Step-By-Step(53)

He slides off of me and then pulls me close, my head down next to his abs. On the floor, I can see the phone is blinking red. There’s a message.

In all the ruckus, we must not have heard it. I know part of my duties are looking after the house, so I pick up the phone and listen for a moment—and then a broad smile crosses my face. It's from my adoptive sister.

“Claudia is coming to town soon,” I giggle into my BrotherMaster’s ear.

“Oh yeah? Your sister, Claudia?”

“That’s right. I want to hypnotize her, Master. Then you’ll get to have us both, Sir. You’ll get to fuck us both as much as you want.”

One look at the grin on his face lets me know that for my Master, that would be the most perfect gift of all.





His Slut




By Violet Williams



© Copyright 2011, Violet Williams, All Rights Reserved



I slid my seat back as I watched the Walsh Central football team storm down the field. When I slid my hand down the front of my pants, I didn't see any of them--I thought only of my brother.

I pulled my underwear to the side. "Jeff," I whispered. "Oh,Jeff."

Before you start thinking I'm some sort of a creeper, Jeff is technically my stepbrother. My mom shacked up with his dad five years ago. You'd never know we weren't related looking at us, though. We had identical blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and we were both athletes; he was a football star, and I played tennis.

I rammed my pointer finger in my hole and repositioned my leg, giving myself better access. What was it about my brother that got me hot? The taboo nature of it? The mischievous grin he always flashed when he knew he was being naughty? I wanted Jeff to be naughty with me so bad it hurt. So bad that I was waiting to pick him up from football practice, and couldn’t help but fondle myself as I watched him move.

Jeff was so agile; a natural. His body moved so fluidly, yet he had the force to plow through his teammates with ease. I wanted him to plow me, pull me close to him in the muscular arms that held the football. I wanted my brother to screw me until I couldn’t think (or walk) straight.

I was so wet for him. My fingers made squishy sounds as I pumped them in and out, my fingers buried past my silken hairs. I’d never really thought of myself as a voyeur, but I burned for Jeff.

I plunged my finger deeper as I watched him horse around with his friends. He had always sat at the top of the social pyramid, having his pick of any girl he wanted. Deep down, every time he brought home a Walsh skank, I secretly hoped they didn’t work out. I didn’t want to think about my brother screwing anyone but me.

My eyes fell to his crotch. How many times had I seen the curve of him beneath baggy basketball shorts and swim trunks? How many times had I conveniently kept watch at the bathroom door in hopes that I’d catch a glimpse of him as he wrapped his towel around his wet body? In truth, I'd lost count of how many times I'd starved for him. I had it bad for Jeff, and I couldn’t help but wonder if somewhere beneath the annoying façade, he thought about me too.

The sun flooded my eyes and I squeezed them closed, getting lost in my thrusts. I dreamt that it was Jeff's fingers plunging in and out of me, his lips pressed so hard and hungry against my own.

“Oh Jeff,” I groaned. I added a hand to my swollen knot, rubbing it furiously. “Just like that Jeff…just like that!”

"Hey!"

I gasped as my eyes popped open.

Oh my god...was I caught?

I let out a deep sigh of relief as some jock in a letter jacket jogged past my car and wrapped his arm around a ditzy looking girl, shepherding her toward the gym entrance. Even though I was masturbating in plain sight, he didn’t notice or give my car a second look.

That was close.

Too close.

I pulled my hand from my pants and swiped a napkin from the center console, trying to seem normal. I sent a silent thank you to the jock, because Jeff was walking right toward me, his face registering surprise.

He opened the passenger door. "Lisa--what are you doing here?"

I pawed at my hair, then took his bag and tossed it in the backseat. "Fall break."

"Ah." He slid beside me and buckled his seatbelt. "I'm still surprised you came home. According to Mom, you're having a helluva time at the University."

I started the car and put it in reverse, pointing us toward home. ‘Helluva time’ was right--I was barely skating by in most of my classes. Mom blamed it on being homesick, but it wasn’t her OCD/hover parenting that I missed; it was Jeff. At the U, I sucked and screwed anything male that moved, trying to blot out my attraction to my brother, but it was no use. Nothing compared to the hunger I had for Jeff. And now that I was home, I still had that need. I was face to face with the source of my itch. I was back with my brother.