TEASE_A Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  At last, our food arrived and we had to let go. I excused myself to the bathroom to wash up.

  “Want me to come with you?” Nick asked mischievously.

  “No. I can manage all by myself,” I smiled at him as I walked to the restroom.

  It took all I had to resist touching myself as I washed up and returned to my seat. Nick looked at me with his head cocked to one side and the playful smile still plastered on his face.

  “No, I didn’t,” I said to him. I knew he was wondering if I had touched myself while I was in the bathroom. It was amazing how I could almost read his mind and understand words unspoken between us.

  “Great, because I want to take care of you myself after lunch,” he said, getting up to go to the bathroom.

  His bulge had subsided enough for him to walk without drawing attention to the front of his pants. At the last minute, I followed him, intending on surprising him. It was another fantasy of mine to fuck him in a public place and the timing seemed right. I had no idea how I was going to pull it off, but I wasn’t thinking as I followed him. Every step I took towards the bathroom made me giddy as I imagined riding his hard cock. I imagined him pinning me against the bathroom wall and kissing me until I came.

  To think that I had just had sex with him a few hours ago and still wanted more was a little crazy, maybe even frightening. My nipples hardened as I thought of Nick, and I got wetter as I approached the bathrooms. I wondered how I would sneak into the men’s bathroom when I saw him enter the oversized-family bathroom. There was no one around, so I quickly grabbed the door just as he was about to close it. A wide grin spread across his face.

  “Hi, there,” he said as he pulled me into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. He pinned me against the wall like he had read my mind. “This is going to be a dream come true.”

  “There’s a first for everything,” I said as I sought his mouth.

  He kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands found their way under my skirt as I unbuckled his belt and let his pants pool at his feet. I pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang out at me, hard, erect, and warm to the touch. He rubbed my pussy for a few seconds, then plunged two fingers into my wetness, caressing me.

  “So wet,” he said as his fingers glided in and out of me, stretching me wide as he gradually increased the number of fingers. I let him stroke me a few more times and then released myself from his hold and bent down to close my mouth around his cock. A few strokes up and down of my lips and subsequent engulfing of his balls with my mouth was enough to send him arching his body and writhing in pleasure. He gently pulled me up to a standing position and lifted me off the floor, partially supporting me by holding onto my hips and placing my back against the wall. My legs wrapped around him as slowly and surely he slid his entire cock into my wet pussy in one push, thrusting in and out. The tempo was very quick since we had to get back to our dinner table before the waitress suspected our absence. A few deep and intense strokes later, and we both exploded.

  *****

  The next Saturday turned out to be a beautiful, crisp winter day. I needed space to think about what was happening between Nick and me, so I started my morning with a five mile run around a local park and ended up at the local coffee shop. I ordered my usual decaf caramel latte with whip cream and milk. I sat at a corner table and glanced through a novel I had been reading for several days – ironically, a naughty, romantic erotica between a man and a woman he couldn’t date.

  After leafing through a couple of pages of the book and realizing I had barely read a word, I gave up and closed the book. My mind was on Nick. I was beginning to fall for him, and certainly in an “unsisterly” way. I thought about him when I woke up, and he was the last thing on my mind when I went to sleep. I was already dreading going back to school in a few weeks, and I was worried about how our parents would take it when they found out what was going on between us.

  I was still engrossed in my thoughts when I heard a familiar male voice place an order, and without even looking up, I knew who it was. My heart fluttered like a teenager in love; I picked up my book, pretending to read. Had he come looking for me? I heard him order his coffee – strong, black with two packets of sugar. I expected him to come sit next to me.

  Moments later, a petite woman’s voice ordered an Americano with extra cream and extra sugar. I looked up to see who she was, and to my dismay, it was Amber, the girl who was supposed to be his ex, hanging on his arm. For a second, the bitch in me wanted to run over to them and yank her hands off him. I then remembered we weren’t supposed to be dating and calmed down. What the heck was she doing with him? I watched them, painfully, from the corner of my eye, sinking deeper and deeper into my seat as they engaged in a conversation.

  Why would Nick bring her here this early? He had supposedly slept over at his friend’s house the night before. Was she the friend he had visited?

  I suddenly felt so used. For a second, I had fooled myself into thinking we were a couple and that we had something special. But now, I realized just how ridiculous I had been. I had been vulnerable and he had taken advantage of me. Not that I didn’t enjoy having sex with him…it was heavenly. If I had only wanted sex from him, it would have been fine. But I was just beginning to realize I wanted more from him than just a physical relationship, and seeing him with Amber tore at my heart. I tortured myself watching them - Amber holding him tight and cooing in his ear, him smiling down at her and talking to her in a low tone - there was no future for us. I had been disillusioned big time.

  I was back to being his naïve stepsister, and him, my jerk older stepbrother.

  How could I have expected him to change just because we had mind-blowing sex? I felt so stupid. I needed to get out of there discretely – I couldn’t bear to see him with that airhead. But I was trapped; they had sat right next to me without noticing my presence. I could see her gorgeous locks of blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. She was the opposite of me, sophisticated and chic. Since I couldn’t really leave without being noticed, I decided to stay put until it was safe to walk out.

  “Amber, how’s that going to work?” Nick said to her.

  “Same way we’ve done it in the past. It’s not that big of a deal. Besides, we got along so well, I thought you’d jump on the opportunity. I don’t offer this to every guy I’ve dated.”

  I watched Amber reach out to touch his face. I expected him to push her hand away, but instead, he took her hand gently in his.

  “Amber, it’s a great offer and it would make me happy….”

  What offer? What did he enjoy so much? My mind went to the one and only thing I knew Nick loved so much: sex. He was trying to have sex with Amber? He had told me he was done with her, but apparently, that was just not true. I tried to tune out what they were saying by focusing on my book; however, when I’d reread the same passage for the millionth time, I realized it was impossible not to listen in on their conversation. My heart was pounding, and I was shaking like crazy. He was propositioning her for sex? I didn’t need to hear any more. I needed to get the heck out of there before I strangled Nick with my bare hands. I got up and brushed past Nick, making sure he and Amber saw me. All I wanted to do was run as far away as possible as I could from him; the idea that I had thought he cared for me, about us and that I had slept with him, repulsed me.

  “Maddy?” Amber saw me first.

  “Hi, Amber. Got to run,” I replied without stopping. I didn’t want her to see the tears threatening to fall.

  “Maddy!” Nick had risen to chase after me. “Wait up!”

  “For what? You better step back,” I hissed as I swung open the door of the coffee shop.

  “Maddy, wait. You’re getting it all wrong.”

  “I heard enough, Nick. Go fuck your girlfriend and leave me the hell alone,” I seethed as I put my earphones in. I cranked the music that had kept me company on my run to the coffee shop. The tears I struggled so hard to fight back while I was in the caf�
� now cascaded down my hot face.

  “Maddy!”

  But I was long gone, breaking my own record speed as I ran the five miles back home in less than thirty minutes. Thankfully, Mom and Dad were gone by the time I got home. I headed upstairs, grateful the house was empty.

  Sitting on the cold marble floor of the bathroom, I locked the door and willed myself to stop crying. I knew this might happen. We weren’t really dating or exclusive, but I thought we had meant something to each other. I guess I was the one that had it all wrong. Having sex with me was not a sign of commitment or of a relationship.

  As much as I wanted to wallow in self-pity, I couldn’t bring myself to shed any more tears. What for? It would be useless. Tears weren’t going to change the situation.

  I wasn’t sure how long I had been on the bathroom floor, but I woke up to Nick knocking on the door.

  “Maddy, please open up. Let’s talk. I’m so sorry.”

  “Please get away from me, Nick. Have Amber comfort you.”

  I knew I was overreacting, but jealousy had taken a hold of me and wasn’t letting go. At that moment, I didn’t feel like hearing what he had to say. I didn’t want to hear his excuses or play his game.

  I got off the cold floor and turned on the tap, hoping the rush of water into the bath would drown out his voice. Unclasping my bra, I freed my breasts. I had thought about this man all night and all day for months and had hoped we could make something work together. Apparently, that was wishful thinking. It was all about sex for him.

  I poured jasmine salt into the tub, turned on some chill music, and lit some candles. I stepped into the water, letting the surrounding scents engulf my senses and drown out his voice. Stretching out in the tub, I closed my eyes to try and block out Nick and his foolishness. My muscles began to relax, and I could feel the tension ebbing away. Nick didn’t have to want me and that was fine. The vibration of the jets caused the soapy water to bubble around my stomach and send soft ripples of current throughout my body. Lying there in the warm water, I remembered the first time I knew I liked Nick.

  We had both attended the same school grade school. I had been in fourth grade and he had been in seventh grade the first time we met. I was being bullied by a boy in the cafeteria, and he had stepped up to defend me. That was the first day I really noticed him, but we didn’t talk much over the years until our parents decided to marry. We were in high school at that point. Suddenly, the boy who I had admired from afar was now living in the same house with me. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if it wasn’t for the fact that he was very charming, even as an older brother. I kept my feelings for him at bay for years until he awakened me sexually at the end of last summer.

  I should have known he probably didn’t feel anything more for me than he felt for the last ten girls he’d dated. I should never have let him that close to me, and now that we had crossed the line between siblings, it was hard to know which way to turn. It was too late; I couldn’t undo what had been done. All I could do was move forward. I turned the music up a little louder and closed my eyes, willing my mind to go blank. I was fine before Nick, and I’d be fine after Nick.

  ***

  I must have fallen asleep in the tub because when I woke up, the sun was down, the water was cold, and Nick was gone. When I got to my room, he was sprawled on my bed. He must have fallen asleep while waiting for me. One part of me wanted to reach out and listen to him, but I was still in the combative mood. I knew I had to leave the house before I did or said something I would regret. I didn’t care where I went as long as I was far away from him.

  I walked past him to my closet, where I found my most daring outfit - a black, body-hugging dress that did wonders for my curves. I paired it with my favorite red-and-white polka dot stilettos that elongated my legs. I had worn this dress under my high school graduation gown, and now it seemed appropriate to wear as I mentally prepared myself for a break from Nick. Glancing at the mirror, the dress looked sexy but not overtly suggestive. I was going to have a great evening. I put on a light makeup and left the house.

  NYC was buzzing with night life, even as early as seven o’clock when I headed to Cafe Nuit, a new restaurant at the corner of 9th Street and 8th Avenue, less than two miles away. I needed the walk to clear my head.

  “Maddy?” It was a voice I didn’t recognize.

  I turned around to see a handsome man I didn’t recognize smiling at me. “Excuse me?”

  “Maddy? It’s me, Kevin.”

  “Kevin…Smith?” Kevin had been my middle school best friend. His family had moved to DC a few years ago. “It’s really you!”

  “How’re you?” he asked as he grabbed me in a bear hug.

  As our bodies touched, I felt a twitch in my stomach. Kevin had grown up so big and handsome. Really handsome. When we were younger, we had been really close friends, always making fun of each other.

  “Maddy. You look so different.”

  “I’m no longer a middle schooler…I guess I grew up!” I chuckled.

  “No, not like that. I mean you’re now a woman.”

  “Oh, you mean I grew some boobs?” I said, blushing and pointing to my chest. “Yes, it has grown quite a bit since you last saw me.”

  It was his turn to blush. He burst out laughing, “I guess I’ll have to take my words back.”

  “Better do so,” I said laughing. When we were younger, he had joked that I’d never grow breasts since I was super skinny. “They did grow, somewhat.”

  “I’ve noticed. You look hot and amazing.” I could feel his eyes roaming all over me, soaking up the woman I had become.

  “Thank you, Kevin. You didn’t turn out too badly either.”

  In fact, he looked really great, like the type of stud I’d go out with, if my heart didn’t already belong to Nick. Kevin used to be a lanky, insecure nerd back in middle school. He had never been popular; I had been the only girl that talked to him, as we were neighbors. He had been my first crush until Nick rescued me a few months later from the bully. My attention had turned fully to Nick. The last time I saw Kevin was the night before they’d moved out of town. He had visited to say goodbye and had begged me to kiss him. I told him I’d kiss him the next time I saw him. And here he was and in my arms, all grown and I still had a thing for him.

  “Visiting?” I asked, hoping he was in town for good. I needed a distraction from Nick.

  “My parent’s actually just moved back, so I’ll be back for good.”

  “Nice. Really nice,” I said, smiling. Things were about to get complicated for me.

  “So, where are you heading?” he asked, again looking me up and down. “You do look really nice.”

  “Oh, Cafe Nuit. It’s a new up and coming restaurant down the street.”

  “Alone?” he asked, looking around like my date was just around the corner.

  “Alone,” I nodded.

  “No boyfriend?” he asked. I shook my head. “May I join you?”

  “Sure, why not? Where were you going?” I asked as he fell into step with me.

  “Nowhere. Just taking a walk around the neighborhood, hoping to bump into some old friends.”

  “And here I am,” I said.

  “Yes,” he replied, smiling and hugging me again. “So good to see you. I was really hoping to reconnect with you.”

  “It’s great to see you again,” I said without disengaging from his hug. I needed a hug from someone, anyone. It was the only way I’d be able to keep thoughts of Nick at bay. Kevin was already proving to be a great distraction.

  “Tell me what you’ve done since middle school,” he said as he threw a casual arm over my shoulder the way he used to when we were kids.

  “We’re going to need all day for that,” I laughed.

  Café Nuit turned out to be a posh French fusion restaurant. Kevin and I had fun catching up and sampling appetizers and playing pool. I had forgotten how much fun Kevin was to spend time with.

  “So, how come you’re not dating an
yone?” he asked as I took a turn at the pool table.

  The question took me off guard, but I tried to answer as truthfully as I could. “I’m working on finding the right person. What about you?”

  “I just broke it off with a long-term girlfriend. Taking a break from dating.”

  I nodded. The waiter appeared to take our orders.

  “I wonder what’s good here,” he said as he looked through the menu.

  “I’m going for a salmon salad. They can’t really get that wrong.”

  “You still like salmon,” he said.

  “You remembered.” Salmon had always been one of my favorite foods.

  A few minutes later, the waitress set our food down. As soon as the food was placed in front of me, I had a sudden overwhelming urge to throw up.

  “Excuse, me,” I said to Kevin. I grabbed my purse and ran to the bathroom.

  I quickly rinsed my mouth, careful not to gargle the water lest it make things worse. I leaned against the bathroom wall, waiting for the urge to throw up to pass. The smell of fish had upset my stomach. I had always had a sensitive stomach and the smell of certain foods sometimes aggravated me.

  “Are you okay?” a girl who had just come out of one of the bathroom stalls asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “Thanks.” I found a mint in my purse and popped it into my mouth. I hoped that would do the trick. It worked, and after a few minutes, I felt better and went back out to Kevin.

  “You okay?” he asked as soon as I sat down on the table. “I was worried.”

  “Sorry about that. But I’m fine.”

  “Good, because your food is getting cold,” he said as he waited for me to settle into my seat.

  I grabbed my fork and dug into my salad. But when the first forkful hit my stomach, I had to run right back to the bathroom.