Page 58 of Hey, Stepbro

I climb on his lap. "Beat us off together. Come on, stepbro. Make us come one more time."

Brock growls into my mouth as he grips our hard shafts. His fingers expertly move up and down, the heat of his grip sending sparks through my body. His thumb circles the head of our cocks, making me shake. I moan into his tongue, our hips rocking together in a steady rhythm as my orgasm builds again, the mind-blowing heat quickly becoming too much to bear.

With one final stroke, Brock and I come together—shooting our hot cum all over each other's bodies.

"Look at you, stepbro!" Brock smears our cum into my skin, then pinches my nipple.

I wail, then collapse against him, panting. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison.

We lay there together for a few moments, our chests heaving as we catch our breath. Finally, Brock pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Brock plants a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I think we need a shower. Together."

"Yes, please." I take his hand in mine.

We stand up together, then stumble into the bathroom, our bodies still trembling. We step into the warm shower, where we proceed to wash each other off before making out once more.

As the hot water cascades over our intertwined bodies, I’m aware that this moment is perfect. Everything feels right, and I'm so glad I chose to be with Brock. I know in my heart that this is only the beginning of something beautiful.

We step out of the shower and dry off, our skin still tingling. We collapse onto the bed, and Brock pulls me into his arms. I rest my head against his chest, so happy he came out to his teammates.

He's so brave, despite what he says. It's a huge deal to come out, even if everyone around you accepts you.

My heart breaks for everyone who doesn't have such a strong support system. What do they do?

Closing my eyes, I send positive thoughts to them, then burrow closer to Brock. I have my rock, and I'm so lucky that I get to call him mine.

We lay there for a while, enjoying each other's company until Brock finally breaks the silence.

"I love you, Blakely," he whispers.

I lean up to kiss him gently on the lips. "I love you too, stepbro."

"Did you ever think you'd fall for your stepbrother?"

"Nope."

"Me, neither."

"Truthfully, I thought you were stuck up when I first met you."

"You're kidding."

"I saw you sitting on your phone, smirking, barely looking at me. I thought:This is a guy I should stay away from."

"Wow," Brock says, surprised. "That's not how I remember it at all. I thought you were mysterious and magical the second I saw you, and I couldn't take my eyes off you."

He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. I nestle against his chest, content in the knowledge that I'm loved.

"I’m glad I was wrong," I murmur.

"I guess so," he agrees, kissing the top of my head.

We lay together, happy to be in each other's presence.

"You know, Blakely," he says, his voice deep. "I'm serious about us. I don't want this to be a mere fling. I want us to be together for a long time. I want us to be a family. Others might think it's weird, but the truth is, I'm crazy about you. My cock, my heart, and soul belong to you."

My heart swells at his words, and tears prick my eyes. I don't say anything, but I nod my head in agreement.

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