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tag suddenly jangled against the back of my hair as I found my curiosity of
it returning.
     
     
               “What’s
this for?” I asked him, turning to look at it out of the corner of my eye.
     
     
               “Oh,
it’s just this thing we had in my fighting group” He answered as he held it
between his fingers, studying it as an expression of nostalgia, coupled with a
big smile, came across his face.
     
     
               “Fighting
group?” I asked.
     
     
               “Yeah,
yeah; it’s this mixed martial arts type fighting group we had in LA. It’s just
thing I did one time to relax during finals one year,” he started.
     
     
                I
wondered how on earth fighting could be considered relaxing.
     
     
    “But I got really hooked on the thrill; I
ended up forming my own fighting group and we even competed for a short time,”
he finished.
     
     
               It
was yet another surprise and notable deviation from the immature kid I’d known
in high school.
     
     
               And
while Brandon was intimidating with his wide shoulders and big biceps, he also
had the carefree personality of some harmless beach bum.  I could tell he was
strong, but I trusted in that strength.  I felt like he could protect me.
     
     
               When
he told me about the fighting group though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t
suddenly feel a warm buzz rushing throughout my body, down to my clit.  A
sensual electricity sparked and fired and in that moment I would’ve given
anything to be making out with Brandon.
     
     
               There
didn’t seem to be anything that my stepbrother wasn’t great at; I
wondered how he was at sex.  Surely he was great at that too.
     
     
               I
mulled it around in my mind, biting my lip as he went on about his most
memorable fights. But I couldn’t entertain the thought for long without being
overcome with guilt. Get it together , I scolded myself.  I couldn’t
handle the hot desire anymore and he was my stepbrother.  This had to
stop.
     
     
               “Uh,
I’ve got some homework I really should get to” I told Brandon, suddenly.  I
hopped up and quickly rushed to the stairs.
     
     
               “It’s
cool. I’ll see you in the morning, then” he said.  Then I watched him stretch
his tight body as he reclined back on the couch.  Somehow I found the will to
march up to my room.
     
     
               “Holy
fuck,” I whispered to myself in excitement after closing my bedroom door behind
me. I propped my back against it and slowly slid down until my butt was sitting
on the floor up against it. 
     
     
               My
body was on fire and I had to do something.  Surely just thinking about my
stepbrother is okay?  I took the gamble.  My fingers, already horny, were ready
to supply my body with the release it’d craved since my sizzling hot
stepbrother showed up.
     
     
               I
locked my door just to be safe, before tugging my shorts all the way down my
legs and sinking my fingers beneath my panties, onto my clit. One hand played
while the other sensually rubbed my neck.  My heart was beating quickly and the
slightest sound startled me, but the excitement was worth everything.
     
     
               I
was grinding my hand as I let my eyes close, and I imagined sexy Brandon
standing over my own sexy body.  His chest was completely exposed, save for his
tattoos and the dog tag jangling against his strong chest. Sweating, he panted
from having just won a fight as he embraced me.
     
     
               Yeah,
I was his stepsister and he was off limits to me, and yes, I was way too nerdy
and young for him anyway; but in my fantasies none of that mattered. I was free
to be taken and caressed and fucked hard .
     
     
               And
nothing could stop the Brandon of my