Her Stepbrother, Her Hero

by Terry Towers

  Huh? What? She looked up into his eyes, but she could see the disconnect in his gaze. He was somewhere, but wherever it was it wasn’t with her.

  “Anthony. It’s okay.” She grasped his chin in her hands and forced him to look down at her. “Tony. Come on. It’s okay.”

  She watched as the fog lifted from his stare and a look of horror filled his eyes. “Oh fuck me. Oh shit, Gabby. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He quickly got to his feet, took a step back from her and looked around nervously, raking a shaking hand through his hair. No one had noticed and Gabby was grateful for that, she could see how embarrassed he was and the last thing she wanted was for it to be worse because they had an audience.

  Getting to her feet she touched his arm, walking around him to stand facing him. “It’s okay.” She tentatively gave him a reassuring smile.

  “No.” He shook his head, keeping his eyes downcast. “No, it’s not. I’m so fucked up right now. I just –”

  She was worried. She’d been concerned the previous night, but downright worried now. “What’s the matter? What’s going on?”

  “I was diagnosed with PTSD and given a medical discharge.” He raked a slightly shaking hand through his hair. “My time was nearly up anyhow.”

  “Does your Dad know?”

  “No, he doesn’t. I don’t want them to know. They think I left because my service was up and I wanted to move on and pursue a different career. That wasn’t entirely the case. I’m under psychiatric care at the moment.”

  “Until…?” She stepped close to him, forcing him to look at her as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “Until I get my head right. It’s not like they’re going to kick me to the curb and not give me support, so that’s good… I guess. Maybe pursuing something between us right now isn’t such a great idea, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I ever hurt you.”

  She gave him a reassuring smile. “You won’t.”

  He lowered his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, holding her tight. “Thank you. I hope you’re right.”

  “I know it.” God, she hoped she was right. Either way, she’d do what she could to make it better for him.

  Chapter 4

  The next morning, Gabriella slowly awoke she was naked and on her side, Anthony's front – also naked – pressed up against her back, his erect cock pressing at her ass.

  "Finally, you're awake," Anthony whispered in her ear, sending a soft shiver through her, bringing her to full consciousness. Slipping a hand around her waist he cupped her mound and pressed her bottom tighter against his rock solid dick. "I've been dying to feel you again. And you promised me something today."

  Gabriella giggled as his lips grazed the side of her neck and he nipped playfully at her shoulder, the incident from the previous evening already forgotten. "What time is it? And if you recall you had me up until three last night."

  "It's noon. I've been up for hours now." His teeth nipped at her ear and he urged her top leg up, back and over his waist, spreading her legs wider for him.

  Turning her head, she hooked her hand behind his head and guided his mouth to hers. He tasted of mint. She became immediately conscious of the fact she may have morning breath, but that didn't seem to bother him as he kissed her with hunger and need.

  She heard the click of… a tube? And then felt the coolness of presumably lube being applied to her back entrance. She froze against him.

  "I'll take it easy, I promise, Gabby."

  A shot of fear rushed through her. She'd never been fucked in the ass before and he was so big. Sensing her hesitation, he kissed her shoulder and stroked her clit. Her fear was slowly replaced by need and she relaxed, allowing him entry. He guided the head of his dick to her back entrance and slowly, carefully pressed into her.

  As his cock penetrated her virgin ass, she felt a painful burning and tried to squirm away, but he held tight to her. "Just a second, babe. It'll get better, I promise."

  His calm voice was soothing to her. Taking a deep breath in, she attempted to relax and enjoy the foreign feeling. By the time his cock was fully buried within her anus, her fear had turned into a desire she'd never known possible. "Mmmm. Oh God, Tony." Her heart picked up tempo and she moaned loudly as she began to grind back against him, wanting him deeper, harder.

  "Shhhhh. The folks are downstairs having lunch."

  What? They're home! Gabriella’s eyes widened in surprise. The thought of Tony fucking her ass while their parents were downstairs was mortifying. She attempted to squirm away from him again, but his hand around her waist held her tight against him.

  "It makes it all that more exciting with them downstairs," he soothed, his lips on her neck again as he pressed up deeper into her.

  "But Anthony..." her protest was weak at best. He felt too good; the head of his cock pressing into her was driving her mad with desire.

  "I'll be quick babes," he assured her, thrusting a little harder, and slipping his hand back down to her pussy. Spreading her lips, his fingers worked her clit with expert precision, alternating between stroking her clit and thrusting his fingers deep into her heated core.

  She gave in to him, though it wasn't as though she had much of a choice; her body was taking over her actions. She whimpered and moaned as softly as possible while he slowly and deliciously brought her to her point of climax. Despite promising to be quick, he took his time, slowly withdrawing and thrusting back in, their bodies moving together in perfect unison.

  "Are you going to come with me, Gabby?"

  "Uh-huh." It was becoming hard to concentrate. Her whole body seemed to be quivering, moving on its own without a thought, just the desire to have him filling her. The fact that their parents were downstairs was no longer a concern. It was just him and her, their bodies melting into each other and moving as one.

  He worked her clit harder, ramming into her faster. The sudden increase in tempo had her crying out.

  "Shhh, don't make me gag you."

  "Didn't take you for a kink sort," she gasped.

  "Oh, I'm a lot of things, Gabby."

  I'm a lot of things. The words were enough to bring her to the edge. What other things? Was it possible to make her feel better than she felt at that moment? She doubted it.

  "I want to feel you coming before I let go, Gabby," he whispered in her ear, then nuzzled her neck.

  His warm breath on her neck and his soft encouragement were all she needed. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as her body trembled and the tension between her legs gave way in a flood of relief and pleasure.

  "So good," he groaned as he held tight to her pelvis and pulled her against him, driving his shaft as far into her as possible. His warm cum shot into her, filling her ass. Her own fluids quickly began to seep down her legs.

  She sighed, hardly believing that the man touching her so intimately and making her feel so amazing was the same boy she'd spent years pretending to hating. The past seemed hard to believe, now that she was wrapped up into his strong arms and enjoying the feel of his depleting dick within her.

  To her dismay, once the final tremor rocked through Anthony, he immediately pulled out from her and jumped from the bed. Groaning, she rolled over to her stomach and watched him pull on his boxers, over his tight, muscular ass. My God, he is hot! Every inch of his body was like a work of art. The scars littering his body from both his years playing football and then his years in combat only added to his sex appeal.

  "So what do you have planned for the day?" She was secretly hoping to spend it with him, but didn't want to sound too hopeful or start acting clingy or needy.

  Walking back over to the bed he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "I'm going to visit some old friends mostly."

  Her heart fell. She prayed he couldn't see the disappointment in her eyes, but knew it would be there.

  "But when you go back to your apartment there will be something waiting for you on the kitchen table. I'll be at your place at eight." He gave her bare ass a qui
ck, playful slap.

  "Ouch, hey!" She graced him with an angry half-growl as she narrowed her eyes at him, rubbing her stinging backside. His grin widened seeing her displeasure. "What’s the surprise?"

  "That's for me to know and you to find out, little sister." He turned and made his way toward the closed door.

  "Hey, wait?"

  "Huh?" He turned, his hand remaining on the knob, and cocked a curious brow at her.

  "Don't you think referring to me as your sister sounds a little fucked up considering," she said as she motioned to her naked body dripping of both their fluids.

  The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned. "Oh, yeah. Really fucked up and sexy as hell because it's fucked up, Gabby." He gave her a wink, opened the door and slipped out.

  Gabriella let out a loud sigh. She couldn't even wager a guess as to what he had in store for her tonight, though she was grateful she’d booked a few days off of work, at her mother’s insistence. With Anthony King anything was possible.

  ****

  Upon returning to her own, tiny one-bedroom apartment, Gabriella went immediately to the kitchen and found a long white box sitting on the middle of the table waiting for her. The thought of how it got there only flashed through her mind, the answer quickly following suit; their parents had given Anthony their spare key to her place.

  Dropping her brown leather overnight bag on one of the wooden kitchen table chairs she opened the box and her breath hitched. What in the name of God...

  She tentatively reached into the box and pulled out a strapless purple sequined prom gown that fell to roughly her knees. It wasn't exactly the current style; it was more of something she would expect to see on a teenager of the ’80s or ’90s. Noticing an envelope setting inside the box she laid the dress across the table and snatched up the envelope. Inside was a pink card that read: I owe you a prom. Be downstairs at 8pm. Tony.

  Laughing, she placed the card back in the envelope and looked back down at the dress. Where was he planning on taking her? It wasn’t even prom season, maybe it was some sort of formal dance?

  ****

  Gabriella gave herself one final look in the mirror. She had to admit, the dress had a certain fun appeal to it. Certainly not her first choice since it was so outdated, but he was a guy and she had to give him credit for trying. She also had to give him credit for whatever it was he had planned on such short notice. The whole thing was baffling and she was eager to see what he had planned.

  At a couple minutes to eight, Gabriella snatched up the matching clutch that had come with the dress, purple and sequined, and made her way downstairs. She was just exiting the building when an older model stretch limo pulled up to the curb. It looked severely out of place in the neighbourhood and a number of people outside on the sidewalk stopped to get a peek at the occupant of the vehicle. Being that it was prom season and the way she was dressed, they must have assumed it was just another prom-goer because their interest passed quickly.

  The limo pulled up in front of her building and the tall, lanky blonde-haired male limo driver immediately got out and made his way to the back passenger side door. "Miss King?"

  Laughing, Gabriella nodded. "That's me."

  Opening the door, he stepped back and motioned for her to enter. "Your date is waiting for you."

  With a wide grin on her face she stepped up to the car and peered in. Sure enough Anthony was sitting in the back seat, looking as hot as ever, wearing a black tuxedo with a purple tie and cummerbund to match her dress. He grinned back at her and motioned for her to get in and sit beside him.

  "Please don't tell me we're crashing a prom, Anthony," she teased, sliding in, the car door closing behind her.

  He gave her a wink. "Not exactly." Grabbing a small white box beside him, he opened it up and pulled out a wrist corsage, with purple flowers that also matched her dress. "May I have your left wrist?"

  "Certainly, Sir." Still laughing, Gabriella felt like she was reliving her prom night, the way it should have happened. This time, however, she was with a man who could set her body ablaze with a single look rather than someone she was forced to go with because no one else would take “Crabby Gabby.” She extended her wrist to him and he slid the pretty arrangement of flowers onto her wrist.

  With the corsage on her wrist he took her hand and gave it a quick squeeze as the limo started moving. "I felt bad over the crummy prom you had and my role in it so I thought I should make it up to you." His eyes wandered the length of her, pausing at her cleavage, straining against the low-dipping satin bodice, before meeting her eyes. "You look very beautiful, Gabby."

  Gabriella was glowing at his compliment. She could actually feel her body growing warm under his gaze and at the sound of his words. Excitement rushed through her. She was tempted to try and force the information on exactly what he planned from him, but part of the fun seemed to be not knowing. "But how did you arrange this all so quickly?" she asked, looking through the window and noticing they were heading toward Manhattan.

  He huffed and jerked a thumb in the direction of his chest. "Marine. We get things done."

  "Gee, I forgot. What was I thinking?" Gabriella rolled her eyes at him, but was still impressed despite herself.

  His grin faded and his expression suddenly turned serious. Taking her hands in his, he raised them to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "Look Gabby, I'm really sorry if I caused you grief when we were younger..."

  Gabriella began to open her mouth to protest and tell him it was fine, it was no different than any other sibling rivalry, but before she could he silenced her with a quick kiss.

  "I joined the Marines because I had no idea what I wanted to do and it seemed like a good place to figure that out. And Dad… well, you know, he pretty much made the decision for me. And honestly, after prom night all I knew was that I wanted as far away from home as possible before I did something stupid and attempted to start something with you. It just happened that the Corps agreed with me. And for the record Gabriella, you're only twenty-three, don't feel bad about not knowing what you want in life."

  Gabriella was shocked. That was about as close to an apology as she'd ever gotten from him over anything. Not that she really needed it. She already knew he wasn't quite the jerk he'd allowed her to believe all these years. But for the first time since graduating high school she felt okay with not knowing her direction in life yet.

  She was about to express her gratitude for his little pep talk when the limo began to slow and the mystery of where they were going was solved. They were in front of a tall, historic theatre and dozens of limos lined the sidewalk unloading passengers. People ranging from their age to those in their fifties and sixties were strolling down the sidewalk dressed in prom dresses and tuxedos and entering the theatre for the prom revival interactive play.

  She was so excited she actually squealed. She'd never been to one of these types of shows before. Basically it was a simulated prom, but actors dressed as other prom-goers, all sporting different characters who would mingle with the guests. Apparently it was an amazingly fun experience.

  "How did you get tickets!" She threw herself into Anthony's arms, showering him with a string of quick kisses over his face and neck.

  Anthony chuckled and returned her hug, as their limo came to a complete stop and one of the ushers stepped up to the back door and opened it for them.

  "Welcome to the prom of Brine Falls High, class of 1989" the usher announced, offering his hand to Gabriella and helping her out of the car.

  Gabriella knew she must have been grinning like an idiot, but didn't care. This was easily one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for her. She looked over her shoulder at her handsome date as he exited the car to stand at her side and offered her his arm.

  "Are you ready to have the prom of a lifetime, Gabby?"

  She nodded and he led her down the red carpet and into the theatre. The slate was completely clean with them now. She had a gorgeous man on her arm and was about to have the
prom she should have had years ago. She couldn't imagine it getting any better.

  Chapter 5

  The room that was set aside for the dance was decorated in the "school" colours of red and white. The lights were dimmed and various colored lights were flashing onto the hardwood newly waxed dance floor. It was a stereotypical prom set-up. Balloons were everywhere. A banquet table was filled with punch and snacks. At one end of the room there was a stage where the host for the evening would occasionally jump up and make an announcement or say something inspirational to the crowd.

  Gabriella wanted to dance but the one thing Anthony wasn't good at was dancing. His idea of dancing was the two-step. Considering the amount of people on the dance floor, tearing it up – even those bordering on being seniors – there was no way he was going to humiliate himself with his lame-assed dance moves. But there was no way he was going to disappoint Gabriella either.

  His solution: alcohol. And lots of it.

  By the sixth beer he was finally feeling up to dancing, without giving a flying shit as to how his moves looked to anyone else. When Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" started to play, he announced to Gabriella that this was his “jam” and grabbing her hand, he pulled her onto the center of the dance floor.

  "We really don't need to dance, Tony."

  "No, no babe. I got this."

  "Oh, good lord." Gabriella half-groaned and half-snickered at his newfound enthusiasm.

  He was vaguely aware of Gabriella laughing and a good chunk of their “graduating class” staring and snickering at him as he did his best impression of the Michael Jackson pelvis thrust and then the crotch grabber while whooping. When it came time for the anti-gravity move, Anthony realized despite his slightly drunken state that he was in over his head with that one, and knew it would only end badly if he tried.

  With more alcohol and more dancing the time seemed to fly by and the end of the night fast approached.