STEPBROTHER'S SINFUL VISIT (1)

Episode 1: Craving Andrew's Crotch

Her body betrayed her. It bent under the sheets, begging for a hard cock. A hot flash squeezed her pussy tight. It throbbed, wet and so ready to be fucked. She squeezed her legs together, wanting the covers to help, but it didn't. A soft moan came out, like she was already cumming.

"Andrew… fu-fuckk, Andrew…ohhhh" Her gaze shifted to her husband's hard dick and shot her hands forward to touch it when the dream broke into a sad morning for her and that's when she knew it. He wasn't here.

Clara jumped up in bed. The covers fell down, showing her hot skin. Her big and sore boobs pressed forward the white fabric of her nightwear. The rigid point of her nipples evident, pleading for the touch of her husband's hands.

She lowered her head to her bare breasts, which arched slightly, a consequence of her wet dream. The sun made her hair shine like gold as she waved it side to side.

Stop it. She told herself. Think of Andrew, how good he is. It worked a little when she was awake. But at night, she lost control. She was so hungry and horny. She was trapped in her own body, wanting things she couldn't have.

Her dreams always ended the same: with Andrew's cock deep inside, making her feel raw and needing more. She kicked off the covers and walked to the bathroom, her feet quiet on the floor.

The mirror reflected her naked. Her body was young, the boobs high and full, the waist small, the hips wide around her wet pussy. At twenty- five, she still looked like seventeen. Andrew liked that.

She lifted a hand and touched her nipples. They got hard right away. Her fingers went down, over her belly, then between her legs, pushing aside the red hair. She touched her clit, and fire shot through her.

She shook.

God, I can't do this! she thought, feeling bad. But the need was alive, eating her up.

She didn't need to touch herself before, but Andrew being gone changed things. She turned around, showing her ass to the mirror, the curves big and round. She rubbed her hands over her cheeks, feeling the soft skin. She didn't need to hurry. She had nowhere to go, no one waiting.

She felt bad for Andrew. He worked so hard, giving up things for them. They both wanted a house, a life together, but it had to wait. They were married less than a year, and already apart. He loved his job, but she missed him so much.

If he let her work, it would be easier. Her money would help them get what they wanted faster. But Andrew was old-fashioned. He wanted to take care of her. And she tried to respect that, even if it hurt. He didn't want other men looking at her.

"You're my wife, and you stay home," he said, his voice strong.

She liked that he wanted her so much. But being alone was hard, crushing her.

After her shower, she dried off and walked naked back to the bedroom. She picked out silk panties, then a bra from a drawer, and put them on the bed. She sat at her mirror and brushed her hair, putting on a little makeup.

She kept it simple. Andrew was the only one she wanted to look good for. No need to get attention. Andrew was the only man she wanted, ever, she told herself.

The doorbell rang, making her jump. Probably just selling something, she thought, or maybe a letter from Andrew. She grabbed a dress, pulled it on, and zipped it up. A quick look in the mirror, a touch to her hair, and she was ready.

The bell rang again, louder. "Just some sec!" she called, rushing to the door.

She was shocked. Her heart beat fast, and she couldn't breathe when she opened the door.

Her younger brother stood there, smiling, hotter than she remembered.

Fuck! He still had the darkest blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Nick!" she said, hugging him tight. Her boobs pushed against his firm chest, her nipples hard against his shirt.

He hugged her back, holding her close, rocking her. He continued to hold her, even when she tried to pull away. Laughing, she finally got free, her face red, her eyes shining. Her body felt good, buzzing against his skin.

He left his bag outside and picked her sister, carrying her up into the living room.

"Nick, you're crazy!" she said, laughing. "Put me down for christ sake!"

He bent and dropped her on the couch, causing her skirt to fly up, revealing her bare hot columns of her thighs.

She pulled her dress down fast, her face hot. "Nick, what the heck are you doing here?"

"It's a long story," he answered, his irresistibly charming step brother replied as he gazed at her skin from head to toe. "Hey, you look hot, pancake!"

"Well, thanks. You look good too. But why aren't you at school? It's not over yet, is it?"

"It is for me. I got in trouble."

He smiled, something bad in his eyes, and went to get his bag.

Clara followed him, her feet soft on the floor.

"What kind of trouble?"

He came back in, carrying his bag, and closed the door.

"Hey, where's Andrew? Still gone a lot, huh?"

"Yes," she said, sighing. "He's been gone for five months. Two more months until he comes home."

"That sucks for you, I guess." Nick's dark blue eyes glinted strangely.

She looked away, her stomach hurting. "It's hard for both of us."

"Well, you have me now. You don't mind if I stay here, do you, Sis?"

She was shocked. She looked at him, thinking fast.

"Well, there's… only one bedroom. The other one isn't clean."

"Hey, no problem. I'll take the couch," he said, grinning. "It's so good to see you!"

He hugged her again, and his lips came down on hers, pushing them apart. It wasn't a brotherly kiss. It was rough, wanting, and so hot.

Clara kissed back without thinking but subsequently shamed. She hadn't felt a man in months, and she was so hungry. Her lips opened, her tongue touched his as if it was Andrew's lips. Scared by how she felt, she tried to push him away, but he held her, kissing her hard, until he let her go. He stepped back, smiling like he won.

She stumbled back, trying to breathe, her heart racing.

"Wh….What the heck happened at school?" she asked, her voice shaking. "You didn't let me know. "

"Oh, that. You know me, sugar. I get all the girls." He shrugged, his face hard. "I got one pregnant."

"What? Nick, why?!"

"That's not the worst. She was the Dean's daughter."

Clara gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.

"The bitch deserved it," he said, cold as ice. "Any girl too stupid to use birth control gets what she gets."

Clara felt cold inside. This wasn't the Nick she knew. College had changed him. He was always wild, jumping from one trouble to another, but she never saw him like this.

"Do you want coffee?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "Or breakfast? I haven't eaten."

"I saw. You just got out of bed." His eyes twinkled, like he knew what she was dreaming.

"I slept in," she said, blushing. "I overslept." She felt like he could see inside her, that he knew about her dirty thoughts with Andrew.

"Well, I ate already. But if you have a hot drink…"

"Sorry, no alcohol here."

"Andrew and I don't drink," she said, trying to sound in charge.

"Fuck!" Nick said, then laughed. She turned red. "Nick, stop it! Watch your mouth!"

"Oh, Sis, you're no fun. Really." He turned and walked to the kitchen, and Nick followed her, gazing at her firm ass as they moved rhythmically from right to left.

"You can make me coffee if you want."

"I have to make it first. I was getting dressed when you came."

Ah… now I get it,” Nick grinned, his tone laced with something far from innocent.