Stepbrother for Christmas

by Amy Brent

  "Time for shots!" she squeals shaking the Smirnoff. She fills the shot glasses so that they overflow.

  "Oh, boy," I laugh taking the shot with her. My face puckers at the burning on my tongue.

  "You look amazing," she says, spinning me around. I did feel better now that I was all dressed up, even if Dylan isn't here to see me. The two guys come up the stairs and into our rooms. They are cute, not hot like Dylan, but the one named Tony has blue eyes that remind me of my step brother. He seems nice enough, but he doesn't have tan skin or the same tattoos snaking up his arms. Tony isn't nearly in as great of shape, not that it's all that matters. But the biggest difference between Tony and Dylan is that Tony is not my step bother, which means he is not off limits. Tony is a year older than me, but he has two more years left since he switched his major from marketing to accounting.

  Our cab arrives outside of the dorm, and the four of us make our way down. I hardly speak to the other guy, because he and Andrea start to make out as soon as we get in, in the back seat. Tony and I look at one another sheepishly, listening to the sounds of our friends suck each other's faces off. I wonder if Dylan and I are that loud.

  "They seem to like each other," Tony says, with a slightly crooked smile. I find it endearing.

  "Lots of guys like Andrea," I say back. He smiles.

  "I'm surprised they all aren't after you." He rests his hand on my leg. Usually, I would move it away fast, but I don't this time. I am starting to feel a good buzz, and in some way it makes me feel like I am defying Dylan. I am an idiot for caring or trying to punish him. It's not like he didn't do anything wrong. I just want to know that he really wants me. Tony reaches into his coat pocket, holding out a fifth of vodka. He raises his eyebrows. He hands it to me. I feel bad, and I like it. I take the swig with my head turned away toward the back so the driver can't see me. I giggle and hand the bottle back to him.

  We make it to the bar. The bright lights flash on and off, sending neon lights across our faces. I am slightly tipsy after the second shot we took in the cab ride. Andrea grabs my wrist and yanks me to the bar. The bartender looks at us and asks for IDs. We promptly pull them out and show them.

  "So," Andrea starts. "You and Tony seem to be hitting off."

  "You think so?" I say slightly apprehensive.

  "Oh my gosh, look at him. He's dying to fuck you. She turns toward the bartender. "Two shots of patron, please."

  "You aren't serious...are you?" I ask.

  "What?" She tries to play it off innocently. "When was the last time you actually went out with me? Seriously? It has been like three years."

  The golden shots appear on the counter with two limes sticking out of them and bright white rim of salt.

  "Fuck it," I say taking the shot and slamming it down my throat.

  "That's my girl!" she shouts.

  We make our way to the guys who stand sucking on some beer that they had ordered. Andrea begins grinding on her guy right away. I take some time, being slightly awkward at first, but then the tequila begins to settle. It hits me hard, way more potent then I can ever recall. I back into Tony as the music blares, surrounded by other sweaty drunk bodies. My ass glides against his cock, rocking back and forth. I can feel he is hard under his pants.

  His hands start at my hips but become more comfortable. They trail up my waist and to my breasts. I roll my head back over his shoulder. I want to tell him to stop, but my tongue feels thick. The world seems to move around me. My vision begins to warp, and I think I see Dylan standing across from me, staring at me, but then the figure fades into someone else blurry and distant.

  The next thing I know, I am in the back bathroom stall. How did I get in here? The scent of urine in the one toilet room fills my noise. I can tell my dress is pushed up and my ass is exposed. I force my eyes open. God, this is difficult. My thoughts seem to move slow; seconds pass before I can think the next idea. I feel hands on me. Hard, hungry hands grab my bare ass rough. They move to my breasts and pull on my dress, ripping it down. I try to say stop, but I can't. I am on my knees down, tipping forward. A hard cock pushes against my mouth. I don't open. The hands again. They squeeze my lips apart and a cock pries between them. His hips move fast, and his cock buries itself in my helpless mouth. I feel as though I have no control of my body. Do something! My mind is screaming at me, but my body can't react. Finally, I manage to pull my head out of the grip. The wet cock falls out of my mouth.

  "Fucking bitch. take it!" the voice snaps.

  Tony? I recognize the sound like it was from years ago. Suddenly, his hands yank me up and throw me over the sink.

  "Stop," I mumble pathetically.

  I feel the hot cock pressing onto my tender slit, but then there is a loud crash followed by a scream like a hurt animal. More sounds come out from behind me like the cracking of something soft and fragile. I try to turn around, but I just collapse. Soft, hands scoop me off the ground.

  "Crystal. Jesus. Baby girl."

  Tears roll out of my eyes as if they are someone’s. Dylan. My brain makes the connection then. I don't know how. Do I imagine this? I feebly reach an arm and touch his face. He holds me close to his chest.

  I wake up back in my dorm on the futon. My eyes groggily open. A warm wet washcloth rests on my forehead. A plastic trash can sits on the side of my bed. My nightlight is set low. The television plays softly in the background. I try to sit up by my forehead thuds loudly, and my stomach stirs. I gag and lean forehead, but nothing comes out.

  "Hey, hey. Lay back down," a voice says softly.

  "Dylan?" I choke out in a raspy voice. He leans forward in a chair sitting next to the bed. Tears pool out of my eyes uncontrollably in deep sobs. His hand reaches out and strokes my cheek.

  "It's okay, Crystal. It's okay. I am here with you. No one is going ever to touch you again."

  "I don't know what happened."

  He hands me a bottle of water, tipping it toward my lips. I cannot believe he is taking care of me and seeing me in this pathetic state.

  "Don't worry about it right now."

  He bends down and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes. His hand stands on mine, clutching it slightly and squeezing it now and then. I finally fall back asleep. At some point during the night, Dylan crawls into the bed next to me. I feel the weight on the bed shift. His arm rolls around me and pulls me into him. His head buries into the back of my hair. Even if tonight was awful and horrible, I sleep okay, because now I feel safe in my step brothers arm where no one can get to us. I roll over and bury my face in his hard chest. I wish we could stay like this forever, but now I know he never really did leave me. He does want me; he wants this. I snuggle in a little more, and we drift off together.

  I wake to the smell of warm food. My eyes open. Dylan has cleaned up my room a bit, and on the desk, he has food sprawled out on top of it. It’s like he went and bought everything in the grocery store. There are bagels and fruit, eggs and sausages, and breakfast sandwiches. Veggies and different types of juices. I stare at the platter. His back his turned to me, but he is standing shirtless facing the buffet of food.

  "Good morning," he says happily.

  My eyes slam shut. The sun coming through the window is giving me the worst migraine ever. I roll onto my side.

  "How are you feeling?" he asks, waking over and resting his hand on my shoulder.

  "Terrible," I moan.

  "Drink this." He hands me a glass of water with a white powdery substance floating in it.

  "What is it?" I ask in my dry voice.

  "Water with salt and sugar in it. To get your electrolytes back up."

  I drink it eagerly. It tastes weird, but my body is dying of thirst and is eager for relief. It helps settle my stomach slightly. I take in the buffet.

  "You didn't have to do all of this," I say with wide eyes.

  "Of course I did." He spins around and starts making a plate of food.

  "You threw up on my shirt last night, so I had to run to the laundry ma
t anyway."

  "Wait - are you serious?" I cover my face with hands. It's not like I was already feeling like complete shit.

  He smiles and nods.

  "But it’s no biggie. I am not sure about what you like to eat, but I know junk food helps my hang over." He hands me a cheeseburger. "Try this."

  "Thanks."

  I take a bite out of the juicy burger. The grease and meat really help my stomach and soak up all the acid in it. I realize quickly; all the healthy food is for him. He must eat a lot to stay in such amazing shape. The eggs, fruits, and meat disappear in his mouth in a matter of seconds.

  "Dylan," I start to say after I have eaten and got my strength back. Now I remember why I never want to go out with Andrea. He turns to look at me. I must look so gross. This is completely degrading.

  "I am so sorry..."

  His hand reaches for my cheek.

  "Stop, Crystal." He says it so firmly it almost startles me. I bite the inside of my cheek.

  "I don't know what happened. I must have had too much to drink or something. I can barely remember."

  His gaze is locked onto me.

  "I think you might have been drugged by that guy, but don't worry. I took care of him." His expression is so dark if I didn't know I think I would have been frightened.

  "How did you find me?" I ask.

  He takes a deep breath.

  "I went out with my friends. I thought I saw going into the bar and I wanted to check in to see if you were okay."

  My heart flutters slightly. He was worried about me.

  "I'm glad you did," I say, taking his hand and holding. He leans in to kiss me on the mouth. I lift my head to meet his lips, but the bathroom door flies open with a whoosh. I jerk back my head and land on the pillow. A wave of nauseous comes over but then passes. I moved way too quickly. Andrea stands in the doorway. She looks pretty rough. Her face is white, and an ice pack is held on her forehead. She is also just in her underwear. My roommate glances at Dylan and then back at me. Her eyes are wide.

  "Oh, fuck. I'm - uh." She must not have anticipated I would have a guy in my room. That has never happened in our two years of being roommates. Dylan looks down at his feet.

  “Are you okay, Crystal?" she asks, reaching and grabbing her robe from the hook in the bathroom and wraps it around her.

  "Yeah..."

  Dylan and I look at one another and smile.

  "What happened with you and Tony? Hi. I'm Andrea." She reaches out a hand and takes Dylan's.

  "Dylan," he says calmly. I am not sure if I should tell her that this is my step-brother because I have no idea if she saw us almost kiss, before barging in.

  "Hey." She pulls her hand back and tucks her hair behind her ear. I have to admire her for still trying to flirt.

  "Someone completely beat the living shit out of Tony last night. He must have gotten in some fight. He had to go to the hospital because his face got so fucked. My eyes flicker at Dylan. He seems so calm listening to it all. There isn't one scratch on him. Andrea continues the story.

  "Someone found him in the bathroom laying on the ground. There was blood everywhere. I tried to find you, but couldn't. Your phone was off. I panicked and thought about going to the police, but I was so fucked up. I finally got a text from you saying you were alright." That must have been Dylan. He thought of everything.

  "Damn," I say. I don't know what to tell her. But I can't just leave her hanging.

  "I was uh - Tony took me in the bathroom. I don't remember much, but he kind of got aggressive." Andrea's eyes widen even more. "So I uh - I left and ran into Dylan."

  "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "I couldn't find you."

  She nods and looks at Dylan.

  "Wait, how do you guys know each other."

  "I am her step brother," Dylan answers for me with a smile. The kind of smile no matter what he says or does, would melt any girl and cause her to lose complete focus. Andrea blushes and looks away.

  "I'm glad you are okay. Let's make sure to never separate again when we go out from now on."

  "Okay," I say.

  She walks back into her room. Dylan looks at me.

  "So, do you think she saw us almost kiss?" he asks.

  "Maybe," I shrug. I'm not sure if I care that much. "I know that she thinks you are like super-hot."

  "Really?" he sounds genuinely surprised.

  "Uh - of course, she does. You're perfect."

  "Mhmm, I don't know about that." He leans in and kisses softly on the lips. I pull back my head.

  "I need to take a shower," I sigh.

  "Mind if I join you?" he asks.

  I give him a surprised look.

  "Wait, seriously?"

  "Fuck yes. I've missed this body, so much." His hands land on my legs and he squeezes them.

  I nuzzle close.

  "It hasn't even been a day."

  "Which means it’s been too long."

  His thick arms scoop me up and carry me to the bathroom. He locks the door connecting to Andrea's room and then sets me down.

  "How are you feeling," he asks intently. He reaches for the door handle.

  "Okay," I say slowly. He turns the shower on. Water spews from the faucet and onto the floor of the tub. He pulls back the shower curtain. Steam starts to collect on the mirror, and it becomes sweltering inside the small bathroom. His hands reach down and pull off his pants, so he stands completely naked in front of me. Then he reaches under my shirt and yanks it up. I pull my pants off myself. We stand in front of each other completely bare. His cock suddenly rises from its sleep and stretches up, hard and ready.

  He reaches around my hips and picks me up. My legs wrap around his torso, so I am straddling him. He walks into the shower, so the water begins to fall on my shoulders and head washing the night away. I feel his long hard cock throbbing on my stomach, pulsing. He sets me down on the shower seat like I am his little doll. Then his firm hands find my hips again. Dylan gets down on his knees and pushes my legs open.

  I am not sure how much I want to have sex, but when that damned mouth of his finds its way to my tender mound, my mind is made up. I close my eyes and tilt my head back as the water rushes down over my breasts warming my body. His tongue slowly flicks my clit. Dylan pulls his head back and looks up at me.

  "How do you feel now?" he asks.

  "Better," I whisper back to him. "So, much better."

  His face looks down on my pink lips.

  "I'm so sorry someone tried to touch you last night. No one else belongs here but me."

  I laugh at him, and he looks back with a smile, before kissing me on my tender spot. It feels so good to have him touch me, to want his touch as if I am taking my body back for myself. I want this. I want him, completely. His hands reach up and hold my breasts. My blood begins to race, and pleasure has wholly replaced any bad feelings left inside of me. My thighs shake and keep his head. But he suddenly stands and shuts the water off.

  "What-" I begin, but before I can finish, he picks me up out of the shower. It feels so cold when we move back to my bedroom. He closes the bedroom door and lays me down on the futon gently. He climbs over me. My pussy is so hungry for him to be inside. I jerk my hips up.

  "Take me," I whisper. His forearms fall on either side of my head, as his chest falls on mine. His cock pushes against my sopping wet pussy. Our bodies still wet from the shower, slip against each other, but quickly dry. With one thrust, his cock enters me. I tilt my head back and bite my tongue. It feels amazing. His engorged shaft enters me slowly. He is gentle. I rock my hips to meet him as he continues his journey into my wet softness. He groans deep in his throat, as his ass rises up and down into me. My fingers crawl into his hair and move to his back where they hold. My pussy thuds as his pubic bone rubs against my clit.

  "Harder," I moan out breathily. He needs no more encouragement. His cock begins to fuck my cunt. I feel his balls beating against me as he submerges himself. I want to scream as he plows through me
. He has only fucked me once before. I still am not used to his size. But he doesn't slow down. His hips thrust into me. Each hump air escapes my lungs, and I softly groan in his ear. My body and hands become desperate for him. They cling to everything they touch. I am close to cumming. I clench my jaw as my pussy contracts around him. I can feel his cock hardening even more inside of me.

  "Fuck," I cry out, not caring if anyone hears me. Spasms of ecstasy unleash out of me. He buries himself deeper, pulling more and more shocks of intense pleasure out of me.

  "Jesus," he growls. He quickly pulls out, spilling his warm cum out and onto my belly. The white fluid leaks out. His chest rises and falls. We stare at one another.

  "You okay?"

  "I feel a lot better," I say softly, resting my hand on my face. He smiles.

  "Good." He goes to the bathroom and cleans me off with a towel, before he pulls the blanket over our naked bodies.

  "Are you real?" I ask, warm and safe together. His hand trails down my stomach and finds my pussy, where he gently begins to touch my clit. I close my eyes.

  "Does this feel real?" he asks.

  I nod my head and breathe out. His head leans over and kisses my neck. But a loud ringing fills the room. I almost jump and slam my head against his.

  "it's my phone," he says calmly, reaching down into his pants and glancing at the screen. "I hate to do this, but I need to answer this."