STEPBROTHER: Bad Boy Blues (Taboo Romance)
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Behind Closed Doors
I grabbed a towel to wipe the cold sweat that formed on my forehead. I tried my best to compose myself as my body started to tingle and my heart started to race. It took a few more seconds before my fingers clumsily began to type a reply.
CUDDLYCASIE123: I have pulled down my panties. What do you want me to do next?
Let’s get one thing straight: I am, by no means, tractable.
Obedience is not my best virtue. It isn’t even one of my few virtues. I am obstinate, rebellious, aggressive, defiant, and outspoken. Too many times, I have burned relationships because of who I am. They didn’t understand me, and neither did I have the patience to understand them.
But THEMANFORYOUISME was different.
Even during our first chat session two weeks ago, I already felt that he knew me. He got me. He understood my quirks and idiosyncrasies. He knew what ticked me off and what turned me on even before I said anything.
It was like magic. It was like we were fated to meet each other, to be together, even if it was in the mere confines of cyberspace.
His reply was almost instantaneous.
THEMANFORYOUISME: are you wet, darling?
CUDDLYCASIE123: yes
THEMANFORYOUISME: run your fingers across your clit for me
Without even questioning his words, without even thinking if it was an order or a request, I did as he instructed. He had that effect on me, an effect that no one - absolutely no one - ever caused me to feel.
My cunt was dripping wet, so much so that some of my juice dribbled to my inner thighs. I rubbed my slit gently, slowly, gracefully. I closed my eyes and imagined him, my faceless lover, with his tongue traversing the line of my pussy. My other hand found its way to my well-rounded breast, inserting itself inside my shirt to fondle my tit and squeeze my nipple. I moaned in pleasure.
My iPad chimed to signal his next message.
THEMANFORYOUISME: how are you feeling right now?
CUDDLYCASIE123: horny. very horny
THEMANFORYOUISME: do you want me to join you?
CUDDLYCASIE: please do
I continued rubbing my clit, being careful not to pick up my pace. I wanted to delay my gratification as much as I could, until he was ready to reach his peak. Then we could come together, like how we tried the previous evenings. We only succeeded twice, though. Often, I would come first. It was quite difficult to synchronize our bodies’ responses when we’re not physically together.
It took a few seconds before he could reply.
THEMANFORYOUISME: can you give me a second, Casie? just gotta do something really quick
CUDDLYCASIE123: yeah, no problem. i’ll wait for you
I didn’t mind waiting. We spent what seemed like hours with his foreplay. He got me all hot, and being able to play with myself provid
ed a much welcome release.
Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud, violent knock on my door.
“What is it?” I asked, irritated because I was disturbed from my adventure in self-pleasure.
“Thea!” my stepbrother, Jerome, called out. “Are you using the damn internet? My connection’s lagging all of sudden.”
“No, I’m not,” I lied. It was a harmless lie. My chat session wasn’t consuming a lot of bandwidth. Plus, Jerome was just too engrossed with his porn streaming or whatever. It’s not as if he was doing some work for his postgraduate subjects.
“That better be the truth,” he warned. “I’ve got a mock hearing tomorrow and I can’t even do my research with how slow the internet is.”
Yeah right! I replied with a loud, mocking laugh.
I went back to what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted. Some of the wetness has dried off. I rubbed my cunt a little more, hoping to get my libido going again, but it just wasn’t the same as earlier. I let out a sigh and looked at my iPad’s screen, waiting for his next message.
The oh so familiar chime rang like music to my ears.
THEMANFORYOUISME: i’m so sorry to keep you waiting
CUDDLYCASIE123: no problem. i was beginning to worry though
THEMANFORYOUISME: why?
CUDDLYCASIE123: i thought you wouldn’t come back anymore
THEMANFORYOUISME: afraid you’ve lost me forever?
CUDDLYCASIE123: don’t be silly. i was afraid i’ve lost you for tonight, despite our unfinished business
THEMANFORYOUISME: then i will have to apologize because i’m about to disappoint you, Casie
CUDDLYCASIE123: what do you mean?
THEMANFORYOUISME: something came up and i need to log out. i’m terribly sorry for this, darling
To say that I was disappointed would be an understatement. It wasn’t only because he left me unfulfilled, but it was times like this when I was jolted back to reality. Despite how close we’ve become in recent weeks, he’s still a stranger. All I know about him is that he’s male, thirty years of age, and living somewhere in my own state, California. Even those may actually turn out to be untrue.
I know so little about him... the real him... the man behind the keyboard. What does he do for a living? Does he have kids? A girlfriend? Is he married?
Is she the reason why he has to go all of a sudden?
CUDDLYCASIE123: okay. i understand
What else was I supposed to type? Fuck you, finish what you started? Ordinarily, I would’ve replied that way. But not with him. Definitely not with him.
THEMANFORYOUISME: i’ll make it up to you tomorrow. i promise
I never doubted his sincerity.
CUDDLYCASIE123: promise?
THEMANFORYOUISME: yes. you know how much i hate it when i’m away from my computer because i feel you’re a world away, right?
CUDDLYCASIE123: alright then. i’ll chat with you tomorrow? same time?
THEMANFORYOUISME: i’ll be here. we’ll have fun
CUDDLYCASIE123: :)
THEMANFORYOUISME: good night, princess.
CUDDLYCASIE123: good night, old man :p
I always called him old man, because our age difference, though inconsequential, was relatively glaring. He was thirty and I was only twenty-one. He liked that term though, and it has become one of my terms of endearment for him ever since.
I closed the chat app and lied on my bed, ruminating about him. What does he look like? Is he the same in real life? Gentle, doting, affectionate, passionate, focused and stern? He’s quite a catch for any woman. Why would he spend most of his evenings with me?
There was another knock on the door. I got up and realized that I was naked from the waist down. I hurriedly grabbed my bathrobe and wore it over my body. I opened the door to see Jerome, the strong fragrance of his cologne seeping into my bedchamber as he finished up buttoning his shirt.
“I have to go to a friend’s place,” he said. “Mom’s not yet home. Can you lock the door for me?”
“Friend who?” I asked.
“Benson. There was an emergency.”
“Oh my gosh. What happened?”
“We don’t know yet. His sister called after placing a 9-11report for domestic violence. Me and Benson are going to drive to Oakland to determine what transpired and to check if she’s okay.”
“I hope she’s alright.”
“I’ll let you know in the morning.”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”
I know, I’m a complete sicko because of this, but as he turned to the stairs and started on his way out of the house, I caught a glimpse of his tight jeans from behind. I quickly forgot about Benson’t sister and her predicament as my attention was stolen by my stepbrother’s very firm rear. Jerome’s got a really nice ass.
Sadly, that’s all he has going for him.
Well, that and the rest of his well-toned body plastered on his lean frame, his deep blue eyes that would have otherwise looked charming were they not coupled with his thick dark eyebrows that were angled in such a way that always made him look fierce and confrontational, and his short black hair that was perpetually combed to perfection.
All looks.
I’m tempted to say that he has no substance, but my brother is a well-educated young man who’s finishing up his Juris Doctorate degree. He’s smart, sometimes witty, always argumentative. That’s why we never get along.
Oh, and he has the worst case of obsessive-compulsive behavior that I’ve ever seen. As in ever! Often, this disorder of his makes him intolerably infuriating. He’s the control freak of control freaks! He intrudes on just about anything he sees.
Despite his... intricacies... Jerome isn’t bad. He isn’t bad at all.
But he’s no THEMANFORYOUISME. My guy is so much different, so much more affectionate... perfect in every sense that mattered to me.
I went back to bed and thought about him. I envisaged his face, his body, how he acts, how he reacts, how he talks, how he walks, how he eats, how he makes love in person...
And as was usually the case, my finger drifted down to my cunt and played around with my slit.
I was wet again.
I spent the minutes before sleep finishing up what he left hanging.
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