John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

He had even stood up for her to their late father, and Linda had found her affection becoming almost painful when Ted gave her an occasional hug or a less frequent kiss.

Lying in the soft bed, she recalled the ride back from the attorney's office, when Ted had rested his hand on her thigh. If she tried very hard, she could still feel those strong fingers, and recreate the delicious tingling sensation that had spread upward to the furry juncture of her slender legs.

Just before she had come upstairs, Ted had told her that he would drop in and kiss her goodnight, a habit they had both enjoyed until their mother's death. After that, their father had sternly forbidden either of them to enter the other's bedroom.

Linda stretched luxuriously, the sheet sliding against the points of her small breasts, making them stiffen. It was different now, she reminded herself happily. Ted was the boss. He could do anything he wished.

She heard her brother ascend the stairway and enter Dorothy's room, but she thought nothing of it. They would have things to discuss concerning the big farm. When they were finished, Ted would come in to deliver that promised kiss, and she could go to sleep.

Drowsiness pulled her eyelids down, and she had no idea how much time had elapsed when the opening of her door made her sit straight up in the bed, the sheet sliding down to her waist, baring the pert-nippled cones of her firm young breasts.

There was a long instant during which she felt Ted's hot eyes on her naked torso. Then, with a little gasp, she tugged the sheet up to cover herself, clutching it with both hands.

"I'm sorry," she apologized blinking at her brother's faint smile. She had never before seen that particular expression. "I got so sleepy, I guess I just dozed off."

He closed the door, one hand extending to the wall switch beside it.

"You look uncomfortable," he murmured, "holding that silly sheet. I'll cut the light, and you won't have to worry about it."

With the sound of a soft click, darkness enveloped the room, leaving only the faint light from the window to outline his figure as he moved toward the bed. Linda's fingers released the sheet, her arms reaching out to welcome him.

He sat down on the side of the bed, turning slightly to slip his arms about her naked waist. Gently, his fingers caressing the soft warmth of her skin, he pulled her against his chest. Her arms tightened about his neck, and she lifted her lips for his kiss. Eyes closed, she waited.

There was something deliciously wicked about the way Ted was holding her. The darkness cloaked her nakedness, but she could feel the heat of his chest against her sensitive nipples, and she shivered at the realization that she wished he were naked, too. His voice made her eyes open, straining to make out his features in the dim light.

"Tell me, Sis," he whispered. She could feel his breath on her upturned face. "Did you ever kiss a guy with your mouth open?"

She kept her own voice low as she answered, "I've never kissed anyone else but you and Daddy. He'd have blistered me if I did that."

"Do you think you'd like it?"

The fingers were playing up and down her back, and she felt her nipples swelling against his shirt front. Her arms squeezed him.

"I'd like it with you Ted." There was an innocent eagerness in her tone. "I'd like anything with you."

She heard his soft chuckle. Then, "It's hot in here. "Mind if I take my shirt off?"

His arms released her, and she missed the feel of those powerful muscles against her tits. "It is a little warm," she agreed. While he wrestled with his shirt, she raised one leg, hooked the sheet, and pushed it down to the foot of the bed. The air bathed her nakedness, but she welcomed its caress of her excited body.

"Remember when we were just little kids, Ted?" she said. "Mom used to let us sleep together in the same bed."

"Yeah," he answered from the darkness. "We'd be as naked as a pair of jay birds."

"Why can't we do that now, Ted?" The question was plaintive.

For a moment, he was motionless. "We're not kids anymore, Sis."

"I don't care. I remember how good it felt when we cuddled up."

She heard and felt his movements as he began removing the rest of his clothing, and she shivered with anticipation. He slipped his trousers down, lifting his hips to remove them, and she asked, "When are Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ralph coming?"

"Sometime this week," he grunted, leaning over to slide his socks off.

"Are you glad?"

"Oh, yes. Susan and Beth are wonderful company, and Clyde's a nice boy."

He was naked, but he seemed hesitant about touching her. She could feel his eyes in the darkness, staring at her body.

"What's wrong, Ted?"

There was a curious hoarseness in his voice as he answered, "I don't want to scare you, Sis."

"How could you do that? We've been together like this before."

He was leaning over her, arms braced on either side of her body, yet not touching her. "You're a beautiful girl, Linda," he said in that strange, husky voice. "Just being near you does things to me."

She knew what he meant, and she laughed, easily and softly. This was Ted, her brother. How could he possibly have thought that he would frighten her with a silly old hard-on. She knew boys got that way when they were excited, just as girls got all wet and soft. Just, she reminded herself, like she was at this moment.

"I know about things like that," she assured him. "I won't be scared."

He leaned closer, his chest touching the bare nipples, wiry hair teasing the tender nubs. His breath fanned her face as he said, "Open your mouth, Sis. Let's make this a real kiss."

Linda's lips parted, and she ran her tongue about them to make them moist. Then, before her tongue could retreat, his mouth claimed hers, clamping over her lips as his chest descended against her tingling breasts.

She had heard of "tongue kissing" and had found the idea exciting. Now, with Ted's tongue dipping into her mouth, she realized why it was so popular. When he scooped her tongue back into his oral chamber, she wiggled it in surrender, and she welcomed his tasty muscle with a hot suction that made the youth grip her shoulders with trembling fingers.

Sensing that he enjoyed her tongue, she waited until his lips released her. Then, with artless eagerness, she began licking his face, the writhing tip of her wet tongue sliding across his closed eyelids, and even teasing his nostrils with its flashing caress.

"I could lick you all over!" she gasped, returning to his open mouth and tracing his lips with her tongue. Her body arched, rubbing her tits against his hairy chest. "Let me do it, Ted! Please!"

He kissed her again, blocking her pleas by shoving his tongue into her greedy mouth. Holding her, he rubbed his lips against hers.

"Why don't we do it the other way?" he asked softly. "Why don't you let me lick you all over?"

She stared at him, although the darkness made his face an indistinguishable blur. "Do you really want to?"

He nipped her chin with his strong teeth. "Baby," he grunted. "From now on, Ted Morgan doesn't do anything he doesn't want to do." He kissed her throat. "He wants to eat you up!"

Linda's arms pulled him down, and his face was buried for a moment against the warm softness of her arched throat, his mouth open, and his wet tongue caressing the tender flesh.

"Oh, yes, Ted!" she cried, her body trembling with anticipation. "Eat me up!"

She felt his lips travel downward toward one of her small tits, deliberately pausing as they reached the beginning of that gentle slope. Her hands ran excited fingers through his thick hair, urging him to kiss his way up the mound until his wet tongue flicked at the base of her sensitive nipple.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as Ted licked his way around the spongy finger, not touching it again, but leaving a trail of saliva about the delicate aureole. She pushed her chest upward, anticipating the first caress of that engorged bud.