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Time seemed to pause when he claimed my lips, pulling me into a world that I had only dreamt of. His tongue forced its way down my throat, leaving me breathless, but I didn't care. 

With a swift hand movement, he pulled my dress over my head, and my voluptuous boobs bounced to life, my nipples aching and poking his chest. 

Flinging the dress in the air, he possessively wrapped his arms around my waist, crashing his lips on mine again like he needed them to survive.

We staggered backwards, sideways and front again, our hands roaming each other, releasing weeks of built up tension and craving, needing more even if it was forbidden. 

He finally broke the kiss, fixing his eyes on mine while I struggled to catch my breath. 

"Tell me Elena, is this what you've always wanted? Me?" He asked, a hint of pride in his voice. 

I didn't care that he was a man who could get any girl in his bed whenever he wanted it, I didn't even care if he wanted to add me to the list of girls he had fucked. I just wanted to feel that big cock that I've always fantasized about in my cunt, making my walls sore. 

"Yes." I answered bluntly. 

"That simply won't do." He shook his head, as if disappointed. He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. 

"I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. 

"And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff. 

I shuddered. 

"So tell me," he raised his head again, a grin tugging on the corner of his lips, "tell me what you want me to do to you." 

I squeezed my thighs again, feeling sinful sensations creep up them and into my stomach. 

Was this a dream? Was my handsome stepbrother actually asking for ways to please me? But why would he? He never did anything without something being in it for him. 

But I was too afraid to ask, I didn't want to ruin it. 

"Will you really do anything I say?" I asked, shrinking back into the sofa as he brought his face closer to mine. 

"Anything.." his index finger brushed against the tip of my clit, and a silent moan left my lips. 

"I'll tell you then." My eyes rolled shut, and I felt his lips on mine again, but only briefly as he moved those cold lips to my neck, slowly trailing kisses down to the space between my aching boobs. 

"There.. don't stop doing that, touch me there, suck my nipples until I can no longer feel them." My voice was barely above a whisper as I spoke, and he listened. 

His finger continued to brush against my clit, lightly and then harder, rubbing in circles and then stroking, sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. 

His lips moved again, from the top of my right breast, to my areolas, before finally settling on my nipple, latching on like a baby, his tongue flicking over my nipple.

"Oh... Frederico!" I arched my back instantly, getting drenched once again, my eyes shutting tighter.

"Yes! Harder.. bite me!" I ordered, my hand finding its way to the back of his head and digging into his hair, pulling aggressively. 

He sucked on my nipple, every suction driving me insane. Wet, slurpy and firm, it drove me to the point of madness. Then, he bit me, while still stroking my bulging clit like he wanted to scrape it off. 

"Fuck, yes!" 

He bit me, harder than I had expected, sending bolts of electrifying pleasure shooting through my body. Then, hand around my waist tightened, as if pinning me down. 

"Oh.. God! Bite me, make me cum Frederick!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut and pulling his hair harder. 

He lifted his head and sighed, a throaty groan escaping from him. "I think I prefer Frederico now." 

I couldn't help but smile at that, but when he started to flick my clit like it had committed some sin, a scream tore from my throat. 

"Let me hear you scream, Elena. Show me just how much you've craved for me." He mumbled, returning his lips to my wet, erect nipple, sucking even harder than before. 

The entire room wreaked of lust, the very one that I had given into. The sound of his lips sucking desperately on my nipple clouded every sense of my reasoning. 

He bit me again, harder this time, his strokes getting harder, faster and more intense. I felt the heat rising within me, I felt myself giving into the sinful touches of my stepbrother. 

I couldn't believe it, even without taking off my panties, he was leading me to an intense orgasm, one that I hadn't felt in years, not even with my exes. 

"Frederico! Don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum! Oh my fucking god, I'm gonna cum!" My back arched, my clit throbbed, and I pushed his head closer to my boobs. 

He let out soft moans as he sucked on my nipple, seducing me even further. I opened my eyes to look at him, only to find out that he was already staring at me. 

With his tongue, he flicked my nipple, making sure that I was watching him drive me insane. 

"Oh.. gosh!" 

"Mmm." He chewed on it, softly, but hard enough to send me into a frenzy. 

His strokes got faster, and I felt it, I felt the orgasm rising within me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I pulled his hair tightly, moving my waist on his hand, humping and craving for this release. 

"Yes!" I let out a loud shriek as my whole body broke into violent spasms. He finally pulled away, still kneeling there and watching me shake from pleasure, my groans and moans filling the room. 

I hadn't recovered, but I wanted more.. I wanted his cock. I wanted it in every hole, to fill me up until I couldn't take any more.

He followed my eyes, tracing them to his erect dick, but he chuckled and got to his feet.

Despite my ragged breaths, I raised my head to look at him, confusion visibly etched on my face. 

"You want this?" He motioned to the big boy, and I shamelessly nodded my head. 

He leaned in, enough for his warm breath to dance on my skin. And then, he whispered;

"Then you'll have to earn it." 

I should have known, that statement was the beginning of all my problems.