LUST (A STEPBROTHER ROMANCE)

by Wild, Nikki

  For a few minutes, the two of us stood there laughing as we came up with different reasons for owning that much disgusting food. For a few moments, it was like Nathan had come back to reality.

  But once the conversation died down, he retreated right back into his head again. It was like nothing would truly bring him back. Maybe one of his friends could, but it seemed like he was purposely trying to tune me out and pretend I wasn’t in the cabin with him.

  Finally, I’d had enough. I grabbed his arm and dragged him back over to the fire. “Come on. Let’s play cards.”

  “With only two people?”

  “Well, it’s better than staring out the window for the rest of the day.” I dug around in my backpack until I found the deck of cards I’d tossed in here. I wasn’t quite sure why I’d packed them, but now I was glad I had.

  “What are we going to play? Strip poker?” Nathan winced, like the joke burned as is slipped from his lips.

  Defiantly, I glared at him. “Okay, let’s play strip poker.”

  Okay, so it probably wasn’t my best idea, but I had to try something to get him out of his shell. And, after all, he’d been the one to suggest it, even if it had been in jest.

  “We can’t play strip poker!”

  “Why not?” I started shuffling the deck, not taking my eyes off him. “Afraid of losing, are you? Think you can’t beat your poor little step-sister at a game of poker?”

  Now I was just goading him. Nathan lived for a challenge, never passing up the opportunity to show someone up. There was no way he’d be able to back down now.

  “Fine.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned. “But you better not complain when I kick your ass!”

  I snorted. Fat chance of that happening. I’d seen Nathan play poker before. He wasn’t bad, not really, but he was far from a champion or anything. Chances were, he’d be the first one stripping, not me. And now, maybe, I’d get a chance to really see those muscles he was hiding beneath his clothes.

  I dealt the first round, fighting back the urge to cheat. It would’ve been easy to rig the deck, but if I was going to beat Nathan, I wanted to do it fair and square. Then he couldn’t complain when I kicked his ass.

  When we both laid down our cards, we both ended up with a pair. Him with a pair of sevens and me with a pair of nines. “Ha!” I said triumphantly. “What was that about kicking my ass?”

  I stuck my tongue out as he grumbled, sliding his sweatshirt off and tossing it aside. For the first time, I noticed how tight his t-shirt was, clinging to his muscular chest and arms. How had I not noticed that before? How had I not noticed how hot Nathan was?

  “Well? Are you going to deal the next hand?” He rolled his eyes. “Or are you chickening out already?”

  I glared at him and dealt the cards, trying not to stare any more. God, if things were this bad with him just wearing a t-shirt, what was I going to do when he was shirtless? I’d be drooling like a puppy waiting for his supper.

  The next hand went to Nathan, much to my annoyance. Though, it was probably a good thing, I thought as I pulled my own sweater off. At least it gave me a little bit more time to get myself under control before being greeted with the torso I’d been dying to see all day.

  I didn’t have to wait long, since the next hand was mine, and Nathan had to remove his shirt. My eyes were glued to him as he slipped it off without anything more than a frown in complaint. God damn he was built.

  For someone who never went to the gym, the guy looked like a freaking model. How the hell did he maintain that? I wondered. I’d never seen him eat particularly healthy. And, as far as I knew, the only exercise he got was skateboarding and snowboarding with his friends. No way those activities kept him in that good of shape.

  Was he chiseled from marble by the gods themselves?

  My frown matched his own as I dealt the next hand. Part of me prayed I’d win while the other part of me prayed I wouldn’t. I wanted to see Nathan wearing nothing but those boxers, but at the same time, I didn’t. If I saw him in just his underwear, I’d never be able to get the sight out of my head.

  Worse, if he didn’t back down after being stripped to his underwear, I wouldn’t be able to keep from gawking at his nude body. Then he’d really see how much of a pervert his sister was. But, it was too late to back out now.

  I’d been the one to challenge him. If I chickened out that easily, I’d never live it down. And, for some reason, being known as a coward and a chicken seemed like the worse of the two options. So I laid my cards down and grinned at him. Pair of queens.

  Beat that!

  Fortunately, or unfortunately, he couldn’t. He didn’t even have a single pair that hand. Meaning it was once again his turn to strip.

  This time, he didn’t just frown at me, he glared at me. “Why are we playing this stupid game?” he asked, still not moving from his seat.

  I shrugged and grinned at him “It was your idea. Don’t tell me you’re backing out already. What would your friends say if they knew how much of a chicken you were?”

  Nathan stood up, scowling as he did so. “Fine! It’s not like you didn’t see it all this morning.”

  I froze, scared for a second he’d been awake as I’d peaked beneath the blanket. But when he just shoved his jeans off and kicked them aside before sitting back down, I figured my secret was safe, at least for now.

  He shifted and adjusted himself as he sat, and that’s when it dawned on me that he was hard again! I’d been so lost in thought as he stripped that I hadn’t noticed right away. But now, I could see the length down the leg of his boxers again, raising the material just slightly. If he hadn’t adjusted himself and sat cross legged, I’d have been able to see right up the leg of his boxers.

  My heart pounded now. My brain told me to back out, even if it meant looking like a chicken. Let him put his clothes back on before you do something stupid!

  Yet, I didn’t quit. I shuffled the cards and dealt the next hand. I was sure Nathan could hear my heart pounding in my chest now. The sound was loud enough to drown everything else out. But he didn’t comment, he just looked down at his cards, his expression not changing.

  “Pair of jacks,” I said, setting my cards down.

  This was it, I thought. Now Nathan would need to take his boxers off and I’d get to see every last inch of him. Once again, I’d be greeted by the sight of his hard cock, standing straight up in the air.

  But I was wrong.

  “Straight,” he said laying down his own cards and grinning at me. “Nice try though.”

  I couldn’t help the pout that appeared on my face. I collected the cards and stacked them up before hooking my fingers beneath my shirt and lifting it over my head. Then I tossed it aside and glared at Nathan, not backing down from his challenge.

  There was no way either of us were going to give up now.

  Once I had my shirt off, Nathan frowned. “That’s not fair! You’ve got an extra piece of clothing!” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and huffed out a breath. For a few moments, he seemed like a petty child, upset about not having the advantage.

  But, I had to admit, he was right. I’d forgotten I was wearing a bra and he wasn’t. I’d never played strip poker before and hadn’t even thought of that. So with a sigh, I breathed out “Fine!” and reached behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall away.

  I shivered as the cool air brushed past my breasts. I wanted to cross my arms in front of my chest like Nathan had done, but I resisted. It wouldn’t be fair if I covered myself up, since when it came time for Nathan to be exposed, I expected him not to cover up either.

  Unfortunately, my wish didn’t come true on the next round either. Nathan one again, this time with a pair of fours to my nothing. So, after taking a deep breath, I stood up and removed my jeans, practically needing to peel them off myself.

  Why did girls’ clothing have to be so tight? I wondered briefly.

  Once I was down to nothing but my pantie
s, I stood there for a moment, shuffling back and forth on each foot. I wanted to just sit down and get on with the game, but with Nathan’s eyes glued to my body, I couldn’t. It only seemed fair to let him look at me, since I’d peaked at him this morning, even though he didn’t know that.

  Besides, it was my own fault for being trapped in my own head or I’d have gotten a better look at him earlier.

  But, after a few moments, I sat back down and crossed my legs, just as he’d done. When I glanced at his crotch though, I noticed his hard cock was much more evident now, easily raising the thin fabric of his boxers.

  A shiver went through my body at that moment. God, I couldn’t believe he was getting turned on by seeing me in nothing but a pair of panties! I wondered if maybe his erection this morning hadn’t just been morning wood.

  One thing was for sure, my nipples were rock hard now, showing off my own excitement. If I wasn’t careful, the fire building up inside my stomach would lash out, then my panties would be wet. And the last thing I needed was for Nathan to see me getting wet over his nearly naked body.

  I took a deep breath and dealt the next hand. This was it, I thought to myself. After this, one of us would be completely naked in front of the other. But as we sat there staring at our cards, neither of us had the courage to speak up. Nor were either of us willing to back out.

  It was a stalemate.

  In more ways than one, it turned out, since neither of us had a hand to play. Frustrated, I glared at the cards like they’d betrayed me. It was irrational, sure, but god damn it, I wanted to see Nathan naked! I’d have never admitted it even under torture, but I’d never wanted anything more in my life.

  Nathan tossed his cards away, then let out a breath. I couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or frustration.

  I shuffled the cards again dealt what could possibly be our last hand. As I looked at my cards, I couldn’t help but grin. Three aces! There was no way he was going to beat me!

  But when I looked over and saw him grinning as well, my confidence wavered. Could he possibly have something to beat me? If that happened, I’d be the one naked, my entire body on display for him. I wasn’t quite sure whether that was a bad thing or not though.

  Finally, he laid down his cards. “Three kings!” he said proudly, sitting back and grinning at me. As he did so, his boxers shifted, giving me a clear view of his stiff cock hidden beneath them.

  I froze in place, unable to take my eyes off him. My mouth was dry suddenly, and my brain had once again shut down. It wasn’t until Nathan stretched his leg out and gently tapped me with his foot.

  “Well? What do you have?” He still smirked, like he’d just won the lottery.

  “Three… three aces,” I said, setting my own cards down.

  I had to admit, seeing that cocky grin disappear off his face was almost as good as what was going to happen next. Now it was my turn to grin at him, though my smile was much shakier and less confident than his had been.

  “No way!” he shouted. “You cheated!”

  I shook my head. I hadn’t cheated, despite my earlier thoughts. I beat him fair and square. Now it was time for him to give me the prize I’d won. “You know the rules!” I said, sounding much braver than I felt.

  With a scowl, Nathan stood up and yanked his boxers off in one movement, his hard cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. He didn’t even bother covering himself, not that he could’ve covered that monster up easily.

  God damn, it was no wonder he was so popular with the girls! For a brief moment, I wondered how that even fit inside them. I was pretty sure if he tried to put it inside me, it’d split me in half! Then a shiver went through me as I imagined Nathan on top of me, that cock pressed right against my slit.

  It wasn’t until Nathan started snapping his fingers in front of my face that I came back to reality. “Huh?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Are you going to shuffle the cards or not?” he asked, waving his hand at the scattered cards.

  “Shuffle them? Why? I already won.”

  “Yeah, right! We’re going to keep playing until you’re naked too. It’s only fair.”

  “And what do I get if I win?” I frowned at him. “You’re already naked. If we keep playing, then you don’t have anything to lose.”

  Nathan thought about it for a moment, then his eyes lit up. “Fine. If you win another hand, you get to ask me a question and I have to tell you the truth, no matter what. Deal?”

  I found myself nodding, despite my growing fear of having to remove my panties. Seeing Nathan’s naked body, and then picturing him atop me like that, had gone straight to my pussy. There wouldn’t be any way to hide my arousal now, if Nathan had me remove my underwear.

  But I couldn’t pass up the chance to be able to ask him any question I wanted. This was a chance I’d likely never get again!

  So I shuffled the cards and dealt them. But, once again, luck was on my side. Straight, ten high,” I announced proudly, laying out my cards.

  Nathan scowled as he placed down his pair of twos. He sighed, then pursed his lips tight. “Fine. Ask me your question.”

  “How big is it?” I asked, the words stumbling out of my mouth, my eyes once again locked on Nathan’s manhood.

  I glanced up at his face just in time to see him blush and look down at the floor. “Eight and a half inches,” he admitted.

  Fuck! I knew he’d been big. From my high school sex-ed class, I remembered the average was closer to six inches. No wonder he looked so big. He’d have fit right in on the set of a porno with that cock. Not to mention he had the body to go along with it!

  He really was created by the gods, I thought to myself. There was no other explanation.

  With a nod, I gathered the cards and repeated the process. Much to Nathan’s utter dismay, I won again, my pair of sixes beating his pair of fives. “You sure you’re not cheating?” he asked as he tossed the cards my way to be shuffled again.

  I shook my head. “I’m not, I promise!”

  “Fine,” he said with a sigh. “Ask your question.”

  I had to think about what I wanted to ask this time. Then I settled on a question I’d wondered about, but was never really sure of “Are you a virgin?”

  Just as I’d suspected, he shook his head. “Not for a few years now.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. I was glad only I got to ask questions, since I dreaded having to admit I was still a virgin to him. I doubted he’d parade it about, but it was still embarrassing to admit to someone like him.

  As I dealt the next hand, my heart began to race again. Something told me I wasn’t going to win a forth hand in a row, and sure enough, I was right. Nathan had a straight versus my pair of sevens. This was the moment I was both excited for and dreading. Now both of us would be completely naked together, for the very first time.

  Dropping the rest of my cards on the floor, I took a deep breath, then stood up. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pulled them down in one swoop before I could second guess myself. When I stood back up, I put my hands on my hips and spread my legs slightly, letting him see everything.

  My heart continued to hammer, like it was trying to leap from my chest. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Not only was I naked in front of a guy for the first time, but it was Nathan of all people. I was completely naked in front of my step-brother.

  It was a wonder I didn’t pass out!

  When I looked between Nathan’s legs, I saw his cock twitching. The head was bright read now, barely his foreskin almost completely retracted. The entire shaft glistened with precum, showing me just how excited he was.

  I giggled, covering my mouth. Was he going to come without even touching himself? God, that would’ve been the perfect ending to the night. Not only would it have been the hottest thing ever, but it would’ve been worth a lifetime of blackmail.

  Glancing down at my own body, I blushed. My nipples were still erect, and there was no way Nathan couldn’t see how wet I
was right now. It was all I could do not to reach between my legs and touch myself.

  “Looks like we both need a cold shower,” I said at last, breaking the silence.

  Nathan nodded, still not otherwise moving and not taking his eyes off my body. It was both embarrassing and a turn on to have him staring at me like that. I wondered if he felt the same way with me staring at him all evening.

  “We… we should probably get dressed.” Nathan looked up at my face for the first time since I’d taken my panties off. “You know, in case someone sees our sign out there.”

  I rolled my eyes at his lame excuse. Nonetheless, I picked up my panties from where I’d dropped them and slid them on slowly, watching as Nathan’s eyes never left my body until my underwear was back in place.

  That was when he seemed to snap out of his haze, standing up and retrieving his boxers. I watched his cock bob and sway as he moved, the sight oddly hypnotizing. I wondered briefly if that was what he’d thought as he stared at me.

  As I slid my jeans on, I grinned at him. “So, was it worth it?” When he blinked at me, his brain obviously malfunctioning, I rolled my eyes. “You know, seeing me naked.”

  Nathan nodded immediately, his eyes seeming to light up as the memories flashed before him again. “Yeah, definitely.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” I winked at him, then grabbed my t-shirt and slid it on without bothering to retrieve my bra. The damn thing wasn’t all that comfortable to wear anyway.

  Nathan blushed and didn’t say anything until we were both dressed again. Then, while I started putting the cards away, he headed into the kitchen to make our peas for dinner. It wouldn’t be that filling of a meal, but hey, it beat having to choke down any more of that chili.

  When we were seated in front of the fire again, I nudged him with my foot. “You okay?”

  He’d gone back to being lost in his own head again. I could only imagine what he was thinking about, since he didn’t seem all that inclined to tell me.

  Instead, he just nodded and muttered “yeah” just barely loud enough for me to hear.

  Yeah, there was definitely something bothering him. I just wished I knew what it was. Was he regretting playing strip poker with me? It had been his idea, after all, even if it had just been a joke. Or was it something else? Had I said or done something to upset him?