by Mia Carson
I looked at her, and couldn’t help but smile. I could already see the famed glow of pregnancy on her face, and it made her more beautiful than she had ever looked. I rubbed her belly in awe, the knowledge that my seed had found its home in her and my baby was growing daily pleased me. There was so much I wanted to share with her, so much I wanted to give her and my baby. When I took her virginity way back then, I never expected that we would ever have the chance to have sex again. But life had been even better to me. I had met her again, had mind blowing sex with her, and she was now pregnant with my baby and ready to be my wife. I pulled her close to me and kissed her again. I looked at the ring, which sparkled with life - this was all too good to be true. My life couldn’t get better.
*** THE END ***
COCKY
(A Stepbrother
Romance)
By
Mia Carson
COPYRIGHT © 2015
All Rights Reserved
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1
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“Liv. We need to talk,” he murmured. Tyler, my boyfriend of two years, had just walked in from his evening classes. His demeanor told me something was wrong, or rather, whatever he wanted to say, I wouldn’t want to hear.
“Are you okay?” I asked, kissing him on the lips. He reluctantly accepted this kiss, but our lips barely touched.
He led me to the only sofa in the college apartment we shared. I waited in silence; he seemed to be struggling with what he wanted to discuss. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but it didn’t look like it was going to be anything positive. Nonetheless, I sat, hopeful that he had finally come to his senses and was going to turn it around. He knew that I wanted him to step it up and be a better boyfriend, but I also geared myself for a disappointment.
“You’re a beautiful person,” he started.
Now, when your boyfriend, who hasn’t attended to your needs during the relationship, begins a discussion by telling you you’re beautiful, he’s either drunk, cheating on you, or about to ask for some time apart. Tyler wasn’t drunk, though he smelled like cheap alcohol he might have purchased while eating lunch at some sleazy diner. Might he be cheating on me? That would explain our nothing-to-write-home-about sex life. He could possibly need some time apart, which wouldn’t be totally unexpected, given how he had neglected our relationship for weeks. I waited for the other shoe to drop.
“Liv, I don’t really know how to say this.”
“Just say it, Tyler.”
“You know we’ve been drifting apart for a while.”
“Please, just say it.” I sank into the sofa sullenly.
“I’m moving out.” His voice was low but firm.
“You’re what?”
“I need to move out.”
I sank deeper into the sofa, certain my butt cheeks would leave an indelible mark on the leather.
“And you’re choosing today of all days to tell me?” I snapped, my voice raised. I felt so stupid. I had spent all day planning a day that would be special, as it marked two years of dating. We had met during freshman orientation exactly two years ago and had started dating soon after. We had moved in together our sophomore year.
I was wearing lingerie I could hardly afford and had made dinner reservations at an upscale restaurant downtown. I knew he had forgotten our special day. “Do you even know what today is?” I challenged him but didn’t let him get a word in. “It’s our fucking two year anniversary.
“Oh, shit. I forgot, Liv. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not surprised,” I said.
“Liv, I really am so sorry. There’s been a lot going on,” he said rushing his words as if I cared for an explanation. “I just need some time and space.”
Months ago, my heart would have pounded in confusion, annoyance, disappointment, and whatever other emotions a scorned woman might have. When I noticed our relationship becoming stale a few months ago, I had ached for our passion to be rekindled and burn even half as much as it had in the first few weeks we’d been together. Yet, at this point in the game, I knew he was long gone, and I was ready to oblige him with whatever he wanted. Maybe it was for the best, as I had never truly loved him the way I always believed I could love someone.
“What else do I need to know?” I asked, very certain there must be more to his story. Tyler wasn’t one to make rash decisions.
“I’m seeing someone else,” he said without hesitation.
There. He said it. He was cheating on me. I had somehow felt it, but now I finally had confirmation. Tyler could sometimes be honest to the point of his own detriment. It was a feature that had endeared him to me so quickly after we’d met at orientation and began our torrid love affair, but now, his honesty would bite him in the ass.
“You’re cheating on me?” I whispered. I was surprised by how calm and unperturbed I was. Normally I would have been absolutely furious, confused, and upset. But I was acting like it didn’t hurt one bit.
“I am so sorry, Liv. It’s just that we’ve grown apart. I’m not….no longer…”
“No longer attracted to me?” I completed his sentence.
“Something like that. Yes,” he admitted.
His words had come at me like a dagger. I knew our relationship was shit, but common decency should have him made choose softer words to convey that emotion. I was surprised and speechless, and he realized how hurtful his words sounded.
“I mean, not like that. It’s not you, it’s me,” he said, trying to redeem himself.
I was silent.
“I mean, you’re pretty and attractive and…”
“But not to you, right, Tyler? And that’s okay. But for you to stand here and tell me how unattractive I am after telling me you’re moving out, as well as that you’ve been cheating on me? That’s downright hurtful. I deserve better.”
“You’re attractive, Liv. It’s just that… I mean …”
“Spare me the details,” I said in a raised voice.
“I’m sorry, Liv. I didn’t mean for it to come out like this.”
“Get away from me, Tyler.”
“Liv. Please, it doesn’t have to end this way.”
“I fucking said get the hell away from me,” I screamed as I walked away to the bedroom.
I lay on the bed, doors locked, but the tears I had expected refused to flow. What was the point? Tyler wasn’t worth it. Crying for him would make me a bigger fool than I already was. A lying, cheating bastard was not worth any woman’s tears…at least not mine. I needed to focus and keep moving forward. I needed to move out of the apartment as soon as possible before I did something I would regret. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number that I had been able to rely on for the past five years. I called my stepbrother, Ryan.
“Ryan. Thank goodness you answered. Can you come get me?” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible. “Tyler and I just broke up.”
Ryan’s dad had married my mom four years ago. Both had been through nasty divorces, so it was refreshing to see them moving forward together. But they weren’t the only ones with chemistry; the first time I’d met Ryan at a dinner with our parents, I knew he would end up being the one to deflower me. I was so attracted to him - it had been only a matter of time.
I still remember the night I met him. Dressed in jeans and a tight, white t-shirt, he had an aura about him that emanated sex and masculinity. His tattoos begged me to trace them with my fingers, and his brown eyes soaked up every inch of my body. It took all I had in me to restrain myself from reaching across the table that first day to touch him. As we got older, the attraction grew stronger until we were both practically ogling each other every opportunity we got. And finally, during the summer before college when our parents were away on a long vacation, the inevitable happened - our years of harmful flirtation turned into a long night of mind-blowing sex. We had been practical in realizing we couldn’t go too far with our relationship, even though we truly cared for each other. The simple fact that we were stepsiblings m
eant that we could only admire each other from afar. There was an unspoken boundary we could never cross again.
After our little indiscretion, we agreed to stay away from each other as much as possible, even choosing not to share an apartment despite the close proximity of our colleges. We had agreed to date other people to curb our attraction for each other. I met Tyler and talked myself into dating him. Ryan had started dating Stacey, a sorority girl I didn’t care for, and, incidentally, they moved in together just a few miles away from me. Talk about torture!
As I waited impatiently for my stepbrother to pick me up, I started parking the few belongings I had. Staying with Ryan and Stacey was going to require a lot of self-restraint and maturity, but I had no other options for accommodations late at night. Our parents lived over a hundred miles away and driving home was not feasible. I could have gone to a hotel, but I didn’t feel like being alone, not that I could afford a hotel room anyways. School was almost over for the semester and getting a new apartment didn’t make a lot of financial sense. I just had to figure out how to endure Stacey while bottling up my emotions for Ryan.
When the doorbell rang, I peeked out of the bedroom door. Tyler was gone. I stepped out of the room, opened the front door, and fell into Ryan’s arms.
“You okay, sis?” he asked, holding me tight.
“Yes,” I said, hugging him back. All the pent up feelings of lust for him began to surface.
“What happened?” he asked after we broke our embrace.
“He’s seeing someone else,” I said.
“Fuck! Where is he?” Ryan asked, looking around the apartment as if to find Tyler.
“It’s okay. One of us had to break it off eventually. We weren’t really a good fit.”
“Liv, I’m so sorry about this,” he said, pulling me close to hug me again.
I hugged him so tight I could hear his heart beating. “I wish I could stay here all day,” I mumbled to him.
“You have to get out of here,” he said, breaking the embrace after a few seconds, but not before I felt a huge bulge in his pants.
I looked at his face and he looked away, obviously embarrassed at his body’s reaction to me. “Yes. Let’s go,” I said. “My stuff is over there.”
We spent the next hour hauling my stuff to Ryan’s car. Once we finished, we set off for his apartment.
“So, how’s Stacey?” I asked as I settled into the car.
“Good,” he replied a little nonchalantly.
I looked at him suspiciously. After five years of being family, I knew Ryan well, but I let it drop.
“I’m glad you guys are still together, even though I am a bit surprised,” I said. I then wished I had kept my mouth shut. I had always promised myself I would never interfere in his relationships. After we had promised to keep our hands off each other, I had vowed to stay away from him and to know nothing about his relationships. That way, it hurt less to imagine him in someone else’s arms.
“What do you mean?” he asked, momentarily taking his eyes off the road and looking at me. Our eyes locked.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interfere,” I murmured, looking away and focusing on the road.
“No, but I want to know why you said that.”
“Well, you know why,” I said, wishing so hard that I had shut my mouth.
“Is it because of us?” he asked, his voice pained.
“Somewhat. I just never thought she was your sort of person,” I blurted. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re probably right,” he said. “She’s not you. No one is, Liv.”
I looked at him and noticed his hands clenching the steering wheel like he was trying to control his emotions or his words. I had said enough for the evening. Discussing our relationship had always been difficult, raw, and uncomfortable.
“Right,” I said for lack of anything else to say.
“We’re almost there,” he announced as we turned onto his street, like I didn’t know where he lived. If only he knew how many times I had driven by his place without stopping. I couldn’t bear seeing Stacey’s stuff where my stuff should have been.
“Great,” I said. I now had to deal with Stacey and her attitude about the situation. Even worse, I was stuck watching them together every day, and if I knew Stacey, she would try to mark her territory by being overly expressive with her emotions. It was going to be a terrible few weeks for me.
“Liv,” he said, turning to me. “Whatever happens, I’m glad you called me to come get you. And you can stay as long as you need to.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose on you guys. I’ll stay maybe a few days until I can get another apartment. It’s easier to live on my campus than yours.”
“I’ll drive you to pick up your car later,” he said. “And you would never be an imposition on me. A distraction, yes, but an imposition, never.”
I nodded, words failing me at the moment. I needed to calm my emotions. I’d need to survive several days of watching the only man I truly wanted playing house with another girl right in front of me. How would I survive hearing them having sex at night? I couldn’t bear it.
“Ryan, maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. I can go back to my apartment and kick Tyler out instead,” I said.
“Nonsense. Let’s go,” he said as he opened his door. “We’ve got to get your things out of the car.”
I got out of the car reluctantly, and together we pulled most of my things out of the trunk of the car. As I waited for him to open the door, my heart thumped wildly in my chest as I imagined Stacey running out and hugging him…kissing him right in front of me. But when he opened the door, there was no Stacey.
“Where’s Stacey?” I asked peeking in before stepping into the apartment.
“She’s not here.”
“Why? She out?”
“No, she doesn’t live here anymore. She needed a break.”
“Huh?”
“We’re taking a break,” he said as he dropped my stuff in the corner of the living room. I stood in the same spot, speechless. “Are you going to stand there all night?” he asked, smiling.
“Oh, no,” I said walking over and dumping what I was carrying next to the pile he had started. “What happened?” I asked.
“It just wasn’t working out,” he said. “I’ll go back to the car and get the rest of your stuff. Make yourself at home, ok?”
Before I could respond, he had gone back out to the car. This was bad, very bad. There was no way I could survive more than a few hours in that apartment without having sex with Ryan. Simply watching him lift my things out of the car had tugged at my emotions, reminding me that I had never stopped wanting him. Though we had been apart for over two years, I felt like we had never taken a break. This was not going to work out.
Suddenly, I wished Stacey really was there as a buffer between us. I knew our attraction to each other was too hard to ignore, especially now that we were older and our parents were so far away.
Ryan returned a few minutes later, carrying more of my meager personal belongings. I had a good chance to look at him. He was still as athletic as he had always been. His fitted shirt outlined his entire torso, which I had always admired the few times he’d walked around shirtless when we had lived at home. I imagined that a few years and more gym time could only have made his body more beautiful. I was treading on dangerous ground, but Ryan didn’t seem to notice my discomfort. When he brought in the last of my things, I asked to take a shower.
“I’ll start dinner,” he said.
“Sure,” I said.
I found the bathroom, and soon I was soaking in the tub, thinking of my crazy day. From my cheating boyfriend to being alone in a house with the only man I couldn’t resist, it had been quite a day. Ryan was my first love, and the first man I had slept with. I knew there was something sentimental about the feelings one had for their first sex partner, but this was beyond sentiment; I was seriously attracted to Ryan. Had we not been stepsiblings, he would have been
the only man I’d ever want to be with.
As I lay there, I remembered the first time we had sex. It was a few days after my eighteenth birthday, and we had been playing poker alone at home. Suddenly, our game turned into strip poker, and before I knew what was going on, Ryan was down to his underwear. It went downhill from there, as I was soon wearing only my panties. As we lost the last pieces of our clothing, we ended up in each other’s arms. It didn’t take a lot of thinking on our part to do what came naturally. As Ryan’s cock warmed my pussy that night, I knew I’d never truly belong to another man.
But we’d had a reality check the next morning and decided it was best to keep our little tryst a secret. We agreed to move on as if nothing had happened. Initially, it seemed like a good plan until I realized it was easier said than done, but I had to respect our agreement. So for the past two years, I’d lived in misery, hanging out with other men, trying unsuccessfully to fill the void left by Ryan. But here he was…only a few steps away from me.
