Several hours later, after a very thorough skiing lesson from Hunter and Brandon, during which Hunter had barely been able to keep his hands off me, I find myself giggling and laughing as Hunter gently tosses a snowball at me. It lands on the side of my face, making me squeal at its icy coldness.
I gather up a handful of snow and pack it into a ball before throwing it at him. I know that he could easily dodge it if he wanted to, but he playfully lets it land smack into the middle of his chest.
With a roar of mock anger he scoops me up into his arms and begins to tickle me. I shriek and wriggle as I try to escape his fingers. I manage to get out of his arms and run a little before landing smack up against Brandon’s chest.
I find myself gazing up at him, my chest heaving as I pant breathlessly, my lips parted and my cheeks flushed. The blazing look in his blue eyes makes the smile fade from my lips.
I become aware of the heat of his body next to mine, and that his hands are tightly gripping my upper arms from when he caught them to steady me. My chest is pressed up against his.
He looks down at me unsmiling. We stare at each other, and for a moment I think he’s about to bend down and kiss me.
My lips part in anticipation. I want his mouth on mine. I want his hands to clutch at my waist while I wrap my arms tightly around him, clinging to him in a way that I hope will make him want to throw me down in the snow and ravage me.
My palms are pressed up against his jacket, and I imagine that through those layers of fabric I can feel his heart thundering. I hold his gaze and purposely slide my hands down slowly towards his abdomen, inching towards the waistband of his jeans.
His jawline tenses and he grits his teeth. His body is rigid, like he is holding himself back. I wonder what he would do if I slid my hands low enough to feel whether he is hard for me?
And then Hunter grabs me by the waist and twirls me around, and the moment is gone.
“We’d better get this little lady home, before she freezes,” says Hunter.
As soon as we get back to the cabin I mumble an excuse and race up to my bedroom. The moment out in the snow with Brandon has unsettled me.
Did I really just try to seduce my stepbrother? What can he be thinking of me?
And yet I wanted him. I wanted to press my body close and grind my hips against him until he was hard for me. I wanted him to slide his hands down my waist and onto my buttocks. To hold me close and pull me into his arousal.
If he had lowered his mouth down to mine for a kiss, I would have parted my lips and teased his tongue with mine. If he’d thrown me down onto the snow, I would have spread my legs for him.
I had wanted him to take me in the great outdoors like we were werewolves.
I sink down onto my bed and place my palms against my burning cheeks. The images continue to run through my head as I imagine all the ways that I want Brandon to touch me.
Finn may have been my first crush but Brandon had been my second. All through the early years of high school I had daydreamed of Finn at school, and tried not to daydream of Brandon when I was home.
I told myself that though he might have silky black hair that I yearned to run my fingers through, and icy blue eyes that seared me with every look, he was my stepmom’s son and out of reach. I’d done my best to avoid him.
And I had been successful, because he was seven years older and had very little time for me. He had seemed so worldly whenever he came home from college, bringing with him one sexy girlfriend after the other.
His bedroom had been next to mine, and there had been nights when noises had awakened me. I had pressed my ear up against the wall to listen to his girlfriends moan as he fucked them.
I had always used the word fucked in my head when thinking about him with those other women, rather than making love. I didn’t want him to love them. I had imagined him naked on top of them, his buttocks thrusting in rhythm with their moans. So many images had run through my mind.
A couple of times I had even checked to see whether he had accidentally left his door ajar. I had been desperate to see what they were doing. But I’d not had any such luck.
And secretly, though I’d never admitted it to anyone, this experience was why it turned me on so much to let Finn watch me with other men. I understood his need to watch because I’d also wanted to watch.
Had Brandon known this about me? I am mortified at the idea that he might’ve thought of me as his horny little stepsister.
Bad enough that he probably knew I had a crush on him. And now I have been flaunting myself in front of him these past few days. I bury my face in my hands, groaning in embarrassment.
A minute later the door to my bedroom flies open and Brandon is standing there, his cheeks flushed and his eyes narrowed.
He strides into the room.
I jump up from the bed, crying out, “Brandon!”
“What the fuck are you playing at?” he snarls.
“I’m sorry Brandon. I didn’t…”
He stalks across to me until we are standing chest to chest, our breaths mingling as we stare at each other. I can feel the heat coming off his warm body.
“Didn’t what?”
“Didn’t know what I was doing,” I whisper.
“You’re desperate for sex,” he accuses.
My mouth drops open.
“You’ve been horny since we got here,” he snarls. “Horny for them.”
His hands descend to my waist. I think he is going to kiss me, but he roughly turns me around and pushes me down onto the bed on my stomach.
“Oh!” I cry out as he yanks at my jeans.
They are tied firmly to my waist with a belt. They won’t come loose. I shove my hands under my belly to unbuckle it, and hastily unbutton and unzip myself.
At his next harsh tug they fly off my hips, panties and all. He roughly drags them completely down my legs and off my feet, leaving my buttocks bare.
My heart races. I close my eyes and press my face against the mattress, waiting for what he will do next.
Will he part my legs to see my most intimate parts? Will he undo his jeans and thrust right into me with no ceremony? Will I finally feel what his girlfriends had felt when he was inside them?
I feel myself growing slippery wet between my legs, and without meaning to I part my thighs slightly, eager to let him see.
His big hand presses onto my lower back, pinning me against the mattress. A stinging slap lands on my naked ass.
I cry out in surprise. The next slap is harder. My sensitive flesh burns. And yet it feels good.
“Brandon!” I cry out, gasping in more desire than shock.
“Is this what you want?” he snarls, delivering another blow with his rough palm.
“Yes,” I hiss.
I clench my fingers into my bed sheets to steady myself. I brace my legs in order to raise my ass up to meet the next blow. I spread my legs further so that he will see my shiny pink cleft in between.
“Punish me,” I gasp as he spanks me. “I’ve been a bad girl. I thought of you in ways that I shouldn’t have.”
“You’ve made me think of you too,” he says. “You little hussy. Spreading your legs for all of them. You wanted to spread them for me too, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit. “I can’t help it. I love you, Brandon. I want you.”
“You’re my stepsister,” he says. “How dare you make me look at your naked pussy? How dare you want my cock?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I do want it.”
“Well, you’re not getting it.”
“Please, Brandon,” I beg. “Please touch me.”
He delivers three hard slaps on my ass that leave me panting, and then he stops.
“Cover yourself,” he snarls, turning away from me.
I lay on the bed gasping, ass up and legs still parted enough for him to see my intimate folds. I groan into my sheets. My pussy is pulsing already as if I am on the verge of coming.
“Please, Brandon,” I whisper.
He does not come to me. His rejection feels like Finn’s rejection all over again.
“I’ve wanted you for years. All those years hearing you with other women. It was like torture.”
I lay there hoping for his touch.
“Cover yourself!” he orders again.
I sit on my bed and pull my sheet over my lower body, my head bowed in defeat. First Finn and then Brandon.
For a long minute we stay in silence, him standing halfway to the door with his back to me but not leaving. Both of us are breathing hard.
I glance at him to see how angry he is. His profile is turned slightly towards me now, chest heaving, fists clenched. So beautiful. His cock has made a huge bulge inside his jeans.
My heart leaps. He does want me!
I let my sheet slide to the floor, revealing my naked lower body with thighs demurely closed, hoping it will be enough to tempt him if he turns around to look at me again.
