Vain: A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

                                     
Chapter 8 - The battle of Futility – Sam
I haven’t yet responded
to Mick’s text. I’m thinking a little too much about what would be appropriate
as a response. When I give our relationship the thought I feel it deserves,
there is a realization that, I don’t know who he is. It makes me feel uneasy.
Sure I know him as a brother, but not as a man. This is all too weird.
         
          I have given up too
much, too soon, caught up in the one passionate moment that changed our
relationship forever. But that ship has sailed—I did kind of fuck him on a
first date. Well really, before our first date. Wow, I need to slow this whole
thing down. Things are already out of hand
.

         
I stare blankly at my phone, hoping that the response will magically appear on
its own.
How should I respond to this? Where am I supposed to go from here?
Do I continue this relationship, or should I back off?

I am so attracted to him, perhaps too much and I really like
him. If I’m being honest with myself, the time we spent on the beach was pure
magic. That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had with anybody. How could I
possibly top that moment? Was that the best it was ever going to get?

         
I’m not sure what to do. If I don’t respond, it is definitely rude, but if I do
respond, where do we go from here?

My phone begins to vibrate in my hand, giving me a fright.
It’s Mick, again.
          “Are you OK?”

         
Well, now I have to respond. Otherwise, it’s just rude. Besides, what harm
could come of this? It’s just a conversation. I don’t have to do anything more.

         
“Yes, I am OK. Sorry I didn’t respond.”

         
“
What are you doing now?”

         
“What do you mean? It’s 6am.”

         
“Can I call you, I want to hear your voice.”

         
I do want to hear his voice, I can picture is his smile. Well, his smile and
his muscles. He has the most amazing body. When he touched me, he me made me
burn inside. I wanted him more than I knew, or was willing to admit. This all
feels so dangerous. My fingers type faster than my mind can think, or else I
may have said no.
          “OK, call me.”
Butterflies flitter in my stomach.

         
My heart beats fast as I wait for the phone to ring. It feels like I am a
teenager in high school, waiting for a boy to call. I sit up in my bed,
nervously biting my lip just as the phone rings. I take a deep breath and
answer it.
          “Hello?”

         
“Hi, Sam.”

         
The low rumble of his voice rocks me gently, and I lie down. “How are you,
  Mick?”

         
“I’m doing great. Pretty crazy times at the water, wouldn’t you say?”

         
“It was crazy, but I didn’t mind.”

         
What am I saying? My mouth has betrayed me—again! And my body is throwing
itself at Mick. I can feel warmth again between my legs. Unconsciously, I place
my hand on my pussy, just enough to feel the sensation.

         
“That was the hottest thing I have ever done, Sam. You are amazing.”

         
“I have to agree with that.”

         
“I thought about you all night. I wasn’t sure you wanted to speak to me.”

         
“I didn’t. You scare me, Mick.” What is coming out of my mouth? Honesty and
dating never go together.

         
“How could I scare you?”

         
“You are a big-time star. I just figure you chew girls like me up and spit them
out.”

         
“That’s not who I am.”

         
“Really? Who are you, Mick?”

         
“Are you sure you want to know?”

         
“No.”

         
“I have to see you.”

         
“Why don’t you?”

         
“My time is so limited now, with the US Open coming up, but all I can think of
is you.”

         
“See, you’re just a big-time star. No time for the little people.”

         
The impossibility of our situation starts becoming clear. Mick is not a guy I
can just call and have him come over whenever I want. That’s the catch with
him. He probably travels all the time. I want to see him more now that I know I
may not be able to.

         
“Sam, that’s not fair.”

         
“Come over now.”

         
“What do you mean?”

“My address is 3 Silverado Drive. Why don’t you come over and
see me?” I know he won’t do it. I wait smugly, silently for his answer.

         
“OK, I will be there in thirty minutes.”

         
“Uh….”

         
Shock, utter shock and terror shoot through my body. What am I supposed to do
now? He’s called my bluff. Is this what I want to happen? I don’t know anything
about this guy, even if he is my stepbrother.

I rifle through my mind for an appropriate response, or an
excuse to make him not come over. Even if I was going to allow him to come
over, I’m not showered. I haven’t eaten.
Oh, God, what did I just do?!

I’ve formulated the perfect excuse about my lessons for the
day. What comes out of my mouth, though, surprises me.

         
“Okay, see you soon.”

         
My brain and my libido are at war. I know this isn’t a good idea, but I can’t
deny the fact that I want to be with him. I have to see him again. Throwing
down the phone, I immediately run into the shower.
          As I tear my clothes off
in front of the mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself and stop. Examining the
bags under my eyes and my large ass, I give myself a disgusted look.
You
need to work out more, girl, and get more sleep.
No time for regrets now—I
clean myself up in record time and dry my hair just as I hear a knock at the
door.
          Butterflies swarm in my
stomach. Taking one last look in the mirror, I make my way to the door. Peering
through the peephole, I see Mick shuffling back and forth from one foot to the
other. He’s certainly not the only one who’s nervous.

I take a deep breath and open the door. There he stands,
looking hot as ever. He’s wearing his usual board shorts and flip flops, and
his dirty blond, curly hair rests carelessly on top of his head. His blue eyes
peer at me as if to say, your move. I can feel him staring into me. It’s as if
he knows what I am thinking. A cocky smirk spreads across his face.

I back away from the door as Mick enters the room like he’s
stalking his prey. He lunges forward and catches me around the waist. Staring
up at him breathlessly, I’m unable to form words. My lips part, as do his, when
he finally comes in for a long-awaited kiss. As his lips meet mine, a twinge of
excitement courses through my body. All of my tension drifts away.

         
I breathe in Mick’s scent. He has a smell that makes me trust him, it comforts
me and makes me feel whole. It’s a fragrance I can recognize with my eyes
closed. In fact, my eyes are closed as I enjoy the passionate kiss that Mick
has been pressing on me.

Mick backs me up over to my couch and gently helps me down.
His hands probe my breasts. He rubs and squeezes them, causing my nipples to
perk up to meet him. As he lays on top of me, he begins to grind his already
hard cock into me. Even through his shorts, I can feel the enormity of his
member.

He leaves my lips and began kissing my neck, and my eyelids
flutter in a display of uncontrolled ecstasy. He slips one hand under the back
of my shirt and unhooks my bra. It makes me a little uneasy at how expertly he
removes it, but I’m too involved in the moment to give it much more thought.

          I
stroke his back, feeling his solid frame. My body burns with a fire fit for a
supernova. I want to feel his hands on my skin. I surrender myself to him and
wait for him to make the next move. My hands betray me as they creep under his
shirt, stroking at his washboard stomach.

It’s amazing to me that someone could be in this kind of
shape. Mick rights himself, straddling me as I lay down, one leg on either side
of my torso. He lifts his loosely fitted shirt over his head, and I rake my
gaze over his abs and chest. He is magnificently built. I rub his muscular legs
and work my way up to his cock, which is tugging at his shorts. Mick looks at
me with the same expectant smirk that he wore when I let him in.

It’s a cocky smile, which if interpreted the wrong way, could
be misconstrued as selfish and arrogant. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but
this moment isn’t one for deep thought. This is a moment of carnal desire.

Reaching for his zipper, I fumble to open it. Mick, growing
impatient, does it himself. His cock springs out of its prison. I know I’ve
just seen his cock, but somehow it looks larger than before. It stands proud
and tall, and when I try to grab it, he grabs my wrist. First one, then the
other. I smile at his display of dominance. Mick inches his way up to my face
and puts his cock just beyond my mouth’s reach. I want to lick it. I want to
suck it. I want to please Mick. He won’t let me—he tortures me, leaving his
cock just inches from my mouth. Then, with just a small press of his hips, he
lets me suck the tip.

It’s a struggle to get to it, but I manage. I lick along the
shaft with Mick controlling my hands. Rhythmically, he begins fucking my face,
and as he lets go with one hand, I feel disappointed at the lack of control. A
moment later, however, I find he is only taking off his belt to bind my wrists.
I continue to suck his cock as he wraps my hands with the belt. I can still
move my hands back and forth, but not separate them.

“Don’t move your hands,” he tells me. “Nod if you
understand.”

         
Nodding is all I’ve really been doing anyway, as I suck his cock, but I let him
know that I submit to him. He then reaches back with one hand and begins
rubbing my pussy. I am so wet that his fingers slip all over the place. I watch
him as he half turns around and his ab muscles strain from the work I’m doing
on his cock. It is now that I lose myself. I cannot concentrate on what he’s
doing and suck his cock.

Mick stops rubbing my pussy, which is almost painful, because
his hands feel so good. He gets off of me and takes off my shorts and panties.
He then pulls my shirt up, but can’t remove it due to my bound hands.

As he spreads my legs, heat builds up in my center, and he
turns me so I am at the edge of the couch, then kneels down on the floor. Mick
dives into my pussy with such reckless abandon that I’m not sure if he’s going
to go in too far. To my surprise, his gentle tongue makes my eyes roll into the
back of my head. I put my arms over my head and reach for the top of the couch,
or anything to hold onto. An orgasm begins to well up inside me. I try to fight
it back with all I have, but the feeling proves too intense—I am a passenger
now, and I have no control. As I come, my body shakes and my hands spring
forward, striking Mick on the back. He doesn’t move a muscle, like he doesn’t
even feel it.

Breathlessly, I stare at him as he rises to my face for a
kiss. My bound hands are wrapped around his neck. Mick picks me up and carries
me into my bedroom, laying me down softly on the bed, but not unbinding my
hands. His cock is still as hard as it was when I first saw it. Exhausted, I
lay immobilized, waiting for him to penetrate me. As he enters, the sensation
is so overwhelming I come right back to life. My arms now over my head, I watch
as his cock thrusts deep into my pussy. Mick looks into my eyes as he fucks me,
which only makes the moment that much more intense. Soon Mick is pistoning in
and out of me at breakneck pace until I recognize his point of no return. He’s
now bouncing me violently on the bed in pursuit of his orgasm, until with one
final push, we both come simultaneously.

Mick lies atop me, not moving. We are both utterly spent.
Before pulling out of me, he unbinds my wrists and holds me tightly. We lay
there in a storybook pose for several minutes, until the moment is broken by
the sound of his voice.

         
“I gotta piss. Be right back.”
          Wow, there’s a moment
killer. How could it go from so good to so bad so quickly? Men…Mick jumps off
the bed like his ass is on fire and leaves me alone. My phone buzzes, so I pick
it up. It’s a text.

         
“Sam, it’s Jennifer, you better look at this.”

         
As I click the link, I see a picture of me and Mick from the day before, naked
on the beach. I can only make out my face when I zoom in and my body is covered
by my arm and hands.
Good Lord, how embarrassing.
My heart pounds,
thinking Mick is going to be pissed once he sees it. I wonder about the fallout
from the picture for me, as well. What an idiot I was.
You have not been
making the best decisions these days.
I text back to Jennifer.

         
“That is definitely not good.”

         
“
I know, Sam. You didn’t know he had a girlfriend?”

         
What the hell is she talking about? Mick doesn’t have a girlfriend. How
would she even know that? I’m his stepsister—shouldn’t I be the one who’s more
informed?