Dirty Desires

I have a crush on my Step brother. Jason is a cool and sexy six-two footed grown man.

I barely talk to Jason, we just don’t connect, he is either outside for basketball practice or inside playing video games. I was asked to call him out for dinner and I saw him coming out of the bathroom unclothed, immediately I stepped out unnoticed.

Ever since that night, I have been touching myself while thinking about him.

My dad and Stepmom had gone on a trip this Afternoon, leaving me and Jason home alone.

I loved it, I feel so happy.

“Grace” Jason called.

“Yes” I answered timidly.

I turned to him to see his sweaty chest, long arms and wide palms. His shoulders were broad enough to block out the world, a solid clean line of a classic V-taper.

He had just finished his basketball practice, I could still smell his cologne in the air.

“Dad said to take care of you” He said smiling.

I was already soaked from looking at his shorts and seeing myself pull it off and get his cock deep down my throat.

My face turned red, I could feel myself dripping.

I ran into my room, fell to my feet and shoved my hand into my panties, one finger into my folds gently. Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands.

“Are you okay?” He said as he opened my door.

He left saying nothing, I was so embarrassed. I had never imagined he would open my door.

In shame, I buried my head under my duvet.

I came out of my room to get water, he was sitting in the sitting room on his phone, I walked silently trying to not get his attention.

“Are you good now?” He asked.

“Ye..s” I stuttered.

“Can we act like nothing happened?” I asked desperately.

“Sure” He said.

I never thought he would have let it go so easily.

At night, it started pouring heavily, rain lashing the windows so hard. My nipples feels hard, I shoved three fingers inside myself, stretching and fucking myself hard and fast, moaning softly. I held my neck with my hand like a slut, hoping he barges in again.

I hit orgasm, he still isn’t here like I wished.

I walked to his room still soaked, and I found him touching himself while looking at my picture. His shoulder carved, and the deep v of his torso, his tight abs, and the thick curved cock in his hand.

He walked to me, grabbed me and I kissed him. His hands went down to my ass and he carried me.

Four steps and he dropped me on the bed, spreading my legs. I pulled off my panties as he squeezed my hard nipples, I gasp and moaned soflty,

Then he dropped down to his knees, and sucked my clit hard, flickering his tongue inside like a cat drinking water. I screamed, my heart racing while he was eating. Two fingers inside me, and he curled them hard alongside his tongue. I gasped and came, pouring like a loosened tap.

That didn’t stop him, he kept sucking, licking, fingering me until my legs were shaking intensely. Then he raised me and turned me, I held his cock “You’re such a naughty girl” he said looking into my eyes. I smiled, putting it into my mouth, down to my throat. Inch by inch, hitting the back of my throat until spit dripped of my chin and tears ran down my cheeks, he held my head guiding me, controlling me, while thunder crashed outside. In and out until I choked of his thick cock.

I shoved his cock into my pussy, we both gasped. He started slowly and he grabbed my neck, one brutal thrust, then fast. He fucked me hard, relentless. I wrapped my legs around his waist, he kept stroking, the bed started creaking.

He pulled out, turned me over, onto my stomach. I went down to my knees. Both hands gripping waist hard. He stroked back in and took me from behind, every thrust hitting harder, deeper, until I was sobbing.

“Please… please… Jason…”

I moaned loudly, coming again. I soaked his bed sheets.

We collapsed with our back to the ground, breathing like we did some intense training. He kissed me rolling his tongue against mine.

“My little slut” he said as he stood up.