Stepbrother Rogues: A Steamy Three-Story Collection (A Bundle of Standalone Stories featuring Rebel Stepbrothers)

by Stephanie Brother

  “Huh?” I looked at him square in the eye.

  “This isn’t how I do things, Michelle.”

  “Umm, well how do you do things?”

  He kissed me again, hard, abruptly, but sexily.

  “Come to my apartment tomorrow night, 8 sharp, and I will show you.”

  ***

  The next day I was freaking out. What was I doing? Would I go to Lex’s place? Despite my worry, somehow I knew I would go. I debated whether to tell Candace, and finally found myself dialing her digits on my phone. We made plans to go to the coffee place again, though I hoped she wouldn’t be so loud this time.

  As I told her what happened, I got what I wished for. She was speechless, eyes wide Finally she spoke, haltingly.

  “Oh. My. God. What are you going to do?”

  I just shook my head.

  “Are you going?”

  “I think I am. I don’t know how I feel about it but I am not sure I can stay away.”

  “You know, that is kind of sexy. I am glad that he didn’t take advantage of you when you were feeling a bit drunk.”

  “Yeah, I guess that’s in his favor. Maybe he’s a bit better than I thought. But what the hell does he mean by ‘how he does things?’ That’s so weird.”

  “I dunno, do you think he is going to wine and dine you? All we know is that ‘how he does things’ probably doesn’t have much to do with having sex with your soon-to-be stepsister in a car.”

  “Yeah, that’s really all we know.” Suddenly a thought occurred to me. “Maybe he’s a furry! He needs to wear his Garfield the Cat suit.”

  She snorted. “Maybe he is an adult baby! He needs you to diaper him!”

  “Shh!” I looked around, laughing. “Someone will hear you!”

  She got serious. “But what could it really mean?”

  “What indeed. He’s always been a bit of a sadist. Maybe it has to do with something like that.”

  “I guess that’s not beyond the realm of possibility. I still am leaning toward the wine and dine your stepsister thing.”

  I considered it. “I could use a good meal. I’ve barely been able to eat today from this cheap wine hangover.”

  “Just think, in a week it’ll be all over, you’ll be back at college and you can forget all this drama ever happened.”

  “It’s true. I do want to forget it! And I want you to come visit me there as soon as you get the time.” It was great having a best friend. What would I do without her? Of course I was feeling I might need her same time tomorrow, if I go through with ‘how he does things’ tonight.

  ***

  I went to the mall. I always do some of my best thinking when I am shopping. I had already been to the spa a bit earlier that week for the wedding, as a special mother-daughter treat, so all I needed to do was get something sexy to wear. I already felt a bit out of control, I mean, why was I meeting a guy I have always hated? That’s the power of hormones. Still there was more to it than that. I never felt more alone than when my dad died. I was a daddy’s girl, and watching cancer eat away at him was the loneliest I have ever felt. Seeing the pain in Lex’s eyes when he was manning that donation table, and staying with it all night, made me think that he was one of the few people that could understand what I went through, since he went through it himself. Maybe it was just that he was sexy, but if that were it, I would probably continue just to hate him from afar.

  I picked up a short slinky little black dress, my size, on sale. It had a bit of a chain detailing the a halter, which gave it a kind of dangerous feel. It wasn’t my usual style, but neither was meeting up with Lexington. Lots of firsts this week. I had a perfect pair of heels to put on with it, little cut out strappy sandal booties that flashed a glimpse of skin. It would be badass. I paid and went home, ready for the evening to begin. I found myself counting the minutes as I showered and put on my makeup. I had it bad. But who wouldn’t, after that hard rush of kisses! Just thinking of it made my insides turn over and I had to steady myself against the bathroom counter. His face flashed in my mind, and the feel of his lips. Why do you have to be such a fucking sexy asshole, Lex? And have the key to my heart at the same time?

  ***

  I waited outside his apartment building. These shoes were already getting a bit uncomfortable, but it didn’t matter because they looked so good. Kind of like Lex. I heard the buzzer and pushed against the door. My breath was catching a bit in my chest. There was no doubt I was nervous.

  Walking up the stairs I half wanted to just turn around and leave. The sound of my heels against the stair case was like a clock ticking, or a heartbeat. Click click. Click click. Ask not for whom the heart beats. It beats for thee, and thy strange stepbrother.

  I got in front of the door and realized I was shaking a little. I wiped my hands on my skirt and as I raised my fist to knock on the door, I almost changed my mind and ran the other way. But before I could knock, the door opened.

  “Hi Michelle,” Lex said, calmly, confidently. “Come in.” He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, open a little at the collar, exposing his tanned neck and a peek of chest underneath his perfect stubble. I just wanted to pounce on it, if I were to be completely truthful.

  “Thanks,” I said, looking around the room. It was spare, modern, dark. The walls were grey, and the furniture black, with some highlights of red. Red glass, red in the painting. One wall was brick. It was actually quite beautiful if a bit somber.

  “Drink?” He said, gesturing to a pretty full shelf of bottles. “I’ve got some better stuff than we had last night, no offense to our folks or anything.”

  “Yes, please. Whatever you recommend.” My voice was barely audible. He really had me shook, that was for sure.

  “I know just the thing.” He turned his back to mix us both drinks, and I watched him move, graceful and catlike, as he poured a few things into a mixer. “I don’t know if you know this but I used to bartend, so I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

  “I bet you do.” It was out before I could stop it, and more suggestive than I mean. Lex turned his head toward me and gave me another one of his devilish grins. I could feel myself blushing, but I couldn’t pull the words back into my mouth.

  He handed me a drink, and we sat down on the leather couch. I took a sip.

  “What is this? It’s delicious.”

  “It’s a cocktail I invented a while back. Still needs a good name.

  Cocktail. I had a flashback to us as kids, but I don’t think he remembered. After all he probably made that joke for awhile, before retiring it. Huh. Well maybe this time my tail wants your cock, ever thought of that? But that’s all I want from you.

  He took a sip as I watched him. It was almost like my eyes were magnetically drawn to him.

  “Look Michelle, I hope you understood what I meant last night when I said that was not the way I did things.”

  “Actually, no. I didn’t understand. What did you mean by that.”

  “Well I guess it’s a bit complicated.”

  Lex looked at me in his commanding fashion, blue eyes skewering me. There was something really dark in them. Shit, I trembled a bit. I didn’t know if it was from fear, or excitement, or what – but when he faced me like that, his eyes could strip away in me any inhibition, any reluctance, and reveal only some kind of thrill, and then pure desire for him, even for the punishment of his cock. After he put his hand there last night, I knew I had to have it. Had to get what was coming to me. He’d been tormenting me for years, but never had he given me the pleasure he was clearly capable of doling out to hordes of women throwing themselves at him. Everything about him now screamed sex: his gorgeous face, his strong, sculpted body, his impish blue eyes all meant one thing. And not just any sex, but the kind of sex that would leave a girl screaming and squirming, sweaty and slick.

  Then abruptly, the look in his eye changed. “Hey, I’m not convinced we should do this. It’s almost as if we are related now.” His voice sounded firm and resolute, but just as
deliberately casual, belying his words, his hand met my breast, absently thumbing my nipple under the fabric of the dress and sending electric current through me straight to my clit. I gasped, my mouth falling open, but making no move to stop him. He looked down at my lips. “In fact, if you really want me to do this, you’re going to have to beg.”

  Oh God. Why do you have to be such a gorgeous douchebag?

  “I really want this Lex,” I breathed, almost inaudibly now, as my breath was caught up in the sensations from his thumb stroking my hardening nipple. He leaned in toward my ear.

  “I can barely hear you,” he growled. “I said, you have to beg. Say please.” All the while, his hand pinched my pebbled nipple, gently twisting, until I finally let out a moan, and my body suddenly felt a void – I was empty, in a way that only he could fill. And fill hard, over and over.

  “Please!” It came out involuntarily. There was nothing I wanted more than him to bend me over and abuse me with his massive cock, those hands on my hips, but I couldn’t tell him that… I thought I didn’t beg for anyone. But apparently my body wanted him enough that it just went right around the rationality of my brain and I found myself doing just that.

  “Can you handle me?” He asked. “Are you certain you can handle me, stepsister?”

  My hand reached for him, but instead of letting me touch him, he grabbed my wrist and twisted it a little. I made sure I didn’t cry out, since it seemed like a test. Then he got up.

  “Come with me,” he said roughly, and pulled me into the bedroom. I was already tingling and wet, I could feel my body preparing for him, wanting him. But he wasn’t going to let me have him. Not right away.

  ***

  I was tied to the bedposts, blindfolded, my beautiful dress still on, but pushed up around my hips, and the halter neckline opened around my décolletage. I couldn’t see anything really, except for hazy light through the soft silk. Suddenly there was a sensation of intense, wet cold on my throat. My breath hissed in through my teeth. It was ice, and Lex was tracing the lines of my neck, and my cleavage with it. He then followed the iciness with his mouth, sucking at me. My breasts tingled as the nipples pebbled – hard. I am sure he could see them through the thin fabric of the dress, and I know he probably knew the territory pretty well. He’d eyed them before.

  “You’ve got some great tits,” he said, almost as if he were thinking aloud.

  I could feel the thin fabric being pushed aside as the ice got closer and closer. It was exquisite, and almost excruciating, to feel that coldness against my skin – but when he followed it up with his soft, warm, wet lips, I squirmed with pleasure.

  “Oh Lex,” I moaned.

  He stopped, instantly.

  “Did I say you could speak?”

  Another test. I fell silent, unwilling to give up his attention on my body. No one had taken control of it before. He pulled off my bra, and traced around and around the nipple. I wanted to stop him and wanted to urge him on at the same time. My clit was on fire with each icy round of the cube. When it finally melted fully and he dragged his wet hand down to my clit, I suppressed a moan as he simultaneously took my nipple into his mouth and stroked my mound, teasing it and me again. I wanted him so bad, wanted to grab his cock and shove it inside me, wrap my legs around him and own him like he owned me but he woudn’t let me. He would never give up this kind of control.

  He licked and sucked me hungrily. “Oh my god, Miche, you are so fucking sexy you little thing. Why do you have to be my stepsister? You are making me so horny just being around me. I wanted to take you in the cake place. Eat you out. And then bend you over in the wedding hall. If I had my way I would be fucking you every night. Ever since we were teenagers I wanted you so bad.”

  I moaned, and felt him spank my ass. It stung. “I told you to keep quiet.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” he told me. “That’s what you call me now.”

  “I’m sorry, sir!” I had to admit, he was turning me on. I never thought I, as a strong woman, would be feeling so aroused by him. Was I always aroused by him? Is that why I had such a strong reaction to him? I just wanted to see him so badly. “Sir, can you take off my blindfold?”

  “That depends,” his voice held a kind of arrogant amusement. “Are you going to be a good little bitch?”

  “I am!” I would say anything to have this again. Anything.

  “Well then I will allow you to look at me.” He slowly unwound the silk around my eyes. “But if you disobey me I will have to punish you. You know that right?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Ok then.”

  I squinted as I opened my eyes, looking at him. His shirt was off now, and his gorgeous body was fully on display. He looked a little flushed in the face, and had been breathing heavy. His lips were even poutier than usual, and his eyes lidded. He seemed like he was a little in a dream. I wanted to reach out and stroke him, but I couldn’t. I bucked my hips a little instead, trying to move myself closer to him.

  He pushed a finger inside me, gently, insistently. Making me yelp a bit in pleasure.

  “You like that, don’t you.” Oh yes I did.

  He slowly, eyes on me, undid his jeans, and pulled them off. Then he pulled off the black boxer briefs that were barely concealing him. I finally got to see his cock, the monster he’d put my hand on the night before. It was beautiful, big mushroom head, girthy, veiny length. He stroked himself to his full length with one hand, while the other played with my breasts some more, roughly pulling my dress all the way to my waist. My breasts bounced a little as I squirmed with desire, wanting him, needing it.

  He pushed the head of his cock against my folds, stroking me with it, impossibly soft, skin to delicate skin, as he continued to play with my tits, pinching them. He leaned down to bite my nipple, supporting himself on one strong arm while continuing to stroke my opening. It was torture. Plain and simple. To be shown what he had and to not be able to squirm down onto it.

  “Miche,” he breathed. “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Oh god yes,” I said quickly, surprising myself more.

  “Then ask me for it.”

  “Lex, will you please fuck me? Hard?”

  “What did you call me?”

  “Sir, would you please…Please fuck the shit out of me?”

  “You know I will Miche,” he said, and pulling my nipple into his mouth, he slid straight into my wetness, inch by glorious inch, as I cried out. I couldn’t stay quiet, it was just too much. “Ah yeah, you’re so sweet and tight. Mmm yes… I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy all night.”

  We moved together as he stretched me to the max, and as I watched the emotions play across his face, it was as if we were fated to be this way, fated that he was to fuck me that night, and many more nights. Our whole childhood had led up to this moment, intertwined with our parents’ deaths and our parents’ marriage, now fitting together perfectly. Something happened to me that night as he stroked me into insensibility with his thick length, dominating me fully, claiming me. Somehow he fucked me into loving him. I could see the kid who wanted attention, the teenager who was abandoned, and the man who was so strong nothing could hurt him. Nothing could take advantage of him. He was in control. And he knew what to do with that control. When he was a kid, he had urges but no sense, no control, and now he took those urges and made a symphony out of them. I came again and again, all this hitting me like flashes of truth. Even under his dirty talk I could hear his love, his resentment, his desire, and the connection we had.

  He untied me to put me on top of him, to finish him off, holding me up in cowgirl position, and raising and lowering me on his cock.

  “Miche you’re so gorgeous, I have wanted to do this for so long, you feel so good on my cock. Come for me baby,” he said, face contorted. I felt myself break open in ripples all over his cock as I came again. Finally I felt the wetness as he jerked into me, coming himself, hard and inevitably. My hands grabbe
d his hips pulling him closer and closer inside me as I collapsed onto him.

  ***

  Candace and I stood at the bar, watching my mother dance with Lex.

  “So you guys are actually together now?”

  “Well yeah, as together as we can be,” I said.

  “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him. But at the same time, I could always see the spark in you when you talked about him.”

  “Well he’s not your regular guy,” I grinned. Kind of an understatement. “And I guess I am less of a regular girl than I thought, because now that I know him this way, I just can’t get enough.”

  “Well I can see that,” Candace smiled back. “You look amazing. All flushed and everything when you talk about him. When you guys walked down the aisle this afternoon he was looking at you in a way the best man doesn’t usually look at the maid of honor.”