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

by Stephanie Brother

  “I did,” he said, moving a stray tendril of hair out of my eyes. It sounded romantic, but after all I had fallen asleep with wet hair, and they were all stray tendrils; I probably looked like Medusa the Gorgon with snakes for hair. “Sorry about that. Things seemed kind of heated with you and your mom, and you were starting to get really loud. I was worried.”

  “Nah you’re probably right,” I conceded, rubbing my head and then throwing back the pills. “I think she knows, anyway.”

  “Knows what?” His face was a bit panicked.

  “That I’m in love with you.” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Stupid alcohol.

  Bon scooched down so that he was laying down next to me.

  “You what?” He asked slowly, eyes wide, face close to me. I could hear his heart beating. Fast and fervent.

  “I dunno,” I said, looking away quickly and covered my face with my hands. Then I figured it was already out, and I might as well go all the way. “I love you Bon. I am sorry, but I always have.”

  He reached out, and ran his finger down the side of my face. “Well… I love you too, Kel.”

  “You… do?” I asked softly. I was suddenly conscious of my lips. Maybe it was that he was staring at them so intently. Suddenly he covered my lips with his own, kissing me in a way he never had before. Sure we had shared a lot of kisses, but this was special. Tender, wild, insatiable. I was becoming breathless, my mind filling with white light, filled with love and dreams, all becoming one thing, and that was the thing that was happening right now. I was so fully in the moment, every particle of my being focused on Bon and his lips, his eyes, his hands that were softly taking in every inch of my body. And then firmly grabbing on to me, arms enclosing me, hands grasping me. I held on to him too, grabbing around his broad shoulders, the texture of his skin on my palms as I searched. Our bodies were communicating, loving, needing.

  He pulled off my shirt, and my bra was all that was between us, a flimsy bit of fabric that didn’t have much longer to remain. In seconds, it was gone, and then his lips were on my nipple, sucking and licking it, tongue running over the tip as he cupped my breasts, moving from tip to tip. He looked up at me with a special smile and I weaved my fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth back to my breasts and arching my back to meet it.

  “Oh my god, Kelly, you’re so beautiful, so sexy,” he said, before running his mouth down my center, circling my belly button, and then slowly sliding my track pants down past my hips. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and he peeled off the fabric to reveal me completely, licking and kissing the skin of my thighs before burying his face gently in my folds, tongue glossing silkily over my most tender skin. I was gasping, groaning softly, as he expertly sucked my clit and when he entered me with one finger, then two, I bucked against him, and wrapped my legs around his shoulders.

  “Oh Bon,” I moaned, looking out his window at the night sky, the stars, hearing the quietness that the party had come to, yet the most exciting it had been all night.

  His hand moved in and out as his tongue slipped and swirled, and a delicious tension built in me, perfectly, crescendoing to a peak before exploding in a sea of tiny stars, tiny explosions in my mind rippling out in waves against him. I was coming all over him, convulsing against him, hair a mess, mouth open, eyes shut tight.

  Then I was weak, collapsed against the bed.

  “That was amazing, Bon!” I whispered.

  “Was? It’s not done yet,” he smiled, pulling down his own track pants and revealing his Adonis belt, his tattoos leading down to the bouncing length he uncovered, that beautiful cock that I had loved, coveted, needed. I immediately pulled myself up and brought my lips to it, as he kneeled on the bed, his turn to wrap my hair around his fingers as he caressed my head.

  The mushroom head was soft and spongy, and as I swiped it with the tip of my tongue he jerked in pleasure. I took it in my mouth, massaging the thick length, and following my movements with my mouth and lips. I looked up at him and saw the tenderness in his eyes as I traced the knot on the underside of his cock with my tongue, and took him in further.

  “You’re the best, Kelly,” he moaned, hips going forward and back, until he was pressing his way into my throat a bit. I swallowed him in as much as I could, taking him deeper, as I clutched his ass, loving the feelings of his butt muscles contracting under my hand.

  He got wilder, and wilder still, until he pulled out suddenly.

  “Kelly,” he started, looking up at me from under heavy lids, “Look if we keep doing this, I am going to come, and I don’t want to come this way. I want to come inside you.”

  “Are you sure we should?” I asked.

  “Well are you on the pill?”

  “No,” I admitted.

  “Well I think I do want to have a baby with you someday,” he said, and my heart thrilled. “But I think we should wait a bit, until I have an apartment and stuff…”

  “Yeah,” I said, trying not to let any disappointment show. After all, he did say one day…

  “But I would love to have sex with you – make love with you even – right now. I have a condom,” he said, eyes crinkling with concern.

  “Yes, please,” I said so quickly it made him laugh a bit. “Let’s.”

  “Yes,” he said. “Let’s.”

  He went over to his dresser, stark naked body still a work of art in the dim light, and came back, fully sheathed. He climbed onto the bed, and I held out my hand.

  “You’re sure, right?”

  “I’m so sure, Bon,” I said, kissing him again. “So sure.”

  When he entered me, he took his time, easing in a little, and a little. Finally he made it all the way in, murmuring. “God you feel so good, Kelly, you’re so tight…”

  I wrapped my legs around him. So happy to finally have him in my arms, and deep inside me.

  “I love you, I love you,” I breathed as he fucked me, his cock filling me up and emptying me like no one ever had before. The white light behind my eyelids was coming back, until I almost felt like we were floating on air, our hips rolling in time with one another like waves crashing against the shore. I clutched his ass to me, its perfect roundness meeting my fingers grip until finally I came, and my contractions sent him over the edge, and he jerked into me, eyebrows knitted together, my name on his lips.

  When we were finally finished, we slept again, entwined together. Finally at peace.

  Chapter 12

  When I woke up in the morning, I realized I had slept in. Slept in! And I was still in Bon’s bed. I panicked. I ran into the basement bathroom, washed my face and raked a comb through my tangles. What would I tell my mother, she’ll be sure to freak out, oh shit ohshitohshit

  I leaned under the stream of the faucet and glugged in water, than splashed my face with it. I still looked like shit, but maybe I could persuade her that I had been up all night, or something, maybe Bon and I were talking, or maybe I had passed out on his floor. Maybe she wouldn’t be up, and I could sneak up the stairs again to my bed.

  Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

  Grabbing my bra, I put it on, and after that my top. Dressed. It was now or never, I figured. Go upstairs now, or never ever emerge into society again. I took one last look at Bon’s sleeping face, his muscular arms, his beautiful chest, and the tattoo that led to danger, sighed, and climbed the carpeted stairs back to civilization.

  It was quiet upstairs. There were traces of the party of the night before in that there was a plate here, a wine glass there, but mostly the place had been cleaned. I tiptoed through the rooms, figuring I would grab a glass of orange juice. Up early, home free, I thought, until I turned the corner. My mom was sitting there at the table, a cigarette in her hand. It was as yet unlit. My heart stopped for a moment.

  “Mom, what are you doing?” I asked, strolling over to take the cigarette.

  “Don’t worry, Kelly,” she admonished me. Her eyes looked older than before. A little tired, a little world-weary. “I’m not going
to smoke it, I just want it with me. So I could, you know, if I did want to.”

  “Mom, are you ok? What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly worried for her, and not me.

  “Kelly, I saw you last night. I saw the way you looked at Bon. And suddenly it all came clear to me. Why you had been resisting my attempts to make us a family, a real family.”

  “You… did?” I asked, nervously. “Um well –“

  “Never mind, you don’t have to lie. You’ve done nothing wrong, honey.” She pretended to tap the unlit cigarette onto a plate that held a piece of toast with a few bites missing. “I know it was me, I was the one who pushed my view of things on you, without considering how you might feel. How you do feel.” She ran her hand over her forehead and swept her hair out of her eyes. “I’ve been blind.”

  “It’s ok, mom,” I said, tears prickling my eyes. “It’s not your fault, either. You know I love you, right?”

  She patted my hand. “Of course I do. But you also love Bon. And when I married his father, I was so in love with him, that I didn’t realize how this might affect you.”

  “So… what are we going to do?”

  “I guess we are going to make some coffee and figure this out.” She went to stand up, but I stopped her. Walking over to the cupboard, my mind was swimming.

  “Oh mom, I’m so sorry. I know how much the idea of a perfect family means to you,” I said, once the coffee maker began to gurgle and quake with life. I sat down, trying not to make too much noise, and stared at the whorls in the wood of the kitchen table.

  “Yes, but it’s not everything. You mean more to me than all of that.” She tapped the unlit cigarette again, and took it into her mouth, pulling on the filter. “He loves you too, doesn’t he.”

  “Yes,” I said simply, even though the issue was anything but. “He does.”

  “Well I suppose one of you is going to need to move out,” she said. “I don’t want my daughter living with a man until she is ready, even if he is her stepbrother.” She offered me a weak smile, and I laughed.

  “Yes, I think he’s planning to move pretty soon,” I offered. “Once he can find a place that he can afford.”

  “Sure, that makes sense. Well maybe his father and I can help him get there a bit sooner,” she said, wheels turning.

  “I think he might want to do it on his own, though,” she said.

  “Oh he will,” she said determinedly, a little fire returning to her eyes. “No I’ll have him do some work for his dad’s business, or maybe some outdoor work around the house. Whatever he thinks is best, to keep up with the amount of money we might need to supplement him for a few months.”

  “Well I guess that’s fair.”

  “Yes.” She seemed to want to say something more, but her lips remained a bit tight. “Whatever happens, that Bon better treat you right.”

  “Oh he does, mom. He does!” A sigh came out of her then, of relief, of pent-up pain finally leaving her body. “He treats me wonderfully. It took a while for us to feel totally comfortable with each other, but now that we do, he’s really lovely.”

  “Ok, well I hope it stays that way. And I am happy for you,” she said, looking me in the eye pointedly and squeezing my hand hard. “I just want for your happiness, you know that.”

  “I do know, now,” I said. I couldn’t help but think back to the night before, Bon’s kisses, Bon’s love blossoming out of him like a rose.

  Epilogue

  So it was years ago, now, that Bon and I had that crazy time together. Now we are getting a little older, a little rounder, a little wiser. But we still have our foolish side, our loving, crazy, wild side. And he finally gave me the baby that I had foolishly wanted that night we were together. His name’s Colin, after Bon’s grandfather. Colin Ronald, after Bon. The baby was round, with sparkling eyes and chubby cheeks, an angel in a stroller bedecked with flame decals. Bon still liked to pretend he was a bad boy, and a bad boy had to have a bad baby.

  The rest of our family and friends came to accept our togetherness, as after some initial awkward conversations, they could see that we were together for the long run. Our time together was our business, and if we had anything to say about it, it would last forever. Like it or not.

  And we loved it.

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  “Have you seen that Carter Reagan? Oh my god, he’s so hot,” said Priss, one of the more popular freshman girls, as she flipped through a magazine.

  “I know! I totally have a picture of him over my bed,” said her friend. “I kiss it every night,” she giggled. They fought over the magazine on the cafeteria table, drooling over its spread pages more than they were over their neglected lunches.

  I frowned. Little did they know Carter Reagan, the famous model, was my long lost stepbrother. Honestly, it was painful just to hear his name. Carter had been my step since we were fifteen, and just skinny kids. I had nursed a crush on him from afar ever since the day he chased off some bullies who were tormenting me. I’ll never forget the way he stood up to them, even though at that time he was not much more than a boy, and certainly not the well-built man the girls admired now. Of course, I had to keep my feelings my dearest secret once I found out our parents were getting married, but there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t dream of him. It was a difficult time of my life, since my dad left, and Carter was my protector, my solace. His warm, crinkled blue eyes, his then boyishly thin, strong arms, and his soft-looking lips filled my dreams. I guess a lot of people felt similarly, because when he turned eighteen and bulked up, he was scouted by a modeling agency and in a whirlwind, Carter left Mistwell and went off to live in New York City. That was two years ago, and it still hurt.

  I’ve never left our town, and even after I graduated I decided to stick around and volunteer at the high school while I looked for a job and figured out what I wanted to do with my life. Our family didn’t have a lot of money, so if I were to attend college, I’d have to fund it myself. Carter was making huge dollars off in New York, but he didn’t send anything back to us in Mistwell. Not that he necessarily should have to. It’s just that we could really use it – especially me, if I were to ever get out of here. But, he doesn’t owe me anything. Of course, I’d be thrilled to work a more lucrative job than volunteer work, if there was anything in town to be had. I had been pounding the pavement for weeks, months, but this volunteer position was the only thing I could find. It would look good on applications whenever there was an opportunity, was what I told myself. When you don’t have a ticket out like Carter, you make do with what you can. And when you do have a ticket out, maybe you make short work out of forgetting your stepsister, no matter how close you may have been.

  As I wiped down the desks in the classroom and threw away the garbage, including the rest of the magazine those girls had torn out his pictures out of, I noticed my hands were trembling. I guess I’d been in denial. I thought there was no way I would have to endure hearing Carter’s name at Mistwell High, as it had been years since he had attended school there. But I guess he was just that famous, now, and not for chasing bullies or being on the wrestling team or for being crowned prom king. No, famous for real.

  I would s
ee his picture sometimes in the tabloids, with this or that famous or up-and-coming model on his arm, always looking so sophisticated in his Varvatos clothes and Prada sunglasses. Behind the shades, I tried to see the skinny kid that seemed to care about the girl who was his plain, unpopular stepsister, the boy who had held her in his arms when she cried, but it was tough. Was he gone forever? Like my dad?

  One of the only times he had come into town was during the Christmas holidays. It was his 19th birthday on New Years, after being gone a year, and he barely spent a minute with us, rather going out with all his old friends from Mistwell High.

  “Heather!” he said, looking at me as if for the first time. I had changed quite a bit in the last year, growing into my body and learning how to do makeup and dress, but the way he looked at me with his eyes popping out, you would have thought I had two heads. “You look great! We gonna hang out this week?”