Stepbrother Untouchable – Breaking Storm Page 2

  Then the moment washed away turning into awkward silence, making me wonder if it was all a dream. The tension started rising. It was so thick, you could cut it with the knife. No, what happened? I felt my heart bursting in ache as he suddenly looked away, clearing his throat.

  “Get going sis, dinner is getting cold.” He said before turning around and closing the door.

  ***

  Fuck. What had just happened? This was so bad. I started hyperventilating for a few moments, before quickly getting dressed. I need to get out of this house as soon as possible. I had gone from hating him to…lusting him? In a matter of five minutes? How was this even possible?

  I forced my thoughts to Matt and even closed my eyes for a few seconds, but I could only see Storm inside me. The most forbidden man. No, I had to go. Immediately. No fucking dinner or anything!

  I stormed out of the bedroom and started putting on my high boots. He must have heard me as in a second he was out in the hallway.

  “Come on, sure you have some time for food? You got to eat.” He asked me, probably leaning on the wall looking incredibly sexy. I couldn’t know for sure, but I guessed. I didn’t dare look up at him, but I felt his manliness around me like a thick erotic cushion. I hated myself for being so weak and cracking up like that. With my own stepbrother! No, definitely no. And that damn zipper on my right booth just wouldn’t go up, no matter how hard I tried.

  “Some food will do your body good,” he said again.

  “God, what a mess,” I murmured.

  “Meg,” he tried again.

  “What Storm? I’m not hungry!” I snapped, fighting the boot, fighting his heat, fighting myself.

  “Relax,” he said quietly, his irresistible tone pulling me back inside the delirium.

  I sighed, giving up and raised up slowly. He just stood there watching me silently. I must have missed when he walked over to me, but in a second he was standing in front of me, our eyes locked.

  His tattooed hands moved up to my hair and pulled it back gently, caressing it. I gasped for air, as I felt his sexy cologne all over me. The urge of reaching out and touching him was so great, I had to fight it with everything I had.

  “Storm, I-“

  “Shhh,” he said quietly, interrupting me. Then he pulled me in before I even could think. His hands worked upwards the sides of my hips, sliding the curve of my body, so gently, so exotic, I wanted to scream. Then he gently caressed my face, pulling me closer, until his lips locked on mine, leaving me breathless. His hunger drew me stronger and I parted my lips, taking in the most forbidden fruit I had ever tasted. His tongue started slowly exploring the turns of my mouth, until my tongue twirled around his and my body shattered underneath his touch.

  As he pressed his rock hard body against mine, my knees went weak. I knew I should have brushed him off, tell him off, and call him a jerk. Tell him I hate him, but I was pulled inside this dangerous game of lust in which my body only craved him. My whole essence was melting inside his arms. My pulse quickened, as he deepened our kiss and his hands started exploring my body.

  He palmed my breast so fantastically, as if he had already touched my body a million times before. I was blown away. My mind confused by how much he turned me on, how much I craved him inside me. A fire burst in-between my thighs, as his muscular leg pulled in, feeling me.

  Then he released me from his touch, moving back a few steps.

  I hated him now, more than ever. My body was screaming for more of his touch and he just pulled away. Was it all a game to him?

  He stood there watching me, undressing me with his eyes. I had no idea why he had stopped kissing me, feeling me. The sense of loss was too great to take.

  I heard a car beep outside and knew instantly that Matt was waiting for me. A second later my phone beeped.

  I instinctively reached for my bag, getting it off the floor and checked the message.

  “I’m waiting for you gorgeous. This will be the night to remember. Love Matt.”

  I slipped the phone back inside the bag and just stood there. My thoughts rambling so loudly inside my head, I was certain he could hear me. I needed him, I craved him. I wanted everything that was bad about him. And then there was that little fact that he was my stepbrother. I took a deep breath.

  “The guy who you made yourself look so good for? I guess, he will be pleased with what he sees. You look like you will give him just what he needs.” He said, his face cold as ice all of a sudden. He might as well have called me a whore. What the hell was that about?! I wore my short skirt, like I always did! He had no right to make me feel this cheap. But he did.

  “Tell me what this is Storm,” I said quietly. “What the hell is this?”

  I swallowed hard, trailing off. And no matter how much I stared into his eyes, there was no clue of what he was thinking, except for disappointment. I searched for answers inside his eyes, waiting for anything. I wanted to know what he was thinking. To hear him say that he was jealous, that I should stay. Anything just to give me some sanity and release me from this torture

  But I got a big fat nothing. Nothing?!!!

  Anger burst inside me.

  “This is all a fucking game to you, isn’t it?!” I was spitting into his face with my words. I don’t think that anybody had ever hurt me, as much as had done in right that moment. Fuck. I wanted him to hurt just as much back and I knew that I wouldn’t stop until it happened.

  He looked at me.

  “Is that what you think?”

  “I think I have a friend for you, Storm! She is just your type, blond and feisty, just how you like them. I left the address in my bedroom, she can’t wait to meet you. ” I laughed.

  “I don’t want to fight you anymore. Leave and I’ll be gone by the time you come back,” he said and turned around walking into the living room. The iciness of his eyes made my body shiver from head to toe. I swallowed hard, feeling my blood boil.

  Fuck! That fucking jerk. I can’t believe I was so stupid to think that any of this was true.

  Grabbing my leather jacket, I let myself out, slamming the door behind me.

  ***

  Twenty minutes later, I was walking back up the stairs. All the way up to the fourth floor. It took me three minutes to tell Matt that I couldn’t date him and wasn’t coming with him. Another seventeen, I just stood outside the gate breathing in the warm summer air. My brother’s Harley was parked right outside, as a reminder of my pain and my lust. A reminder of my everything. Everything inside me screamed for him. I was so confused.

  I took my time, composing my thoughts. Trying to think of any good reason why this would make it okay. Why breaking the secret bond between a brother and a sister and turning it into such a sin, would make it okay. I paused several times and by the time I had reached upstairs, I knew the answer. There was none. There was no good reason why this would be okay.

  Yet I knocked the door, as my hand trembled. My mind was made up.

  I wanted him. I needed him. With everything that that decision would bring. The bad and the ugly. The forbidden and the immoral. I didn’t care anymore.

  A door opened and he glared at me, just as cold as before.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. He watched me in silence for a few second, letting me sweat. I could feel how cold he was.

  “Please Storm, I’m really sorry,” I tried again, but couldn’t stand his coldness anymore, so I looked at my feet.

  A moment later, he took a step towards me and lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. Then his eyes took in every corner of my face. It was as if he was gathering information for something.

  “Tell me please,” I breathed heavily, his touch marking me with his name,” Why are you doing this to me?”

  Without hesitation, he took my hand and led me inside, closing the door behind us. Then he led me into the living room and held me tightly. His warm breath was spreading across my neck, making me shiver. Jolts of carnal desire made every cell in my body move. His heat was ov
erwhelming

  “I thought you knew,” he said, his lips moving closer to my neck.

  “No, I don’t, I don’t know what this is…why you are here...” I breathed heavily as his hand palmed my breast.

  “Oh,” I gasped, melting into his touch.

  “You are everything to me, my little sister. Since the first day I met you, you have burned inside me like the most pure light.”

  “But you hate me,” I whispered.

  “No, I love you. I just didn’t know how to tell you,” he said and his wet lips found my neck.

  “I need you, oh Storm...” I moaned quietly, as his hands wrapped tighter around my waist. His wet lips melted me inside, blending my body with the sinful fire. He bruised me with his heated trace. His kisses were soft, yet demanding. I pressed my body against his, bursting in hunger.

  “Storm, I think I’ve always loved you,” I moaned, as my body responded to him in urgency. It was like the purest and dirtiest light striking inside me, at the same time.

  It all made sense now, that’s why I had hated him all this time. Anything just not to admit it to myself, that I loved him. I knew this now. I had always loved him. My stepbrother. My jerk. My everything… dangerous, sexy and free.

  “Meg, you are so fire, I couldn’t stand another man having you. This is why I came to see you,” he whispered, his kisses roaming my neck, until he found my lips and licked them slowly. My pussy started twitching and I opened my mouth taking him in.

  My body and soul were beating in the same rhythm as him, and his hand moved to my ass and he grabbed me strongly, pulling me onto him. He quickly lifted my legs, until I was spread around his waist, my dress pulling high up, exposing my naked flesh to him.

  “I want you so much,” I whispered.

  “Fuck, I want you sis, I want to fuck you so hard,” he grunted, as he spun me around and pressed me against the wall. His fingers digging deep inside my butt cheeks, my thong pulled tighter in between my slit, giving me the tension I needed.

  “Yes, yes fuck me hard, please,” I pleaded, as he moved me urgently up and down, grinding my heated pussy against his huge erection. Oh, he was so hard. Hard for me.

  “Ah,” a deep groan that ran through his body, connected us even more. His lips found mine and his raw hunger was raging inside my mouth. There was nothing he was holding back. There was nothing I was holding back.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” my moans grew louder, urging him on.

  My hands went to his unruly hair, wrapping inside it, pulling it hard in raging ecstasy. A surge of heat, spread me wider for him as my pussy demanded more.

  “Oh Storm, fuck me please, yes, yes,” I grunted, feeling an explosion of lust for him. I had never craved a man this much. I was completely merged with his need and his dangerous rawness. All the hate and the tension we had grown over the years was turning into fire of pure lust and heat. I was so turned on. I wanted him so much. He sensed me and expended my craving, as one of his hands grabbing my hair and pulling it, giving me some obstruction.

  “Oh, yes, handle me hard,” I whispered.

  “Meg.. fuck you are so sexy,” he breathed and put me down quickly, yanking off my clothes, leaving my bare breasts and newly shaved pussy completely at his mercy.

  “You are beautiful,” he grunted, as he started taking his clothes off.

  “Quick, quick,” I whispered as my hands reached for his leather pants and I helped him undress. I was moved to the core, when his body started appearing naked in front of me. He stood so tall before me, my eyes soaking in the forbidden, muscular perfection, that was all his. He was stunning. My stepbrother was built like an athlete, with many tattoos that covered his ripped abdomen, his manly chest and his bulging biceps. I had noticed he had become bigger since the last time I saw him, but this was breathtaking. Without the clothes on, he was flawless.

  My hand reached out to him in lust and I started rubbing his pulsating erection hard, pressing my stiffened nipples against his side. My leg curved around his waist and he grabbed it, grinding my pussy against him.

  “You are so big brother,” my voice was cracking underneath the rush.

  “Ah yes sister, fuck ah,” his deep growl filled up the room, as we were standing naked before each other for the first time. Then he urgently turned around.

  “Come here, you sexy little thing, I can’t wait anymore.” He grunted and without wasting another second, he pulled me inside his arms and we dropped on the floor. His deep breaths filled me up, as his hands started wandering hastily over my breasts, my tummy and finally my pussy.

  “Damn, I have wanted to taste your little pussy for so damn long,” he said and moved down in between my legs. I was consumed by his desire as his wet tongue found my pussy slit and he started eating me up.

  “Ohhhhh!” I screamed out in pleasure. “Yes, eat me like that, yeah, like that,” I bit my lips hard, feeling a surge of moisture exploding inside my pussy. Both of my hands reached for his back, pressing him against me more. My fingers dug into the ripped hard muscles of his back, scraping his sweat. His sweat smelled so sexy, so manly, he was driving me crazy. My hips shifted upwards, my legs spread wider, allowing a more of my hotness.

  My whole body ached for the release and I was falling so fast into his demands, pressing him against my slit.

  “Oh Storm, oh,” I was bursting. His tongue moved skillfully over my slit up and down, sending jolts of vibrations to my clit, until I was swollen completely. Wet vibrations made me desperate for more.

  Yes, yes,” I cried out, as his rough beard brushed against the sensitive flesh of my pussy and my inner thighs. I was moving faster against his rhythm, yanking my hips forth and back.

  “That’s good, let your pussy rub against my tongue,” he murmured, before going back to work. He teased up an urgency of lust inside me, as his hands kept grabbing my butt cheeks.

  His fingers kept digging deeper inside my hips, leaving them sore and tender, as his dangerous tongue worked up a storm of impatience inside me.

  He continued eating my pussy lips, licking up all my surge which was flowing freely for him. Every few seconds, he would stop at my swollen, throbbing clit and he would bite me, sending me further and further into a forbidden euphoria.

  “Ah!” I cried out.

  My heart started pounding so hard, my body tensing up in an urgent break down.

  His finger slid around and down my ass until he reached inside my cheeks and found my anus hole. I gasped, feeling the strange erotic feeling coming over me.

  “Give me some of that ass, sis. I like it dirty,” he said.

  “Oh yes, I want it dirty,” I breathed relaxing even more, allowing him complete control of me. Then he entered my anus so smoothly, leaving me panting. My anus ring tightened around his finger, but he worked it so well that only a few seconds later, I started moaning harder than before.

  “Take my ass harder!” I grunted, allowing the primal forbidden act of action.

  “That’s good…Fuck, you pussy is delicious and you ass is so tight. Now cum for me my little sis,” he said pushing harder inside my ass as his rough beard brushed my inner thighs.

  My body heard his demand and I tensed up.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Storm, I’m coming! Ahhhhh! “I grunted as the climax washed over my body, pulling me inside a complete delirium. His lips sucked tightly my bursting clit, making my body shake in delight, extending my orgasm further.

  “Fuck, you are so beautiful when you cum for me,” he grunted quickly as the vibrations shook me. I gripped his head so hard inside my hands, pressing him deeper and deeper onto me. I closed my eyes, as he kept eating my pussy hard, allowing the climax to grow even more. The pleasure was sending me into another dimension. I had never experienced anything like that before. It was better than any forbidden dream. Than any fantasy.

  And then my orgasm slowly disappeared, leaving me rested and alive. He pulled his finger out of my ass and as I lifted my hips, he spanked my as
s a bit, so the flesh shook inside his strong palm.

  “I want more Storm, please take me, take my virginity,” I breathed heavily, feeling a huge wave of new lust moving through me as he moved upwards. In a second, his weight was pressing hard against me, pushing my body deeper into ecstasy.

  “You are still a virgin Meg?” he asked me, his face radiating with pride.

  “Yes and I want you to take it, now, please, now,” I whispered.

  “Oh baby, I can’t believe this,” he grunted as he locked his lips on mine and started kissing me hungrily. His warm breath moved inside my mouth and I could taste the tangy feeling of my pussy on him. I was so turned on by him, I was losing control. Everything inside me ached for his raw cock, his sexy manliness.

  “Please, take me hard now… fuck your little sister. I need you inside me.” I pleaded with urgency.

  “Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard Meg,” He reached for a condom out of his leather pants.

  “No condom,” I gasped.

  “What did you say Meg?” he asked me.

  “I said no condom. I want your life inside me. I need your seed to warm me up, take me to heaven,” I breathed heavily.

  “Meg, I love you,” he grunted, throwing away the condom and rested in between my legs. My wetness bursting with desire for him. My legs wrapped around his waist, lunging against him, desperately craving a release. A deep grunt shook his chest, as his lips wrapped around my nipple.

  “This is it baby,” he said, as his smooth cock head started rubbing slowly up and down my slit. He drove wild. A thunderous moan moved from my lips throughout the flat, as he teased up a storm inside me.