TEASE_A Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  Against my better judgment, I went into a baby store when I got to the mall. I immediately felt claustrophobic around the dozen women in different stages of pregnancy drooling over baby clothes. They all looked huge to me…the site of the monstrous women brought up something I had forgotten would happen to me, should I follow through with the pregnancy. They were certainly all older than me, which made me feel out of place.

  I hung around for a little bit, imagining how many things I’d need for the baby – it was ridiculous! From strollers to diapers to bottles to clothes to bibs – the list went on and on. How the heck was I supposed to afford all that on my student allowance? I suddenly realized there was no way in the world I could have Ryan’s baby without our parents’ full emotional and financial support. I could get a job, or rather, I’d have to get a job, as would Ryan. Yet, even at that, we would still need more than just our salaries to take care of a baby.

  Suddenly, things looked bleak. I left the shop and forced myself to visit my regular retail haunts, but my world was crashing down around me. I realized that anything I bought would be a waste and what I really needed was maternity clothes. l lost it. I practically ran out of the mall with every intention of going home and burying my head for the next few days. If I put up an act that I was not feeling well, maybe the entire house would let me be without being too inquisitive.

  As I was about to get into my car, my phone rang. It was him. I looked through the caller ID and realized I had missed several of his calls unintentionally, since my phone had been on silent at the doctor’s office. I didn’t really feel like talking to him or anyone at the moment, so I ignored the call. Another call came through and I let it go to voicemail. Soon, my phone beeped with a text message.

  Hi Liv.

  I could at least respond to his text to let him know I was fine.

  Hey Ryan.

  You okay?

  Yeah. Why?

  Been trying to reach you all day.

  At the mall.

  Which one?

  Eastfield.

  Done?

  Yeah. Why?

  I’m just down the street. Wanna stop by?

  Maybe. Where?

  Sitting in the driveway of the house from yesterday.

  For a few minutes, I didn’t respond. I remembered what had happened the last time we’d showed a house together. I remembered the way he had held me while thrusting into me, his cock buried in my pussy like I belonged entirely to him.

  Are you there? he texted.

  I looked at the flashing words and tried to decide what to do. There was no way I could see him alone without having sex. Even if he didn’t want to, which I doubted, I wanted to…so badly. And going to the house would give me a chance to talk to him in private, something that had been difficult to do since I’d been off from work. We hadn’t been riding together in the mornings.

  Maybe it was time I told him what was going on. Whether I liked it or not, regardless of how long I wanted to keep things a secret, I had to tell him. The baby was his and the doctor was right…someone, especially the father of the baby, should know. Maybe Ryan and I would find a way to talk to our parents, if needed.

  You okay? he texted again.

  Yeah, I’m good. Just getting my shit together.

  Thought you were gone.

  No.

  So you coming to hang with me?

  I guess.

  Really?

  Yes. What’s the address?

  He texted me the address of the house, and luckily, it was just down the street. Within five minutes, I pulled into the driveway.

  Ryan was dressed in dark pants and a light blue, button-down shirt, leaning casually against the door, waiting for me. I could see him watching me. He’d once told me he loved watching me walk, that I had the elegance of a runway model. Of course, I had never believed him, but that didn’t stop me from making a show of walking and swinging my hips whenever I knew he was paying attention to me. That day was no exception. As nervous as I was about seeing him, I was ready to have sex with him. I made a conscious effort to put on a little show for him. As I got closer, his smile made it worth my while. He was very relaxed and that was a good start.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he called out as I got closer and a wider smile curved his lips.

  “Hey, Ryan,” I grinned, my reservations and nervousness melting away. His smile had a way of relaxing me.

  “So, what do you think of the neighborhood?”

  “It’s quiet,” I said.

  “The house?”

  It was nothing fancy, even though it looked homely from the outside. Cookie-cutter brick walls, front lawn, and backyard, new housing development. It seemed to be a quiet neighborhood.

  Ryan opened the door and stepped aside to let me in first. The house was bigger than it looked from the outside - hardwood floors, a foyer, couple of living rooms, a fireplace, large kitchen, a dining room, and some other rooms upstairs. No beeping alarms. He did his usual walk-through of the house to make sure we were alone. He called out loud, and when he was sure were alone, he walked back to me.

  “I wouldn’t mind living here,” I said.

  “Maybe one day it’ll be our starter home,” he said, grinning and drawing me close to him.

  “Quit playing,” I said as I disengaged myself from the hug. I didn’t reply to his comment about “our starter home.” There was no need to. First off, I wasn’t sure where that comment had come from, and second of all, once he knew I was pregnant, all talks of a starter home or even a long-term relationship would be gone.

  “So, when are your clients coming over?” I asked, changing the topic.

  “About two hours.”

  “Nice house. Not bad,” I commented, looking at the house. When I turned back to face him, I hadn’t realized that he was standing right behind me. I ended up in his arms.

  “Not bad,” he replied. Before I could ask what wasn’t bad - the house or me - his lips had claimed mine. At first, I was slow to kiss him back, but as he gently persisted with his kiss, my body awakened to the desires he usually caused in me.

  “Oh, Ryan, why do you always do this to me?” I murmured as I held on tight to him, caressing him. One part of me wanted to hold on tight to him forever, but the other part of me wanted to sit him down and tell him what was going on.

  “It’s all your fault. I can’t resist you,” he murmured as he bit my lips gently and started walking us towards the wall.

  “The door,” I said, pointing to the door, which was still open. “You’re trying to get us fired.”

  “Damn,” he swore as he extended his leg to kick the door shut. The entire house shook. “You won’t be fired. You’re not on the clock.”

  “That’s true,” I giggled. “You will be, and I’d like to see you explain to Mom and Dad why you got fired.”

  “I don’t care if I get fired because of you,” he said as he continued pushing me gently against the wall.

  “Brownie points, again,” I smiled. “You’re getting better at this.”

  He pinned me against the wall and his hands started caressing different parts of my body furiously. “I’ve missed you, Liv,” he grunted as he fumbled with my clothes.

  “I’ve missed you too, Ryan,” I said, reaching out to unbutton his shirt. Soon our pile of clothes formed a pool in one corner of the room, and we were both naked.

  “You’re perfect,” he said as his mouth descended on my nipples.

  I relaxed against the wall and let him pleasure me the way only Ryan knew how. He cupped my breasts and alternated between them, each time cupping my mound, caressing, and squeezing it as he nibbled on the nipples. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I tried to pull him up so I could go down on him - I needed to touch his sweet cock.

  “Not yet,” he told me, taking both my hands and pinning them against the wall. He held them with one hand.

  “Ryan, I need you,” I hissed.

  “I need you too, baby, but it’s been so long. I
need to make you remember what you’ve missed,” he said.

  I knew Ryan too well. There was not much I could do to change his mind once it was made up. I decided to relax. It wasn’t like I was getting a bad deal. He kissed my nipples a few more times and started trailing kisses down my belly to my belly button and stopping on my pubic area. I shivered in response.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, my words lost in my ecstasy. “Good, because I’m only just beginning.”

  “Oh, gosh,” I moaned and prepared for the best. He spread my legs apart, and without warning, his lips descended on my pussy.

  “Fuck,” I said as his warm tongue touched my clit.

  “Like it?” he asked.

  “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned loudly.

  “The neighbors can hear you,” he said.

  “Fuck,” I yelled even louder.

  “That makes it better,” he said, laughing. “I was only kidding.”

  “Shut up, Ryan, and eat me,” I ordered. I blushed as I realized how dirty my words sounded. But it did the trick; he spread my legs even wider and inserted his tongue into my pussy again, licking around my clit and pushing past to my slit.

  “Gosh,” I moaned as he began to fuck me with his tongue.

  He continued the motion, thrusting his tongue repeatedly in and out of me, his hands caressing my inner legs, fueling the crazy sensations building up in me. Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore, he stopped and stood up. I looked down and saw his massive cock, ready and hard for me. I reached out to stroke him, but he pulled my hand away.

  “It’s all on me today,” he grinned. “Just relax.”

  “I can work with that,” I giggled and took my hand away from his cock, but my eyes were fixated on it. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed him.

  “Turn around,” he commanded.

  “What?”

  “Turn around and put your hands against the wall.” I obeyed, my back to him and my hands held high. “Spread your legs,” he whispered into my ear. I spread them. “Wider,” he commanded again.

  I spread them even wider. His hands caressed my back and cupped my ass, squeezing it so hard I thought it would burst.

  “Harder,” I cried once I got used to the force he was exerting on my ass.

  Instead of squeezing harder, he patted my ass instead. Gently at first. Upon getting no reacting from me, he hit me a little harder each subsequent time. I had watched people having rough sex and had always imagined it was not my style, but the “thump” of Ryan’s palm on my butt, and the sweet-bitter pain it was exerting, turned me on even more. He did this a couple more times, and each time, my moans got louder.

  When he was satisfied, he spread my legs just a tad bit more and made me lean back so my ass jutted back towards him.

  “Are you ready?” he moaned in my ear.

  “Ready for what?” I asked. Before I could prepare myself for whatever he was offering, he penetrated my pussy to the core. “Fuck.”

  “Ready for me,” he answered and started thrusting deeply into me. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So fucking tight.”

  I braced myself against the wall and tried to match his rhythm. Soon we were rocking in unison, my hands on the wall, my ass toward him, his cock buried deep inside me, thrusting and penetrating me to the hilt. We moaned and grunted as he pushed harder and deeper, his strokes getting rougher by the second.

  “Oh, gosh,” I moaned as ripples of orgasm began to fill me.

  He wasn’t too far behind me; his moans had gotten stronger and his thrusts were now fiercer.

  “Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me faster,” I screamed as he continued fucking me, harder, stronger, until I felt a huge wave of orgasm tear through me.

  “Liv,” he moaned as his hips kept moving.

  “I’m coming,” I hissed as I pushed my hands against the wall, my body shaking.

  “Fuck!” he cried. “Shit, Liv, we need a condom…Fuck!” He was coming, too, and he couldn’t stop himself.

  “Too late,” I yelled as I was fully overtaken by orgasm. I could feel Ryan’s sperm spilling inside of me.

  We remained silent for several seconds after our orgasms, but soon, Ryan pulled out of me and turned me around. We sat on the floor, holding each other, spent.

  “That was great,” Ryan said, smiling at me. “I could do this forever with you.”

  “I could, too.” And that moment seemed to be the best time to break the news to him. “Ryan?”

  “Huh?”

  “I have some news.” I sat up. “You know how I said it was too late for condoms?”

  “Yes?”

  “I didn’t mean today. I meant in general.”

  “You’re pregnant?” He sat up as well.

  “Yes. I’m sorry.” Without warning, tears started running down my cheeks.

  “Fuck, Liv. Why didn’t you say something earlier?” Ryan’s voice was surprisingly calm. He didn’t sound as mad as I thought he’d be. Instead, he threw his arms around my shoulders and tried to comfort me. “Why didn’t you say something before today?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t want to mess you up and I didn’t want you to get mad,” I replied, wiping the tears off my face. Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as I had thought. I had expected Ryan to be livid, but he was acting like he had expected something like this to happen.

  “Liv, mess me up? Get mad? I got you pregnant. I should have known better. I’m more concerned about you. How long have you known?”

  “Just a few days. You know…all the nausea I thought was a stomach bug?”

  “You were pregnant all along? I should have known it. How far along are you?

  “Just a few weeks,” I replied.

  “And you’ve kept it a secret from me? Why?”

  “I just confirmed it this morning, Ryan. I wanted to be sure before I told you.”

  “Were you honestly going to tell me today if I hadn’t asked you to meet me out here?”

  “Probably not,” I answered truthfully. No point lying now. It was important he knew how I felt.

  “Why, Liv? Why wouldn’t you trust me?”

  “Ryan, I don’t know. It’s not about trust. I trust you, but this is all too complicated.”

  “I don’t see anything complicated about it. We made love, we got pregnant, now we have to make things work for us.”

  “It’s not that easy,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

  “Of course it’s not. Do you know what you want to do with the baby?” he asked. “Please tell me you want to keep the baby.”

  “I’m not sure yet. I have to think about the impact on you, Mom, Dad...it’s just too complicated,” I said and started sobbing again.

  “Liv, it’s your decision, but don’t worry about me. I want the baby, our baby, but only if you want the baby as well. Just remember that we’re not random strangers who met, fucked, and got pregnant. This is a child made out of love, and I hope you keep that in mind as you make the best decision.” He reached out to rub my belly.

  I looked at Ryan as though he had lost his mind. There were so many things going on at one time. He had just confessed that he loved me, whereas most young men who were presented with a pregnant partner almost always took to the highway. And he wanted to keep the baby? He continued to rub my belly lovingly.

  I gently took his hands away from my belly. “Ryan, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you don’t have to. We don’t even have to say the baby is yours if you don’t want Mom and Dad to know. I can say it’s whoever’s. Heck, I can even say I don’t know who the father is…”

  “Liv, I’m not trying to do anything I don’t want to do. This is my child and I honestly want it. I’m not lying or making up stories. It’s the honest to goodness truth.” His voice was raised and he was getting frustrated.

  “You’re not just trying to make me feel better?”

  “Do you love me, Liv?” he asked, a lot calmer.

  The question caught me off guard. I knew
I loved him, but I had never expressed it to him the way he’d just told me. And now he was asking me directly; part of me wanted to deny it so that he didn’t feel obligated to stay with me or keep the baby. The other part of me wanted to reach out and hold him tight and tell him how I’ve loved him since the first day I met him. Tell him how I knew he’d end up in my bed. Tell him how often I had dreamed of his cock buried in me. Tell him how he meant the world to me.