Falling for my Stepbrothers

PART TWO CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DOUG'S IMAGINATION

Erik texted all of us a while ago, he had one hell of an interesting conversation with Alex earlier that day, and he wanted us all to know about it. What's more, he told us about her lack of attire in the kitchen and her lack of care about it. We were hoping the situation with her coming home in that dress, not that it had enough fabric to count as clothing, according to Erik, to be a one-off kind of thing. Erik doesn't believe so, his words and logic are starting to filter through my lust-filled thoughts of her, so I can think clearly for a minute. Yesterday, when she arrived, the rest of us stayed away from the house for a while, letting her settle in without spooking her. She had already gone to bed when we arrived.

Erik, being the only one of us who has ever been able to have a lick of logic where she is concerned, then said the craziest thing that gave us all pause. He believed she had some secrets of her own, he believed she might have always had some desires of her own, and he also believes we may have helped her repress these thoughts, rather than explore them, the way we had. If Erik is right, then we f****d up. I can't imagine how we would have handled having to repress our desires. Could she have some of her own? Would she be OK with us? Damn, things are beginning to make more sense.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I stroked my c**k, slowly at first, then faster and faster, as I thought about the image he provided, her ripe t**s and hard n*****s poking out of the transparent shirt she chose to wear. I imagine her p***y gripping me instead of my hand. In my mind, I have the perfect porno and Alex is the star. Thinking about all the different ways I want to be in her, fisting her hair in my hand. I got to have every inch of her, under me, on top of me, on all fours in front of me. Now that we believe her to have some desires of her own, is it possible for this to work? I believe it is. Getting the others on board is the first step. However, it's not going to prevent me from moving in and warming things up a bit. Erik already began last night with that kiss he laid on her mouth, while the rest of us kissed her forehead or cheek. We were all glued to that scene and, more importantly, her reaction. Alex was shocked that he did that, but she didn't pull away screaming, yelling, or slapping him, thank god. The look on her face was priceless, the wanting, the hunger, the desire for him was evident. I want to see if she has that same fire for all of us.

Letting the scene play out in my head as I sit back stroking myself, Doug imagines the same scene Erik walked in on, flashing through his mind. Walking into the kitchen, seeing Alex in that poor excuse of a shirt, bending over in the fridge, trying to find something at the bottom. From behind, as she was bent over, her shirt had ridden up to her waist. Miss Alex was not wearing underwear and her p***y was as bare as the day she was born. My mouth waters at the thought of eating her alive. Coming up behind her, I imagine pulling her bare ass hard against the bulge in my pants, letting her feel my big d**k, and how hard it was for her. She'd arch back, rubbing herself against me, letting the beginning of her orgasm build. Wrapping my arm around her waist to her front, my hand finds its way down her stomach, to her p***y where my fingers find her sopping wet for me, eager and wanting more. Inserting two more fingers, f*****g her with them, drilling her, making her arch back moaning my name. I feel her come apart in my arms, around my fingers, pulling them out and sticking them in my mouth, sucking on them, not wanting to lose a drop of her cream.

Lifting her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, walked her back to the counter, and sat her down. "Lay back, I want to drink straight from the tap," I said to her.

As she laid back, her legs spread wide, And I could see every last inch of her. Suddenly, I find I can't fight it any longer. My mouth comes down on her p***y like a starving man. Licking up her wet slit, from her p***y hole to her c**t, and circling, sucking it into my mouth. She's grabbing my head and wanting me to keep it in place. I'm having none of it. Pulling her legs back and further apart, opening her up even more. I thought about flicking my tongue back and forth over her c**t, until I hear her scream, and she filled my mouth with her sweet c*m. My imagination is in overdrive as I pull her up, and carry her to the couch.

"I need you now," she whispered in my ear as she climbed on top of me. She reached between our bodies, reaching for my hard c**k, no preamble, no more foreplay, she lines up my c**k to the entrance of her sopping wet p***y, and she allows gravity to let her sink my length as she rides my c**k like a pro. Pressing two fingers to her c**t she rode me harder than anyone ever has in my life.

"I want you to c*m deep inside my p***y" she says to me. The dirty words coming from Alex's mouth in my mind are enough to drive me to pump my c**k harder until I c*m all over my hand and stomach heaving Alex's name.

Completely disgusted with myself, what the hell is wrong with me that I c*m harder than I ever have via a f*****g daydream.

There are a million and one reasons why this shouldn't ever happen, but my mind is ignoring every damn one of them. After taking a shower and cleaning myself up, I go in search of my brothers. It's time we talked and decisions were made. I can't keep rubbing my d**k raw every day, and the club just isn't doing it either, ironically.

I found my other brothers and Mike out by the pool. As I approached, I heard Alex's name. Blake looks over at me and says, "Mike was about to give us a summary of the events that took place at the apartment."

None of us bothered informing him that we were watching the camera feed a lot more than we probably should have.

Mike was sitting on the lounger in front of the fire pit, as he began roasting marshmallows like a child.

"They didn't have many people over, it was usually only the three of them. But if you've been watching the feed, you probably already know why they don't require anyone else."

"Not all of us have been watching the feed, or have been checking up on her. Four years is a long time, some of us were just trying to pass the time, the best that we could. Hearing about her or watching her, seemed counterproductive," Andrew says.

Mike cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Well Andrew, they are involved with themselves. I don't know, maybe they're not lesbians' but they are experimenting with each other."

Thinking about everything Mike has said and what I already know about her, I say to the rest, "I'm done waiting, and done playing little flirtatious games. It's time we got serious about trying with her before we lose her again."

Andrew looks at the others, who nod their agreement, "OK, but we can't rush her into this, we don't want to send her running back there."

"Agreed", they say all at once before Alex is spotted coming outside in her tiny bikini bathing suit, which had us all groaning.

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