Stepbro (4 page)

I went upstairs and could hear the shower running from the hallway bathroom. The door was cracked open just a bit which made it sound even louder. I started towards my room but stopped. I don't know what came over me but it felt like I wasn't in control of my body. An animal instinct took over. Suddenly, I found myself opening the bathroom door and creeping in. Steam was billowing out like a fog. I could hear my stepbrother humming to himself in the shower.

Before I knew it, I had stripped off all my clothes. I worked my way through the fog, making sure I didn't make a sound. Then I tripped on some of his dirty clothes that he had tossed on the ground.

“Is that you, Kate?” he yelled over the roar of the water. “Wanna come join me?” His voice was so sexy.

My hand went for the shower door and I tried to stop myself. It was wrong! It was forbidden. When I entered the shower, my eyes glazed over as I admired my Abel's manly physique. He was in perfect shape. The water ran down his chiseled chest and past his manliness. He was so fucking big. It was like a limp tree stump.

My stepbrother was washing his hair and rinsing the suds out of his eyes. He smiled at me. I reached for his cock immediately and stroked him. “Mmm that feels so good.” His veiny shaft came to life in my hand, growing to twice the size. It was like holding a thick cucumber. My mouth started to water.

All I could focus on was my lust and desire. He moaned quietly and I tried kissing him. He gave in and our mouths came together, his arms wrapping tight around me. His tongue slipped in and I felt his grip on me tighten. I got lost in the passion as we made out underneath the strong spray of water.

My stepbrother suddenly pushed me away, sending me crashing against the shower door. Was he able to resist me? The expression on his face was like an animal on the hunt. There was no mistaking it—he wanted me. He pressed me up against the door, forcing my arms above my head. He held my hands up in a vice as he kissed my neck and moved farther down. His rough hands felt up my big tits, squeezing them hard and desperate. He put his lips around my nipples, sucking and biting on them. I was breathing hard. The pain and pleasure mixed into an ecstasy cocktail.

He moved down my stomach and kept going; my body shuddered. The water from the shower hit my body and cascaded off me. He kissed my womanhood and I felt his tongue slip in between my lips. His tongue flicked my clit around, sending wave after wave of pleasure. I was extremely wet and it wasn't from the shower. I rubbed my pussy all over his face letting him eat me out. I held his head and pushed him further in. I lifted my leg around his neck and he fucked me hard with his tongue, darting in and out. I wanted more.    

“Oh Abel, I want you inside me!” I begged. My stepbrother came up for air and stood up. He spun me around until I faced away from him. He forcefully bent me over, grabbing onto my hips. My hands pressed against the glass to keep myself up. Abel grabbed his bulging cock and slid in between the wet lips of my pussy, rubbing it up and down.

“Wait,” I said, putting my hand on his chest to stop him. “Shouldn't we use protection?”

Abel didn't respond and his teasing was driving me crazy. I pounded my fist on the wall. “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

His fingernails dug into my sides as he forced his erection all the way inside me. I gasped as he filled me up completely. His first thrust was slow and gentle. Each successive thrust was harder and faster. His cock explored depths that no other guy had ever reached. I had never been so wet. His grunts and moans turned me on even more. His brutal fucking was knocking me against the glass door. I thought it might shatter if he fucked me any harder.

Abel grabbed my wet hair and gathered it into a ponytail. The pain from the hair-pulling only increased the pleasure. He used my hair as leverage as he pushed his way even deeper. A scream escaped my lips. He pulled so hard on my hair that my head whipped back. He was so big that my tight little pussy could barely contain him. I cried out, the pleasure was unimaginable. My orgasm was so close.

“Right there! Right there!” My whole body overflowed with ecstasy. Then like a stick of dynamite, my stepbrother exploded inside me. His cock shot out streams of hot cum and his wet thrusts moved with ease. My climax's intensity increased tenfold with Abel coming at the same time. My legs shook like there was an earthquake and the floor was going to give way beneath us.

Abel moaned as he pumped gallons of his seed inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I almost blacked out. His grip on my hips loosened as he finished. He pulled out his throbbing cock, leaving a void behind. His cum ran out of me like a waterfall, running down my thighs.

We both stood against the walls trying to take in more oxygen. “You... can't... tell...Mom and Dad about this,” he gasped.

All I could do was nod my head in response.

“Hey guys! I'm home!” my mom called from downstairs. We both looked at each other with big eyes.
We both jumped out of the shower and I quickly dried off and dressed. I walked out of the bathroom and my mom ambushed me.

“What did you guys do for dinner, Kate?”

“We had to make a pizza,” I replied.

The bathroom door opened and Abel was fully dressed. “I tried to make your meatloaf but it was a complete failure.

My mom grinned but noticed both of our wet hair.

She knew now.

“Well I'll have to teach you both how to cook sometime,” she nervously laughed and walked away.

“I think the cats out of the bag,” I said to Abel.

Abel held me in his arms and looked deep into my eyes. “I wouldn't be able to hold back my love for you anyways.”

A warm feeling filled me. Deep down I always knew. “I love you too,” I whispered back.

Abel held me tightly and kissed me hard. My stepbrother would protect me from anything.

Here's a BONUS STORY for all my loyal readers!

Growing up in my house wasn't easy. Especially when you had a cocky stepbrother who always made fun of you. Teasing me about my looks and the fact that I never had a boyfriend used to bring me to tears. Drake was only a year older than me but it felt like a gigantic difference. My parents were always so proud of him: he got the best grades, won trophies, and always stayed out of trouble. Or at least he was really good at hiding secrets from them.

My mom married Phillip when I was in the second grade. I remember being excited to have a Dad again and a brother that would protect me. They moved into our three-bedroom house and Drake was in the room next to mine. We used to have a lot of fun when we were kids, playing board games on a rainy day, cops and robbers in the backyard, but something changed. After we both went through puberty, Drake started avoiding me. The teasing and pranks began.

When he found out that I had a crush on, Joshua, the pitcher of the high school baseball team, Drake went up to him and told him I had crabs. The rumor spread like wildfire and my classmates never let me forget it. I tried to get him in trouble, pleading with my mom and dad to punish him. They thought I was overreacting. “Boys will be boys,” they said to me.

When Drake graduated a year before me and went off to college, I breathed a sigh of relief. I finally got to relax without the constant threat of him making fun of me. I focused on my studies and graduated high school with a 3.5 GPA.

“Almost as good as Drake's 3.8,” my parents told me. They were always trying to play us against each other. Create competition so we would do better. At the time it made me feel like shit, but I understand now why they did it. It made me work harder, strive to be the best.

When Drake graduated with a business degree at the top of his class, my parents were so proud. They were so proud that they decided to fund his first venture. I couldn't believe they were throwing away tens of thousands of dollars on him. Their “precious prince.”

I wanted him to fail so badly to teach them all a lesson. The problem was, his business actually flourished. During my last year of college, he was already making millions. At that point, my parents could care less about my small accomplishments.

When I graduated college with a degree in History, I was even surprised they showed up to the ceremony. But right after I got my diploma, while we were taking family pictures, they wouldn't shut up about Drake and Atlas. I wanted to throw up all over my nice heels.

My first summer out of college was very difficult. I wanted to land the perfect job that could rival Drake's amazing performance but nobody was hiring. I couldn't even get a job at the gas station. The economy was held together with duct tape and the competition between all the other recent college graduates were fierce.

“I have the perfect idea,” my mom said one morning.

“What?” I asked, scouring job sites on my laptop.

My mom leaned over on the couch. “Drake,” she stated.

I already knew where she was headed. I looked up from the computer screen. “No way, Mom.”

The last place in the world I wanted to work at was Drake's business. Begging my stepbrother for a job would be a huge blow to my ego. It's the equivalent to bending the knee to an enemy king.

“Come on Sophia, you can either waste months and months to just land a crappy job or you can ask your stepbrother for one.” She didn't even think I could get a job.

“I'm not taking anything from him,” I said, slamming my laptop shut and storming upstairs. I'll show them when I get a great job.

It was only a few weeks later when I realized my mom was completely right. I spent so much time applying and searching and I had nothing to show for it. No interview. Not even a callback.

I only had one choice left and I already hated myself for it. I had to do it or else I'd be stuck living with my parents for the rest of my life. It would only be temporary, I told myself. Only until I can get a job somewhere else.

I drove to the city, deciding that a face-to-face with Drake would be a lot better than a phone call. I wanted him to see that I wasn't broken down yet, show him that I'm still strong and can fend for myself.

I got out of the car, lifted my head, put my hand up to block the sun, and took in the view of the tall skyscraper. Atlas in big letters dominated the top of the building. It was more impressive in person than in the pictures in magazines. I had never visited Drake at his work before and he never asked me.

I entered the tower and approached the blond receptionist sitting at a large stone desk.

“What can I do for you?” she asked, chewing bubblegum and not making eye contact with me. I watched for a moment as she twirled her hair and typed away on the computer.

“I'm here to see Drake Taylor,” I said softly.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No but he'll want to see me.”

“What's your name?” the girl asked.

“Sophia,” I replied softly.

The receptionist slowly looked up from her computer and made eye contact with me. She realized who she was talking with now. “Let me ask him right away.”

I turned away from her as she began dialing the number. The lobby took up the entire floor and other than a few fake plants, the receptionist was the only thing down here. Classic Drake. They couldn't fit anything else in the lobby because his ego was so big.

The receptionist hung up the phone. “Miss, Drake will see you now.” She pointed over to the elevator that had just opened. “Hit the button for level thirty-two.”

I nodded and entered the elevator. I pushed the button and waited patiently as we climbed and climbed. The doors opened to a 360-degree view of the entire downtown skyline. I stepped off the elevator and marveled at the scenery. A large oak desk stood in one corner of the room and was surrounded with a library of old books.

Drake sat at the desk, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. “Well this is quite a surprise, Sophia,” he said, folding the newspaper away.

“Yeah I know,” I replied.

“I didn't think you would ever step foot in this building.” Drake motioned for me to sit down in front of the desk.

I sat down in a comfy chair and became instantly relaxed. My body sunk into the cushions and it felt like I was floating. “I needed to talk to you about something.”

Drake put his elbows on the desk and leaned forward. “I have a meeting in ten minutes so cut to the chase.”

He almost always showed no emotion. It was like talking to a robot. I clenched my fists and breathed deeply. “I need a job.”

Drake leaned back in his seat and grinned. “Oh really. And I'm just going to give you one?”

“Come on, Drake. I've never asked you for anything before. You know how hard this is for me to do.”

“I always knew you'd come crawling in here begging for a job.”

“You always were a cocky bastard. Forget this,” I said, seething with anger. It took every ounce of willpower to not slap him in the face. I stood up and walked away.

I pushed the button for the elevator. I could hear it whirling its way upwards. The doors opened and Drake spoke up, “I need an executive assistant. My last one quit.”

I stepped into the elevator and turned towards him. Our eyes met and I stared at him for awhile. “I can start tomorrow.” I pushed the button for the ground floor and the doors closed cutting off our eye contact.