Screaming for My Step-Brother
Amy's secret attraction to her step-brother Ethan is revealed one night when an awkward situation turns into a night of passion she'll never forget. Will it be everything she's always wanted?
Warning: Contains explicit descriptions of oral sex, masturbation, sex in the shower, and two step-siblings who can't keep their hands off each other! More
Oh. My. God. Even seeing the shadow of his body through the fogged-up glass door was the best view I’d had in six years. Ethan was leaning against the wall, head on his forearm, the lean, muscular lines of his body unmistakable. Every now and then he walked around shirtless, but I hadn’t seen that in a while—and I’d never seen him completely naked. So, like an idiot I just stood there with my mouth open, drinking him in.
On a whim, I let my gaze drift downward. Would I be able to see his cock? And then I felt my whole body heat up when I realized exactly what he was doing.
There was a reason he was leaning against the wall like that. His other hand moved in hard, jerky motions that left little to the imagination. I couldn’t see his erect dick, but well, I’m not that innocent. It’s not like I’d never seen a guy jerk off before…but I have to say, watching Ethan do it was something special. Made me all wet—so much so I probably soaked through my thong. I forgot what I’d come in the bathroom for and watched, spellbound.
I couldn’t think of anything better in that moment than going down on my knees and taking Ethan’s prick in my mouth. Fucking him, maybe. Before I could stop myself, I had my hand down my shorts, rubbing my clit in slow circles as I watched. I swear it seemed like he knew I was there. Like he’d put on a show, just for me. That’s what I pretended, anyway, as I slipped a finger in my wet cunt. Fuck, I wanted to be in there with him…
I bit my knuckles and tried not to moan as I fingered myself. I should stop, I told myself, but I couldn’t. At this rate, I knew I’d get caught. But what did it matter?
And then I heard it, mixed in with the noise of the water and all the rest. He called my name. My fingers stopped their frantic motion as I wondered if I’d heard right. He did it again—“Fuck, Amy…” A throaty groan, drawn out like he couldn’t hold back any more. The first time might have been a fluke, but the second? That one came out clear as day.