Stepbrother No More Page 2

  Huh?

  An eager cheerful worker commented and gushed as she stood up and added some sass as she put her hand on her hip. “Why don’t you two visit the love zone over there. In fact, here’s a pass. It’s on me. I just love seeing people in love. Tootles!”

  Uh....

  I didn’t even want to turn to see his face. My face was beet red.

  But much to my surprise he answered, “I hear there’s free drinks in there. I don’t think they’ll ID us. What do ya say we just check it out?”

  Funny how he didn’t’ even address anything.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid feelings! I was the sicko in here! Dammit. I tried to once again to dismiss the way I dampened down there at the thought of him touching me, his lips on my lips, his gentle touch exploring all of me.

  What is wrong with me? He’s my step brother!

  Yeah, exactly. He’s not blood brother.

  Yeah, but I’ve known him this way for six years! We’ve lived with each other under the same roof!

  Goodness! I was having a battle with my ego.

  I argued with myself as we made it into the more erotic section of Comcon.

  We handed a sexily dressed woman our passes. She looked like a sexed up version of Ivy. “Here you go my brave daring darlings.” She articulated every word as she handed us two drinks.

  We cheered each other as the drifting mysterious fog lifted off the glasses. It was a brief yet pivotal moment beneath the costumes, with the backdrop of fantasy where our eyes held a knowing. A small moment undetected by another, but my heart knew he knew. I felt it. The knowing quickly shifted to laughter; we couldn’t help but to laugh at what was happening and the erotic crazy sites all around us. There were women pretty much naked but had their costumes painted on across their bodies. Some were painted with cheetah prints costumes, a solid orange-tan base coat with black circles. You could almost see everything, as in everything, but the strategic painting placement teased the eye making the observer wondering, “Did I really see what I think I saw?”

  I stole a side glance at Kyle and I could tell he was enjoying it all. I couldn’t help but scan below his waist to see if was also enjoying what he saw down stairs. If he was aroused.

  Shit.

  Stop it, Kelly!

  “This is one fucking crazy area! Are you sure you want—” I was trying to ask him if he really wanted to keep walking through this section when I was interrupted.

  “Hiiiii.....handsome. What’s yooooooour name?” A regal woman with an 1800s hair do, dressed in a super slutty saloon outfit with stockings and heels grabbed him towards her.

  I really liked her outfit. It was killer!

  “Where are you headed? Going somewhere?” Her eyes made a dash towards his tightening pants and I couldn’t help but to laugh.

  “Uhhhh...Ke...Kelly.” He cleared his throat.

  “Yes?”

  “Come on....”

  “Awwww you’re no fun!” The saloon slut confessed.

  He grabbed my arm and led me away.

  Finally, his breath was on my ear and his voice made me jump.

  “What do you say let’s get out of here?”

  “Sure!”

  Finally we found an exit and I could tell he wanted to breathe and get fresh air. His arm went across his suit as if to hide himself and I felt bad for him. He looked pretty uncomfortable under that bat suit.

  “Do you want some fresh air?” I asked him.

  “Actually, if it’s okay with you. I think I’m done here. I know it’s your birthday and all...”

  “Don’t be silly! We’ve been here for three hours! We can come back tomorrow. Actually, I’m pretty beat myself. This week was a killer at school.”

  “Tell me about it. In and out burger and then The Walking Dead marathon?” He suggested.

  “Puuuuuurf!”

  We zoomed to the best burger joint in the world in our outfits. Come to think of it, we looked pretty silly but everyone else thought we looked super cool! Either that or it was L.A. and they were used to the abnorm weirdos like us!

  We made our way back to the empty mansion. Mom and Rick were out at some fancy shamncy event. Claire was at a friend’s house. But truth be told, if one was home, it would be hard to find them in the 15,000 square feet pristine white estate, a.k.a, Grace Castle.

  We made our way to the theater and brought our extra fries and burgers for later on in the night when we’d get hungry around 2 am and want a snack.

  “Ummm...wanna change?”

  “Definitely Batman.”

  “Okay, well don’t take too long. First one back gets the extra fries when we get hungry again.”

  “Deal.”

  We both ran up the stairs and down the hallway, each laughing as we made our way to our separate rooms. But as I undressed from the tight fabric, it was hard to get it off my body. My breasts were begging for freedom! Alas there I stood in my black lace bra and panties. My curvy petite body felt a fresh breath of air. I looked at myself in my mirror and lightly ran my fingers over my plump breasts thinking about how nice it would feel to be touched.

  And then I thought of Kyle and I couldn’t help but to ache down there, an intense longing that took over my body like a fever.

  Kyle was undressing too. He was probably in his boxers. I knew he wore boxers from his college laundry. He preferred the cream light plaid boxers.

  Stop being ridiculous!

  I shook my head, shaking up my crazy thoughts as I grabbed my favorite cotton Batman and Robin t-shirt for tradition, threw it on, threw my hair up in a bun, grabbed some shorts and ran as fast as I could down the hallway, stairs, and another winding hallway until I finally made it into the theater room where there he sat with a smirk on his face.

  Chapter Three

  “Beat you!”

  “No fair! I had like tightest outfit in the world on. It was hard to get off.”

  Something shifted in his eyes as I said the words. Hard. Get off. But he quickly changed the look. “Yeah, I bet! It was like painted on.”

  He obviously noticed.

  His eyes had something in them. Like a longing. I plopped on the couch, ignoring the “unspoken, unknown chemistry between us” and reached for a burger. But that was when his hand found mine.

  “Do you want this burger, too? Stingy!”

  His eyes looked deep into mine. God that fucking handsome face of his. He could totally be the lead guy in Vampire Diaries. His eyes danced briefly to my breasts, then to my bare legs and suddenly his hand found mine. I could tell he was struggling with something. “You know....”

  I felt like I waited an entire minute—heck—teenage existence—for the reply. His face flushed and his breath quickened.

  “I really...um...”

  “You really what?”

  He pulled away his hand and fumbled with a french fry and popped it in his mouth before washing it down with his sprite.

  “Do you wanna drink?”

  “Like some of your sprite?”

  “No, like just a drink. Something from the bar.”

  The theater had a super nice stocked bar with the liquor in the crystal containers you see in fancy movies.

  “Ummm...sure. Make mine sweet please.”

  “As you wish, my lady.”

  And like that I had my fun easy going step-brother back and we happily were on our way watching an episode of The Walking Dead.

  But even in watching the show, I couldn’t deny the sensation happening between us. I could feel the tension—it was so thick you could cut it with knife perfectly. I could tell he was bothered.

  “Another drink?”

  “Sure, but this is my last one! I’m feeling slightly buzzed.”

  “Wanna watch like a movie movie?”

  “Which one?”

  I could tell he was clearly perturbed by something. I felt bad for him. He looked incredibly conflicted.

  “Something complex. Paradoxical. Something that displays something
or shows the point of wanting something that you know you shouldn’t have, but you want to have it anyway.”

  Hmmmmm....

  “Vanilla Sky?” I suggested.

  “Perfect.”

  Minutes later the film was on and I was sipping my drink as was he. I felt him just a scooch closer and my heart beat doubled as his arm was behind me on the couch. But we weren’t super super close. But you know, we were closer. Then we saw the sex fucking scene. God how awkward now!

  Finally he said my name. Just faintly. It was so quiet I almost thought he hadn’t said it.

  “Kelly....”

  He reached for my almost empty glass and set it down.

  “Yeah?”

  I turned to face him and my heart was in my throat. I felt my face covered in heat as I fought to fight my feelings. My true feelings how I felt about him.

  “I....”

  Then his hand was on my face and his warm lips were on mine. It was like a drink of cold water on a hot day. Time stood still as his tender lips brushed against mine, so soft and so tender. Chills flooded my body as the soft explorative kiss turned into something more meaningful. My body went weak as his strength pulled me closer to him. His fingers slid into my silky strands, making me crazy as he massaged my scalp. My insides were screaming with desire, the emotions, the sensation of it all in the dimly lit theater room. His tongue lightly trailed around my lower lip before exploring me deeper. It was all happening so fast, but I wanted it to.

  His kisses trailed to my neck as I gasped at the touch. His hand slid down my neck, cupping my bare shoulders and I wanted him to touch me everywhere.

  My nipples hardened and I grew wet in eager desire for more. For more!

  He finally pulled away from our intense kiss. I was breathless and I pulled him back to my lips. I felt his hardness against my leg and I was about to explode in crazy need. I ached so hard. The ache for him was about to kill me.

  “Did I just making things fucking weird?” His baby blue eyes, dazed in hazy desire, furrowed. His kind soul was truly worried. He ran his fingers through his wavy locks. “Fuck.”

  My jaw hung open.

  “Are you even serious?” I think it was time to show him it was okay. That if he felt afraid to take things further, then I would. He could blame me. It could be my fault. But there was nothing I wanted more than him. I saw him over the past six years hundreds of times, and with each passing year the desire grew and swelled. I knew one day I would burst in desire like an ancient volcano. It was time. “Shut up. Don’t ever say that.” My pointer covered his lips with a sign of “hush” and his eyes slowly lowered slightly, as if knowing what was coming next. “I know what I want. I’m eighteen. I’m legal. And I want you.”

  I looped my right leg over him to where I was straddling him. Uh, liquid courage? I could feel his hardness between my thin shorts. My dampness begged for more of the touch, to feel him against my most intimate center and together to make pleasurable ecstasy together. I’d never had sex, but I knew how to make myself cum, and I knew just sitting against his hardness would make me come in an instant. I needed to show him how far I’d be willing to take us.

  “All I’ve ever wanted was for that to happen.” I ran my fingers through his hair. His hands gripped my waist and kissed me more passionately. Our chins tilted and raised, our breaths of passion rising as the forbidden fruit was finally bitten and oh it tasted so sweet, sweeter than any plum.

  I felt the rib of his tongue brush against my teeth, exploring my top gums before tenderly tracing my upper lip teasingly delicately. He bit down on my bottom lip and I moaned into his mouth.

  Finally he cupped my breast and I sighed as my nipples tingled and hardened, longing for more as his hot breath was in my ear.

  “I want you so fucking bad.” He whispered.

  My passion was so high, I was embarrassed he could feel my desire.

  “I want that, too. I really do.”

  “Do you really?”

  “Of course!”

  I went back to kissing him before he stopped me with a light touch of his own across my lips. “Because, I mean, we’re not really like blood siblings.”

  “Duh!”

  “I just can’t stop thinking about you day and night. You’re more than just the daughter of my dad’s new wife. That tight ass of yours, and your gorgeous tits, prancing around showing off your body in that tight suit, you know how to drive a man mad. Is it terribly wrong for me to confess that I’ve been dreaming of seeing you naked ever since I saw you in that 8th grade dress when I took you to the dance?”

  Inside I was jumping up and down like a school girl getting a pony for her birthday. Well, maybe I really was that little girl still and her pony was just a touch away. On that note....

  “Well, ever since I saw you naked....” I began... He processed the phrase with a quizzical gaze but as soon as he felt my hands reach down into his thin gym shorts to reveal his hard erect penis, he registered the phrase alright. My fingers softly but firmly wrapped around his hard silky shaft just before swiping over the liquid excitement dressing his spongy tip, his jaw lowered. If it hung any wider I’m sure it would snap into two.

  I felt excitement surge through my veins; I was about to pleasure him. “Well, I’ve always wanted to do this....” I opened my mouth dramatically, seeing his eyes darken with lust and excitement. I lightly trailed my tongue over his tip and he immediately moaned as his head fell to the side. My wet lips teased his tip before I took him all the way in, slowly gliding just down to the base of the shaft. His tip tickled the back of my throat but I didn’t care; it was Kyle’s. Kyle, the now man I’d wanted for so many years, the boy whom I fantasized about and touched myself and pleasured myself under the pressure of the water faucet time after time. He’s “made me come” so many times already it was time to pleasure him. I felt pools of desire increase in my now spoiled panties. I loved the way he tasted. He must have just showered. I could still smell his soap and this made me want to take him even deeper.

  “Oh...God...oh God...” He moaned. Slowly, I trailed my tongue around his tip once before sucking him as deep as I could, trailing my lips around his tip again.

  “But I...but I...let me see you. Please. I have to see those goddess breasts of yours.” He lifted off the shirt and unfastened my bra, freeing my hardened breasts. There they hung. I was proud of my tits and I always fantasized the way he’d look if he ever saw them bare. Judging by his lust and pleasant smile, I think he liked them. In a flash, his hungry lips crashed into my sensitive hardness, causing me to cry out as he sucked hard. Aggressive. Hungry. His left hand gripped hard on my breast and I felt myself pool in desire like a running faucet. I clenched in need as I ached to be filled. It felt so good. So good to be sucked.

  And then as if coming to his good senses, his touch softened. He fondled my breast, while twisting another hardened nipple before retrieving back to the lightly sucking. I about came as I felt myself exploding in pleasure. It was as if he too knew what to do or rehearsed what he’d do to me in his own imagination time after time.

  He lightly sucked as my breath caught; his pointer finger slid lightly down my bare stomach trailing down to the place he visited a million times in my dreams.

  Oh. My. God!

  His hand rested just at the mouth of my silk shorts. Every fiber in me longed for his touch to go just a bit further. Just a bit. He sucked harder now, as if instinctively or intuitively sensing my crazy intense desire to feel his touch.

  I had wanted this moment and dreamt of this moment for so long. For so long. I wanted to be touched, to feel him explore me, to explore my depths, to brush against the sensitive spot that makes me see stars.

  It’s like he knew how bad I wanted it because his passionate kiss felt my begging lips and I felt a smile on his lip.

  “I want to feel your passion as I do this.”

  And in that moment, he traveled from the safe ground to the red zone, the hot red zone. I was so swol
len and wet. I cried out into his mouth, my legs naturally spreading as I leaned further into him. My bare breasts pressing against him.

  Off with the t-shirt! I needed to feel my bare skin against his own.

  I nearly fell over as I pulled off his shirt, sending us both laughing for a moment but laughter turned into deep moans as his fingers slid against my slickness. His hot kiss biting my lower lip before sucking my nipple so hard.

  I cried out into an eager mouth as his finger slid and glided over my slickness and I nearly came in that ten seconds. It was all so intense! He grabbed my ass cheeks and helped my wobbly legs stand as he slid my shorts and panties of and like a hungry lion went straight for the kill. I moaned and cried out. My heart rate elevated and I nearly quivered at the first peeking touch of his light tongue against the hood of my clit.

  “Oh God!”

  With that eager encouragement of mine, his hands immediately gripped my waist and guided me to lay me down on the coach and I knew what was about to come.

  I continued to cry out in a soft moans as be brought me to bliss I’d never known. He continued pleasuring me and I couldn’t take it much longer.

  I clenched inside in ripples of desire.

  I tossed my head back in forth and bit my lip at the torturing pleasure until he sat me on the edge of his knees. I was inches away from his hardness as he explored me again. I was wide open for him as he trailed down to my tightness. His finger slid into my wetness as I cried out to him. It felt so amazing as he explored the depths of me but I was being pushed to the edge and I was about to explode.

  “I want you in me...” I said breathlessly.

  He let out a long sigh

  “But you’re a...” His eyes were soft. Tender.

  “I don’t care. I want you. I want it to be with you. I want to share this with you. And I want your naked body on me. All of it.” I was breathless.

  I didn’t know what to do, but there had been millions of virgins before me. I knew I’d get through it and I wanted to, with him.

  I slowly slid down letting him feel my tightness as we both sung out in happiness together. I felt stretched. It felt tight. A slight sting but I was in such heated desire I wanted more of him and more. His hands were on hips helping guide my way and suddenly I found myself in a foreign rhythm but a, “this feels as good as hell rhythm.” I loved the way he felt inside of me. I could see stars. It was all I could think about. I held on to his shoulders as the foreign movement became more sensational and I gave into my desires and feeling. I loved how I felt, all of him deep in me that a tickling sensation that flooded my senses taking to a place I’d never felt before. And in waves of pleasure I melted into him as I moaned. I was nearing an orgasm I could feel it. Sensing my orgasm, his hard sucking was on my nipple as I was a prisoner to his body. I felt amazing inside and out in every single way as I felt myself tightening and naturally clenching around him. I was becoming a woman! A woman! I never wanted this moment to end.