy! That’s cheating!”

Jill’s parents aren’t home, it’s the middle of the hottest summer on record, and there’s a huge built-in swimming pool in the backyard. 

Well, what would you do?

The only thing standing between her and the best party of the summer is her jerky older stepbrother, Brian.  He says he's trying “protect” her but he never lets her do anything fun! It looks like he’s going to be a party-pooper this time too, until the perv decides to give her what she wants—with one caveat. 

Everyone who comes to the party, has to come naked. 

Now the hottest party of the summer just got hotter, and Jill’s about to find out that she’s not too keen on the way all the other girls look at her sexy stepbrother.  In fact, she’s starting to look at him in an entirely different light herself…

“You’re not the boss of me!”  I glared at my stepbrother, hands fisted at my sides.  I would have gone ahead and walloped him like I used to when we were kids, but he was now twice as big as I was.  My dad warned me, back when I was taller than Brian for all of, like, ten minutes during puberty, that it wouldn’t always be the case, and I’d be in trouble one day, trying to boss him around.  He wasn’t kidding. 

“Chill, Jill.”  He knew I hated that phrase.  Brian clasped his hands behind his head, green eyes narrowed, but otherwise looking calm while I was losing control.  That infuriated me all the more.  And he knew it.  His gaze swept over me—I hadn’t showered or dressed yet—in a My Little Kitty T-shirt and boy-short undies, and I could tell he was inwardly laughing at me, like I was still a little kid or something. 

“It’s just a pool party! Why do you even care who I have over?”

“I’m the one Mom and Dad’ll hold responsible if anything happens, remember?”  His gaze flicked to my fists then returned to my face.  A little smirk played at one corner of his firm mouth.  “Why should I put my neck out?”

“Brian, come on! Ae have the house for an entire weekend.  It’s not like Mom and Dad can pop in to check up on us.  They’re in freaking Mexico!”

“Again, why should I say yes?”  His voice was so calm I wanted to scream.

Because you love me? 

Because I’m your little sister? 

Because we used to be close before you went off to college and came back an asshole? 

But I didn’t say any of those things.  I was afraid that smirk of his would just get bigger, and then I’d really lose it and end up bursting into tears.  Then he’d call me a baby and we’d be back at square one.

Besides, I was eighteen now, not five. 

Hadn’t he noticed I’d grown up while he was gone? 

Hell, I’d sure noticed the changes in him.  Hard not to while he lay wearing only a soft pair of jock shorts. 
Doesn’t he own any pajamas? 
I groused inwardly, trying not to note the bulge between his thighs.

“You are not the boss of me,” I repeated, this time lowering my voice.  So there was a ragged edge to it.  Maybe he wouldn’t notice.  I hated crying when I got mad, but damnit, I always did.  My body betrayed me so often I could have shot it for treason. 

“Actually, I am.”  He came up on his elbows, which stretched his tight t-shirt across his broad chest.  “Mom and Dad put me in charge while they’re gone.” 

Damn. 
I knew he was talking, but for a minute, I forgot to listen.  I hadn’t noticed just how much he’d filled out.  Must have been hitting the gym at college, I thought.  The extra muscle suited him.  He’d always been beautiful, with close-cropped brown hair and dark brows over moss green eyes, but now, he looked even more masculine.  He was really a man now, not a little kid anymore.

No wonder Ivy was always hanging on him when she dropped by the house.

I shook my head, annoyed I’d noticed he was handsome.  He was still an asshole.  But maybe screaming at him wasn’t the right way to go.  I gave him a scowl, but blew out a deep breath that billowed my cheeks, before saying, “
Please,
Brian?  This is the
last summer
my friends and I will all be together.  We’re all leaving—to college, to places all over the country.  I
promise
they won’t get wild and break things.  Mom and Dad never have to know.”

“Again, what’s in it for me?  I’m the one who’d have to stay sober and babysit your friends.  Doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.”

“Well what do you want?”  I spread my hands, giving an exasperated sigh.  “I’ll cook you breakfast for a week.  I’ll clean your room.”

“I’ve eaten your food.  No thanks.  And I don’t need a maid.”

“Just what will it take for you to say yes?”  I waited, arms crossed, tapping my foot.

He looked me up and down, considering. 

Then he told me what he wanted.

“Just ’cause you’re three years older than me does not make you the boss of me! Fucking pervert!”  I slammed his door so hard it bounced back open, stomping down the dark hallway to my room.  I slammed my own door so hard the pictures on my walls rattled.

Flinging myself on my bed, I reached for the phone charging on my nightstand, and texted my best friend, Ivy.

I didn’t have to wait long—she’d been eager to hear whether the party was on or not.

Well, what did he say?

My brother’s such a fucking a-hole.

He said no?

My iPhone shook in my hands.  I took a deep breath before responding. 

Oh, he said we could have the pool party.  ON ONE FREAKING CONDITION!

What’s that?  Do you have to play house slave for a week?  I’ll help! LOL

I wrinkled my nose at the screen.  I just bet she would. 

She’d love to make his bed—with her in it!

Nope.  He said we all have to come naked to the party.

Watttt?  Seriously?  He said that?

Yes, and he wasn’t joking. 

The look he’d given me had been hard and challenging.  Like he thought I didn’t have the guts.  That damned smirk of his.  God! What a dick!

Sounds like he needs to get some!

Ew! That’s my brother you’re talking about.

Yeah.  I know.  Think he’ll be naked 2?

Again—ew!

So maybe we won’t invite as many people as we wanted.  I don’t want to see Steven or Josh’s junk.

Because you already have?

Be-yotch! Yeah, if I invite them, they might think they stand a chance.

Wait! Are you saying we should do this?

You wanted one last blowout before we all scattered.  Everyone will remember this!

Everyone has cell phones! The last thing I want are pictures all over the internet.  My parents would have a cow!

So everyone turns in their phones at the door when they arrive.

We can’t send out an invitation for a nude pool party.  Someone will sneak a phone in for sure.

Then we won’t tell them ’til they get there.  Once the keg’s opened, they won’t care.  It’ll be a blast!

I stared at the words on the screen, my heart thudding inside my chest.  Was I really going to do this?  Then I remembered his smirk.  That look in his eyes.  He thought I was too chicken-shit to ever agree. 

My phone dinged. 
Jill?  U still there?

I’m thinking.

Please, please, please!

You’re as pervy as he is!
I blew out another deep breath, my thoughts racing. 
We’ll make the pool the clothes-free zone.  If they want to swim, they have to strip. 
That would teach my jerk of a brother.  So, I wouldn’t be following the letter of
his
law, but so the fuck what?  What was he going to do?  Spank me? 

LOL! They’ll love it! Brian’ll be pissed.  But don’t you worry.

Easy for you to say.  You don’t live with him.

I’ll take care of Brian.  Won’t be a chore.  He’s hawt!

For a second, my stomach tightened.  Ivy was such a slut.  She’d go after anything with a dick.  Especially college boys.  For the first time, I was glad we weren’t heading to the same school.  I’d earned a spot in Columbia where Brian was a junior.  Ivy’s grades were forcing her to go the local community college where she hoped to improve her G.P.A.  enough for a shot at a better school.

The slutty-slut should have studied more.

Jill—we doing this?

I guess,
I typed slowly. 

Only, I wasn’t feeling any deep reluctance.  My anger fueled a willful glee.  Brian had laid down his challenge, never thinking I’d agree.  I’d show him! I wasn’t a kindergartener anymore—that shy little girl who adored her new stepbrother.  And as much as his body had broadened and grown more muscular, mine had filled out too.  My chest wasn’t the flat pancake he’d teased me about all through my teenage years.  Guys liked my new curves.