I hurried to the door and threw it open. I could hardly believe my eyes! "Mark!" I cried and threw my arms around my step-brother, "what are you doing here?"
I hadn't seen my step-brother in years. My father married his mother when he was already away in college. I was 14 when I met him at the wedding and only saw him once or twice a year on holidays. After he was out of college, he began traveling the world with his job and I went away to college. Christmas my senior year of high school had been the last time we'd seen each other and that was 7 years ago. I was 25 now and he was 30 and he had gotten hot! He stood on my doorstep bathed in moonlight, blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes.
"Why didn't you call me?" I cried and pulled him inside.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know until the last minute I was coming in to town," he said and wrapped his arms around me in a hug, "you aren't busy are you?"
"No, it's fine! I was just surprised. Sit down and let me get you some coffee," I could feel his eyes watching me as I walked towards the kitchen. I was wearing a t-shirt over a pair of boy shorts and my long, tanned legs were toned nicely. As I got the coffee ready I thought about how cute Mark was, he had always been cute, but now he looked like a man, his arms were toned and strong looking and when he wrapped his arms around me I felt a tingle shoot straight through me.
We stayed up late that drinking coffee and talking, catching up on what we had been doing over the years. I noticed that as we talked his eyes kept drifting down to my 38 C breasts that stretched out the t-shirt, down to my legs and back up again. He found ways to brush my long hair off my face, lightly trace his finger on my arm or leg and I could feel a wetness grow between my legs.
Later that night we finally headed to bed. I was tired but so turned on I decided to take a hot shower and take care of the pent-up frustration. I set Mark up on the couch and headed to the shower. I was standing under the hot water, leaned my back against the wall and fingered my swollen nipple. I slid my wet hand down my hard stomach and felt my wet pussy. Suddenly the curtain was thrust open and Mark was stading there looking in at me, naked, arms rippling, a nice hard six-pack and then an 8-inch rock hard cock standing straight up.
"Mark!" I cried and tried to cover myself.
"I'm sorry. I was tired and I didn't notice the water was running," he said but his eyes were running over my naked body, his cock growing more.
"Well, get out of here. I'll finish and let you have the shower," I said. I didn't realize that my fingers were still buried in my pussy but Mark noticed.
He reached in, grabbed my wrist and pulled me from the shower, pressing my wet body against his hard body. "I don't think you want me to go,"
I pulled against him trying to get away, but he was strong, I only succeeeded in rubbing my wet body against him, making him harder.
He smiled down at me, "I've wanted to do this since I saw you last time I was home and saw that your boobs had finally grown and you and your friends were running around the house in your little pajamas teasing me. making my cock hard."
I knew what he was talking about. We had done that purposely to tease him, we didn't think he had noticed.
He pulled me out of the bathroom and threw me roughly on the bed. He was on top of me, holding my hands above my head, looking down at my breasts as they jiggled. He took one hand and began touching me, rubbing it over my breasts, squeezing them, fingering the nipples. I felt a flush of warm fluid between my legs and blushed to know that I was getting turned on. He ran his hand down my stomach and then slid a finger lightly over the lips before pushing it inside slowly. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is little step-sister hot for big step-brother? You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
