Page 20 of Puck My Stepbrother
Again, Quinn said nothing, as if openly admitting to what we both knew would make it too real.
And then I caught him staring down at my cock again. He must’ve felt so fucking hungry. I smiled at him. Nudity had always given me a thrill, no matter my audience, but having Quinn see my hard cock intensified that feeling so much it made me ache.
“We can help each other,” I said.
“By doing what?”
“Soaping each other up. Would you like that?”
“S-s-sure.”
I reached past my stepbrother for the body wash bottle, popped the cap, squirted a dollop of blue gel onto my hand, and returned the bottle to the shelf. Then I lathered my hands up and rested them on his shoulders. My hands glided along his shoulders and arms, then down his chest, feeling his hard little nipples and the muscles of his abdomen.
Then I soaped up his cock, my fingertips tickling the underside of his balls. That earned a moan from my stepbrother-to-be. His dick grew hard in my hand, and I kept squeezing and stroking it until it reached full hardness.
Now for Quinn’s turn.
“What do you say?” I said. “You want to help me get clean?”
Quinn grabbed the body wash with a trembling hand, nearly dropping it before squirting a blob of that same blue gel onto his hand. Then he stared at my chest the way I’d imagine a mountain climber would gaze upon Everest before beginning his ascent. With a shaking hand, he spread soap across my pecs. He reached up to touch my collarbone and then dipped down again, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“There you go,” I said.
All color had drained from his face. He honest-to-God looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“You can touch it,” I said.
“What?” he whispered.
“My cock. You keep staring at it. I know you want it. Don’t tell me you don’t. You can touch it if you want to. Just reach out your hand and wrap it around my meat.”
His smooth chest heaved again, his eyes remaining fixed on my now throbbing member like he’d found his Holy Grail but didn’t dare to touch it.
“Let me restate that,” I said. “Touchmy cock. Right this minute. Quit fucking around. I don’t have all day, bro.”
He jumped a little, but my command set his arm in motion. He reached out tentatively, as if preparing to touch an extremely hot surface. In a manner of speaking, that was true.
His fingertips brushed against the head of my cock, like he wasn’t ready to touch the whole thing right away. Once he felt acclimated, his digits danced down the length of my shaft. His hand closed around my dick, but didn’t grip it fully. Then he stroked his hand up and down my length, causing tiny tingling sensations and triggering another smile.
“You like that, huh?” I asked.
He glanced up at me, saying nothing, but I knew the answer. My stepbrother-to-be loved every second of it, but felt too overwhelmed to put it into words.
That suited me fine. I only cared about action anyway.
My hand dipped down and took his cock again, gripping it loosely and stroking it up and down. Quinn gasped each time I made contact with his member. He’d never been touched before, that seemed obvious, and he had so much to learn.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” slipped past his lips. He still didn’t know what to say, but at least he’d responded.
I tightened my grip on his cock slightly, which inspired him to do likewise with mine. We stroked one another harder and faster, jerking hard when we reached the knob, our eyes never separating. So far, I’d sipped Quinn like a fine wine, but I wanted to drink up even more of him.
Water washed the suds from his shoulders, revealing the freckle pattern beneath. I grabbed his arms and drew him in close, bringing our bodies together. I ran my hands up and down his back, dipping a little lower with each trip. Finally, I found his ass, cupping and squeezing his perfect, firm cheeks.
Quinn’s chest heaved against mine as I planted kisses on his shoulder like I’d wanted to for the longest time, leaving traces of warm water on my lips. When I kissed his neck deeply, his head tipped back, the loudest gasp yet tore out of his mouth, and I found myself supporting his weight. I honestly thought he would’ve collapsed without my help. I held him tight to ensure my stepbrother-to-be remained upright.
I wrapped both arms around him, squeezing our bodies together. When I freed him, I stared deep into those perfect eyes and found him entranced. Then I leaned in to kiss him slowly and sweetly. Our lips parted for a second, like that first kiss was a test run for something much greater.
