Swagger: A Stepbrother Romance Page 7

  Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of my panties he slowly pulled them down, his eyes drinking in each and every inch of me as it was unveiled. My pussy clenched and throbbed as it became exposed, causing me to moan and my hips to buck against him, attempting to entice him into me.

  "Lift your legs."

  I did as instructed, and he pulled my panties over my bottom, down my legs and then off, tossing them to the floor. Reaching over my head, I gripped the rungs of his headboard. "Fuck me, Zach," I felt as though it was the hundredth time I'd asked, but couldn't prevent the words from leaving my mouth again.

  My eyes surveyed his body once more. Strong powerful thighs, massive erect cock, finely defined six-pack abs, broad chest and shoulders, strong chin, dark, smouldering eyes. He was gorgeous. I had been attracted to him for a long time, but had never realized just how amazing he looked until that moment as his body towered over mine, his dark, brooding eyes savouring each inch of my body. I shivered in anticipation.

  Zach palmed my mound, stroking between my folds with his thumb. "Do you always shave or is this for my benefit?" he asked his eyes admiring my bald pussy.

  I always trimmed it, but with the plan in mind to fuck him tonight I’d gone to the extra effort to shave completely for him. I took a fair amount of time and care to ensure it was soft and smooth. The original plan was to have my virginity claimed on cam, but I had a feeling if it was going to be Zach, he’d never take my virginity on cam. Looking up at him, I caught my lower lip between my teeth. "For you."

  "You're killing me, Tia," he groaned. He dropped down over me, taking care to make sure his weight was braced so he didn't hurt me. He caressed my cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb tracing my lower lip.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist again, locking my ankles behind him, pulling him tight. His cock slid against the lips of my soaked pussy, making me whimper for more. I'd never wanted anyone so badly. Of all the times I'd made out with guys in school, none of them had brought me to this level of excitement and need. None of them had me begging them to fuck me.

  "I want you to be my first," I told him timidly, my blue eyes looking deep into his darker ones.

  Zach didn't say anything for a minute or so. It felt like an endless minute to me. If he didn't want me now, while I lay naked under him, wet with desire for him, then he'd never want me. The thought of the cam show had left my mind long ago. All that concerned me now was my primal need to have him deep within me.

  "Are you sure?" Concern crossed his face and I could see in his eyes that he was struggling between what he felt was the right thing and his body’s desire to take what it needed. "Once it's done, it's done, Tia."

  I nodded, slipping my hand between us and grasping hold of his cock, which I began to stroke. His breath caught in his throat as I slid the head of his cock between my wet folds. "I've never been so sure of anything."

  Zach lowered himself to me, his lips lightly kissing the length of my collarbone before working their way up to my mouth. "It might hurt at first, sweetie."

  I didn't care about the pain, the tremors of anticipation that kept washing over my body kept all concerns from my mind but one - to have him in me - filling me to the hilt. "I want you, Zach." I slid the head of his cock along my slit one more time; again I received a deep moan from him in reward.

  Zach closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to mine, considering. My body bucked and gyrated against his, and the head of his cock played at the entrance of my moist heat. Opening his eyes, he pulled back to look at me, eye to eye, once more. Again he asked, "Are you sure?"

  I gave him a slight smile, not a doubt I my mind. "Yes."

  "Okay."

  My mind and body cried out in celebration upon hearing that simple word ‘okay’ uttered from him. I'd have sweet release from the agony that I'd been enduring since I entered his bedroom. I placed a number of kisses across his chest and shoulders, my fingers clutching tightly to his back.

  I felt a pressure as his cock nudged my entrance, and I moaned into his chest. He forced himself in deeper and a slight pain, resembling a burning sensation, began to develop. He pushed a little deeper, burying the head of his cock into my wet, tight core. I cried out as a quick shot of searing pain ran through me, making me feel as though my pussy was about to be split in two. Breathing rapidly, I clutched tightly to him.

  "Are you okay?" he whispered in my ear. "You're so tight, honey. You have no idea how good you feel."

  I nodded and tightened my legs around him, urging him in deeper. "Go all the way, Zach." Just like a Band-Aid, one quick motion and it'll be all over.

  With one quick, forceful thrust, he buried his cock in me to the hilt. While I whimpered, Zach moaned. The slight pain from his initial thrust was soon forgotten as my core started experiencing a different type of fire. And my need quickly pushed my momentary discomfort to the back of my mind.

  Buried balls-deep in me, Zach pushed himself up to look me in the eye, concern written all over his face. "Are you okay?"

  "Oh-my-god, yes!" I smiled widely at him. "Please, take me."

  "You've got it," he replied, returning my smile, then claiming my lips as he began to pull out and then thrust back in once more.

  If his lips weren't covering mine, I’d have cried out as his cock pulled out and thrust back deep into me. Again. And again. Minutes later he was thrusting fast and hard into me as I moaned and whimpered with each thrust. If I'd known how wonderful it felt to have sex I’d would have done it a long time ago. My whole body was humming from the waves of pleasure that kept crashing over me with each thrust of his thick shaft.

  "I'm not going to last long, honey," he warned, as his pace quickened.

  "Just fuck me, Zach." My body was so close to releasing that I could barely breathe. My fingers dug tight into his shoulders as his pace quickened. His breathing became rapid and irregular and his cock tensed inside of me. “Faster, oh God, harder.”

  "Fuck, I love this virgin pussy of yours, Tia," he groaned in my ear.

  So close. Seconds away. My pussy felt as though it was about to explode. And God, did I ever want it to! And finally I was there. My pussy tightened around his cock and my body tensed. "I'm coming!" I screamed out as a flood of warm liquid gushed over his cock.

  "Oh fuck!" His cock exploded into me, his cum mixing with my juices, inside my warm, trembling pussy. Panting, he held me tight and flipped over to his back, bringing me with him so I was straddling him, stretched out over his body. I made a move to get up, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back down on him, keeping his cock securely inside.

  With a sigh, I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I was only slightly aware of the feel of our combined fluids seeping out of me and spilling to his groin and balls. Either way, Zach didn't seem to care, so neither did I. "That... was... amazing," I murmured with a smile touching my lips. I'd never felt so full and satisfied as I did at that moment.

  Zach laughed softly, stroking my hair and planting a kiss on the top of my head. "It was better than amazing."

  Smiling, I drifted off in his arms, with Zach's cock still buried deep within me.

  Chapter 8

  Zach

  The morning sun was peeping through the quarter-inch slit in the bedroom window curtains when I finally awoke. A smile touched my lips at the feel of Tia's soft, petite body curled up next to mine. I kissed the top of her head, as I tucked a loose strand of golden hair back behind her ear. She murmured something incoherent and clung tighter to me, as if I were her lifeline.

  I chuckled softly to myself at some of the crazy ideas Tia came up with. Webcam sex shows was easily her craziest to date, or at least in the amount of time that I'd known her. At least one good thing had come out of her sneaking into my room at 2am. I glanced over at his alarm clock. 7am. It then occurred to me that I was no longer living on my own, but was in our parents’ house, with my stepsister lying naked next to me.

  Shit, 7am!

 
; It suddenly occurred to me that Aunt Rose was supposed to be showing up this morning and she was the queen of early risers. Apparently, she was dropping by to do a load of laundry which was her normal Thursday routine. I groaned inwardly.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck! As much as I loved watching her snore softly as she held tightly to me, I had to wake her. I couldn’t have her in my room if Aunt Rose showed up. I didn't even want to think of our parents' reactions if they were to find out we’d had sex. Her mother was so delicate, she'd surely faint from the shock.

  "Tia," I whispered, while nuzzling her neck.

  "Mmm." Tia adjusted her body against me, her thigh grazing my cock and sending it into an erect state.

  Partly laughing and partly sighing, I ran my hand down her upper arm, giving her a light shake. "Tia, you need to get up, sweetie."

  She moaned a second time and her eyelids fluttered open. A coy smile touched her lips as her sparkling eyes looked into mine. "Morning." She closed her eyes again and tightened her grip on me.

  I chuckled softly, kissing her forehead. I was tempted to leave her be, but the sound of the front door opening, signalling Aunt Rose’s arrival, put panic into me. I nudged her a little harder. "Aunt Rose just came in and is downstairs. You have to get up and into your room."

  That seemed to gain her attention, her eyes sprung open and she leapt from the bed. "Shit, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

  I sat up and watched in amusement as she pulled on her panties and slipped into her t-shirt. My cock hardened fully as my eyes took in the sight of her. Her face was still flushed and her hair, usually silky smooth, was dishevelled. She looked like she had just gotten the fucking of her lifetime. And dammit, I wanted to give it to her again and again and again.

  Later, man, later, I told myself.

  "I just did." My grin widened – more amused than concerned now.

  Tia huffed and retrieved her notebook from the floor then tiptoed to my closed bedroom door. She opened the door a crack and peered out. Moments later, she slipped out of my room, closing the door behind her.

  My smile still hadn't left my lips when I fell back onto the mattress and laced my hands behind my head. I wondered what the events of last night meant for us – if anything. What was she expecting now? Was Tia serious about the webcam show idea?

  I hadn't been keen on the idea to start with, but now that I'd spent the night with her, I really didn't like it. If she was serious and she found another man to participate with her, God help that man. I would make sure the fucker didn't come near her for a second show. The vision of Trevor flashed into my mind. Was it possible that he wasn’t her date, but a contender for the sex-cam show?

  In truth, I wasn't sure how I felt about these new feelings towards her, especially considering her feelings were a wild card. As much as I hated the idea of having ‘the talk’ I decided that in this situation we'd have to have it. If she was some random woman I’d met in a bar and brought home for a one-night-stand it wouldn't concern me much - but she was my stepsister. I cared for her in ways a brother - stepbrother even - really shouldn't, so there was no doubt we’d have to talk when Aunt Rose left and we were alone.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Tia

  Now that I’m officially eighteen I was able to set up an account for my personal webcam show. I’m going to assume that given what had happened between me and Zach last night that he would be good to go on the camming. And I liked the idea that I had been right about him, he'd be perfect. Sexy, a huge cock, and oh my God the way he made my body sing last night, just the thought of it got me wet.

  Zach was perfect.

  Finishing up my registration, I shut down the computer and headed for the bathroom. I hadn't even showered yet; I’d been so excited about getting the registration set up for myself and Zach. Not that I minded having a reminder of my night with him still on my body. Stopping at the linen closet outside the bathroom, I pulled a large blue bath towel down from the overhead shelf.

  "Aunt Rose is gone. Would you care for some company?"

  My heart thumped wildly in my chest, and my core suddenly ached for the man who owned the deep, sexy voice. With my face growing warm, I turned to face him, clutching the towel to my chest. A shower with Zach? Oh yeah, I'd like that a lot! The dampness between my legs increased.

  "I'd like that," I replied glancing down the length of his body until I reached his groin. His cock, hard and erect, bulged against his navy boxer briefs. A shiver of anticipation shot through me upon remembering how it felt having him inside of me.

  He closed the distance between us and slid a hand behind my neck. He gently massaged the nape of my neck while pulling me closer to him. I closed my eyes and moaned, tilting my face up to his, anticipating the meeting of our lips.

  His lips swept over mine, making me long for more.

  "Tease," I chided, reaching up and pulling him down to me. I heard him chuckle lightly as he kissed me with more passion. He sucked in my bottom lip and, when I whimpered for more, slipped his tongue past my teeth and into my mouth.

  I moaned against his lips, rubbing the length of my body against him, enjoying the feel of his thick, long shaft against my stomach. I ran my hands along his broad, muscular shoulders, my fingertips tracing the contours of solid muscle. "Your body is amazing," I whispered pulling my lips away from his so I could plant a series of kisses along his chest.

  "I was about to say the same about yours," his voice was thick with the desire that had risen within him. He grasped the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing from last night and pulled it up over my head, tossing it to the floor.

  Grinning, I tilted my head up to look at him, as he backed me into the bathroom. His lips claimed mine again, kissing me with increasing urgency. A hand swept over my ass, cupped it, and gave it a light squeeze. When he had me against the bathtub, he reached over and turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until the flow was perfect.

  Despite my protest he pulled his lips from mine and swiftly removed his boxer briefs. Falling to his knees, Zach kissed my flat stomach and I moaned, grasping his shoulders for support. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and, inch by inch, pulled them down my hips, his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh as it was revealed to him. My breath caught in my throat and my fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders when he pulled my panties down all the way, parted the lips of my pussy and flicked my swollen clit with his tongue before standing up again.

  "You're a cruel man." I kissed the side of his neck quickly and stepped into the shower. I turned to face the stream of warm water, allowing it to cascade over my head, and down my body in glistening droplets. After a moment I realized Zach still hadn't joined me.

  Opening my eyes I looked over at him. Zach was leaning against the sink, his arms crossed over his massive chest, with his eyes drinking in every inch of my wet body, his cock as solid as granite. I felt my face grow warm, but I loved the way his eyes studied me with such intensity. "Are you coming?"

  Zach nodded and stepped into the shower, facing me with his back against the gushing stream. "Turn around," he ordered, picking up a bath sponge and filling it with shower gel.

  Nodding, and anxious to feel his hands on me, I did as I was told. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and enjoyed the feel of his hands as he began to wash my back. Starting with my shoulders, his hands massaged, cleansed, and teased my flesh.

  Damn, it felt good. His hands were so gentle, and touched me with such expert care. He brushed my hair over one shoulder and trailed feather-light kisses down the length of my neck. Oh-my-god! My knees were turning to jelly under his touch.

  I could never have imagined that my stepbrother Zach – the jock, the womanizer, the guy I used to argue with simply to cover my attraction for him – would one day touch me so lovingly.

  Lovingly?

  Zach's hands and mouth worked their way down my body - washing and teasing - until he was kneeling behind me. His hands palmed my ass, while he placed kisses down my lo
wer back. I moaned, reached behind me, and braced myself up by the back wall.

  "Turn around." His hands urged me to face his direction. Turning, I confronted the stream of water once again. The warm jets hit my neck, the droplets shimmying their way down my breasts and stomach. "Hold on to my shoulders, Tia. I want to taste you." Hooking a leg with his arm, he positioned it over his shoulder.

  Gripping tight to his shoulders, I looked down and watched Zach as he parted the lips of my pussy and plunged a couple of fingers deep into me. "Oh, Zach!" I cried out, letting my head fall back as ripples of pleasure shot through me when he stroked my inner wall.

  My pulse began to race as my arousal escalated. Looking back down at him, I watched as he buried his face in my pussy. Oh fuck! My hips bucked against his mouth as his tongue flicked at my sensitive nub.

  "Fuck, you taste good, Tia," he rasped. He licked and sucked at my clit, while his fingers pumped into my core. My body was now a raging inferno of want and need. I continued to buck against him, my fingernails digging deeper into his shoulders, leaving angry red gashes.

  Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he replaced his finger with his tongue. "Fuck, Zach!" I cried out as his tongue fucked me. "I need your cock, please!"

  I could feel the vibration of his light chuckle in my pussy. I was rapidly coming to the point of climax. So close that my body began to vibrate against him, my hips wanted to buck wildly, but his hands kept me securely in place, intensifying the sweet anguish. I let my head fall back again, as a final tremor washed over me and I came over and over, into his mouth.

  I felt my knees give out under my weight, but he effortlessly caught me in his arms. Standing, Zach pulled me tight against him and his lips claimed mine. He kissed me roughly, his self-control disintegrating and giving way to the primal lust inside. And I liked it. Oh God, I liked it more than I ever could have imagined. I liked the taste of my juices on his lips and in his mouth. I gave in to him, pressing myself tight against him, my breasts crushing against his chest.