Meet The Stepbrothers: A STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE (3 page)

CHAPTER FIVE
JUST RELAX

James let a lot of his anger out in bed that night.

When we finally made our way back to our room, long after our parents went to sleep, James pushed me onto the bed. He began to remove his shirt and undo his belt buckle.

“Are you okay?” I asked, staring up at him.

“Yeah,” He lied, trying to act completely normal. “Why?”

“You just seem kind of… Off.” I said.

“Hmm. No, I’m okay,” he said.

He pulled off his pants and crawled over top of me on the bed. I could see a certain look of anger in his eyes and he just didn’t have his usual smile. He quickly grabbed my shirt from the base and pulled it roughly over my head, messing up my hair in one quick motion.

“James…” I said.

While I wasn’t the kind of girl that needed a lot of foreplay, it was still nice to share a little kiss or two before diving in.

James was not interested in making love that night. He had some serious sibling rivalry he needed to work out of him.

He grabbed my pants and pulled them off. His arms were tense and hard. I reached around and began to undo my bra as he slipped my panties down around my knees, exposing my pussy. He took his fingers and gently moved them up from the base of my vagina to my clit. I have to admit, there was something very sexy about his uncharacteristic aggressiveness.

I pulled my bra off and let my boobs hang out. Albeit naked, I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed in the house of someone else, knowing that at any minute, someone could come into the room. I took my hands and placed them over my breasts.

James reached up and grabbed my hands and pinned them down at my sides.

“James.” I said, slightly concerned.

He leaned down and started kissing my neck aggressively. I could feel him sucking rather hard.

“James, please,” I said again.

I could feel his cock throbbing against my pussy, getting bigger and bigger in his briefs. He continued to pin my arms down at my side and suck on my neck. I looked towards the doorway and I could hear Frank walking through the house, still awake. James began to grind my naked body. I started to feel claustrophobic, so I tried to move my hands away from him. His grip was too tight.

“James, let go of my hands.”

He was angry. He began to grind me harder. He moved his head down my neck and onto my breast. He began to suck on my nipple hard. I could feel his hot face against my soft boob.

“James!” I said, beginning to feel pain in my wrist.

He removed one of his hands quickly from my wrist and used it to pull his briefs down past his knees. His big hard cock sprang out quickly. It was so hard; you could see it throbbing. I looked up at James and he had a sort of crazed look in his eye.

He grabbed onto my arms and pinned them down to the bed.

“Jamie…”

James stopped and took a breath.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“I’m fine,” he said again.

I stared into his eyes. “You’re hurting my wrists,” I said.

“I’m sorry, he said, shaking his head. He loosened his grip.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I liked it.” I grinned.

He grinned right back, tightened his grasp.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” James said.

“Badly.”

“How badly?”

“So badly,” I said.

James bit his lip to contain his smirk.

“Fuck me,” I said.

He leaned back down and dropped his head next to mine. I felt his long hard cock press up against my vagina as he started to thrust himself forward. His dick slid up and down my pussy over and over. He was getting progressively more aggressive as he put in more and more pressure. I looked down and could see the head of his penis emerging up from my pelvic horizon, over and over again.

I closed my eyes. As his cock rubbed my clit, I began to feel a warm sensation grow in my vagina. I started to think about Frank’s big, hard arms. I thought about the way his muscles bulged when he reached across the table. I could still see his hard nipples through his tight shirt.

James cock continued to slide up and down my pussy.

Frank’s face flashed through my mind.

James moaned, his cock throbbing hard.

“Harder,” I muttered.

I began to imagine Frank on top of me. I imagined his big, thick, muscular member pushing up against my pussy. I could just imagine it throbbing against me. I could see his big, hard chest hanging over me while he held me down with his powerful arms.

The sensation grew in my vagina as a warm fluid began to trickle from my pussy, down my butt.

I imagined Frank rubbing his cock all over my hot pussy juice; getting his solid member all moist and ready.

Then, as he slid down, he lined the head of his penis up with my hole and he pushed in hard. His wet cock slid straight in, penetrating deep into my body. His pelvis slammed into me and I threw my head back. I let out a quiet moan, still afraid of getting caught.

He began to pump me repeatedly with his cock. I could feel his rock solid dick filling me and emptying me over and over again. The ridges of his veiny cock rubbed against my clit as they passed over every time.

I imagined Frank’s hard, veiny dick slamming my wet pussy.

Another bout of hot juice drizzled out of me. I was close to cumming. I could feel his cock slide back again, almost to the point where he was fully out of me. I could feel the tip of his penis against my clit. Then, he drove back into me, and pulled back and did it again. It was bliss, feeling every millimetre of his dick slide through me.

He squeezed my arms harder and I came. I raised my hips up off of the bed and let out a loud moan. He pushed his throbbing dick in hard, and then pulled out. He let go of my arms.

I reached my hand down onto my pussy and began to rub my clit, with my eyes still closed. I suddenly felt him grab me by the side and flip me over quickly. I could feel the juice from my pussy drip off of his dick and onto my butt. I kept my eyes closed and pulled a pillow in close to my face, knowing what was coming.

The head of his penis pushed up against my pussy again. I reached forward for something to grab, but James didn’t let me. He took my arms and held my wrists together behind my back.

He pushed his cock in. I gasped sharply. I tensed up as his cock moved in very slowly. Then, I took a breath and the muscles in my vagina relaxed. His solid throbber slid in fast as he inserted himself fully into my body.

“Fuck.” I said aloud.

He remained still for a moment while I pulled myself together. I could feel his wet cock deep inside me, just remaining still and throbbing. Then, after a short moment, he began to pump his dick in and out of my slit. I could feel the blood pumping into his dick and his cock began to throb harder and faster. The pumping sent ripples through my body and into my wet pussy. He held my wrists tighter as he picked up his speed and intensity. He began throwing himself violently into me, pushing me up the bed. After a few thrusts, I was hitting my head against the headboard.

James began to moan and grunt.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Oh God,” I moaned. I was cumming. “Oh God—Oh, fuck,” I moaned over and over. My arms and legs went numb as the sensation in my quivering slit intensified.

James thrust himself hard into me one last time and I felt my pussy fill with his hot cum. He continued to squeeze my wrists tightly. I slowly released the tension from my body as he slid his long cock out from between my legs. His warm cum began to drizzle down my thigh.

We were both breathless.

James did not say anything; he just went into the bathroom and closed the door.

CHAPTER SIX
CHARLIE

The next morning, we sat and ate breakfast in the kitchen. My wrists were sore from the previous night, and there were dark bruises on my arms from our rough playtime. James was quiet, still reliving the conversation with his brother over and over in his head.

Patricia stood at the counter and prepared another lavish meal.

“How do you like your eggs, dear?” she asked me.

“Scrambled, please,” I replied.

“Jamie likes his eggs sunny side up,” she said to me for no reason except to make me feel uncomfortable.

I smiled.

“Did Charlie wake you kids up last night?”

James looked up at Patricia. “Charlie’s home?”

“He came in late last night. Nearly gave me a heart attack,” Patricia said. “He came into our room to say hello. He just barged in without knocking.”

“Where is he?” James asked.

“He’s asleep. Gosh, it must have been four in the morning.”

A patter of footsteps ascended the stairway from the basement. A familiar face emerged.

“Hello, everyone,” Frank said as he entered the room. He was topless, with nothing but a towel around his waist. His hair was wet. His muscles were thick, bulging. The crevices between his abs were deep and dark with shadows. “Ma, is there another bottle of shampoo? I don’t want to use your fruity stuff.”

“The fruity stuff is fine,” Patricia replied. “What’s wrong with the fruity stuff?”

“I just don’t want to use it.”

“It won’t make you less manly, Frankie,” Patricia replied.

“I don’t want to be smelling fruit all day, ma.”

“You can use James’s shampoo,” I said.

“Really, James?” he asked.

James looked up, and then looked at me.

“Yeah, I guess so. Go for it,” James said.

“Sweet, thanks bro.”

“It’s just in our bathroom, by the sink,” I said.

“Thanks.”

Frank walked passed us, towards our little guestroom. I snuck in a quick glance of his ripped chest as he passed. His massive pecs must have protruded out two whole inches from his body. His back was just as impressive, two rippling hemispheres divided by a deep vertical fissure.

“You can’t just fucking offer my shit to everyone,” James said quietly to me—quiet enough that his mother couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that wasn’t okay,” I replied. My eyes were wide, shocked at his outburst.

“What kind of toast would you like? Brown, white or sourdough?” Patricia asked.

“Hmm… Sourdough, please,” I said.

“Jamie liked brown toast.”

“Ma,” James said.

“Family!” a voice called out from behind me.

I spun around.

A man I knew only from photos on the mantle—Charlie—stood at the top of the stairs. He was wearing a pair of orange-tinted aviator sunglasses and a loose button-up shirt with a sporadically colourful pattern on it—a shirt straight out of the 90s, complete with spirals, triangles, squiggles and polka dots. 

“Well look who showed up! If it isn’t little Charlie,” James said, standing up.

James walked up to Charlie and the two brothers hugged. Charlie looked at me from over James’s shoulder.

“Well I’ll be fucked, Jay,” Charlie said. “That looks like a lady.”

“Charlie Kallo,” Patricia said sternly. “Watch your language in this house.”

“Sorry, ma,” Charlie responded.

“Hello,” I said, smiling and standing up.

He walked towards me, extended his hand and bowed his head.

“And, to whom do I owe this pleasure?” he asked.

“I’m Brenna—Brenna Wilkinson.”

“Brenna, my darling, you are absolutely stunning. James is beyond lucky to have found you.”

I couldn’t help but blush.

“Watch it, Charlie,” James said.

Charlie smiled and pulled out a box of cigarettes. “Wilkinson, hey?” he said. “That a coincidence?”

“How so?” I asked.

“Ma’s a Wilkinson now too,” Charlie said.

“It’s one hell of a coincidence,” James said.

“Language!” Pat barked.

“What do you mean?” Charlie asked, pulling a cigarette out from his pack.

“Come outside and I’ll tell you about it,” James said.

“You aren’t smoking those death sticks still, are you Charlie?” Patricia asked.

“We’ll be right back, ma,” Charlie said.

I sprung to my feet, afraid to be left alone with Patricia.

We walked out the back door onto a large deck. Charlie lit up his cigarette, removed it from his mouth and offered it to me.

“No, thank you,” I said.

He smiled and nodded.

“Writing for Rolling Stone I hear, Charlie,” James said.

“Yeah-huh.”

“That’s quite the gig.”

“Thanks,” Charlie said, right before he inhaled.

Charlie was one charming little son of a bitch. He looked over and stared me right in the eyes and smiled. He was not as physically gifted as his older brother, Frank, but he definitely had an indescribable aura of sex appeal to him. He was dripping with confidence. His smile belonged on the cover of a magazine. He leaned against the banister and planted his elbow down onto the wooden railing, as if he were posing for a photo. He knew damn well that he could have any girl he wanted.

“You guys have plans while you’re in town?” Charlie asked.

“We need to get the last of our Christmas shopping done. Otherwise, nothing. What about you?” James asked.

“Oh, I’m all free,” he replied, smiling. “Just going to relax. Next assignment isn’t due for a month.”

Charlie looked over at me again as he took a long drag from his cigarette. His eyes looked right into my soul through his orange shades. He blew the smoke out from his lungs slowly.

“How long have you two been dating?” Charlie asked.

“Almost a year,” I said.

“Not quite six months,” James corrected me.

“Live together?”

“No,” James said.

“We’re talking about it,” I added.

Charlie smiled and nodded.

“Cool.” Charlie said as he looked towards James. “I’m proud of you, buddy. She seems like a keeper to me.”

James smiled.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You better treat her right,” Charlie told his brother.

Charlie passed his cigarette to James. James accepted it, took a long drag.

“James—” I said.  I had never seen him smoke anything.

“What?” he said, handing the cigarette back.

“Since when did you smoke?”

He sighed and turned away from me. I was not sure what I had done to make him so standoffish.
Was it me?
Or was he just taking his familial frustrations out on me?

Charlie looked at me and smiled.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was so captivating. I loved the way he sucked on his cigarette and the way he slowly blew the smoke back out into the air. His damned smile was hypnotizing and sent a rush of energy through my body.