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  Dirty Sext

  Accidental Stepbrother

  Part 3

  By

  Stephanie Brother

  © 2018 Stephanie Brother

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  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  Sext Me is a 40,000 word novella, suitable for 18+ readers.

  Dirty Sext…

  I was in my room, bored out of my mind when my phone chimed.

  I looked down to read the dirtiest text I’ve ever received.

  Two words appeared that I normally would have ignored, but tonight, I feel something take over me as I read the words again.

  Sext Me.

  My body fills with excitement as I reply. And then I get a response. Oh, the naughty things he wants me to do.

  For this moment, I’ll pretend I’m the adventurous vixen he thinks I am. Tomorrow I can worry about the truth.

  Such as the fact that he obviously thinks it’s someone else.

  And that I’m not the hot cheerleader he thinks I am.

  I can’t keep up this pretense, but it’s too much fun.

  And then it’s too late, I’m in too deep.

  I can’t stop the inevitable.

  Only there’s a couple of problems…

  Number one - I’m not a student.

  Second, I’m his professor and his soon-to-be stepsister.

  What’s a girl to do?

  Chapter One

  Angela

  I watched the clock as the big hand hit the hour mark. It was a big clock, and I’d bought it because I couldn’t stand the quiet in my apartment, but now it was just annoying. I couldn’t help but be aware of the passage of time, even when I didn’t want to be.

  The ticking sound it made as the second hand moved grated on my ears, though there were times when I let the sound lull me to sleep because I wasn’t adapted to being alone at home, yet. I’d probably get rid of it eventually or dump it on whoever I could find since it did cost me money.

  It was seven p.m. on a Saturday night, and I was alone at home with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Instead, I was in my bedroom, staring at my clock as I urged time to go faster so I could finally go to sleep.

  When did this become my life?

  I thought back to the time when I was still a married woman. It felt like such a long time ago sometimes, but it had only been a few months. Since the divorce, none of my friends would talk to me. I hadn't realized until after we separated that they were all more Stuart’s friends than mine, and they all blamed me for breaking up with him.

  When I first brought up the separation, I didn’t realize the reason they tried to talk me into sticking it out with him was that they felt bad for him, it had nothing to do with whether they cared about my emotional well-being. It had been hard to accept at first, but after being shunned for weeks, it was hard not to get it.

  “Ugh,” I groaned and jumped up from the bed. “What the fuck!”

  It wasn’t like I couldn’t go out. Well, I was thirty-five and also a university professor, so it would actually be pretty damaging if I went out to some club and students from the university happened to be there. It wasn’t encouraged, but all the professors knew most of the students, especially the ones that didn’t live in the dorms, went clubbing and barhopping at night when they could. I’d lost my marriage, my house, to some people, I’d lost my reputation. I did not intend to lose my job.

  Maybe there’s something on TV that’ll keep me occupied.

  I went back to the living room. Since it was the weekend, and school had started not too long ago, there were a few assignment for me to grade but I’d already done them, and I looked over the plan for next week’s classes. I’d eaten dinner early without checking the time, but if I slept early, then I’d wake up early tomorrow, and it was Sunday. Another day where I had nothing to do that I would have to spend bored out of my mind. Alone. As usual.

  At some point, I’d even thought of asking some of the other professors if they were busy for the weekend, but I didn’t mingle a lot at work.

  I sat on the couch with a bottle of beer and picked up the remote to turn the TV on. I flipped through several channels before landing on some mindless drama. I was jumping in at the middle, but it hardly mattered. I knew I wasn’t going to pay attention to it, anyway.

  Work was the only thing that could really distract me because I was used to falling into it after being a professor for so many years. Anything else, especially with the mood I was in, and my mind would wander.

  In the middle of the show, my thoughts turned away from the ridiculous plotline that I could just barely grasp and moved onto Stuart, my ex-husband.

  What was I thinking when I married him? It was a question I’d asked myself a lot after the divorce. All my former friends, on the other hand, couldn’t figure out why I wanted to get divorced, but none of them knew what he was like when it was just the two of us, behind closed doors. I never planned to tell anyone, either, so all I could do was make peace with the fact that all my friends for the past ten years turned their backs on me without a word the moment I signed those papers.

  I still don’t regret it.

  The only problem I had now was being bored in my free time. If it was all I had to pay for the sake of freedom, then I was happy.

  When I blinked and my brown eyes refocused on the TV, I frowned. I turned it off, and checked the time, and could have cried when I realized barely twenty minutes had passed.

  “For fuck’s sake!” I whispered to myself. Irritation was a buzz in my skin that made me restless and I swiped a hand through dark brown hair to get it out of my face.

  I got up off the couch and then realized I had no real plan to do anything else. I’d never been one for TV or movies so to stay on the couch was just silly. Before, I used to read a lot, but it had been a while since I’d read anything besides the assignments from my classes or my lecture notes.

  Maybe I could look for something to do on my computer?

  I shuffled back to my bedroom for the third time that night, picked up my laptop and went to sit on the bed.

  The first thing I did was to check my email. Besides a bunch of spam and some ads for subscriptions I didn’t remember signing up for, I did have a couple of messages from some students. I busied myself for a bit reading and replying to the messages. Then, I went through my inbox, sorting and deleting through my emails, unsubscribing from a few newsletters.

  It didn’t take all that long to finish, and I lay back on my pillow with my eyes closed. I’d had music on my computer drive, and a bunch of movies, too, but just about everything would make me think about Stuart. We’d shared just about everything from the earliest time in our marriage. While that had changed over the past few years, the damage had already been done. I just didn’t delete any of it because I knew I would regret it eventually if I did get rid of it all when it to
ok so long to collect. So, I closed my computer lid and left it alone.

  I was seriously considering leaving the apartment to find something to do, even if it was just taking a walk around when my phone rang. My eyes snapped open, and I dived for it. It was at the bottom of my bed, and I almost fell to the floor in my scramble.

  When I realized what I was doing, I winced and wondered when my life became so pathetic. The divorce didn’t affect me that badly, the memories were my biggest problem, but I’d totally forgotten that, if I didn’t want to have those memories ruining my life, I just had to make new ones.

  If I had to, I could always go back to my hometown for a change.

  I was curious as I sat back and checked my phone. I frowned because the number wasn’t familiar. I didn’t recognize it, but it could be anyone. I’d deleted most of my contacts over the past few months, so it could be one of them trying to contact me after finally gaining some common sense…

  When I unlocked it and checked the message, though, I was totally floored. Someone, I had no idea who, actually sent me a dirty text. My jaw dropped as I read it over and over, but the words didn’t change.

  “Hey, sexy. Do you miss me? I’m hard and waiting for the kind of relief only you can give me.”

  I bit down on my lip as I felt an eyebrow arch. Any other time, I would have ignored it and maybe even cringe a little before I deleted it. Or even text back and tell whoever it was that they probably had the wrong number.

  But I was so fucking bored. So, I laughed and replied.

  “Where are you at?”

  Whoever it was, if they were going to send me a dirty text, then they better entertain me.

  Chapter Two

  Ben

  I waited anxiously, staring at my phone, waiting for a reply. I’d held back long enough. Even though I got the number ages ago, this was my first time using it. I did want her to be the first to text me, but that didn’t matter so much, as long as she replied.

  Not long after I’d sent the message, I got one back, and my eyebrows shot up as I grinned.

  Finally, I was going to score with Sandra. She was a cheerleader I’d been dating for about four weeks. The one that no one could get up close and personal with. She’d said yes to me when I asked her out, and I’d played the part of a gentleman for the past month.

  It was about time we moved on from that.

  Since we pretty much knew the same people and hung around the same places since I was an athlete, we’d never texted before now. I’d heard a lot about her from mutual friends, so I wasn’t sure, but since she was going along with the line of my text, I had to think she wanted this as much as I did.

  I smirked to myself. Maybe soon, I could bring her to my room, and we can try this again.

  It was a nice thought for next time. Right then, I had to think of what to text back.

  “I’m in my bed, thinking of you. What about you?”

  The wait this time was longer, and I frowned. Should I call her? She was willing to text me back, but this would be so much better if I could hear her voice, too. I was already half hard in my jeans, and I settled back against my headboard, adjusting the bulge at my crotch, waiting impatiently for a reply.

  “I don’t know, baby. I’m pretty busy, but if your cock wants some attention…”

  Fuck yeah!

  Sandra was sexy, a tall blonde with a nice rack and a tight ass. I pictured her in front of me in her cheerleader uniform, the words in the text coming out in her sultry voice as she smiled at me.

  “What are you going to do with my cock, if you’re so eager?” I challenged, my head tilted to the side as I waited, my dark blonde hair almost in my eyes.

  The reply was faster this time.

  “I’ll suck it till it’s dry. And have you begging for more.”

  My jaw dropped in shock, and my whole body froze as I stared at the line of words. My cock grew stiffer in my jeans. Fuck! The fantasy was still running in my mind, and I thought of Sandra saying those words as she stared at my crotch and licked her lips. That would be so hot. If I could, I’d have her on her knees and giving me head right then. I wanted to insist on her coming over, or me going over to her, but I hesitated.

  Something about this, exchanging dirty text messages, was so much more exciting.

  “What makes you think I’ll beg?” I texted.

  I was bluffing. She could have me begging. Since I’d had my eye on her for a while, it had been a long time since I’d had anything besides my right hand. Thinking of her soft, pink mouth wrapped around my cock as she bobbed her head up and down shot pleasure through my body. It would hurt if my cock got any harder.

  “Wanna bet, big boy? I bet you’re be big, so big you’d stretch my mouth wide open…”

  With a hiss, I pressed the heel of my palm on my pulsing dick. Somehow, this seemed hotter than if she’d been in the room with me and saying those things. It wasn’t what I expected from her at all when I sent that first text. I figured I’d get a few replies, we’d laugh it off, maybe hook up later, but this was so much better.

  My hands moved on their own, one undoing the fly of my jeans, the other sending a text.

  “Keep talking, baby. Tell me more. Are you gonna swallow my cock?”

  I wiggled on the bed, trying to shove my pants and briefs down to my thighs and still hold my phone up. Then, I readjusted my pillow, got comfortable, and wrapped my hand around the base of my dick. I stroked lightly up, cursed the roughness in my palm, and brought it up to my mouth for a few quick licks. I had lube in my nightstand, but I’d have to put my phone down to get it, so I decided it wasn’t necessary.

  The slide wasn’t as nice when it was just spit, but it would do. I moved my hand in slow strokes, biting my lip in anticipation of the next message.

  “I’d swallow, baby,” she finally texted. There was a pause in between messages, and I could almost hear the giggle that would come in between. My hand tightened just a little. “I’ll have more than just your cock in my mouth. Would you like me playing with your balls, baby?”

  “Yes,” I wrote back immediately.

  “Then, should it go something like this? You lie back down, and I straddle your legs. My hands on your hips, my mouth on your cock, giving a nice hard suck, but I pull off because we don’t want you to come too quickly.”

  “Shit,” I panted, my hand moving a little faster on my cock. Occasionally, I’d thumb the slit, precum leaking out and lubricating my palm some more. “Fucking shit!”

  “I want to come.”

  There was a pause.

  “Hmm. But that’s no fun? I’d want to do more, like spread your thighs so I could get my mouth on your balls, lick and roll them on my tongue. Then I’d slide the tip of my tongue up the vein on the underside of your cock, tease the head a little, your slit. You’d be so wet from all the precum and my spit; you’d shine.”

  I groaned, gritting my teeth as I tilted my head back, hazel eyes closed for a moment. I fucked into my fist, picturing her doing everything she’d just described. When was the last time I had a girl suck me off? It had been way too long, and I couldn’t wait to put all those nice suggestions into practice.

  Just when I felt like I was on the edge, I forced my hand to slow down. I reached underneath and tugged my balls, relieving some of the urge to come.

  “Can I come now? Or not yet?”

  “How could you come when I haven’t sucked you dry yet? After I’m done playing with your slit, I’ll wrap my lips around the head of your cock and run my tongue all around it, sucking lightly.”

  “You’re killing me here!”

  “That’s not allowed either, not until I’m done. I’ll slide my lips down your cock, nice and slow, then hollow my cheeks out when I come back up. I’ll keep doing that, moving faster and faster…”

  “I’m so close…”

  “You’re getting frantic then, huh?”

  I glanced down at my hand, sliding up and down my cock in a fast rhythm, and grow
led. My hips twitched, and I had to fight with myself to force myself to keep still. If I moved too much, I would have a hard time reading.

  “Take a guess.”

  “If you’re so frantic you’re right on the edge of coming; then I would let you…”

  I held my breath. “Let me what?”

  “I’d let you grab my hair and move your hips, thrusting that hard cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. You can go as hard and fast as you want, the head of your dick hitting the back of my throat. I’d swallow around you, and you would explode, you're come sliding down my throat as you orgasm…”

  “Fuck!”

  I couldn’t help it, I climaxed, my hand fisted around my pulsing cock as my head tilted back, my body stretched in a taut line. The fantasy in my head pretty much followed the words, and I could almost feel her throat working around me, driving me crazy. I’d never tried face fucking. Despite what porn videos would have you believe, a lot of women didn’t like it, and none of the ex-girlfriends ever let me try. I’d only had one that was adventurous to try deep throating me, and only once because her throat hurt afterward and she refused to do it again.

  Come spilled over the hard plane of chest and hand, but I didn’t care. My body slumped into the mattress, and I let my hand settle on my muscled stomach as I slowly calmed down. My thighs trembled a little, and my hand wasn’t steady, either, when I raised it up.

  “Damn, baby…”

  “Did you come?”

  “Of course, I did! That was so damn hot…”

  “I haven’t come yet. Wanna help me?”

  I laid my head back and groaned, touching the phone to my forehead.

  “Fuck.”

  I was going to have a lot of fun when we finally met face to face again. I couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Three

  Angela

  “Does anyone have any questions?” I called to the room full of students.