Stepbrother Studs: Dustin by Selena Kitt

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Selena Kitt’s *Stepbrother Studs*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the taboo fantasy to life.

Sissy and her stepbrother, Dustin, are both in college now and their parents are finally letting them plan a trip to the family’s cabin on their own.

But when it turns out that Sissy’s sometimes-boyfriend bails on her for the umpteenth time, and Dustin’s on-again off-again girlfriend gets sick and can’t go, the siblings end up precariously alone.

This gives both of them an opportunity to reveal some taboo truths and forbidden fantasies they’ve kept secret from each other.

For Sissy and Dustin, things are about to get real.

Warning: This title contains shamelessly wicked displays of taboo sex so hot—careful!—it may just melt your ereader!

Word Count: 8,100



I wasn’t sure what woke me. I was disoriented, unsure where I was, until I heard the sound of the waves against the shore. It was still full-dark, very late—or very early. Behind me, Dustin was asleep, breathing deeply. Then I felt what had woken me as he groaned and shifted again—I felt his erection against my lower back and gasped, the heat of it incredible, even through his boxers.

“Dustin?” I whispered, feeling the roll of his hips forward, wedging his cock against the crack of my ass. I was wearing a t-shirt and panties, but things had gotten all twisted while we slept, and my sleeping bag was somewhere down near my ankles.

“Mmm no more,” he mumbled. “There are plain ones on the counter.”

I blinked in the darkness, trying to decipher this code. The feel of his cock against my ass made me ache. I try to wiggle away, but his hand was on my hip and I couldn’t escape. Was he asleep or awake?

“I want one,” he whispered, close to my ear. “Gimme.”

“Dustin, are you sleeping?”

He moaned softly and his hips began to move, the shaft of his erection rubbing slowly, bunching my panties up between my ass cheeks. I felt the grip of his fingers on my hip, my ass, heard his breath coming faster. Was he really still sleeping? I glanced over my shoulder to see, but it was too dark to tell if his eyes were open or closed.

“Dustin?” I whispered again, a little louder. Maybe I could wake him up? Should I wake him up? Wasn’t waking up sleepwalking people dangerous or something? I remembered when we were kids, when he’d spend the night with Richard, he used to sleepwalk all the time. My parents would find him in the kitchen or trying to get out the back door. They used to just guide him back to bed, and he never remembered anything in the morning.

“Mmmmm.” Dustin moaned again and this time the thrust of his hips was more violent. Oh my god, his cock was free! How had that happened? I whimpered, feeling the hard press of him against my ass, the head slick against my lower back, sliding easily. It would just take a little maneuvering, nudging my panties aside, a shift of my hips, and he could be inside me.

He’s your brother’s best friend!

I gasped as Dustin moved, his hips adjusting, his cock too, oh god, now he was pressed between my thighs, his shaft rubbing between them. My pussy felt fat and hot. I whimpered again, trying once more to wiggle away, but it only forced him further between my legs, his cock wedging my panties deep between my swollen pussy lips.

“Dustin,” I moaned as he began to thrust in his sleep, driving my panties through my slick slit, the head of his cock rubbing against my clit. I spread my legs more for him. I couldn’t help it. Oh that was good. So fucking good.

This isn’t happening. That’s what I told myself as I arched back against him. I’m dreaming.

I found my hand between my own legs, pulling my sticky-wet panties aside so I could feel the head of his dick rubbing against my clit. But I wanted more. Oh god, what was wrong with me?

“Dustin?” I asked, louder this time. He didn’t answer me. Instead, he groaned and grunted and thrust. He was sleeping, I was sure of it. He wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

I pressed his cockhead against my clit with my fingers, rubbing it there, moaning and arching back. My pussy lips wrapped themselves around his shaft, almost like we were fucking, but it still wasn’t enough. I took him in my hand, marveling at the heat and thrust of him. So big!

I wanted it. I wanted him.

This product was added to our catalog on Saturday 10 December, 2016.

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