Chapter 5

Waking up naked in my stepbrother’s arms was about the weirdest thing I had ever experienced. I was lying with my back against his chest and his arm draped over my waist. I squirmed for a moment, not knowing what to do and remembering just how I’d ended up in that position. Brandon must have felt me squirm because he reached up, grabbed onto one of my breasts, and squeezed it firmly.

“Good morning, sis.” Brandon sounded just like he was greeting me at breakfast, as if it was perfectly normal being in bed with me.

“Get off.” I whimpered. “You may have had your way with me last night, but this has got to stop, Brandon.”

“Come on, sis, I know you loved it last night and it’s not like you have a choice.” Brandon replied, not even pausing with his hand. I could feel my nipples getting nice and hard from his touch, and even my pussy was beginning to stir again. I had to admit, he really did know how to play with a girl.

“Please, Brandon, just let me up.” I whined, hoping that I could convince him to let me go before he got other ideas.

“Great idea, sis. I’d love to have you ride me, just let me toss off these covers and you can hop on.” Brandon laughed and quickly prepared himself. I felt a sudden surge of need inside me, getting myself ready for him. I wasn’t going to give into him this time though. No way was I just going to be at his beck and call no matter how good it might have felt.

Of course that lasted about as long as it took Brandon to pull the sheets off of us and roll onto his back. One look between his legs and I just had to feel him inside me again. I quickly sat up and straddled him, putting my pussy right over his crotch and reaching between us for his already hard shaft. It wasn’t until I pushed down and guided his knob to my entrance that I even realized what I was doing.

“Brandon, you’ve got to stop this.” I moaned as I started to lower myself onto him and felt his member slowly spear me. “I’m not just some toy for you to play with.”

I closed my eyes as I seated myself on top of him, not being able to fight back my moans of pleasure. I was still coherent, though, and I didn’t want to be doing this no matter how wonderful it felt.

“Come on, Sis. You can’t tell me you don’t like this.” Brandon smiled as he reached up and squeezed both of my breasts. I couldn’t help but squeal with delight at his touch. I couldn’t understand it, but even this light fondling was just amazing and I couldn’t help but thrust my chest into his hands so he could play with me better.

“Brandon, please, you made me love it!” I objected with as much strength as I could given I was moaning from all the intimate sensations suddenly coursing through me. It was wonderful, every bit of it, except for the fact that I wanted to be getting ready for my Saturday and not playing sex slave for my step brother.

“And is that so bad?” Brandon asked while he gave each of my nipples a wonderful pinch. I gasped with delight, then scowled at him.

“I don’t want to be some toy for you, you pervert!” I yelled back. Of course I was also rippling my pussy over his wonderfully filling shaft as I said this. This wasn’t going well, everything was just deliriously wonderful, and I think Brandon was starting to get off on my objections even as I started to fuck him.

“Just think, Sis, do you really want to stop?” Brandon asked. Just like last night, I could almost feel that the question was genuine, like he was really giving me a choice. As I looked down at him and started to respond, he grabbed me by my hips and held me still.

“Think about it, Sis. Give it a minute.” Brandon said. I wanted to shoot back at him that I didn’t need a minute, but I couldn’t. His blasted suggestions were just like orders to me, so all I could do was sit for a minute and think about.

He was kind enough to give me the time too. So I just sat there, straddling my stepbrother’s cock, completely naked, contemplating whether I wanted to go on like this. I didn’t want to be Brandon’s little sex slave, but I couldn’t deny that I’d enjoyed everything he’d done so far, aside from not asking permission. The weird thing was that I didn’t want to really think about giving this up completely, it had been fun, I just didn’t want to be controlled.

“So, sis, what’ll it be? Do you want to be able to enjoy this every day or not?” Brandon asked, taking his hands away from my hips with a long caress down my thighs. That scared me, I just felt that he was threatening me somehow. I didn’t know quite what he had in mind, but I felt like it was big. Strangely, the idea of doing this every day had its own appeal as well. Finally, I came to my decision.

“We can discuss terms later, let’s just enjoy this now, okay?” I whimpered and started rippling my pussy again and humped him a little. I had the feeling Brandon was hoping to work me into a trap, and I just wanted to be dressed and not impaled on his cock when we discussed our relationship further.

“Okay, sis, whatever you say.” Brandon smiled and I squealed as he gave me a nice couple of thrusts from below. I wiggled my rear on him and pulled his hands back up to my chest. I giggled as he squeezed me and then started humping him. It was different being the one doing the work, but it still felt good having his cock sliding into me and I angled myself so I could tickle my little nub while I humped him.

Just as I was beginning to get up a good rhythm we heard a knock at the door and I slammed myself down on Brandon in shock.

“Brandon, is Terri in there with you? You two should be getting down for breakfast you know.” I heard mom asking from the other side of the door. I was scared stupid, afraid that mom would actually come in and see me fucking my stepbrother. It took me a moment to realize that Brandon didn’t seem the least bit concerned. In fact, he was still happily fondling my breasts and had taken to humping into me as best he could.

“Yeah, Mom, Terri’s in here. We’ll be down soon.” Brandon replied. He smiled up wickedly at me and whispered. “Come on, sis, you can hump and talk with Mom at the same time.”