EroticReverie

Chanel

I knew my step brother was a douche. His father warned me that it wasn't likely I'd get along with him. But i'd seen pictures of Zayne, recent ones, and knew that I planned to get along with him, really, really well. I did however expect him to be a little less obvious, and his friends to be a little more less subtle. Did they not have any respect for themselves? They drooled like puppies that had a piece of steak dangled in front of them. 

It was laughable how easy it was to bring boys and men to their knees, with just a pretty face and a decent body. They're animals, every last one. I may only be seventeen for a few more months, and I know I'm still young by regular standards. But I was a hell of a lot smarter than most people my age. With my family, and our wealth, my education had been the best. I graduated already, last year, because I'd skipped a grade. I probably could have skipped more than just one, but my mother insisted it would fuck up my social skills to be advanced that far, and fuck with my development? Whatever. 

School came naturally to me, it bored me, and was too easy. So, I found my fun, and stimulated my mind in other ways. Manipulating boys, and men. Seeing how far they'd go, and the things they'd do just for the hope of getting their hands on me. Sometimes I let them get as far as they wanted, but only because it's what I wanted too. The others, I toyed and toyed with till they either got smart, or gave up, or decided I was an "ugly fat whore" because they weren't getting a pay out for all the time they invested in trying to win me over. 

I don't have to look behind me to know that my new step brother is following me out of the ballroom. I insulted him. Called him out. His fragile male ego is wounded and now he's going to make it his business to figure out "what i'm up to" because I intrigue him. Even if I piss him off, he's intrigued. 

I pull the guy into the large study down the hall, and purposely leave the door open just a crack as I set down my champagne glass and then reach up to the guys face and pull it down to mine as his hands go right to my ass. Slipping of the smooth satin fabric and bunch it in his hands, making my dress draw up the backs of my thighs as I part my mouth and go all in, knowing that Zayne is either already watching, or seconds away from it. 

I grab the guys jacket, pulling him around the room as we make out, his hands all over me, his tongue giving a lackluster performance in my mouth. It's too much, lacking any mehtodical teasing movement or seduction. No matter how hard I work my own tongue to fucking guide him, he's just too damn excited to be hooking up right now. 

"You carry a condom on you?" I ask as I push him back to the couch, letting his calves hit the bottom of it, and grabbing his shirt, pulling it up out of his pants. 

"yeah" he groans, reaching into his suit acket, taking out his wallet and I smirk as I take his pants down slightly, letting them, just fall open and pushing down his briefs as I draw his cock out of his pants and then watch him groan, dropping the wallet and the condom to the couch. 

"fuck, i want you to suck my cock" he groans and I just give a little laugh. I push at his chest and make him sit on the couch as I let my eyes drift to the door just slightly it's cracked open still, and a shadow stands there and I let my eyes go back to the guy in front of me. I was not sucking his dick. He was a quick fuck. He wasn't getting me on my fucking knees. Especially not when his mouth couldnt even kiss me properly. I shouldnt even fuck him, because if a man cant kiss, he surely cant fuck. But I was horny, and turned on over how hard my step brother had stared at my fucking tits. I'd have my fun with him. Probably with his friends too. but first, i'd drive him mad. Drive him fucking crazy and again, like other guys, see just how far I could go, how far I could push. I had a feeling Zayne wouldnt want to admit he wants to fuck me. But it was clear as fucking day the second I saw him staring at me with his friends. 

I lift the condom to my mouth and rip the wrapper with my teeth, and then slide our the condom and roll it onto the strangers cock. 

I told him I was nineteen out there in the ballroom, oops. I guide him to my pussy , and I watch the door move out of the corner of my eye, it swings open without a sound, and I moan as I sink onto the average sized dick below me, as I lock eyes with Zayne. 

"mmm, fuck" I exhale. It felt good. But I was defintely putting on more of a show without making it too obvious. 

"shit, i'm so fucking wet" I pant, my eyes on Zayne's his jaw clenching as I partially smirk before throwing my head back and , with my hands on the guys shoulders, I bounce on his cock. 

"mmm ,yeah, touch me" I moan as the guys hands grab my tits and squeeze and he groans. 

I gasp as he pulls the panel on of my breasts to the sides. My eyes lifting to Zayne again, and he doesnt miss it. He doesnt miss my exposed breast and my hard nipple, before the guy dips his head down and sucks it right into his mouth.

"mmm, fuck" I hiss as I keep my eyes on Zayne, panting, my eyes dropping to the erection in his pants, then back to his face , nostrils flaring, as he just stands there and watches. 

I ride the guy harder and his head lifts and goes back as I move my hips and grab his throat and dip down, licking along his jaw as my eyes lift to Zayne's and I grin as my tongue licks to the guys ear.

"mmm, you feel so fucking good in my pussy" I tell the guy beneath me, even though, he only felt decent at bes. 

"yeah, uh huh" I moan as the guys starts thrusting, grabbing my ass and fucking me back as I bounce on his lap. 

"give it to me, harder....harder!" I cry and Zayne grabs his cock, squeezing his erection through his pants as he watches and I sit up, pulling the other panel of my dress aside, exposing both of my tits to Zayne. Screw the man with his cock inside me. My tits were for the guy across the room currently rubbing his cock while watching me fuck. 

My tits bounce, his eyes are fierce as he watches them and I grind my hips on the man under me, cursing as my clit finds the friction it needs. 

"mmm, you like those tits" I moan, my eyes flicking to Zayne. The guy under me groans a hell yes even though my question is truly for someone else. 

"mmmmmmm, you like how they bounce for you?" I moan loudly, Zayne's jaw looks like it's about to break, his nosrils flaring as the guy i'm fucking, groans another hell yes. 

"mmm, you're such a fucking pervert" I hiss to Zayne, the guy im screwing stalls in confusion at being called a pervert, but I grab the guys face and shove them in my tits, making him shut his fucking mouth and keep it busy as I look over his head, my mouth parted, letting out Oscar award winning moans of pleasure that's barely there. The only pleasure that IS there, is because of the pervert across the room watching his seventeen year old step sister fuck. 

I grin at him, biting my lips, my eyes burning into him, and his burning right back into me. 

"mmmmm, sooo good" I breathe and keep grinding myself on his cock, the guy not even aware of our audience. My new step brother. 

I smile at him, winking, and giggling as I throw my head back. Knowing my little laugh, my wink, all of it, smiling right at him, is just going to piss him off. But he's going to be hard as fuck while scowling about it. I don't spare him another glance. I give....whoever this is under me, my undivided attention. 

I fake my fucking orgasm, because I wasnt going to get there. This guy was turning me off more than he was turning me on. When my "orgasm" is happening, the guy follows seconds after as I make my pussy clench and pulse on his cock, cursing and bucking my hips, and forcing my body to tremble and spilling tiny little cries into the study.

As I pant , and the guy jerks his hips into me, groaning. I lift my eyes as I lean against the guys, pretending I need to relax after my "orgasm". My eyes fall back to my step brother, and he's smirking. He narrows his eyes, and mouths a single word in silence.

"Faker."