Page 7 of Wanting My Stepbrother

“Shelby, are you okay? You look flushed,” Dad asks.

“I’m fine. Just a little hot. I’m going to run to the restroom to splash some water on my face. I just need a few minutes.”

“Okay,” her mom says with concern.

Moments later, our parents go back into the kitchen to get dessert, and I take the opportunity to be alone with my woman.When the door to the bathroom opens, I push her back inside and lock the door, crowding her in the small space.

“What the hell are you doing?” she whispers. “You finger fucked me at the table, and made me come in front of our parents! Do youwantthem to catch us?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to touch you and mess with you. You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t keep my hands off you,” I say, kissing her softly. “Let me make it up to you,” I say, kissing down her neck.

“How?” she moans.

I flip her around, sliding her panties down. “Let me fuck your sweet pussy. Let me make you feel good and make you come again. I need to be inside you, sugar. It’s been fucking hours. I need that sweet cream all over my cock.”

She moans, pushing her ass against me. “Yes. Yes, please, Roman. Hurry.”

I unzip my jeans and push them down quickly. I bend her over the sink and bury myself to the hilt inside her in one deep thrust. “Yes. More, Roman. More,” she cries, pushing herself even closer.

I thrust faster and faster, watching her expression in the mirror as I fuck her uncontrollably. I pound into her luscious body, anxious to feel her release all over my aching cock before I explode inside her. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open in ecstasy. I squeeze her breasts as I fuck her. I lick and kiss down her neck, driving her wild.

She pushes her ass back against me even harder. “Please, makeme come again, Roman. I need it so much.”

I thrust harder, hitting her clit over and over until she explodes, taking me with her. I release pump after pump of cum into her. I could do this forever and never get enough.

I flip her around, kissing her deeply and quickly zipping up my jeans before she shoves me out the door. “Go!” she hisses, grinning at the same time. I do, but with a big smile on my face.

Nine

Shelby

Roman and I have been together a week now. Except for the first night at his place, we have been sneaking around at our parents’ house the entire time. I know I need to talk to him about it, but I’m scared. What if this is just fun and games to him? He’s so ridiculously hot. He could have anyone he wanted. Maybe I’m just a convenient fuck for him.

He kisses me on the neck, making me moan. His magical hands knead my shoulders, and work their way down my body. “Let me make you feel good, baby.” Oh, god. I know he can make me feel good. He has done it so many times, I’ve lost count.

“Roman, we really need to talk,” I say, staying strong and moving across the room from him so I can think clearly.

“What do you want to talk about, baby?” he asks, stalking closer to me. I feel my breath hitch.

“What are we going to do about this?”

He grins. “Let me show you, baby.”

I push him away. “Not that! I’m serious, Roman.”

“Aren’t you having fun sneaking around. Doesn’t it make it even hotter, sugar?”

I sigh. “Yes, but that’s not the point. Are we going to sneak around forever? Is this just a short-term thing? Will I be at Christmas with you and your family someday, having to play your innocent stepsister when I know how it feels to be fucked by you?”

He grins. “Are you jealous, baby? There’s no need to be. There’s only you. It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone else. I just figured we would keep this under wraps for a little while longer. We’ll tell everyone soon enough.”

I sigh. In my mind, I had hoped that, like a Hallmark movie, he was going to declare his love for me and want to come out to our parents immediately. I realize how ridiculous that sounds, but I just want to know that he is serious about me. Is he, or am I just a fling?

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A while later, we are cleaning up the kitchen with our folks. Every time I move, he moves behind me, like we are freaking synchronized dancers. I move to the side, and he does it again. when our folks walk into the next room for a moment, I finally whirl and confront him.

“What the hell?! Why do you keep moving whichever way I do? Are you trying to piss me off?”

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