Swagger: A Stepbrother Romance (2 page)

"Oh yeah baby, fill my cunt. FUCK!"

Annoyed, I got up, went to the computer and exited the porn site, closing the laptop. Sitting back down on the edge of my bed, I started to mull over what had just happened. I'd been a little surprised at my body’s reaction to him, and seemingly his to me. Was it the Blonde Woman and Rugged Guy that had spurred the heat between us, or was it a genuine mutual attraction?

I’d been harbouring strong feelings for him for some time, but from the way he’d always acted towards me, he had seemed indifferent. While I was a book nerd, he was the jock, out partying each weekend, and it seemed like a new girlfriend every week. Could his indifference actually have been a cover for an attraction towards his little stepsister? Regardless of the reason, his cock illustrated to me that his body would be a more than willing participant in whatever activities I may have had in mind.

But he was my stepbrother…

My body shivered and my wet pussy trembled thinking about his rock-hard shaft. Despite wanting to have my own webcam show I'd never actually been with a man before. Sure, I'd fooled around with boys, given and received oral from time-to-time, but never actually 'done the deed.' None of the boys I knew turned me on like Zach did, and none of them had been hung nearly as well as my stepbrother. I imagined that feeling him inside of me would be nothing short of amazing. God only knew, my body was demanding it.

Then the idea struck me... It struck me like a ton of bricks and sent my mind into a whirlwind considering the possibilities.

My stepbrother would be the perfect person to do the webcam sex show with me! He lived in the same house – at least for the time being - needed the money, and his cock was perfect! It was easily the size of a porn star’s, though everyone knew that the camera angles used in filming were set up to make a guy’s dick look bigger. He'd been working construction as well as working out at the gym regularly for years, so his body was spectacular, and he was just overall a hot guy. Suffice to say, I would have no problem spending an hour or two a day having him fill each and every one of my holes on webcam.

A different type of excitement rushed through me, mixing with the horniness. Now all I had to figure out was how in the
hell
I was going to convince him to fuck me online for the internet world to see...

Chapter 2

Zach

After tossing on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt I made my way to the basement for a much needed workout. My head was swimming with things that I knew I shouldn't be thinking about, such as how great Tia had smelled - lavender and rose - and the way she whispered my name while she was lying under me, as though she wanted me - badly.

Had it been my imagination that she’d bucked up against me, teasing my dick?

I had felt an attraction towards her for a while now. The attraction had grown substantially since I’d moved back into the house, but it wasn't anything like the deep- seated hunger I’d felt for her earlier today. And that hunger scared the fuck out of me! It wasn’t right, she was a kid, not even eighteen yet. Okay, maybe not a kid anymore, she was never a kid – not really. She was one of the most mature people I knew, I’d always admired how level–headed she was. And she was going to be eighteen tomorrow. So, no, she wasn’t a kid.

Securing another ten pounds on the barbell, I settled myself on the weight bench, lining my body under the barbell. My gloved hands grasped it preparing myself to start the reps.

What was in the notebook she'd been so protective over? Research? Of a porn site? It made no sense. Who researched porn sites? I lowered my hands from the barbell and sat up on the bench. She was up to something. But why in the fuck would she be taking notes on cam shows? There was no way she was getting off on the beefy anal man, when I’d walked in on her.

Realistically, it was none of my business either way. Though when you walk in on a sexy woman in her PJ’s watching kinky porn you can't help but get a little curious.
But she's not a woman, she's not even eighteen yet
, my conscience screamed at me.
She will be in six hours
, came my cock's smug reply as it began to rise in my gym pants.

"Fuck," I grumbled, settling back down on the bench and grasping the barbell once more. The best way to deal with Tia was to simply pretend today never happened. Even if I
did
have an attraction for her, it wasn't as though I could do anything about it. She was my sister after all - well, stepsister.

Besides, Dad would disown me if I ever…
I groaned, trying to push her from my mind. The rules of our relationship had been fully explained to me when my father married her mother. She was 100%, fully and completely off-limits.

Think of Becky. Yes, Becky
. I concentrated my thoughts on my latest conquest from two weeks ago, successfully pushing Tia from my mind. Becky was a bosomy red-head and there’s nothing that turned me on more than that first discovery that the curtain did indeed match the drapes.

“I need to call Becky,” I grumbled to the empty room, not sure if I even meant it or not.

~*~ TT ~*~

Tia

“You’re out of your damned mind, Tia.” My best friend Andrea gave me a skeptical look, then went back to studying my notes, a strand of curly black hair falling over her eyes. Periodically, she would glance over from the notebook to the laptop screen where I was playing one of the cam shows.

“Think about it. It’s not too insane,” I protested. I really wanted her to understand and perhaps even back me in this decision. Her approval would make me feel so much better about the whole thing. Though judging from her reaction so far, I didn’t think I was going to get it.

“No?” Andrea took off her black rimmed glasses and sat back in her chair, brushing the stray lock out of her eyes. “No, not crazy at all.” I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her down and frowned. “It’s the fucking internet, Tia. That shit will be out there forever. How do you think whatever law firm you apply to will react to knowing one of their applicants is a porn star?”

“Some cam shows hardly make me a star,” I attempted to joke, but my friend only gave me a scowl for my effort to lighten the mood.

“You know what I mean. This shit could ruin your career before it even begins.”

“How else am I going to pay for school?”

“Like everyone else.” She leaned back in her chair and jerked her thumb at her chest. “I’m going to community college and getting a shitty community college degree and then starting my shitty community college career and finally starting my shitty life with that degree, maybe, unless I snag myself a rich dude that insists I stay home and bask in his wealth like a good little housewife.”

I didn’t know if I was going to laugh or groan in frustration. I forced my expression to remain passive. “That’s not what I want.” I gave Andrea a pleading look. I wanted her to understand. I needed Andrea’s support on this and maybe to use her as a soundboard. “You know Princeton is all I ever dreamed about.”

“It’s what your dad dreamed about for you.”

“It was both of us. Our dream for me.”

“But you didn’t get a scholarship,” she reminded me.

“But I got in. That’s a sign. I need to do anything I have to do to make this work.”

“So you’re going to do porn? Do you really think your father would approve of your decision?”

Okay, that hurt. I felt tears beginning to form, but forced them back. I refused to let her see how much she hurt me. “Cam shows. They’re different.”

“Whatever. And who are you going to fuck on cam?” Andrea crossed her arms over her chest and gave me a smug look. “Craig’s List perhaps? Or are you just going to masturbate for strange men?”

“That’s what I need your help with,” I replied, rolling my eyes at Andrea.

“I don’t follow.” Andrea cocked a perfectly waxed brow at me and uncrossed her arms.

Okay, I have her interest. The initial surprise is over. Maybe she’s coming along
. Chewing at my lower lip I continued, “I need to find a guy to…”

“Have sex with,” Andrea offered.

“Yes. Have sex with.” My excitement began to bubble. “And I thought maybe you could help me figure out who to ask. Maybe you know someone hot, hung, and reliable who needs cash?”

“Handsome and hung?” Andrea frowned, but appeared as though she might actually be considering it.

“Yeah. Maybe. That way it’s not really a stranger.”

“You realize any guy who would do that on cam is a man whore and may have some sort of disease.”

“Then he has to go get checked and produce a clean bill of health, and it’s not like I’d be doing with him without protection even with proof, ‘cause you never know,” I shrugged.

Andrea’s expression became unreadable.

“Come on. I could really use some help with finding someone.”

“Hmm.” A smug look came over Andrea’s face as she leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the table. “Don’t you have one more problem you haven’t thought of?”

Tilting my head to the side, I examined my friend. Something I hadn’t thought of? I really didn’t think that was possible, I’d thought of everything. Every teeny tiny detail I’d considered. Or at least I think I had. “What’s that?”

Andrea laughed. “You’re a virgin, silly.”

“Oh.” Okay, perhaps I hadn’t thought of every little detail. Straightening in my chair I began twirling a lock of hair around my left index finger, a habit that I’d had for years.

“Yup, oh.” Andrea’s expression became one of satisfaction, she thought she’d won. “Bet you would be one of the first virgin cam girls.”

I stopped twirling my hair and smiled. “I would be.”

Andrea’s smug smile began to fade. “Which is why it’s so silly.”

“No, not at all.” Excitement began building within me again. “It’s perfect. Ohmygod! Can you image the amount of views I’d get to have my first time be put on cam!”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“No.” My mood deflated a little. “I mean, it certainly isn’t the experience I’ve been saving myself for. But your first time was in the backseat of Tommy Lord’s Honda and a week later he broke up with you for that whore Tiffany, not exactly a wondrous memory.”

Andrea’s expression became almost pained.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Andrea.” I reached across the table and took my friend’s hands in mine. “I really am. I’m such an ass.”

“Forget it.” Andrea shrugged as if it were no big deal, but I knew better.

“I’m such an ass,” I repeated, and really meant it. I was never the type to intentionally hurt someone else and it killed me to know I’d said something so cruel.

“No, you’re just excited and a bit crazy.” A small smile began to emerge onto Andrea’s face. “A lot crazy, actually. But, I do see where you’re coming from and it wouldn’t be in you to give up on something you want, regardless of the price.”

I shook my head.

“You’re so pigheaded.”

“I am.” No doubt I was. I would happily own that trait.

“There’s no way I can talk you out of this, huh?”

“Talk her out of what?” Zach’s voice cut in, his footsteps approached the archway leading into the kitchen from the living room. A moment later his broad frame appeared and he looked from Andrea to me with a curious expression on his face.

I froze up, terror rushing through me. How much had he heard? Oh shit, what if he found out and told our parents? I was now officially 18. I was technically an adult. Technically and legally I could do what I wanted. Despite my feelings that there wasn’t anything wrong with being a cam girl if that’s what you wanted, I didn’t want our folks finding out. I knew they wouldn’t share my feelings on the topic. Besides, I didn’t want to see the disappointed expressions appear on their faces. Not to mention the hours of lectures and pleading for me to not do it. But the worst would be their disappointment.

I looked at Andrea, still trying to figure out what to say.

Luckily, Andrea came to my rescue. “She wants to color her hair green.” Her face took on an expression of distaste. “How nasty would that be?”

Zach’s brow creased as he looked down at Tia. “Green. Really?”

Flashing him a sheepish smile I nodded, deciding to follow my friend’s lead. “You don’t think it would suit me? Everyone is coloring their hair outlandish colors nowadays. Maybe green with streaks of red.”

“You’re fucking kidding with me, right? You want to turn yourself into a Christmas freak? ‘Cause that’s what people will call ya, as they point and laugh.”

“No.” Raking my fingers through my hair, I pretended to consider the golden locks. There was no way I would ever change my hair color. “You really think it’s a stupid idea?”

“You’re retarded.” Zach shook his head as he crossed the room to the fridge and pulled it open. “But then again, for every ‘tard, there’s a man who’ll love them,” he added as he poked his head in the fridge, considering the contents.

He’s hot
, Andrea mouthed to me, pointing at Zach.

I watched Zach. He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of grey jogging pants which sat low on his hips. He had amazing shoulders with insane definition, you could tell he worked out regularly.

I continued to watch as he fumbled in the fridge, each muscle moving and flexing as he grabbed a plate with a cooked ham on it and turned to face us.

“We need to get some groceries. There’s shit to eat in there.”

“Yeah.” I examined his chest. It was hairless, though as my eyes began to lower there was a thin strip of hair starting halfway down his abdomen and disappearing underneath the waistband of his jogging pants.

Yes, he was damned sexy. He’d be so perfect as my online partner. I just had to figure out a way to broach the subject. But if it went bad and he thought it was as outrageous as my best friend did, there was a chance he’d rat me out to the folks and then I’d be screwed. If I couldn’t film at our parent’s house, at least for the first month, I’d never afford to move out and to California.

Turning away from us, Zach began preparing a sandwich. “Since the folks won’t be back for another couple of weeks, we should go to the store. Maybe tonight.”
 

Andrea pointed towards Zach’s back, mouthing,
him!

My gaze remained glued to his back as I tapped my fingernails on the table top.

Tap, tap, tap.

Maybe, just maybe.

~*~ TT ~*~

Zach

“I don’t even know how to get into this thing,” Tia peered into the Jeep Wrangler which had been modified from its original form, sitting on massive tires and much higher than the majority of vehicles. The Jeep was my pride and joy. Nothing beat the feeling of freedom when I pulled off the soft top and doors, and headed for an off-road trail somewhere out in the wilderness.
 

I laughed at her bewilderment, watching her attempt to climb in. “Grab onto the side handles and pull yourself up and into it.”

Her eyes narrowed at me, she didn’t look convinced or impressed.

Still laughing, but knowing if I didn’t assist her we’d never get going, I grabbed her ankle and positioned her foot on the side step. Admittedly, she was so short that it would seem daunting.

“I can do it!” She batted at my hand on her ankle, a scowl on her face. “I don’t understand why men feel the need to do this to their vehicles.” She stared directly into my eyes. “Overcompensating for something, perhaps.” Without waiting for a reply she broke eye contact and hauled herself up and into the vehicle.