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I tried to be good. Really, I did. But before I knew it, we were making out in the hallway and I was pushing him into his room and then dropping to my knees.
When that robe fell open and I saw his big beautiful dick, I just had to have it in my mouth.
“Yes,” he grunts as I suck him off, moving my clenched lips up and down his shaft. I’m squeezing the base of his dick, my hand resting on his balls.
“That’s it, girl,” he growls as his grip on my hair tightens. It makes me crazy, feeling his strength and knowing he’s barely controlling himself because of me.
I swirl my tongue around his head as I jerk him off, sliding my clenched fist up and down his long hard shaft.
He sucks in a sharp breath and starts cumming. I shove his jolting cock into my mouth and moan when I feel him pulsing against my tongue.
I swallow every tasty drop, and even then, I don’t want to let it go.
Finally, I release him and wipe the wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand.
My pussy isachingas I stand up with a shy smile on my face.
I’m wondering if I should leave, but he gets up and puts those strong hands back on me. He strips me in record time, turns me around as rough as a caveman, bends me over the bed, and thrusts his cock—that’s still as hard as a rock—into my burning pussy.
I drop my head and close my eyes, focusing on the blissful feeling of August’s cock sliding in and out of me.
It’s so good. It’s so fucking good…
We don’t last as long as last night.
After a few powerful drives of his hips, I’m cumming all over my stepbrother’s cock.
His sexy grunts fill my ear as he unleashes another load deep inside me.
We collapse onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling as we try to catch our breaths.
“Uh oh,” August says as he looks at the door. “Busted.”
I dart up with my heart pounding, expecting to see my mom, but it’s just Lucy.
She’s standing in the doorway, watching us with her tail wagging.
I drop back down on the bed with a sigh.
It was Lucy this time, but if we’re not careful, the next time could be my mom.
* * *
Brandon and August have a nice family. I met all of them from August’s four-year-old niece who dropped a Cheeto in my glass of wine to his uncle Bill who told me about the different types of bass fish and which lures are best to catch each one. I was very thankful when August pulled me away from him with a fake emergency.
We snuck heated looks across the room all night, but we didn’t do more than that. We were good.
I hope I can make it last through the rest of the holidays.
“That was a fun night,” Mom says in a tired voice as Brandon drives us home.
It’s snowing lightly as we drive along the dark highway, listening to soft Christmas music. I had three glasses of wine and a few sips of a disgusting eggnog that I dumped into the sink when no one was looking, and it’s starting to hit me now.
I sink into the seat, rest my head on the soft leather, and look at August.
He’s so beautiful. He’s all dressed up in a collared shirt with a dark gray sweater on top of it. His long messy hair is pulled back and those killer eyes are sparkling in the highway lights.
I slide my hand out between us. He slides out his and we hold hands the whole way home, just gazing at each other and falling deeper in love.
