TEASE_A Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  “Secrets revealed,” I said, and everyone except Tyler put their glass down and looked at me.

  “Are you pregnant?” Lauren asked.

  “What?” my dad yelled. “You’re pregnant?”

  “No, I’m not pregnant,” I said. I thought about how I had narrowly escaped that, but I didn’t think telling them about my almost-pregnancy was such a good idea.

  “Phew. You almost gave me a heart attack!” Lauren said as she turned to my dad and smiled at him. He smiled back at her, and I smiled internally. If only they knew what I was about to say next.

  “So, Tyler and I….” I started but lost my confidence. I had prepared a whole speech, yet I forgot what I wanted to say when it mattered most. The adults turned to Tyler as if expecting him to complete my sentence.

  “We’re dating!” he blurted out.

  The two of us looked at our parents, expecting them to burst out laughing, yelling, screaming, shouting or something to show how they felt, but they did nothing but look at each other.

  “Do you want to tell them?” my dad asked Lauren.

  “Might as well,” she said.

  “Tell us what?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

  “I know it seems crazy, but your dad and I are ex-step siblings.”

  “What?” Tyler asked, sitting up.

  “Jack’s dad was married to my mom in our late teenage years. It was a second marriage for both of them. They ended up getting a divorce a few years later and remarrying other people. But that’s how we met, and even though our lives took several paths after that, one always remembers their first love, right, Jack?” She winked at him seductively.

  Without saying another word, I could tell they had been together as a couple at some point in their life before going on to marry our other parents.

  “So, you’re not mad?” Tyler asked.

  “Why should we be? You are not related by blood, and if you want and love each other, why should we keep you guys apart? It makes it easier to plan a wedding,” Lauren said.

  I looked at Tyler, who looked overwhelmed by the recent craziness. I certainly had someone looking out for me; first I had escaped being pregnant by a hair, and now, the moment we had been dreading for weeks turns out so calm I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

  “Dad?” I turned to my dad to hear his opinion. “What do you think?”

  “Exactly what Lauren said. Be responsible and don’t abuse your privileges, and if you want to be with each other, we’ll fully support you while it lasts.”

  I looked at Lauren, then at my dad. They were not kidding. They truly were giving us their blessing. Bizarre, but I will take it.

  “Tyler?” I said, looking at him. He threw his hands up.

  “What can I say? I guess it runs in the family.”

  *** THE END ***

  TWISTED

  (A Stepbrother

  Romance)

  By

  Mia Carson

  COPYRIGHT © 2015

  All Rights Reserved

  ***

  1

  ***

  “Fuck you,” I said as I pushed Andrew out of my parents’ house and slammed the door in his face.

  “Maddy, please, let me explain,” he begged through the closed door.

  “I fucking said go screw yourself!” I yelled from inside. “I’m done with your bullshit.”

  Tonight was the last night we had together before I left NYC to go to California. I had planned to make it special for both of us, as we’d have limited time together once I began my undergrad work out west. But, as usual, Andrew had a million excuses for why he couldn’t keep our date sacred. It was mostly my fault…I had let him do this to me multiple times. I’d always accepted his lame excuses, never getting mad at him and never letting my emotions show. But frankly, I was really done with it. He could enjoy his evening with that airhead who had been after him for months. I couldn’t care less.

  Andrew and I had met during our last year of high school, and everything had been going smoothly until he started demanding sex from me the summer after we graduated. Call me old-fashioned, but I wasn’t ready to have sex with him for two good reasons. First off, I was a virgin, and even though I liked him a whole lot, I didn’t want his to be the first cock I ever experienced. Secondly, he seemed too immature to know how to meet my needs in bed. I was no expert, but I didn't want to have to teach a man the fundamentals of how to fuck me right when I was ready to lose my virginity. I just didn't have the patience for that. And perhaps there was a third reason…a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. The main reason I just couldn’t let Andrew fuck me was simply that I had a crush on someone else. Not just anyone…the one man I should never even dare think of sexually. I wanted my stepbrother, Nick.

  As I sank into the sofa, furious and disappointed, hot tears streamed down my face without warning. I wasn’t really crying for Andrew; he wasn’t worth it. Apparently when I’d refused to have sex with him, he’d found skanky girls who were willing to give up their pussies without hesitation. I imagined he fucked their hot cunts as willingly as they opened their legs. No, I was upset because I had really wanted to have fun on my last night at home. I wanted to create memories to take to college with me, but Andrew had messed it all up. I hadn’t made any other plans with my friends, so I was going to be stuck at home all night. I wasn’t sure how long I cried or even when I fell asleep, but I woke up to someone gently nudging my shoulder.

  “Maddy, are you okay?”

  It was Nick, my stepbrother, who was older than me by two years. He was kneeling next to me at the sofa. He must have just come back from his part time job while I was sleeping. Nick’s dad had married my mom two years ago after they had both gone through painful divorces. Mom had divorced my biological father years ago when she caught him fucking his secretary a few days after my sixteenth birthday party. Dad had moved in with his secretary soon after, while Mom spent the next year chasing men half her age. Finally, she settled for a nice, older man named Dan, dated him for two seconds, and married him in a grand, expensive wedding. Dan had brought a daredevil son, Nick, with him, who was staring at me now with great concern on his face.

  “I’m okay,” I lied, sitting up straight and wiping my eyes.

  “You’ve been crying,” he stated. I wanted to deny it, but it was no use. He might as well know that I had broken things off with Andrew. Sooner or later, our parents would ask me about our relationship status, and I couldn’t lie to them.

  “I’m really okay,” I said.

  “Listen, Maddy, I know you too well. Tell me what’s wrong.”

  I smiled despite my sadness. Yes, Nick knew me too well, but it hadn’t always been like this. When we’d first met a few years ago, I had found it hard to think of Nick as my brother because I’d had a crush on him from the get go. As the months passed, we became closer and started looking out for each other. My crush on him never really went away, though, and now more than ever, I wished he wasn’t my stepbrother.

  “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he murmured.

  “It’s not a big deal. I just broke up with Andrew.”

  “Finally,” he said. He sat next to me, our legs touching for a brief moment. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” I replied, trying to muster a smile as I looked into his face. “Why ‘finally’?”

  “Come on, Maddy. You know he was the wrong guy for you,” he said.

  I shrugged.

  “Come here,” Nick said, pulling me closer to him so my head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. “He just didn’t deserve you.”

  I let myself sink into Nick’s body. He smelled so musky and fresh, and the way he held me protectively lightened my mood. The longer he held me, the sorrier I felt for myself for having wasted my time with anyone but him.

  “Maddy, you know I never liked him much,” he said as he absentmindedly massaged my shoulders, his fingers caressing and relaxing
me.

  “No secret there,” I said. Nick and Andrew had never gotten along, but it had not stopped me from hanging out with Andrew.

  “I’m sorry you’re going through all of this. I wish there was a way I could make things better for you.”

  Make things better for me? If he turned around and kissed me right there and then, I promise I’d never think of Andrew ever again. I felt the tears running down my face again, and this time, I let it all out.

  “Maddy. It’s okay,” he said, holding me closer and handing me a tissue from a nearby tissue box.

  “I should have listened to my instincts,” I said, wiping my eyes. “To think I gave him my time and attention.”

  “Boys can be jerks,” he said as he held me tight.

  “I’m glad you’re different,” I said.

  “I can’t be a jerk to my own sister, but that doesn’t mean I’m not one on occasion. Did he hurt you physically?” he asked. His hands shifted from my shoulders to my upper back, still massaging me. “Because if he did, I swear I’ll break his…”

  “No, he didn’t,” I said, my eyes closed. I loved the manly feel of Nick’s hands on my back, and I could sit here all night long next to him if our parents weren’t due home soon.

  “Did he touch you?” His voice was soft and soothing, and his hands were still tracing my back. His hand had moved down my back, teasingly, to the curve of my waist. It was an unusual place for him to hold me, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wished he’d go lower.

  “Not really,” I said, distracted by his touch.

  “Yes or no?” Nick’s voice rose slightly. He rested his hands comfortably on my lower back.

  “He didn’t touch me the way you’re thinking, Nick. I mean he did touch me, but not like that,” I said, looking up at him. Andrew had been my boyfriend, and of course he had touched me several times.

  “So, you guys never…never had…?” Nick started moving his hand again, and soon, it was hovering seductively on the curve of my hips. I did my best to pretend I didn’t notice what was going on. I tried to act like it was normal, but his touch distracted me.

  “No, we never had sex,” I whispered.

  “Good,” he sighed. “Because I don’t want my sister being violated or used.”

  His hand never left my back. Nick, a boy I had always wished would see me as much more than just his naive little sister, was touching me in places he had no business touching. And it didn’t feel wrong! Most importantly, I didn’t want him to stop.

  “No need to hurt anyone,” I said, giving him my most seductive smile. Andrew was history. All I wanted right then was for Nick to keep his hands on me. I was wearing a flimsy white tank and a flowery short skirt, and his hands were just at my waistline. If only he moved a little more, he could lift my top and touch my bare skin. If he wandered a little further down, he might be pleasantly surprised that I didn’t have panties on...I had intended to let Andrew touch me a little more than usual tonight.

  “So, what happened? Why did you guys break up?”

  “It just wasn’t working out.”

  “He want sex and you didn’t?”

  “You seem to know everything,” I said, a little irritated.

  “I was just thinking like a guy, that’s all,” Nick said with a grin.

  “I can imagine. Well…” My voice trailed off.

  “What?” Nick urged.

  “I didn’t want him to be my first,” I said. Nick already knew I was a virgin –I had shared that information with him as we got closer as stepsiblings. “I had thought about doing it with him, but….”

  “No. You’d have regretted it,” he said, taking his hands off me. “He was all wrong for you.”

  “Well, nothing to regret here,” I said, disappointed that he had stopped touching me. I wanted to scream out to him that he was the right man for me and that he should be my first, but how do you tell your stepbrother that he is the man you want to take your virginity? Gosh, that would make me sound like a slut. Even the thought of my stepbrother fucking me was just too dirty. How could I tell Nick that I was wet just from the mere thought of him fucking me? That was just wrong. I swallowed hard and tried to smile at him, doing my best to control the wild, warm feeling spreading through me. Would he continue touching me, and could it possibly lead to something else? What if he touched my throbbing pussy? Damn, I needed to stop thinking dirty.

  “Trust me, Maddy. You don’t want those sorts of regrets.” He moved a little further away from me but remained seated on the couch.

  I wanted to tell him not to go, but I couldn’t find the words. I glanced at him and could tell he was trying to compose himself after all the weird talk we’d just had about sex. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch like he was trying to adjust himself, and I could only imagine that being close to me might have caused a reaction in his groin area. An involuntary grin spread across my face as I realized that my stepbrother was as turned on by me as I was by him.

  “Oh, I trust you, Nick,” I said without batting an eyelash. I trusted that if and when the time came, he would take care of me the right way. Even though Nick had tried to fit into the typical mold of an older brother, there was nothing typical about his sexy body, thus my crush on him. I had always thought he was way too hot and sexy to be my brother, and at this moment, it was taking all I had to stop my hands from caressing him.

  “So, I’m guessing you have no plans tonight then,” Nick said after a brief silence.

  “I guess not. My date is probably with someone else by now. I should really go to bed. Don’t want to disrupt your evening plans with Amber.”

  “What plans?” Nick asked, his eyebrows raised.

  “Isn’t Amber coming over soon?” I asked. “She usually does.”

  Amber was his most current girlfriend, and even though I didn’t approve of her, it wasn’t my place to tell Nick who to date, especially since his girlfriends only lasted a few weeks. I knew she’d be old news sooner rather than later.

  “She cancelled on me.”

  “Just two of us then?” I asked, smiling at the irony. It seemed like we were destined to spend the evening together.

  “Yes. Just you and me, sis,” he said with the boyish grin I had grown to love, the grin that always made me wet. “We should make your last night home special.”

  The way he said it was so suggestive, but I didn’t want to read more into it. “I don’t know. Maybe we can watch a movie at home instead?”

  “I have a better idea,” he said, and a grin spread on his face. “But it’s naughty.”

  “I’m game.” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice.

  “Let’s go, then,” he said, getting up and pulling me along. My skirt had ridden up while I was sitting, and I swear he could have seen my pussy had he looked down when he pulled me up.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “It’s a surprise,” he said, smiling a devilish grin.

  “It had better be good,” I smiled. I was already dressed to go out, so I grabbed my coat and we headed out of the house.

  We made light and normal conversation as he drove - a perfect ride of sibling chatter. We talked about school, work, friends, and everything else…but not about sex or the people with whom we were not spending the evening. I worried that he regretted having touched me a little less appropriately at home and was trying to make up for it by making normal conversation.

  I stole several glances at him as we drove. Gosh, he was truly handsome! Athletic. Sculpted. I’d seen him bare-chested on several occasions, and each time always left me gasping and hoping for more. I would visually trace the tattoos inked on his upper torso when he wandered around the house shirtless, but that was as far as I could go.

  Tonight, he was dressed in a tight t-shirt that begged for me to reach out and touch him, but I restrained myself, as I didn’t know what was going on in his mind. In my wildest dreams, I hoped he was thinking about me and wondering how hard he might fuck me if gi
ven the chance.

  The dirty thoughts about him thinking dirty thoughts of me made me chuckle, and it aroused me as well. If I was one of those skanky girls Andrew fucked, I would have told him to pull over on the shoulder and fuck me like crazy. Of course, I couldn’t do that with Nick. As much as I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I wasn’t yet sure how far he wanted to take things with me. He was still family, and there were boundaries we weren’t supposed to cross.

  We turned down a dirt road and drove a few more miles before pulling up to a place that looked like a club. People were hanging around outside, smoking, drinking, and talking.

  “We’re clubbing?” I asked, excited.

  “No, not really,” he said as he parked the car.

  “Where are we? I don’t see a name for this place,” I asked. There were no visible signs on the building displaying the name of the establishment.

  “I know. It’s a hideaway,” Nick giggled.

  “A hideaway? I like the sound of that,” I said. I looked at young girls and men going in and out of the building. Was it a brothel? Was there a chance that Nick and I might get a little intimate here? I glanced at Nick again. With his outfit and tattoos, he could easily fit in with this crowd.

  “I used to come here when I was a bad boy,” he told me as he opened his door. “It used to be my den back in the days.”

  “You’re still a bad boy,” I laughed as I climbed out of the car.

  “Hey, watch your tongue, young lady,” he smiled. He walked to my side of the car and held my waist.

  For a second, I froze. What if someone who knew us saw Nick holding me like I was his?

  “Maybe we shouldn’t,” I said, pushing his hands gently away from my waist. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but for once, I had to do the right thing, at least for now.

  He looked around like he was expecting to see someone he knew, and satisfied that we were safe and unnoticed, he put his hands on my waist again. This time, he drew me even closer, and his hand slipped under my skirt and rested on the curve of my ass. I tried to relax, but as much as I was in heaven, it was hard to feel comfortable when Nick was holding me that closely in public.