by Andrea Allen
“Okay.”
The door was closed, leaving me to try to figure out what the hell just happened. On the one hand, I was excited to finally get him to open up, but at the same time, I could tell this was going to be harder than I thought. I guess I’ll talk to him when he’s ready.
The next few days were weird. He would come out of his room, say a few words and then head on back. He wasn’t too comfortable with saying much else other than that, and it seemed like he was hiding his true feelings. I wanted to know more, and I wanted to find out what it was that he was holding back. Finally, one day, while I was working on the last of my homework, I heard a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I said.
The door opened and there he was. Noel looked at me with an awkward shuffle, glancing around.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey yourself. What’s up? This is the first time in a very long time you’ve come knocking,” I said.
“Yeah,” he replied.
There was another awkward silence, and as I turned around, pushing my red hair out of my face, I looked at him.
“So what’s up? I’m just working on some homework. Trying to get ahead you know?” I said.
“That’s awesome. I wish I had the dedication that you did when I was in school,” he said, almost longing in a sense.
“I feel that. So spill, what the hell is going on?” I asked.
He took a deep breath, looking at me and then looking around.
“You mind coming to my room? It’s a bit important,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied.
I followed him to his room, wondering why he couldn’t just tell me here. However, when the door closed, he looked at me, and then, he took off his shirt.
“What are you—“
That’s when I saw it. The giant scar that was all across his chest. It looked like a knife had slashed him, and all over his body, I saw nothing but scars. He looked at me, desperation present in his eyes.
“You wondered why I never told you about this? Why I wasn’t comfortable? Well, here I am now,” he said.
I wanted to look away, to pretend I never saw it, but I just kept on looking, kept on seeing the scars and marks there. While a part of me wanted to scream and run away, I also wanted to stick around, to learn the truth about what happened to my brother.
Chapter 3
I had no words.
The only thing that I could do was stare at his body, looking at the way his arms and legs had little cuts all over, but that scar on his chest seemed to be the biggest one. I also saw the scar on his shoulders, the one that I touched.
“What the hell happened to you?” I said.
“I saw combat. I actually was in a pretty dangerous situation. I was cut by an enemy, and I nearly bled to death,” he said.
I looked at him with shocked eyes, unsure of what to do about this. On the one hand, I wanted to comfort him, to be there for him, but at the same time, the fear that laid within me was definitely there.
“Wow,” I said.
“Our parents don’t know about this. I never told anyone about this except for the nurses, and now you,” he said.
I felt both honored and terrified of what to do about this whole thing. I mean, it was pretty shocking, and I knew that it wasn’t ever going to go away.
“Jesus Christ,” I simply said. I really didn’t have any words, so I was trying to fill in the gap.
“Yeah. Let’s just say that when I first saw combat, that’s when I got a taste of hell. You would think as a Navy SEAL I wouldn’t have that sort of encounter, that because I was in the navy I wouldn’t have to see direct combat, but that wasn’t the case. Shrapnel happens and sometimes objects fall onto your body that you didn’t expect to find. While it might be deemed safer than other sorts of branches of the military, it’s still just as dangerous as the rest of them. It’s part of the reason why I’m jealous of you Sally. You get to go to school, to be in a safe environment, to only have to worry about studies, and yet, I have to see combat, and it’s honestly terrifying to think about,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said, still shocked and an agape face there. I felt bad for bitching about my schoolwork. I mean, I’ve never had a boyfriend, but mostly because of school. However, when I looked at him, the first thing I wanted to do was to comfort him, to help him when he got hurt and to make sure that he was safe and sound.
“It’s all right. You didn’t know. But thank you for caring about me. It’s the first time in a very long time I’ve actually felt taken care of,” he said.
I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for being the only one to take care of him, and I know that I’ve always been that way, but it’s definitely not something I wanted to take pride in.
“You’re welcome,” I said.
“You’re a great girl, you know. I mean, even though we’re stepsiblings, I’ve always felt a connection with you that seemed to be almost beyond familial,” he told me.
He pushed his hand into my own, holding it there and keeping his hand in mine for a minute. He squeezed it, and as I looked in his eyes, he began to grin.
“I’m here for you. I mean, I always have been. I wanted to talk to you. While you were in the service. But every time I did, it became phone tag. I’m sorry for not trying harder,” I said.
“You’re totally fine. So, do you have a boyfriend yet,” he asked. He changed the subject, probably because of the discomfort that he saw on my face when I looked at his body.
I shook my head, reddening when he asked that.
“Unfortunately not. I haven’t really had a chance to find a guy. I mean, there are a few at school who seem cool, but I’ve been so busy with schoolwork that there hasn’t been time,” I told him.
“Well, you should hop on that. You’ve grown up to be quite the lady,” he said.
I blushed. I mean, Noel has always been a bit of a charmer and he was always flirtatious. Hell, I remember when he used to bring home chicks in high school, promising me that I didn’t tell our parents about it. He was definitely an attractive man, but I was a bit of a quiet nerd, so I never really got a chance to tell any of the guys I like that I liked them.
Not only that, I was scared of a relationship.
But when I looked at him, I felt my heart skip a beat, almost falling right out of my chest. He looked at me, touching a tendril of my hair and smiling.
“You know, I’m glad you talked to me. I’m really happy that you gave enough of a damn about me to come on by and make sure I was okay,” he said.
“You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do,” I said. However, there was that little feeling of butterflies in my stomach that kept sitting there as I looked at him.
“I would love to hang out more. I’m sorry for being so aloof. I’ve just been hiding that secret, and I mean, I’m still trying to get used to touches and crap, mostly from others. I won’t shirk away from you though, probably because you’ve seen them,” he said.
I hesitantly pushed my hand out, touching his body. The scars felt unreal, like this was all just a fake body with fake wounds.
“Wow. I’ve never seen anything like this,” I said.
“Yeah. It’s not totally pretty. But enough of that, let’s chill. I mean, it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other, so I don’t see the point in really holding back,” he told me with a smile.
I began to flush, but I agreed. The two of us played some video games together, playful banter abound from both of our mouths. Soon, Noel was taking me out for ice cream pizza, and even around town. He made an effort now to talk to me, whereas before he was aloof and trying his hardest not to speak to me. However, as we spent time together, I began to feel something in my body, a sort of nervousness I’ve never really seen before. I began to wonder if these feelings were just my own imagination or something more.
I wanted to talk to him about this, but I was scared. The two of us exchanged little glances at times, and I’ve caught him staring at me a
few times. I wanted to ask him why he did that, but I didn’t know if he’d be offended or not. I never really thought about a boyfriend, and in truth, I feel like it’s wrong to do something like that. but I know he has something he wants to say, it’s just a matter of saying it.
One day, while we were out at a restaurant in town, Noel looked at me, and then, he grasped my hand.
“Thank you,” he said to me.
“For what?” I asked him, slightly apprehensive over what he was getting at. I mean, the fact he was touching me already sent shivers down my spine.
“For everything. You know, if it weren’t for you, I’d probably never confide to anyone, and I’d still be afraid of my time in the military. It’s a scary situation. But with you, I’ve been able to safely say that I can face it, no matter what the odds,” he told me with a grin.
I blushed, listening to him as he said this to me. In a sense, I wanted to tell him I felt the same way, but there was almost a barrier of sorts, as if I was afraid to admit this to him.
“What’s the matter?” he asked me.
“It’s nothing. Nothing at all,” I said.
I hid my feelings from the man for a little while. I didn’t know what he’d think if I told him my heart races faster when I’m around him, that all the time I keep thinking about him, and I don’t know what to do. However, I tried my hardest to keep this at bay, to keep it from overwhelming me, but that already proved to be too much already.
I spent the next couple of days away from him, trying my hardest to hold back. However, there was still that little set of feelings in my heart that ached to tell him everything, that clamored to let him know how I felt, and while I was a bit scared of what he might say, at the same time, I knew that holding everything back will only hurt me.
I had to tell him at some point, I just had to.
Chapter 4
I kept my distance for about a week or so, and soon, school began once more. I was home every single night, but I spent less time around him. Noel tried to speak to me, but I kept ignoring him. However, I felt terrible every time I did.
About three days after I started, our parents went out of town. I was happy to have some peace and quiet, but I also knew he’d be here. However, I doubted Noel would bother me. but of course, I was wrong when I heard a knock at the door. I looked up, trying to determine what to do here.
“Yes?”’ I asked.
“It’s me. can we talk?” he asked.
I felt apprehension in my body, unsure of what to do about this. But then, I sighed.
“Sure,” I said.
He opened the door, his just-washed hair plastered to his head and his chiseled abs obvious even under the shirt he adorned. His pants were tight, and I tried my hardest to avoid staring at him. But then, he sat down next to me, looking at me with concern.
“Is something the matter?” he asked.
“No, why do you ask?” I said sharply.
“Don’t try to hide it Sally. I know you’ve been holding whatever it is that you’ve been hiding from me for a while. Just tell me what is going on,” he said.
I thought about it, pausing to determine whether or not I should do so. But then, I sighed.
“I don’t want you getting mad,” I said.
“How could I get mad at you Sally? I know you’re not doing anything harmful. Just tell me,” he said.
I thought about it, wondering if he would continue to bother me about any of this. However, I simply spoke. I couldn’t hide this anymore.
“Every time I’m around you, I feel like I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. I don’t want to acknowledge these feelings though. I’m your stepsister. It’s taboo. But when I’m near you, everything just feels so… right in a sense,” I said.
He leaned in closer, grasping my hand and holding it.
“So you’re afraid that by acknowledging this, we’re going to get in trouble,” he simply stated.
I blushed. “Yeah. I’m scared. I mean, I know that you’re this hardened military man, and I’ve got school. And I’m afraid that by telling you this, it could ruin our friendship, but I’ve struggled to hold this back up until now. Since then, I’ve started to feel it eat at me a bit. I know that these feelings are wrong, and we’d have to keep it a secret, but I don’t want to let this slide on by,” I said.
I expected him to run the hell away, but then, he did the exact opposite. I felt his lips press against my own, causing my eyes to widen. He then pulled back, breathing hard for a moment and staring at me.
“I guess the feeling is mutual then,” he said with a smile.
I couldn’t believe this. I mean, this was kind of a dream come true. My stepbrother, a man that I’ve always felt close to, actually liked me as more than just a friend? This was almost too much, but at the same time, it felt so right, so real, and I wanted nothing more than to acknowledge this, and to experiment with these feelings.
I then felt my body move closer to his own, and soon, I pressed my lips to his. I didn’t think he would pull away, which he didn’t, and soon, I melted into the kiss. The way our lips seemed to move against one another, the way our bodies seemed to mesh together, all of this was perfect in a sense, and I wanted nothing more than to feel this pleasure within me forever. I was enthralled, and I knew that while I was still a virgin, I wanted to experience this with him. There was no greater pleasure than doing that with Noel.
Chapter 5
The two of us kissed for what seemed like forever, but it might have only been a few minutes. Noel’s lips were soft, softer than I imagined, and the way he moved in closer, hugging my waist as he pushed his lips a bit harder against my own was certainly magical. I began to let out a breathy sigh, feeling the excitement of everything as it started to overwhelm my body. He continued to take this very slow, but then, I felt something push against my lips.
It was his tongue. I stiffened for a second, unsure of what to do here, but then, I looked into his eyes. His were open, but relaxed, and soon, they closed shut. I decided to give into these feelings, letting my lips part and his tongue push against my own. It explored my mouth, which was a different sort of feeling, and because of my lack of experience, I didn’t really know what to do. However, I immediately relished in these feelings, letting my own lips move against his, and soon, my tongue met his own.
The fire that burned in my heart, and the sparks that seemed to fly when we touched immediately aroused me. I let out the softest moan imaginable, and immediately, he deepened the kiss. I didn’t know it would cause that, but I wasn’t complaining. I began to move my tongue against his own, the way our lips seemed to immediately press together and mingle almost dreamlike in a sense.
He then pressed me down onto the bed, and I let out a small gasp of surprise. He pressed his hands against my waist, holding me there and looking at me directly.
“You want this?” he asked. He knew it was my decision because I was the virgin here. I could already feel his erection against my leg, and obvious sign of his need. I blushed, but then, I simply nodded.
“Yes,” I simply said, breathing slightly as I looked at him. Already, I felt overwhelmed by the sheer nature of this, and he smiled in response. He then moved his lips down my neck, placing chaste little kisses against there.
It was such a simple action, but it had me going in ways I didn’t expect to be. I let out a small, guttural sort of cry, relishing in the feeling of all of this as he continued to press his lips there. I began to shiver, loving how with the gentlest of touches I became this. He then moved to the spot where my neck met shoulder, and soon, he pressed a bit harder there, sucking on the flesh there with a bit more force.
I cried out, feeling my body immediately relish in the touch that this man gave me. He sucked a bit harder, and I could feel his lips almost digging into my neck. I knew I’d have to hide this for a bit because my parents always presumed I was nothing more than a good little girl who didn’t bother with boys. I normally didn’t, but this was an excep
tion.
I felt him press his lips to the other side, doing the same thing and causing me to let out a small squeak of surprise. He moved his hands down my body, pressing gentle kisses in its wake, until he got to the hem of my shirt.
He looked at me and I nodded. He slipped it off and was surprised I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I rarely did unless I went out, which seemed to help in this situation. He sat up for what seemed to be minutes, but it was maybe about thirty seconds, simply studying how I looked, admiring my ripe breasts.
“Holy shit,” he said, grasping them slightly and touching them. I let out a whimper of excitement, unsure of what to do in this situation. In a sense, I liked the way he looked at me, the way he seemed almost curious about my luscious mounds. He touched them, pressing his fingers to the tip of my nipple and caressing them there. I began to shiver, crying out loud as I felt him move his hands against the tips of my nipples. The buds hardened against his touch, and already I could feel that warmth of arousal almost burning within me.
He saw I was beginning to lose myself, and in truth, I wanted to. There was no turning back now. He suddenly pushed his lips to one of the buds, sucking on it with a gentle touch, and then, he let his tongue snake against the middle of the nipple, pressing his lips against there and causing me to cry out in pleasure and desire. I loved the way he seemed to completely overwhelm me, to make me cry out like this. That’s when I felt him move his lips against the tip a bit harder, making me shiver with anticipation. His other hand moved up to my other nipple, taking it against the pads of his fingers and moving them about. I let out a small cry, shocked at how I felt when he did this. The tension was so obvious that I was going mad, and I knew the burning in my loins would only increase with time.
He saw how I looked, almost desperate for more, and that’s when he pulled away. His cock brushed against my leg and my eyes widened at how big it was. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t believe how huge he was. He soon moved his lips down my stomach, touching and teasing the area there. He moved his hands to the edge of my jeans, touching the hipbones there before undoing the fly and zipper, slipping them off along with my underwear.
