Showering with my stepbrother
When my Mom got married to Brandon Aimes, I kinda knew I would eventually fuck one of the Aimes boys because they were super hot — my step-uncles and stepbrothers and even my step-cousins. They were all hot beach guys from Redondo who spent a lot of time surfing and tanning. No, they weren’ t, especially not Brandon, my Mom’s new husband. But you know what, they were nice guys. I was 18, and I liked to spend time at the beach myself. So when we moved down to Redondo to live with Bandon, I did get to know a lot of these hot surfer dudes. I had a surfer boyfriend within a few weeks. But I always kept my eye on the older stepbrother Mike, who lived in San Diego and only came up every other weekend or so when the waves were better up here. That was the Aimes I wanted to fuck. I only wanted to fuck him once. Because it was too weird, being stepbrothers. But since we had never been kids in the same family or anything, and now we were grown-ups, it didn’t seem too gross. In fact, that little bit of taboo was probably what made it interesting to me. I wasn’t a slut. I didn't really want to cheat on my new boyfriend. But one weekend Mike Aimes came up and he was crashing on the couch in the house where I had a bedroom and my mom and Brandon lived. I came home from high school, it was my senior year, and I had a lot of homework to do so I wasn’t really thinking. I didn't say hi to Mike as I came in, I just went straight to my room and started studying for this Math test, I remember.
“Something wrong, Sis?” a voice asked. I looked up and Mike was at my door.
“No,” I said. “And please don’t call me that. I’m not your sister.”
He knew it kind of bugged me, I guess that’s why he called me Sis sometimes. I guess it was his way of flirting.
“I’m going for a taco,” he said. “Wanna come?”
“No,” I said, not looking up from my math.
“You’re not very friendly today,” he complained. “You don’t even say hello when you come home. You don’t even look up when I ask you out.”
“Ask me out?” I said, looking up at him. “Jesus.”
“Whatayou mean Jesus?”
“Shit Mike,” I said. I was angry then. “There’s about thirty reasons I can think of why that’s gross. One, you know I’ve got a boyfriend, two, you’re 7 years older than me. And yes, three I guess you are my brother. So no, I don’t want to go out with you.”
“How about I just come in there and fuck you instead?” he said.
I was taken aback.
Like I said, they were all real nice polite boys, the Aimes brothers. This was uncharacteristically forward to say the least.
“Excuse me!” I said, trying to sound as shocked as I possibly could.
“Well, the folks aren’t coming home till late,” he said. “They’re helping Uncle Don with his new boat. We have until about midnight. I could fuck you three times before then.”
“Mike!” I gasped. “What the hell? Are you stoned or something?”
“Ah Christina,” he said. “Quit acting like you’re not horny for me. I know you are.”
I put down my pen and must have flushed beet red, because he started laughing.
“Bingo,” he said. “It’s OK, Sis. I won’t tell your boyfriend. I won’t tell anyone. It will just be tonight. And then we’ll pretend it never happened. But come on. Let’s fuck. I really want to fuck you and I think you want to fuck me too. Don’t you?”
“I am not answering that gross question. Get out of my room, Mike.”
I kicked the door closed and picked up my pen. I tried to go back to my math but I was too embarrassed. How the hell did Mike know I wanted to fuck him? I mean, he looked like one of the Beach Boys. I mean, he was sexy, older, and funny and I guess I had masturbated about fifty times thinking of my step brother fucking the shit out of me. But fuck, how did he know?
After about twenty minutes, something came over me. I don’t know why. I stood up from my math. I took off all my clothes, and I walked out to the living room where Mike was lying on the couch.
“Wo, Sis!” he said, wide eyed, as I stood before him naked. “What’s goin’ on?”
He looked a little perturbed.
“Um,” I said. “I’m going to take a shower.”
He squinted at me.
“Okay…”
He looked very confused.
“I’ll leave the door open,” I said. “If you want to look. That’s all I can offer at this point. The rest is too weird.”
I turned and headed into the bathroom. I left the door open as I promised. I got in the shower and stood there, without pulling the shower curtain. In a few seconds I saw him there at the door. I smiled. I was turned on, the warm water making my nipples erect. I took some soap and began soaping my breasts, pretending not to see Mike there. He gulped. I guess this was a pretty nice treat for him. As I took the soap and soaped up my stomach, moving closer to my pussy, I saw him pull out his cock from his jean shorts and start wanking it. I soaped up my pussy pretty good. Then I turned my back to him and soaped up my ass. Then I dropped the soap and bent down to pick it up. It took me a while to pick it up — the soap kept slipping from my fingers. I watched him from between my legs as I bent down to try to pick up that pesky soap. His mouth was all scrunched up and he was really beating it now. He had a nice big cock.
Finally I managed to pick up the soap and I stood up. I went back to caressing my breasts with the soap and let the water flow over my body. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he ejaculated onto the bathroom floor. He turned and went away, as though ashamed. He didn’t even clean it up, the bastard.
After my shower I took a towel and cleaned it up myself. Shit! There was tons of come. This guy was pretty excited, that’s what I figured. That made me excited. I went back to my room and masturbated a few times, thinking of him fucking me.
We didn’t speak about it.
A few weeks later, he came back again.
“Hey how about a taco?” he said, finding me home alone in my room on another afternoon. I can’t remember where my Mom was.
“You want to eat a taco, go ahead,” I said, looking up from my desk. I went over to the bed, lay down, and pulled up my skirt.
In a flash he was down there pulling down my panties and eating my pussy. It felt wicked. I had no idea if my mother was going to walk in. We didn’t even close the door. Everybody would have freaked, older stepbrother eating stepsister’s pussy. But I didn’t care. I pushed my young pussy into my “brother’s” face and even though he wasn’t that clever with his tongue, eventually I came.
“That was a really tasty taco,” he said. “Thanks.”
I felt sort of obligated to reciprocate.
“Lie down,” I said. “I want to eat a hot dog.”
He lay down and I pulled down those jean shorts and pulled out his hard cock.
“You want this hot dog?” he said, holding up his cock.
“Mmm,” I said. And I started sucking it real slow. I worked my way up from the bottom to the top, kissing it lovingly. Then I put the whole helmeted head of his cock in my lips and sucked on it. He moaned.
“Brother, you have a sweet hot dog,” I said.
“Sister, you have sweet lips,” he said, and we laughed.
Soon I had the whole penis in my mouth and I was bouncing my mouth up and down faster and faster and faster, like I’d seen it done in porno movies. At the last second I pulled up and let him shoot that huge load of his all over my face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at my face covered in cum.
“Don’t be, brother,” I said. “It tastes nice.”
His cum was dripping down into my lips. I put my tongue out and sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth, looking at him with wicked eyes.
Wicked good, I thought. That’s what it is, with a stepbrother.
I couldn’t wait to fuck him.
The next time he came back, I waited until everyone was asleep and I snuck out onto the couch where he slept. I started making out with him.
“What are you doing, Sis?” he said.
“Shhh,” I said. “We can’t let them hear us.”
I got him hard with my hand and I got on top of him and started fucking him. It was weird. We couldn’t make a sound. The house was small. If they even heard us breathing heavy they might have woken up. There was something about that pressure to stay quiet that made fucking him especially intense. He had an intense look on his face as I fucked him.
“You’re so beautiful, Sis,” he said.
“So are you, brother,” I said.
I ground my pussy into him and felt that big cock deep in me. It was so forbidden and nice. I could have kept it going all night I liked it so much, but I could see he was going to cum. I fucked him faster and faster and brought myself off just as he came in me.
“Oh shit!” he said. “Do you…”
He was worried about birth control.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” I said.
I climbed off him and went back to bed.
Mike didn’t come back for a while and I heard he had gotten a girlfriend down in San Diego. I was glad. I was starting to get more serious with my boyfriend and if he found out about this incestuous event I’m sure he wouldn’t have been pleased.
Mike and I never fucked again, but we always made eyes at each other at family gatherings. I went to his wedding, to the woman who was that girlfriend he got in San Diego. Even at his wedding we flirted. Toward the end of the night we danced together and he pursed his lips at me like he really wanted to fuck me.
And I pursed my lips at him and held his hands tight.
My brother was cute, hot, and fun to fuck. I’ll never forget him.
Then my mom and his dad broke up and we never saw those guys again. I haven’t been to the South Bay or Redondo or the beach down there at all. But when I drive by the Redondo exit heading south I always think of fucking my brother on that couch in the middle of the night, biting my lip because it was so damn good I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. And this song always comes into my head for some reason. It’s not like we ever listened to it or anything. It was from Sugar Ray, they were a band that came from Redondo I believe. Maybe that’s why I think of that song. It was a song that seemed to be on the radio all summer that year.
“Put your arms around me baby, put your arms around me baby…”
I imagine it’s my stepbrother Mike singing that song. And I imagine myself putting my arms around him, looking him in his tanned handsome face, and kissing him on the mouth for a long time.
“I just want…to fly…”
