Wicked in Vegas

I’ve had my eyes on my new stepbrother since he moved in last at the beginning of summer.

When Zavier moved in, he was already well into his career as an MMA fighter. He’s pretty good too, from what I hear. But it annoys me just how cocky he is, always bragging about the guys that he's knocked down.

It certainly wasn't his winning personality that first caught my attention. It was that incredible body of his. I don't want to inflate his ego, but the boy was a living, breathing work of art.

Somehow, MMA results in guys with the perfect mix of muscles, bulk, and flexibility.

Whew, my heart started racing every time I saw him without his shorts on, wearing just that pair of tight shorts that show off exactly what he's packing.

Sadly, for girls like me, a lot of the best-looking men are not interested in anything I've got to offer. For the first six weeks or so after he moved in, I felt invisible.

But everything changed when Zavier won a local MMA match. Apparently, the guy he beat had a much higher ranking or something, so Zavier won an invitation to compete in a match in Las Vegas that was going to be live-streamed.

My mom was super excited to make it one big family trip, but then my stepdad Paul had to go to Cleveland on business.

My mother refused to let that stop her and instead arranged a trip for the three of us.

She kept repeating over and over how the trip was "to support Zavier," but I know what she really wanted to do was go hang around casinos and cruise for her kind of guys, a combination of drunk, stupid, and starting to go bald. Ugh.

Unfortunately, since Paul's mail-order healing crystals business was just getting off the ground, we were short on funds, and my mother only booked two rooms for the three of us at the hotel in Las Vegas.

I immediately assumed that it was going to be her and I sharing a room, but she made up some bullshit story about how she needs "lots of dry air" to breathe at night.

In other words, she just wanted to get drunk and come in at whatever hour she wanted, so Zavier and I got stuck sharing the second room.

The flight got in a little late, so we got to the hotel well past noon. My mother had this whole itinerary planned out for us, and now we were behind schedule.

And the first to-do thing on our list was to go to the indoor pool. Apparently, a quick swim is the best way to warm up your muscles if you're a hyper jacket guy like my annoying stepbrother.

I was a little disappointed that the pool wasn't outdoors because I wanted to work on my tan. I'd built up such a lovely glow at that point that I really hated to lose it.

"All right, you two!" said my mother, clapping her hands. "Enough chit-chat. I want the two of you changed and down at the pool within thirty minutes."

"Ugh," I said. "Why do I have to go to that stinky pool? It's his deal, not mine."

"For the millionth time, Destiny," said my mother, scowling. "We're here to support your stepbrother Zavier."

"Whatever," I muttered.

My mother shot me one last angry look and then shut the door.

Zavier was already over at his bed, his open suitcase in front of him.

"I can't believe we have to share a room," I said as I made my way over to my bed. After letting out a grunt, I then hauled my bag up and onto the bed.

"What? You're complaining?" said Zavier. "Give me a break. I've got the most important fight of my life coming up tomorrow, and I'm stuck in here with my bratty little stepsister."

"Who are you calling bratty?" I said, taking off one of my flip-flops and hurling it at him.

Zavier laughed as he easily dodged my shoe. "Calm down, Destiny. Why do you always have to be so melodramatic? Come on, let's just get changed and get down to the pool."

"Um, fine," I said, opening my bag and digging around until I found my bikini.

But when I walked over to the bathroom to go inside and change, I saw that the door was partially off its hinges.

"What is this?" I said, backing away from the door.

Zavier bounded over to me. "Damn, this door is well and truly broken," he pronounced after giving it a quick once-over.

"Well, we've got to get a new hotel room then," I said. "I can't stay in a place without a working bathroom door."

"Fine, we'll deal with it later when we go down to the lobby," said Zavier. "But for now, come on. Let's get changed."

"Do you seriously expect me to get naked in front of you?" I said. "No way, you sickie."

"Come on, Destiny. Be reasonable. It'll only take a minute for us to get into our swimsuits," said Zavier.

"Fine, fine. Get ready to see your little stepsister naked then!" I said.

"Quit being so dramatic," said Zavier.

Just to spite him and that smug attitude of his, I took off my top and threw it onto the bed. I then stepped out of my shorts and underwear until I was standing there before him naked, my arms folded.

Zavier's eyes went wide as he scanned me up and down, which sent a little frisson of pleasure running across my bare skin.

"Destiny," said Zavier. "I shouldn't be looking at you like this."

"Why not?" I said, one hand on my hip. "You don't like what you see?"

Zavier paused for a long moment.

"You... you're a distraction that I... can't afford," said Zavier at last, yanking his gaze away from me.

"Distraction?" I said.

"I... oh god, no, not again," said Zavier, using his hands to swiftly cover his crotch but not before I got a good look at what was rising up down there.

"Again?" I said with a laugh. "You've gotten erections before from thinking about me, your innocent little stepsister?"

Zavier nodded sheepishly.

"Damn, that's so sick," I said with a chuckle as I walked over to him and put my hands on his chest.

"Yes, I know!" said Zavier. "Please, Destiny, put your swimsuit on. I've got to get my head in the right space for my match tomorrow. Please don't distract me like this."

"Tell you what. I'll make you a deal," I said, walking towards him slowly.

"What?" said Zavier, his bottom lip trembling most adorably.

"You take off your clothes," I said, smiling as I looked up at him. "And I'll put mine on. How does that sound?"

"Um, okay," said Zavier, nervously walking over to his suitcase and ripping his shirt off in a way that got me buzzing.

The moment his pants and boxers came down, his cock sprang up to give a salute, and I had to cover my mouth as I giggled at the size of the thing.

"What?" said Zavier, a hint of color rising to his cheeks.

"My god," I said, my eyes locked on that cock. "That's quite a powerful reaction there, stepbro."

"It's not my fault," said Zavier, an edge of whininess in his voice. "You're always prancing around the house, practically falling out of your bikini."

"It's not my fault I need to work on my tan!" I said. "And here's a newsflash for you - girls wear bikinis. Learn to control yourself."

"Learn to control myself?" said Zavier. "You're out partying until late almost every night, and you come home stinking of cheap booze and boys."

"I hate to admit it, but you're right about one thing," I said. "I'm tired of guys all being the same. I need a little more spice in my life."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" said Zavier.

"Nothing's spicier than fucking your own stepbro, am I right?" I said, licking my lips.

"Destiny, no!" said Zavier.

But he did nothing to stop me when I sank to my knees and took that magnificent cock of his into my mouth

The thing was so wide that my cheeks were stretched out like a chipmunk, and I could barely get my tongue around that meaty shaft.

And it just kept going and going until I could feel the tip of Zavier's cock tickling the back of my throat.

"This... This can't be happening," said Zavier, his knees buckling as I continued to bob up and down on that mighty warhammer of his.

"If it's so bad, then walk away," I said, popping his cock out of my mouth and giving the shaft a loud slurp from base to tip.

"I... Oh god. Yes. Don't stop," moaned Zavier.

"You're such a sickie for shoving your dick into your little stepsister's mouth," I said with a grin as I used my hand to wipe off some of the juices.

"No, it's not... I...," said Zavier, his powerful thigh muscles trembling as I got back to work bobbing for apples.

"Don't worry. I like sickies," I murmured to myself, my voice distorted by the throbbing penis in my mouth.

Zavier continued to moan as his climax rapidly approached. I could tell by the way his balls tightened against my chin and his fingers tangled in my hair.

As I continued to lick and suck, Zavier's entire body began to tremble violently.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" he gasped.

And then it happened.

Zavier let out a hoarse cry as sticky white cum squirted out of his cock and into my eager mouth. I lapped up as much of it as I could, but it was so thick and creamy that it took a mighty swallow to clear my throat.

Nonetheless, the whole thing was worth it as his jizz had just the right aftertaste of sweet and salty combined.

"Mercy!" said Zavier, looking down at his dick in astonishment. "What just happened?"

"What do you think just happened?" I said with a laugh as I stepped in for the kiss.

I jammed my tongue inside his mouth, and a moment later, he got to enjoy the rich combination of his seed mixed with my natural juices.

"Woah," said Zavier, collapsing into a seated position on the edge of his bed.

"Pretty spicy, right?" I said as I sauntered over to him. "God, we are going to have so much fun tonight."

"No, I... Destiny, please," said Zavier. "I'm going to be a wreck tomorrow."

"I tell you what," I said, reaching over and grabbing him by his shoulders. "Let's make a deal. If you agree to fuck me right now, I'll consider leaving you alone for the rest of the night."

"Um..." said Zavier. "But we've got to be down at the pool in a few minutes."

"Then let's make it a fast fuck," I said. "Come on. I can see your cock is already half-hard again."

"I seriously can't believe I'm doing this," said Zavier with a groan. But despite his words, his hand was already at work, sliding up and down his shaft.

"That's more like it," I said as I got onto my hands and knees on the bed. I then turned and flashed him a welcoming grin to go along with my welcoming pussy and ass.

"All right, we're doing this," said Zavier. "But we're never going to tell anyone, okay?"

"Deal," I said. "Now put it in already!"

"This is insane!" said Zavier, but a moment later, I felt him push up against me.

I gasped as the tip of the spear parted me in two. Frankly, I'd never been filled like that before, and knowing that it was my stepbrother doing this to me got me all kinds of wet.

"Oh lord," I whimpered as that rod of his slid further and further inside of me, igniting walls of flame to go shooting up and down my vagina.

At first, Zavier's strokes were slow and hesitant, but then he began to build up speed as he figured out a good rhythm.

Inside, I felt like I was straddling the world's largest hot air balloon, and it was just rising and rising further up into the golden sky.

Zavier then shifted his angle, and that was all it took to send off the first few flares of pleasure, bright sparks shooting into the air.

Zavier grunted as he hammered at me, each powerful downstroke knocking out a few more of the neurons in the rational part of my brain.

It wasn't long before I was left insensate with ecstasy, floating on a golden cloud as a choir of harpsichords played.

And then, boom. The bottom fell out. I was like a skydiver without a parachute as I whistled downward.

Yet at the last moment, I was bucked up and into the air, tumbling head over heels as I sailed across the sky once more.

"Oh god!" I heard Zavier cry out from some far-distant universe.

Down in my world, I was desperately trying to hold on as a series of powerful wind currents buffeted my position on the cloud. But despite gripping the cloud until the muscles in my finger ached, I was toppled over, once more sent cartwheeling down through the sky.

This time, though, I landed with a tremendous thud, instantly shattering into a billion bright sparklers, each one hissing as it fizzed and threw out richly hued light.

My brain then shorted out, so I have no idea how long it took until I got my systems back online.

When I finally was able to open my eyes, I saw Zavier standing there above me, smiling from ear to ear.

"What?" I said, pulling myself up to a seated position. But Zavier never responded. He just stood there, grinning at me.

"You're being weird," I said as I walked over to my bed and slipped into my bikini. "Anyway, come on. It's time to go."

I was just about to open the door to our hotel room when Zavier let out a little moan and then collapsed onto the floor.

"Oh my gosh!" I squealed as I ran over to him.

Thankfully, when I put my hand against his neck, I could detect a strong and steady pulse.

I ran over to his bed and picked up his swim trunks. It took a bit of work, but I finally managed to get him dressed.

"What... what happened?" said Zavier a moment later, his eyes fluttering open.

"You just got sleepy there for a minute, bud," I said with a little laugh. "Come on, it's fine. Let me help you up."

"Jeez, I feel so weird," said Zavier, one hand on his head. "Where are we going again?"

"To the pool," I said. "Grab your towel and let's go."

Zavier looked at me for a brief moment but then got his towel and slung it over one shoulder.

I waited until he was in the hallway before I turned to him and said, "Oh, shoot! There's something I need to do real quick. Go ahead, I'll catch up to you."

"What do you need to do?" said Zavier, an anxious look on his face.

"Um, woman stuff," I said.

"Oh. Okay," said Zavier, turning and slowly making his way down to the hallway.

As soon as he was out of sight, I dashed into the room and got my phone out of my bag.

"Yep. It's done. No, he didn't suspect a thing. Oh, yeah. He is completely drained. Your boy should have no problem with him tomorrow," I said and then disconnected the call.

I felt kinda bad for doing that to Zavier, but the representatives of the guy he was going to fight offered to pay me quite a substantial amount of money to throw the match by disabling Zavier in some way.

It sounds awful when I put it that way, but the guy told me that Zavier was young and would have many more chances, so one loss wasn't that bad. It might even motivate him to become a better fighter.

But it was definitely the money that got me on board with the crazy scheme. That, plus, Zavier really did have such a hot body. I figured it was a win-win for everyone.

After all, he got to fuck the hottest girl in Vegas, am I right?

As for the money, well, as I said, things are a little tight back home. And I need a little pampering in my life if you know what I'm saying.

A girl as hot as me just can't thrive in such a basic lifestyle. So why not make a little money by doing what I already love to do?

Win-win all around.