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BOOK: Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series
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Still, here he was, walking up to her at the concession stand outside of the main stage area of the amphitheater. He had that angry, brooding look on his handsome, boy-next-door face. She sighed and prepared herself for the fight to come. At least the concert was almost over by the time she bumped into him, so he couldn’t ruin the fun she’d had tonight with Sally.

He walked over to her, hands in the pockets of his pale stonewash jeans, head bowed. Her heart lurched and she felt a pang of sympathy for him. She and Sally had basically ditched him, which wasn’t nice. But he’d been like a bear with a sore ass all week, pissing off everyone in the house, and they needed a break.

“Hey, I didn’t know you two would be here tonight,” he said, giving her that forlorn
why did you ditch me?
look that always worked at guilt tripping her.

“I’m sorry, Hunter.” She moved closer, rubbed his arm through his khaki canvas jacket. “We’re sorry. Why don’t you come stand with us?”

He gave a small, sideways smile that melted her heart. “Sure.”

She took his hand after taking her soda from the cashier.

They moved through the throng of sweaty, writhing bodies. Women displayed sweat beaded, firm cleavage. Men shed their shirts to cool their slick torsos. Muscles and curves on male and female rippled and shone beneath multi-colored lights hanging over the stage. These lights swept out over the band, the crowd, creating a rainbow sea of people.

As Mickie led Hunter over to where Sally was pressed close to the stage, she spied a couple having sex amongst the crowd. Hunter spotted them too. He looked at Mickie and the corner of his mouth quirked up. He placed a hand on her hip and she slipped her arm around his waist as they watched.

The couple danced together, making it look like they were simply moving to the music rather than fucking. But if anyone watched close, it wouldn’t be hard to see the woman’s tight, white and pink striped mini was pulled up over her firm, round ass. Her lover’s cock jutted from the front of his jeans, poking through his open zipper. He pumped in and out of her from behind, and she slammed her ass backward into his thrusts.

Mickie watched the woman’s mouth form an “O” of pleasure. Then the woman bit her lip as her lover wrapped an arm beneath her jiggling breasts and pulled her tight against his chest. Her lover had a hand up under her mini, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. Soon, the woman curled an arm around her lover’s neck and let out a little scream as she came.

Hunter’s fingers dug into Mickie’s ass. She looked up at him, embracing his waist even tighter. His eyes were darkened with lust, she could tell, and she licked her bottom lip as she stared into them. He made a little groan low in his throat.

“Hey, when did you get here, Fayette?” Sally came up beside them, giving Hunter a tentative look. Mickie knew the little blonde wondered if her partner was still angry with her.

But Hunter smiled and started to massage Mickie’s ass in slow, sensuous circles. She tried not to react, so Sally wouldn’t discover his covert seduction tactics.

“I thought I’d join the party.” He held up a fist for a knuckle bump and said, “Peace?”

Sally smiled and bumped her knuckles against his. “Peace. Glad you’re talking to me again, partner.”

His grin widened. “Ah, I couldn’t stay mad at you forever, Rollins.”

“Of course not. I’m too cute,” she quipped, and the three made their way closer to the stage.

The band, Decadent and Deadly, were a quartet made up of lead singer, Bradley Strong—a blonde with curls reaching to the middle of his back. He looked like a young Roger Daltrey. On lead guitar was Ricky Callahan, who sported a short black shock of hair with a blue stripe running through his razor cut bangs. He had an industrial goth / Rammstein look about him. On bass was Nathan DiGiorgio, a short, stocky Italian with chocolate colored eyes and thick black hair that brushed his shoulders. He wore a goatee and looked like one of those pirates on a bodice ripper romance.

The band played an encore and then the lights went low as they said goodnight to the crowd. Shane stepped away from the drums, came to the front of the stage, and tossed his sticks out to their fans. His skin, the curve of each muscle, shone with sweat and he beamed from ear to ear. He searched the crowd, and when he spotted Mickie with Sally and his brother he waved and made a motion with his thumb, telling them to head backstage.

Mickie, Sally, and Hunter met up with Shane close to his dressing room. The narrow corridor leading to the dressing rooms was packed tight with people milling back and forth. Skin slid over skin as Mickie squeezed tight between shirtless band members, roadies, and scantily clad females. Hunter held her hand as they moved through the people, and Sally walked just ahead, trying not to lose track of Shane, who was wedged in a crowd clustered around the lead singer.

“Hey!” Sally slipped up beside Shane. “Great show! You looked very sexy up there.”

Shane smiled and slipped his hand in hers. “Thanks!” Then, in front of a quartet of scowling groupies, he slipped his tongue over her lips and kissed her soundly.

Mickie grinned as the groupies now focused all their attention on the lead singer and lead guitarist, who had just joined them.

They followed Shane into his dressing room, and so did just about everyone else in the hallway. Soon the place was packed tight with people, and the temperature notched higher from all the body heat. More clothes, Mickie noticed, were shed.

Shane handed them all some jello shots that tasted far too good. Before she knew it, Mickie had downed five of the sweet, gooey watermelon shooters. Hunter opted for grape, while Sally had something that looked like a green martini in her hand. Soon Hunter swayed toward Mickie with a lopsided grin on his face.

Obviously they weren’t the only ones feeling the alcohol. Mickie looked around to find an all out orgy was happening. Plus someone had set up a stripper pole in the center of the dressing room, and a woman clad in only a silvery bikini bottom slinked up and down it metallic length.

Suddenly, Hunter pulled Mickie down atop a plush, royal blue velvet couch. She let out a surprised “Oof!” as she plopped into his lap.

“It’s getting kind of crammed in here,” he whispered into her ear, his voice slightly slurred. “Why don’t we find somewhere nice and quiet?”

Shane and Sally plopped down on the couch beside them just as Hunter was saying this. Shane got in between him and Mickie and said, “What, too chicken to fuck in public, brother?”

Hunter whirled on him, giving a snarl as he did so. “Maybe I just have more respect for my lady than you do for yours.”

Shane gave him a smarmy sneer. “Maybe if you asked your lady, you’d find she’d be into it. Public sex is a great aphrodisiac. Sally didn’t believe me either, until I took her to the park a few days back and, well …”

Sally blushed, grinned, but looked away when Hunter gave her a scathing glare.

That was when Mickie decided she’d had enough of Hunter’s uptightness for the night. Shane was right, and you only lived once, she thought.

“Why not?” she piped up, shedding her tank top, bra, and jeans as she did so.

Both brothers gaped at her in surprise. Sally flashed her a knowing smile and joined in, shedding her cute, pleated mini-skirt and purple halter top in no time. The ladies sat on either side of their men now, naked except for wispy panties.

Mickie pointed to her heavy breasts and tingling nipples. “Come on guys. If you don’t take advantage.” She paused and looked around the room at some of the hot guys to add weight to her next words. “Someone will.”

Shane looked at Hunter. “Come on, brother. Now or never. Prove you aren’t a chicken shit.”

Hunter’s nostrils flared and he rose up off the couch. He’d long ago shed his jacket, but now he yanked his t-shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled chest and abs to a chorus of hoots and applause. His pants and briefs soon followed, and he briefly hesitated as he stood naked before a crowded room, looking almost fearful as he scanned the staring crowd. Then he looked at Shane, who was just shedding his clothes, and his mouth curled in a proud grin. Mickie could tell he was silently crowing over finally beating his brother at something.

But before another thought could enter her head, Hunter was on his knees, placing himself between her legs, which he spread wide as his mouth and tongue zoned in on her exposed pussy. She was already growing wet from the anticipation of the thrill.

While Hunter slowly licked the length of her slit, Sally went to work on Shane’s cock. Beside Mickie, she got to her knees on the couch and yanked a standing, now naked, Shane closer to her. Her tiny hand closed around his growing, veiny erection and she popped the shiny, pink glans into her mouth. She sucked it until Shane moaned and cradled her head in his hands. Then she pulled the plump head from her mouth and flit her tongue all over beneath the ridge. She poked the tip of her tongue in his pre-cum spurting hole.

Watching the woman suck her stepbrother’s cock only heightened her own pleasure. When the stepbrother between her legs stabbed his tongue deep into her dripping cunt, she moaned loudly. She struggled to keep her eyes open as he pinched and rolled her clit while tongue fucking her.

Other people clustered around them and joined in on the pleasure. A pretty woman with long red curls stroked Sally’s small, pert breasts while she blew Shane. The woman pinched her nipples with one hand and began playing between Sally’s legs with the other. This made the petite blonde moan around her lover’s dick, which elicited a groan from him as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. His cock slammed faster in and out of her tiny, pink mouth.

The Italian bass player sat down next to Mickie while she writhed in pleasure. He dipped his head and the bristly hairs of his goatee tickled her breast as he took one nipple into his mouth. Hot wetness enveloped the tingling bud, then there was a sharp stab of pleasure / pain as her new lover used teeth to tug and pluck at her nipple. She was surprised there was no jealous reaction from the stepbrother between her legs, but he was obviously caught up in the moment, and didn’t want to be goaded any more by his twin.

The one between her legs slipped fingers deep inside her pussy. First one, then two, then three. He curled them forward, toward her navel, and began to stroke as well as thrust. He found her g-spot quickly, and she threw her head back as pleasure burst out from this center and rocketed through her loins.

The lover at her side trailed kisses over her face while he continued to knead her breasts, play with her nipples. He nibbled down her jaw line, flicked his tongue out over her neck and traced its curve with the hot, wet tip. Soon this fluid heat coiled around her nipples, making them stiffer still. They tingled with a molten fire that zipped straight to her pussy, making it clench tighter.

Her mind struggled to take in all the sensation at once, and her body writhed in a hungry frustration, attempting to absorb every ounce of pleasure her lovers had to give. A tongue now pressed into her clit while fingers caressed and fucked her closer to climax. He sucked her clit deeper into his mouth and now rapidly flit his tongue over the throbbing nub of flesh. This made her pussy clench tighter still around his fingers, milking them of all the bliss they had to give.

“Ahhhhh, yessss,” she cried out as she shivered and shook from the force of her orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, her chest still heaving from the force of her climax, Sally hovered over her. A tiny drop of pearly pre-cum was drying near the corner of her lips.

“Let Shane fuck you while he licks my pussy,” she spoke in a low, throaty voice. “Please? I want to taste your kisses while his tongue is up my cunt.”She pinned Mickie with a feline grin.

Mickie couldn’t speak. She was too caught up in liquor and desire. She simply nodded her consent.

But before Sally could move, Shane said, “Hunter has to join in, too.” He looked at Mickie. “What do you say, sis? One brother in your pussy and one up your ass. Can you take it?” His eyes narrowed in obvious challenge.

Violent heat crept into her cheeks. She tingled from head to toe. Lifting her chin, Mickie gave him what she hoped was a defiant look and said, “I can take anything you can give.”

More hoots, wolf whistles, and catcalls rose from the gathered crowd.

The bass player rose from the couch as Shane stared Hunter down. Hunter had stopped pleasuring her, and now his eyes were locked on his twin.

“So, you up for it, brother?” Shane taunted, crossing his arms over his sweat dampened pecs.

Hunter took Mickie’s hand, stood, and glanced at her. “If my lady wants it, then I want it, too.”

She got to her knees, tried to assume a saucy vixen pose with her ass jutted high in the air. “I want it. I want it right now.” She wiggled her ass at the crowd and spread her legs wider, all humiliation transforming into the exhilaration she found she derived from this exhibitionism.

“Then you’re gonna get it.” Shane walked up behind her and placed a sharp slap to her ass.

She squealed and arched her ass into the sting. Shane slipped beneath her on the couch, ripping a condom wrapper open as he did so. He sheathed his meaty cock in the thin rubber then guided her down onto his slick, pulsing shaft. She let out a moan of satisfaction as he filled her completely.

Her petite blonde friend straddled his face and she watched as his tongue swept out over the tiny woman’s clit. The blonde moaned and reached for her, gripping her shoulder with one hand to pull her close for a kiss. With her other hand, the blonde stroked her clit while her stepbrother pumped his slippery cock in and out of her pussy. She cradled the back of the blonde’s head and sucked on her tongue while she rode her stepbrother faster.

Behind her, a hand slid over her ass. She glanced back to find her other stepbrother there, positioning her so she could take his penis up her ass.

First he worked her with a warm, tingling lube he’d grabbed from the coffee table that was laden with sex toys, empty shooter glasses, and a few half smoked spliffs. While her kiss with her female lover continued, he spread her cheeks and made a seductive game out of lubing up her asshole slowly. He poked fingers that were slippery with gel in and out her quivering anus. He rubbed her perineum until she moaned into her female lover’s mouth.

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