Zach came crashing through the front door, his big feet stomping through the house.

"Dad!, Emma! Where are you guys?"  Zach was a sweet 21-year-old college kid in a 
man's body, but man what a body he had!  At a little over 6 feet, he had already grown 
into his massive shoulders and arms.  Needless to say, he was quite a ladies man.  And he 
was intelligent as well as good looking.

His black hair was long and he usually tied it back.  His blue eyes were fringed with 
super-long, almost feminine, eyelashes and framed with brooding eyebrows.  His strong 
jaw belied his sweet nature but his masculine poise was always evident in the way he 
carried himself.

"Hey, Zach.  What are you doing in town?"  I asked excitedly, coming out of the kitchen. 
Zach attended college at Duke University where he studied engineering.

As I gave small yelp, I ran up to my sexy stepbrother and threw my slender arms around 
his neck.  Zach wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me to his rock hard chest as 
I jumped up to hug him. I gave him a soft peck on his abrasive cheek and step back to 
look at him. 

I was twenty-two-year old petite brunette with curly hair and, I've been told, innocently 
sexy features.  I've got chocolate brown eyes, a pert nose and kissable lips.

"Jarrett's going to be so happy to see you. Did anyone else come with you?" I asked 
looking toward the front door to see if we had guests.  Remembering the episode with 
Kevin (see part 1), I was sure that Zach was still dating Kevin's girlfriend and may have 
brought her home with him. 

"No.  Cheron is still back on campus.  Since it's spring break, we've decided to take our 
vacations separately to cool things down a bit between us."  Cheron used to be Kevin's 
girlfriend and he didn't appreciate Zach horning in on his action.  Zach's dad, Jarrett and 
I had first hand knowledge of the problems brewing between Zack, Kevin and Cheron.

I didn't know Cheron all that well and had only partied with her twice.  She was a 
beautiful petite black-asian girl and I could see why Zack was attracted to her.  Her toffee 
colored skin was unblemished and she was a sexily built powerhouse.  She seemed to be 
unaware of her innate sexiness.  But you know what they say about still waters running 
deep.

"Zach---Kevin was here last week looking for you. "  I looked into Zach's questioning 
eyes. I rushed on.  "He had a gun. Jarrett and I decided that we'd tell you about what 
happened when you came home for a visit. God, Zach, he was so mad." Jarrett was 
Zach's father.  When I looked at Zach I realized that he was just a younger image of 
Jarrett and just as sexy.

"Listen--Cheron and Kevin broke up long before I started seeing her." Zach told me, his 
eyebrows lowering, and thunderbolts coming from his stormy blue eyes.  Then he 
realized that I told him that Kevin had a gun.

"Did he hurt you?"  he asked, his eyes softening to look into my brown ones, promising 
retribution on Kevin if I said yes.  

I trembled slightly as I turned away from him, my hand covering my eyes, pausing to run 
my hand through my soft, silky curls.  My hunger for sex was welling up inside me and I 
had to turn away for fear that he would see my desire.  Last week was surely an eye 
opening experience for my budding sexuality.

"No. He didn't hurt us, he just scared us."  I didn't want to tell him that, although the 
evening had started out badly, I got a sexual workout that still haunted my dreams. 

"I'll have a talk with him. I didn't realize that Cheron and Kevin hadn't official broke it 
off."  He said to himself, looking away and rubbing his hand over his chest.

Well, he doesn't think things are over between them. Please, Zach, be careful."  I said 
worryingly, trying not to look at the motions of his hand.  I know that my nipples were 
becoming sensitive, rubbing against the inside of my black lacy bra.  Unconsciously, my 
arm came up to hide my body's reaction to his actions.

The sound of the opening door brought Zach's and my eyes to see Jarrett standing there.

"Son, hello there! What are you doing in town?"  Jarett asked as he came over to Zach to 
give him a hug.

"I'm here over spring break. I leave on Saturday morning.  Boy, do I need a break." Zach 
told them both, laughing, breaking the sexual tension between us.

"Well, son, good to have you home. I'm going to get washed up."  Jarrett looked over at 
me and asked, "Is dinner almost ready?"

"Yes. We're having pizza." I was once again distracted from all the testosterone filling 
the room. My legs could hardly take me back to the kitchen because they felt so shaky.

Later on that evening, as we said our good nights, I knew that it was going to be a long 
sleepless night.  I decided to take a hot shower to encourage my body to slumber.  

Stepping inside the shower, feeling the hot water on my even hotter body, I realized that 
this was probably not a very good idea.  The needlelike spray felt like magical tongues on 
my sensitive skin.  I moaned as I slathered rich creamy soap over my harden nipples; 
unbelievable soft breasts to trail down my tummy to the portal of my femininity.  At this 
point my cunt was throbbing, hungry for cock. 

Rinsing off, I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my overheated 
body.  As I opened the door, there stood Zach.  I looked up into his eyes, I knew what he 
was after, and a delicious shiver ran through me.  I stepped back wordlessly, and Zach 
stepped into the bathroom with me, closed and locked the door.

This was my stepbrother, for heaven's sake. But I knew that heaven had very little to do 
with this hunger. I thought to myself. Although he hadn't been my stepbrother for very 
long, in my mind I tried to think of him as a brother. I couldn't have a sexual relationship 
with him, could I?

"Zach, please, let me out of here." I begged, but hoping against hope that he would 
disobey my pleas.

"I need to talk to you." He said gruffly, his hot gaze encompassing my sweet-smelling 
body, scantily attired in a fluffy pink towel.

"Fine, just let me go back to my room and throw a robe on." I said.

"Oh no, I can't do that." He stepped closer to me, his hand coming up to cup the back of 
my head.  My eyes closed in surrender. His fingers massaged this sensitive place until I 
was almost mad with desire for him.

"I came back home because I've missed you. I thought about you, dreamed about you, 
desired you and I needed to come home to tell you." As he was talking to me, seducing 
me, he was pulling me closer to his magnificently shaped body.  I didn't realize that my 
towel had become untied and it was now around my feet.  I closed my eyes as his hands 
were now on my fragrant skin and my arms were up around his neck.  I had to hold on for 
fear that I, too, would be on the floor around his feet.

I subconsciously rubbed my body on his, hoping to put out the fire but, of course, due to 
my actions, this was having just the opposite effect.  His silky hair ran through my fingers 
as I began my exploration. His hair was loose and fell gently on his massive shoulders.  
My fingers trailed around tip of his sensitive ears.

My tongue flickered out to moisten my suddenly arid lips.  I could see in his lust filled 
glaze that this was his clue to continue on this sexual odyssey.

"God, I want you." As his lips took possession of mine, he could taste acquiesce on my 
tongue.  I realized that maybe I'd been too hasty in discounting Zach as a sexual partner.  
His lips were getting a response from me that I had withheld from my boyfriend, Aaron.

Aaron and I had been having sex for about 6 months.  Since Aaron was more experienced 
than I, he was not anywhere close to Zach on the fuck-o-meter.  Even though I had had 
hot mating sessions with Aaron, I could tell that Zach would be my equal in a sexual 
contest.

Zach's talented lips trailed down to the sensitive hollows of my neck.  The flame that was 
lit earlier was now a raging inferno and Zach had the hose to put out my fire.  His 
erection pressed urgently against my stomach and as Zach continued I could feel it 
lengthening and growing even harder searching out my feminine part to his masculine 
one.

He lifted his head as he hurriedly removed his shirt, pulling the bottom of it from his 
pants.  My eyes roved over his hairy chest and my hands soon followed suit.  His chest 
had just the right amount of hair as I delved into it, the soft pads of my fingers caressing 
his male nipples into sharp points.

He gazed at me with hooded eyes and growled, "No more or it'll be over before we 
start."  He grabbed my hands and gently placed them behind my back and held them in 
one of his large hands.  This action bowed my body and thrust my breasts up as an 
offering to him.  With his free hand, he caressed my breast, my nipple rock hard in his 
soft palm.

His strong fingers plucked my nipple to even greater hardness, if it was possible. His hot 
mouth fastened on my willing tip.  His tongue flickered quickly over it and as he began 
sucking, I tried not to moan my pleasure but it was impossible. His mouth was just too, 
too talented.  He continued with the other one, not willing that it should be left out.  My 
chest rose and fell with my breath rushing in and out of my lungs.

The pressure was gone from my breasts and I opened my eyes to see him removing his 
jeans.  It vaguely registered that he wasn't wearing underwear.  

He grasped my hips and placed me on the bathroom sink. I gasped at the coolness of the 
countertop but it couldn't ease the molten heat that emanated from my pussy.  

Zach knelt at the edge of the sink and he put each of my legs on his shoulders.  I hooked 
my legs at the ankles and urged him closer to my throbbing snatch.  He tentatively 
burrowed his nose in my tender cleft, moving my pussy hairs away from the place that he 
most wanted to taste.

His tongue laved my engorged clit.  As he circled his tongue around my love button, I 
could feel the orgasmic tremors start.  My hands grasped his hair, pulling him ever closer.  
My pussy refused to stay still as it began grinding on Zach's clever tongue.  Zach's hands 
encouraged my hips in their motions

"OHHH Zach, please, oh…oh…I'm cummmming." I whimpered.  His tongue continued 
it's stroking, eking out every quivering orgasmic spasm that flowed through my body. 

As I quieted, Zach removed my legs and stood up.  He reached down to grasp his cock to 
place it at the threshold of my steaming vagina.  Once again, his hands grasped my hips 
to hold them in place as he began his earnest fucking of my twat.  He slowly entered my 
creamy pussy and then plunged all the way to the hilt.

His prick was so large that it made me feel like a virgin all over again.  "Zach, you're too 
big, ohhhhhh, stop… stop…stop." I pleaded, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.  The burning 
pain that I had first felt had begun to ease and pleasure replaced the pain.  My legs 
wrapped themselves around Zach's waist in order to feel every inch of Zach's cock.

"Zach, don't stop, ohhhh pleassse don't sstttopp," I moaned savagely, my hips circling 
his magnificent prick.  My hands reached up to hold onto Zach's shoulders, the only true 
stability I had in this world gone mad.

The hungry heat that filled my cunt was raging out of control. "Zach, fuck me, harder, 
uhhhhhh…."  I could sense my impending orgasm was almost upon me as Zach's 
pistoning cock probed even deeper.

"Emma, baby, you are fucking fantastic. Your pussy is so hot." Zach moaned, the 
muscles in his back and arms stood out delineated by each ropy cord. "Take my cock, 
baby. Take it." His pumping escalated. "That's it, come with me, sweets." His masculine 
appeals sent my pussy to vibrating against his hard invading prick. 

My mouth open in a wordless scream had Zach putting his mouth over mine to capture 
each gasping orgasmic shudder filling my body with sexual gratification.  I could feel 
Zach boiling semen fill my hot cunt, splashing against my sensitive cervix.

 Zach's wrapped me in his arms, almost to the point of pain with his strong squeezing.  
His head dropped to my shoulder and I could feel his moist breath on my neck.

Gathering his strength he left me, bending over to pick my towel off of the floor to hand 
it to me. 

"Zach….?"  The rest of my question remained in the air.  

"Go to your room and we'll talk about this tomorrow." He muttered, his back turned 
away from me giving my gaze access to his gorgeous ass, giving buns of steel a whole 
new meaning.

I hesitated, and he said, "Do it now, before I lose what little control I have left."

I hurriedly left for my room and closed the door.  As I sank down on my quilted bed, my 
mind whirled with so many thoughts that I though it would explode.  What now?  Do I 
pursue my interest in Jarrett, or Zach?

A sound from my walk in closet alerted me to the fact that I wasn't alone.  I turned my 
head and looked up and saw Jarrett coming closer to me. I realized that he had been 
waiting for me.  Jarrett knelt by my bedside and as I gazed at his handsome face I knew 
that tonight wasn't over yet.  I closed my eyes as Jarrett's face came closer.  With parted 
lips, my mouth waited for the carnal kiss I knew was coming.

Oh, god, how I love these two men.  How can I justify my behavior?  I'm a prisoner of 
sexual hunger and they both know how to stoke the fire to a blazing inferno.

I could feel my juicy pussy clench, waiting for, hungering for more male attention.

Jarrett loosened my towel like he was unwrapping a precious present.  "Emma, you have 
the most incredible body.  My whole body is aching to fuck you."  His gaze traveled 
down my exposed skin, setting it on fire.  My nipples begged for attention and he didn't 
disappoint them. 

His mouth came down and gave them the attention that they deserved.  My body writhed 
with his ministration and the sparks that were arcing from the tips of my breasts to the 
very depths of my pussy.  

I hadn't realized that he only had a robe on but now even that was gone.  My hands 
trailed along his neck to his strong shoulders.  This was definitely no body of a 41-year-
old man.  I could feel his masculine strength overpower my feminine will. But I have to 
admit that it wasn't all that hard for him to overcome.

Jarrett covered my waiting, willing body.  His hands gripped my hips giving him 
complete access to my bubbling pussy, which I had conveniently given him access to by 
spreading my legs.  He groaned as he completely seated himself in my cunt. "God, you 
are so wet for me."  I didn't tell him that my pussy juice was mixed with his son's cream 
giving me that super wet pussy feeling. He waited until I seemed to be acclimated to his 
size and then began the dance that was created back in Adam and Eve's time.

His hips took over from his mind trying to fuck me deeper, harder, and faster than I have 
ever been fucked in my life.  "Emma, Emma…." His mantra continued.  My insides were 
liquefying encouraging the orgasm that rolled through my love hole.  Suddenly, I was 
there, gasping and moaning out the most awesome orgasmic pleasure that a man can give 
to a women.

I didn't think it was even possible to reach the pinnacle of pleasure that my pussy had 
reached tonight.  Jarrett stiffen, his head back, the corded muscles in his neck stood out in 
relief.  His face was so sexually stimulating that another orgasm ripped through my cunt.  
Hearing Jarrett's savage groan, I could feel his ejaculation pulsating against my cervix.  

Jarrett collapsed on me, rolling to the side, bringing me with him.  My head was on his 
shoulder as my hand rested on his heaving chest.  I could feel his heartbeat thunder 
through the tips of my sensitive fingertips. We rested until our bodies cooled down and 
heartbeats returned to normal.

No other words were said and really weren't needed as he gently and quietly slipped out 
of my bed, picking up his robe and silently closed the door behind him as I drifted off to a 
dreamless satisfying sleep.
