Hurricane Stepbrother

by Brother, Stephanie

My eyes were trained on his thick cock, standing at full mast and seemingly pointing right at me, begging for my attention. Even with only the candlelight illuminating the room, I could see the drop of precum glistening on the tip and I leaned down to swipe it with my tongue while gripping the base with my fist.

  The hiss of pleasure along with the way he desperately gripped my hair sent a thrill coursing through me. I licked the head of his cock again, this time making the movement as slow as possible and looking up at him through my lashes to watch his reaction.

  “Fucking hell,” he ground out, his lips parting as a long, tortured moan escaped.

  I was damn near ready to forget about my own needs and just suck his cock, loving the responses I was wrenching from him. But Erik seemed to have other plans and he gently pulled me away by my hair.

  “Stand up.”

  Once I was standing, he worked to quickly rid me of my clothing, pausing only to visually take in every inch of skin he exposed. He dropped to his knees to undo my jeans, yanking them and my panties down and helping me to step out of them before he whipped them across the room.

  I nearly laughed until he abruptly locked his arms behind my knees and pulled, sending me flying backwards to the bed with a shriek of surprise. Before I could even register what had happened, Erik pried apart my legs and leaned forward, his tongue running a wet line up my slit.

  “Ohhh GOD!” I cried out as I slammed my hands against the mattress and twisted my fingers in the sheets.

  He stiffened the tip of his tongue as he swept it over my clitoris, flicking it back and forth rapidly over the nubbin. My toes curled from the sensation and my back arched on its own accord, frantically attempting to push harder against him.

  “Erik, please, please,” I gasped. “I can’t-I need-”

  My words were cut off as he wrapped his lips around my sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, a loud moan tearing out of me as electric bolts of pleasure shot through my veins. I could already feel an orgasm approaching and I desperately wanted him inside of me when I climaxed.

  As if he could read my mind, he suddenly pulled away and began to crawl up my body with a shit-eating grin plastered on his lips. As I realized that his ministrations were primarily a tit for tat-tease for a tease-I almost wanted to slap the cocky look right off his face.

  Instead, I laughed breathlessly and pleaded, “Fuck me, Erik.”

  He nodded and helped me swing my legs up on the bed, straightening me out on the mattress. He reached over to grab the packet and quickly sheathed himself in the latex before hopping up and reopening my legs, positioning himself between them.

  I planted my feet on the bed and raised my hips when I saw him grip the base of his cock, straining up to meet him as he brushed the head against my wet folds. He swiped the tip up and down, watching my expression with hooded eyes as he brushed against my clitoris over and over again.

  Just as I was getting ready to beg for it, he lowered his cock to my opening and rammed his hips forward, driving his thick length all the way inside of me with a single thrust.

  Before my body could even adjust to his massive size, he was pulling out, then pushing back in with a strangled groan.

  “Jesus, you’re tight. You’re not a virgin, are you?”

  “N-No. Oh my god-You’re just fucking huge!”

  Erik laughed, the sound choked off before it changed into a low moan. He leaned forward, bracing his arms on either side of my shoulders as he bent his neck down to bring our lips together.

  As he started to roll his hips with sharp, fluid thrusts, neither of us could keep up with the kiss. We gasped against each other’s mouths as he steadily increased his speed up until the point where I was writhing beneath him, so close to the edge and just needing one final push to fall over it.

  “Harder,” I begged while I desperately clutched his shoulders.

  “Yesss,” he hissed, pushing himself up until he was sitting on his knees then ramming into me hard. “Oh fuck yes… Come for me, Kristen.”

  I helplessly gripped the sheets as my hips rose from the bed, screaming his name as the ecstasy of my climax slammed into me. I came harder than I ever had before, my walls rhythmically clenching and unclenching around his cock as I rode the waves of my orgasm.

  Erik’s hips slowed but he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could tell he was barely holding on.

  Once the last shock of my orgasm went through me I panted, “Erik… Let go. Come.”

  His thrusts became frantic, speeding up until he abruptly stilled and let out a choked grunt. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he emptied into the condom and I watched his face contort from the bliss as he breathlessly gasped my name.

  “Christ,” he breathed out after a long moment. He laughed lightly before slowly backing away, pulling out of me with a shudder.

  I felt completely boneless as I relaxed back against my pillows. Erik tossed the condom into the trashcan and blew out the candle on the dresser before he returned to my side.

  I sighed happily when he pulled me flush against him, burying my face against his chest as he intertwined our legs together. There wasn’t one part of my body that wasn’t intimately pressed against his and it felt wonderful.

  “Sweet dreams, Kristen.”

  I smiled at his whispered voice, the sounds of the storm outside all but forgotten as I listened to Erik’s steady heartbeat pressed against my ear.

  **~

  A loud clutter rudely tore me from my dreams the next morning. I huffed in annoyance, rolling over and pressing my face against the source of warmth at my back, hiding from whatever was making the irritating noise. The sound only got louder and I groaned, wincing when the body pressed against me started to stir.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled.

  “’S okay. What’s the noise?” Erik murmured into my hair.

  I attempted a shrug and he chuckled sleepily before turning to press a kiss to my hair. I hummed with contentment and tried to force myself back to sleep, clinging on to the dream I was in the middle of before I had been awakened.

  Erik’s breathing had evened back out and I was just about asleep when the door to my bedroom flew open.

  “Kristen, the storm is-OH MY GOD!”

  Erik’s heartbeat spiked against my ear and I clutched the bedsheet to my chest as I sat up. I looked between my mother, who was frozen in the doorway and Erik, who was sitting up and starting at my mom with wide, horrified eyes. His mouth was open as if he had intended to explain, but was stunned into silence.

  Mom turned away and slapped a hand over her eyes. “I-oh my-Kristen?”

  “Yes, mom?” I asked, my cheeks burning.

  “Please get dressed and come to the kitchen. Now.”

  She left like she couldn’t get away from us fast enough. After the door clicked shut behind her, I slowly turned to Erik. He was still staring at the door, blinking owlishly. It looked so out of place that I couldn’t help the short burst of laughter that bubbled up from my stomach.

  Then sound snapped him out of his daze and he turned to me, his mouth closing and a small smile appearing. “You think this is funny? She’s going to kill me.”

  I shook my head and looked at him incredulously. “You? If anything, she’s going to kill me.”

  Erik’s arms wrapped around my waist and he hauled me into his lap, nuzzling my neck with his cheek. “No she won’t. I won’t let her.”

  “Promise?”

  “Mm-hm,” he murmured before sweeping away my hair and pressing a kiss to my neck.

  I shivered and batted a hand at him. “Knock it off. We have to go out there.”

  “We? She said you. I’m not going out there.”

  “Then how are you going to keep her from killing me?” I asked dryly.

  Erik paused, a contemplating frown making his forehead slightly crinkle as he considered my point. “Fuck, you’re right. Let’s go.”

  I stood up and went to my close
t, flicking the light switch and gratefully noting that the power was back on. I was beginning to pull out some clothes when I heard a shuffle behind me and I glanced back, taking in Erik’s flawless naked body as he searched for his clothes.

  He noticed me staring and turned to me with a grin. “See something you like?”

  “I like everything I see,” I said before I could stop myself.

  Erik jolted a little, obviously surprised but delighted at the same time. He dropped his pants on the bed and walked over to me, pressing a passionate kiss to my lips and rendering me speechless. I moaned as I felt his length beginning to harden against my stomach.

  “Get dressed,” he whispered after he broke away, shooting me a flirty wink before turning back to put on his clothes.

  I forced myself to shake off my desire as I got dressed, the reminder that my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen working as a wonderful equivalent of a cold shower to my libido. After I was fully dressed I exited my closet, smiling as I saw Erik waiting for me at the door.

  He didn’t say anything to me, just reached for my hand and interlocked our fingers together before opening the door with his free hand. I let him lead the way, never letting go of his hand even as we entered the kitchen.

  I felt my mouth fall open and a disbelieving snort came out as I looked at my mother.

  “Oh, don’t you even start with me,” she chided as she polished off the rest of her glass of wine. “I did not need to see that.”

  I could hear Erik trying to stifle his chuckle behind me and as my mother’s eyes narrowed at him, I knew that she heard it as well. I waited for the yelling but it never came. Instead, her eyes softened as she walked over and reached to pat Erik on the shoulder.

  “It’s so nice to officially meet you, Erik. Gerald told me a lot about you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too,” he said honestly, but the hesitance in his voice was obvious.

  She smiled kindly at him before she said, “I’d love to talk with you, but can I have a moment alone with my daughter first?”

  He nodded and sent me an apologetic look but I shrugged him off. After he was out of the room, mom turned to me and pressed her lips into a fine line, the look in her eye not amused in the least.

  “You know, when you said you two were getting along, this was not what I imagined.”

  The loud bout of surprised laughter was enough to make Erik poke his head around the corner and look in at us questioningly. The sound was contagious and after a few seconds, my mom joined in. I could almost feel the waves of confusion coming from Erik.

  But it was impossible to explain. My mother was just as much aware of irony as I was and none of it was lost on her.

  The two of us laughed until our sides hurt, then she poured herself another glass of wine and sat down to hear the story about how Erik and I happened.

  **~

  Epilogue

  The day of the funeral came and went. Erik had stiffly stood by my side as they lowered his father’s body into the ground while I tried to simultaneously comfort my mom and comfort Erik all while holding myself together. I knew Erik was unsure of how to feel about Gerald’s death, torn between conflicting emotions from his knowledge of who the man once was and who he had become in his later years.

  But like he once told me, it really didn’t matter. Not anymore. He still refused to tell me anything specific about how Gerald treated his mother and himself and I was stuck between wanting to know everything and wanting to remain in ignorance.

  We truly were two of a kind, similar in our indecision about a dead man.

  After the funeral, after the reading of the will, and after my mom finally seemed like she was getting back to her old self, Erik and I found ourselves at that pivotal point in our relationship, far too soon for my liking.

  Everything he needed to do here was finished but now, the road was split. I could see the question that constantly plagued his thoughts; Should I stay or should I go?

  I remembered the first night he stayed here and when he told me that he never stayed in one place for very long. I was smart enough to realize that it was by choice, Erik craved adventure and loved being able to ride off on his motorcycle into the sunset when he got bored of a city.

  Now that he had inherited a good portion of Gerald’s estate, he definitely had the means to continue his vagabond lifestyle without ever having to work unless he chose to do so. I inherited my own portion and was pretty set, but was torn between my options.

  One night, while Erik laid sleeping in my bed, I snuck out of my bedroom and went into the kitchen to think. I was plagued by the feeling that this thing between us was about to end.

  Logically, I knew how I felt was insane. I had only known the man for nine days, but it felt like a lifetime to me.

  But I had no idea how to explain it to him, how to show him I was willing to fight for this relationship, without scaring him off with my intense feelings for him.

  The sound of footsteps alerted me to another presence in the kitchen and I turned around to see my mom padding into the room clad in her fluffy bathrobe. She took one look at me and sighed before making her way to the fridge and pulling out the half-empty bottle of wine.

  When she placed the glass of red in front of me, I took it by the stem and shot her an amused look.

  “Wine isn’t the answer to all life’s problems, mom.”

  She snorted and took the seat across from me, placing the bottle between us before lifting up her own glass. “I never said that. But it certainly helps in solving them.”

  We clinked out glasses together before we drank. After gulping down the alcohol, I set the now empty glass back on the table and continued to study the floor while my thoughts ran in circles.

  “You’re not going to find any answers in the linoleum, sweetheart.”

  I looked up at her sharply. “I’m not-”

  “Oh, don’t try and fool me. I know that look. I’ve worn it a few times myself. First when I met your father, then again when I met Gerald,” she said, sighing wistfully as she refilled my glass and topped off her own. “So if you want to talk about it, I’ll be happy to listen.”

  “And impart your wisdom?”

  “Of course. And it’s free of charge for you, my dear.”

  “Gee, thanks,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at her. I toyed with the stem of the wine glass as I quietly admitted, “I just don’t know what to do. I know he’s going to leave tomorrow and I don’t want to lose him.”

  “Well, there’s an easy solution for that.”

  “Oh yeah? What is it?”

  I waited for her response, looking up at her when she didn’t say anything. When our eyes met, I noticed hers had started to glass over with unshed tears.

  “Go with him.”

  My own eyes widened and I could feel the hot prickle as tears started to form in the corners. “No, I can’t. You-”

  “Will be fine,” she said, holding up a hand to cut off my sentence. “I would never ask you to stay here just for my sake. I’ll miss you something fierce but this is what being a parent entails, sweetie. Letting you go to live your own life is the natural order of things.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to stop me?” I asked, the tears in the corners of my eyes starting to roll down my cheeks. “Aren’t you going to tell me all the reasons why I shouldn’t be with Erik? That he’s obviously not a family man, that he is-or was-my stepbrother, that he’s too old for me?”

  She snorted. “I’d be a damn hypocrite if I told you that. Gerald was thirteen years older than me, you know that. It sounds to me like you’re trying to convince yourself of all the reasons why you think it won’t work. But there’s only one way you’re going to find out for sure.”

  “And you’d just let me go?”

  She smiled and for some reason, the sight of it made me even sadder. “Of course I would. You love Erik, whether you’ve realized it yet or not. I’d never stand in the way of that.”

 
; It was like something broke inside of me. I buried my face in my hands and cried, sobs that shook my whole body with sadness. Mom stood up and came over to me, rubbing my back and hugging me fiercely while I got out all of the emotions I had been bottling up since the funeral.

  “What’s going on?”

  The sound of Erik’s voice cut through the haze, but I couldn’t respond with the hiccups. My mom got me a glass of water as Erik took her spot at my side and I chugged it back quickly, nodding my thanks to her as I caught my breath and hastily wiped the tears from my eyes.

  “Goodnight, you two,” my mom said softly from the doorway before disappearing to give us some privacy.

  I was trying to ignore the concerned expression Erik was giving me but when he whispered my name questioningly, I finally turned to face him.

  Just like it always did, my sadness had rapidly morphed into anger. “Are you leaving tomorrow?”

  I already knew the answer, having seen him earlier packing up his belongings and shoving some of his stuff in his bike, but I needed to hear the words coming from his mouth.

  “Yes. I can’t stay here.”

  I could hear the sorrow in his tone but it wasn’t enough to placate me. I stood up, hardening my eyes even though my voice wavered as I said, “I think you should sleep in the guest room tonight.”

  “Kristen, wait!” Erik called as I ran from the room.

  I closed my bedroom door behind me and locked it, ignoring the loud whisper as he stood on the other side and tried to talk to me without disturbing my mom. He begged me to let him in, to let him explain, but I didn’t want to hear it.

  In a daze, I walked over to my closet and opened the door, turning on the light and sitting down on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest and closing my eyes as I tipped my head down and silently cried.

  I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew I couldn’t listen to Erik attempt to explain why he had to leave me.

  My heart already felt like it was ripping into a million pieces.

  **~

  I peaked out from behind the curtain, watching as my mom and Erik spoke in the driveway. Even from a distance he appeared disheveled and I wondered if he had as hard a time sleeping last night as I did.