Steamy Summer With My Stepbrother (mf Pseudocest / mmf)
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Erotic tension reaches new heights when Grace finds herself lusting after her rebellious stepbrother Jake. A weekend at a lake cabin brings the two closer, but Jake's secret relationship with his best friend Ian turns the blossoming romance into a tumultuous love triangle. Warning: This 30,000+ word story contains multiple explicit, sizzling hot sex scenes guaranteed to push all the right buttons! More
Erotic tension reaches new heights when Grace finds herself lusting after her rebellious stepbrother Jake. A weekend at a lake cabin brings the two closer, but Jake's secret relationship with his best friend Ian turns the blossoming romance into a tumultuous love triangle. Warning: This 30,000+ word story contains multiple explicit, sizzling hot sex scenes guaranteed to push all the right buttons!
With one hand, he brushed several clinging, wet strands of my hair aside and found more skin for him to press his lips against, over and over between words. “You always seemed so… I don’t know, whenever I tried to tick you off, you didn’t even seem to care. It was fucking frustrating.”
I decided to reciprocate and placed one thoughtful kiss on his shoulder.
“You have no idea how many times you made me cry, do you?”
He didn’t reply. Just when I started to think that I had made him uncomfortable with the blunt question, I felt his hands sliding lower, down my back. He cupped my buttocks, and adjusted our fit until suddenly, I could feel his erection against me. I gasped from the sheer sensation of being pressed against hot, hard flesh with only a thin layer of polyester between us. The water was cool around us. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought he had a fever.
“That’s what you do to me, Gracie,” he rasped into my ear. “One damn year away from you, and I go from hating your guts to this.”
The grip of my legs tightened around his waist. My body was warming with quiet excitement. Both of us breathed noticeably harder. All I wanted was to melt against him, to stay there and feel him so close for as long as I could.
He stirred a need within me that scared me. Feeling anxious, I pressed wild kisses to his neck and shoulders. It was the safest outlet I could think of for my sudden lust. Dazed, I felt him do the same to me. Our caresses grew in urgency, almost as though we were both caught in some kind of passionate, terrifying whirlwind. My lips kissed their way along his jaw before I even realized how close our mouths were getting to be to each other. All Jake needed to do was dip his head the slightest bit at just the right moment, and we were locked in a searing kiss.
It was nothing like the gentle first kiss I had experienced with him the evening before. This was all heat and lust, the precursor to something far better, and far more frightening. I was acutely aware of every bit of his body that touched me. His muscles shifted under my hands as he adjusted his grip, and his cock throbbed urgently against me. He dragged my lower lip between his teeth and sucked my tongue into his mouth, all of it demanding and overwhelming.
My brother, I was in the process of discovering, was an incredibly good kisser. It took him only seconds to make me moan with untamed lust. Part of me wanted to guide him into me right there and then, to have him f**k me until I screamed, to let him have his way with me completely.