Stepbrother Forever: A Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

Ryan’s
tongue is in my mouth, moving and probing deeper as mine weaves with his in
sync. He tightens his grip on my arms and kisses me deeper, pushing me back
against the wall. I put one hand around his back and grab onto the hair on the
back of his head with the other, pulling him toward me so every part of our
bodies are touching.

He
reaches down to the hem of my top and pulls it up over my head. He puts both
hands on my breasts and forcefully massages them over my bra before removing
that, too. He takes his mouth off mine for a moment so he can look at me and
gives me a devilish smile that makes him look even sexier than he ever has. He
pulls off his own tee shirt and throws it off to the side.

Ryan
takes my breast into his hand and leans over to put it in his mouth. My nipples
are completely erect so he runs his tongue along one, licking it, before moving
to the other. I have both hands on his head and I’m running them through his
hair. He straightens up and starts kissing me again with the same intensity,
pressing his own chest into mine. He slides his hands down over my arms down to
my waist and unbuttons my jeans. Without skipping a beat or taking his mouth
off mine, he nudges them down over my hips.

I am so
turned on, seeing Ryan like this. I’m used to his sensitive, caring side. This
aggressive, take-charge attitude is intensely sexy. He runs his hands down my
sides and over the front of my panties, pressing his palm against my pussy and
rubbing it up and down. He lets one finger slide between my fold as he moves
his hand over the soft fabric, teasing me. I shove my hips forward, trying to
reach Ryan’s body and run both of my own hands up his muscular chest. I pull
his shirt up and Ryan moves his lips off mine so I can lift it over his head,
and then begins kissing me again. I can feel his need and desire with every
stroke of his tongue.

He
takes his hands off me to undo his own pants and quickly takes them off along
with his boxer briefs. Ryan reaches his hands around my sides and pulls me into
him. My breasts are tight against his chest and his length hard and ready
against me. He moves himself back so he can deftly work his shaft between my
legs. Ryan starts pumping his cock back and forth over my panties between my
folds, teasing me again. I grab his firm ass with both hands and bring him
closer into me, wrapping one leg around him at the same time.

“Come
on, Ryan. Fuck me,” I say, which is
very
out of character for me. But his behavior is bringing out a different side of
me, exposing a woman that I wasn’t aware existed.

He
still doesn’t say a word but pushes my panties to the side, letting the tip of
his erection touch my bare skin. Then he easily slides two fingers inside me
and I gasp. We are still kissing and I grasp his shaft in my hand and begin to
stroke him while he fingers me. Each time my hand moves toward my body, I pull
him harder so the tip of his erection touches my wetness, begging him to enter
me. He’s not giving in yet. Ryan inserts another finger inside me and moves
faster, pumping his hand while I continue to fondle him.

My
knees are weak. I can’t take any more. I need him—now.

I put my
hands behind him again and try pulling him closer. Ryan slides his fingers out
from inside me and tugs my panties down, until they fall freely. In one move,
he plunges himself between my inner lips. I’m so wet already that I eagerly
take in his whole length, enveloping him.

Ryan
begins to thrust into me, hard. My back is still against the wall and I have
one leg around his thigh. He easily lifts my legs around his waist. I throw my
arms around his shoulders and start kissing and sucking on his neck as he
continues pumping, moving himself in and out of me while making small circles
with his hips.

I grab
at his back with my hands and squeeze, “Oh God, that feels so good,” I whisper
against his lobe.

Ryan
groans for me. “Fuck yeah, it does.”

Ryan’s
hands are under my ass, helping me stay perched on top of him. He is pistoning
in and out and I am bouncing up and down, and the steady pulse of our movements
is taking us both to the edge of climax. I start moving faster and Ryan plunges
so deep inside me. He doesn’t pull out but makes small figure-eights,
continuously hitting all the right places. I grip his shoulders and Ryan
presses me back into the wall as he pulls himself out until just the tip of his
manhood is still inside me, and then buries himself back in, groaning as he
does.

He
repeats the same motion a few more times, and it takes me over the edge. I’m
squeezing him with both hands, groaning as I surrender myself, my body shaking.
Ryan delves deep inside me one last time before he can’t hold back anymore. I
feel the warm liquid emptying into me and he spasms with release.

I kiss
Ryan on the cheek and rest my head on his shoulder, slowly placing my feet back
on the floor without breaking our embrace. He moves his hands up my back and kisses
me on the forehead. We are both exhausted and grinning from ear to ear. I don’t
think either of us wants to move, so we stay where we are. We just stand there,
holding each other.

Ryan
backs away enough to see my face, “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Was it that bad?”

“No. I
just don’t want you to go,” I finally say.

Ryan
kisses me softly. “Just come with me.”

“I
can’t. Not yet anyway” I reply.

We both
bend down at the same time and gather our clothing off the floor. I excuse
myself to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I take a moment while I’m in
there to collect my thoughts. I can’t recall a time in my life when I’ve been
so happy and so sad at the same time. It’s literally only hours until Ryan
leaves, and I’m in panic mode. There’s no way I can go with him right now. I
just have to remember that if we are meant to be, putting a relationship on
hold for a couple of months won’t make a difference. If he truly loves me and
wants me to be with him, he will wait. And after he leaves, if I still feel the
same, I will go.

I come
back into the living room and Ryan is on the couch with a box of cookies. He
looks so cute and innocent—the complete opposite of the man who just had me
pinned against the wall.

“You
all good?” he asks me.

“Yes,”
I reply, beaming at him. I walk over to the couch, grab a cookie, and plop down
next to him. “I’ve never seen that side of you.”

“I
usually don’t use those moves with my friends. They tend to think it’s weird,”
Ryan quips.

I
giggle. “I mean, you were forceful and dominant. I don’t see that trait in you
often. You’re always so nice and sweet.”

“Really?
I always think of myself as a take-charge kind of guy,” he answers.

“I
guess,” I say trailing off. “That was amazing, you know.”

“Damn
right it was.” Ryan winks at me. “Maybe we are just meant to be together.” He
squeezes my hand and kisses me one more time, just lightly on the lips. I lay
my head on his shoulder and curl up next to him. We sit there, just cuddling
and enjoying the end of Ryan’s time here. We don’t really speak—I don’t think
either of us wants to talk about the inevitable—we just want to enjoy the time
we have left.

Chapter 18

We wake when the sun
rises and shines in through our small window. Ryan and I are still curled up
together on the couch. It’s very early, but as soon as I move, he hugs me,
pulling me closer to him.

“Good
morning,” he says in a sleepy voice.

“Morning,”
I reply. It can’t be good. Even though we are here together now, Ryan is
leaving in a few hours.

“I’m
going to make some coffee,” he announces. He kisses me lightly on the head,
stands up, and stretches.

I
stretch too and walk into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. This
is going to be one very hard goodbye today. I don’t know how I’m going to make
it through the morning without breaking down. I take a deep breath and go meet
Ryan at the table where he already has a mug of coffee ready for me.

“So,
this is it,” Ryan says solemnly. “I really don’t want to leave you, Eve.”

“I
don’t want you to leave, but you have to go,” I reply, frowning.

“I
know. Will you please consider coming with me? Just come in a couple of weeks
and meet me after I’m settled,” Ryan pleads again.

“I need
some time. You need some time. This is life-changing for you. Let’s take it
slow. We’ve waited so long to be together already. A little longer shouldn’t
make a difference.”

“I
know. I just… I know,” he concedes.

“So
what do you have to do before you leave for the airport?” I ask, abruptly changing
the subject.

“Not
much. Just get the last few things together. PGR has pretty much done
everything. All I really need to do is show up,” Ryan explains.

“What
are you going to do for Christmas?” he asks me, staring at our little tree.

“Probably
just stay with our parents again... They’ll be happy I’m there,” I reply. “What
about you?”

“I
don’t know. I have a couple of old friends out there. I’ll see who wants me for
the holidays,” he says, trying to sound enthusiastic.

“That
sucks. I wish you could have at least left after the holidays,” I say somberly.

“Yeah,
me too. Because I was cast so last-minute, there is a ton of things I need to
do before they start shooting. There’s no other way and they’re not going to
hold up the whole movie so I can stay with my girlfriend for Christmas.”

“So,
I’m your girlfriend now?” I reply, smirking.

“Yes,
you are,” he answers.

“Do I
have a say in this?” I ask.

“Only
if you’re saying yes.” Ryan chuckles at his own joke.

“What
about our parents?”

“What
about them? You’re my stepsister. They know we’re close. It might take them
time to warm up to it, but I promise you, they will.”

I
laugh, too. I’m glad we are having some fun and making light of things.

“I’m
going to pack the rest of my things and get ready to go. Hopefully, we’ll have
some time to chill,” Ryan says.

“Sure.”
Here come the tears. “I’ll go shower and stuff, then,” I reply. I guess fun
time is over.

Ryan
gets up and squeezes my shoulder on his way out of the kitchen. I sit in
silence for a few minutes before I get up and drag myself to the bathroom. I
don’t feel like showering yet, but I don’t really know what else to do with
myself.

I stand
there and let the water flow over me and try to clear my head. I just need to
get through the goodbye, and then I can let myself go, if I want. I just want
to keep it together for Ryan.

I put
on my robe and walk to my room to get dressed. I hear some music playing and
Ryan shuffling around. It’s going to be very lonely here soon. When I emerge
into the living room, I see his boxes and suitcases by the door. My eyes begin
to well with tears again. I take some deep breaths and calm myself before he
can see me. Ryan walks backwards out of his room, takes one last look around to
make sure he has everything, and steps into the living room.

“I only
have a few minutes before my car comes,” he says. He walks over to me and takes
my hand in his. “Don’t forget about me, Eve. I’m going to be waiting for you.”

“Of
course I won’t forget. You’re going to be famous now. Your face will be
everywhere. Besides, we also have these cool new things called phones and
e-mail, so we should be able to keep in touch,” I tease, trying to lighten the
mood. As much as I want him to stay, I also want him to leave so we can get
this goodbye over with already.

Ryan
forces a smile. I can tell that he’s very nervous as reality is finally setting
in. He brushes the hair away from my face and lets his hand linger on my cheek.
He looks into my eyes, appearing to be taking everything in so he will remember
my face and this moment. Then he leans in and presses his lips onto mine.

He
spreads my lips apart with his tongue and we immediately fall into a deep kiss.
I wrap my arms over his shoulders and run my fingers through the hair on the
back of his head, pulling him closer. Our tongues are entwined, weaving and
writhing together, our mouths acting as one. We grasp and hold onto each other,
Ryan’s tongue explores the inside of my mouth, reaching and stroking every part
of mine like he doesn’t want to forget.

The
buzzer rings, indicating that Ryan’s ride is here. He presses his hands more
firmly against my cheeks as we take in the last moments together, locked in
this kiss. We slowly break apart. Ryan gently presses his soft lips to mine,
kissing me gently several times before the buzzer rings again.

Ryan
impatiently pushes the button and lets the driver know he’ll be right down.
Then he wraps his arms around me, holding my body tight against his in our
final embrace. I hug him back, and we stand there for a moment.

“I love
you,” Ryan whispers in my ear.

“I love
you too,” I say, holding back the inevitable flow of tears that are coming.

He
gives my body a final squeeze, picks up his suitcases, and smiles quickly at me
before walking out the door. I’m sure he doesn’t want me to see him crying, but
I do.

I watch
him descend the stairs, close the door, and immediately break down. All the
emotion and sadness I’ve been holding back is finally being released. I sit on
the floor with my back against the door, sobbing heavily. I have my head
between my knees and I notice Ryan’s boxes are next to me, making me fully
aware of what just happened. I wish they would have picked them up before he
left—now they will just be a constant reminder.

I stay
there for a while, crying and feeling sorry for myself, allowing myself to be
weak, letting myself
feel
everything.

I sit
for what feels like hours, but I know it’s only been minutes. I wait until I
calm down and have no more tears and take a deep breath before I get up. It’s
still early morning, and I have the whole day ahead of me, although I really
don't know what I’m going to do. I don’t want to go anywhere or see anyone, and
I don’t have to, so I resign to staying home and feeling sorry for myself.

I walk
to Ryan’s room and take a look around. All of his things are gone and other
than his dresser and bed—the room is empty. I close the door and decide not to
open it again for a long time. I walk into the kitchen to make a snack, but I’m
just not hungry. I settle on watching some television in bed and trying to zone
out. I just stare at the screen, not absorbing anything, just thinking about
Ryan, and at some point, I fall asleep.

***

I wake
up several hours later. My face feels swollen and my nose stuffy, but I’m glad
I got some sleep, anyway. I stay in bed for a while, still not wanting to do
anything, turning over the events of the last week in my head. I need to get up
and stop the endless circle of thought.

I amble
back into the kitchen and look in the fridge for something to eat. I put a
sandwich together and sit on the couch. It’s not much better than lying in bed
but I guess it’s a step up. I turn on the television again and put on a show to
try and grab my attention. I glance at the Christmas tree out of the corner of
my eye. I’m going to have to take that down now that Ryan is gone; it’s just
another reminder I don’t need around.

I spend
the rest of the day moping around and doing a whole lot of nothing. Ryan sends
me a text that he landed and is going to check out his new place. He also says
he misses me. My eyes fill with tears and I reply with congratulations, good
luck wishes, and smiley faces, which are the complete opposite of how I feel
right now.

I wake
up the next morning determined to be productive. I have a couple of unanswered
texts and phone calls asking how I am and if Ryan got off okay that I should
tend to. I return the texts with short answers and save the calls for another
day before I get ready for work. I’m scheduled on a day shift which is good
because it will force me to get out of the apartment. I get dressed and brave
the cold, spending the next several hours working behind the bar. It feels like
a much longer day than it is, but putting on a happy face for a while actually
helps lift my spirits a little. I come home feeling slightly better and try to
ignore the boxes by the door. They are supposed to be picked up tomorrow—I
can’t wait.

I spend
the rest of the week doing about the same thing. Getting by with a happy facade
at work and spending a lot of time in my room. Ryan and I have texted every
day. We only spoke once so far, but that’s because I keep pretending I’m at
work when he calls. I’m just not ready to talk to him. He seems to be getting
along and adjusting to his new surroundings. It sounds like he’s happy and
excited, as he should be, but I’m still so sad that he’s gone, so I don’t want
to bring him down.

There
are only a couple of days left before Christmas. I do a little last-minute
shopping, picking up some things to give to my parents. I haven’t seen or
spoken to them much in the last few weeks. I’m looking forward to spending some
time with them and having their company. They have no idea what happened, and I
have no intention of telling them. I’m sure they will understand that I’m sad,
but they don’t need to know the whole story.

I spend
the evening before Christmas Eve in my apartment, wrapping gifts and getting in
the holiday spirit. I’m preparing to head home to my parents’ house in the
morning when I get a text from Tara. I haven’t spoken to her all week. We
texted a few times but I’ve really been avoiding everyone. I’m feeling pretty
good tonight so I decide to give her a call back instead of replying to her
text.

“Hey! I
was wondering if you were ever going to call me again,” Tara says in lieu of a
simple “hello.”

The
sound of her voice makes me light up. I must need a friend more than I thought.
“Hey, girl. I missed you. Just been catching up on some things.”

“Yeah,
I bet. How are you holding up over there?” she asks.

“I’m
fine. A little lonely, but I’ll get used to it.”

“I
guess you’re not used to sleeping alone,” Tara says. She has a friendly tone,
but the way she said that is full of implications.

“What
do you mean?” Does she think Ryan and I have been sleeping together?

“Come
on, I saw you guys.”

“Saw
who? You’re losing me.”

“
You
and Ryan.
I saw you holding hands on his last night here,” Tara answers
plainly.

Oh,
yes. I forgot about that. “I don’t even remember. I guess it was no big deal,”
I lie. I have no desire to get into a conversation about me and Ryan right now.
If it comes down to it and I choose to go to California, I’ll let everyone
know. But for now, I’m not admitting to anything, even to my best friend.

“Whatever.
I’m not an idiot. I know there is something going on between you two. That’s
some scandalous stuff and I love it! You’ll tell me all about it when you’re
ready.” She says, then adds, “So, what are you doing for Christmas? Hanging
with the ‘rents? Bet
that’s
gonna be
weird, huh?”