Escape: A Stepbrother Romance Novella

by Brother, Stephanie

  “Sammie,” he murmurs against my neck as I run my hands up his sides, grabbing onto him in frenzy. His hand scoops my knee upward and follows my thigh to my ass. When he grabs it roughly and I feel his hips thrust against me I almost can’t bear it. “I thought I’d lost you.”

  “I’m here Brandon, I’m yours,” I say softly, stroking over the short buzz of his fair hair. “I’ve always been yours.”

  He turns my face so we’re nose to nose, and I see so much warmth in his eyes. “I love you, Sammie,” he says, stroking my hair. “I always have, baby.”

  “I know,” I say kissing him again. “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.” Then I tug on his t-shirt. “Take it off. Let me see you.”

  “You need to rest,” he says with all the concern from the hospital etched on his brows. I pull on it again and I guess he must realize that I won’t be taking no for an answer, as he gives in and reaches behind his head to yank it off in one go. I almost swoon at the sight of his broad, heavily muscled chest dusted with the softest golden hair. His nipples are tight and brown and when I stroke over his shoulders and pectorals and down across them, he moans. “Look at you,” I say reverently and he kisses my mouth hard. Then his hand is on the waistband of my yoga pants and I know I have him. He’s gonna do this. We’re gonna step over the boundary of our relationship and into more. He used to be my friend and my stepbrother but now…well, now he feels like a lover.

  His hand slides down slowly, his palm cupping my ass and I know he can feel that I’m not wearing any underwear. He rests there for a second, looking into my eyes. “Are we really going to do this?”

  I nod and he looks like he can’t quite believe what’s happening. I feel the same. Fifteen years we’ve been apart and even with all that time between us I still feel like he’s my home. We kiss some more as his hand moves slowly, with so much gentle care, until one of his fingers touches where I’m wet and he moans against my mouth. “Oh god, you really want this don’t you?” he asks.

  “I do, so much,” I tell him, helping him pull my pants over my hips and down my legs. He’s kneeling up between my legs now as I draw my camisole up and over my head. His gaze runs from my thighs, so slowly over my body, until it reaches my face.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says, resting his hands on my calves, squeezing slightly and stroking upwards. “Smooth skin, perfect curves. You’re all grown up.” The look in his eyes is enough to raise the hairs on my arms. His palms graze my thighs, thumbs running up the inside, eyes on where he’s heading and I have to remind myself to breathe. I marvel at how natural it feels to be naked in front of him; there’s no shyness or embarrassment. And I want him to touch me so badly I feel my legs shake. “It’s okay,” Brandon says gently. “I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.”

  He pushes my thighs apart gently until I feel the air cool against my pussy. His thumbs press into the crease between my leg and hip, pulling me open and he touches the tip of his finger to my clit, making me rise up from the bed. Leaning forward, he replaces his finger with his tongue, and the heat of his mouth is almost too much.

  “You taste so good,” he says, licking a slow line down to where I’m wettest. I throw my arm across my eyes and relax into the sensations, relishing the press of his fingertips into my soft flesh, radiating strength and dominance. Even if I wanted to pull away I wouldn’t be able to and the thought sends a shiver down my spine. I don’t know if it’s the edge of the forbidden that makes me feel so hot but when I feel Brandon’s tongue pushing against my entrance I can’t control myself. It’s so good but I want more. I want him so deep inside me.

  He pushes his hands underneath my ass, raising my pussy to his mouth as though he’s drinking from a bowl. The tip of his nose grazes my clit and I feel him breathing against my skin. Each lick and caress takes me closer but it’s not enough until he pushes the very tip of one finger inside me and presses upwards in little rhythmic pulses.

  “Oh…,” I say, trailing off when he adds another finger and taps my clit with his tongue. It’s perfect pressure, over and over, and I’m getting so close, but it’s when he moans against me that I go over the edge. My orgasm starts with warmth in my belly that spreads through my pussy and outward in pulses so strong I have to grip onto his head and the sheets to bear it. His fingers keep slipping in and out of me, the slick sounds and my long moan ringing out through my apartment.

  “Fuck,” he says, rising up and pushing the shorts I gave him to wear down his thick thighs. His cock is as beautiful as the rest of him, smooth and hard and just the right side of big. Kneeling between my shaky legs, he grips it like a weapon, squeezing and pulling as though he’s in some kind of lust trance.

  I watch, mesmerized at the sight of him, the pure masculinity of his body and the utter beauty of his face. But it’s more. I see him; inside and out. I know him in a way I’ve never known a man before. I know that he’ll always put me first, no matter what the circumstances. I know he’ll protect me always, body and mind. It’s those thoughts and the slightly desperate look on his face that have me stirring from my post-orgasmic fog and rising to my knees. He’s made feel so good. Now I want to do the same for him.

  I place my hand over his and then slide up the length of him until we are skin to skin. Only then do I look up into his eyes.

  “Sammie,” he says, almost like a warning. Maybe, in his eyes, it wasn’t a big deal for him to make me come, but the idea that I might give him pleasure back seems almost too much for him now.

  I lean down and lick over the head of him, holding his gaze as I do it, wanting to see the pure, raw desire there. When I wrap my lips around the tip and suck gently, his hips buck. “Oh fuck, that looks so good,” he mutters, moving gently in and out while I hollow my cheeks and use my tongue to lick along the sensitive little spot that I know will make him moan. “Ah, keep doing it like that…just like that,” he says, his voice cracking by the end. I hold onto his thighs, feeling them tremble as he uses my mouth and it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever experienced.

  When his cock begins to swell he pulls out, squeezing himself hard, then he’s on me, pushing me back against the comforter, using his thighs to spread my legs and his hands to hold my arms up over my head. His breath is coming fast, as I know mine is, but time seems to slow as he stills, gazing at me with such adoration I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes.

  “I can’t believe I have you back in my life,” he whispers, peppering my face with the softest kisses. “I can’t believe that we’re doing this.”

  “But you want to?” I ask.

  “Fuck yeah,” he laughs. As if to press the point he shifts his hips so his cock slips down through my wetness. “Have you got a condom?” he asks and I shake my head. His face falls; he obviously isn’t prepared either.

  “But I’m on the pill,” I say. “If you’re clean?”

  “I’m clean,” he says, “if you’re sure.”

  I nod quickly, desperate to feel him fill me up. The head of his cock presses forward gently. There’s nothing rushed about this. It’s as though he wants to take every sensation and store it up in his head. He’s so big, stretching me out so slowly I want to push upwards so I can take him all in, but I don’t. I want him to have this his way. I want to give him what he wants because that’s how it’s always been with us. We’ve always been in harmony. It seems sex is no different.

  He shifts up onto his knees leaving just enough space to look between us. We watch as he pushes inside me with slow easy thrusts, opening me an inch at a time. It feels so good and looks so explicit I have to exhale a shaky breath. I’m so swollen and he’s so hard it’s almost punishing but he stops when our hips meet and he’s finally all the way in. The grip he has on my wrists loosens and he rests over me, bending to lick over each of my nipples with tender circles followed by a bite that sends waves of pleasure to my clit. I want him to move but he stays still, buried to the hilt and it’s like he wants to mark his terr
itory, to stake his claim on me for as long as he can. Maybe he’s just too damn excited to risk moving. I feel that way too, like one or two hard thrusts could make me gush all over him. He still has my hands in his grasp so I can’t run mine over his short golden hair or caress his shoulders and back as I’d like. As if he can read my mind, he releases me and uses his hands to clasp my face. He looks into my eyes. “You don’t know how it feels to be with you like this. I’ve been lost for so long but being here, with you, like this…it’s like I’ve finally found the thing that’s been missing for me after all these years.”

  I hold his face in my hand and stroke my thumbs across his cheekbones. He blinks his lovely blue-green eyes and I pull him towards me for a sweet, gentle kiss that I know will tell him I feel the same way. He moves inside me then, tentatively, watching my expression tenderly and leaning in to kiss me to the rhythm of his thrusts. He’s got a way of twisting his hips and nudging upwards that has me writhing, toes gripping into the sheets for purchase. When I reach down to clasp him to me I feel the roll and clench of his strong ass as he grinds out our pleasure.

  “You feel so good,” I whisper, and he nuzzles my neck in response.

  “Sammie,” he says against the shell of my ear, breath tickling the nerve endings there. “I love you…you’re mine now and I’m never letting you go.”

  He has one hand in my hair, gripping tight, and the other around my hip, holding me just where he wants me. I move with him, undulating my hips to match his rhythm, slick, wet and so close to coming I feel like I might burst with pleasure and happiness. This man, who I’ve been without for so long, has become everything to me in such a short space of time. My protector, my lover and still the best friend I ever had.

  Chapter 15

  Brandon

  My mind is going crazy. I can’t fathom that I’m making love to Sammie.

  Love.

  The word sounds weird and foreign in my brain and tongue. It’s been so long since I used it. But it feels right when I say it to her because the feeling is lodged inside me in the same place it used to be. I’d gotten good at pretending I didn’t think about her or miss her. But my heart remembers.

  I’m so deep inside her I feel like I might drown. She’s so damn tight and wet. It’s the first time I’ve ever fucked bare and I can’t believe how amazing it feels to have that skin to skin contact. The heat of it is different and I can feel the way her body responds to the way I move, tiny contractions and bigger waves when I hit her g-spot just right.

  I’ve got her ass in my hand and I can’t stop myself from digging my fingers in hard and tugging her to me. Her skin is so soft, the little noises she makes hitting me right in the cock. Fuck. I can’t think of the way her body feels beneath mine or how much I don’t want this to end. I’m so close to letting go and pumping her full, but I want to hold back. I need her to come with me.

  I know Sammie’s close because she’s bucking, her hips shifting from slow thrusts to a sharp desperate rhythm. I don’t know her body yet but I know women. I know the dirty little things that get them off. I know they like to be shocked when they’re on the verge of coming. God, the things I want to do to her. This is just the start. I’m going to show her things she won’t believe.

  Moving the hand that’s been gripping her hair to her throat, I tip her chin right back, holding her head in place. She moans, arching her back and I know I have her with just a little bit more. I push the leg that’s raised around my hip upwards and hook it over my shoulder in one smooth movement, then I reach down stroking over her ass and pressing into the crease.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasps, her body going tight as a bow string. I watch her face as she comes, her eyes scrunched, lips pulled back into a silent scream. Her forehead is glistening with perspiration and soft strands of her hair frame her pretty face. But it’s what happens inside her that blows my fucking mind. She goes tight there too, clutching at me as though she doesn’t want me to ever pull out. I move through it all, holding her throat tight, pounding into her to prolong her pleasure. I wanted to come with her but I’m feeling too damn greedy and I want to make this night something for her to remember. Pulling out of her pussy takes all my willpower but somehow I manage it, then I roll her onto her stomach, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and pushing it under her hips. It only takes seconds for me to position her exactly as I want her; head turned to the side, body flat and ass in the air. She moans gently as I stroke up her long legs and over her rounded bottom, taking some time to enjoy the view and calm my own raging pulse.

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell her that enough, no matter how many years we are together. There’s never been anyone like Sammie.

  “Bran,” she says in the softest voice, so reverently it give me a lump in my throat.

  “What is it baby?”

  “I need you, Bran,”

  “You’ve got me, babe. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

  I position myself over her, holding my weight on one arm and using the other to ease my cock into her slippery pussy. She’s so swollen it’s almost like the first time I had to force my way in. I rest down on top of her gently until she’s totally surrounded by me. Sammie feels tiny in this position, her slim ribcage now totally enveloped by my arms and chest. I nudge her legs open with my thighs so I can get in deeper and she grunts like it’s too much. I’ve bottomed out and it feels so damn good.

  “Do it,” she says. “Give it to me,” and I love that she’s so impatient for my cock.

  I put everything into my first thrust, all the power I have in my body, using all the leverage I can get by holding her tight, and letting out all the aggression I have to claim her. This woman is mine, I think as I pound into her again. She’s mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to protect. I kiss the side of her face, nuzzling her ear and taking in her scent. I close my eyes, letting myself fall into the moment.

  Our skin is slick where we’re pressed together and I can smell her sweat and mine. Everything feels raw and dirty and I love that I’ve taken this pristine, sweet girl and turned her into the begging, moaning, slippery mess that she is.

  “Oh…” she says, as I slip my hand around her hip and pinch her clit.

  “You like that,” I say, tapping it with my finger, gently at first and then harder. Every press sends a pulsing contraction through her pussy that feels so good.

  “Yeah, fuck yeah.”

  I laugh, sounding a bit crazed, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger, telling her that she’s my bad girl, and I love her and I want to feel her come so hard around my cock. It’s as though my words are all she needs because she comes again, squeezing my cock like a vice. She’s gone totally limp with pleasure, now just a vessel for me to manipulate and fill and I do. Oh fuck I do. I let go and give it all to her, pumping her full of every last drop I have.

  My heart is pounding and my chest heaving from exertion and I’m lightheaded in a drug-up way that has me feeling like the room is tilting on its axis. I don’t want to crush her but my arms are shaky so I ease my dick out and slump down beside her. She smiles at me, and reaches out to stroke my face, eyes scanning as though she wants to take in every detail. I understand that, because I never want to forget these moments since she stirred me from sleep with a kiss.

  “Are you okay?” she asks and I know she doesn’t mean physically. Am I feeling weird that she’s my stepsister is what she’s asking.

  “I’m okay,” I say because I am. All my reservations have flown out the window because when we’re together, everything feels so right. “Are you okay, more to the point?” I ask because I never would have thought she’d be ready to do what we just did after the ordeal she went through.

  “I’m fine,” she says. “Amazing.”

  Sammie smiles sleepily and her eyes droop. I wonder if the effects of the drugs are still in her system or if she always falls asleep after mind altering sex. I feel like I could sleep for a week. I
run my hand over her beautifully soft hair and think about my mom. She had similar honey colored hair to Sammie that I used to hold onto it as a toddler. I miss Mom. She would have been happy that Sammie and I found each other again, although maybe a bit shocked by the developments.

  “What’s your dad going to say?” I ask with a sudden wave of anxious realization that he might be angry. I couldn’t face being a disappointment to him.

  She blinks once as though she’s already one foot into her dreams. “He’ll probably start asking you questions about wombats.” She laughs softly. “He loves you like a son, Bran. And now he’ll have the chance to do it again.

  Epilogue

  Samantha

  I hate jetlag but I’m pushing through it because we’ve finally arrived after so many hours cooped up on a plane and Brandon is too excited to sleep. We pay for our tickets outside the zoo, and I wilt a little in the scorching Australian sunshine. Bran is tugging me along at a pace, his powerfully long strides too fast for me to comfortably keep up with.

  “Brandon, they’re not going anywhere,” I laugh, resorting to a slight jog.

  “I’ve waited a long time to see one of these in flesh,” he says in a teasing voice. “Hurry your ass up.”

  I humph but keep moving as he follows the map towards the enclosure he’s most interested in. I’m just so damn happy that we’ve made it so far together and that I can finally experience this with the right person by my side.

  It’s been ten months since the day I was kidnapped, and Brandon has been with me ever since. I can’t express how amazing it is to finally have him back in my life. I am blessed to have met a person who truly is my partner, the other piece of my soul.