My OperaStory. No Title. Mature Content.
Thursday, May 20, 2010 10:58:58 PM
[NOTE: Stepbrother means that they are related by Marriage not Blood. NO INCEST. Thank you.]
[NOTE...AGAIN: This is completely fiction, and by no means has anything to do with my life. It is a story written by me, out of pure imagination.]
This story is by JB Smith.
Copy right 2010
Mike was 28, I was 16, almost 17. I went over and visited him all the time; he was my father’s stepbrother. The last couple of times before it happened, I noticed him looking me over, a hungry look in his deep brown eyes. It was Saturday and my parents had to go out of town for the night and asked him if I could stay with him, of course he said yes. When he opened the door, he looked like his normal self. The charming, polite Mike I had known all my life. Only his eyes glinted with a more uneasy light. He rested his hand on my shoulder as we waved good bye to my parents. Once they were gone he took my bags to the guest room, the room across from him. He had painted the walls a pale pink, and put a pink and yellow floral print quilt over the white sheets of the bed.
“How do you like the walls?” Mike asked, “I painted them for you. I know you hated all the white.” I smiled and nodded at him, something in the way he looked at me, made my stomach do a back flip. “Thank you Uncle Mike.” I said politely. Looking around the room I also saw that there where pink painted boards over the window. “Uncle Mike,” I asked, “Why is your window boarded up?” Mike looked over at the window, “Some kid broke it with a baseball. I haven’t had the chance to get a new window in.” His brown eyes looked into my green ones.
He left the room then, claiming to have to use the bathroom. I watched him go down the hall, and enter the bathroom. Once the door shut I quickly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt, intent on getting changed before he came back. For the first time I wished there was a door. I had asked Mike why there wasn’t one, but all he told me was it was only used when I stayed over.
As I was slipping out of my bra, I noticed a shinny silver package on the floor beneath the bed. I got down on my hands and knees, forgetting that I need to hurry and put cloths on. I picked up the package, it was small, no bigger then my palm. I turned it over in my hand and read the front. With a gasp I drop the package. It was a condom! A pink blush spread across the brig of my nose and cheeks.
“Angel?” a voice from behind whispered. Looking over my shoulders I saw Mike in the door way, both of his hands was resting on the door frame, like he was holding it open. I noticed the muscles ripple in his forearms and his jaw tighten and loosen receptively. “Uncle Mike!” I gasped in surprise; quickly I stood up, forgetting for that instant I was half naked. Slowly his eyes lowered from my face to my chest. It was cool in the house and my breasts were perky. I crossed my arms over them, trying to hide them. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Why was I apologizing? He was the one staring at me!
I turned around so I didn’t have to look into his hungry eyes. I felt my skin begin to heat up, as he looked me over. I hung my head. I wanted to tell him to leave, to turn around, but I couldn’t.
Minutes later, or was it hours later, I felt his rough callused hands on my shoulders, forcing me to turn around. “Angel,” he whispered again, this time a sharp need piercing his voice. “Angel.” He brought his hand up to my cheek, tenderly stroking my cheek. “Look at me Angel.” He commanded. Slowly I raised my eyes to meet him, his brown eyes drank me in, and I could feel his lust growing. Yet I could not pull away.
His hands slid down my shoulders, prying my arms away from my chest; exposing my breasts to him. He cupped on in his hands, running his thumb across the nipple. I shivered as goose bumps prickled over my skin. He leaned down; I felt his hot breath as he hesitated above my mouth. The smell of peppermint caressed my nose. His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him. “Uncle Mike,” I whispered, “Please let me go.” He didn’t, he rested his mouth on mine, kissing me roughly and deeply.
I pulled back, gasping for air. That hadn’t happened. It happened! Mike grabbed me by my wrist and gently, but securely, pulled me back. He kissed me again, wrapping his arms around me, holding me to him. I pushed against him, my lungs crying for air. He held my tighter, locking my arms between us. Through his shirt I could feel the quickening of his heart beat. His tongue poked between my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. I gagged as he explored my mouth, tasting me. Finally he released my mouth.
Gasping for air, tears brimmed my eyes. Why was this happening? “Let me go Uncle Mike!” I said on the verge of sobbing. Mike picked me up holding me against the wall. He forced his waist between my thighs. I felt his erection poking through his pants. He kissed the hollow of my neck, ran his tongue across my shoulders. He delivered quick kisses on my nipples, teasing them with his tongue. I pushed against his shoulders, angry at him for not listening to me. Mike looked up at me. “You’ll enjoy this Angel.” He said, “Don’t fight me. I won’t hurt you.”
“Let me down!” I cried. Mike pulled back from the wall, gently laid me down on the bed. I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand covered it. I gasped, shaking my head back and forth. Stop, stop, I pleaded silently. His weight shifted as he undid his pants. He moved his hand away from my mouth, using it to rip my panties off. I heard the sound of cloth rubbing against skin as he pulled his pants and boxers down. My vision began to blur. He positioned himself over me, his hot breath prickling the hairs on my neck.
The pain was unbearable! I felt as if I was being ripped in two. It seemed impossible that the large size of his penis could fit into me. I cried hard, begging him over and over to stop. Telling him he was hurting me; but he only moved faster. His grunts and groans loader the faster he got. The pain subsided soon after he penetrated me. My stomach lurched as a cool liquid began squirting out of my vagina; small sensations trickling up my spin. I wanted to cry out, but instead a series of moans erupted. Gasping I clawed at Mikes back. It was wrong, very wrong, but it filled me with an almost painful enjoyment. He thrust harder on last time, and then froze. I could feel his penis pulsing inside of me, wanting to release. Suddenly he pulled out of me, holding me down as his semen gushed from him.
It was hot and sticky as it landed on my stomach and breasts. I watched wide eyed, to afraid to move. Mike stroked his penis a few times more before he finally looked down at me; an astonished look glazed his brilliant brown eyes. He stepped off the bed. “You should clean yourself off. I’ll go make dinner.” I lay on the bed shivering after he left. I got up off the bed, and hurriedly went to take my shower.
After I came out, I saw Mike asleep on the couch, my dinner waiting for me at the table. I ate silently, a careful eye watching him as he slept. I finished and washed my plate. Silently I crept over to him, looking down at him he looked like he had always been, but I knew he wasn’t the same. The same Mike wouldn’t have forced himself upon me. I knew I should have been angry at him, but all I felt was emptiness between my thighs. I felt ashamed for wanting him again.
I went to my room and crawled into bed, sliding my hand down my panties. My vagina still felt swollen. I gently rubbed my fingers across my clit, making small circular motions. I moaned before I could stop myself. It felt good. I pushed two fingers inside of me, feeling its moist tightness; well it was looser then before. I moaned again, unconsciously louder. I didn’t see the figure in the door way nor did I notice my blankets getting pulled away. Mike stared down at me, watching as my fingers slid in and out of me. I stared up at him with hazy eyes, unaware that I was arousing him again. He slowly stripped himself of all his clothes and crawled on to the bed, kissing my neck softly. Moving my hand away from my vagina, I ran my fingers across his lip. Grabbing my wrist, he held my hand steady as he sucked and licked my fingers clean. I moan and closed my eyes. I felt his weight shift as he leaned over and picked the condom up off the floor, listened as the wrapper cam off and he slid it over his penis.
Mike leaned forward whispering in my ear, “I love you Angel and I want you to be mine forever.” Slowly he slid off my underwear and spread my legs. Gently he poked his erection against my vagina. With my eyes still closed, I wrapped my arms around his neck; shivering with anticipation. Slowly he entered me, this time with no pain. “Mike!” I moaned, as he began pumping in and out. I felt the walls of my vagina tighten then relax. Moaning loader I arched my back, my small body fitting perfectly against his large muscular one. He continued to make love to me, keeping his pace steady; every once and a while he would whisper that he loved me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist I pulled him in deeper, moaning his name over and over. Mike quickened his pace, going farther back. I felt my climax coming, threatening to release. He continued to rock faster, sweat dotting his brow, “Angel!” he cried as he released inside of me. The condom filling with his cum. His arms shook now as he held his weight above me. He rolled to the side, cradling me against him.
[NOTE...AGAIN: This is completely fiction, and by no means has anything to do with my life. It is a story written by me, out of pure imagination.]
This story is by JB Smith.
Copy right 2010
Mike was 28, I was 16, almost 17. I went over and visited him all the time; he was my father’s stepbrother. The last couple of times before it happened, I noticed him looking me over, a hungry look in his deep brown eyes. It was Saturday and my parents had to go out of town for the night and asked him if I could stay with him, of course he said yes. When he opened the door, he looked like his normal self. The charming, polite Mike I had known all my life. Only his eyes glinted with a more uneasy light. He rested his hand on my shoulder as we waved good bye to my parents. Once they were gone he took my bags to the guest room, the room across from him. He had painted the walls a pale pink, and put a pink and yellow floral print quilt over the white sheets of the bed.
“How do you like the walls?” Mike asked, “I painted them for you. I know you hated all the white.” I smiled and nodded at him, something in the way he looked at me, made my stomach do a back flip. “Thank you Uncle Mike.” I said politely. Looking around the room I also saw that there where pink painted boards over the window. “Uncle Mike,” I asked, “Why is your window boarded up?” Mike looked over at the window, “Some kid broke it with a baseball. I haven’t had the chance to get a new window in.” His brown eyes looked into my green ones.
He left the room then, claiming to have to use the bathroom. I watched him go down the hall, and enter the bathroom. Once the door shut I quickly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt, intent on getting changed before he came back. For the first time I wished there was a door. I had asked Mike why there wasn’t one, but all he told me was it was only used when I stayed over.
As I was slipping out of my bra, I noticed a shinny silver package on the floor beneath the bed. I got down on my hands and knees, forgetting that I need to hurry and put cloths on. I picked up the package, it was small, no bigger then my palm. I turned it over in my hand and read the front. With a gasp I drop the package. It was a condom! A pink blush spread across the brig of my nose and cheeks.
“Angel?” a voice from behind whispered. Looking over my shoulders I saw Mike in the door way, both of his hands was resting on the door frame, like he was holding it open. I noticed the muscles ripple in his forearms and his jaw tighten and loosen receptively. “Uncle Mike!” I gasped in surprise; quickly I stood up, forgetting for that instant I was half naked. Slowly his eyes lowered from my face to my chest. It was cool in the house and my breasts were perky. I crossed my arms over them, trying to hide them. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Why was I apologizing? He was the one staring at me!
I turned around so I didn’t have to look into his hungry eyes. I felt my skin begin to heat up, as he looked me over. I hung my head. I wanted to tell him to leave, to turn around, but I couldn’t.
Minutes later, or was it hours later, I felt his rough callused hands on my shoulders, forcing me to turn around. “Angel,” he whispered again, this time a sharp need piercing his voice. “Angel.” He brought his hand up to my cheek, tenderly stroking my cheek. “Look at me Angel.” He commanded. Slowly I raised my eyes to meet him, his brown eyes drank me in, and I could feel his lust growing. Yet I could not pull away.
His hands slid down my shoulders, prying my arms away from my chest; exposing my breasts to him. He cupped on in his hands, running his thumb across the nipple. I shivered as goose bumps prickled over my skin. He leaned down; I felt his hot breath as he hesitated above my mouth. The smell of peppermint caressed my nose. His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him. “Uncle Mike,” I whispered, “Please let me go.” He didn’t, he rested his mouth on mine, kissing me roughly and deeply.
I pulled back, gasping for air. That hadn’t happened. It happened! Mike grabbed me by my wrist and gently, but securely, pulled me back. He kissed me again, wrapping his arms around me, holding me to him. I pushed against him, my lungs crying for air. He held my tighter, locking my arms between us. Through his shirt I could feel the quickening of his heart beat. His tongue poked between my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. I gagged as he explored my mouth, tasting me. Finally he released my mouth.
Gasping for air, tears brimmed my eyes. Why was this happening? “Let me go Uncle Mike!” I said on the verge of sobbing. Mike picked me up holding me against the wall. He forced his waist between my thighs. I felt his erection poking through his pants. He kissed the hollow of my neck, ran his tongue across my shoulders. He delivered quick kisses on my nipples, teasing them with his tongue. I pushed against his shoulders, angry at him for not listening to me. Mike looked up at me. “You’ll enjoy this Angel.” He said, “Don’t fight me. I won’t hurt you.”
“Let me down!” I cried. Mike pulled back from the wall, gently laid me down on the bed. I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand covered it. I gasped, shaking my head back and forth. Stop, stop, I pleaded silently. His weight shifted as he undid his pants. He moved his hand away from my mouth, using it to rip my panties off. I heard the sound of cloth rubbing against skin as he pulled his pants and boxers down. My vision began to blur. He positioned himself over me, his hot breath prickling the hairs on my neck.
The pain was unbearable! I felt as if I was being ripped in two. It seemed impossible that the large size of his penis could fit into me. I cried hard, begging him over and over to stop. Telling him he was hurting me; but he only moved faster. His grunts and groans loader the faster he got. The pain subsided soon after he penetrated me. My stomach lurched as a cool liquid began squirting out of my vagina; small sensations trickling up my spin. I wanted to cry out, but instead a series of moans erupted. Gasping I clawed at Mikes back. It was wrong, very wrong, but it filled me with an almost painful enjoyment. He thrust harder on last time, and then froze. I could feel his penis pulsing inside of me, wanting to release. Suddenly he pulled out of me, holding me down as his semen gushed from him.
It was hot and sticky as it landed on my stomach and breasts. I watched wide eyed, to afraid to move. Mike stroked his penis a few times more before he finally looked down at me; an astonished look glazed his brilliant brown eyes. He stepped off the bed. “You should clean yourself off. I’ll go make dinner.” I lay on the bed shivering after he left. I got up off the bed, and hurriedly went to take my shower.
After I came out, I saw Mike asleep on the couch, my dinner waiting for me at the table. I ate silently, a careful eye watching him as he slept. I finished and washed my plate. Silently I crept over to him, looking down at him he looked like he had always been, but I knew he wasn’t the same. The same Mike wouldn’t have forced himself upon me. I knew I should have been angry at him, but all I felt was emptiness between my thighs. I felt ashamed for wanting him again.
I went to my room and crawled into bed, sliding my hand down my panties. My vagina still felt swollen. I gently rubbed my fingers across my clit, making small circular motions. I moaned before I could stop myself. It felt good. I pushed two fingers inside of me, feeling its moist tightness; well it was looser then before. I moaned again, unconsciously louder. I didn’t see the figure in the door way nor did I notice my blankets getting pulled away. Mike stared down at me, watching as my fingers slid in and out of me. I stared up at him with hazy eyes, unaware that I was arousing him again. He slowly stripped himself of all his clothes and crawled on to the bed, kissing my neck softly. Moving my hand away from my vagina, I ran my fingers across his lip. Grabbing my wrist, he held my hand steady as he sucked and licked my fingers clean. I moan and closed my eyes. I felt his weight shift as he leaned over and picked the condom up off the floor, listened as the wrapper cam off and he slid it over his penis.
Mike leaned forward whispering in my ear, “I love you Angel and I want you to be mine forever.” Slowly he slid off my underwear and spread my legs. Gently he poked his erection against my vagina. With my eyes still closed, I wrapped my arms around his neck; shivering with anticipation. Slowly he entered me, this time with no pain. “Mike!” I moaned, as he began pumping in and out. I felt the walls of my vagina tighten then relax. Moaning loader I arched my back, my small body fitting perfectly against his large muscular one. He continued to make love to me, keeping his pace steady; every once and a while he would whisper that he loved me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist I pulled him in deeper, moaning his name over and over. Mike quickened his pace, going farther back. I felt my climax coming, threatening to release. He continued to rock faster, sweat dotting his brow, “Angel!” he cried as he released inside of me. The condom filling with his cum. His arms shook now as he held his weight above me. He rolled to the side, cradling me against him.
