Dear Stepbrother, I Want You Page 6

  Our bodies crashed together again and again, her pussy clinging to me so tightly and milking me up and down, until I knew I was going to follow her over that edge.

  “Channing! Oh fuck, Channing!”

  “Come for me, princess,” I growled into her lips, my muscles tensing and my hands tightening on her. I could feel my balls drawing up and my cock swelling even harder inside of her.

  “Come for me right now and take every drop of my cum.”

  Thank God the house was empty, because Everly screamed like a banshee when she came. Her walls tightened around me, rippling up and down every inch of my cock. And I fucking lost it.

  I roared into her neck, my arms wrapping tight around her body as I drove my cock deep inside and just let go. She cried out as my cum erupted deep inside of her — thick ropes of my sticky seed coating her walls and pumping against her womb as my balls emptied every single drop I had inside of her tight, sweet pussy. Everly shuddered against me, gasping and panting as we finally came to a stuttering stop.

  Ten minutes later, and I knew without a doubt I was in heaven. We were tangled up in Everly’s sheets, me on my back and her curled up into me, one leg across mine with her head on my chest.

  Yeah, fucking perfect.

  “I can’t believe you snooped in my room for that letter,” she giggled, running her fingers over my chest.

  “Oh I was snooping in your room for your panties, princess,” I growled. She laughed, nuzzling into me and kissing my chest.

  “Pervert.”

  “Step-brother fucker.”

  She gaped, her face a mask of mock, over the top shock as she shook her head at me and grinned. “You’re terrible.”

  “You’re perfect.”

  She smiled, blushing as her lip caught between her teeth. Slowly, I kissed her gently, letting our lips melt together. I pulled away and glanced at the time, and my pulse quickened.

  It was time. Now or never. Time to take the leap. I just prayed she’d take it with me.

  “Everly,” I said her name quietly, and her smile dimmed as she saw the concern on my face.

  “What is it?”

  “That letter—” She blushed but I shook my head. “You showed me your secrets. Now let me show you mine.”

  She arched a brow, and when I started to pull away, she frowned.

  “Channing, what’s—”

  “Is there anything for you here?” I said quietly. “I mean here here, not just in this house. In this life.”

  Her mouth went small, and she swallowed before she took a slow breath.

  “You,” she whispered. Fuck, my heart grew three times bigger when she said it.

  “Take me out of the equation though.”

  She instantly shook her head. “Then no.”

  My eyes locked with hers. “I know about California.”

  Her brows shot up, and her jaw dropped. “Wait, what— how do—”

  “Of course I know, princess,” I said softy. “I couldn’t let you just fly away, little bird.”

  “I— Channing, I don’t want to leave anymore. I want to say here with—”

  “What if we go together?”

  The room went silent, and Everly gasped quietly.

  “To California?”

  “To California.”

  “Channing, but your job here, and—”

  “I have a job waiting for me. A fresh, new firm, and they’re looking for a young new partner.” I shook my head, my eyes narrowed. “Today was my last day with your father’s firm, Everly. Actually—” My smile was grim. “Today is everyone’s last day at that place.”

  Everly’s eyebrows shot up.

  “What?”

  “Your father…” I’d been struggling to find the way I’d tell her without hurting her, and hoping when it came time for it, the words would just come.

  They didn’t.

  “Everly, your father—”

  “Is a scummy crook,” she spat out, shaking her head. “Channing, like I don’t know the kind of law firm he runs, with all those asshole lawyers of his suing women when their husbands cheat and leave them? Yeah, I know exactly what he is. It’s why I’m going to school in California, away from here.”

  “There’s been an anonymous tip reported to the state Bar Association and the District Attorney’s office, about some of the shadier shit being pulled at that place. That and some of the internal harassment shit that’s being covered up by your father and the other partners.”

  Everly’s jaw dropped, and I was still worried — still worried that she’d hate me for this — until slowly, I saw her start to smile.

  “Oh you are good,” she grinned, pulling me into her and kissing me. “Wait, are we seriously doing this?”

  “Only if we do it right now, princess,” I whispered. “The DA is crashing down Ken’s door just about now. And if we’re still here when they get through with him, I don’t know what he’ll do.”

  “Let’s do it,” she said breathlessly, her arms wrapped tight around me. “Let’s leave, together.”

  “Pack your bags then, love,” I said softly.

  Everly whirled, dashed to her closet and yanked out a duffle bag. She marched over to her dresser, opened every drawer, and dumped each one into it. She zippered it shut with a flourish and whirled to me, grinning.

  “Okay, I’m ready.”

  I chuckled, my cock stirring. “You should probably wear some too, princess.”

  Everly grinned, her cheeks red as she sauntered over to me and leaned out to kiss me.

  “Do I have to?”

  I growled.

  “Princess, as far as I’m concerned, you can sit naked in that seat next to me the whole fucking drive to California.”

  She giggled, kissing me hungrily before she dove into her bag and yanked out some shorts and a t-shirt.

  “You know, just in case.” She winked as she slipped them on. I yanked my pants up, loosely tugging on my dress shirt.

  “What about your stuff?”

  I smiled. “Already in the car when I left my apartment this morning.”

  “Would you have gone without me?” She bit her lip. “I mean, if I hadn’t have come in, or if I’d have said no—”

  “I’d have taken you anyways then,” I groaned. “I’d have thrown you over my shoulder, tossed you into my car and stolen you away anyways.”

  “That a promise?”

  “Always,” I growled as I leaned in to kiss her slowly. “That everything?”

  Everly turned and glanced around her room. She picked up her bag, and then slipped her other hand into mine.

  “Now it is,” she said quietly.

  “Time to go find our new lives, princess,” I whispered, making her squeal as I scooped her and the bag up in my arms, chuckling as I tossed her over my shoulder and headed downstairs.

  Minutes later, we were roaring away from the life that’d tried to make us things we weren’t, and keep us from being together. The miles drove on, and as my hand slid across the seats to entwine with hers, I knew there’ be nothing but sunshine in our future.

  Sunshine, freedom, love

  And lots of letters…

  Epilogue

  Everly

  Water teases over my feet, and I look up from my paperback to realize the tide has come in much more than I thought. I smile, letting the late afternoon sun warm my skin as it starts to set over the gorgeous big Pacific Ocean. My toes curl in the sand, and I breathe in the fresh air and sunshine.

  Suddenly, hands grab me from behind, and I shriek as my heart jumps into my throat before I hear that chuckle behind me

  “You dick!” I gasp, shaking my head at Channing — in just a perfectly fitting black bathing suit — as he plops down on the sand behind me. He grins that insanely gorgeous smile at me, sending a throb of heat into my core that takes my breath away. I try and slap at his chest for scaring me, but he just chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.

  “Som
eone lose track of time?”

  I nod. “Yeah. It’s a really good book.”

  “Learning anything good?”

  “Yeah, actually.”

  “Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—”

  He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him, tickling him for teasing me before our lips find each other’s, and we sink into a kiss there on the beach blanket.

  “It’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, you big doofus,” I mutter, hefting my paperback.

  Channing just grins at me. He does that a lot these days — smiling. More than he used to back on the east coast. It’s the sun out here, or the weather maybe. Or maybe it’s just that out here, we’re ourselves, and we can be free and happy, as us.

  When we left a year ago, we got out of the mess back home just in time. We’d both known my dad’s firm was pulling shady stuff, but when the District Attorney started poking around, all kinds of skeletons fell out of the closet. Embezzlement, fraud, money laundering — they even hit him and the other partners with conspiracy charges for the close ties the firm had with mafia elements.

  So, yeah, us leaving when we did was perfect timing. My dad’s trial starts soon, but honestly, I’m not following it. I guess it’s sad in a way, us not being close and there being no real family love there. But my family died with my mother, and I went without for years until I met Channing.

  Catherine floated on, filing for divorce from Ken less than a month after he was charged. So much for stand by your man, I guess. So, technically, Channing and I aren’t step-siblings anymore, not that we’d give a single shit if that were still the case. After all, who really cares?

  Out here in California, Channing started immediately at the firm that’d been courting him. He started as junior partner, and as of two months ago, he’s moved to senior partner. I’m about to start my sophomore year at the small college I got into. And at first I thought it was pretty damn convenient that my school and Channing’s job were so close, until I looked into his eyes and saw the truth.

  Random chance? Yeah, right. He’d planned the whole thing, with the only variable being if I’d say yes or not.

  We rent a house right on the beach, a short bike ride to school for me and a ten minute drive to the office for him. And when we’re not at those places, we’re home, together.

  “So I guess Fear and Loathing pulled you away from meeting me at the house, huh?”

  I wrinkle my nose. “Shoot, sorry.”

  Channing shrugs. “Eh, you’re easy to spot out here.”

  “I am?”

  “I just look for the most gorgeous girl in sight, and shit, there you are.”

  I grin, my face blushing hot as I arch a brow at him,

  “Oh now that was smooth.”

  “Yeah I thought so,” he murmured, kissing me softly.

  “Think you’re pretty slick with lines like that, huh?” I tease.

  “Maybe,” his eyes burn into mine, making me shiver and sending that thrilling feeling right through my core as heat blooms between my legs.

  “But I’m guessing you’re the one who’s slick when I say things like that to you.”

  I gasp as his hand slides between my legs, and before I can even say anything, he’s teasing his fingers right up my thighs, under the edge of my bikini, and pushing two under to brush over my pussy.

  “Channing!” I hiss, my head whipping around. But the beach is mostly deserted, and there’s no one even remotely close by. But still, we’re out in the open, and it’s still light outside.

  “Knew it,” he growls, and when he slides his fingers out of my bikini bottom and brings his hand back up, I moan as I see them slick with my arousal. Channing sucks the fingers between his lips, making my body tremble as I watch him groan and lick them clean.

  “Fuck, Everly,” he growls, pulling me into his lap. I gasp, feeling his thick, throbbing cock pulsing against me through his swim suit.

  “House?” I whisper heatedly, reaching down to palm the thick erection tenting his suit.

  “I can’t promise we’ll make it before I bend you over and fuck you right here in the sand,” he groans, making me shiver.

  His eyes spark.

  “I have an idea.”

  I gasp as he stands, effortlessly scooping me up into his arms as he storms down the sand toward the waves. He just keeps walking letting the water surge up around his ankles, and knees, and then around his waist. He keeps walking into the surf until it’s halfway up to his chest, and it’s here that he stops and pulls me into him.

  I moan as I kiss him hungrily, my legs wrapping around his muscled waist as his powerful hands grab my ass. His muscles ripple as my body rubs against him, and when I feel one of his hands slide under my suit and start to push it to the side, I whimper into his mouth.

  “People might—”

  “Let them,” he growls. “Fuck, what are they even going to see?” He pulls back and grins wickedly. “I’m just kissing my fiancée.”

  His fingers tease me, under my suit and over my pussy. And when he slides one inside of my wet heat, I gasp in pleasure.

  “Oh, is this just kissing?”

  “Nah, this is kissing.”

  His lips bruise to mine, taking my breath away as he pours it all out into that kiss. I moan as I kiss him right back, hanging onto him and writhing against his body and his throbbing cock as he claims my mouth. His hand yanks at one of the side ties to my bikini bottom, letting it pull away from my body. I reach under the water, pushing at the waist of his shorts and helping him ease them down. His hot, throbbing, steel-bar of a cock jumps out against my thigh, and I whimper as I feel it pulse against me.

  Channing pulls me higher, still kissing me as he wraps a hand around his cock, eases it against my entrance, and slowly lets me settle onto his swollen head.

  “Slide right down on it, princess,” he groans into my lips. “Let me stretch this little cunt wide around my cock.”

  I drop down onto him, letting every thick, throbbing inch of his cock plunge inside of me. I cry out when I feel him so deep inside, grinding into me as my legs clench around his waist. The gentle waves undulate around us, making us bob slightly with their motion. Channing slides me up his beautiful cock, teasing me with just the head inside, before he lets me sink right back down.

  His mouth drops to my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me softly as he starts to drive his big dick in and out of my quivering pussy. His mouth moves even lower, and when he uses his teeth to pull my bikini top away from one breast, exposing my pink, hardening nipple, I moan loudly.

  “Oh fuck, Channing,” I cling to him, letting the waves and his powerful arms bob me up and down every inch of him, feeling him grind deep inside. His mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue teasing it and making me gasp as I hug him tightly and let the pleasure rolls through me.

  The setting sun catches sharply and glitters off my ring finger, and I feel the heat well up inside of me as my eyes land on the engagement ring I’ve been wearing for a few months now, after Channing proposed right here on this very beach.

  What we have isn’t normal, but I don’t care. Even with Catherine and my father being separated, I get that our “how we met” story is a little past some people’s comfort zones.

  We really don’t care.

  How can we? We’ve got this life, and our freedom, and each other, and really, what else is there?

  Channing groans into my skin, plunging deep inside of me as I start to tumble towards that edge. The feel of the waves bobbing me up and down, and the feel of the man I love holding me so damn tight and making me feel like the only woman in his world starts to build, until slowly, I know I’m going to fall.

  “Channing—”

  But he already knows. He knows exactly how my body works, and he knows when I’m close before I even have to tell him.

  “Let go, princess,” he whispers into my ear, his cock swelling up inside of me and his hands tightening on my body. “Let go and fucking come f
or me.”

  I bury my scream into his neck as the climax thunders through me, shaking me to my core and making my toes curl. I cling to him, moaning as the pleasure rolls over me again and again, losing myself in him as he drags the orgasm from my body.

  Channing isn’t far behind, and when he drives in deep, sears his lips to mine, and kisses me with everything he has, I feel him let go too. His cock throbs inside of me, and when his cum pumps deep against my womb, I cry out as another small climax ripples through me. We hold each other fiercely, letting the waves soothe us and the afternoon sun tease over our skin as we kiss.

  Eventually, we’ll go back to shore. We’ll grab our stuff, head back up the beach to our house, and make dinner. Or maybe, we’ll make love again and then order takeout. Actually, that sounds like a lot better plan.

  I’ve got him, and he’s got me, and the love we’ve got is the kind no one can take away.

  Oh, and I still write him letters. They’re still straight up filthy.

  The End.

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