Romance: My Stepbrother's Plaything

by Valentine, Annie

  “Nothing much,” I shrugged and looked to see what she was cooking. Pork chops, wild rice, and Brussels sprouts. “Smells good,” I said and went over to the refrigerator.

  “Wash your hands first.” My mother said before I touched the door. I walked over to the sink and turned the water on. I felt as if I was walking on clouds and I kept smiling every time I imagined Justin’s face. Today turned out to be a great day. I grabbed some juice out of the refrigerator and headed straight to my room.

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  Later that night after my mother and I had got done eating and we went to bed, I lie in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I tossed and turned because I couldn’t go to sleep. Reaching on my nightstand, I picked up my phone. It was after midnight. I wondered what Justin was doing at the moment. I doubted that he was asleep. I wanted to text him to see what he was doing, but I didn’t want to seem like I was desperate. I looked at my phone long and hard wondering what I was going to do. If I didn’t text him, I probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep because I’d be too busy beating myself up and calling myself a coward. Then I remembered that he’d given me his number, but I never gave him mine. I’ll use this opportunity to text him so that he could have my number. I sent him a quick text. Sorry, I know it’s late, but I never gave you my number. Here you go. This is Leah by the way. I hit send and lied on my side. After ten minutes passed me by without a text, I assumed that he was sleeping. When my phone started vibrating signaling that someone was calling me, I looked at it with wide eyes. I cleared my throat and answered it.

  “Hey,” I said trying to seem like I wasn’t surprised by his call.

  “Hey you,” his deep voice resonated in my ear. His voice sounded at ease and filled with confidence. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” he asked me and I chuckled trying my best to keep my voice down.

  “Do you know any eighteen year olds with a 12 o clock curfew?” there was a pause for a few moments. At first I thought that he had hung up, but when I looked at my phone and saw that I was still connected with him, I became a little worried.

  “You’re eighteen?” he finally asked. Was that bad?

  “Yes, is that a problem?” I didn’t know why I asked that question, but I did.

  “No, not really,” he said.

  “How old are you?” I asked almost afraid by what his answer was going to be. I was starting to think that maybe he thought I was too young to be talking too.

  “Twenty-five,” I knew he was older than me, but I wouldn’t have figured he was that much older than me.

  “Oh,” there wasn’t much that I could say to that. I decided to change the subject then. “Sorry I texted you so late, I didn’t disturb you did I?” I didn’t want him to think that I was boring so I tried to keep the conversation going. Plus, I wanted to hear his voice some more.

  “Not at all, I wouldn’t have called you if you did.” Well I felt stupid for asking him that. “What are you doing?” he asked me then.

  “Oh nothing, at home but I’m not ready to go to sleep yet.” I heard him laughing.

  “What? An eighteen year old not partying on the weekend? I’d have to see it to believe it.” Was it so hard to believe that I was at home instead of out?

  “I had no plans for the night so I decided to stay home.” That was a lie. My mother didn’t allow me to go out at night anymore, not since the motorcyclists came to our town. He paused again, almost like he was searching for something to say.

  “This is going to sound odd considering that we just met.” Justin said slowly but his confidence never faltered. “But you want to hang out for a little while?” His question caught me off guard. Did he want to hang out now?

  “You mean right now?” I asked trying to make sure.

  “Yeah if you’re up for it,” He was basically asking me to sneak out of my house. If my mom found out I’d be dead, but I didn’t want to miss this opportunity to see him again. I knew that it was wrong, but there was something interesting about Justin and I needed to know more about him.

  “Yeah, I’m up for it.” I said getting out of my bed.

  “Cool, can you meet me at the spot I dropped you off at in about twenty minutes?” That left me about ten minutes to get dressed and decent.

  “Yeah,” we ended the call and my breathing quickened. I’ve never done anything like this in my entire life, but I couldn’t lie, it gave me a rush. I tiptoed out of my room and went into the bathroom.

  Chapter Four

  I waited outside around the corner from my house with black jeans and a black hoodie on. I had to sneak out of my window and I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me. I was thankful that there weren’t a lot of streetlights on my block. I waited with my hands in my pockets to protect them from the cool air. Even though it was hot in the day hours, the temperature dropped to around fifty at night. A few moments later I heard the sweet roar of Justin’s engine. He stopped right in front of me.

  “Did I keep you waiting?” he asked and pulled the helmet off of the side of his motorcycle. His hair was wild and I could barely see his eyes in the darkness. My breath caught because I was so nervous.

  “No, I haven’t been here that long.” Even if he had kept me waiting a long time, I wouldn’t have minded it. He placed the helmet on my head and clasps the leather around my neck. A mixture of his cool finger tips on the side of my face and the cool air made my nipples hardened. I was glad that he couldn’t see it.

  “I won’t keep you out too long.” He sat back on the bike and helped me on behind him. I wrapped my arms around him and moved closer to him. His abs jerked when I touched him, but he relaxed after his initial shock.

  “Where are we going?” I asked once he started his engine and floored it.

  “Back to my place if that’s okay? There’s not many things opened at this time” I gasped. We were going back to his place this late? “I got pizza and Netflix.” He said laughing. I shivered, but I tried to keep my cool, like this wasn’t the first time that I’ve done something like this.

  “Oh I don’t mind at all. It sounds fun.” I held on to him thinking about what I should say or how I should act. All of this was so new to me. Would he really just want to hang out and watch a movie or was he expecting sex? I wasn’t so experienced, I’ve done it a few times just to get it out of the way but I didn’t do it often. Would he like my body if we did do it? Would he think that I was a slut for putting out so early? All these questions ran through my mind and I was brought out of my thoughts once we stopped in front of an apartment building.

  “Here we are,” Justin said and killed the engine. I got off of the bike and looked at the oversized building. It wasn’t the best building that I’ve ever seen, but it wasn’t run down either. “I live on the tenth floor,” he said helping me with my helmet. “It has a few elevators inside so you don’t have to walk.” He said again laughing. I smiled and followed him into the building. The lights were bright inside the building and that made me feel a tad bit better. Being in the dark with Justin made me feel weird, “You okay?” Justin asked me once we exited the elevator.

  “Yeah I’m fine,” I said and shot him another smile.

  “Cool, my place is the last door on the right. It’s open so you can go in.”

  “Aren’t you afraid someone might break in?” I asked him alarmed that he left his door open.

  “I wish someone would try to steal something out of my house.” He said with a fierce look on his face that made me shiver. “Nobody in this building is that stupid.” I reached his door and hesitated to open it. Was this really about to go down or were we just going to chill? I wanted to do this so it would be pointless to chicken out now.” I opened the door and was greeted by dim lights. “Make yourself a home,” he said and closed and locked the door.

  The front door opened to the living room and I was shocked by how much nice furniture he had. He had a long black sofa that wrapped around with a black love seat on the side of it. He had a giant flat screen TV build in
to his wall over a large fire place.

  “Wow,” I said. You wouldn’t be able to tell that his home was as nice as it was by judging the way that he dressed and where he lived. “Your house is pretty nice for a man.” He chuckled.

  “How many grown men’s houses have you been in? You don’t look like the type of girl to date older men.” He was right about that. All of the guys I’ve dated still lived at home and was the same age as me.

  “You’re the first actually since you’ve put it that way.” I blushed again embarrassed by my own stupidity.

  “You like pizza right? Guess I should’ve ask you before I dragged you in here.”

  “I love pizza,” I said then. Even though the circumstance to our meeting was questionable, he was acting like the perfect gentleman.

  “Cool, have a seat.” I sat on his oversized couch and focused my eyes on my hands. I didn’t know where to look and I definitely wasn’t going to stare at him. “You want some whiskey?” he asked without hesitation. I knew that he knew that giving a minor something to drink could get him in trouble, but I can tell that he didn’t care about any of that. Who would know anyways? I didn’t really drink, but I wanted to please him.

  “Yeah thank you.” He poured two glasses and walked over to me. He had brought the pizza box over to me and placed it down on the small table in front of the couch. He went back over to the counter for the bottle.

  “Get as much as you want,” he nodded his head towards the pizza. He sat down close to me. I watched him from the corner of my eye down his drink and I mirrored his motions. The liquid burned going down my throat and I couldn’t help but to cough. “Easy now,” he said patting my back. “You good?” he asked once my coughing died down.

  “Yeah, just haven’t had whiskey in a while,” I never drunk whiskey before, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. He reached towards the table for the bottle and refilled our drinks.

  “Let’s see what they got on Netflix,” he said signing onto his account. I wanted some of my anxiety to die down, so I picked up my drink and downed it again. I coughed, but not as much as I did the first time. By the time he found something good to watch, I was completely wasted. “You’re a light weight,” he said chuckling in my ear.

  “No I’m not,” my words slurred and I began seeing double. “I’m just not an alcoholic like you!” I shot back at him and he laughed. He grabbed a piece of pizza and took a bite out of it all the while he was looking at me with his deep pools of darkness.

  “You’re kind of sexy when you’re not tense,” I blushed.

  “You’re kind of sexy in general,” I countered feeling light headed and at ease. My nervousness and anxiety flew out of the window once the whiskey took over my body. He smiled at me and placed his hand on my thigh and I tingled to his touch.

  “Enough chit chat,” he said moving his hand up to grope between my legs. “Let’s handle business.”

  Chapter Five

  He lied on top of me after he pulled my hoodie over my mass of curls and palmed my breasts through my tank top. His shirt was off revealing several battle wounds. I wanted to ask him how he got them, but I was too aroused to utter a single word.

  “You’re so soft,” Justin said as he trailed kisses down my neck. His fingers moved fast and his tongue moved even faster. I felt him throbbing against my legs and it turned me on to know that I turned him on. He gripped my legs and pulled my pants down with a quickness exposing my panties. “You’re sexy all over,” he said and kissed my thighs.

  “Ah!” I shivered as he nipped and licked at the exposed area. “I… I want to see you too,” I said breathlessly. He looked up at me and smiled. He pulled down his pants revealing his hard on and pulled it through the slit of his boxers.

  “See?” he asked teasingly. I blushed and nodded my head. “Touch it,” he whispered. I leaned up and wrapped my hand around him. He was incredibly hard and hot to my touch. He sat back on the couch and allowed me to take control. I stroked him softly and hard then slow and fast. I touched it according to the sounds that he made. “Let’s see how much you can fit into your mouth.” My face reddened when he said that. I looked over at him, still slightly dizzy and he looked at me with lust filled eyes. “Come on,” he said gently. He leaned forward and grabbed my tank top and pulled it over my head. I didn’t expect to take my hoodie off so I didn’t bother to put a bra on. He rubbed my nipples with his thumb and index finger. “Come on,” he said again and this time I obliged.

  He was too big for my mouth, but I tried to fit as much of him in as possible, which I could only manage a few inches. “Just like that,” he moaned as I bobbed my head up and down his length. He throbbed in my mouth making my jaws hurt and I had to keep coming off of him in order to catch my breath. He turned off the TV and all that could be heard was obscene sucking noises. “That’s enough,” he said and pushed me off of him. In my drunken stupor I looked back at him in confusion.

  “Was that not good?” my words slurred and he smiled at me.

  “It was fantastic, but I want more now.” He said and pushed me down on the couch. He reached down towards my overly wet panties and pulled them off. “You look good down here too,” he said and I blushed again. I leaned off of the couch and grabbed the whiskey bottle. I needed a lot more booze in me if I was going to do this. I almost felt like this situation was sobering me up. Even though I know I wasn’t acting lady like, he let me drink out of the bottle as he stroked my cleft. I moaned into the bottle and I shivered. “Save some for later,” Justin said and took the bottle from me. Placing it down on the table, he took himself into his hand and slicked himself with my wetness.

  “Oh,” I moaned as I watched him pleasure himself. He leaned down and bit my right nipple hard and I yelped in pain. He moved over to my left one and did the same thing. Even though it hurt, it felt good as well.

  “I’ll be as gentle as possible, but I’m at my limit here.” Justin said as he began pushing into me.

  “A condom,” I gasped as the head of his penis pushed into me.

  “I’ll pull out; I can’t walk to the other room to get one. I want you now,” in my drunken state, I chose to believe that he’d pull out of me. I wasn’t on the pill and I didn’t know if he was clean or not. At that particular moment though, I couldn’t think of anything but the feel of him inside of me.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I moaned in ecstasy when he decided to take me at a quick pace. He was sucking on my neck and gripping my leg with every thrust that he made.

  “You like that? Do you like how I make you feel?” he asked as I writhed in pleasure under him.

  “Oh yes,” I said my eyes hazy in lust. The few times that I’ve had sex wasn’t much to brag about, but I never knew that it could feel as good as this. Justin chuckled and bit my shoulder.

  “You feel good too, nice and tight.” The way that he was talking to me was bringing me closer and closer to my release. By the way that I was moaning and squirming under him, I could tell that he knew this for a fact. “When you’re coming, I want you to grind hard against me.” He said into my ear and his pounded became harder and much more frantic.

  “I can’t!” I screamed as I felt an unknown feeling taking over my body and a few seconds later, I found my hips moving roughing against his pelvis.

  “There you go, come for me” he moaned and I felt him thicken inside of me. My orgasm was hard and I could barely catch my breath once my tremors died down. “Here I come,” he gasped and just when I thought he was going to explode inside of me, he pulled out emptying his love on my stomach and chest. He stroked himself a few more times as the last drops fell out of him and chuckled. “Freak,” he whispered to me and licked my neck with his long and thick tongue. It felt so good that I almost wanted him again, but I knew that it was getting late.

  “Where’s…. where’s your bathroom?” I barely got out. My head was spinning and I felt like I needed to throw up. He bit my earlobe and nibbled on it.

  “Get up and turn left.�
� He said and got up off of me. He grinned as he helped me up, like he accomplished an important mission. I rejected his offer to help me to the bathroom, if I threw up, I didn’t want him to see that. Once I had found his bathroom, I shut it, locked it, and crumpled to the floor with my head over the toilet.

  Chapter Six

  When I woke up a few hours later, my head felt like it was going to split open. Justin brought me home at around five o’clock this morning. It was still dark outside so I was able to climb back through my window without detection, but I swerved and wobbled and at first thought I wasn’t going to make it. Justin asked if he could just walk me home, but I said no. Just in case I did get caught, I didn’t want to be caught with a guy, a grown man at that! I fell instantly to sleep, but woke up a few hours later to banging on my door. My head felt like it was splitting in two.

  “Leah! Why are you still sleeping? Why is this door locked?” my mother screamed from the other side of the door. I wanted to scream shut up because I was severely hung over, but that only would’ve made the situation worse.

  “Mom please, I don’t feel well.” after a few attempts to speak, I was finally able to manage those words.

  “What’s wrong with you? Open the door so I can see you.” My mom was being too pushy.

  “Please mom, just let me sleep.” I said again groaning and for a moment I thought my mom walked away because it was so silent.

  “Fine,” she said after a while. “I’ll put your plate in the refrigerator, so get some rest.” I was thankful when I heard her walking away. My head fell back onto the pillow and I went back to sleep.

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  I woke up again to my phone vibrating against my cheek. I poked my head from under the covers and saw that I received a text message. It was from Justin: