Stepbrother: Impossible Love

by Victoria Villeneuve

  “If you want her to change direction, pull the rein firmly, but not too hard, in the direction you want her to go. Pull back if you want her to stop.

  “Will she listen to me?”

  “Yes, definitely. She’s been raised with people her whole life. You’re not going to have a problem.”

  Jack was definitely right. We reached a fork in the path pretty quickly and as he led Brownie to the left, I pulled firmly on Perdita’s reins and she followed him.

  “Good girl, thank you,” I whispered to her as she walked along, stroking her mane once more. This was fun!

  “Enjoying yourself?” Jack asked, as if he could read my mind.

  “Definitely!” I replied.

  “Good. You’ll have to get actual riding gear if you want to do this regularly, otherwise all your clothes are going to start smelling like horses. Do you want to keep going?”

  “I definitely do.”

  “Do you want to learn how to trot?”

  “I’m really not sure what that is, but yes.”

  Another smile from Jack.

  “A trot is sort of like a jog. Not as fast as a canter, but faster than a walk.”

  “OK, let’s do it.”

  “The important thing here is to relax, and get into the rhythm. If you tense up, you’re going to get bounced around. You want to let your body move in rhythm with the horse. When we walk, give her a slightly harder kick, and she’ll start trotting after us.”

  Jack started off by doing it with his horse, and I watched as they sped off into the distance. That was a trot? It already seemed way too fast. Perdita seemed anxious to follow, and as soon as I hit her side again she did, and I immediately clutched at her mane, feeling like I was going to fall off.

  Every single time her legs hit the ground it felt like I was being shot into the air. I remembered what Jack said and tried to relax, and tried to move my body with the horse. Slowly, but surely, I started to feel a little bit more comfortable. Then it started being fun! The air was whipping through my hair, like a quick breeze. I leaned forward and enjoyed the sensation of Perdita running underneath me, which we did until finally coming to a stop when we reached the end of the property and were along the side of the road.

  “Do you want to go into town?” Jack asked.

  “Sure,” I replied. To be honest, I would have done anything to keep this day going. After all, Jack was being nice to me! What was this all about?

  When we got closer to the actual town Jack helped me off the hose (I waited for two cars to pass so that no one would see me, but I got off without any sort of spectacular embarrassment) and tied the reins up to a post on a nearby fence. It was interesting how we were so close to the city, and yet still far enough away that attaching your horse to a fence while you went in to get lunch was a totally normal thing.

  Making our way down the sleepy streets of the quaint English town, Jack and I eventually found ourselves in a little café, one of those sleepy places with a dozen tables that feels like it’s been there for decades.

  “So, why are you being so nice to me?” I asked when we sat down. I wanted answers.

  “I figured I owed you after you covered for me with the cops. You were right. I could have gotten in a lot more trouble than just with the law for a little while. Oliver’s dad is fuming apparently that the cops haven’t arrested me. Luckily, they know what Oliver’s reputation is, so I don’t think they especially care about arresting someone.”

  “Who is Oliver’s dad anyway? He kept telling me that I didn’t want to mess with someone like him. So many people here have a pedigree longer than most dog show winners, I can’t keep track of who is baron of what and who’s the duke of where.”

  “Oliver’s dad is in the House of Lords. One of the inherited seats. I can’t remember which one. Apparently Oliver thinks this makes all women available to him, whether or not they say yes.”

  “A friend of mine had heard rumours of the sort. She told me when I turned him down.”

  “Yeah, they’re probably all true. Give him long enough and he’ll be a rapist, if he isn’t already.”

  “So how do you know all this?”

  “I make it my business to know things. When you get in as much trouble as I do, it comes in handy to have dirt on people.”

  “So why come and save me, anyway?”

  Jack shrugged. “Is it enough to believe I’m a decent human being?”

  “No. Because you’re not. And don’t act offended, you make damn sure everyone knows you’re not.”

  I got a sly smile out of Jack for that remark.

  “You can keep trying to figure me out. It won’t work.”

  We stared at each other, neither one of us wanting to be the one to break eye contact. It was a battle of the wills, a battle I certainly didn’t know the meaning to, but something kept me in it. An unspoken connection passed between us. I could feel my blood beginning to heat up as things intensified. I really, really wish I knew why he still had this effect on me.

  Suddenly, the moment was broken by the waitress who had come over from the other side of the counter.

  “Are you ready to order yet?” she asked. Like a candle that had just been extinguished, the spark passing between us disappeared, nothing more than a wisp of smoke that vanished in an instant.

  “Surprise me,” Jack told her, handing her the menu. I scanned it quickly.

  “I’ll have the house chilli, with a baked potato on the side,” I told her, handing her the menu. “And a diet coke.”

  “Will do, won’t be long.”

  “So how’s your mom doing?” Jack asked, changing the subject.

  “She’s fine. She’s revelling in the attention now. She’s always been a hypochondriac – but don’t ever tell her I told you that. When she was in the hospital she was pretty panicked, apparently. I guess she wasn’t used to something actually being wrong with her. But now she’s milking it for all its worth, I overheard her telling the cook all about diabetic specific recipes the other day.”

  “I guess that’s good, in a way.”

  “Yeah, it is good. It means she’s back to normal. Are you going to come to the wedding?”

  Jack shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s going to bring back some… memories.”

  I could tell from the way his eyes clouded over that I’d touched a nerve. I remembered his mother had passed away, and I suddenly felt bad for bringing it up.

  “So what is it that you do in that secret life of yours?” I asked, completely changing the subject.

  “Like I’d tell you, sis,” he replied, as the waitress came by with our food. Jack ended up with a BLT and fries, and my baked potato was the size of a small baby.

  “Wow, I did not know potatoes came in this size,” I muttered as I stared at the giant pile of carbs sitting in front of me.

  “They must be from Yorkshire,” Jack told me with a laugh. “Up north the potatoes are the size of watermelons.”

  “No kidding,” I added, cutting a quarter of the potato and putting it in my chilli.

  We ate our food in silence, then when we were finished Jack paid the check and we left. Our horses were still on the posts, and this time I managed to get up onto Perdita without needing Jack’s help.

  We trotted back to the stables, and half an hour later Jack was putting the horses away.

  “Thanks for today, Jack,” I told him. “But I’m still not sure about why you’re being so nice to me.”

  “This is why,” Jack told me, coming out of the stables and pulling me towards him. He was so strong, my hips were thrust against his like I weighed nothing.

  Gasping, my hands instinctively went to his chest, and I inhaled sharply as I looked up at Jack. I could see the desire in his eyes, sense it in his face. He wanted me, and I couldn’t pretend anymore. I wanted him. Needed him. No matter how much of an asshole he could be, there was no denying the physical attraction there.

  It was a still January, and all I was wearing was a sw
eater, but I felt like I was burning up as Jack’s mouth found mine. He leaned down and kissed me, hard, taking me with his body. It was like he needed me, like I was the only thing that could save him. The passion, the force of it drove me mad with desire as I closed my eyes to better feel the sensations beginning to course through my body.

  On the other side of the stables was a small cabin, obviously it had been a former staff quarters, but long since abandoned.

  Jack guided me towards the door, which he pushed open. The inside was sparsely furnished, but cozy, and looked like it could have been lived in now. In fact, the heat was definitely on, and it wasn’t just my desire building up.

  I saw a mischievous look in Jack’s face just before he hoisted me over his shoulder with a single quick movement, causing me to squeal in surprise. I had never imagined I was the shape that men would like to carry me, but evidently I was wrong.

  In seconds Jack had covered the few feet between the entrance and the bedroom, and he lowered me onto the bed, causing the old springs in the mattress to creak under the sudden weight of my body.

  “You have no idea what you do to me, Jules,” Jack rasped as he ripped his polo shirt off. The taught muscles underneath bulged with every movement he made, and I felt my breath come more raggedly as I imagined myself running my hands through his chest hair, over his chiselled pecs, down towards his nether regions…

  I could see his erection under his pants, his growing desire, and it immediately elicited radiating pleasure from my own sex. Juices were starting to spill out of me, soaking my panties with my desire to have Jack inside of me.

  It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. And somehow that made it seem so much hotter. Just like the last time, once we had started, even though part of my brain was screaming at me to stop, I knew I wouldn’t.

  Watching as Jack fumbled with his belt, I grabbed my sweater and pulled it off, taking my bra with it. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to reveal every inch of my body to my brother, to have him see all of me.

  Yanking off his pants like they were on fire, Jack exposed himself to me. His shaft was long, hard and definitely ready for action. I was expecting him to climb on top of me, to take me right there, but to my surprise, Jack undid my jeans, pulled them and my panties off in a single swift motion, then pulled me towards the edge of the bed so my legs hung over the edge. Kneeling down, I felt his hot breath on my sex and gasped with pleasure and surprise.

  I’d never let any man do this to me before, and I inhaled sharply as I felt a few days’ worth of stubble – soft and yet bristly at the same time – press against my nether regions. His tongue, like velvet against my skin, slipped through the folds of my sex, bringing me so much pleasure I involuntarily arched my back against the mattress and clutched at the blanket covering it.

  “Ohhhh Goddddd,” I cried out as he moved slowly, tantalizingly slowly, up and down my slit. I wanted to scream, I wanted to make him go faster, make him keep doing this forever. Tingles ran up and down my spine as his tongue began to dart in and out of me, sliding into my sex.

  I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed at Jack’s hair as he continued to pleasure me with his tongue.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, just as the pleasure began to course through my body with an energy that I just couldn’t store anymore, that I needed release, he stopped. I moaned in protest, but soon Jack satisfied me once more, his tongue finding the nub of my clit.

  Gasping as my body began to tremble with pleasure once more, I knew I was so close to orgasm.

  “I’m going to come, ohhhh,” I cried out as the sensations coursing through me bubbled over and became too much to handle. My back arched as I pressed my sex into Jack’s face, my body overcome with pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned as I focused on nothing but the waves of pleasure washing over me, taking me to new heights of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t anything. For a few seconds, I was in limbo, in a purgatory of pleasure I never wanted to leave.

  It felt like an eternity and only seconds at the same time, but eventually the orgasm passed and I came back down to earth. My legs were weak, I was completely spent, and yet I could already feel the desire building inside me again. My body wasn’t done yet, I wanted Jack inside me again.

  I very quickly got what I wanted.

  “Now it’s my turn, I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Jack told me, grabbing me and flipping me over, then hoisting my hips up towards him so I was forced on my hands and knees. It had taken only seconds, but he was now behind me, with the hardness of his shaft rubbing against the juices of my sex.

  Before I knew it he was pressed against my entrance, and sliding inside of me. He waited, letting my walls stretch to accommodate his girth. It didn’t hurt as much as last time, but was still enough of an intrusion that I began to moan.

  I closed my eyes as Jack began to pound in and out of me. He grabbed my hair, pulling it, hard enough to pull my head back and turn me on even more, but not so hard that it hurt.

  “Do you like that?” he asked as he entered me, in and out, over and over.

  “I like it. I like it,” I moaned back. With every thrust of his body inside of me I pushed back, thrusting hard against him, matching his every stroke.

  The pressure built up inside me once more, and I knew I was going to come again. With every thrust Jack let out a little grunt, and as they got harder and more frequent, I knew he was coming close to his own orgasm.

  “I’m going… oh God, I’m going to come,” I cried out again, and as the now familiar waves of pleasure washed over my body, I could feel Jack coming inside of me as well, pressing inside of me as hard as he could, his hard shaft spurting his seed deep inside my sex.

  We collapsed on the bed together, both of us completely spent. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, the only sound that of my and Jack’s breathing mingling together.

  I didn’t know what was going to happen now. Once could be considered an accident, a mistake, succumbing to lust, trying to get it out of my system. Twice was a habit.

  And I had to be honest: it was a habit I didn’t want to stop.

  “So, where do we go from here?” I asked Jack. “Is this just sex, or is it more?”

  Jack grinned as he looked over at me. “You’re not really one for subtle hints, are you?”

  “I can never pick up when people are hinting at me, so I never do it myself.”

  He got up and swung his legs over the bed, reaching down to grab his pants.

  “I think we should see each other again. You know, maybe go out and stuff. I promise I won’t be as much of an asshole. How’s that sound, Jules?”

  I actually liked how he called me Jules. Everyone else used my full name, his little nickname made me feel loved.

  “I’d like that. But we have to keep it secret. I mean, we’re not blood relatives, but I’m not sure people are going to be especially open-minded about it if we were openly in a relationship.”

  “Works for me.”

  With that he slipped on his pants, then came over and kissed me softly on the lips.

  “I’ll see you around then. Don’t worry about cleaning up or anything, no one comes here except me so I’ll handle it, this is my secret hideout,” Jack told me as he threw on his shirt and left the cabin.

  “For sure,” I replied. Had I just gotten into a relationship with my brother? The asshole that I hated for months after moving here? I was pretty sure I had.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “That’s so weird. I wonder what changed,” was Tina’s reply when I told her about Jack taking me out horseback riding. Of course, I left out a few details. Namely the sexy times we had in the cabin afterwards.

  “I guess he was just really glad that I stopped him from getting in trouble with the cops and probably the University as well.”

  “Yeah. But still, most people if they’re assholes to begin with will always be assholes.”

  “T
rue. I guess he’s realized that our parents are going to get married in a few months so I’m here to stay. I don’t really know,” I answered, shrugging. And the truth was, I still didn’t know. There were so many secrets behind Jack’s bad boy veneer, and I knew I wasn’t coming close to discovering any of them.

  “Well, since he’s not the biggest douchebag ever, I want dibs on him, seeing how hot he is.”

  I burst out laughing. “Absolutely not. He’s going to officially be my brother in a few months, he is off limits.”

  “Fine,” Tina replied, giggling. “But if he has any equally hot friends that you can meet now, you have to let me know.”

  “Not a chance, I’m keeping them for myself,” I replied, sticking my tongue out at her. “Meet your own group of super hot guys.”

  Before Tina had a chance to reply the professor came into the room and immediately demanded silence to begin the lecture. Tina and I rolled our eyes at each other, seeing as it never took longer than fifteen seconds or so for the whispers to die down, her reaction was completely overblown, but whatever.

  After class we were at the gym with Annie, where I filled her in on the previous days’ events as well, when I suddenly got a text.

  “Oh, Jack wants to catch up for dinner later,” I told them as I read the text and replied “sure, you pick the place.”

  “Well I’m actually glad that you’re getting along with him now. He was definitely making your life pretty hellish before, so it’s good that he’s cooled it and you can have a real relationship now. I mean, he’s still your brother, so he’s still going to annoy you, but honestly, I can’t imagine life without my brothers, as annoying as they are. I’d still much rather have them than not.”

  “We’ll have to see how long this truce between Jack and I lasts then. I’m still not convinced that he isn’t going to change his mind and decide he hates me tomorrow.”

  “No, he won’t. I bet it’s because of that douchebag Oliver. When he found you, his protective instincts reared. Even if you’re not his real sister, you’re still family now, and I think that made him realize that.”