Fingered by My Stepbrother Pt. 01

"We're leaving in five!" Mom hollered from the kitchen.

I was still in my room trying to decide which bikini I wanted to bring on our trip. The red one or the white one? One made my skin look creamy and irresistible and the other made whatever tan I'd get stand out.

A knock sounded on my open door behind me.

"Hey, honey. You about done?" Ryan asked, hovering in the doorway.

It was obvious he was uncomfortable around me even though we'd known each other for almost a year now. Him and his son, Nate, had moved in four months ago after Ryan and mom got married. I thought it was weird they'd rushed into marriage and didn't even trial living together first but what did I know about relationships? Not fucking much.

"I... uh." I shoved both swimsuits into my bag and zipped it up. "Yeah, I'm ready!"

Ryan gave me an easy smile. He was attractive, in an older guy kinda way. He had crinkles in the corners of his soft brown eyes and salt and pepper hair. I could see why mom was head over heels for him.

"I'll take that to the car," he said, taking my duffle bag from me. "Did you mind rounding up Nate for me? I think he's out back still."

"Uh, yeah. I can do that," I said unsurely.

Nate scared me a little. He was a year older than me, hadn't said two words to me since they moved in and was broader and taller than Ryan. Which meant he towered over me.

I made my way out to the pool house where Nate lived. He refused to be in the house with everyone else despite there being plenty of room for him. He was nineteen so I could understand him wanting his own space. It just made him feel different, like he wasn't a part of the family.

I softly knocked on the glass door. I didn't want him to be mad at me for disturbing him. I didn't think I had ever seen him smile.

I waited for a few beats before knocking again, a little louder. There was still no response so I pressed my ear to glass. A TV played quietly on the other side. Maybe he couldn't hear me.

Trying the door and finding it unlocked, I slid it enough for me to peek my head through. The tiny living space was tidy, the small flat screen played a familiar movie but there was no Nate. I'd never been in there before. He always kept to himself. I don't think Mom had even been in there either.

"Nate? Are you in here?" I called out.

No reply.

"Nate?"

Nothing.

As I took a step back from the door, I hit a hard body with a shriek. My heart racing.

"What're you doing?" Nate asked. His voice just as deep as I remembered it.

I spun with a hand to my chest. "I... your dad... Ryan... he asked me to come get you."

"I know who my dad is, little sister," he replied with a smirk. His stare felt heavy on my skin. His dark eyes roamed over my face, down to my barely contained tits, to my bare legs. It was a hot day and we were about to spend six hours in the car to get to the lake so I was wearing shorts and a low cut singlet but now I was regretting my choices with how his gaze was eating me up.

"I think we're leaving," I said meekly. This was the most we'd ever talked and I was worried I was going to scare him off.

He nodded. "Leave," he barked.

My jaw dropped. What the hell?

I frowned. "Fine."

I stormed off. If he was going to be an asshole I wasn't going to stick around.

Hopefully he wasn't going to be like that for the three day trip we were about to take. I was going to be stuck next to him for the next six hours. Ugh.

"You okay, Pen?" Mom asked as I walked up to the car. Ryan was Tetris-ing our bags in the trunk.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, trying not to sound too grumpy. I wasn't going to let Nate ruin my vacation. It was my only opportunity to lose my virginity before I went to college. The kids at my school were either weirdos, idiots or hated me, there was no chance of my getting rid of my V-card there. And Mom was pretty strict so I didn't get to go to parties or anything. But I didn't want to be so inexperienced when I went to college. It was embarrassing and I refused to feel like a little girl when I went.

"You need anything else from the house?" Mom asked as I was just about to get in the car.

"Oh, shoot. I need my purse." It had my phone and book in it. Necessities for a long road trip.

"I'll grab it," Ryan said from behind us. "I gotta find Nate."

"Thanks, it's on my bed."

A few minutes later, once Mom and I were bundled into the car, me in the back seat, her in front of me in the passenger seat, Ryan slid into the driver's seat and handed me my bag.

"Thanks," I mumbled. Putting my bag at my feet.

"Where's Nate?" Mom asked.

"He's coming. Didn't pack his damn bag," Ryan grumbled, one foot out of the car. I was sure it was so he could put Nate's bag in the trunk for him whenever he decided to come out.

Mom scoffed and shook her head in disappointment.

I was going to stay well away from Nate once we got to the motel.

Not long later, everyone was in the car and we were on the road.

Nate hadn't even given me one glance since he got in the back with me.

Fine by me. The less we had to do with each other the better.

An hour into the drive Mom and Ryan were listening to loud old people music and had the air conditioning blasting.

I was freezing. I'd dressed for the warm not the arctic, which is apparently what mom had set the temperature to.

Reading my book was becoming impossible with how much I was shivering.

Nate leant over to me, his warm shoulder brushing mine. He had been smart and was wearing a hoodie and jeans. "Tell them to turn it off."

"What?"

"Tell your mom to turn the air conditioning off."

"No, I'm fine." My lie was given away by my chattering teeth. I shut my mouth tightly which only made my jaw ache.

Nate grunted in annoyance.

"I'm cold but I'm fine. I swear," I whispered back. Not daring to look at him but leaning into him anyway. I didn't want to see the annoyed look on his face or the tight set of his jaw. My naked shoulder was on his clothed one, he was so damn warm and I shamelessly was trying to steal his heat.

Disappointment and a little shame flitted through me when Nate pulled away from me but instead of squishing himself against his side to get away from me like I thought he was doing, he reached his arm over the back of the seats searching for something. It put his chest in my face and I couldn't help but breathe him in. Musky, manly, clean.

Before I could take another desperate sniff, he pulled his arm back over. He'd found a navy blue blanket Ryan had brought along. It was soft and would hopefully protect me from the icy chill in the car.

Unexpectedly, he put it over both our laps, covering the book I had in mine. Noticing, he lifted the blanket a little and slid his hand under, grazing my inner thigh with his warm, rough hand.

I gasped as he slid his palm down my bare leg till he hit the book.

"Here," he said pulling it out and placing it back on my blanket covered lap like nothing happened.

My face felt hot as I mumbled a thank you.

What the hell was that? Did my stepbrother just feel me up?

I fumbled my book and shuffled in my seat a little, trying to rid myself of an ache between my thighs that I only usually felt when I was alone in bed at night. Jesus, I was turned on by my stepbrother from that one little touch. It was embarrassing and kind of gross. He probably didn't even do it on purpose. He was probably just trying to find the book, he couldn't see it so he had to feel for it and I was sitting here getting wet thinking about it.

"It's upside down," Nate muttered, his mouth all of a sudden close to my ear.

"Upside down?" I breathed.

"Your book. It's upside down."

I looked down and sure enough, my stupid book I was pretending to read was upside down. Turning it the right way up, I shot Nate a look to tell him to back off. He gave me a knowing smirk and my cheeks heated again. I couldn't even fake indifference. God, I was a silly little girl.

Not even five minutes later, Nate stretched out his legs, groaning lowly. The timber of the groan making my pussy quiver and I squirmed on my seat again with what I hoped was a quiet moan.

The rest of the drive was going to be hell if I was going to have a reaction like that every time Nate did the smallest thing. He must have thought I was a stupid, desperate girl.

"Still cold, little sister?"

Oh god, he'd notice my movements.

I just shook my head and ignored him.

He hmm'd under his breath. Then his strong, veiny hand came into view between my book and my stomach. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing, he put it under the blanket again. They heavy weight of it on my thigh. His skin on mine. I could feel the callouses on his hands that I knew were from helping his dad at his construction sites.

"Warm," he muttered under his breath. He wasn't facing me. He was reading the book in his lap still. "Could be warmer."

"What are you doing?" I whisper hissed. "You're my brother."

"Stepbrother, little sister. And what do you think I'm doing?" His eyes met mine. "I'm taking care of you like a good big brother."

The pinky of his hand drifted higher, annoyingly slowly. He grazed the front of the tight shorts I was wearing that were so thin I could feel every tiny movement from him. With a sharp inhale, I tried to squeeze my legs together so he couldn't touch my pussy again.

Mercifully, Mom and Ryan hadn't heard me and were still focused on what they were doing in the front.

"Nate..."

His hand tightened on my leg to the point of being painful. "Relax."

I did as I was told, letting my legs fall apart. He tugged the one he was holding closer to him, spreading me wider.

"Mom and Ryan... they'll see. Just stop, Nate. Please," I begged.

He ignored me and cupped my pussy.

"You're soaked, little sister. Is this all for me?" His smile was goading like he was daring me to lie, daring me to tell mom and Ryan on him.

I shook my head.

"I didn't take you for a liar," he said, turning his head back to his book. His eyes were moving like he was actually reading. He was reading while he had a hand on my pussy!

"Take your hand off me or I'll tell your dad," I threatened quietly.

"Go on then," he muttered like he was half paying attention to me.

The sick thing was, I didn't want him to take his hand off me. It was the first time a boy - man - had touched me like this and it had my whole body on edge. Lit up like a damn firework. I wanted his hand to move, his fingers to explore. But this isn't what I wanted from this holiday. I wanted to meet a cute boy by the water, flirt a little, make out a bunch and then ask him to fuck my virgin pussy. Having my stepbrother touch me like this wasn't what I'd planned for. And he still scared me. I'd heard him yelling at Ryan on more than one occasion and I did not want to be on the receiving end of that. So I didn't try and move his hand and I didn't tell mom or Ryan about it. I'd let him touch me as long as he wanted, to get it out of his system and then I'd be home free to flirt my butt of at the lake. No doubt Nate was just doing this just to get a rise out of me, he'd get bored soon enough. His hand and a good amount of his arm were covered by the blanket so if either Mom or Ryan turned around, they wouldn't be able to tell. The sun was setting which meant the cover of darkness too.

I opened my book again with one hand seeing as the other arm was trapped between Nate's arm and the seat and tried to concentrate on the words on the page.

I'd read the same sentence four times when Nate's fingers pressed into the fabric just over my entrance and I surpassed a moan.

"So fucking wet," he mumbled and turned a page in his own book.

He stroked up and down with a delicious pressure, rubbing over my clit and back down to my entrance. Over and over again. Teasing me. Eliciting small moans from me that I couldn't hold back. My book flopped to my side as I laid my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes.

"You want more, little sister?" His voice was barely a whisper.

I shook my head no.

"Liar," he said as his hand left my weeping pussy. I whimpered at the sudden loss and had to bite my tongue from asking him to continue. My pussy clenched around nothing and there was a tingling in the base of my spine that I wanted to chase. I was seconds away from shoving my own hand down my pants when Nate's hot fingers glided over my stomach where the waistband of my pants were. I could smell my own arousal on his hand.

I could have screamed with joy, that he was going to continue touching me. I knew should have been thinking about how gross it was that we were technically related and he was about to make me come with our parents right in front of us. I should have been screaming bloody murder that he was doing this to me. I should have shoved his hand off me and told him to go fuck himself. But I did none of those things, instead, I shifted my hips forward to give him more room. Parted my legs, inviting him to all of me. My eyes were tightly shut, if I couldn't see what was happening it didn't count right? I could imagine it was some hot guy from the lake sliding his hand under my waistband and over the small patch of curls I liked to keep. Some other guy exploring my folds, tenderly stroking them sending a pulsing heat all over my body.

I turned my head away from him and bit my own shoulder to keep from moaning.

Nate's middle finger parted me, finding my clit easily. He rubbed around it, teasing me, never quite touching it. I bucked my hips slightly, encouraging him to touch my magic little button. I thought he had picked up what I was putting down when he moved, except he hadn't, he moved that torturous finger down to my entrance, circling it, pushing the tip in and out. My body tensed with the need to have him enter me fully. Moving my hips again, I tried to get him to push it all the way in. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. I needed to be filled. But he didn't. He went back to my clit again. Winding me up. The tingle in the base of my spine had turned into full heat that bloomed over my entire body. I could feel my orgasm readying itself from his ministrations, it just needed to be pushed over the edge. More, I needed more. More touches on my clit, a finger or two in my tight soaking pussy.

The music in the car was still loud but I was getting louder. I no longer cared if we were caught I just needed to come.

"Please," I mumbled, my eyes still closed.

Nate gave a low chuckle, then his finger pushed inside of me, as deep as he could go with the awkward angle. Wantonly, I humped his hand, giving myself a little friction. I had no doubt he could tell I was a virgin, even his thick finger was almost stretching me. Skilfully, he ground his palm into my clit. My fingers and toes tingled, the orgasm that had been so deliciously building, crested. I convulsed around his finger, gripping it, a moan slipping from between my lips. Nate's other hand slapped over my mouth. His mouth on my shoulder. I vaguely felt his teeth digging into me as the white hot orgasm barrelled through me like a freight train. It was only when he slowly took his finger out of me and pulled his hand from my pants did I start to come down. My body still shuddered with aftershocks as Nate brought his hand to his mouth, taking in his middle finger and sucking my juices off.

He made a self-satisfied sound then removed his hand from my mouth and went back to his book like he didn't just give me the greatest orgasm I'd ever had.

What the fuck had I just let him do?