First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) by Selena Kitt Page A
Authors: Selena Kitt
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uncomfortable. I can hardly sit down in them, you know. Oooh…”
Jared glanced right at her cunt. The level of camel toe to be found there was significant. “It looks like you got into them all right without any help.”
“I did it just for you.”
“The sacrifices you make,” Jared said drily. “It’s deeply touching.”
“Come on.” She turned her ass towards him and slowly swayed. Jared moved to the right and the left, as if trying to see the TV beyond her ass, but he was becoming less and less convincing.
“Oh look!” said Audrey, thrusting her face towards the TV and her ass back towards her brother aggressively. “The Montreal Canadiens have just scored. How about you, Jared? Would you like to score, too? There’s that ass Don Cherry—yakkety-yak. Wouldn’t you prefer my ass instead?”
“Audrey, do you mind? The replay…”
Audrey looked over her shoulder at him and made comical faces. “Oooh. It’s Jared Corbin. Look at that masterful stick-handling everyone! He’s skating up from center ice. He goes left!” Audrey swayed her ass to the left. “He goes right!” Audrey swayed her ass to the right. “And now he’s skating right up to the goalie—she’s been caught with her pants down this time! He shoots! He scores! The crowd goes w—”
“Oh for the love of…” said Jared, closing his eyes.
There was that ghost of a smile again, and it was gone.
Audrey turned to face him. “Come on, boner boy.” With sudden speed she lunged forward and grabbed his crotch through his pants. “Ah ha!” she cried triumphantly. “He’s getting hard! Hah! You can’t resist.” Jared tried futilely to resist her, then Audrey sprang back again and put her hands to her breasts.
“C’mon, bruh. We both know you want to squeeze these little melons.”
Jared stood up. He stepped towards his sister, and she stepped back, still massaging her breasts. Then she grabbed the feather duster off the coffee table—one of the things she’d been using when she pretended to clean—and stuffed the handle down the back of her jeans.
She turned her ass to him again and wiggled it at him, the feather duster bouncing around like some gaudy tail.
“Come on,” Jared groaned.
“Yeah, come on,” leered Audrey.
Jared made a lunge at her but she dodged out of the way and Jared nearly smashed his shin on the coffee table.
“You little vixen!” he blurted.
“Vixen? What’s with the nineteenth century vocabulary, bruh? Have you been trolling the docks of Victorian London with your gentleman friends looking for a bit of cunny?”
Jared lunged again, and as Audrey twisted to get out of the way, he gave her ass a tremendous slap. Audrey howled and giggled and then held her stepbrother back with both hands on his shoulders.
“Take it easy, Mr. Gentleman, or no cunny for you,” she smiled archly at him.
Jared backed off and Audrey stood before him, one hand on her hip.
She began backing up towards the stairway and Jared, as if on a string, began to follow her. He shook his head ruefully, but there was an increasing gleam in his eye that Audrey noted with satisfaction.
She could always get him to take the bait.
Jared followed Audrey up the stairs. She walked backwards as she grabbed his ears and gave him kisses on the forehead. “Come on, bruh, that’s a good boy. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”
“I’ve heard that before,” he said, still following.
In her bedroom, Audrey tossed the feather duster aside. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the lower edge of her t-shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up as she gyrated her hips and Jared watched.
“Ready for the Audrey show, big bruh?”
“Yeah.” Jared nodded, staring transfixed at her.
Her t-shirt was tight, and she pretended to have more difficulty taking it off than she actually experienced. When her arms and head were
Jared glanced right at her cunt. The level of camel toe to be found there was significant. “It looks like you got into them all right without any help.”
“I did it just for you.”
“The sacrifices you make,” Jared said drily. “It’s deeply touching.”
“Come on.” She turned her ass towards him and slowly swayed. Jared moved to the right and the left, as if trying to see the TV beyond her ass, but he was becoming less and less convincing.
“Oh look!” said Audrey, thrusting her face towards the TV and her ass back towards her brother aggressively. “The Montreal Canadiens have just scored. How about you, Jared? Would you like to score, too? There’s that ass Don Cherry—yakkety-yak. Wouldn’t you prefer my ass instead?”
“Audrey, do you mind? The replay…”
Audrey looked over her shoulder at him and made comical faces. “Oooh. It’s Jared Corbin. Look at that masterful stick-handling everyone! He’s skating up from center ice. He goes left!” Audrey swayed her ass to the left. “He goes right!” Audrey swayed her ass to the right. “And now he’s skating right up to the goalie—she’s been caught with her pants down this time! He shoots! He scores! The crowd goes w—”
“Oh for the love of…” said Jared, closing his eyes.
There was that ghost of a smile again, and it was gone.
Audrey turned to face him. “Come on, boner boy.” With sudden speed she lunged forward and grabbed his crotch through his pants. “Ah ha!” she cried triumphantly. “He’s getting hard! Hah! You can’t resist.” Jared tried futilely to resist her, then Audrey sprang back again and put her hands to her breasts.
“C’mon, bruh. We both know you want to squeeze these little melons.”
Jared stood up. He stepped towards his sister, and she stepped back, still massaging her breasts. Then she grabbed the feather duster off the coffee table—one of the things she’d been using when she pretended to clean—and stuffed the handle down the back of her jeans.
She turned her ass to him again and wiggled it at him, the feather duster bouncing around like some gaudy tail.
“Come on,” Jared groaned.
“Yeah, come on,” leered Audrey.
Jared made a lunge at her but she dodged out of the way and Jared nearly smashed his shin on the coffee table.
“You little vixen!” he blurted.
“Vixen? What’s with the nineteenth century vocabulary, bruh? Have you been trolling the docks of Victorian London with your gentleman friends looking for a bit of cunny?”
Jared lunged again, and as Audrey twisted to get out of the way, he gave her ass a tremendous slap. Audrey howled and giggled and then held her stepbrother back with both hands on his shoulders.
“Take it easy, Mr. Gentleman, or no cunny for you,” she smiled archly at him.
Jared backed off and Audrey stood before him, one hand on her hip.
She began backing up towards the stairway and Jared, as if on a string, began to follow her. He shook his head ruefully, but there was an increasing gleam in his eye that Audrey noted with satisfaction.
She could always get him to take the bait.
Jared followed Audrey up the stairs. She walked backwards as she grabbed his ears and gave him kisses on the forehead. “Come on, bruh, that’s a good boy. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”
“I’ve heard that before,” he said, still following.
In her bedroom, Audrey tossed the feather duster aside. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the lower edge of her t-shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up as she gyrated her hips and Jared watched.
“Ready for the Audrey show, big bruh?”
“Yeah.” Jared nodded, staring transfixed at her.
Her t-shirt was tight, and she pretended to have more difficulty taking it off than she actually experienced. When her arms and head were
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