All Chapters of The Favor: A Forbidden Stepbrother Erotica: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"I need a favor." My stepbrother James doesn't look up from his game as he grunts, "what?" "I need you to have sex with me," I rush out. There's a palpable silence as James slowly puts his game controller down and turns to me, "you want me to what?" He asks, dumbfounded. Taking a breath I repeat myself, "I want you to take my virginity." His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally gets out, "but- I'm your brother!" "Stepbrother," I remind him. "No blood relation and it's not like we are exactly close so it won't mess up what little relationship we have. And besides, isn't this like every boy's fantasy? To fuck their stepsister?" "Well yeah but.. it's not like we ever expect it to happen," he says softly. "Well now you have the chance," I tell him, desperately trying to convince him. "And this weekend is perfect, we'll have the house to ourselves until Sunday." He runs a hand through his dark shaggy hair, "why me? Why now?" "Well, as you know I'm going to

I wake up to strong arms around me, light snoring in my ear and a dull ache in my pussy. I'm pressed against James's chest and his hard morning wood is pressed into my stomach. The previous night comes flooding back to me and my pussy starts to throb in a different way. My hand finds its way to his cock and I rub it lightly over his boxers, wanting to thank him for last night. James snorts slightly but doesn't wake up and I slip my hand into the opening of his boxers, pulling his cock out through the hole. It springs free and I see it for the first time, wondering how it had fit inside me last night. My pussy throbs more at the sight of it and I want it inside me again, but this was for James, not me. Starting slowly, I circle his cock and stroke it, tracing his veins. It only takes a few passes before James groans, "Ali." Glancing up at him, I find his eyes closed and he's breathing quickly. "Harder, grip- harder." Tightening my grip, I stroke him again and he shudders in my

Five days later and I'm crammed into the backseat of my dads truck, on James's lap. We had stopped at the store when we got close to the cabin and my dad, like always, had bought more than we needed. So here I was, stuck on James's lap in a dark truck as we bounced down a dirt road. Dad is driving and humming softly while Mary is fast asleep. James' lap isn't the best seat, but only because I can feel how hard he is and I can't do anything about it. Or could I? Moving slightly, I feel behind me for his zipper. He goes still under me as he realizes what I'm doing. James puts a hand on my hip but doesn't stop me as I manage to get his zipper open, his erection springing free. I glance at my dad and make sure he hasn't noticed, but his eyes are firmly on the road as he leans slightly towards the wheel. I can feel James lifting the back of my skirt up and covering his cock with it, rubbing it against my ass. He opens his legs slightly, making enough room under me so that he can sli

The day before we were scheduled to leave the cabin, James took me to town. The past two weeks were a blur of family outings, with James and I fucking whenever and wherever we could. We even managed to fuck in the hot tub again when the parents were asleep. James drove us to a nice restaurant and even opened the door for me when we walked in. We had never been here before, he had purposefully driven us an hour away so that nobody would recognize us if we got too handsy. "How many tonight?" The hostess asks. "Two," James tells her. She leads us to a small table near the back, smiling at us when James pulls out the chair for me. She waits until we are seated before handing over a wine menu, "would you like recommendations or do you have a particular favorite?" James doesn't even look at the menu, "bottle of Malbec please." She takes the menu back and disappears. When she's gone I whisper, "are you crazy? Neither of us are old enough to order alcohol." James smiles at me cockily,

That first month of college I didn't do anything except go to class, meals and then back to the room. I wasn't trying to be a hermit; there was just so much going on with my classes that I didn't have any free time for anything extra. That didn't stop my roommate Brandy from asking every weekend if I wanted to go out with her and her friends. "It's been a month Al, you need to get out of this room," she tells me as she puts on a very short black dress with nothing under it. I'd learned very quickly that Brandy was confident with her body and wasn't shy in showing it off. "I have projects due," I remind her, gesturing to my open books. "And so do you, we have three of the same classes." She waves me off, "look girl, college is about the experiences not just classes. You don't want to look back in twenty years and regret not going out and living your life. Plus you might get laid and judging by some of the sounds you make in your sleep, you need it." My face goes red. I had had