My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection (Five Complete Box Sets)

by Cindy Wilder

  "Where are you going to go?" Greg snickered. "Are you going to live in a tiny apartment in the rough part of town?"

  I put my fork down and looked up at Greg.

  "What's wrong with a small apartment not in the perfect area?" I asked. "You met my mom when she was in one."

  "That was different," Greg snapped. "Your mom was a single parent making her way. She wasn't a man on his own. What if he meets someone? How's he going to take care of her? How's he going to provide for his family?"

  "He should do something he's passionate about," I said. "It's no different for a man than a woman. Not everyone has to start out in a huge house. It was good enough for the way I grew up and I seem to be okay."

  "I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Ethan. I'm sure he's not passionate about factories," Greg snapped.

  "So I don't have to do well, but Ethan does. I see. He could do very well in photography if he wanted to. He could have his own company. He could make a nice living doing something he actually wanted to do."

  "Listen," Greg snapped.

  "No," Ethan said. "I don't need anyone sticking up for me. I'll do just fine on my own. I'm so sick of being told what a loser I am. I'll be out of your hair before you know it. You won't have to see what I don't become. Maybe I don't want to be like you. Did you ever think of that?"

  Ethan stood up.

  "Sit back down. I wasn't finished. I won't have you throw your life away," Greg snapped.

  "The only reason you even have me here is because my mom took off. If it weren't for that, you'd talk to me once a week for a few minutes. You don't give a shit what happens to me. You just don't want to have to take care of me," Ethan snapped back.

  He turned and walked away. Greg slammed his hand on the table and yelled for Ethan, but he just kept walking. I felt so bad for him. His father had no faith in him. If I wanted to be a photographer, my mom wouldn't argue it with me. Greg even helped her give me money toward a camera. Why wasn't that same thing good enough for his son? Ethan's mom shipped him to his dad's so she could run off with some guy. His dad treated him like crap. I understood that his father wanted the best for him, but he didn't care what Ethan wanted. He only cared that Ethan did what it was he wanted him to do.

  I got up from the table, put my dish in the sink, grabbed the phone box, and walked up the stairs. Ethan's door was open when I got there. He had his back to me as he typed on his computer.

  "Thanks for the phone," I said.

  "Yep," he answered.

  "Can I see some of your pictures? I love photography. It's the only thing I have."

  "Maybe another time," he said.

  "I'm sorry about your dad. He shouldn't treat you that way."

  "You don't need to be my friend. I don't need any more of those," he said. "Close my door on your way by."

  "Ethan," I began.

  "Close the door," he said.

  I slammed his door shut, walked into my room, and slammed my door before falling onto my bed. He wouldn't even talk to me after the way we had connected the night before. I didn't get him. I wasn't sure I ever would. He was so damn complicated. His dad was a complete ass to him. Maybe that was why he was the way he was. Neither of his parents supported him. At least my mom was supportive of what I did. She didn't spend a ton of time with me, but she didn't put me down either. I wanted to talk to him so bad. He needed to know that he was worth it and should do what he cared about. It didn't matter if he lived in a tiny apartment or a huge house as long as he was happy. Why didn't his dad show him that support?

  If biker was serious about living together, I needed to find a job quickly. I got on the computer and put in a few applications. My new phone was still in the box. I took it out and played around on it. It really was nicer than the one I had. I was excited about being able to message biker during the day since he would be working so much.

  Almost two months went by before I got a call for an interview. You would have thought I won a million dollars by how excited I was. It was a job at a department store as a clerk. I was okay with that. I just wanted a job, so I could move out after graduation. My mom and Greg had gotten married. It wasn't anything big. I was surprised they had actually done it. Ethan still wasn't really speaking to me. He wasn't even messing with me in school anymore. I felt horrible for the way Greg treated him. He rode his ass every chance he got. Ethan went to school, got really good grades, and worked until after midnight. The only time he was home, he was being bitched at. It made my stomach sick. I could only imagine how he felt. I couldn't live in the same house as him anymore. It was too hard to stand by and not say a word. He was a dick, but he didn't deserve to be treated so badly.

  Biker worked his butt off most nights. He went to bed right after work. We text back and forth during the day, and I found myself missing him. He slept in on the weekends. I couldn't wait to meet him. We talked about where we wanted to live. He joked about us living out of a box. I knew he was saving money. The money I made at the bookstore was in my bank account. I was saving as much as I could. We were getting closer again. It had been rough at first, but each day was getting a little better. I would have done whatever it took for him to know how much I cared about him. It was so hard to hear that he had sex someone else. I knew he felt the same way about me. It wouldn't be long before we would be able to be together. I just hoped he liked me when the time finally came.

  My interview went well. They hired me right then. I text biker as soon as I got to my car.

  Me: I got a job. I am so excited. We won't have to have a box. We can get an apartment.

  It took a few minutes for him to answer.

  Biker: Awesome. Congratulations. At least we'll have a floor to sit on.

  Me: Don't be like that. I know how to bargain shop for furniture. A little money can go a long way. That is one thing I learned living with my mom. I guess I can thank her for that.

  Ethan and his dad were yelling at each other when I walked in the house after my interview. I couldn't believe the things his dad was saying. They didn't know I was there. I walked quietly up the stairs. Something caught my eye as I walked passed Ethan's room. There were pictures on his bed next to his work clothes. I couldn't not look. He was such a puzzle. He hid his emotions, but I could see them. He wasn't fooling me. I had to see what it was he took pictures of. What made Ethan tick, I wondered? His pictures would give me a look into his thoughts. If he was anything like me, he took pictures to take himself away from reality for even a few moments.

  I walked over to his bed and picked them up. As I moved from one to the next, emotions filled me and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. They were absolutely beautiful. He was so rough and mean on the outside. Those pictures showed another side of him. He liked nature and appreciated the beauty of it. There were shots of trees, flowers, clouds, and water. I couldn't describe the way they made me feel. I sat down on his bed and continued looking at them. Where had he taken them, I thought? The surroundings were peaceful and still. I wanted to visit that place.

  Greg's voice got louder, as he continued on about how Ethan wouldn't amount to anything. I knew I needed to get out of his room. He was on his way. When he rounded the corner into his room, I saw it in his eyes. There was so much sadness. He was beat down. How could someone make their own child feel that way, I wondered? As soon as he saw me, he froze in place. I saw his emotions change and his walls go up. His eyes connected with mine, and I felt my body shiver. I reached up to wipe my eye as I stood up with his pictures in my hand.

  "What," he began in a hard tone before I cut him off.

  "They are so beautiful," I whispered.

  Before he could say another word, I crossed the floor, grabbed the back of his head, and claimed his mouth. His eyes widened as I licked across his lower lip and took it between my teeth to nudge it down. He parted his lips, and my tongue thrust into his mouth with so much passion and feeling. I dropped the pictures and my free hand dove into his hair. When he pulled back from
the kiss, I was breathless. I wasn't sure if he was going to push me away or devour me. His eyes were darker than they had been before. We looked at each other for a moment. I was so afraid he was going to reject me.

  Ethan lunged forward, grabbed my hips, and pulled me into the air. My legs wrapped around him on their own. He pushed his door shut and locked it before walking us to the bed.

  "Are you sure?" he asked.

  I nodded my head a moment before he dropped me onto his bed with a cocky grin on his face. He leaned over and looked down at me.

  "You are an amazing man," I said, as I reached up to touch his cheek. "Those pictures are beautiful. That's what you need to do. I don't care what he says. That is your passion. You need to follow what you."

  "Shhh," he said, as his lips came down on mine. "I don't want to talk about that. Do you know what I want?"

  I shook my head.

  "You," he said. "I want to fuck your tight pussy hard and deep. I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to taste you. I want your lips around my dick. I want to smack your gorgeous, round ass while I fuck you from behind. I want to tie you up and have my way with you. I want to watch you ride my cock while I suck those luscious, pink nipples. Right now, I just want you."

  He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I undid my bra and dropped it to the floor. His breath caught, as he watched me lean back onto his pillow. He wrapped his hand around my breast and rolled my nipple through his fingers. His mouth came down and pulled it between his lips. I yelped as he scraped his teeth across it before letting it go. He was over me, and I couldn't move. When he took my other nipple into his mouth, I prepared myself for the sting that was about to come. He winked as he slid his teeth across it and let it go.

  I reached down and pulled his shirt up. He moved his body forward so I could pull it from him. I let go of it just as I got it over his head. Then I leaned forward and took his nipple between my teeth.

  "You're going to pay for that," he said.

  "Oh yeah," I challenged.

  He moved back from the bed, threw his shirt on the ground, undid his jeans, and smiled as they fell to the floor with his boxers. His cock sprang free and I gasped. It was bigger than I remembered. He stood in front of me looking so damn sexy. His tattoos added to his gorgeous muscles. I wanted to run my tongue over each of them. He stuck his finger up and motioned me toward him. I moved forward on the bed.

  "Pants off, princess," he commanded in a deep voice.

  A chill ran through me straight to my core. I could get used to his demands in the bedroom, I thought. My pants were undone, and I shimmied out of them.

  "Panties?" he snapped.

  "You said pants," I said with a smirk.

  A growl came from deep in his chest and I moaned. Fuck! He shook his head, reached down, and ripped my panties from my body. My eyes widened and my mouth opened. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. He was so hard in front of me. His body moved slightly forward so his hardness was against my lips.

  "Open," he demanded.

  My mouth opened, but I didn't move to touch him. He wrapped his hand in my hair and thrust his cock into my mouth. I pulled back slightly, and my eyes lifted to his.

  "Suck me, baby," he said.

  I swear I was going to explode from the demanding tone of his voice. It was unbelievable. I was going to show him. He took me for some naive girl. If he wanted his dick sucked, I was going to suck it better than that bitch at school would have.

  My hands went to the backs of his thighs, and I did what he asked. I sucked him hard as I took him to the back of my throat. His legs tightened in my hands and his head fell back. He let out a moan that went straight to my pussy. I continued to take him in and out of my mouth, as I held him against me. He looked down and pulled back on my hair. I let him go, and a loud pop noise filled the air. Our eyes connected, and he mumbled something. I smiled up at him.

  "Play with yourself while you suck my dick," he said.

  "What?" I asked.

  "Play with yourself," he repeated.

  I didn't move at first. That wasn't something that happened often and never in front of an audience.

  "Put your hand between your legs and feel how wet you are. I know you are. You can't hide it."

  He took my hand in his and moved it down. I felt our fingers slide along my pussy. He was right. I was so wet for him. He lifted our fingers and put them in front of my mouth.

  "Open," he demanded.

  My lips parted, and he stuck both of your fingers into my mouth.

  "Suck," he said.

  I did as he told me, and I could taste myself on our fingers. It was kind of a turn on. He directed my hand back down between my legs.

  "Play with yourself for me," he said.

  I hesitantly moved my fingers slowly over my clit. He didn't take his eyes off of them. When I heard a growl escape his chest, it urged to me continue. I began to move my fingers over my wetness, and it felt amazing. It felt even better knowing that it turned him on. He stood up and grabbed my head. I looked up into his eyes, as I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. He used his hand to guide himself deeper into my throat. It was so intense sucking him while I played with myself. I moaned around his cock, and his muscles tightened.

  "Fuck yourself," he snapped.

  "What?" I asked shocked.

  "Fuck yourself, princess."

  I continued sucking his cock, as I slowly slid my finger into my pussy. My mouth stilled on him and he laughed. After a moment, I continued sucking him while taking my finger in and out. I moaned again around his cock. He looked down between us, and I heard his breath catch.

  "You are so fucking hot," he said. "You have no idea how sexy it is to see you fuck yourself while my dick is in your mouth."

  He had a hand on each side of my face, as I looked up into his eyes with my mouth full of him. I was ready to come, and he wasn't even touching me.

  "Fuck yourself deeper and faster," he said. "I want you to make yourself come for me. I want to look into your eyes while you come around your fingers."

  Fuck me! I couldn't have been more turned on by his words. There was no way I was going to let him down. I thrust my finger in deep and sucked hard on his cock. Our eyes stayed locked together the entire time. A moan vibrated from my mouth around his cock and he groaned. My eyes closed.

  "Look at me, princess," he said.

  I opened them and looked deep into his, as I felt my pussy tighten around my fingers with an explosive orgasm. My legs clenched against my hand. His eyes were filled with passion. I moved my hand from between my legs, and he grabbed it. Ethan pulled it up to his mouth and slowly sucked my fingers. I could already feel the tingle between my legs again. Shit! I needed him.

  I leaned forward and licked across his stomach. His muscles tightened beneath my mouth. I moved up and traced his ink with my tongue. He groaned and shook his head. Ethan had me on my back as he straddled me before I knew it. I looked up at him with a smile. My hands held hard to his arms. In one quick move, he had my wrists in his hand and my hands pinned to the bed above my head. I bucked my hips up beneath him. He hovered over my body, as a growl escaped him.

  "What?" he said.

  I looked up at him with a shy look, as I thrust my hips up again.

  "What is it you want, princess?" he asked.

  "You," I moaned. "I want you inside of me, Ethan."

  "Are you sure?" he asked.

  "Yes," I snapped, as I ground against his cock.

  "I don't want you to regret it in the morning. Are you absolutely sure you want my cock buried balls deep inside of that sweet, tight pussy of yours? This is your only chance to escape, princess. Tell me what you want."

  "I want you."

  He sat up and looked down at me. His cock was right there. I could feel it. The fucker was messing with me. I wanted to grab him and flip him onto his back. I wanted to show him what I really wanted. He reached over, grabbed a packet, ri
pped it open, and slowly covered himself. I tried to move against him from below. He had that smart-ass smirk on his face. I watched his body move back over me, as he hovered at my entrance. I wanted to kick his ass.

  "One last chance, princess," he whispered. "What's it going to be, baby?"

  I took a deep breath and watched his smirk fade slightly. Did he really think I was going to leave? I wrapped my arms around him and looked into his eyes. In one quick move, I flipped him onto his back and hovered over his hard body. I could feel his cock against me. His eyes widened in surprise.

  "Fuck. Me. Now," I snapped, as I took him inside of me in one quick move.

  He filled me completely, and I moaned. I leaned down and claimed his mouth hard. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and held the back of my head. There was no way my lips weren't going to be sore. With my hands on his shoulders, I rode his cock hard and deep. He groaned into my mouth, as he kissed me with passion. I could not believe the connection we had. It made no sense. We couldn't stand each other. When we fucked, it was like releasing every emotion we were holding inside. I pulled back from his kiss and sat up. Then, I leaned back with my hands on his knees and continued to ride him. He watched his cock move in and out of me, and I felt him harden even more.

  "I'm going to fucking explode," he said. "You better be ready."

  I looked down at him with a smile. He pulled me forward and wrapped his arms around me. I knew he was close and wanted to come right along with him. He reached down, grabbed my hips tight in his hands, and thrust into me hard.

  "Fuck, Ethan," I cried out.

  He looked into my eyes and thrust into me hard over and over until his name was leaving my lips and I came hard around him. I felt him still as he came. His cock twitched, and it felt so good. My body collapsed onto his chest. Our sweat mixed together. His hard muscles felt good against my nipples. My breathing finally slowed, and I lifted my head to look at him.

  "I want to see the place you took those pictures. Will you take me there?" I asked.

  He looked at me and brushed my hair from my face.

  "I'm not sure," he said. "It's my place. I go there to think and be free of everyone. There's nobody there to judge me. I don't have to be someone I'm not when I'm there."