Stepbrother Forever: A Stepbrother Romance

by Marx, Jessica

  I continue to thrust my hips forward and back, but slower now. Jayson lightly sucks the tip of my tongue before taking it into his mouth again. He is massaging my tongue with his, our mouths hot and filled with passion. Our bodies are pressed together. My nipples are hard and they rub against Jayson’s chest as I continue to slide myself up and down the length of his long cock.

  I lean up again, pulling myself up enough that only the tip of his dick is inside me and then I plunge down on him, hard.

  “Oh, yes,” Jayson says, grasping my hips again with both hands.

  I do it again, letting almost his whole shaft free and then coming back down on and enveloping it again inside me. I continue this motion again and again. Jayson lets out a groan each time I thrust his cock back inside of me.

  I feel myself start to tighten as I near climax again. Jayson must feel it, too. He moves his hands up to my neck and pulls my face closer into his as he sucks my tongue into his mouth and lets it go, gently biting my lip before kissing me again.

  I open my eyes, not even realizing they’ve been closed and Jayson is looking right at me. He kisses me with more intensity when I return his gaze. I drive his cock back into me, burying it deep inside as I make one small circle with my hips. He grips me tightly.

  At Jayson’s stare and the sensation of his cock inside me, I climax again. As I do. Jayson pulls my hips back into him and breathes heavily as I feel him spasm inside of me, letting himself reach climax at the same time.

  We continue to move in unison. but slower now until our bodies come to a stop. Jayson is giving me small, light kisses on the lips. His hands are still on my hips but his grip is much looser. I rest my arms over his shoulders and sigh.

  “Mmm, Ashley,” Jayson says in a soft voice as he looks at me again. I smile back at him then pick myself up off of his lap and sit down next to him. We stay like that, reveling in the aftermath of our passion for several moments.

  “I didn’t take you for the aggressive type. Glad I was wrong,” Jayson murmurs, breaking the silence.

  “I’m really not,” I reply with a smirk. “You just make me happy. And you helped me so much today. I just wanted to show my appreciation.”

  Jayson returns my grin. “Well, I’m not sure what I did, but I hope I do it again.”

  I lean over to pick my towel up off the floor and wrap it around myself again before standing up. I’m unsure as to why I feel shy suddenly, but I don’t want to walk to the dresser naked. Jayson bends down to retrieve his pants. He inserts his legs and then stands to pull them up. I watch him, once again in awe of his amazing shape.

  My eyes move to his firm ass as he raises his jeans up over it, shrouding my view. I work my glance up his torso and appreciate his muscular chest for a moment before standing up myself.

  When I get to my feet, Jayson takes one of my hands in his and softly kisses me on the cheek. I meet his gaze.

  “You are truly an amazing woman, Ashley,” he says. I smile back at him.

  “And you’re pretty incredible yourself,” I reply, staring back at him. Jayson kisses me softly once more.

  “Let’s finish our wine before I go home,” he says.

  “Why do you have to go home?” I ask.

  “I have to be at work in the morning. I also don’t have anything to sleep in or wear tomorrow.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Yes. It does,” Jayson agrees.

  I walk to the dresser and find a tank and a pair of comfortable shorts. I pull the shorts up under my towel and feel Jayson’s eyes on me.

  After I’m dressed, I walk out of the bedroom and Jayson follows me. I pick up both of our wine glasses from the coffee table as we pass. We go into the kitchen and Jayson sits at the breakfast bar. I stand on the opposite side across from him.

  “So, do you know your schedule yet for the week?” he asks.

  “No, but I can look quick while you’re here,” I reply, opening my laptop that’s sitting on the counter close by. I log into the restaurant website to check the schedule postings.

  “Looks like I’m off on Tuesday and Wednesday all day.”

  “Perfect. Let’s make arrangements tomorrow to meet with the parents,” he replies. “We should get this over with. I don’t want anything to stand in our way, Ashley. And I don’t need you to stress about your mother.”

  I shrug. “I guess you’re right. I’ll text my mom tomorrow. I don’t think I can take another phone call with her.”

  “Fine. Let’s plan for Tuesday. The sooner, the better,” he responds and takes a long sip of wine, draining his glass.

  “I hate to do this, but I have to get going,” Jayson tells me. “I have to get some sleep, and if I don’t leave soon, I don’t think I ever will.”

  I sigh. “So don’t ever leave. I don’t mind. Although your apartment is much nicer than this little hole.” I look disapprovingly around my tiny home.

  “We can talk about that one day in the future, beautiful,” Jayson says, standing up. “Come on, show me to the door so I can watch your sweet ass one more time before I go.”

  I step around to his side of the counter, look up at him, and smile before I strut to the door. He follows close behind me and when I turn to see where he is, we are face to face.

  “Want me to take you down the elevator?” I ask. “I know how much you enjoy our rides together.”

  “That’s only my elevator,” Jayson says with a wink. “You stay here. You look too cute. I don’t want the doorman looking at you like that—especially when I’m on my way out.”

  “Oh, please,” I reply, shrugging him off. I open my door and we are standing together in the entryway.

  “I’ll call you in the morning,” Jayson says.

  “Thanks for coming by. I had a good time,” I reply with a smile.

  “Me too. Goodnight.”

  Jayson tilts my head up to face him and plants his lips on mine. His mouth is warm. He parts my lips with his tongue and slips it inside my mouth and he tastes sweet, like the wine we just finished.

  He places his hands on the back of my neck and tugs on my hair, pulling my head back some more. We kiss intensely, our tongues entwined together, revolving with a now familiar rhythm. Then he lets me go.

  “Sweet dreams, Ashley,” Jayson says with our faces only inches apart. I’m still feeling dreamy from his kiss.

  “Sweet dreams, Jayson,” I reply staring into his eyes.

  He gives my hand a tight squeeze before stepping back and walking toward the elevator. I want to call out “I love you,” but I can’t. I shouldn’t. Not yet, anyway. I want to hear it from Jayson first, when he knows I’m listening.

  The elevator doors open and he gives me a little wave after he steps in. I wave back, and when the doors close, step back into my apartment and lock the door.

  JAYSON

  Chapter 20

  I have so much energy from our night together I decide to walk a couple of avenues before I catch a cab. I need to wind down so I can get some sleep. It’s already so late and I have an early morning tomorrow.

  Another amazing night with Ashley. Every minute I spend with her makes me want a hundred more. Just when I think I have her pegged, she surprises me again. She has been very submissive and not forward at all. Tonight was the complete opposite. Ashley took complete control. And when she took my cock in her mouth? Shit. It felt so good.

  I wanted to face-fuck her so hard, but I couldn’t. As much as my libido was craving it, my conscience wouldn’t let me. I didn’t want to do anything to turn her off or distract her from her own thing she had going on.

  I’m glad she broke the news to Cynthia so we can figure out what’s going on and not have guilt and worry hanging over our heads. My father was not as cool with us as I thought he would be. I don’t know if believes me about being serious about Ashley. I’m sure once we talk more, he’ll know I’m not playing games with this one.

  And I think once Cynthia sees how much I love her daughter, she’ll h
ave no choice but to concede. Isn’t that what all parents want? For their children to be happy? I’ll have to make it a point to speak to my father before our meeting with Ashley and her mother so I can be sure we are on the same page. Once he’s on my side, Cynthia won’t have much of a leg to stand on. I don’t think she’ll risk her own relationship just to ruin mine.

  I hail a cab and take the short ride back to my building. I should be able to get some sleep now. I’m going to arrange a meeting first thing so it’s done. I’ll also make it a point to speak to my father sometime today so we can hash out our own differences before the four of us are together.

  When we arrive at my building, I exit the taxi and pay the driver. I enter the lobby and wave to the doorman as I walk toward the elevator. When the doors open, I step in and immediately envision me and Ashley embracing in an intense kiss and smile. I wanted to tell her I love her tonight, but it wasn’t right. I don’t want it to be after sex when she might think it’s a fleeting emotion. I need her to know it’s real.

  The doors open when we arrive at the eighteenth floor and I step out. I unlock the door to my apartment, and for the first time ever, it feels empty. I don’t want to sleep alone. I no longer feel complete without Ashley by my side.

  ASHLEY

  Chapter 21

  I sleep in late on Monday morning. I still have plenty of time to get ready for work, but most people have already started their day at this point. I laze around in my bed until I feel completely awake and then get up. I brush my teeth and wash my face and then head into the kitchen.

  I set the coffee to brew and pick up my phone while I wait. I have several missed texts. So many thoughts to wake up to. I pour my coffee into a mug and add some milk. I sit at the counter with my coffee and the phone and reply to everyone.

  There are a couple from my mother: I will see you at lunch on Tuesday, she wrote. Not sure if you know already but thought I would tell you. I reply to hers first.

  Hey, Mom. See you on Tuesday. Enough said. I don’t need to expand. There is nothing much to say until after we see each other, otherwise we’ll just be walking on eggshells.

  Then there are a few messages from Jayson. He greets me first: Good morning, beautiful. Then: Spoke to Tom and Cynthia. Lunch at my place on Tuesday. You should tell your mother even though I’m sure my father did already.

  I answer Jayson: Good morning. Can’t wait for our lunch date. I bet it will be a lot of fun. What should I bring? I’m sure he can sense my sarcasm even through the text.

  There is one from Rachel: On my way to the studio. Big fan of Jayson. So much better than I thought. I reply with, Glad you like him. It wouldn’t be right if you didn’t. XO.

  And one more random text from my brother, Eric: Heard the news. Thanks for your help in maintaining my “favorite child” status. I laugh out loud to that one.

  Fuck you, I write back and add a smiley face after.

  I am halfway through my coffee when I get a response from Jayson: Just bring a smile and that hot ass.

  I respond: I usually don’t go anywhere without it. Going to work soon—talk later.

  I put my phone down, I don’t feel like messaging right now. I want to sit in peace with my coffee and enjoy it this morning. Last night was amazing, again. I don’t know how I became so bold—I’m usually very submissive. Jayson just makes me feel sexy and beautiful, happy and full of life. He excites me and stimulates me, and even when I thought I was in love before, it didn’t feel like this. I want to please him. I want him to love me as much as I love him—or more.

  I rinse my mug in the sink and get myself ready for work. I take a long, hot shower. That always helps to calm me and clear my head before I start my day. As I towel off, I’m reminded of Jayson and I last night and smile. I do my hair and makeup, put on my uniform, and collect my things so I can leave. I’m happy to be working a double today so I don’t have time to sit around and think about lunch tomorrow.

  On one hand, I’m glad Jayson chose his apartment so we can speak openly amongst ourselves. On the other, maybe a public place would have been better so we would have to keep everything under control. Maybe it won’t be as bad as I think. At least I’ll have Jayson by my side.

  The restaurant isn’t that busy today. Mondays are usually the slowest day of the week. I ease through lunch, happily serving my tables. Regardless of what lies ahead, last night put me in a great mood.

  When the lunch crowd dies out and my section is ready for dinner, I step outside to have a drink and a small meal. I pick up my phone to see if there were any responses to the messages I sent earlier. As I expected, there is a message from Jayson.

  Wanna sleep over tonight? he asks. A broad smile crosses my lips. I enjoy his sense of humor.

  As much as I do want to, I am going to decline. I don’t want my mother showing up thinking I just want to shack up with this guy. Or worse, that he is keeping his young lover at home to satisfy all of his needs. Maybe she won’t think anything, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.

  I would love to, but not tonight, I reply.

  Too bad. Maybe another night? Please?

  Any other night, I answer. Talk later.

  I finish my food and go back inside. I chat with a couple of the other servers since we don’t have any customers yet. We all get along well, but I just don’t choose to hang out with my coworkers outside of work.

  A few diners enter and we get back to work. It gets somewhat busier as the night goes on so time passes fairly quickly and before I know it, I only have one table left. I finish the rest of my side work and collect their check so I can close out and go home. When everything is done, I say my good byes and head out.

  I call Jayson on my way home since it’s not too late. He answers after a couple of rings, fills me in on his conversation with Tom, and assures me that everything will be fine. Tom is secure with Jayson’s feelings for me and trusts that he is not using me. Of course, he will defend his son’s character if that is an issue, but he wanted to be sure.

  He also doesn’t think our future relation as stepsiblings is an issue at all. I’m happy to hear all of this and know my mother will have to listen to reason, especially if it’s coming from the man she loves.

  I explain my reasons for not wanting to spend the night. Jayson says he understands, but thinks it’s silly. I assure him we will have many sleepovers in the future. Our conversation lasts for my entire walk home. As much as I dislike talking while I walk, it did make the trip go much faster.

  Jayson stays on the phone until I’m in my apartment to make sure I get home safe. He wishes me sweet dreams, just as he has every night since we’ve been together.

  I’m tired and don’t really have anything to do, so I get undressed and showered and ready for bed. Tomorrow is going to be pretty stressful, so I might as well get a good night’s sleep. I’m sure by the time we’re through there will be a happy ending, but getting to that point is going to be extremely tense.

  ASHLEY

  Chapter 22

  I slept terribly, waking ever hour or so, likely because of my nerves. My mother and I haven’t had too many disagreements, and this is a big one.

  After my father left, she and I became much closer and she spoke to me like her friend as well as her daughter. She can be opinionated and stubborn, but she has always supported me. Even at times when she didn’t agree with what I was doing, she still encouraged me.

  This situation is completely different, though. Mom thinks she is looking out for my best interests, but she’s not looking at the whole picture. She’s also projecting all the hurt and fear from her own failed marriage onto my relationship. I hope there is a way to make her see that Jayson and my father are not the same.

  I take my time getting out of bed and after a horrible night’s sleep, I decide to brew some coffee before anything else. I hang around the kitchen, sipping from my mug and flipping through a magazine. I don’t bother checking if I have any messages, because I don’t feel l
ike dealing with anyone this morning, anyway.

  When I’m finished I make my way to the bathroom for a nice long shower. I dress and put on some makeup. I second-guess the mascara, knowing there might be some tears, but I apply it anyway. I want to look and feel my best when I see my mother.

  After I finish I go to check my messages. There is only one from Jayson, asking what time I plan on getting there. I’m ready now, but I don’t know if he’s at work today or just home waiting for us, so I reply to his text.

  What time would you like me there?