Elle Brooke Sexy Novels & Stories

She’s my fucking step brother—Christ’s sake! My phone buzzed loudly, the ringtone going off. I glanced down at my still-twitching dick, refusing to jerk off. Flicking off the shower, I headed toward my room, picked up the phone with my eyes glued to the laptop, watching Nora. She sat in bed, looking glum as hell, staring into dead space, wearing her very tight shirt and a little bra-strap peeking. I felt my hand drop to my cock instinctively, a sharp jolt of tingles running down my toes as I stroked slowly, watching her breathe, my eyes dropping from her breasts to her thighs. Fuck, she’s hot.

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

And no sooner do we wrap up than Brooke turns to me, her voice practically a purr, running her finger along my chest. "You know," she whispers, tossing a glance over her shoulder at the staff just out of earshot. The other models are slipping into robes, but Brooke stands there in her lacy bra and panties, completely comfortable. Hell, she should be. Her body is irresistibly hot. "Denise and Jessi are up for a little fun if you are." I look beyond her at Denise and Jessi, the other two models with perfectly perky tits and asses. "Maybe next time."

I wanted the professionalism to die right here in the room. To my shock, Brooke didn't pull away. She let out a soft, shaky exhale and leaned in. Slowly, she grinded her fat, heavy ass right against my hardness in a deliberate movement that made my vision swim. "Is this better, Leo?" she whispered, her head falling back against my shoulder so she could look at me in the mirror. "Much better," I rasped, my hands sliding around to the front of her thighs, pulling her even tighter against me. "But we’re not done with your training yet. Not by a long shot."

Brooke traced a line across his erection with her fingers, Ellie grasped him, causing him to groan with pleasure, both girls moaned, feeling his pleasure as their own. Brooke pressed her body against him, easing her body down to her knees. She took him into her mouth as Ellie stroked him. An intense rush filled him. He felt already on the verge of climaxing. Brooke sucked and pulled at him with her lips. He slipped a hand beneath her shirt from the collar and palmed her breast, feeling the nipple harden at his touch. Powerful pleasure washed over him as the tension built. He could feel it emanating not just from himself but from them.

“From Markie. She can’t make it but she sent these to my place.” I took the bag from her and peered inside. I gasped at the dildo and the handcuffs inside. I giggled, I trust Markie to be very kinky. It had a note that says...Fuck your stepbrother. Enjoy. Speaking of my brother, I looked at him and his eyes were already on me. I walked towards him, our gaze connecting still and sat beside him. Rocco sniffed my hand and rested his head on my lap. I gave him my bag and he opened it, taking out the shirt first.

My pussy loved it. I was soaked. Dripping wet. Tears filled my gaze, every part of me ashamed of what was being revealed. Ashamed of how my body betrayed me. She turned to Leo at once, taking her finger out and holding it up in the air, my wetness dripping off it. "She's wet, Master. Really, really wet." I shut my eyes, lips trembling, disgust and shame burning hotter into me. Leo's dark laughter filled the room, crawling up my skin like dirt. "Soaking," he repeated. "See that, pet? Your big sister's a liar." He laughed louder, and more tears fell down my cheeks, my lips vibrating.

I correct, smirking. “Whatever, bro. Still hot,” she fires back. Kristina’s already peeling her top off the moment my bedroom door shuts behind us. “I don’t care what anyone calls you,” she says, tossing the shirt at my face. “Right now I need my step-brother to ruin me.” Lauren’s dress hits the floor two seconds later. “Make that both of us.” “Everything gets you horny,” Kristina teases, smacking Lauren’s bare ass as she passes.

I couldn’t see everything through the fabric half covering her tits, but she squeezed her breast and moaned softly before twisting her nipple between her fingers. Jesus Christ! I reached out to hold on to the doorjamb, licking my lips as I kept on watching. Little saint was just warming up. She pinched the phone between her chin and shoulder and used both hands to undo the buttons of her shorts. Shit. I wasn’t going anywhere, and she knew it. Heat spread like wildfire around my groin, and my jeans expanded to stretch over my hard on.

I had never met them, but in my anger, I had conjured up images of two greedy manipulative women who tried too hard to compensate for their appearance. I'd never expected to ever meet my stepsister, let alone find her so desirable. Julienne was nothing like the image I had created in my mind and I fucking hated it. She was seduction freaking incarnate and her smart mouth moments ago proved it. She looked so afraid, yet she didn't hesitate to defend herself, her gaze turning defiant. It had taken everything in me to not move to her and smash against those pretty lips- “Sir?” Bene's voice brought me back to reality.