Page 6 of Stepbrother Mine

“Damn, that’s hot,” he says. “I think I have a manhandling kink.”

“You think?” I say, and his cheeks flush bright pink. “I uh, I’ve never done this before.”

My heart rate picks up and I stare at him. Something inside me ignites at that and I want him even more now. “I’m your first?” I say, my eyes darting over his face, and he nods, a beautiful flush creeping up his cheeks. I growl. “Fuck, little brother.” I kiss him before I say, “Can I touch you?” He nods emphatically and I reach down and stroke his dick through his pants. He moans as his head falls back against the door, his eyes closed and his mouth parted. He raises his hands above his head and thrusts into my palm. He’s completely shameless, and I can see the wet spot that has leaked through his panties and gathered on the front of his pajama pants.

Fuck, that’s hot. And shit, I’ve got his dick in my hand, and it’s hard and heavy and feels so damn good. I’m jerking off my brother. And he’s moaning like a whore while I do.

“You want something, gorgeous?” I ask him, my voice husky, and he moans as he continues his gyrations. “God, who knew my little virgin brother was such a goddamn slut? You’re desperate for it aren’t you? Begging like a filthy little whore.”

“Yes,” he cries. “God, yes, Ro.” Fuck, I’m so hard, my cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans. His dick feels so good in my hand even with the fabric between us, and I can’t imagine how incredible it will be to have it in my hand bare, feeling its weight in my palm. The thought sends another jolt of pleasure through me and I groan. There’s a prominent wet spot forming on my briefs now, too. I slide my hand into his pants and grip him through his panties. I groan again when my hand comes in contact with the soft satin surrounding his cock and balls. Fuck.

“Strip,” I order, my hand reluctantly moving away from his cock to finish undressing myself as fast as humanly possible. I slide off my shirt and toss it aside, then slip out of my pants and boxers. My dick twitches when it’s finally free and bouncing against my belly. He stares at my cock and licks his lips.

“Fuck, you look good hard, big brother.” My cock jolts at the words and I growl because I fucking want him and he’s still dressed.

“Sebastian.” I stroke myself as he watches, his pupils blown wide with lust as he licks his lips. “You want this?” He nods. “Then get your fucking clothes off.” His eyes go wide and he rushes to undress again.

He slides his slippers off first, and then his pants, and my mouth waters when they fall to the floor and I see the bright pink panties showcasing his glorious erection. Yes. I’ve seen him in his panties a million times, but never hard and aching the way he is now, his cock twitching as I stare at it, more precum leaking out. The fact that he’s hard for me makes it that much sexier. God, he’s perfect.

“Leave those,” I growl. He looks up at me as he kicks his pants away and they land next to mine on the floor. Then I’m on him again, my body pressed to his as I kiss him and stroke his cock hard and fast. He clings to me and gasps. His body trembles as I work his cock through his panties, the friction against my palm euphoric, and I can only imagine how it feels against his cock.

“Oh, god,” he moans, his whole body trembling. “Rome.” My name is like a sweet prayer on his lips, making a shiver run down my spine and my balls ache.

“These are so damn hot,” I groan in his ear. “So fucking sexy.”

“More,” he whines. His dick twitches in my grasp and precum leaks out onto my palm through his panties, making me moan and kiss him harder, stroking him faster. I rub my thumb over his slit, causing him to shudder. My hand reaches down to play with his balls, rolling them, and he whimpers into my mouth. Then I’m taking his cock in hand again and continuing to stroke him.

“Shit,” he gasps, a second later. His arms are wrapped around me, and his fingers dig into my upper back. “Nggg, I’m gonna…” he’s thrusting into my hand shamelessly. “I’m, oh, fuck!” He shouts as his head falls back and his cock spurts, ropes of cum flooding his panties and leaking onto my hand. God that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The feel of his dick pulsing in my grip has me almost coming untouched but I’m not blowing my load until his ass is choking my cock.

I don’t give him any time to recover before I slide his panties down and spin him around, pressing him up against the door with my clean hand. The panties stay pooled around his feet, covered in come, and it’s hot as hell.

He gasps as I press my palm against his pelvis, jutting his ass out for me. My finger finds its way to his hole and I use his cum as lube, circling the tight pucker and feeling it flutter against me. I groan. I’ve seen enough porn and had occasions where the woman I was with wanted anal, so I’m fairly confident in my abilities to make it good for him.

“God, you’re going to feel so good around my cock, aren’t you, little brother?” I murmur, my chest pressed up against his back, and my breath ghosting over his neck. He shivers and I nibble on his ear, eliciting another shudder and a whimper from him. I tap his hole again and he shoves his ass back, chasing my finger. “So eager for me. I can feel how much you want me filling you up. You want that, Sebastian?”

“For fuck’s sake,” he snaps, “just fuck me already.” I grip his chin and turn his face to mine.

“Talk to me like that again, little brother, and you won’t get my dick at all. Understand?” He swallows and nods. “I have to take my time stretching you or it will hurt and that’s not okay with me. Now be a good boy and do as you’re told.” His eyes flare and he nods. His dick is only half hard since he just came, but I’m confident we can remedy that.

“You’re gonna need to get hard for me, again, little brother. I want another orgasm out of you. Wanna feel you clenching against my cock when you come. Understand?” The words mixed with the finger pressing inside his tight heat have the desired effect and his cock springs back to life. God, he’s so perfect. “Yes, that’s it,” I croon as I stretch him and stroke his dick slowly. “You’re such a good little whore, aren’t you?” His dick jerks in my hand and he whimpers. My finger slides in farther and brushes against his prostate and he lets out the most beautifully sinful sound. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for me.” He trembles and then whimpers when I remove my finger completely.

“Shit, no, please…fuck!” He jolts as my tongue slides into his hole and his entire body starts to shake uncontrollably. I moan as I eat him out. “I need to come,” he cries.

“Don’t you dare,” I growl, sliding out of him. “You don’t come unless I say so. Understand?” He nods, biting his lip.

I slide my hands along his pert little ass cheeks from where I’m kneeling behind him. I nip at his round globes and then lick at the bites, and he hisses and shudders.

“Shit, Rome, please,” he says, his words barely a whisper. “I need you. Wanna be full of you.” I stand, slapping his ass cheek. My smile grows wider when he yelps and then looks at me with wide eyes. I grab my pants off the floor and pull out my wallet, grabbing a condom and a packet of lube.

He bites his lip, squirming, no doubt to keep from saying something bratty, and I take longer on purpose. He groans and starts to stroke himself but I smack his ass again.

“No,” I say. He squirms more but obeys, his hand returning to the door.

“Please,” he gasps and then lets out a beautiful moan of satisfaction, his eyes closed and lips parted, head tilted back as my cock lines up with his hole. “This might hurt,” I say, “but we’ll go slow, and you’ll be good for me.” He nods frantically.

“No coming until I say, remember?” I ask, and he nods again, pushing back against me. I grip his hips. “Such a perfect fucking slut,” I murmur and he pushes back harder, the head of my dick sliding inside him.

He winces and I feel him tensing up. I rub his upper back soothingly. “Relax, baby. You’re doing so well.” I press a kiss to his shoulder. “Let me in, little brother. Let me make you feel good.” He breathes out and relaxes as I press more kisses to his neck and shoulder blades, his tight ring giving way and letting me slide inside. “That’s it,” I praise him. “So good for me.” He shudders.

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