LUST (A STEPBROTHER ROMANCE)

by Wild, Nikki

  “Nathan.” He didn’t react at all, just kept pacing and muttering to himself. “Nathan!”

  That time I got his attention. He froze and stared at me, looking like the proverbial deer in headlights.

  “Will you relax? It’s not a big deal.” I took a deep breath and stood up, adjusting my clothing.

  “I’m not mad or anything. It just… it just happened, right? No big deal.”

  I tried to convince myself that everything I said was true, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his lips pressed against mine. I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing his hard cock beneath the blankets. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I wanted to do with him, if only he wasn’t my step-brother.

  “Are…. Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes darting around the room. He looked almost like a scared rabbit, one who’d just caught sight of a fox.

  “Yeah, totally.” I went over to my bag and pulled out a hairbrush. I needed something to do, anything that wasn’t just sitting there staring at Nathan. “No big deal. Let’s just forget it happened, okay?”

  “Yeah, okay.” He nodded, but still didn’t seem convinced.

  I watched as he went over and stared out the window again, no doubt hoping for a sign someone might be coming to rescue us soon.

  Part of me hoped someone would be walking up to the cabin right that moment. Yet, another part of me hoped we’d have some more time together. Despite essentially being trapped in this cabin, it really wasn’t that bad. We could use some better food, sure, but there were worse people to be trapped with.

  For a few minutes, I just watched Nathan, briefly wondering what he looked like beneath all those layers. I’d gotten a fairly good look at his lower half, including his muscular thighs, but I hadn’t been able to focus on much besides his stiff cock.

  Was his entire body as muscular as I thought it was? I’d seen him shirtless and in bathing suits over the years we’d lived together, but I’d never paid much attention to him. Now though, I couldn’t recall those memories to save my life. If It hadn’t been so cold out, maybe I’d have gotten to a see a bit more flesh, but the chances of that happening now were pretty slim. He was bound to be guarded and closed off, not risking another encounter like we’d just had.

  If only I’d had the courage to tell him I’d actually liked the kiss.

  6

  Nathan

  There still wasn’t any sign of life on this mountain. I couldn’t even see any tire tracks on the road. It looked like no one had come up this way after us.

  The snow was still falling pretty heavily, but the wind didn’t seem as bad as yesterday. Maybe that was a good sign, I thought. Surely someone with a heavy duty truck was brave enough to traverse these roads. Then they’d find us and rescue us. Then we could get to the resort and forget this ever happened.

  Yeah, like you’ll ever be able to forget that kiss, a perverse part of my brain interjected.

  The worst part was, it was right. When I’d been leaning over her like that, all I wanted to do was kiss her. I’d wanted to taste her, to feel the soft touch of those puffy red lips against mine. And I’d let my stupid cock convince me to just do it.

  Now look where we were.

  I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Sarah. How could I have taken advantage of her like that? She’d told me last night how much she hated guys always trying to have their way with her. She’d avoided having a party just because she hadn’t wanted guys to be all over her.

  And now I was the one all over her. Who knows what I’d have done if I hadn’t snapped out of it at that moment.

  Even worse, a small part of me didn’t regret it at all. The moment my lips touched hers, it was like a dam broke loose inside me, fireworks rocketing through my entire body. I’d never felt like that when I kissed a girl. We weren’t even making out and she’d made me lose my mind.

  What was it about Sarah that had me so on edge? Even now, my cock was rock hard, pressing against my jeans, straining to break free.

  At first, it had just been morning wood. There was rarely a morning I’d wake up without my cock being rock hard. Usually, it was gone less than ten minutes later after I’d had my first piss of the day. And it had disappeared briefly as Sarah and I had run around the cabin.

  But the moment I had her beneath me, her arms held above her head and her entire body mine for the taking, it’d come right back to life. As she’d squirmed beneath me, laughing and yelling from being tickled, it’d just gotten harder.

  And when we’d finally kissed? I thought I might come in my pants without even touching myself.

  There was just something about her that seemed to go right through me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. And no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, no matter how hard I tried to shove it back down, all I could think about was Sarah.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  She was my step-sister, for crying out loud. I’d convinced her to come on this trip. It was my job to look after her, to protect her. Not to come on to her like the horny men she hated so much.

  God, I was surprised she could even look at me now. I could barely look at my own reflection in the glass, let alone look at her. Staring out at the unchanging snow was a better option than turning around and facing her right then.

  But of course, she wasn’t going to have any of that. She came and stood right next to me, staring out the window along with me. Briefly, I wondered what my chancing of making it up to the resort by nightfall were if I left right then.

  “Doesn’t look like anyone’s been by,” Sarah said, breaking the silence. “Think anyone will soon?”

  I shrugged, it didn’t seem likely, but I didn’t want to say that out loud. “I’m sure someone will come by soon. The snow’s not too bad today. Maybe we’ll be up at the lodge by lunch time, enjoying a nice meal by the fire.”

  Sarah snorted. “At this point, a roadside diner would be better than what we’ve got to eat here.”

  “That’s true,” I said with a laugh. “If we are here for lunch, I hope to God we can find something better to eat besides that disgusting chili.”

  “Me too!”

  For a few moments, things seemed back to normal. Then I looked over at Sarah, the light reflecting off her eyes, and was right back where I had been. I wanted to push her up against the window and kiss her again. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight against me, never letting go.

  I couldn’t do that though, so I walked away to the kitchen and started rummaging through the different cans of food. It was stupid, but it was better than staring at Sarah, wicked thoughts running through my head.

  “Well, there’s a few different things, but not a whole lot.” I frowned at the cans. None of the options seemed particularly good, and that wasn’t counting the nasty shit we’d eaten last night. “There’s two other brands of chili. A can of peas. Some creamed corn.” I picked up one can, then winced and shoved it back into the cabinet. “And some Vienna sausages.”

  Sarah shuddered, and I doubted it was from the cold. “God, whoever owns this place has the worst taste in food.”

  “Right?” The guy who used this place must’ve brought up food with him whenever he visited. I doubted anyone could survive for long on the miniscule selection we had right now. “Maybe one of the other types of chili will be better? They can’t all taste that bad, can they?”

  “Do you really wanna test your luck?” she asked, smirking at me.

  “Well, it’s either that or we eat those Vienna sausages. And the last time I ate Vienna sausages, I nearly puked.”

  “When have you ever eaten Vienna sausages?” She put her hands on my hips. Her eyes seemed to drill right through me as she waited for an answer.

  “It was when I was thirteen, okay?” I stuffed the food back into the cabinet, then shut it. “I was sleeping over a friend’s house and we were played truth or dare. They dared me to eat an entire can of the shit. I was young and stupid so I figured it wo
uld be easy. Boy was I wrong!”

  I shuddered at the memory. It’d taken me nearly a week to get that taste out of my mouth. I’d even considered sneaking into my father’s alcohol stash just to get the taste out of my mouth. I’d spent many nights just poking at my food, not able to stomach much at all.

  “So you’re welcomed to them, if you want. I’d rather eat that can of peas!”

  Sarah laughed and shook her head before walking back over to the fire. It’d almost completely died out over the night, so she tossed a few of the logs on to get it going again. I couldn’t blame her. Even with the sun having risen again, it wasn’t much warmer than it had been last night.

  “So, what should we do?” I asked, leaning against the counter in the kitchen. “I don’t fancy just sitting around twiddling my thumbs while we wait for someone to show up.”

  “Well, I’ve got my book to finish.” She picked up the discarded paperback from last night and held it proudly. “I’ve got some more in my bag, if you want to borrow one.”

  I frowned, but shrugged. “Might as well.” Reading may not have been my one true love, but it sure beat just sitting around staring at the snow.

  Sarah produced another book and tossed it to me before making herself comfortable in front of the fire. For a few moments, I considered going to sit next to her, then I decided against it. I needed a bit of space, even if that was at a premium in this tiny place. So I opted to sit on the bed instead.

  For the first few minutes, I was able to focus on the book. That didn’t last long though, and soon I found myself glancing up at Sarah after every few sentences. It didn’t help that the book she’d given me was some cheap romance novel about a Mediterranean prince rescuing some shipwrecked beauty.

  Jesus, I thought, who reads these things?

  And yet, I didn’t toss the book aside like I wanted to. The more I read, the more the scenes began to float in my head. Yet instead of the busty brunette the book stared, all I could picture was Sarah. And instead of the bronzed prince with his long flowing locks, I saw myself.

  All I could see was myself rescuing Sarah from the ship, taking her to my castle and impressing her with flowers and feasts and a gorgeous sunset over the beach. Slowly, she fell in love with me as I wooed her in ways only a romance novel thought seemed realistic.

  Until, finally, we made love on the beach as the sunset behind us.

  Before I knew it, my cock was rock hard in my pants again as I imagined making love to Sarah on a romantic beach. I imagined her moaning out my name as she came, her body wrapped around mine as I filled her with my cock, bringing her to an earth shattering climax like no one else could.

  Finally, I had to shut the book and take deep breaths to calm myself. I was getting way too worked up over a cheesy romance novel. And with only a curtain to separate the bathroom from the rest of the cabin, it wasn’t like I had much privacy to seek out some relief.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket and I quickly yanked it out, hoping I’d gotten a signal, only to be dismayed. It was just the low battery warning. With a sigh, I hopped off the bed, hoping my jeans hid my still throbbing erection, and went over to my back, pulling out my external battery and plugging it in.

  As I stood at the counter, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I needed to get myself under control before I did something stupid. This trip was to give Sarah a good time and help her relax. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable or attacked.

  Which meant I needed to stop looking at her like she was my girl of the night. She wasn’t, and she never would be.

  What I really needed was to get out of this cabin. Being in such tight confinement with her was the problem, I told myself. My body was going into survival mode, focusing on continuing the human race. That was all it was. Just me being stupid from being trapped in this cabin.

  With that thought firmly in place, I turned to Sarah and grinned. “So, you think we should try another thing of chili? It is getting to be around lunch time, and neither of us ate very much last night.”

  Sarah closed her book and sighed. “Yeah, I guess,” she said as she yawned and stretched. “If it’s too bad, we’ll just eat the can of peas for dinner.”

  Well, a can of peas wasn’t the best idea for dinner, but hell, it couldn’t be all that bad. I couldn’t remember ever having bad peas at least.

  The two of us worked in relative silence as we prepared our lunch. I kept my mind focused on the task at hand, doing my best to pay as little attention to Sarah as possible. The less I focused on her, the I’d want to fuck her, I figured.

  It helped, but my cock still didn’t go completely soft. And, twenty minutes later, when we sat in front of the fire with our bowls, I couldn’t ignore her any more.

  “Ready?” she asked as she took a spoonful.

  I nodded and took my own spoonful. After she counted down from three, we both took a bite, both wincing nearly immediately. “Well, I guess it’s not as bad as last night”

  “Yeah, I guess.” When she took another spoonful though, she didn’t look very eager to stuff it in her mouth. Yet, dutifully, she kept eating.

  The food really was brutal. I couldn’t wait to get out of here, just so we could get some real food to eat. Even if it was a taco from a food cart, anything had to be better than this slop. Hell, at this point, I’d have gladly eaten a plat of prison food over this.

  Rescue couldn’t come soon enough.

  7

  Sarah

  After kissing me earlier, Nathan seemed to be doing his best to ignore me. He rarely spoke to me and even then it was only if he had to. Getting him to make eye contact was even harder.

  It was like he’d completely withdrawn into himself, which was completely different than the Nathan I knew. The Nathan I knew rarely stopped talking, always animated and involved in whatever was going on. He rarely sat still, always needing to do something.

  But today was completely different. He spent most of the time either staring at the book, no longer even bothering to turn the pages, or staring out the window at the falling snow. He was almost like a completely different person.

  Even after our second round of horrible chili, he still didn’t speak much. He just sat in his own little world, pretending I wasn’t there.

  But I couldn’t think of anything to say to pull him out of his head. What was there to say? I sure as hell couldn’t tell him I’d enjoyed the kiss, that I wanted him to do it again. God, then he’d never talk to me. If he found out his step-sister wanted to jump his bones, things would never go back to normal.

  No, telling him the truth was definitely out of the question, that was for sure.

  So what could I do? I racked my brain over and over, trying to come up with some kind of solution. Yet, nothing appeared. No matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t come up with any way to bring Nathan back to the land of the living.

  All I could do was hope someone found us soon. Maybe then, with a bit of interaction with other people, he’d return to normal. It wasn’t the best plan I’d ever come up with, but it was the only thing I could think of, short of telling him to kiss me again.

  Yet, as time ticked by, there was no sign of rescue. I hadn’t even heard a single car go by, much less anyone stopping to help us. Would we ever get out of this damned cabin? Or would we be stuck here until we ran out of disgusting chili and starved to death?

  Don’t think like that, Sarah! I chastised myself. Stay positive. Someone has to come by eventually, and then we’ll be out of here!

  All I could do was hope that was true. It was either that or we bundle up and try to make the trek up the mountain to the lodge, and I wasn’t looking forward to that at all. The hike here had been bad enough, and now there was even more snow on the ground.

  No, hiking up to the resort would definitely be a last resort. No way was I going to suffer through that unless I absolutely had to, and even then, I wouldn’t be thrilled about it.

  Soon enough, the sun began to s
et again. I tossed aside my book, having finished it hours ago, but not bothering to retrieve another. There was only so much cheap romance I could read when all I could think about was Nathan. And it wasn’t like I had any privacy to take care of the built up tension inside me.

  I stood up and walked over to the window where Nathan stood, staring out at nothing once again. His sign was just barely visible from here, but at least it was still in place. If he hadn’t hung it from a branch, it’d have probably been buried by now.

  “Looks like we’re stuck here for another night,” I said with a sigh.

  Nathan nodded, his lips pursed tight. Still, he wouldn’t talk to me. I wished I could figure out what was going on inside that thick head of his. Why couldn’t he just tell me what was bothering him? Then maybe I could at least try to help.

  “I’m not eating more of that chili,” I said, an exaggerated frown on my face. “I think I’d rather go out and get some tree bark to eat instead.”

  Nathan snorted, a thin smile appearing on his face.

  Well, it’s a start.

  “So, canned peas or creamed corn tonight?” I nudged him gently. “Those seem like the only two options that won’t have one of us puking.”

  “Canned peas,” Nathan said, nodding to himself. “Definitely the peas. Although, the creamed corn at least can’t be as bad as the chili.”

  “Nothing can be as bad as that chili. Whoever owns this place must not have a stomach at all. God, I can’t imagine someone buying that crap once, let alone a year’s supply of it. What was he thinking?”

  “Maybe it was on sale.”

  “Maybe someone paid him to take it all off their hands.” That seemed like the only viable excuse to own that much disgusting chili. I doubted even a dog would eat that garbage.