Contents
Stepbrother Moving In
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Stepbrother: Moving Out
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Midnight Kisses
MORE Midnight Kisses
Whispers From Tabatha
Copyright
STEPBROTHER:
MOVING IN
A Romance Novella
by Tabatha Kiss
WARNING: This short story contains explicit descriptions of
erotic and sexual acts that some may find offensive.
Reader discretion advised.
This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All characters detailed within are eighteen years of age or older.
No characters engaging in sexual acts are blood related.
Text and Story Copyright © 2015 Tabatha Kiss
Cover Art Copyright © Depositphotos.com/konradbak
All Rights Reserved.
Chapter 1
“Make yourself at home, baby!”
I look around the living room and regret thinking this was a good idea. “Yep,” I say. “Two college guys definitely live here together.” Clothes are piled up on the couch and dishes have been stacked up by the sink. I detect the faintest stench of body odor in the air.
Carter looks around the room. “What?” he asks with a confused glance.
“Nothing,” I say as I set my suitcase down. I step closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist. “Thanks again for letting me stay here for awhile.”
“Hey — all the free sex I want, whenever I want? What kind of man would pass that up?” he asks.
I pull away with a smile. “Excuse me?” I ask.
He kisses my forehead. “I’m just kidding!” he says. “You know I’m just playing around, right?”
“Of course,” I say. I kiss him on the lips. “And you’re sure Seth doesn’t mind?”
“Yeah—” he says with a shrug. “I mean… he did say some things, but…”
I take a step back and cross my arms. “What did he say?” I ask in frustration.
He brushes a hand through the air. “Don’t worry about it, Mina.”
“No, Carter,” I say. “What did he say?”
“He… just thinks it’ll be weird, that’s all.”
I sigh. “Dammit, Carter, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s not a big deal,” he says. “I swear, I’ve never seen a brother and sister fight as much as you two do.”
“He’s my stepbrother,” I say. “We’ve just never gotten along, that’s all.”
“What did you guys do to each other that was so wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say. “He’s just… always hated me.”
“Well…” Carter steps towards me again. “He’s my friend. But you’re my girlfriend, so I’ll take your side in all battles while you’re staying here, if you want.”
I smile. “That would be just fine,” I say. I pop up on my tippy toes and kiss Carter on the lips.
He moans to show his satisfaction. “Now…” he begins. “About that free sex…”
“You mean the free sex that was in no way guaranteed in this agreement? That free sex?” I joke.
“Yeah… that free sex…” He leans over and offers me a firm kiss.
“Where’s Seth?” I ask between kisses.
“He’s at class…” Carter answers, pulling me closer. “He shouldn’t be back for a few hours. Instead of free sex, I’d be willing to negotiate some welcome home sex, if that’s what you’re into.”
I giggle as his lips find my ear. A sharp tickle travels down my back. “Perhaps…” I breathe.
Carter grips my hand and pulls me across the living room. I nearly trip on the random objects scattered along the floor, but I easily keep myself upright by sliding my other hand on the wall.
“Careful, Carter!” I shout through laughter.
He yanks me into his room and closes the door behind us. “I can’t help it,” he says as he peels my jacket off. “I’m just so excited to have you here.”
“Yeah,” I say. My hands fish inside his trousers. “Me, too.”
We collapse onto the bed together. I push him onto his back and straddle his waist. His swollen member presses against my mound, trapped behind his pants. He bites his lips, smiling as I grind my pelvis against his, awakening my own passions with each purposeful rub.
“Oh, Mina…” he coos. “I can get used to this.”
I slide down his body and plant my knees on his floor. My fingers reach for his belt and I slide it off his body, licking my lips, longing for a taste of him.
“Yep…” he moans.
I pull his boxers down to the floor.
“I can definitely get used to this.”
Carter groans in ecstasy as my lips glide across his thick crown.
***
I open the refrigerator and reach inside to grab a bottle of water. Spending the afternoon in Carter’s bed always drains the energy out of me and I find myself begging for thirst after a few sessions. As I bring the bottle to my lips, I hear a set of keys shaking in the lock.
“Fuck…” I whisper as I kick the refrigerator closed with my bare foot. I realize that I’m wearing one of Carter’s shirts — and literally nothing else. The shirt itself falls just above my rear end and my cheeks are easily visible to anyone that cares to look.
I charge across the living room with the bottle of water in hand, hoping to reach Carter’s room before the inevitable happens.
“I see you’ve made yourself at home…”
I pause in the hallway and turn to face him quickly, all the while keeping a hand on the shirt to hold it down. “Hey, Seth,” I say with an awkward smile. “I was just… getting some water.”
Seth kicks off his shoes. They tap against the wall next to the door. I notice plenty of black smudges in the area, obviously from the two of them kicking their shoes against it since they moved in.
“Well…” he says. “Better get back to drinking that water then…” he mutters.
“Listen, Seth…” I begin. “I know you don’t want me staying here—”
“I never said that,” he says quickly, awkwardly shifting towards the kitchen. He tosses his backpack onto the kitchen table. It wobbles a bit under the new weight.
“But it’s only for two weeks…” I continue. “Then my new lease begins and everything will go back to normal.”
“Okay.” He reaches over the refrigerator and grabs an open cereal box.
“I just…” I know I’m quickly overstaying my welcome in this conversation, but I won’t feel right until I get the words out. “I just want the two of us to be cool, okay?”
“I am cool,” Seth says. He pulls a gallon of milk from the refrigerator.
“And so am I,” I say. “So… we’re cool, then?”
“Sure, why not.”
I bite my lips and linger in the hallway a little longer. “Okay then.” I turn on my heels and start stepping back towards Carter’s room.
“Try to keep it down tonight,” I hear Seth say. “Some of us have exams in the morning.”
I take a breath, wanting to say something, but I bite my tongue and continue on back into Carter’s room.
Carter fidgets on the bed, his full nude body on display. “Who you talking to?” he asks.
; I take another swig of water. “Who do you think?”
He looks at his clock. “Oh, wow. It’s seven already.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Carter?”
“Hey—” he sits up. “I told you. It’s us versus him now. You’re not going anywhere until you can move into your new place and that’s final.”
I smile at him. “I love it when you go so authoritarian,” I say.
“What can I say, baby?” He stretches back and lays down with his hands behind his head. “I’m an alpha male.”
I roll my eyes and laugh as I pull the shirt off over my head.
Chapter 2
“What are you doing?”
I look up from the sink to find Seth standing next to the refrigerator. His arms sit firmly crossed about his chest.
“I’m… doing the dishes,” I say as I hold up the soggy sponge.
“And what did you do to the living room?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“It’s all…” His voice trails off. I glance over at him again. His expression screams repressed anger.
“It’s all what, Seth?” I ask, feeling painfully annoyed.
“Everything is all moved around and out of place.”
I breathe a laugh by accident. “Out of place?” I repeat. “There was nothing in place beforehand.”
“Bullshit,” he says. “I had a system.”
I look back at the dishes. “I didn’t realize anarchy and filth were a system,” I say.
Seth pushes himself off the refrigerator. “Knock it off,” he says. “Stop moving things around.”
“I just cleaned up a little. Calm down.”
“No one said you could do that.”
“I need permission to clean my living space?”
“This isn’t your living space!” Seth shouts back. “You don’t live here!”
“What’s your problem?!”
“Oh, I think that’s obvious—”
“What the hell is everyone shouting about?!” Carter’s voice trails above ours as he enters the kitchen from the hallway.
“Nothing, just forget it.” Seth turns on his heels and marches through the hallway.
I flinch as he slams his door with a deafening smack. “What the hell is his problem?” I mutter.
“Well, what’dya do?” Carter asks.
I turn to him, my hand still scrubbing hard at a plate with the sponge. “What did I do?! Really, Carter?” I add a little elbow grease behind my scrubbing to vanquish a particularly crusty bit of old food.
“You know what I mean, Mina,” he says. He lingers over my shoulders. “Would you stop that and look at me, please?”
I toss the dish into the water. “He’s pissy because I cleaned up the apartment,” I say.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously,” I say. “Apparently, I moved things around too much and he has a system.”
Carter steps around the kitchen and peaks out into the living room. “Looks fine to me… Oh… did you touch his games?” he asks.
“I alphabetized them, if that’s what you mean…”
He winces. “Yeah… I should have mentioned.”
“What?”
“He keeps them in release date order,” Carter explains.
“That’s stupid,” I say with a wrinkled nose.
“Yeah, I know… but not to him.”
“Okay, fine…” I turn back to the sink. “I’ll fix it and apologize.” My finger wander in the water until I find the dish I was working on before. I can feel Carter leaning in closer until his arms wrap around my waist.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I’ll talk to him.”
“I’ve been here a week already and he still looks at me like a fucking bug — if he notices me at all,” I say.
“Hasn’t it always been like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say. “I don’t even know what I ever did and he ain’t telling.”
“Well, fuck him,” Carter kisses my neck. “Only a few more weeks and this’ll all be over.”
I close my eyes and imagine my new apartment. It’s a great deal for the cost — two bedrooms, full kitchen, and a balcony that overlooks the city from the fifth floor. I can’t wait to move in. I’ve already sketched out exactly how I’ll set up my furniture. It’s going to be perfect.
I just have to make it through this week.
“I’ll keep on my toes around him from now on,” I say as I set the freshly cleaned dish in the drying rack.
“And don’t touch his stuff.”
“I won’t touch his stuff,” I repeat.
“That’s my girl.” His lips find my neck again and I smile with delight.
***
I can hear the music through the walls before I even make it off the elevator. My feet ache from a long day of classes and an even longer shift at work. I feel dirty. Everything hurts. I just want to take a long, hot shower and curl up in front of the television with a fun movie. But I hear the music. I hope for a moment that it’s the neighbors, but as I make it closer to the apartment door, I know it’s coming from inside.
Seth is throwing a party.
I spin my keys in the lock and open the door. It immediately slams into the shoulder of whomever is leaned against it. The man moves out of the way to let me in, but his drunken arm shakes too much and he spills the contents of his blue plastic cup down my shirt.
“Whoa — sorry, lady!”
I can barely hear his half-assed apology over the rumbling bass. I slam the door shut and push my way through the crowd. “Excuse me!” I shout, but no one seems to hear me. I’m not sure how he managed to stuff so many people in here but I’m too pissed off to be impressed.
I open the door to mine and Carter’s room to find some random couple mounting each other in the darkness. They scurry about like a bunch of cockroaches on the bed as soon as I turn the light on.
“Get out,” I say. I toss my purse to the floor and kick off my shoes.
Without a word, the two of them run out in the hallway and I close the door behind them. Just as I’m pulling my beer-drenched shirt over my head, the door pushes open.
“Hey—” I shout and plant my foot in front of it to keep it from opening any further.
Seth pokes his head in. “Oh,” he mumbles. “It’s you…”
“Yes, it’s me,” I say, rolling my shirt back down to cover my bra. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I invited some people over,” he says.
I step back slightly to escape his alcohol-laced breath. “Who said you could throw a party?” I ask.
“I did,” he says. “And Carter said it was cool.”
“Well, I didn’t,” I say.
“I don’t care,” he says. “You don’t live here.”
I heave a heavy, annoyed, sigh. “Get out.” I push on the door. “And keep your weird friends out of here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry—” he mutters with sarcasm. “Guess you’ll have to clean the whole place all over again. Carter did say you’d be good for it.”
“Get out!”
“Okay, okay.”
His head disappears from the doorway and I push it closed. Anger stirs in my gut, heaving in and out. I struggle to breathe. Heat pours out of my skin. And I smell like a fucking bar rag.
I peel the wet shirt off and throw it in the hamper. My night of peace and quiet was all just a fantasy. I reach into the closet and find a thick flannel shirt to throw on, one that will block the smell of cheap beer on my skin.
Guess you’ll have to clean the whole place all over again. What the hell did he mean by that? Is Seth doing this on purpose? Did he invite every drunken loser he knows over just to piss me off? Am I just a maid to him? I tap my foot on the floor with crossed arms, my mind of fire. I’m sure he’s right outside now with his ear to the door, expecting to here me muttering to myself or calling Carter to whine, bitch, and moan about him. But I refuse. If he rea
lly is doing this to rustle my jimmies, then there’s only one solution to the problem.
That age-old phrase. If you can’t beat them…
Join them.
I lean over the mirror in the corner and run a brush through my hair. My make-up is far from perfect. I throw on some darker eyeshadow and brighten my lips with a deep shade of red. No, make it pink. Something light and fun. I replace my ironed black slacks with a short and tight miniskirt. I keep the thick flannel shirt, but I open the top few buttons. This coupled with my finest push-up bra and I’m ready for a night to remember.
I open the door and feel a sense of disappointment as I enter the empty hallway. Seth wasn’t there listening in for my cries of torment, but that doesn’t change anything. I throw on a smile and make my way into the living room and beeline for the corner where the keg is set up.
“What are you doing?”
I look over my shoulders as I bring the blue party cup to my lips. Seth towers above me and I smile at him. “I’m having a drink,” I say.
“You weren’t invited,” he says through his teeth.
“Oh, well…” I take another sip from my cup. “Carter said it was cool.”
I can practically see the steam rising off his head as I repeat his words back at him. He opens his mouth to speak, but I brush passed him instead of listening. I recognize a few of Carter’s friends from campus. As I approach their group, they raise their arms up and greet me as one of their own.
“Hey, Mina!” I hear them shout my name and I can’t stop smiling.
I give them high-fives and shake my hips to the music. Over my shoulder, I see Seth staring at me with a deep frown. He lingers there, so I shoot a wink in his direction.
Chapter 3
The morning sun burns in through the windows above the bed. I pull my arm up to block the rays from my eyes and try to drift back to sleep. It’s my day off, so I was hoping to sleep-in until at least lunch. However, the throbbing headache breaking my skull apart is doing everything in its power to make sure that doesn’t happen. I feel Carter stir behind me. His arm spoons across my hips and he rests his fingers against my belly.
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