by Blair, Zoe
Brandon pulled away fast. I saw him for the first time since he’d landed in Miami, looking embarrassed and ashamed.
“Wow,” he laughed nervously.
“I’m sorry; that was… kind of weird, huh?” He said, quickly jumping up from the couch.
“I’ve got to go in the kitchen and um, make a drink” he said absent-mindedly before walking away.
I couldn’t believe it. He actually kissed me, but then he pulled away. What did this all mean?
What the hell? I thought to myself, feeling completely confused, angry and humiliated all at once.
Was I bad? Did he honestly care that much about me being his stepsister or would he use that as just an excuse?
My mind was wild with endless insecurities as I lay there on the sofa, trying not to make eye contact with him while he made noise in the kitchen. And then I watched him disappear upstairs for what ended up being the rest of the night.
I was hurt, but I was even more furious; furious that he didn’t even give me a chance to tell him how badly I’d wanted it; furious that he just walked away.
Brandon built me up so much with that single kiss that part of me wanted to rush upstairs and finish what he’d started between my legs.
But I was so angry, my body shut down. My sexual appetite would have to wait for my mind to make any sense of the injustice.
After spending several hours wide awake in my room, I thought about what I could do. There wasn’t much that I could do, though. It was in Brandon’s hands, really; he was the big man, after all – or so I thought.
I decided to text Chrissie to see if I could spend the night at her place. I still have three days until dad came home and hopefully Brandon would be his problem.
“Sorry. I can’t.” She texted back, leaving me annoyed and without any excuse as to why.
Perhaps a little too misguided by my emotions, I even texted Andrew.
Brandon’s going to be sorry he jilted me, I thought, hitting the send button to a message asking Andrew if he wanted to watch a movie the next day.
“Sure.” He texted back, and I wasn’t sure if that was a happy agreement, or a bored one.
I figured I could at least somehow get a rise from Brandon. He would see that I wasn’t awkward or angry, but instead way too busy with other guys to worry about him.
Andrew was a pathetically weak distraction though, as I fell sleep with Brandon on my mind.
Chapter Four
The next evening I came home from school and made myself up just a little bit as I waited for Andrew.
Though I didn’t really feel much of anything for Andrew at that point, I figured I could at least tolerate him long enough to watch a movie with him. I just hoped he didn’t take the invitation as a cause to expect anything more, like he usually did.
I hadn’t ever gone farther than a blowjob with Andrew, or any guy for that matter, and I hoped that he would understand I wasn’t offering anything beyond a movie that afternoon.
He was always a little pushy though, and so I sort of dreaded the moment when he’d try to put the moves on; usually it was the cliché yawn that turning into his arm over my shoulder.
Still though, I was willing to put myself through it for a couple of hours if Brandon was going to see.
He’d mentioned that he was going to be gone most of the day signing papers at his new office, but he would be back by the evening. I remembered this and made sure to schedule my movie date with Andrew for the same time.
I was suddenly a little concerned that he wouldn’t show up though. After all, he could just as easily hit a bar afterwards with his new co-workers, leaving me alone at home with Andrew.
My thoughts didn’t have time to wander too far, as I heard the doorbell and I quickly fiddled with my hair in the mirror one last time before rushing downstairs.
“Hey babe,” Andrew said as I opened the door. H leaned over to kiss me and I could smell a beer or two on his breath already. I recoiled.
It was supposed to be refreshing to see Andrew after a week apart; I thought as soon as I saw his cute smile I’d be smitten by him all over again.
Instead, I was only reminded of why we broke up in the first place as he pushed his way into me.
“Andrew, come on,” I said politely as he looked at me incredulous.
“I thought we’d just watch a movie, as friends,” I clarified.
“I thought you invited me over here because you finally wanted to… you know,” he said, grinning slyly.
“Because I wanted to what?” Now I was incredulous.
“You said watch a movie; come on, everyone knows that’s code for fucking,” he laughed.
“I mean, it’s way past time that you let me get inside that, anyway” he said, trying to rub my clit over my jeans and my push became more intent.
“You just came here from Dave’s house didn’t you?” I asked him, annoyed.
Dave was Andrew’s friend and another great reason for why things between us had fizzled.
It was bad enough that Dave’s philosophy on life was (as he’d had the nerve to explain to Andrew right in front of me) to ‘get as much pussy as you can, bro.’
When everyone else was on my side about our break-up, Dave was right there to take Andrew’s side, applauding him and handing him a beer.
Dave was only a loser that was mooching off of Andrew’s popularity at school though; it seemed obvious to everyone except the two of them.
I figured that Andrew would get the message and drop Dave eventually, but instead he’d gotten into the habit of going to over to his house and playing video games while downing a few beers.
The last thing I wanted was to confront a drunk Andrew and tell him that he wasn’t getting laid.
“Yeah, so what if I came from his house?” He taunted me.
“Look, I thought we were just going to hang out but if you’re drunk then I don’t know,” I said, looking away as I crossed my arms.
“Babe, I came over here expecting something; what are you going to give me? Maybe some head, at least?” he asked in a tone that made my skin crawl.
I couldn’t believe I had thought this was a good idea.
“You’re acting like a jerk right now, Andrew.”
“A jerk? Babe that’s a little harsh; don’t be such a bitch.”
After being around Brandon for the past few days, the sudden contrast in maturity that I was seeing in Andrew took me by total surprise.
Is this seriously what I was putting up with for the past three months? I wanted to kick myself at the revelation.
Andrew started to lean into me with a slimy grin stuck across his face, as he cornered me against the wall.
“Andrew, why don’t you just go; this isn’t working,” I told him in a forced but transparent bravado.
“What the fuck?” Andrew’s eyebrows scrunched up as his tone grew belligerent.
The uncontrollable rage that he always seemed to have, which admittedly had turned me on when he was channeling on the football field, was now directed toward me for the first time and I was shaken by it.
“Andrew, will you please leave!? I’m trying to be nice here!”
I was demanding him at this point, but he only pressed his body harder against me, and pushed his lips into mine as his sour breath clouded against my face.
“You were always such a fucking prude, you know that? Maybe if you weren’t always leaving me with blue balls all the fucking time I wouldn’t have had to get Reagan to give me head!” He shouted.
His hand started to press against my breasts and run down my sides as my breathing quickly intensified and I felt on the verge of panic; this guy I thought I’d known had turned into a complete monster.
“Andrew, stop! I’m fucking serious!” I panted out nervously as he grabbed my neck.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have had to fuck every other girl in school,” he breathed.
I wanted to scream or cry, or something – anything
to get away from him.
But I didn’t know what would happen if I did, so I went silent as he rubbed against my clit with his aggressive and uncaring touch, whispering harshly into my ear.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking bitch I wouldn’t have to do it this way,” Andrew laughed before his teeth clenched in anger.
My mind shut down as I suddenly felt like a prisoner in my own home and tried to comprehend how this could actually be happening. I felt dizzy.
“Andrew pleases, please let me go,” I whispered a final plea to him, defeated. He only seemed more angered by it.
“Fuck you! Shut up!” He said, pulling me by my shirt and slamming me hard against the wall as he mashed his lips into mine.
My body went limp now and I clenched my eyes shut, wanting it to all go away but fearing it was going to get much worse. I tried to mentally prepare myself for what he was about to do to me.
But he didn’t get to do anything else.
My eyes opened and in a shock, I suddenly heard Andrew’s breath escaping his lungs in a quick whoosh, and I saw an enraged Brandon pulling him off of me.
“What the? Who are you? You wanna fucking go, bro?!” Andrew screamed frantically as his shrill voice bounced off the high ceiling in the foyer and he stumbled into an attack stance.
Andrew had all the confidence you’d expect of a Neanderthal, 5’10” 200-pound star football jock as he posed, ready to pounce at Brandon.
But as I looked at my stepbrother, I saw an indescribable strength in his eyes that made Andrew look like a cranky child.
Andrew didn’t know he was picking a fight with a man; and a furious one at that. Brandon’s eyes gave away with no mystery that he was not to be tested by the kid.
But Andrew leapt toward him anyway, and immediately Brandon had him in a lock, giving him a solid punch to the nose before grabbing him by the collar and pushing him against the wall.
Andrew panted out expletives; whining as Brandon got up into his face.
“If you so much as contact Elle again, I will find you and I will fucking finish you, you got me?” Brandon huffed cool and calm through his gritted teeth, and he held the now speechless jock in place.
I stood there breathless. My heart was pounding like a drum as he opened the door and literally threw Andrew outside before ordering him to get in his car and leave.
He closed the door and came up to me quickly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said in a daze, before feeling compelled suddenly to try and explain myself.
“I just wanted…” I started to speak, but was interrupted as Brandon’s soft mouth pressed against mine.
I couldn’t believe I was making the same mistake twice; I hadn’t even finished thinking it through the first time. But my response was instinctual and automatic.
I wanted Brandon badly, and I’d deal with the consequences of him rebuffing me again, if it meant I could experience his kiss again.
He didn’t reject me, though.
Instead, his tongue found mine and he grabbed my hips, pulling me firmly into his body.
He kissed softly but intently along my neck, and up and down the curve of my neck and shoulders.
My heart was still frantic, trying to process what was happening.
But Brandon’s eyes were wild as he pressed me against the wall and our tongues tangled and his firm fingers caressed across my hips.
“I want you,” I finally told him. “I want all of you right now, even if it’s wrong; I don’t care” I whispered.
His fingers pulled my shirt up as his hand dove beneath, and for the first time I felt his skin on mine with sexual intent.
Holy shit! I thought, giddy and excited as he moved forward on me.
His fingers caressed over the soft, sensitive skin of my navel and he kissed behind my ear, evoking a soft moan out of me and leaving my skin covered in goose bumps.
His hands slid up atop my bra, massaging over my breasts and I sighed as my nipples grew hard and sensitive.
Breathing heavy onto my neck, Brandon pulled my shirt up and off before quickly unclipping my bra.
I felt the heat between my legs spreading as he pulled my bra off and my breasts hung in the cool air for a moment just before his palms landed on them - cupping them and teasing the tanned stiff ends.
“Fuck,” I gasped as his teeth sank into my skin with soft bites along my neck; I could feel the power restrained in his movements.
“I want this, too,” Brandon whispered as his fingers landed on my jeans and slowly unzipped them.
I couldn’t believe that his fingers was so close to my clit, and I squirmed from the feathery vibration on my mound.
“I’ve wanted this since I saw you in the airport,” he admitted, grinning.
I pulled my jeans off before he swept me up and carried me upstairs.
He carried me as if I was weightless and I watched his biceps flex before he laid me on my bed.
I saw his bulge, big and obvious now; and as my heart raced in anticipation of some kind of a rejection, I went for it, landing atop the hardness.
“I always remember how it looked when I first saw it,” I admitted, looking up and biting at my lip.
“Really? Well it’s grown a lot since then.” He laughed, undoing his pants and pulling them down, as he revealed the much larger tool that was hanging between his thighs.
The inhibition that Brandon was off limits started fading; the dirty desire to fuck my stepbrother was instead sweeping me away into an ocean of want.
I didn’t care who he was or how he related to me; he was a man that I lusted painfully over, and maybe even loved.
“Shit,” I laughed in a surprised breath as I wrapped my fingers around the thickness, feeling the warmth in my grip.
“Still like it, huh?” He smiled.
“Obviously,” I nodded, rolling my eyes playfully.
I tugged on it loosely, watching him close his eyes and moan at the sensation.
I wanted to give Brandon everything I had in that moment; I wanted to give him the world and I grew excited with each hint of pleasure that I was able to elicit from him.
I tried to wrap my fingers around all the way his girth, but fell short and began to wonder what it would feel like inside me.
“Can I?” I asked him, bringing my lips closer to him.
“Um, definitely,” he laughed insistently.
And I started teasing the underside with my tongue.
Luckily, it wasn’t my first blowjob, but it was by far my most important.
And while I knew it wasn’t too hard to bring a boy my age to orgasm, I wondered how difficult it would be for me to please a guy who’d probably laid tons of women.
There was only one way to find out though, and I closed my eyes, opened my lips, and softly enveloped his head.
