Claimed by My Stepbrother

Chapter 16

I shake my head, and lean down to her ear, tugging her lobe between my teeth while I tug her nipples between my soapy fingers, earning myself the sexiest little whimper. “They’re out for the day, baby. Means I have all day to dirty my little sis up and not get caught.”

Another moan echoes in the bathroom as she drops her head back, her chest jutting further into my demanding hands. Her nipples are so sensitive. And they seem to like the bite of a pinch. She practically trembles when I give them a tight pull. Man, she was made for me.

I run my sudsy hand down her stomach. All the way down to her thick blonde patch of curls sitting above her happy little button of nerves. “Can I tell you a secret, sis?” My husky voice has her eyes fluttering back open, need burning hot in her stare. “Remember when I barged in on you last week?” She nods on a moan as I tease through her coarse curls, loving the fact that she doesn’t shave. “It wasn’t an accident, babe. I was hoping I’d catch you naked and get to see this pussy.”

I drop my fingers lower and rub her swollen little button, watching her eyes flutter as she trembles against me. “But you were hidden under that robe of yours.”

The moment I heard the shower turn off, I listened at my door. And when her bedroom door closed, I went straight across the hall and opened it. Of course, I apologized for my forgetfulness and barging in without knocking, but I was hoping to catch her naked. Ever since I woke to her hot little dream, I’ve been a starving man. And I could no longer fight my cravings. But my girl was covered up in her big robe and I didn’t get to see a thing.

“I peeked once,” she says. Her cheeks suddenly deepening a shade. My dick peeks up with curiosity, eager to hear how naughty she’s behaved. “You’d fallen asleep on the couch, and I couldn’t help myself. He’s always poking me whenever we lay together, and I wanted to see how big he was. But you stirred as I pulled your waistband back, so I didn’t get a good look.”

Oh fuck. Just the image of my curious girl trying to get a look at my dick has cum dribbling down the drain of the tub. “You should’ve just asked, baby.” I groan, giving my cock a squeeze to stave off the orgasm. She hasn’t even touched me and I’m about to come. “I would’ve shown him to you. I would’ve let you touch him, too.”

Another one of her sexy moans fills the steamy space as I start to jerk myself up and down, tight and slow. I just need to take the edge off. Make the ache in my balls subside enough to where I can function. Her eyes are entranced by my movement. She’s riveted on the show. And she clearly likes what she sees.

“He’s ready to be washed, baby.”

Her eyes dart up to mine, and a nervousness creeps into her features. She’s never given a hand job before or done anything sexual, so I’m going to have to guide her through.

“This is the first for me, too,” I assure her. I’m just as inexperienced as she is. Although, I’ve spent enough time in my head, living in my fantasies, to know exactly what I want to do with her.

I take the bar of soap and place it in her hands, rubbing them together until they’re nice and lathered. I place it back on the shelf then wrap her hands around my thick shaft. Just having her hands on me makes my cock throb. As soon as she starts stroking, my sack is going to be cleaned out, pipe bursting of cum. I want her to come first, but I don’t think I have enough willpower to stop what’s happening. For the first time in my entire life, I’m getting touched by someone other than me, myself, and I.

“My fingers don’t fit around him, Cord.”

I look down. Her hands are so much smaller than mine, but damn do they feel good. Silky and smooth. All slippery with soap. Exploring my shaft. Gliding over me from top to bottom. Twisting her wrist and squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure. The way she’s looking at me—eager, intrigued, and hungry—has me nearly busting my nut.

“Feels incredible, baby. Don’t stop.” I can barely get the words out as she tightens her grip and pumps faster. My control is slipping. The pleasure building. Expanding in my balls. Pulsing through my shaft. Heat rushing up my spine.

“It’s getting bigger,” she whispers, her eyes still mesmerized by the sight. I’m mesmerized by her beauty and those magical hands, which are no longer hesitant or inexperienced but know exactly how to rub me off.

“That’s because I’m going to come,” I groan.

“Really?” The excitement in her voice sends me right over the edge. Cum flooding out of me. Pleasure shooting up my spine and throughout my entire body. I brace my arm against the wall, keeping myself upright as she pulls the orgasm out of me. Never in my life did I know it could be this powerful. Been stroking myself for a long time and there’s no comparison.

If this is how good a hand job feels, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like inside her mouth. Or…deep within her pussy. God, just the thought has another wave of pleasure plundering through me.

“There’s so much cum. Is that because he’s so big?”

Her sweet innocence is going to be my undoing. My sack is already filling again, ready to show her just how much cum he’s been storing up for her.

“It’s you, baby. You do that to him.” Even when I jerk myself off, I don’t get this kind of volcanic eruption. It’s all her.