Step Lover

by Sam Crescent

“Kate’s home.”

  “I know.”

  “So, what brings you out in the cold? You and I both know you hate this weather. You’ve always been a summer kind of guy.”

  Yes, I have. The winter is horrible. It’s cold, and nothing can grow, and it snows, making it impossible to drive everywhere. I hate it. It’s good for business, but again, the cold is not my kind of thing. It is Kate’s though.

  “Kate loves it,” I say.

  “Myron, I’ve warned you—”

  “And I’ve listened to your warnings. I’ve kept my distance because it is what you’ve said. Not anymore!”

  “Myron, she’s your sister.”

  “Stepsister. We’ve never been blood related, and we never will. I’m not doing anything illegal in loving her. I never will hurt her, and if you think I will, you’re wrong. I love her. I’m going to have her. I’ve given her a chance to fly. You asked me that. You asked me to let her live her life to try and find her happiness.”

  “She’s in college.”

  “And I’m not going to stop her, but she is not leaving for her new semester without knowing how much I love her. I’m not asking for your permission, Dad, I’m telling you. I love her, and I’m going to have her. I’m not walking away this time.”

  I stare at my father, waiting for the inevitable battle. At least, that is what I expect. For so long I’ve been told that I can’t have her.

  “You’re sure you want to fight me on this?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I’m going to fight to have her.”

  My father slaps my shoulder. “It’s good for you to finally know what it is you want.”

  I frown at him. I can’t help it. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “Wait? You’re happy about this?”

  “Yes, of course I am. It means you’re ready.”

  “Dad, I’ve always been ready.”

  “No, you haven’t always been ready, but I get it. You both needed this space. Time to know what you really want. You’re both so young. It’s easy to make mistakes, and I didn’t want either of you to rush into anything and have any regrets.”

  “Hold on? You knew I wanted this?” I ask.

  “Son, I know the way you looked at Kate. I saw how much you wanted her and believe me, it was hard for me to tell you to wait, but I knew you needed to. She is really important to you, but I also know how much we can change and grow. I know I have. We can make so many fucked-up decisions in our youth. I only wanted the best for both of you.”

  “I’m not you.”

  “And believe me, it’s a good thing. You’re a good man. Suzy was hoping you’d come to your senses or at least this would be over for the both of you, and you’d finally make up your mind.”

  “The only reason I didn’t go after Kate before is because you asked me not to. You forbade it.”

  “That girl needed to go to college and try to live her dream. If you had shown her any love or affection, she would have been content to stay and be your wife, and never try to find anything for herself. She’s gifted though, Myron. You know that. She has to do this.”

  Kate can tell one heck of a story. It’s why she’s studying English Lit at college, but she is also taking a couple of business courses as well.

  “We are both happy for you, and want you to be with her, Myron. Just don’t screw this up. I know you care about her, but don’t do anything stupid.”

  I have no intention of doing so.

  Chapter Three

  Kate

  Washed and dressed in my reindeer sweater and jeans, I make my way downstairs to the scent of vegetable lasagna. I’ve been a vegetarian since I was fifteen years old. One of the kid activists in the high school hijacked the computer while we were all in the main hall listening to one of the principal’s speeches, and showed some footage that would stay with me forever. From that day, I haven’t eaten meat.

  My mom was a little shocked by my dedication, but I don’t care.

  I find my mom in the kitchen humming as she slices up the lasagna. There is already a nice big bowl of fresh salad with the dressing in a jar, waiting to be poured over it. My mom is one hell of a cook. Being away at college, I’ve missed that.

  I can cook as well, but when you’re homesick, nothing can beat Mom’s cooking, at least not for me.

  I walk behind her and hold her. “Hey, Mom,” I say. “It smells so good.”

  “Now I didn’t think I’d miss you startling me like that. Do you remember the time when you were a little girl?” Mom asks.

  “You mean when you’d taken out an entire tray of chocolate chip cookies and I was so happy you’d baked something, I hugged you tight, and you spilled them all over the floor. Yep, that was a sad day.”

  Mom chuckles. “I made you run to the store to get some more chocolate chips. When did you get so grown up? Will you ever want to bake cookies with your mom?”

  “We can bake some tomorrow? I’m all caught up with my studies. I have nothing I need to do for the next couple of weeks but be a thorn in your side.”

  “You will never be a thorn.” She squeezes my cheek affectionately.

  Myron and Frank enter the kitchen. Both men are smiling, and they look so much alike, at least in size, I think.

  There is no way I’m attracted to my stepdad, not even a little bit.

  “Dinner is ready. Will you carry the lasagna through?” my mom asks.

  I’ve already picked up the salad and take my usual seat. There are only four places set. I guess he really doesn’t have a girlfriend. Not that I care.

  Nope.

  The kiss, I refuse to think about. It had no meaning. I’m more than happy, just content to be my lonely little self. No worry there.

  Mom serves us all, and I help with the salad, handing the bowl to Frank.

  Mom sits down and like always, demands we hold hands in prayer. I listen as she does this, but I’m also aware of the man opposite me.

  This is not the first time nor will it be the last where we’re around the table, but this is different. My lips feel swollen from his kisses, and his intent was always there.

  Licking my suddenly dry lips, I don’t dare look at him.

  Dinner is a wonderful affair. Mom and Frank talk about what they have planned, the town, people within it, and it feels right somehow. This is what I love about coming home. Everyone has a place here, and there is love wherever I turn.

  Mom brings out a chocolate cake. I have a nice big slice, and then of course, it’s cleaning up. By the time the dishes are done, it’s late, and I see Myron wearing a jacket and with four leashes in his hands.

  Duncan, James, Huwie, and Bernice are all yapping around his feet.

  I laugh.

  “Why don’t you join him?” my mom says.

  “What?”

  “It’s Christmas. It’s cold, and you know he hates dealing with the cold.”

  “He doesn’t mind.” Being alone with Myron seems like a giant mistake. One I shouldn’t be making. I have to … no, there’s no way.

  “I’d love the company. It’s Christmas. No one should be alone at Christmas.” Myron smiles at me. Those perfect blue eyes make it impossible for me to deny.

  “Of course then. No one should ever be alone on Christmas.” Getting to my feet, I follow Myron toward the front door. He already has my coat in his hands and is giving me that smile, which told me he knew he’d won this one. I don’t like to see any smugness on his face. In fact, I want to wipe it off and not look at him again, but I can’t.

  Taking the coat, I slide my arms inside as he refuses to let it go. I go for the zipper, but he is already there, zipping me up. Next, a nice little hat, followed by some gloves and a scarf.

  “There. You’re all set. I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

  I couldn’t get cold, not with the way he is touching and making me feel. Forcing a smile to my lips, I have to hide all feelings, all reactions. It isn’t good for me to even allow myself to think about
what I want from him, or how we really shouldn’t. We’re not real siblings. It shouldn’t matter that I desire him. If he’d been my actual brother, gross. For the most part, Myron and I had lived apart. Having the biggest crush on him and finding out he would be my stepbrother, that was in fact the worst thing in the world. There was nothing I could do, no way to stop these feelings. I had to control myself.

  Girls and women were always falling all over themselves in an attempt to impress him. I wouldn’t do that. I refused to do that.

  With the dogs all secured on leashes, we step out into the cold, and fuck, it is freezing. So cold, and the snow; I love snow, and it crunches beneath my boots.

  Walking beside Myron, I take the leash for Bernice, hoping she’ll slow down so I don’t have to walk beside him, but even the dog has it in for me. We’re both females, so she should be on my side.

  Traitor.

  “You can try and ignore me.”

  “What kind of game are you playing?” I ask.

  “I’m not playing a game.”

  “You want me?” I lick my lips and wince. It is too cold to do anything.

  Myron stops and the dogs do as well, even Bernice.

  “Look at me, Kate.”

  I want to be a child and deny him the chance to look into my eyes, but it is so stupid to even do that.

  Looking at him, it isn’t hard. He is a good-looking guy, but … I want him. Pressing my lips together, I wait.

  “I know you want me too.”

  “This is never going to happen.”

  He steps closer. Leans in. I hold my breath as my nipples tighten.

  “Yes, it is, but you’re too afraid right now. Don’t worry. I will show to you that you’ve nothing to be afraid of.”

  “You’re a little sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I ask.

  He smirks. That look makes me all wet because it holds so many promises. I’m so curious about all of them and know I shouldn’t be.

  “I know it’s a done deal.”

  ****

  Myron

  Kate can fight this all she wants, but I see the need in her eyes. I’ve seen it in them for a long time. She’s wanted me for so long, and now that I know she’s old enough, living her dream, I’m going to take my shot. This Christmas, she will belong to me, and I will never give her back.

  She jogs to keep up with me. Bernice is a little firecracker, and even though she’s the smallest of all the dogs, she refuses to fall behind, even once. Thatta girl.

  “I can’t believe you. Our parents won’t like this, no matter what you think.”

  I stop and turn toward her.

  God, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I want her. The ache deep inside me keeps on growing and all I ever want is her. I love her so damn much. I don’t care what the town or the world thinks because I love her. She is the love of my fucking life!

  Putting both leashes in one hand, I band my arm around her waist and pull her close. Right there in the middle of the street when everyone is looking. I don’t care what people think or what they see.

  Staring into her eyes, I allow myself the chance to just be.

  Slamming my lips down on hers, I hear the dogs whimpering, but I don’t care. As I trace across the seam of her lips, she opens up to me with a moan, and I delve in, kissing her back with a passion.

  She doesn’t hold me but she does kiss me, and for that, I know I’m not wrong. We are both supposed to be together.

  Pulling away, I smile down at her. “You can deny this all you want, but you and I both know this is meant to be.”

  I take her hand and walk the dogs, very much aware of her confusion at my side. I don’t mind her being that way. It will give me the time to plan, to be ready.

  She doesn’t say anything for the rest of the walk. The dogs do their business, but it is time to go home. Not only am I freezing, but so are the dogs and Kate.

  When we get home, she disappears upstairs without a word to me.

  I dry the dogs, and they leave to go and sit near the fire. Putting the leashes away and removing my boots, I walk over to the kitchen and start some hot chocolate.

  My dad is there, waiting.

  “I’m not going to get in the way,” Frank says as I look at him.

  I frown. “I thought we had already established this part of the conversation.”

  “We had. I’ve spoken to Suzy, and she’s not going to get in the way either. We don’t know what it will be like for the two of you, but you both do have our blessing. Not that you need it. Good night.”

  I watch him go, a little more … confused.

  If both of our parents want this, then why did the two of them get together in the first place? It makes absolutely no sense. I mean, I know they wanted each other, but I guess their needs came before their kids’. Yep, I can be pissed about this all I want, but no, I’m not going to go down that road.

  Shaking off that feeling, I finish my hot chocolate, then go and check on the dogs. The fire isn’t an open log one, so I turn it down before heading up to bed. Tomorrow, my real seduction begins.

  Chapter Four

  Kate

  I close my eyes as I tilt my head back to let the spray of the water hit my face. It feels really good. The house is nice and warm, and I’ve already eaten some toast. Mom and Frank are out for the morning. They need to pick up some last-minute items and won’t be back until later. The letter was all very vague and a little confusing. Why would they wait last minute to buy some items?

  Pushing away any doubts I have, I ignore the niggling inside my head and instead focus on enjoying my shower. I love to have a shower. It makes me feel so good.

  I’m turned away from the spray, running my fingers through my hair when the door to the stall opens up. I let out a scream and nearly swallow my tongue.

  Myron is here.

  In the shower.

  Naked.

  With me.

  I can’t think. I can’t do anything. He’s … wow.

  Staring up and down the length of his body, even my best imagination doesn’t do him justice.

  I’ve seen naked men. I’m a virgin, never been with a guy, but I’ve seen some porn. And, I mean, this man could rival them. He’s long, hard, thick, and the tip is pointing straight at me.

  All words have ceased. All viable thought has left my brain, and now all I can see is him and me, and well, I don’t see a reason to be a virgin for much longer.

  Stop being a slut.

  I’m not a slut.

  “What are you doing?”

  Instead of answering me, he wraps his fingers around his length, working up and down. I press my thighs together. It should be illegal for a guy to look so sexy touching himself. He closes the stall door, stopping any of the spray from coming out.

  Licking my lips, I wonder what he’s thinking.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about those lips wrapped around my dick?” he asks.

  “What?”

  “You heard me, and I would say from those tight nipples and the look in your eye, you’ve thought about it yourself. You want to taste my dick, Kate?”

  I do, but I don’t admit to that.

  “Our parents?”

  “Are out.” He steps closer, and I don’t move away. I don’t want to.

  I can fight him all I want to fully dressed and outside in the cold, but right now, I can’t do anything. All I really want to do is kiss him, to have his arms wrapped around me, and his cock inside me.

  There is no other man who could ever compare, and the need spiraling within my body, it scares me.

  He lets go of his cock and takes a step toward me.

  Watching him, I don’t flinch as he pushes my hair and it falls down my back. The weight of the water helps him. He grips my neck, pulls me close, and as his lips brush mine, I melt.

  This is the third time he’s kissed me, but now I get to feel his cock pressing against my stomach, and it feels oh, so good.
Even better than I thought it could.

  I cry out as his other hand goes to my hip, but he doesn’t waste any time cupping my tit. His thumb dances across my nipple before pinching it, and I moan his name.

  He breaks from the kiss, trailing his lips down to my neck where he sucks on my pulse.

  I didn’t think it could get any better than that, but he proves me wrong as he holds me in place and continues to tease and torture me. He holds my tits up for his pleasure, and I watch as he tongues each peak.

  After a few seconds, or it could be longer, he lets them go, but he doesn’t stop. His lips travel down my stomach and I know where he’s going. As he touches my pussy, there is no denying him.

  He strokes between my slit, touching my clit and sliding down, teasing over my entrance. No man has ever touched me there. I’ve never wanted a man to.

  Myron isn’t just any man though.

  He is the man I want more than anything else. He lifts my leg up, placing it on his knee, and then his lips are on my core and I cry out.

  The pleasure is so intense just from one touch, I can’t help but moan his name and be a little desperate or even a little mad for more.

  This was not how I anticipated this morning.

  His tongue goes back and forth, all around, then down, circling my cunt before up he goes again.

  “I need you on a bed.”

  Before I even realize what is happening, he’s moved us from my bathroom, to my bed. He’s not dried me, but he has me on my back, legs spread.

  The curtains are closed, and the light from outside spills in.

  I don’t care, not as he starts to lick at my pussy again.

  His large hands press against either side of my thighs, keeping me spread open for his tongue.

  I’m at his mercy, and I don’t care. This is what I want.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Kate. You’re going to belong to me, and I know you want this.”

  I can only moan my agreement. There is nothing else I want more than to feel him filling me.

  You shouldn’t do this.

  Why not? He’s not my brother.

  It’s wrong.

  I don’t care. It feels so right.

  The orgasm catches me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it to strike so soon, but as it does, there is no better sensation.