Stepbrother Studs Evan Page 3

  And clearly, Faye’s mom had no idea that her stepson had a box full of MILF porn under his bed. Or that there was a journal hidden under that stack of porn that revealed Evan’s true feelings about his stepsister.

  Until that afternoon, Faye hadn’t known either.

  She thought about it as she got changed for bed—a tank top and soft pajama pants.

  She didn’t know what to feel about it all right away. It had happened like an avalanche falling onto her head, and she was trapped at first, numb, unable to move.

  But the more she thought about it, the more her feelings arose. She explored them as they bobbed to the surface, turned them over, peered underneath. Curled up on her bed with her iPhone and a box of graham crackers, she flipped through her photos. She had hundreds, thousands of them—she never remembered to download them to her laptop and hated to erase them.

  She flipped back and back, seeing Evan’s scowl, Evan flipping her off, Evan rolling his eyes. That morphed slowly into Evan’s smirk. A small smile. Him looking at her mischievously from under that dark mop of hair. There they were, Evan teaching her how to drive, him hiding his face behind his hands while she took a picture. From the driver’s seat no less. She chuckled.

  When had it happened? When had Evan stopped asking her to watching horror movies with him in the den? When had he stopped coming into her room, asking how her day was? When had he stopped telling her how he really felt?

  When he stopped smiling at her.

  When he stopped giving her a quick one-armed hug in the morning and started flipping her off instead at the breakfast table.

  When he stopped coming down the hall to her room at all.

  But he still got up to take her to school. He didn’t have to. He picked her up every day, too. All the while scowling and growling and pushing her away more and more. He had been trying, all that time, to make him hate her. But he had failed. Miserably.

  And she had to tell him so.

  She waited for her mother to peek in—making sure to hide her crackers under the covers—and say they were going to bed. It was time for lights-out. Faye told her goodnight, said she was tired. Asked her to turn out the light.

  Faye laid in the dark, listening to her own ragged breath, watched the shadow of the ceiling fan, ears tuned to the sound of crickets outside her window. She waited for the moon to rise, chasing away the shadows.

  Then she crept down the hall. Her parents’ room was next to hers. Then the bathroom. Then Evan’s room, at the end.

  His door was closed, light off. She stood outside, listening, her heart pounding. Slowly, as quietly as she could manage, she turned the knob, easing the door open. He slept with the window open. She heard the crickets, felt a warm breeze as she pushed the door further open. His curtains blew over his bed and she saw him in the light of the full moon, sleeping on his back.

  She shut the door behind her and then clicked the push-button lock. Just in case.

  Standing beside the bed, she looked down at him. One hand rested on his broad, bare chest, the other thrown over his dark head. With his eyes closed, his face relaxed, he looked like the Evan she loved. Had always loved. First, as a brother, then, as a man.

  Even when he’d tried to push her away, it hadn’t changed the years they’d spent together, building a foundation for their feelings. He hadn’t been the only one falling, after all. Faye gazed at him in a way she was never allowed when they were together, when they weren’t supposed to notice things.

  She looked at those broad shoulders, his tapered waist—and now she knew what he was hiding under that sheet. It irked her to think of his muscular, young body being offered up as a delicacy to dissatisfied housewives and bored divorcées.

  Mine, she thought possessively.

  Her jealousy surprised her—and proved to her like nothing else what she was really feeling. Yes, he was her brother. Yes, it was forbidden—taboo. She wasn’t supposed to want him. He wasn’t supposed to want her.

  But she did. He did.

  And now she knew it.

  Just looking at him, remembering how he looked that afternoon, hands above his head, gripping the four-poster as that awful woman sucked his cock, made her mouth water. She wanted to be the one who gave him that kind of pleasure, made him feel something besides just the physical pleasure. But that, too.

  Oh, definitely that, too.

  Faye’s hand moved over the sheet, easing it slowly downward. She bit her lip when she saw he slept in the nude. His cock was soft, but even in its non-aroused state, it rested in a nest of dark hair, still long and thick.

  Then she touched it.

  It was like her hand was a magnet and his cock was steel. And it soon became as hard as steel. She grazed her fingers over the head, rubbing the tip. It rose slowly from his pelvis like a snake, swaying in the moonlight, casting a shadow on his thigh. God, he was gorgeous. He made her mouth water and her pussy clench.

  With delicate strokes, her fingers worked to circle the shaft. Once hard, she could barely close her fist around it. Her thumb and pointer finger teased the sweet spot beneath his cockhead. The head became sticky with his pre-cum. With every motion, she held her breath, waiting for him to wake, to ask her what the fuck she was doing, to tell her to get out of his room and never come back.

  But he stayed sleeping. A few times his breath caught, and she would stop, biting her lip, waiting. By this time Faye's hand crept beneath her pajama pants. Her pussy gushed. She rubbed her pussy lips and worked to find her clit. Her body shivered in delight at the sensation. She wanted to climb on top and ride him.

  “Evan,” she whispered, looking at his sleeping face. Did she really want to wake him?

  She’d gone this far. She had to keep going. Something compelled her.

  “Evan, I’m sorry.” She swallowed, rubbing her fingertip over the head of his cock, down the shaft. “I should have seen. I should have known. I’ve been so stupid.”

  She glanced at his face. His breathing had changed. It was softer, lighter.

  “I read your journal,” she confessed. She pushed her pajama pants down her hips, stepping out of them. “You said you wanted me to come to you in the middle of the night. To climb into bed and…”

  “You shouldn’t have looked.” His voice startled her as he grabbed the hand she was using to caress his cock.

  “I’m sorry,” she said again, standing there, wearing just her tank top now, naked from the waist down.

  “Go back to bed, Faye.” He grabbed the sheet, pulling it up to cover his erection. “Go back to bed and forget it.”

  “I can’t.” She cringed when he pushed at her wrist, edging his body closer to the wall, away from her. “I can’t, Evan. Please…”

  “Go away.” His voice was pained. “Just go.”

  “Please.” She knelt beside his bed in the darkness like she was praying, reaching for him, feeling his muscles, his body tense, taut. “Evan, don’t do this. I read your journal, I know—”

  “You don’t know anything.” He moved her hands away, grabbing her wrists, keeping them caught in his big hands. “You might think you know, but you don’t.”

  “Why did you fuck that woman today?” She winced, but didn’t cry out when his grip tightened on her wrists.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I saw you,” she confessed. “I came into the house. I watched you together…”

  “Jesus, Faye.” Evan let out a slow breath. “What the hell? I told you to stay in the car. Why can’t you just listen!”

  “I’m listening now.” She leaned in closer to him and he let her wrists go. He was all the way to the wall and he couldn’t go back any further.

  “Well, I don’t have anything to say.” He shrank away when she crawled onto the bed.

  “Your journal said it all.” She stretched out beside him, not touching him, just lying there.

  He swallowed. “You don’t know anything.”

  “I know everything.” She dared to s
coot a little closer. “I know you want me.”

  “I’m a guy.” He snorted. “I’d fuck anything that moved. Not my fault you run around here wearing practically nothing. So I look. Sue me.”

  “I want you, too,” she confessed, edging closer still. She could feel the heat of his body. Her pussy throbbed. She did want him. More than anything.

  “Don’t do this.” His voice was strangled. “We’re not going to do this. It would ruin you. I’m not going to ruin you.”

  “How would it ruin me?” She shook her head, reaching out to touch his cheek. He shrank from her touch, but there was nowhere to go. “You think you’re broken? That you’re a monster?”

  A small, pained sound escaped his throat. She stroked his cheek, the side of his neck.

  “Then so am I.” She wiggled closer on his mattress. It was just a twin. It wasn’t hard to bridge the gap. She heard his sharp intake of breath when her thighs touched his, even through the sheet. “Do you know what I did today?”

  “… What?” He swallowed, an audible click. His breath was warm and ragged against her face, the breeze coming in through the window cooling her damp skin.

  “I didn’t just watch you.” She ran her hand over his shoulder, feeling his muscles tense at her touch. She found his hand, slipping hers into his. “Evan, just seeing you like that. With her. I was so jealous. So mad at you.”

  “Faye…” There was a warning in his voice, but she went on anyway, slowly bringing his hand along with her.

  “But I was so turned on,” she confessed. “Oh, I was. I wanted you so much. I stood there in the hallway watching you fuck another woman, and I touched myself.”

  “Oh God,” he whispered as she drew his hand between her legs.

  “I slipped my fingers into my pussy,” she told him in a low voice, using her hand over his to cup her bare little mound. “And I wanted it to be you, Evan.”

  “No, Faye,” he groaned, but his fingers moved over her softness.

  “Yes,” she said, curling her fingers over his, parting her slit. “Feel. That’s how wet you make me.”

  “Oh fuck.” He tried to pull his hand away, but she squeezed her thighs together, kept his fingers there with her. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

  “I know exactly what I’m doing.” She rocked her hips, letting out a little moan as she rubbed his fingers over her clit. “I’m not a little girl, Evan. I know what I want. I know who I want.”

  “Faye, I’m your brother.”

  “Stepbrother,” she reminded him softly, echoing his words earlier today. “I know who you are. I know you better than anyone. Just like you know me.”

  “Please, don’t do this,” he begged as she started pressing his fingers in deeper, working them into her flesh.

  “Oh, but it feels so good,” she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You make me feel so good. I came so hard watching you come today. Harder than I’ve ever come before.”

  He groaned as she started to move his fingers in and out, her hips moving, mimicking a slow fucking motion.

  “It’s just sex.” He swallowed, clearing his throat. “Faye, you’re young. You’re beautiful. Of course I want you. And… if you saw me with Callista—even though I told you to stay in the goddamned car—I can understand how that might excite you. But that doesn’t mean anything, except that you’re a normal, healthy girl. Who just happens to also be my sister.”

  “Oh, stop it.” She pushed at his broad chest with her other hand. He didn’t go far, he was already ass-to-the-wall. “Don’t turn on that superior older brother act with me. It isn’t just sex. Although God knows that’s part of it. Because I’m soaking wet for you and you’re hard as a fucking rock right now.”

  “I am not,” he snapped.

  “Really?” She reached her other hand down and grabbed him through the sheet.

  “Fuck!” He hissed. His cock jerked in her hand, hard as a rock, just as she’d predicted.

  “But it’s not just sex,” she insisted. Now that she had his cock in her hand, she wasn’t going to let it go. “Because when I saw you with her, I knew it was wrong.”

  “Hell yes, it’s wrong, that’s what I’ve been saying,” he snapped. “I’m your brother.”

  “No, not that.” She sighed. “You and her. It was wrong. It felt all wrong. Because you aren’t supposed to be with her. You’re supposed to be with me.”

  “Faye, no.” His mouth kept saying that, but his cock throbbed, and he moaned when she let him go just long enough to slip her hand under the sheet, to grip him with her fist.

  “Yes, Evan,” she breathed, bringing her face close to his, close enough she could see his eyes, silver in the moonlight. “You know, for a guy who couldn’t stop talking about my pussy in his journal, you sure put up quite a fight when it’s right here in front of you. In your goddamned hand.”

  She rocked against him. He hadn’t taken his hand away. His fingers were still inside her, moving in and out, in spite of his words.

  “I can’t.”

  “You think you’re going to hurt me?”

  He nodded slowly, pursing his lips together.

  “Do you know what hurts me?” She swallowed, feeling her lower lip starting to quiver. “What hurts me is your rejection. What hurts me is every time you push me away. You’ve been tearing my heart out, Evan, trying to make me hate you. God, you’re so stupid! You’re hurting me right now. Telling me no.”

  Fuck, now she was crying. Tears slipped down her cheeks.

  “Oh Faye, don’t…” he croaked, his face pained.

  “Please don’t tell me no anymore,” she pleaded, wiggling as close to him as she could, pressing her body to his, her breasts in her tank top to his bare chest, her lips almost touching his. “Please don’t shut me out anymore. Please, Evan.”

  “Oh, sweetheart…” His mouth moved with his words, his lips barely brushing hers, sending a sweet shiver through her body.

  “Please. Let me have this,” she begged him, her hand tightening on his cock. He hissed air through gritted teeth when she did that and she felt his fingers curl inside her. “Let me be close to you. Like this.”

  “I can’t…” He gave out a low moan as she stroked him. “Oh fuck, I can’t stop.”

  If his mouth hadn’t covered hers, she might have screamed and given them away to their parents when he finally gave in. It was like a sudden storm, a torrential rain that soaked her to the skin and made her shiver with its power and ability to make her feel something so strong. That’s what it felt like when he rolled onto her, pinning her to the mattress with his body, the sheet gone.

  “Oh Faye, you don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he whispered, his hands moving over her in the darkness. The weight of him was incredible, leaving her breathless. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t believe you’re here…”

  “I’m here,” she gasped, feeling the heat of his erection against her mound, trapped between them, a steel beam. “You fucking bastard, why didn’t you tell me? You should have told me!”

  “I needed you to hate me,” he confessed, propping himself up on one arm to look down at her in the moonlight. “Or I was going to do something we’d both regret.”

  “No regrets.” She shook her head, reaching down to feel him, thick and hard, rubbing him against her clit. Oh, that was good. She shivered. “And if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to put something in your mouth to make you shut the hell up.”

  “That so?” He grinned. Then he groaned when she slid him up and down her slit.

  “If you keep going, I'll have to stop my gigolo service and dedicate my life to pleasing you in every way,” he warned.

  “Every way?”

  He grabbed her tank top and pulled it up, revealing her breasts. He looked at her like he was going to eat her up, the proverbial big bad wolf. For a minute she was actually scared.

  “Every way,” he growled, lowering his head to chest. She inhaled sharply when his thumb toyed w
ith her erect nipple and his mouth covered the other. He suckled hard, raking his teeth over her nipple, leaving dark hickeys on her skin. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, knowing their parents were right down the hall, but he made her want to scream and thrash. It was her body’s natural reaction and she’d never had to suppress anything so strong before.

  She’d never felt anything like this before.

  His mouth and one hand busy on her chest, he slid his free hand down to her cunt. His finger touched her wet, swollen pussy lips. Acting like a navigator to a starving explorer, she used her hand to edge his fingers towards her throbbing, pulsating clit.

  “Here,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s yours, Evan. All yours.”

  He moaned, her nipple in his mouth, his thumb playing with her clit as he slid one finger, then another and another, into her pussy. She swayed her hips, letting him play her like a video game, while she reached down to grab his cock, jerking him with the same series of quick movements. It wasn’t long before they were both panting and thrusting against each other, eager for more.

  “Easy,” he warned, reaching down to still her hand on him. “I might come.”

  “I want to see you come,” she urged, squeezing his cock, making him moan.

  “Hell no, not yet.” He moved his hips, easing his cock out of her hand.

  Then he was moving her, his muscular arms encircling her thighs. In a single fluid movement, he rolled her on the bed, so he was on his back and she was straddling his face.

  “Don't be loud,” he ordered, his voice firm and authoritative. “You can’t wake up Mom and Dad.”

  “I know, I can be quiet.” She nodded, looking down at him, feeling his hands moving over her hips, squeezing her ass. “Promise.”

  “Taste,” he whispered, lifting his still wet fingers to her mouth.

  She sucked on them, damp from her pussy juices. She tasted each finger, luxuriating in the tangy sweetness. Faye giggled when his stubble tickled her inner thighs. She felt his teeth bite into her upper legs. Each love bite coming closer and closer to her exposed pussy.

  It seemed like a playground game until his mouth found her pussy. Her eyes closed as her body started to drown in the pleasures Evan unleashed from his mouth. Then a tidal wave flooded her body. A pleasure almost incomprehensible in its magnitude.