“Thanks Annie.  It’s really great to meet you, too, and I am so glad you and my dad found each other.  You seem to be a great pair.”  I smiled warmly and sat down at the edge of the bed.

“Jake wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow, and there’s no other place for him to sleep tonight.  If it’s okay with you I'm going to throw him on the pull-out.”  She patted the couch she was sitting on.

“Wow," I thought to myself. “Since when was my dad okay with the boys staying in my room?”

I squeaked out an awkward agreement, trying to hide my excitement, and at the same time trying not to act strange. An hour or so later there was a soft knock at my door and I quietly invited the knocker to come in. My jaw nearly dropped as he came inside.  I had expected him and was eagerly waiting up.  He was still wet from a shower, and all he was wearing was a little white towel. I must have stared for some time, because it was only the sound of his laugh that broke the spell that his body had put me under.

"Your nipples…they're pierced," I blurted, trying to explain my obvious gawking. My eyes darted to the floor, the heat in my cheeks matching a growing heat between my thighs.

“Yeah… But that's not all that's pierced." His eyebrows lifted and his hips gave a little thrust.

I was speechless, which after several awkward attempts at a clever response, Jake burst out laughing. He was nearly in tears.  Meanwhile I was kicking myself for being such a dork. I was never smooth! When Jake finally managed to control himself, he walked over to his bag, pulling out a pair of green sweat pants. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help it—and for the brief second I saw the dark tan skin that was hiding under the towel.  I looked away, biting my lip.  It had been a while since I’d gotten off.  I couldn’t help it if I had built up sexual frustration.  I was covered up beneath the blankets and I let my fingers trace the delicate place between my thighs.

“So I guess this is it home?" He prodded the cheap mattress, with one eyebrow lifted.

“Yeah, sorry about that.  The damn thing is so old there is talk about me having been conceived on it.“ We both laughed as he crawled in and the springs stretched and moaned under his weight.

He was by no means a small guy.  He was about 6'2" and had to weigh close to one-hundred and ninety pounds. The old bed groaned again under the strain and sagged at his hips. We both settled in and began to read, but I couldn't help my eyes from wandering to him.  Over and over I read the same page.  It didn’t matter how many times I read the words, they just didn’t make any sense.  My mind was distracted and eventually I just began turning pages periodically pretending to read. My mind wasn't on a book: It was on a man.

When Jake began to groan, irritated by the lack of support the bed gave him, I seized the opportunity. My palms suddenly grew sweaty, my heart beat against my ribs; it was now or never, and I wanted it now.

"I guess if you'd like you can share the bed with me,” I said quietly, innocently, raising my hand to display the large portion of the bed that I wasn't using. “Although, you will have to sleep on the side by the wall," I said with a grin. There was no way I was giving up the outside.

For a moment he was quiet and he looked curiously at me. I could feel myself growing more and more nervous and almost regretting having ever offered. What was I thinking? He was practically my stepbrother. Our parents were engaged.  Sure, Annie and David had only been together for six months, but that didn’t make it any less irresponsible to come on to my future stepbrother.

“Damn, it would be nice to sleep in a real bed… Are you sure you don't mind?”

I shook my head at his question, my concern about stepbrother this and stepbrother that no longer a consideration.  “No… It’s no problem at all.”

I pretended to read my book again.  He got up, gathering his things and marching to the side of the bed. He mouthed a thank you as he reached over me easily hopping to his side. The scent of him reached my nose. Taking a deep breath I breathed him in, electricity following the breath deep within me and sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't believe how good he smelled, and what was worse was that I was dying to touch him.

Now that he was next to me neither of us were reading. Instead we chit-chatted for a bit, giggling and laughing and overall enjoying each other's company.

“Yeah, I still haven't lived that down, and mom reminds me of it practically every time we talk." We were both laughing when Jake shifted, his leg brushing against my own.

I let out a sigh unexpectedly, the heat of his touch like fire against me. My mind fought with my body. I was eager to brush my skin against his, but I was reluctant to make the first move. Jake had I grown particularly quiet, and I wondered if he was struggling with the same dilemma. In the end I couldn't help myself, I was just too shy, I rolled over turning off the light and grumbling a disappointed good night.

I didn't know how I would ever get any sleep.  Lying next to him my entire body seemed magnetic. I could feel every hair standing on end tugged at by an invisible force in his direction. I don't know how long I laid there. My body was motionless and fantasizing when suddenly Jake moved. He casually rolled onto his side, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on the back my neck. It was hot, and though it was just air between us my entire body came to life.

I felt his breath in my toes working at this sensitive and responsive nerves that lined the inside of my thighs. It worked down from my neck through my nipples and deep into my belly and I could feel myself growing wet, without a single physical touch. I was biting my lip, I was wishing for him to touch me, and finally I let out a soft whimper, unable to hold back any longer. Jake's hand made its way to my hip, and his lips suddenly made contact with my exposed neck. His grip pulled me back and as our bodies made contact I felt a stiff rod against my back.  His cock was rock hard and felt hot pressed against me. I wondered, just how long, we had both been lying there fantasizing about one another.

His dick was huge, massive even.  It felt like a rolling pin between us. I stretched my hips back, letting the crack between my cheeks paint a picture for my eager mind. My grinding did not escape him, and his hips push forward sinking his dick deep between the valley of my behind.

His lips we're on my ear now and his hot breath filled my ear. With each exhale a new wave of pleasure washed over me.

“You have no idea how much your curvy ass turns me on,” he whispered, his hand grabbing my thick bottom, cupping the flesh.

"That's not the only thing that's curvy about me," I assured him, taking his hand and sliding towards my tummy and to my supple breasts.

He rolled my nipple between his four finger and thumb as his hips once again thrust into my behind. An instant later Jake leapt up from the place beside.  His body flexed over mine and he pressed my knees apart.   I felt the pulse of his cock as his thick rod pressed into the delicate flesh of my swollen mound. Our lips met in the dark, and the spark between us was nearly too hot to handle. Inhibition escaped me as our tongues twisted around one another.

I gasped a high-pitched squeal as Jake slid his strong hands into my panties.  His fingers sliding easily down my delicate and moist pink flesh. Jake moaned softly in my ear, and I felt his breathing increase into a ragged pant. Fingers inside me, penetrating me deeply, again and again. His body was tense as he gave me three rapid thrusts with his finger. I gasped again loudly. The two of us were building rhythm.  He would explore, and each time I would moan, he would focus harder on the places that made me cry out. His touch got harder as I began to thrust my hips onto him.  I had been fingered before, but never like this. When Jake found what he was looking for his fingertips forcefully pulled forward into the front my belly. I shuddered and struggled to keep from screaming out with pleasure. I had no idea that the so called G-spot was real, and was ashamed as I realized that he knew more about my body then I did. Pleasure overwhelmed me and with each short, ragged breath, his fingers worked harder.