Rogue: A Stepbrother Forbidden Romance

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  Chapter one

  Chapter two

  Chapter three

  Chapter four

  Chapter five

  Chapter six

  Chapter seven

  Chapter eight

  Chapter nine

  Chapter ten

  Chapter eleven

  Chapter twelve

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  Rogue: Stepbrother Forbidden Romance

  Copyright © 2015 by Stephanie Brother

  First E-book Publication March 2015

  All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  I have a secret.

  I can't tell anyone. Not my mother, not my best friend, and especially not my stepbrother. It eats away at me. Digs in, distracts me, randomly hits me at times when I'm supposed to be focused on something else.

  The sun beats down on my already golden skin as I lay beside our pool. A thin sheen of sweat glistens. My secret consumes my thoughts. Quiet surrounds me. My stepbrother and my bio brother have gone off to the store for something and my folks are gone. I'm alone in our giant backyard, soaking up some rays, and wrestling with the one thought that consumes me.

  Glancing towards the house to make sure I'm still alone, my hand wanders down to my mound, sliding easily under my string bikini. I rub, finding that perfect spot. Some of this tension has to go before they get back. My secret envelopes me as I give myself over to it. I imagine him climb out of the pool, the water runs down his washboard abs, the muscles of his chest and shoulders flex and roll as he pulls himself out.

  My rubbing gets faster. Circular motions. He's running his hands through pushing his wet hair back. I gasp, my hips thrust up against my hand to increase pressure. Slowly he turns towards me, almost there.

  "Cindy!"

  Shit! I jerk my hand out of my suit as I jump up from the lounge chair.

  "WHAT!" I yell.

  My younger brother Danny runs out of the house barreling straight at me. He bowls into me and I take two steps back from the impact.

  "Oooph," I exhale.

  "We got strawberry soda!" Danny says excitedly.

  "Oh yay," I feign enthusiasm.

  He's only eight, the product of my mother's second marriage to Josh's dad, my stepdad. Josh comes out of the house carrying a two liter of strawberry soda with a sheepish grin on his face. I feel myself flush at the sight of him, my secret pounding in my mind.

  Did he see? Does he know . . .

  Josh is beautiful. We've lived together for almost nine years now all of which I've been in love with him. Love like not in the way you should, like brother and sister love, love as in I want him.

  Josh is my secret.

  He's a year older than me and home on his summer break from college. I'll be starting at the same school this fall. I really don't know how I'm going to handle being away from home, near him but not able to tell him how I feel. It's so wrong, I mean what is wrong with me? He's family, well sort of. I mean he's my stepbrother, not like Danny who's my real brother. Josh's dad and my mom got married, does that mean my heart can't fall for him?

  It's wrong. I know it's wrong. It doesn't stop the way I feel when I see him. The way my spirits lift when he walks in the room, the way my heart skips a beat when he smiles. When his eyes light up I feel like I can't breathe. Let's not even talk about the dreams, the late night sessions laying in my bed imagining him over me while I touch myself and he's right on the other side of the wall. I can't have him, but I want him.

  "Hey sis," Josh says.

  He doesn't look directly at me. If I had to guess he seems like he'd rather be anywhere but here right now. Right up to and since he left for college it feels like he's avoided me. We were close growing up. Inseparable our parents used to joke. Then he became interested in science and experiments. Once he started that I never saw him. He spent hours in the school lab not coming home until late at night. I don't know what changed or why he avoids me now but it hurts every time.

  I've debated changing schools but I'm already accepted and our parents are alumni and donors. I don't want to see him on campus though and have him avoid me. I think I'd just die if he ever did it in public. Even here in private it hurts.

  "Danny why don't you get your trunks on and go for a swim?"

  "Yeah, that'd be perfect!" Danny says running for the house.

  "Don't run!" Josh and I yell in unison.

  We both laugh and he looks at me smiling. Then he quickly looks away staring after Danny. My heart sinks but the void behind it fills with anger. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I've done nothing wrong.

  "Josh, we need to talk," I say before the words won't come out.

  Josh turns to look at me. I expected there to be a questioning look or confusion but there's not. He looks like he expected me to say that. He nods but the entire time he never takes his eyes off my face.

  "Yeah," he says swallowing hard.

  I turn and lead the way to the pool house. I don't want Danny to overhear or listen in on this conversation and I fully expect it to get heated. I don't look back but Josh's footsteps follow me. Once he closes the door I wheel around on him, fists on hips, anger flowing.

  "Josh, what the hell happened to us?" I ask.

  He stares at the wall next to me, not even pretending to look at me.

  "Cin look, I'm sorry. I know things have been weird the past ... little bit," he says.

  "Weird? You think? Look at me!" I hit him in the shoulder trying not to notice the muscles bulging under his polo shirt.

  His eyes lock on mine and my heart skips, my stomach tightens, and my juices flow making the inside of my bikini wet. He moves his mouth and I can't take my eyes off his perfect lips, so full, I'm leaning in closer to them.

  "Cin," he says but his voice is tight and choked sounding.

  He shakes his head back and forth. I reach up and touch his chest, my fingers rest against his hard pecs and I feel him tremble. He inhales sharply and I gasp. I don't want to break this connection. His fingers touch my cheek softly. I'm falling into his eyes, my stomach clenches, I can't do this.

  "We can't," he whispers.

  Tears form in my eyes. I see the hurt in his.

  "Yes," I breathe.

  My fingers wander up from his chest, over hard shoulder muscles, and entwine in his hair. I rise up onto my tip toes, closer, the warmth of his breath blows across my face as I inhale his musky scent.

  "It's wrong," he says his lips an inch from mine.

  "Yes," I say.

  Our lips meet, touching softly, tentatively then when they touch sparks fly. My skin tingles, my heart stops beating, his arms wrap around me. He encloses me in his strength. He jerks me in closer lifting me off my feet.

  The kiss, once gentle, is now unbridled passion. Our mouths move together, his tongue forces its way past my lips pressing my own back into my mouth and I let him have me. I suck on his tongue as he pushes past my teet
h. My hands tangle in his hair. I wrap my legs around his waist. His manhood pushes into my belly and I want to take it all in. I want him to be my first.

  He breaks the kiss, leaning back so that there are a few inches between our faces. He shakes his head negative.

  "We can't Cin, it's wrong," he says.

  His body tells a different story, if this is so wrong would his desire be so hard? I smile and place one finger against his lips shaking my head.

  "We're not related," I say.

  "You're my sister!"

  "Stepsister," I shake my head at him. "Not the same thing."

  I lean in to kiss him but he pulls back from me doubts lingering in his eyes but his erection and his body tell a different story as his hands roam over my mostly bare ass. The thin piece of cloth covering my mound slides to one side as I grind against his leg.

  "I want you," he exhales. "I love you."

  "I love you," I say though my throat tightens at his words and tears threaten.

  He carries me easily towards the couch. Gently he lays me down on it. He leans up and pulls his shirt over his head. I've seen him shirtless many times but never has he looked so good as right now. Muscles ripple as he pulls it off then tosses it aside. I lick my lips and then lean up tracing the line of his pec muscles with my tongue. He has a sweet taste.

  He reaches around and unties my bikini top letting my full breasts bounce free. They drop a little and he takes one in each hand rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp as they harden into tight buds then he leans in and teases them even more with his tongue. My hips buck against his erection through his jeans. I grind up needing relief.

  He kisses me then slowly he kisses his way down my neck, across the upper swell of my breasts, trailing his way down across my stomach. I run my hands through his sandy blonde hair as he works his way lower. He kisses around my womanhood then I feel his tongue exploring my velvet folds, lapping at my wetness, and it drives me over the edge. My fingers lock behind his head and I pull him in close holding him tight against me as I move my hips against his tongue.

  My entire body tenses, my back arches, I cry out in pleasure that I've never known. No masturbation can compare to how this feels. It moves through my body in waves carrying me away. It passes slowly and I realize I'm still holding him tight against me so I let him go. He leans back and looks up across my body at me with a dreamy smile.

  "That was beautiful Cin," he says as he crawls his way back up across me. "You're beautiful."

  "I love you," I say the words. The words that I've said hundreds of times before but never have I meant them more, never have I been able to convey all that I mean with them until now.

  He fumbles a moment with his pants then they are free and I slide them down over his hips. As his cock emerges from his boxers my eyes widen. I dreamed he was well endowed but dreams and reality are often different. In Josh I'd dreamed too small. He's massive, engorged and swollen as he positions himself over me. I feel it pressing against my lips and my body instinctively tenses. I recall how good he just made me feel, focus on how wet I am, pushing myself to relax.

  He slides slowly into me stretching my delicate walls out a little at a time. He pushes gently and seems to meet resistance then I feel something tear and for an instant there's pain but the sensation that rushes in behind it erases momentary discomfort.

  He focuses on me as he slowly thrusts deeper and deeper into me until his entire shaft is inside. He holds there breathing in and out, his warm breath across my face, then he pulls back sliding out.

  As he slides out a void left behind inside me begs to be filled. A need so deep thrums inside me like I've never felt before. Then he fills it as he thrusts in again. I move with him, raising my hips to his. We move in time with each other. He grunts and then starts moaning, calling out my name as he pistons into me.

  My hands run across his chest, over his shoulders, my nails dig into his back. I cry out his name as he retreats then sallies forward once more into my core filling me. He meets my need and desire with his own until we join as one and there is nothing else but the two of us.

  He moves faster and faster. His grunts take over words and my own moans are short gasps. Tension builds around my center bud until it feels so tight I'm sure it will explode and I'll be no more. Suddenly he thrusts fully in one long motion and pounds into some part of me deep inside then the explosion takes me away. Stars burst around me and I hear my voice crying out his name and his calling mine.

  At last the wave passes and he's lying on top of me, warm, strong, holding me. Our lips meet in soft kisses. Slowly he pulls out of me and rolls to lay beside me.

  "You okay Cin?" he asks.

  "Are you?" I ask teasingly.

  Something roars to life followed by a crash from outside by the pool.

  CHAPTER TWO

  "What the hell?" Josh asks reaching for his jeans.

  I grab my swimsuit tying it on as Josh struggles into his jeans, then we are both moving out the door. He steps out the door just ahead of me. My heart's racing. I don't know how or what but I know something's wrong.

  As soon as he opens the door Josh cries out and bursts into motion. I step out behind him and can't make sense of anything. There's a ramp beside the pool made from a couple of buckets and a length of wood. It goes right up to the edge of the pool itself. I look around to figure out why it's there as Josh runs.

  He leaps into the air and dives into the pool with a splash. The concrete is wet and slippery under my bare feet but I move as fast as I can. Josh is out of sight under the water. My throat tightens, my heart pounds, my head spins.

  I see things in disconnected images that aren't adding up to an entire picture. The ramp doesn't connect to the pool for me. I look down into the water and there, below the surface, Josh is swimming. There's a large object in the pool. That doesn't belong there. I can't make sense of what it is.

  He closes with the object. He pulls at it. Strains. It doesn't move. I shake my head, all of this is disconnected from me. It's happening to someone else. This can't be real.

  Josh pushes off the pool floor. His head breaks the surface. He gasps in air. He dives again. He's moving so slow, the waves break around him in perfect relief, the water falls from his hair one drop at a time.

  He's there under the surface again struggling with that thing which shouldn't be in our pool. Why is there a bike in the pool? Josh rises to the surface again. He's carrying something now. Things start moving faster. I'm on the other side of the pool. I see my hands reaching out, grasping at what Josh is holding. My hands tremble but I don't feel them. I'm not sure they're my hands.

  "Take him!" Josh yells.

  I do. I grab Danny and pull but he's not moving. He's so heavy! I pull with everything I have. I lean back to get him over the edge and onto the concrete. His lips are blue, his eyes are closed, he lies motionless. I lean his head back. Check for breath. Clear the passage. Pinch the nose. Breathe.

  Josh moves beside me placing his hands on Danny's chest. He presses down hard. We repeat back and forth. I push my breath into Danny, Josh pushes his heart to beat. I don't know how long we work. None of it can be real. I'm stuck in some kind of nightmare. I know it's a dream, it has to be. But if it is, why am I not waking up?

  Danny coughs hard and water runs out of his mouth. He gasps and coughs some more. Josh jumps and runs for the house. I hold Danny in my arms as tears run down my face. Hoping, praying, screaming at him to open his eyes.

  Paramedics take him from my arms then load him into the ambulance. Josh appears wrapping a towel around me. His arm is around my shoulder as we watch the ambulance race away from our house with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Hospitals are misnamed. They are inhospitable. I shift in my chair. Again. My mother and stepdad sit across from me. Josh paces back and forth. We wait. It's been over two hours since we got here.

  The waiting is quiet. There is a low backg
round hum of muted conversation and the occasional call out over the intercom but it's mostly quiet. I watch Josh. He hasn't said a word to me since we pulled Danny from the pool. I have no idea what's going through is mind. I'm not sure what I'm thinking.

  Danny apparently had decided to jump his dirt bike over the pool. While Josh and I had been... Danny had thrown together a ramp and then rode his motorcycle down it. Of course he hadn't been able to make the jump. The bike had flipped, then crashed into the pool. They think he hit his head either in the pool or on the bike. Of course he didn't wear his helmet, that wouldn't have been cool.

  Josh paces across my line of sight again. If we could be alone, if we could talk, I'd feel better. We should have been watching Danny, yes, but these things happen. If we hadn't been... I don't know.

  I look at that. If we hadn't gotten involved would this still have happened?

  It turns over and over like a puzzle I can't quite solve. On one hand, maybe Danny wouldn't have been able to build that ramp. Even if we hadn't though, I probably would have gone into the house to read, Josh would have gone to watch television, Danny still would have done what he did.

  At last I decide it was going to happen. There was nothing about what we did that made it happen. My mom pats my leg absently staring into space. My stepdad's leg bounces up and down nervously. Neither of them have been accusatory to Josh or me. They both just accept that we did our best. I'm not sure we deserve such cool parents.

  The doors to the waiting room open and a doctor in scrubs walks in. "Mr. Kirkson?" he asks approaching our family.

  Josh stops pacing and turns to stare at the doctor.

  My stepdad stands up and reaches out to take the doctor's hand. "How is he?" he asks.

  The doctor takes the hand and shakes it but he never stops frowning. "Your son is very lucky," he says. "He is going to make it. But his brain was oxygen starved for several minutes. We don't know how much effect that will have overall. He also has severe spinal damage. Right now he has no feeling below the waist. I'm afraid it is highly unlikely that he will ever walk again. There may be some learning disability, but we'll have to wait and see how his cognitive tests come back."