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  Banging My Brother

  Gia Blue

  January 2011

  Published by i heart Smut. Copyright, Gia Blue. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Editor: Marisa Chenery | Cover Artist: Gia Blue

  Banging My Brother

  My social life has taken a beating since my stepbrother, Mark, returned to town. Sure, when I was sixteen and he was nineteen and just heading off to college, it was totally cool to hang with him. Not that we had much in common, but still.

  Now, inching close to thirty, it’s not nearly as fun anymore.

  After graduation, he moved off to Texas, while I stuck around Atlanta. And so, we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time together…for quite a while. But now, he’s back. For good, he says.

  And he’s totally cramping my style.

  Oh, don’t get me wrong. Mark is one fine ass white boy, no doubt. He’s big, over six feet tall, and built like a tank...all muscle, without an ounce of fat on him. Add in the pretty boy smile, pale skin, shining bright eyes…and he’s the all-American boy next door that my friends drool over whenever he interrupts our girls’ night out.

  Sadly, he’s also a stepbrother who doesn’t want his stepsister getting it on with anyone. Ever.

  He’s never said the words, but he seems to make damn sure he stands close to me in the clubs, hovering over me, watching me like a hawk. While my girls are off getting their freak on, I’m chatting it up with Mark.

  Much like tonight.

  It’s my thirtieth birthday. Yup. Big. Three. Zero.

  Evette and Leslee are on the dance floor, their boyfriends grinding against their asses while they move to the beat. And damn, their men are fine, all muscles and covered in smooth, cocoa skin.

  That is what I need.

  “Alesha? Are you listening to me?”

  Mark’s lips brush my ear and I fight against the shiver that races down my spine. I turn to him with a wide smile, bite back my irritation. He’s sweet.

  A very, very sweet temptation. I could gladly gorge myself on his brand of sugar, with hopefully, a hint of spice. And I don’t want a damn bit of nice.

  I turn my head to the side and yell so he can hear me. “Of course I’m listening. You were just saying that you were gonna get me another margarita.”

  I press a smacking kiss to his cheek, leaving a nice smear of lipstick behind.

  When I pull back to smile at him, he just rolls his eyes and screams back to me. “Last one.” I nod. Always the ever-dutiful, little stepsister. “I mean it!” He points a finger at me, scowl in place.

  Later, I’ll blame it on the alcohol. Now, I blame it on his hotness. I lean forward and swallow his finger, run my tongue along the digit and suckle it, slide along the length until he slips free of my mouth. I nip the tip, scrape my teeth over the pad, and then give it a chaste kiss before I lean back. “Thank you, Mark.”

  He looks shell-shocked, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish. An adorable, totally fuckable, white boy fish. He gives himself a full body shake and then rises from his stool, looking at me like I’ve got two fucking heads.

  I don’t.

  But he does.

  One upper and one lower… Yum. Lower.

  “Alesha!” A hand slaps my bare shoulder and I turn to find Evette and Leslee standing nearby, both wearing their “I’m totally about to ditch you so I can get freaky with my man” smiles.

  “Heffas.” Straight up. “Both of y’all are heffas.”

  Evette leans forward first, pulling me into a hug. “Mark can take you home, right?”

  I release her with a roll of my eyes and give Leslee a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Mark can take me home. Did I mention y’all were heffas?”

  “You’re just a jealous bitch.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “And?”

  It’s the same old thing. They go home with their men and I go home with...no one. Except Mark. Who I can’t have.

  I wave the two couples off and watch out for my brother, his lily-white ass weaving through the crowd toward me, my drink in his hand. Damn, we’d look so gorgeous together, my chocolate skin all wrapped around his cream.

  I smile to myself. Coffee’s always better with cream. Always.

  He slides onto the stool and sets my drink before me. The lovely, green liquid beckoning me, I wrap my hand around the cool, sweating glass and bring it to my lips. Focusing on Mark, I lap at the salt, run my tongue along the rim a moment before I take a sip of the tart beverage.

  His attention’s all over me, eating me up with his eyes, mouth slightly parted, and staring at me like he’s a starving man…and I’m dinner.

  Yum.

  Placing my drink on the table, I lean forward and brace myself with a hand on his thigh, squeeze the muscle that flexes beneath my palm before venturing farther north, then brush against his groin with my fingertips.

  “Alesha…” I hear the warning in his voice and I don’t care. I’ve wanted him for far too long. Worst-case scenario? He gets pissed, and stops tagging the fuck along. Score for me! ‘Cause that means he can’t rain on my “please dear God let me get laid” parade any longer.

  A large hand encircles my wrist, keeps me from moving. I stick out my lower lip and pout. “Mark…”

  “You’re drunk.”

  I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m horny, I’ve been attracted to you for forever, and I want to get fucked for my birthday.” I yank free of his hold and snag my purse from the tabletop before sliding from the stool. A quick tug on my tight miniskirt puts things back where they belong, and then I focus again on my stepbrother. “Since it’s obvious you’re not up,” I flick a glance at his groin to make sure he gets the innuendo, “for the challenge, I’ll go home and take care of things myself. Or grab a man on my way out the door.” I step close to him. “Maybe this white boy is too intimidated to give a sista a good time. Maybe there’s someone here who can give me what I need.”

  I spin on my heel and weave my way toward the door, surveying my options. Oh, I get plenty of looks. With my smooth, cocoa skin, long, brown locks currently in micro braids, and a curvaceous body to boot, I’m a catch for any man. White, black, and everything in-between. I’ve got great tits, and also a big booty that men love to grab onto when they fuck me from behind.

  Hell, as horny as I am right now, I’d take just about any man who knows what to do with his cock—no matter the color of his skin.

  Then, I see a man that just may do, and drag one of my fingernails along his arm as I pass, give him a wink that has him turning toward me and stepping in my direction. Only to be brought up short by Mark.

  Mother. Fucker.

  Okay, he’s not really. But I wouldn’t terribly mind him being a sister fucker right about now.

  I don’t hear what he says, but the guy I’d set my sights on returns to his friends while Mark continues to come after me. I roll my eyes and get back on my way.

  In a handful of steps, I’m out of the stifling, cloying air of the club and into the cool night.

  A body presses into me from behind, large erection grinding into my ass, and the scent I’d recognize anywhere surrounds me. “You’re a cock-tease, Alesha.” Hands appear on my hips, flex, and then tighten their grip while he rubs his dick along my crack. “Teasers get punished, even if she happens to be my sister. You’ve pushed me too far—and now you’re going to get what you’re asking for.” Mark nuzzles my neck, teeth scrapes my skin, and then his lips nibble my earlobe. “You ready for that? Ready for your brother to fill your pussy with his big, white cock? Pull your hair? Spank this beautiful, black ass for being a bad girl?”

  I’m aching and hot and wet as fuck. Like cream will be sliding down my thighs at any moment wet. My nipples had hardened with the cool air, but now they’re rock-fucking-hard for an entirely different reason. I don’t want to answer him, afraid of him turning away, but I can’t keep quiet.

  “Yes.” I moan when one hand snakes around me, then slides down my stomach to rest right above my needy mound. “Fuck me. Yes, I’m ready.”

  “Oh, baby, I will.” He releases me for a split second and snags my hand, twines my fingers with his and tugs me into the parking lot. “But no bitching when I mess up your hair.”

  My hair. Lord, how many arguments have we gotten into over my hair. He’s fascinated with all the different looks I’ve had over the years, getting it done just about every weekend. And he always has to play with it.

  No one touches a black woman’s hair. We spend way too much time and money for someone to just fuck it up.

  At the car, I finally answer him, hand on his crotch, stroking his bulge. “Oh, Mark, you fuck me right, and you can do anything you want.” I nibble his lower lip and then slide into his SUV, leaving him there to glare at me for a moment while he adjusts his hard cock. Then, he moves around the vehicle to settle behind the steering wheel.

  “Not another word, Alesha.”

  W ith a lick of my lips, I eye his cock, but remain quiet throughout the drive. Mark navigates the streets of downtown Atlanta with ease, and it’s not long before we’re pulling up in front of his house, a sprawling, ranch-style home with more space than he could ever need.

  I wait while he climbs from the SUV and comes around to hold the door open for me. I keep my mouth shut, smile in place as I follow him up the walk. I watch the shift of his ass in his slacks and I just want to taste it, sink my teeth in and take a bite out of his cute little butt.

  Yeah, I’ve got a bit of an ass fetish.

  Actually, I think it’s more of a “Mark” fetish.

  A quick walk up the path and we’re inside within moments, the interior wrapping us in darkness.

  Then, Mark’s wrapping me in him. The door closes with a soft click, and just like that, my back’s slammed against the solid wood surface, while my brother presses against me from the front. Before I can blink, he has my wrists pinned above my head, leaving me at his mercy.

  Fuck, I like being at his mercy.

  His face is right there, less than an inch from mine, lips merely a stretch away…and I ache to kiss him.

  Mark flexes his hips, his cock growing harder with each passing second it’s pushed against me. I wiggle in response, pussy needy and hurting, begging to be filled. I know my panties are soaked, and soon, the cream will be coating my upper thighs, the thong not much protection against my arousal.

  “Mark…” I want him. Damn, I want this man. Want him to fuck me, make me come, make me scream his name while he pulls my hair and pounds his big dick into me. My pussy, my ass, my mouth. His white cock. Never had a white boy, but damn, it just adds a bit more of the forbidden to this, this thing between sister and brother. Then there’s the fact that my brother has me pinned…

  I’m hot, horny, needy and so fucking ready to come.

  He moans and closes the distance left between us, lips on mine, tongue delving into my mouth and sweeping through, tasting me like I’m tasting him. A hint of scotch explodes over my taste buds as I stroke and tease him, search out his natural flavor while I suck on his tongue, all the while showing him just how well I can treat him.

  Mark rocks his hips against me, and I bring my leg up to go around his waist, dig my heel into his ass, open my thighs to him so he can rub precisely where I ache. He transfers his hold on my wrists to one hand, and then he’s gripping my knee, holding me in place, thick cock teasing my pussy.

  He breaks the kiss for a moment. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  “Oh, Mark.” I do as he asks, ankles locked around his waist to hold them in place, then he releases my arms and knee to grip my ass with his large hands.

  “That’s it baby.”

  I’m being held up by his hands cupping my butt cheeks and the door against my back, with his bulge giving me the friction I need. My pussy’s clenching on air, my slutty cunt’s looking to be filled, more than ready for his big dick. Each flex of his hips sends another frisson of arousal down my spine. “Mark. So good.”

  He kneads my ass, fingers flexing and squeezing. I want him in me, coming and making me come, filling me up with his hot load.

  “Like that? Like your brother rubbing your pussy with his white boy dick? You always used to tease me, Alesha. Talk about how white boys don’t know how to fuck a black woman. You want it, don’t you? Want this fat, white cock.”

  “Yes, Mark, I do. Please…” He presses harder and I gasp, roll my head against the cold surface of the door, so eager to get fucked by my brother.

  “Come on, sis. Let me give you what you need.” All at once, the security of the door leaves me and I’m clinging to Mark like a scared child, arms around his shoulders and a scream in my throat. “I got you, Alesha. Not going to let anything happen to you.”

  I know what I am, and thin isn’t it. I’m thick. Real thick in a lot of places, and definitely not light. But Mark’s carrying me like I weigh nothing. Feeling a little more secure, I turn my attention to keeping his motor running, licking and nibbling his neck, kissing just below his ear, and reveling in the moans that I get in return.

  Before I know it, I’m flying through the air, landing on his big bed with a bounce, a laugh on my lips, my need for him to fill me still unwavering.

  I’m staring at him, his broad shoulders, heaving chest, the huge bulge in his pants. I want it. Want to taste him. To suck him.

  “Next time, baby. You touch me and I’ll explode. I just want to eat that chocolate pussy until you scream, and then fuck you dry.”

  “Fuck, Mark…” I whimper, squirming, rubbing my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the ache.

  He tears his shirt off, showing me all of his muscles, his six-pack abs, and those cute little lines at his hips. Now there, I wanna lick. Love those. Wanna nibble and see if they’re as big a turn-on for him as they are for me.

  His pants are next, practically torn from his body. Big bro’s gone commando, showing me his large, white cock in an instant. Damn the boy’s hung. Long and thick and all for me. The head’s an angry red, like it’s dying to slam into me. Fuck yeah.

  I open my legs, tiny skirt sliding to my waist with ease while I show him my G-string clad pussy. I take one hand and slide a finger along the wet fabric, shudder at the pleasure that shoots through me. “What’re you waiting for then? Come eat my pussy, white boy.”

  Mark kneels on the bed and moves between my legs, stroking that big dick while he watches me rub myself. “Fuck yeah, look at how wet you are. All that cream for me, baby? Are you wet for me?”

  He brushes my hand aside, mimics my moves, touches me like I’ve wanted to be touched for so long. I lean back on my elbows, drop my head back, fully enjoying his caresses and moaning each time he skims my clit. “Yes, all for you. Yours.”

  I’m panting, but I whimper when he pulls his hand away, then gasp when my G-string suddenly disappears with a quick tug on the fabric, leaving my cunt exposed to the cool air.

  “Look at all that cream.” He smiles at me before he shifts his position, bends down and rubs his rough cheek against my inner thigh. “Smells so good. So hot for me. You want me to lick this pussy, Alesha? Want your brother to make you scream?”

  His heated breath fans over my wet lower lips. “Please… Eat me, Mark. Then I want that fat cock to fuck me.” I watch while he slips his tongue out and laps at my slit, tip skating over my needy flesh, a moan forming deep in my chest.

  “You taste so sweet, baby.”

  He dives back in, separates my nether lips, fingers holding me open while he licks me from entrance to clit and back again. He circles my opening, teasing those sensitive nerves, leaving me panting.

  Mark travels up to my exposed button, flick, flick, flicking the nub, shots of pleasure zipping through me, lightning singeing each of my nerve endings as my muscles spasm in response.

  I try to hold back, but I can’t. I drop my weight to the mattress and fist his hair, flex my fingers and dig my nails into his scalp. “Fuck yes, give it to me.”

  He moans against my heat and a finger slides into my pussy, stroking my walls a few times before he fills me with two. “That’s it. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come.”

  Mark sucks on my clit, digits stroking in time with the movements of his mouth, the squishing sounds of him moving in and out of me mingling nicely with my harsh breathing.

  He strokes that neglected place inside me, rubbing against my G-spot with every thrust and retreat.

  I move one of my hands from his head and tug my top aside to reveal my breasts. I pinch my chocolate brown nipple and pull on the hard nub. I rock my hips, move with him, whisper and whimper while he works over my spasming pussy.

  “Yes…there…please…lick that black pussy.” He moans, sucks harder, shoves three fingers into my cunt, and a pinch of pain joins my pleasure.

  Ecstasy’s gathering, slithering through me, connecting all of the nerves in my body and forcing my muscles to twitch. My orgasm’s inching closer, growing bigger and bigger, gathering speed and intensity with each passing second.

  “That cunt taste good? You like licking your sister’s pussy?” Fuck. That nasty talk sends a tremor of pleasure down my spine, forcing my back to arch, a scream from my throat. This is my brother, Mark… My new lover.