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  Double Teamed

  Gia Blue

  September 2011

  Published by i heart Smut. Copyright, Gia Blue.

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  Double Teamed

  MATT

  I’m wondering if it’s wrong for me to want my stepbrother, Matt. And not just a casual want, either. We’re talking “bow chicka bow bow” al night long kind of want.

  I’ve had the hots for him for a hel a long time. Actual y, not just him, but his best friend, Shaun, too.

  I started noticing them while I trudged through puberty. They made my heart flutter and gave me tingles in those “we don’t talk about them” places.

  My mom was widowed when I was two and then married Matt’s dad when I was twelve. Four years later, Mom died of renal failure, which left me living with my stepdad and Matt.

  So, yeah, technical y, Matt isn’t real y my brother. He’s my stepfather’s son from his previous marriage. We aren’t bound by blood.

  And my stepfather never adopted me. So there.

  Technical y, we’re not real y, real y related. Which means I can pounce on him.

  Matt is three years older than me and just hit twenty-one a week ago.

  Of course he had to go out and party with his best friend, Shaun, as soon as they could get the night off. They headed out, and when Shaun had final y hauled Matt’s ass home from the bar, hammered beyond belief, I helped him drag Matt into his room to sleep it off. After Shaun left, Matt hauled himself vertical and reached for me, petting me, soft fingers stroking my exposed skin.

  And those touches had definitely been in the “bow chicka bow bow” kind of way. Matt rose from the bed and I backed away, trying to keep distance between us. This was territory we’d never ventured into. But he’d cornered me and slipped a hand into my shirt, cupping my breast while he slurred against my neck, rambling about how much he wanted to fuck me, that he would if I weren’t his stepsister.

  To be honest, that fucking turned me on.

  Hard.

  Fucking.

  Core.

  Matt’s gorgeous, chicks swoon over him, with shoulder-length brown hair, cornflower blue eyes and lips that look made for kissing. He’s tal , nice and fit from working in my stepfather’s body shop al day. I like to sneak over and watch him work shirtless when the day gets super-hot. We live in Tucker Point, a smal redneck town dead center in Arizona, and the body shop doesn’t have AC, so when the temp hits a hundred degrees, Matt and Shaun both ditch their shirts.

  That’s when the true fun begins. I often come up with some dumb excuse or another to head over there, just to ogle them while they work.

  Now Matt’s a hotty, no doubt, but Shaun has a different brand of sex appeal. He has dark skin from his Latino blood and intense chocolate-brown eyes. It almost feels as though he can melt me from the inside out with just a look. He isn’t as tal as Matt, but he is twice as muscular. When he’s not working on cars, he’s at the gym, boxing.

  I’ve seen him go at it in the ring a few times with Matt, and he’s fast and furious. Shaun’s also a lesson in contradictions. Normal y, he’s gentle and attentive, a real pussy cat. But in the ring, he becomes a hungry predator. His coach says he’s a real gem and could go far if he worked hard.

  The two of them do it for me, al the way.

  And, of course, whenever I delve into my fantasies, they’re the stars. A lot of the time.

  They say teenagers are nothing but big hormone-fueled kids. They’re preaching to the choir. In my case, I’ve been an exceptional y horny teen. I lost my virginity at sixteen. Did half the footbal team at seventeen. One third of the cheerleading team as wel . I’m a slut queen and I’m proud of my title. I don’t have sex because of poor self-esteem or any of that other stuff. Nope, I just like sex. A lot.

  At eighteen, I’m seriously considering a career in the sex industry. I have a nice little body.

  Tight firm ass. And a nice rack. I might not be Hol ywood beautiful, but I’ve never had to beg for compliments. Per my last fuck buddy, I’ve got those big, brown fawn eyes that make men want to scoop me up as if I were a damsel in distress.

  Couple them with my pale skin and silky, black hair, and I can lure just about any man I want into bed. Somehow, I’ve been blessed with the ability to persuade men out of their pants, and I have no idea why. General y, when a guy I’m interested in gets a good look into my eyes, hears the whisper of my bedroom voice, he loses al wil power and is ready to give me what I want. Typical y, that’s only one thing: sex.

  I don’t do it for something in return.

  No money.

  No material things.

  I do it for one reason: pleasure.

  Sex is good. Even a vil age idiot knows that. And I chase the good stuff like an addict hunting down his next high. Plus, I give as good as I get.

  Lately, I can’t think of anything I want more than my stepbrother and his best friend in my bed.

  The only reason I haven’t done them is because, wel , Matt is my stepbrother. And Shaun is his shadow. They’re forbidden. I’ve taken those dirty, growly, sweaty fantasies and locked them away.

  Except…Matt has wiggled uncertainty into my mind when he’d groped me, touched and teased me with his mouth and hand. Now I’m stuck trying to figure out if he’s real y interested in me, or if it were the alcohol talking.

  Until recently, he’s always played the part of big brother. He’s always been furious when someone would cal me a slut. (Not that I cared.) One time, Matt got into a fight with some guy when he offered me money to fuck him. I wasn’t interested. Not only because he treated me like a whore, but he was also fugly and I only fuck beautiful people. Vain, I know.

  Matt spent a night in jail because of me, and it made me want him even more.

  This morning, al sober, Matt doesn’t seem to recal revealing his deepest, darkest, hottest secret to me. I whip up breakfast as usual while he’s clutching his head at the table, complaining about his hangover.

  The eggs and sausages disappear into his bottomless pit of a stomach with gusto.

  Did he seriously forget he’d stuck his hand into my bra, popped it open and sucked my nipple? God, I’d been surprised at how good it’d felt, how gentle and talented his mouth truly was. I wish it had gone further, but I’d stopped him when I heard my stepfather’s Buick in the driveway. The last thing I wanted was to be caught in flagrante delicto. I’m a stickler for being careful.

  The day has passed without a word from
Matt about last night, so I hunt him up, find him in our garage alone, working on his own ‘53

  Camaro he salvaged from Pick and Pul and has been rebuilding from scratch. The car is almost finished with its new leather seats and fancy stereo. The engine gleams and roars to life with a turn of the key. Matt has painted it cherry red and even named the thing: Cindy.

  I approach without a sound, intent on surprising him. I lean close, lips close to his ear…

  “How’s Cindy going?”

  My stepbrother startles. A good natured grin on his face. “She’s going to be the hottest ride in town.”

  “I bet.” I smile in return, not giving him any space. The car does look very sexy. “Wil you take me for a ride when you finish her?”

  “Anything for you, baby cake.” Matt closes the hood of the Camaro and pads to the sink, washing his hands. The black grime turns the water gray.

  Baby cake. Matt had always expressed his affection by cal ing me baked goods. My stepfather goes with sugary confections. Weird.

  But the two of them have been extra nice since my mother passed. They think I’m fragile. As if I’l break from a frown. I might look it, but I’m not.

  Okay, I’m only five-foot-two and weigh ninety-nine pounds. Half of it goes to my boobs—one of my best, natural assets. The other half settles in my tight, shapely ass. Two things men notice right away when they spot me. But I could total y take them on.

  I flop onto the hood of the Camaro, back resting against the bright red metal. The engine has been running and heat radiates through my body. I like the warmth. I often imagine making love on the hood of the car.

  “Lisa, what are you doing?” Matt frowns.

  “Trying on the Camaro. I want to be as hot as her.” I close my eyes, imaging one of my fave porn vids, some stud taking his bitch on the hood of the car, the hot sun beating down on them, the engine running and pouring vibrations through them.

  One of the best sex scenes I’ve ever seen.

  Hands down, er, up? Inside?

  The rumble of the garage door lowering interrupts my squirmy little fantasy. “Why did you do that? It’s hot in here.” My eyes are stil closed and I’m hoping he’l wander away so I can finish my fun.

  “I don’t want the neighbors to see you parading in your underwear.”

  I shrug. “I don’t care.”

  “I care. I have to live here.”

  And I don’t? As soon as I graduate next month, I’l be packing my bags and heading for Hol ywood. Actual y, to San Fernando Val ey, the American porn capital. If Jenna can be a multi-mil ionaire from getting fucked, I can do the same with a little luck, discipline and hard work.

  I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my skirt, dip beneath my panties and touch my pussy, slip a finger along my slit, and stroke my clit. It must be great being a porn star. Doing what I love. Fucking beautiful people and get paid a truckload while doing it.

  “Lisa!”

  I open up eyes and look at a bewildered Matt. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it looks like?”

  He yanks my wrist out of my panties. “Cut it out.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s not proper for a girl like you doing stuff like that.”

  “Proper?” I laugh, I can’t help it. “This coming from a guy who stuck his hand inside his stepsister’s bra, pul ed out her tit and sucked on her nipple? Real y?”

  He freezes. Eyes wide. “I-I did that?”

  “You don’t remember?”

  “God.” Matt covers his face with his hands. “I sorta…I thought it was a dream.”

  “Wel , it wasn’t.”

  “I’m so sorry.” He drops his hands, and he’s white as a ghost, stricken with horror.

  “Why? I enjoyed it. Too bad we couldn’t go further, but Dad came home.”

  Matt turns quiet. Shame and guilt warring across his features.

  I sit up. “Come on. Technical y we aren’t brother and sister.”

  “But it would be wrong.”

  “Says who? Society? Maria Anna,

  Archduchess of Austria, bangs her first cousin, Ferdinan I I. And John V, Count of Armagnac, bangs his own sister, Isabel e, Lady of the Four-Val eys. And you think society is ‘proper’?” I snort, I can’t help it.

  Matt gives me a puzzled look.

  I sigh. “Unlike you, I read books. I’m not as dumb as people think, you know?”

  “Nobody said you’re dumb.”

  “Slut queen?” I offer. “Just because I like sex, doesn’t mean I’m a bad person. Or that I’m an idiot.” I hook a finger through a belt loop of his jeans, pul him closer. “I know you want me. You told me so. And I want you too, for quite a long time now.”

  “Lisa…”

  I pout. “Not baby cake?” I grab his hand and place it on my breast, nothing but thin cotton separating our skin. I force him to give me a squeeze and he does it, albeit hesitantly. “Harder.

  You did it so good last night.”

  He makes a gurgling noise in his throat, something between a whimper and a moan.

  I wrap an arm around his neck and brush my lips across his for a moment before deepening the kiss, taking what I want. I give it to him hard, demanding. As if I’m a starving sex addict and he’s the only thing that’l make it al better.

  I tease and coax, stroke his tongue with my own, savor his taste, draw him out of his shel until he reciprocates, unsure at first before he becomes bold. He delves into my mouth, sweeping across my palate, the roof of my mouth, licking my teeth. He places a hand behind my head, holds me stil while he deepens our connection. For a while we do nothing but grope, lips locked.

  He squeezes my breast, nipple hardening beneath his palm while my pussy grows wet in response. It’s getting better and better as the seconds pass, heightening my arousal.

  While he’s busy kissing the breath out of me, I busy myself with his jeans. A flick of fingers has the snap open and I slip the zipper down. I shove the pants away and I reach for his cloth-covered erection. His cock strains against the fabric as if reaching for me, as if it has a mind of its own and I’m the promise land.

  Matt is showering my throat with kisses, hands working at my breasts, pul ing me closer with every move. I shove my hand inside his briefs and say hel o to his cock, the smooth shaft fitting in my palm easily. It’s hard and big, the head leaking pre-cum, showing me just how excited my stepbrother truly is.

  I clasp his shaft, stroke him up and down his length, squeeze him a little and brush my thumb across the head, smoothing the creamy liquid over the silken skin.

  Before long he pul s away from our kiss, panting as he drops his forehead to mine.

  “Take these off.” I tug on his briefs. “I want to suck your cock.” God, do I. It’s nice and fat and I know he’l fil me once we get to the good stuff.

  Matt swal ows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re s-sure?”

  “Cocksure.” I grin and slide down from the Camaro’s hood.

  Matt shoves his jeans down his legs and the briefs soon fol ow to pool around his ankles. I push him against the side of his Camaro and then kneel with ease, bringing me eye level with his dick.

  I take his cock in hand and give him a long, slow lick from base to tip, flicking his tiny slit, and gather the drops of pre-cum that have reformed.

  A shiver travels through him and I press my cheek against the shaft, inhale a lungful of his musky scent. I do love my stepbrother, maybe more physical y than emotional y, but it’s love, none the less. His cock is surrounded by a brown, coarse thatch trimmed close to his skin. God, he’s got a nice, big, fucking cock. Not beautiful, but rough and peasant-like. The type of dick that is good for one thing, and one thing only—long, hard, sweaty, monkey screaming fucking.

  I lick his bal s, suck the loose flesh and savor the salty taste of his skin. Moving back to my prize, I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, twirling and swirling my saliva as if I were painting a masterpiece. Up a
nd down, this way and that, I lick him, memorize every texture, the smooth spots and tiny dips, the places that make him moan and those that make him shudder.

  By the time I reach the head, Matt is quivering from head to toe and I haven’t even truly begun. I suck the tip gently, siphon the creamy cum that is constantly leaking. Matt is panting, moaning like a pitiful little kitten. He murmurs my name so affectionately, soft and sweet, begging and pleading while I savor my human lol y pop.

  I clasp his cock with both hands, ready to give him a taste of what I’ve learned from my avid porn watching. I move in a way that lets his cock sway inside my mouth, moving in circles in the moist cavern, dick stroking the roof of my mouth, grazing my teeth, getting assaulted with every bit of pleasure I can provide.

  And Matt seems to like it. He grips my hands, directs my movements until his dick is moving in clockwork circles, moans pouring from his mouth.

  I stop it al by giving him a deep suck, yanking a groan from his chest.

  Then I tease his special spot, the one weakness many women seem to forget. It’s a man’s kryptonite. I cal it the “bring a guy to his knees” spot, that little pressure point on the underside of his cock where the shaft connects with the head. I give it a little tickle with the tip of my tongue and I usual y have a guy coming within seconds.

  Matt fidgets and fists my hair. “Lisa…

  Lisa…” he sobs. I look up from my position on the floor and watch his face redden, his breathing strangled. His moans, tel s me he’s enjoying the torment, but like most men, he probably can’t take too much of my teasing.

  Luckily, I’m feeling generous today and grant him a moment of relief. I let him slip free of my mouth for a brief second before I engulf his cock, take him to the base, deep-throat his swol en shaft and suck him as if my life depends on his pleasure.

  I only get to taste him for moments before Matt cries, cock jerking in my mouth as he comes.

  I keep up my steady pace, swal ow his cum until the barest hints of his salty flavor hit my taste buds. His semi-flaccid cock slips free of my lips, leaving a trail of saliva dribbling down my chin.