Free Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance by Helen Lucas

before and it had always sort of scared me.
     
    But now, I was here and I was doing it—I was sucking my brother’s cock. I loved the way he filled my mouth, loved the way his cock seemed to expand in my mouth, growing larger, growing harder, making me its slave as my tongue worked its way around his girth, feeling every inch of him, finding the spots where he was most sensitive.
     
    The tip of my tongue traced the length of the long, throbbing vein that ran along the top of his shaft, savoring the way it felt, this ridge. I had to turn my head to pull off this maneuver, but I was so enthralled, so enraptured by sucking him, I was willing to do anything. I felt like I was making love to him with my mouth and I wanted him to love it as much as I was loving it.
     
    “Fuck… You’re incredible at this, you know that?” Damien murmured. I couldn’t help but blush, pulling off of him.
     
    “Really? This is my first time. I honestly have no idea whatsoever what I’m doing.”
     
    “Really,” Damien confirmed, grunting and thrusting his hips forward ever so slightly by way of indicating that it was time for me to keep working. My lips drifted back to his cock again and, closing my eyes, I impaled my mouth on his shaft once more, letting the tip hit the back of my throat. I found myself gagging, but I wasn’t about to let myself lose my composure.
     
    Damien’s firm but gentle hand on the back of my head guided me down, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, into my throat. I had watched some porn, on occasion—I knew this was called deep-throating and I knew from overhearing girls at school talk that boys expected this now. It had always looked uncomfortable but now… Now I wanted to do it. Wanted to make Damien feel good. Wanted to make his cock explode in my mouth and film my throat with his hot seed. Wanted to feel it dribbling over my lips, over my tongue, wanted to swallow it all—his essence.
     
    Look at me now, dad. You can’t fucking control me. No matter what you do, I’m my own person—and now I’m sucking off my brother in his car.
     
    God, where did that thought come from? I had never been the rebellious type—not once. Not since I had once skipped doing my math homework for a week as a kid had I done something so rebellious, so naughty.
     
    I guessed I was making up for lost time.
     
    Well, frankly, I couldn’t think of anyone better able to help me than my brother. My brother, Damien.
     
    God, those words were like a pure aphrodisiac to me. Just thinking them made me hot. Made my nipples hard and rub against my bra in a way that drove me crazy, drove me wild, made me want to tear my clothes off and jump on Damien, jump his bones—literally. Made me want to bend over and beg him to take me over and over again, beg him to fuck my brains out, fuck me like a slut.
     
    Where were these thoughts coming from? This wasn’t me. Or maybe, just maybe, the me that had lived, terrified of my father, practically friendless for so many years—maybe that wasn’t me. The me that I thought was real had never been real.
     
    The real me knew what she wanted. And she didn’t care what she had to do to get it. She didn’t care if it was going to be found—what she wanted—at a college on the other side of the country or in her stepbrother’s pants.
     
    I didn’t even care, for a moment, at least, that I couldn’t be with Damien for real. Right now, all that mattered were his moans, the way his cock twitched in my mouth, and whether or not I could fit him into my mouth down to the hilt of his shaft.
     
    And then, like that, I took a deep breath and, gagging only slightly, his cock passed through me. I held myself there for a few moments before slowly sliding off of him, slowly, ever so slowly, pulling off his throbbing, slick shaft, my lips massaging him as I went, rubbing his flesh, squeezing and gripping him.
     
    “Jesus Christ…” Damien groaned. “That’s amazing. I thought