I rode him, my pace quick, and he pawed at my tits, pulling my blouse up and then tugging the cups of my bra down to expose them. He leaned forward and took one of my hard, cherry-red nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled and sent a wave of pleasure running through my body.
Tyler’s cock felt like heaven inside my pussy, and it didn’t take me long to come. I gripped his shoulder with one hand and took a hold of his perfect hair with the other as I groaned and felt a wave of ecstasy build up in my loins and roll in quivering waves throughout my body. I curled my toes in my heels. My groan turned into a sharp scream, and my pussy clamped tightly onto his cock as I slammed down one more time.
He arched up to meet me, and we sat like that for a moment, my orgasm dying and fading away with his cock pushed as deeply inside me as it would go.
Then it was his turn.
I looked at him and smiled. I could tell he was hungry. I could tell he wanted me. I could tell he wanted to come. I began moving on his lap again, up and down, grinding my hips against his. His hands were everywhere, groping my breasts, pulling my hair, reaching around to squeeze my ass cheeks. He wasn’t going to last long, and I wasn’t going to tease him—our lunch had already grown ridiculously long. I bucked atop him quickly, with long motions that caused most of his hard cock to slide out. Then I pushed down so I was filled once more.
“I’m going to come,” he said in a hushed voice, a warning to me since he didn’t have a condom on. I had been on birth control since the age of sixteen, however, and it was Carolyn that I thought of, how he had pulled out and come all over her ass that night, when I leaned down to whisper to him, my lips brushing the lobe of his ear.
“Come in me, stepbrother,” I said.
He groaned, and he did. His head went back, his hips arched upward again. Inside me, his cock jump once, twice, three times, over and over again as he sprayed long, thick ropes of semen deep into me.
When he was done, I lay against him for a moment, panting. Then I slipped off and spent some time in his passenger seat making myself presentable. My panties were torn and useless, so I tucked them into the inside pocket of his sports jacket. Then I climbed out of his car and we rode back up the elevator together in silence.
I went through the rest of the day without panties, and I kept thinking about my lunchtime tryst.
Tyler was my stepbrother.
It was so wrong, but it had felt so right.
4
Over the next few weeks, Tyler and I saw more of each other. It was not as if we went out on dates. We just fucked—at work, at my home, at his apartment in the city. That was amazing, seeing how he lived. We spent most of our time in bed. If he hadn’t been my stepbrother, I would have dated Tyler. That apartment, his car, his lavish lifestyle, it was all so tantalizing, but I couldn’t partake in it. We could go out to lunch sometimes at work; that was fine. We even grabbed dinner one night. We were stepbrother and stepsister. Some people knew it. Tyler lived his life in the public. His father was famous, and he and his brother were too. Owning one of the biggest companies in America would do that.
I wasn’t sure if any of the people I worked with knew that our bosses were my stepbrothers. I wasn’t sure if they knew Tyler and I were fucking. We tried not to be together too often unless we were alone in the office. Then I would be bent over his desk or riding him as he sat in his chair.
Our relationship was purely physical, and it suited us both fine. I knew he was fucking other girls, and it didn’t bother me. I was sure he was still sleeping with Carolyn. That was fine. I liked Tyler. He was funny and suave. But it wasn’t like I could marry him. That would be too weird since my mother was married to his father.
My relationship with Brad was good too. He was just as handsome as his brother and every bit as cool. He was a little more reserved, though. I never caught him fucking the secretary late at night. I didn’t know if he had a girlfriend or what he did. He didn’t drive a ridiculously expensive car; he didn’t go to eat at all the newest and most expensive restaurants.
One night, a month into my sexual relationship with his brother, I found myself working late with Brad. We were sitting together, side by side, in the glass-walled conference room, going over the script for a radio ad we were putting together. We finished our work. I smiled at Brad. He leaned over and kissed me.
It took me by surprise, but I welcomed it. I closed my eyes. I parted my lips. I felt his hand on me, not on my breast or thigh, where Tyler always put his, but on my face, caressing it with his strong fingers. Sweet. Gentle.