Stepbrother for Christmas

by Amy Brent

  My mom sits at the breakfast counter. She made us eggs and bacon and has a plate sitting next to her for me. Oh, my god. Did she hear us last night? I panic internally. I tried my best to be quiet, but Dylan's cock felt unreal.

  "Good morning," she says overly cheerful. Whew, everything seems normal. Of course, I'm not sure how exactly she would handle the situation. I hope I never have to find out because I doubt it will ever be good. I take a seat next to her and begin to eat. My mom studies me for a minute.

  "What time do you think you'll be ready to leave?" I ask, taking a bite out of the bacon. She smiles.

  "Actually, it turns out Dylan was planning on visiting some of his buddies up at HU and has offered to drive you."

  The news makes me want to hug my mom. He isn't completely done with me.

  "Oh, really?" I try to play it cool though, focusing more on my breakfast than the idea of Dylan.

  "Yeah. It's very nice of him. I was pleasantly surprised. You two seem to be getting along well."

  "Is that okay?" I ask her, trying to feel out the potential of our relationship turning into something with our parents knowing.

  "I mean. Yes! Of course, it is. Dylan has always come across as standoffish to me, but I am glad that he likes you."

  "He's cool," I say casually. I really want to tell her that he is so amazing and beautiful and that I think I could be in love with my stepbrother.

  "Good. I'm glad you two like each other."

  "Me too," I say.

  "I mean. If you don't want to ride up with him, you know that I will drive you. I know it’s a long drive."

  "No, mom. It'll be fun. You spend the day with George. You need the day off to start getting ready for Christmas."

  "Okay, hon," she leans over and kisses my forehead.

  I know that I should feel guilty for my relationship with Dylan, but I don't. I almost feel like I am in high school again, sneaking around with boys trying not to get caught screwing around.

  Outside, Dylan leans against the hood of his car. A cigarette hangs between his lips. His duffle bag is slung across his chest. He must have just come back from the gym because he is still wearing his sweatpants and hoodie, which I think looks amazingly hot.

  "Hey, Crystal," he says with a wink, flicking the cigarette out of his mouth onto the driveway. I hadn't seen him since last night. I want to tackle him, but I don't. "Ready, to go back to school?" he asks. He is so perfect.

  "Yeah," I say. He walks up and picks up my suitcase, putting it in the car for me. George and Martha come out, and each gives me a long hug.

  "Thanks for coming out, kiddo," George says.

  "Love you, guys," I smile and hurry into the car.

  Dylan waves.

  "Bye, Martha. See you soon, pops."

  "You take care of your little sister," his father says.

  "You know I will."

  The way he says it makes my pussy stir awake. He slides into the driver seat and shuts the car door. I can see his bulge through the sweatpants. His eyes meet mine.

  "How's my baby girl doing?"

  "She's good," I say, biting my lip.

  "That's what I like to hear."

  The sports car engine roars. He pushes his sweatshirt sleeves up, showing his toned forearms covered in tattoos. We pull out of the driveway.

  "Are you really visiting friends?" I ask him, raising my eyebrow.

  "Yeah, I am." He smiles, glancing over at me.

  "Okay," I lean my head against the window and close my eyes. "I'm tired."

  "Someone kept you up last night?" he asks, reaching a hand and grabbing my upper thigh.

  "Someone did keep me up at night."

  "I'm sorry."

  "Don't be sorry. I liked it a lot," I say.

  "I know, that is why I'm sorry. I'm sorry that it felt so good, you couldn't get enough," he grins. He's fucking with me.

  "You were the one that wanted it," I say firmly.

  "Oh, come on. You've been practically begging me for it." His eyes flash at mine in the rearview mirror. There's an evil glint to them. "You couldn't get enough in the car ride to my grandma's."

  "You were the one jerking off in the bathroom doorway," I snap back. He is almost laughing.

  "It turned you on. Admit that you love your step brother's cock."

  "That was torture."

  "What was?"

  "The car ride to Thanksgiving. And you knew it was too."

  "I like watching you suffer," he says biting his lip.

  "You're sick," I say again.

  "So are you." It's true. I am just as bad as he is. We both are fucking family members. I stare at him. I can see the bulge in his pants has grown a lot, since the start of the car ride. I feel my mouth begin to water. I grin down to myself and unbuckle my seat belt.

  "What are you doing?" he asks.

  I lean over the middle console and pull his pants down quick, just enough so his boxers appear. The sweats slid off easily. I unbutton his underwear and pull his cock out with my hand gently tugging it up and down.

  "Jesus," he breathes deeply.

  I lean up, pushing my breast against his arm. My mouth kisses his ear, and my teeth pull on his lobe. He clenches his jaw. His hand crawls between my legs and begins to rub over my jeans. But as soon as my mouth, grips around his long shaft, his hand stops moving and grip the steering wheel.

  "Oh, fuck me," he grunts. My tongue swirls around his cock eagerly. My saliva runs down, slicking his huge piece. I know people driving by can see my ass in the air as I suck on my stepbrother, but I don't care. Let them watch. They don't know who we are. The idea of people seeing as exhilarates me more. My head bobs up and down faster, taking every inch down my throat, sliding along my wet tongue. His hand lands on my head, forcing me down on him, holding me there. I am about to gag, he is so big, but I don't. I accept him.

  "Oh, god, Crystal," he continues. The car swerves slightly. I love being in control of him and us. He tilts his head back. I can feel the pulsing in his cock and his vein along my tongue. My hand moves the tip of his dick along my lips like its lipstick. My pussy is yearning for his touch, but yet, being ignored only makes it wetter, like I am Dylan's toy there just to please him.

  "I'm going to cum," he gasps. So, I slow my mouth down, steadily just rocking back and forth. Taking my time as my lips travel from the base up to the head. I want him to torture him the way he did to me. His hand tries to control me, and make me go faster, but I fight it, keeping my slow pace. He starts rocking his hips up, trying to force his cock deep down my throat, but I pull up, so he doesn't get it in and farther. He is getting frustrated now.

  His hand lands hard on my neck, and his hips begin to thrust fast. He holds me down, so I can’t fight it any longer.

  "Take it like a good little sister" he moans out load. His cock is jumping up and down in my mouth. I almost choke, when his load spills inside of my mouth right down my throat. I feel it pulse between my lips. Dylan groans in ecstasy. His voice is deep and breathy. My mouth sucks on him gently now. He whimpers, keeping his hand on my head until I have cleaned up every last drop. I lift my head up and take a deep breath.

  "Holy fuck," he says, pulling his pants back up.

  "What?" I say casually, wiping my mouth with my hand. He smiles and looks at me. We hold each other's gaze.

  "Did you almost get in an accident?" I ask.

  "Not even close."

  "Then I guess I wasn't trying hard enough."

  I lean back and close my eyes. His hand inches across to my leg to my soaking wet pussy. I look at him; he is smiling.

  "I'm going to have to take care of this later."

  ***

  I open the door to my dorm room. Dylan walks around inside the small area, looking at the loft bed.

  "So this is where you stay?" he asks.

  "Yeah," I sigh. I open the bathroom door that connects my room to Andrea's. "And through is my roommate's room. Not too much to see."

  He lean
s back on the futon, stretching his legs out in front of him. He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head back.

  "What are your plans?" I ask him.

  He shrugs.

  "I have a buddy whose here getting his Masters. I might hit him up."

  I wish we could just stay snuggled up in my room together. The weather took a turn for the worse, and cold rain is beating against the roof and windows. I sit down on the futon next to him.

  "I wish you would stay," I sigh.

  He leans over and kisses me. His mouth feels so warm.

  "Do you want me too?"

  "I mean - yeah...I do have some studying to take care of though..."

  His finger inches between my legs.

  "What class is it for?" he asks. My eyes focus on his hand.

  "Anatomy."

  He smiles.

  "How about we study your anatomy?"

  I giggle at his move.

  "Seriously," I say with a smirk.

  "What?" he laughs. He kisses me again and gives in. I am still all heated up from the car ride here, so it doesn't take much. He lays me down on the futon underneath him. I can feel his hard cock pushing against my inner thigh through his sweatpants.

  He doesn't take his time, and he yanks my pants down, exposing my bare body. His arms scoop under my thighs, and he gently pulls my legs apart.

  His mouth hovers over my slit, and the heat of his breath lingers over me. He kisses on either side of my mound, driving me wild. I just want him to go to town. Then he starts to lick either side of me slowly, tracing his tongue along my pussy lips. Finally, Dylan gives my clit the attention that it so desires. He gently sucks the soft skin, sliding his mouth along its entirety. I feel relief. I whimper and the muscles in my core contract to the sensation. Dylan works my nerve-filled nub with his tongue, drawing deep moans out of me. I feel my blood pumping down to between my legs, spreading intense sensation throughout me.

  "Oh, god," I breathe slowly, as he continues to eat my pussy like it’s dessert, lapping at my fluids fervently. His mouth moves faster. The pressure building in my clit is a roller coaster about to drop down the first hill. My hands dig into his thick hair, pushing his face down harder. I squirm underneath his power. My legs thrashing and my hips turning, but he keeps his mouth on that tender, sweet spot, working it with skill and pushing me deeper, closer to an explosion. And when I think I can't take it anymore, the pleasure releases and I am consumed by it.

  "Oh! Fuck. Uh, uh," my throat chokes out as I cum.

  His mouth stays there until my legs fall limp, and the pleasure dissipates like waves through my skin.

  Dylan lifts his head up, His mouth and stubble glistening from me.

  "Hey," he smiles.

  "Hi," I say weakly. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. After a few seconds, he returns and lies behind me on the couch. His strong muscular arms wrap around the small of my waste.

  "You are so hot when you cum," he says.

  "I feel like I look a little crazy."

  "Yeah. Like crazy hot."

  I laugh and scoot closer to him.

  "So, are you going to leave now?" I ask. The idea tastes sour in my mouth when I say it. I think I might try to throw a fit if he leaves me. I don't know why. He nods slowly.

  "Probably should."

  "You could stay," I say.

  "And hide from the roommate?" Dylan asks. I turn to face him then. His eyes have a look of concern. I chew on my bottom lip. I guess I really didn't think about Andrea. Of course, she knows who Dylan is. I wouldn't shut up about him during the beginning of the semester, and she would tease me about wanting to fuck my brother. Suddenly, I feel like I have been ripped from the happy world that Dylan and I have cushioned ourselves in here in the dorm room. There is no way this can ever be anything more than a secret hook up. That's probably why he drove me here so that we could spend a few more minutes together. God, I am so stupid. How could I have let this get so out of hand? I stare at this beautiful face.

  "What do we do?" I ask.

  He sighs, his breath washes over my face, and his hand lands softly on my cheek.

  "I'm not sure."

  "It'll only get worse if we keep going," I speak slowly. I don't want to talk about reality and the relationship.

  "Probably."

  "So, we should cool it off?"

  I want him to say no and to fuck me again and again. Even when Andrea comes, I don't want him to stop. But that is not what happens. He holds me for a moment a longer.

  Probably is all he responds with again, and I almost hate him for it. He sits up and rubs his face.

  "It's fucked, Crystal."

  I lay there, feeling dead inside.

  "It’s been a really hot and heavy couple of days."

  "Yeah," I say again, chewing on my bottom lip. At least, he sounds as defeated as me.

  "I wish more than anything you weren't my step sister."

  "I know."

  He hand rests on my leg. He plays with the strings hanging off of my pants.

  "Are you mad at me?" he asks. Suddenly, he doesn't seem so tough. He is letting his guard down. He must really trust me.

  "No, I'm not mad at you. Just the situation."

  He stands up now. The place where he was sitting next to me, already feels cold and empty. I wish I could hit rewind to bring him back.

  "So are we like over?" I ask. He stares at me.

  "I don't know, Crystal. I don't want it to be, but I don't see how this will be able to go anywhere." Dylan leans down and kisses my forehead. His lips stay there for a long moment.

  "I think I might cry," I say, my voice already breaking.

  "Don't. I'm not going anywhere."

  "Yes, you are." I'm fighting the tears now.

  "Come on, Crystal. It will be alright."

  I hold my breath.

  "I'll see you soon," he says, as he slides his shoes back and begins to open the door. I feel like I am going crazy or numb. I'm not sure, but none of this is what I ever wanted.

  "Bye, Dylan."

  He shuts the door, and it locks with a click. I lay on the futon staring at the ceiling. My hands cover my face, as warm salty tears seep out of the corners of my eyes. I don't cry hard. I'm just upset and defeated. I hear Andrea's dorm door open. I freeze and quickly brush my eyes. She swings the door open.

  "Yo!" she shouts. "Who the fuck was that hottie? I totally saw him leave the room!"

  "Just a friend," is all I can muster out. Her mouth drops.

  "A friend?" Her eyes narrow. "Hey, are you okay?"

  "Yeah!" I lie.

  "Your eyes are red as fuck."

  “Just uh -," I look in the mirror. "Allergies from being at my step dad's. He has a cat." Another lie I tell her.

  "Do you want some meds?"

  I shake my head no.

  "It'll clear up in a little bit. I literally just got back."

  "Alright, well, when they clear up, please fill me on that ‘just friend.’" She smiles, shutting the door that joins our room and bathroom. I stay sitting on the futon. So she didn't recognize Dylan? I guess that's good, or else we would be having a much more awkward conversation. I am going to try and avoid talking about him. It’s the last thing that I want to do.

  I sit in my dorm. The rain finally starts to let up. Biology texts books are scattered around me on the floor open. My laptop light is the only one glowing. The days are so short now that winter is right around the corner. I can't study. Every time I try and read a text book my brain switches to Dylan. I start to think about his tan skin, his perfect white teeth, every inch of me misses him. I lay my head down on the ground and take a deep breath. How did all of this happen? I don't think there is anyone else in the world I would rather be with than him. We just have some weird connection.

  A knock comes on my door.

  "Heyyy," Andrea's voice draws out. She doesn't wait for my response before opening the door.

  "What are you doing in the dark like some vampire."


  "Nothing," I say quickly. She nods.

  "Okay...anyway, I'm going out with some guys tonight. Do you want to come?"

  I don't want to, but there's a piece of me nagging to get out of this room. I could use a drink; that's for sure.

  "Yeah!"

  "Yeah?" her face lights up, and she claps her hands together. "Okay, bitch, hurry up then and get ready we are leaving in forty minutes."

  She starts to rampage my closet and throwing clothes at me. They hit me in the face and fall on top of my books.

  "This is going to be so much fun," she says buried in my closet. She spins around fast holding an old black dress. "Wear this with those boots."

  "Okay," I say standing up and taking the dress. I know not to argue with Andrea's fashion sense. She was a design major before switching to med. I slip on the dress and do my make-up.

  Andrea bursts into the room holding a fifth of vodka.