Page 8 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

LEVI

Q uinn Standish was one tough nut to crack, if you’ll pardon the expression.

Honest to God, I expected my usual approach to work effortlessly.

Plan A was to drop some hints and soften him up.

If that didn’t work, I’d take a direct approach and watch him turn to jelly.

The jelly part had happened in its own way, but I still hadn’t completed my mission.

That meant unleashing Plan C.

My stepbrother-to-be enjoyed evening showers, much like I did, and I decided the opportunity for a creative next step had appeared. Instead of taking my shower first, I waited until I saw Quinn walk down the hall, towel in hand.

I waited a moment and then undressed, wrapping a towel around my waist before heading down the hall. Standing outside the door, I listened to the shower water hiss. Soon, I’d join Quinn and give him an experience right out of his wildest fantasies.

Let the hot water loosen him up a little , I thought. You don’t want to appear in the bathroom before he’s good and relaxed. You know how jumpy he gets .

I closed my eyes, imagining streams of hot water rolling down Quinn’s naked body.

And then I pictured my stepbrother soaping himself up, leaving patches of suds all over his body.

He’d scrub under his armpits, then the underside of his balls.

His hands would reach behind his waist, caressing his sweet little ass until he felt totally clean.

I imagined his cock standing proudly when he saw me.

The thought alone turned me on, and I stroked myself under my towel. Then I leaned against the wall, allowing my stroking action to speed up. I’d felt patient enough while waiting for him to enter the shower, but the thought of holding off for even another second made me grit my teeth.

I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and eased it to the left before pushing the door open.

I closed it silently as I beheld Quinn’s silhouette through the shower curtain.

Even that snatched a breath from me. He hummed some tune I’d never heard, not that it mattered.

I’d zeroed in on my stepbrother, and I meant to have him.

Letting my towel hit the floor, I peered down at my erection before peeling back the shower curtain enough to allow a steam cloud to escape. Then I snuck inside. The sight of Quinn’s ass stole my breath, and I had to inhale deeply before inching forward.

Quinn turned to me. His feet slipped and he nearly fell backward.

I reached out to grab his hand and pulled him forward so he could steady himself.

My assistance only helped so much, though.

Seeing me before him made him go completely still.

His eyes widened when he glanced below my waist, and I smiled at him.

“Like what you see?” I asked.

His lips moved, but no words came out. I watched his chest heave. Then he glanced over his shoulder several times, as if looking for an escape, but I knew he didn’t want to find one that badly.

I had Quinn right where I wanted him.

“W-w-what are you doing in here?” he asked.

“Getting clean. You know I like to take evening showers.”

“I know, but you couldn’t have waited until I finished mine?”

“What fun would there be in that?”

I offered Quinn my most playful tone, just to calm the waters. He didn’t answer, just kept staring at my manhood like he hadn’t digested what was happening.

“Besides,” I said, “this is totally normal for me.”

“It is?”

“Of course it is. I’m a hockey player, bro. I take showers with other guys all the time.”

“Do you usually sneak in on them like this?”

I laughed out loud at that, even though I only found his question marginally funny. No way would I let awkwardness ruin a moment like this.

When I peered down, I noticed Quinn had an impressive dick of his own in a patch of neatly trimmed ginger pubic hair. I licked my lips at the sight, wanting to take it into my mouth in the worst way.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he said.

“What, whether I sneak in on the other guys?”

“ No , what are you doing in the shower with me?”

His eyes stayed wide open and the skin of his forehead bunched like an accordion. He couldn’t relax, but I’d teach him to chill out in the only way I knew how.

“Some questions are best left unanswered,” I told him. “But I think we both know what’s going on here.”

When he didn’t respond, I knew I had him on the ropes. He hadn’t replied because any response he gave would’ve left him even more vulnerable.

“I think I know what we’re both feeling,” I said, “and that’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Again, Quinn said nothing, as if openly admitting to what we both knew would make it too real.

And then I caught him staring down at my cock again. He must’ve felt so fucking hungry. I smiled at him. Nudity had always given me a thrill, no matter my audience, but having Quinn see my hard cock intensified that feeling so much it made me ache.

“We can help each other,” I said.

“By doing what?”

“Soaping each other up. Would you like that?”

“S-s-sure.”

I reached past my stepbrother for the body wash bottle, popped the cap, squirted a dollop of blue gel onto my hand, and returned the bottle to the shelf.

Then I lathered my hands up and rested them on his shoulders.

My hands glided along his shoulders and arms, then down his chest, feeling his hard little nipples and the muscles of his abdomen.

Then I soaped up his cock, my fingertips tickling the underside of his balls. That earned a moan from my stepbrother-to-be. His dick grew hard in my hand, and I kept squeezing and stroking it until it reached full hardness.

Now for Quinn’s turn.

“What do you say?” I said. “You want to help me get clean?”

Quinn grabbed the body wash with a trembling hand, nearly dropping it before squirting a blob of that same blue gel onto his hand.

Then he stared at my chest the way I’d imagine a mountain climber would gaze upon Everest before beginning his ascent.

With a shaking hand, he spread soap across my pecs.

He reached up to touch my collarbone and then dipped down again, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“There you go,” I said.

All color had drained from his face. He honest-to-God looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“You can touch it,” I said.

“What?” he whispered.

“My cock. You keep staring at it. I know you want it. Don’t tell me you don’t. You can touch it if you want to. Just reach out your hand and wrap it around my meat.”

His smooth chest heaved again, his eyes remaining fixed on my now throbbing member like he’d found his Holy Grail but didn’t dare to touch it.

“Let me restate that,” I said. “ Touch my cock. Right this minute. Quit fucking around. I don’t have all day, bro.”

He jumped a little, but my command set his arm in motion. He reached out tentatively, as if preparing to touch an extremely hot surface. In a manner of speaking, that was true.

His fingertips brushed against the head of my cock, like he wasn’t ready to touch the whole thing right away.

Once he felt acclimated, his digits danced down the length of my shaft.

His hand closed around my dick, but didn’t grip it fully.

Then he stroked his hand up and down my length, causing tiny tingling sensations and triggering another smile.

“You like that, huh?” I asked.

He glanced up at me, saying nothing, but I knew the answer. My stepbrother-to-be loved every second of it, but felt too overwhelmed to put it into words.

That suited me fine. I only cared about action anyway.

My hand dipped down and took his cock again, gripping it loosely and stroking it up and down. Quinn gasped each time I made contact with his member. He’d never been touched before, that seemed obvious, and he had so much to learn.

“How’s that?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” slipped past his lips. He still didn’t know what to say, but at least he’d responded.

I tightened my grip on his cock slightly, which inspired him to do likewise with mine. We stroked one another harder and faster, jerking hard when we reached the knob, our eyes never separating. So far, I’d sipped Quinn like a fine wine, but I wanted to drink up even more of him.

Water washed the suds from his shoulders, revealing the freckle pattern beneath.

I grabbed his arms and drew him in close, bringing our bodies together.

I ran my hands up and down his back, dipping a little lower with each trip.

Finally, I found his ass, cupping and squeezing his perfect, firm cheeks.

Quinn’s chest heaved against mine as I planted kisses on his shoulder like I’d wanted to for the longest time, leaving traces of warm water on my lips.

When I kissed his neck deeply, his head tipped back, the loudest gasp yet tore out of his mouth, and I found myself supporting his weight.

I honestly thought he would’ve collapsed without my help.

I held him tight to ensure my stepbrother-to-be remained upright.

I wrapped both arms around him, squeezing our bodies together. When I freed him, I stared deep into those perfect eyes and found him entranced. Then I leaned in to kiss him slowly and sweetly. Our lips parted for a second, like that first kiss was a test run for something much greater.

And I was right.

Our lips met again, mouths opened, and my tongue lapped over his. When our faces all but mashed together, I found myself locked in the most pleasurable kiss of my entire life.

When our lips broke apart, I knew what would come next. Despite his inexperience, Quinn seemed to know it, too.

He pushed away from me, saying, “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t do this. I’m really sorry.”

“Quinn, dude, relax. It doesn’t have to be?—”

But he yanked the curtain back and nearly tripped as he stepped out of the tub. Then he snatched his towel, barely drying any part of himself before wrapping it around his waist.

“Quinn,” I said, “bro, I thought you wanted this.”

“I-I-I…”

Of course he’d wanted it. Anyone could’ve finished that sentence. Anyone with nothing to hide, that is. Quinn couldn’t have denied that he’d wanted to take the next step, no matter what he said. But he opened the bathroom door and dashed into the hall, ignoring the erection that tented his towel.