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 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.