Page 33 of Stepbrothers

“And your landlord? Have you chased him up about the problems?”

“It’s on my to-do list tomorrow. If and when I get a lunch break.”

“You don’t always get a lunch break?”

“No, my boss is an asshole.” Derek was the last person she wanted to discuss. Her pussy was quivering with need.

Hugh didn’t reply. Instead, he rubbed, gliding small circles over her clit, the silky material smoothing his movements.

“Oh…” she said quietly and dropping her head back against him. “I’m not sure if…”

“Shh.” He kissed her cheek. “You’ve been a good girl. You’re a big step closer to reaching your dream job. It’s time for you to be rewarded for your excellent behavior.”

“Rewarded?” She locked her knees; they were weakening. What was he talking about?

“Yes, good little sisters get rewarded by their big brothers.” He tucked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them downward. He lowered himself with them, his face coming level with her now bare ass.

“Hugh…what…?” She gripped the mantel, her ass jutting out. Cooler air washed over her hot flesh. She felt so exposed, so bared before him in the broad light of day.

“Parker was right,” he said, palming her buttocks. “You do have a sensational ass, pale and a perfect handful.” He paused. “I’m sorry I missed seeing it red from a spanking.”

“I didn’t exactly like it red from a spanking.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not getting a spanking now.” He kissed her right buttock, his chin scratching the flesh. “This is all about pleasure.”

She closed her eyes as he trailed the kisses to the other buttock. He parted them, stretching the cleft between them, then licked and kissed his way down it.

“Fuck,” she muttered when he got dangerously near her asshole.

“Cute little butt,” he murmured, releasing her buttocks and stroking her inner thighs. “Cute little pussy, too.”

“This is so bad,” she gasped. “So bad that you think it’s okay to do this to me now that we’re related.”

“Every relationship has to find its own way to be,” he said. “And this is our way to be. It’s the best for everyone.”

Clarice didn’t answer because he’d slipped between her damp pussy lips and found her entrance. He pushed in with two thick, cool fingers.

She gasped. “Hugh…I…” Her knees buckled, and she gripped the mantel tighter.

“You feel good, and you’re so wet for it.” He pumped into her, his way eased by her arousal. “I’m going to give you such a lovely reward orgasm.”

“I can’t…I can’t stand up…” she said and pushed onto his invasion. “I can’t stand up and come.”

“That’s a shame ’cause I have such a pretty view from here.” Suddenly he withdrew. He gripped her hips and spun her around. “Sit down, on the chair.” His face was flushed.

Clarice didn’t have time to respond. He maneuvered her to the armchair and urged her into it. Within seconds he was between her spread legs, one hand beneath her, palming her right buttock, and the other stroking her pubic hair.

Ripe and shivering with anticipation, she ran her hands into his hair. “But?” She glanced over her shoulder, at the window.

“Relax,” he said. “Don’t think, just feel. No one can see me down here. All I can see is rooftops.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” He slid his fingers through her pussy lips, tracing their shape, spreading her moisture. “Put your other leg over the arm, I want to see all of you.”

She did as he’d asked. Her belly tensed. Usually she’d do this in the dark with several glasses of wine on board. But now she was stone-cold sober and there was no hiding. He had a front-row seat, and the star of the show was every glistening fold and crease of her pussy lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered, swiping over her clit. “I’m so pleased you’ve been a good girl and we get to play this way.”

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