Page 63 of Hey, Stepbro

"Great. Now, let's go." I pull him out of bed, our naked bodies intertwining for a brief moment before we head toward the door.

Our cocks rub against one another's, and Brock stifles a groan. He pumps my shaft, drawing pre-cum from the tip, and when he smears it around my glans, my eyes roll back.

"Brock," I whisper, canting my hips, my balls rising against my taint. "Oh, fuck."

Brock's firm, seasoned hand grips my ass cheeks, then he leans in to suck my lower lip. "Someone's still horny even after last night. I can't believe it."

I grip his giant dick with both hands, whimpering as I stroke it. "You make me lose my goddamn mind."

Brock ticks my jaw up. "Come on, stepbro. Let's do this thing you have planned and then hurry back for breakfast before our dads get up."

I whine, now wanting nothing more than to stay here and suck his dick. "BJ first?"

Brock snickers. "We'll do it outside—if you're lucky."

As we step outside, the crisp fall air sends shivers down my spine, but the warmth of the early morning sun quickly envelops us. There isn't another soul in sight as we run hand-in-hand toward the field behind our house.

Good. If anyone saw us, I'd die of mortification.

Actually, wait.

No, I wouldn't.

I'd love it.

How hot would that be if they watched us frolic like love drunk pagans?

They'd probably get a kick out of it, dirty dogs.

Brock and I laugh and shout, reveling in the freedom of our nude bodies and the wide-open space. I legit feel like I'm in Ancient Greece in some nudist cult.

The soft grass tickles our feet as we sprint further into the meadow, the laughter bubbling up from deep within our chests.

Finally, we stop running, both breathless and flushed from our spontaneous escapade. Brock wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, his blue eyes locking onto mine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, sealing the bond we shared last night.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips, his breath warm and sweet.

"I love you too." The hairs on my neck rise with happiness as we stand there, naked and unashamed, basking in the morning sun together.

"Hey," I say with a mischievous glint in my eye, "I've got an idea."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He raises an eyebrow, curious and eager.

"Let me show you something special." I drop to my knees in front of him, not hesitating for a moment. I take his cock in my hand, feeling it grow harder by the second. Glancing up at him, I see the surprise and excitement in his eyes.

"Blakely..." he murmurs, but I don't give him a chance to say anything else before I envelop him with my mouth. I suck him slowly, teasingly, savoring every inch of him. His breath hitches as his hands find their way to my hair, gripping it gently.

"God," he moans quietly, lost in the sensation. We stay like this for a few moments, both entirely consumed by the intimacy between us.

But then I remember the lake nearby—another brilliant idea forms in my mind. I release him from my lips and stand back up, grinning. "Come on," I say, grabbing his hand again, "there's more fun to be had."

"More fun? What are you planning?" he asks, catching his breath.

"Follow me, and you'll see," I reply, pulling him along as we race toward it.

When we reach the water's edge, I turn to face him, smiling. "Ready for a morning swim?"

"You're drunk. Go back to bed."

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