Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set(20)

Letting my knees splay apart, in my mind I could see Julian between my legs, smiling at me with a look that was a lot like his cocky grin he'd shown me so many times before, but this time different. The * was gone, and the cockiness was just a simple mix of eagerness, affection, and confidence that he could make me feel like heaven itself was coming through for me. His fingers slipped easily into my wet folds, stroking up and down while I writhed on the bed. When two fingers plunged into my tight * itself, my eyes shot open, staring unseen at the white ceiling above my bed. The fingers worked in and out, slowly pumping and building inside me, curling a bit to rub against my g-spot as they did. No man had ever touched me so well, and tears trickled from the corners of my eyes as I mouthed Julian's name over and over into the darkness. When another hand came up to stroke my clit, I almost screamed, holding back the sound only through sheer force of will and the fact most of my breath had been driven out of me.

My * was pleasured like this, with two fingers inside me while another one stroked my clit, until I could feel the wetness pooling on the sheets underneath my rising and falling hips. I couldn't take much more, and I squeezed my eyes shut, begging my fantasy Julian to release me from the torture I was in. He grinned and leaned forward, his long, perfectly pink tongue coming out to lick my clit one final time, and I exploded. My head slammed over and over into my pillow as my body quaked through a long denied and much needed climax, the sensations so strong and so hard that I could almost hear and feel Julian's body pressed against mine as he held me, whispering in my ear that he would be the one for me.

My fantasy evaporated as my orgasm faded away, and I was left with a satiated body but a burning need in my heart. I swallowed a soft sob as I put a new set panties on and dropped off to sleep, whispering Julian's name into my pillow as I felt the darkness overtake me.

Julian



I could hear Krystal tossing and turning on the bed after I left for my room, ashamed. It wasn't that I didn't want her. At that moment, I wanted her more than life itself. If God above himself opened up the heavens and told me I could have the world, or I could have Krystal, I know what my choice would be.

But as I was there on the couch with her, so close, I could hear the little devil inside me, the * who wanted to destroy Krystal just to get back at Johnathan Castelbon, giggle in glee. It froze me, and my desire and need turned into a horrified revulsion. It wasn't Krystal I was repulsed by, it was that I was disgusted by myself.

I saw in my mind all the women I'd just f*cked and tossed away, starting with my math tutor when I was in high school, all the way to Cindy/Candy/ah hell I never did get her name in LA. I saw all the dumb ass times I'd gotten drunk, started fights, and basically was a worthless piece of shit with a large bank account.

As those images flashed in my mind, I thought about what I'd seen of Krystal in just the short time I'd known her. I saw a woman who was not only beautiful, but intelligent, classy, and knew who she was and where she was going. She was going places, places someone like me could never take her, and to ruin that would be a crime greater than anything John Castelbon ever did to my mother.

I heard a soft shift in the sounds of Krystal tossing in bed, and the squeak of her bed frame took on a rhythmic cadence that I knew all too well. Inside I cursed myself as I listened, my cock hardening in my pants as I realized what she was doing. Krystal, the woman who was perfect in every way to me, was laying less than fifty feet away, in a dark room, touching her beautiful body. I clamped down on my lust with steely resolve, determined not to touch myself and spoil such a beautiful thing, but I couldn't stop my ears from listening as the pace increased, and then I heard something that tore deep into my soul, exploding something inside that I didn't know had ever existed. "J.....iaaannnn."

It had been soft, probably so soft she hadn't even realized she'd made the sound as her orgasm distracted her. But one of the things I am blessed with is very good hearing, and I could hear. I could hear the wet, slick sounds of her fingers doing what I wanted to do oh so badly, and the hitch in her breath as she froze, unable to take any more before her breath came out in a long, almost silent shudder. Still I sat on my bed, refusing to touch my cock despite what my body wanted, until I heard the soft snores coming from her room that told me she was asleep.

That one word. It told me everything. If I gave in to my inner devil, I could destroy her. I could destroy her mother Sandra, I could destroy her marriage to John Castelbon, I could destroy the man who was my father. Utter and complete victory could be mine. Vengeance could be mine.

But to do it, I'd be hurting an innocent woman, a beautiful work of art, the kind from the heavens that blessed humanity once a century. If hurting my mother made John Castelbon a criminal in my eyes, what would hurting Krystal Aksoy make me? If his crime would be like someone spray painting graffiti on a building, hurting Krystal would be like tearing the Mona Lisa to pieces and then pissing on the scraps.

But if I could resist my inner devil, then perhaps I could do more than just avoid hurting Krystal. There was a chance, maybe a fool's chance, but still a chance, for not just happiness, but perhaps redemption. If I could give myself fully to this woman, maybe when my end came and I had to stand before the seat of judgment, that one good thing could help cancel out the ticket to hell I'd bought with the past twenty years of my life.

Tears trickled down my face as I thought of what a selfish, worthless * I'd been, the people I'd hurt. I was my own prosecutor, judge, and jury as I convicted myself over and over for the next four hours, my hands shaking and my breath shuddering as I thought about how much I'd f*cked up my life.