Dirty Wicked Lust: A Stepbrother Romance by Amanda Heartley

glancing idly at a vast array of bottled juices and sodas but not feeling it.
    That is, until my eyes landed on one of the cool, frosty green bottles of Chinese beer I’d bought for our impromptu feast the night before. Sure, it was a little too early for a beer—or was four in the morning too late ?
    What the hell? I thought, grabbing one and opening it with a refreshing sigh as I took a long, cold sip to fight back the restlessness that had awakened me over an hour earlier and left me tossing and turning ever since. The beer was crisp, cool, dry and tart, both filling and refreshing–and way better than caffeine!
    “Perfect,” I muttered dreamily, sauntering out onto the pool deck and finding the quiet solitude refreshing and just a little… enticing. After the stilted, fetid atmosphere of the big house behind me, so bursting with desire unfulfilled that it had grown claustrophobic, the patio area and its lush environs were a breath of fresh air.
    The pool deck was sheltered from our neighbors, with its towering palms and long, winding fence. Ryan was dead to the world, asleep in his room for supposedly the next few hours. Knowing I’d be alone for at least that long, the musings of freedom came again, making me feel wicked and even a little naughty in their wake.
    Sliding off my stringy beige cover up, the fabric caressing my bare skin, I felt the elation of being alone and free overtake me and continued undressing as I untied my powder blue bikini top before stepping out of my chocolate brown bottoms. I felt naughty, naked, and bare to the world as the cool morning air surrounded my feverish skin and slid over my taut, pert nipples and across my belly.
    I brought the cold, musky Chinese beer along with me as I stepped into the shallow end, the lukewarm water caressing my skin as I descended step by step, resting the green bottle on the tiled pool deck as I sank beneath the surface, gloriously refreshed and butt naked, emerging to finger comb my long blonde hair behind my back before taking another sip of beer.
    It felt vaguely thrilling to be here, naked and submerged, my skin glowing in the pool’s dim light as I swam a few half-hearted laps before the luxurious feel of water against my flushed skin was too tempting to ignore. I smirked dreamily, rising naked and dripping–in more ways than one–from the pool to sip my beer in the hot tub, one hand on the cool green bottle while the other drifted lazily between my legs.
    I began to sweat as I toyed with my pussy. The wet, throbbing heat and gurgling bubbles against my ass and thighs loosened my inhibitions as my finger drifted down, lower, to glance across my overheated clit. The slightest touch sent a sizzle of excitement across my skin, I shifted ever so slightly so the water jet hit me right in the sweet spot, just above my asshole. That and my slick, wet fingertips on my clit combined, would provide maximum stimulation to get me off in no time—but I wanted to wait. I wanted this one to be good—no great!
    “Jesus,” I gasped, moving my ass gently across the stream. I was so desperate and horny that I’d finger myself at four AM in the family Jacuzzi! But why the hell not? I reasoned, a second fingertip joining the first as my eyelids slid half-shut with lazy, overheated desire.
    Mom and Jerry would be returning mid-week and what had I done with their time away from home but pine for a stepbrother who only thought of me as a little sister? If he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, satisfy me, I’d just have to do it myself.
    And do it well.
    I lingered in the hot tub, sipping my beer and teasing myself, wanting it to last, wanting it to build and crest so that I came so hard my cries would wake half the neighborhood. I slid my ass across the water jet again, this time moving up and down so the stream licked me from my asshole to my clit. God, if only Ryan would be so willing!
    Forcing myself to slow it down, I stood abruptly from the hot tub, skin flushed and