Jealous And Ready

ONE

Suzy looked at her watch, judged they'd probably have enough time, then slid down to her knees. They were out in the country and it would take her boyfriend some time to get to the barn. It would be at least fifteen minutes; plenty of time to tease her stepbrother.

Before she knew it, Jeb's cock was out, resting on her face with her mouth agape in surprise and wanting. "Fine," Jeb said curtly. "We'll make this quick." Then, in a jealous tone, he added, "I wouldn't want to keep you from your city boyfriend."

She opened wide and licked from his balls up his shaft, and then Suzy began kneading his tip. A moment later she heard Jeb's breath catch before he mumbled something under his breath. It almost sounded like praise.

She spat on Jeb's cock, stroked him a couple of times, then began to tease him with the tip of her tongue. Jeb squirmed and gripped his dirty trucker's cap as if he could hardly endure this sweet torture. She wanted to push things just a bit further, so Suzy wrapped her arms around his bulky thighs and forced his cock down as deep as she could. Like the rest of him, Jeb's cock was thick, but she managed to get down. He called out half in surprise, half in ecstasy and the sound filled their living room before running right to Suzy's clit.

She'd only meant to tease him; maybe take him to the edge and just as her date pulled up, leave him dangling. But, she hadn't expected Jeb to be so malleable in her hands. The control was deeper than Suzy imagined, and the sway she had over him was really turning her on.

Suddenly, the urge to push this further blossomed, and she knew that a little lip service wouldn't be enough to tame that urge. But was there enough time before her boyfriend showed up? She wasn't sure, but Suzy thought it would be worth it to try and get it while the getting was good.

"Are you going to fuck me?" She asked, sounding coquettish as she stroked his glossy, spit-covered cock.

"I suppose I should," Jeb answered, reaching down and caressing his stepsister's face. He gave her a wicked grin, and she knew he couldn't let her leave without a quickie, even if he did tease her. "But your boyfriend is on the way, and I wouldn't want him to see his little tomboy all messy."

Suzy stood and thought she knew just how to wipe that damn smirk off of her stepbrother's face.

"We have time," she told him.

TWO

She led him behind the barn, next to the old rusty feeder. It was the first place she'd seen his cock. Years ago, just after Suzy and her mother moved in and they were getting used to being a new family, she'd gone out to fetch Jeb for supper, thinking he was smoking, only it wasn't a cigarette he'd had in his hand. She came upon her stepbrother cranking his hog.

He'd been angry and embarrassed. Jeb scolded her before swearing his stepsister to secrecy. She agreed, but Suzy hadn't been able to get that scene out of her head: Jeb leaning against the barn wall with his trucker's hat tipped back, his dusty jeans around his thighs, and pumping his greasy cock furiously. Greasy from either spit, lube, or lard. She couldn't tell which.

Suzy always wished that she hadn't startled him. Instead, she wished she'd tiptoed around the corner just so she could watch Jeb finish. Now, years later, this was the place she took him to relive that moment when she realized that Jeb could be more than just some annoyance with the word step in front of him.

THREE

Now, secluded behind the barn with her boyfriend probably minutes away, Suzy didn't waste any time. She hiked up her dress, pulled down her panties, and bent over with her hands pressed to the flaking paint wall. She'd moved quickly, both eager for sex and not wanting to dilly-dally. But, when Jeb hesitated, she looked back over her shoulder and asked with a prissy flare of impatience, "Well! What are you waiting for?"

Maybe it was the sight of his buxom stepsister, who until a year or two ago, was the second biggest tomboy in the county, with her plump ass pushed out towards him. Maybe it was because some part of Jeb still saw her as his sister, despite the flirting, fondling, and now fucking. Or, maybe it was the jealous tick he felt knowing her college boy-toy was five or six minutes out, speeding over to steal her away.

He'd been jealous ever since she'd come down the stairs in her pigtails, pretty cornflower blue midi dress, and lipstick. Jeb was sitting on the couch watching the TV when she stepped in front of him and did a proud little twirl. Suzy expected him to tease her with something like, "Where is the gal who wore her jeans until they had holes in the knees," and all that.

It was weird, sometimes it was like he thought Suzy was still a tomboy. but she wasn't that person anymore. She'd grown; her mother talked about it in that 'thank god it finally happened' tone, saying she filled in nicely. By the time she'd turned nineteen, she'd left behind the bean-pole girl she used to be for a body that was round and shapely.

Instead of giving her grief, Suzy caught a look of Awe stretched across Jeb's face. but then he'd grimaced and looked away, and she knew a cold knife of jealousy pierced him.

"Dolled up for your city boyfriend?"

"Don't say it like that." Suzy pleaded. "It's a date. I'm supposed to look cute."

"I think you look cute in jeans," Jeb grumbled, "but what do I know." And there it was--good old reliable Jeb.

Suzy snorted a laugh. "You think I look good in anything." She stepped closer and leaned down both whispering in his ear and giving him an eyeful of her delicious cleavage. "And, you think I look good in nothing too." Only she'd said nothin, letting the G drop off.

She snorted another laugh when she saw the bulge in his jeans. Embarrassed, Jeb tried to cover it and waved her off. "Go on your date and leave me alone."

She stood up and put her hands on her hips, giving him a shrewd smile. "Now, how can I leave you when you're like this? Hmm?" And Gestured to his crotch. She held out a hand to him. "C'mon." And when Jeb didn't understand, Suzy reached out, took his hand, and coaxed him off the couch. "Maybe I can help you calm down." Then, she looked at her watch.

FOUR

"Jeb? What are you waiting for?" She asked again, this time with a shake of her plush tomboy bottom. Jeb answered by grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto his cock. Suzy called out, then pushed back against him, getting as much of him inside of her as she could. When he'd filled her to the brim Jeb paused, letting this off-color moment highlight their grody little secret.

"Wouldn't you rather just wait for your big-city boyfriend?" He'd asked, "Doesn't he give it to you right?"

"Yeah," she could barely get the word out. "Of course he does. With him, I like when he's on top of me," Suzy explained in a strained tone. "And I want you both," she confessed. "Is that a crime, Jebediah?"

At the sound of his full name, Jeb began pounding into her as if spurred on. She felt him in every jiggle of her breast, stomach, and thighs. He was intense, his hips were frenzied, and the colliding of their big bodies rushed Suzy to climax. She closed her eyes and let out a mincing squeal that melted away in a tremble as she clenched around Jeb's cock.

"Greedy bitch," Jeb managed in a thick voice.

When she'd come down from the haze of her climax, Suzy was thankful her date was taking her to a nice sit-down restaurant. She'd need a bit of a rest after this. Then, her thoughts curved into a dark direction. She wondered what Jeb was going to do while she was out gallivanting with her date. Suzy thought she might have an idea.

She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Is this how you fuck that bitch Betty?"

Jeb tugged her pigtails, wrenching Suzy's head back before answering with a simple, "Yeah."

Suzy couldn't stand Betty, but couldn't really put her finger on why. She was a lardy woman who worked down at that diner Jeb liked so much. In the past four years, he and Betty had been off and on. When Betty and Jeb were on, Suzy barely saw him. Their sessions were sparse and quick. He might catch Suzy after breakfast, bending her over the kitchen basin, or maybe finger fucking her on the staircase as she was coming down with laundry.

She didn't like it when Jeb was off with his tubby girlfriend. With their parents gone, it was just her around the farm, and without her stepbrother to warm her and keep her company, the house felt empty.

When they were off, Jeb was quiet and kept to himself. Suzy usually had to coax him out of his depressed fugue state. It took a bit of effort, but after a week of chipping away at him, Jeb always gave in. He'd fly into a fervor and would fuck her for hours, letting them both fall into depravity and tease her in ways that made Suzy's body ache for him.

What Suzy remembered over everything was when they'd spoon on her bed, and he'd fuck her real slow while teasing her nipples. She remembered the tickle of his beard while he whispered filthy things in her ear. Things like, "Your pussy feels so good." Things like, "I bet you always wanted this, didn't you?" and, "If Mom and Dad could see your face right now, they'd die of shock." But what always took her beyond her threshold was when he asked, "How does your stepbrother's dick feel?"

Boom! Suddenly Suzy's pussy was a broken faucet.

Afterward, when she was spent lying next to a drowsing Jeb, Suzy always wondered if that was how he was with Betty. Did that fat bitch get him for long stretches like this? Why didn't he just stay with her? Step-siblings were supposed to be close,

weren't they? Thinking about all of those answers bothered her, enough to make her want to slap both Betty and Jeb. It hit Suzy then, like a donkey kick to the groin: Maybe her stepbrother wasn't the only one who had jealousy issues.

FIVE

He told her he was about to cum, and Suzy turned, dropped to her knees, and began sucking his cock. He could have cum inside of her, but they both were worried about pregnancy and the scandal that would surround it if it ever got out.

She felt his climax rumble up from inside of him, and tried to take him deep. He used her pigtails and pulled her close, forcing his cock deeper. "Fuuuuck," Jeb howled, and as he spurted his batter into Suzy's mouth, she made sure to swallow everything her stepbrother had to offer.

When he was finished, Suzy freed his cock from her lips, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand like an old baseball pitcher, and asked in a haughty tone, "Does Betty do that too?"

"Sweet lord no," his voice trembled as he tipped his ball cap back and wiped sweat from his brow. "You're the only one that does that, baby girl."

After hearing the sweet gaiety in his voice, an odd sense of pride came over Suzy. Never mind the cute pet name. It was rare for Jeb to praise her. However, before she could boast about all the other things she could do better than Betty, they heard the short double blast of a car horn from the front of the house.

Disappointed, Jeb sighed and tucked his cock back in his jeans. He walked around to back of the barn, leaving Suzy to straighten herself up and head out. As he rounded the corner Jeb paused to bitterly call back, "I hope you have fun on your date."

Suzy knew he wouldn't be able to get her off of his mind. She thought that if he didn't go see Betty, her stepbrother would be waiting for her when she got home, jealous and ready for another round.