Stepbrother Forever: A Stepbrother Romance

by Marx, Jessica

  “So, are you ready to get to packing?” I ask.

  “I don’t have much to bring, but I guess I should get whatever I’m taking together,” Ryan replies without any enthusiasm.

  “What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited?”

  “Of course I am.” He sighs. “It’s just so crazy, and everything is happening so fast. We barely just moved in here, and now I’m moving out. And I’m going to be across the country without you, without anybody.” He trails off and averts his eyes.

  “We definitely know a few people out there,” I assure him. “Plus you’re going to be so busy filming you won’t have time to think about it.”

  “I guess. It’s just like what they say, ‘be careful what you wish for.’ It’s so amazing but scary at the same time,” he confesses.

  “I’m sure you will be fine after a few days. You’re going to be in Hollywood. Hollywood Ryan. This is a dream come true.”

  “Yeah. It is,” Ryan agrees. He smiles, but I can see there is some sadness behind it. “Well, then, let’s do this.”

  We go into Ryan’s room. He has some boxes and two suitcases ready to be packed. He is going to leave the little bit of furniture here with me. He doesn’t need it anyway— they are setting him up with a furnished place for one year. Ryan may or may not be there that long, but it’s part of his contract.

  “Where should we start?” I ask. I don’t mind helping, of course, but I also don’t want to rifle through his things.

  “Why don’t I empty the drawers and you put things in the boxes or suitcases?” he suggests.

  I nod. “Sounds like a plan.”

  I sit on his bed with a box and Ryan begins to go through his small closet. We fill one box with its contents and some of a suitcase. He moves next to his dresser and do the same. We are in a good rhythm and music is playing, keeping us upbeat and moving. We’re also enjoying the last of the champagne from dinner. The dresser is done quickly and we move to the contents on top and around the room. There are some things that need to be wrapped, which we do and place those in the next box.

  Ryan goes to his nightstand and pulls open one drawer. He puts most of the items in a box. He shows me a couple of his keepsakes that he has in there—photo albums and some trinkets in an old cigar box. He opens the other drawer and does the same. He smiles and stands up next to me as he pulls out a picture frame.

  “Do you remember this?” he asks, showing me the photo.

  A broad smile crosses my face as I lean in to look. “Of course I do. It’s from the summer after we met.”

  The photo is of me with Ryan’s arm around my shoulder, sitting at a table on a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city. We were with several of our friends and cast mates celebrating a successful run of a small, little known production we performed in. It was terrible, and not many people came to see it, but we were so proud.

  “I can’t believe you kept this,” I say, still staring at it.

  “I’ve always kept it in my drawer. I would have left it on top, but I thought you might think I was a creep if you saw it. It was one of the best nights I ever had,” Ryan confesses.

  “Yeah. It was a fun time—the whole show was. What made it the best?” I ask.

  “It’s the night I fell in love with you,” Ryan says plainly, his glassy blue eyes looking into mine.

  I laugh nervously. “Shut up.” Not the best reaction, but what is he talking about?

  “I love you, Eve. I always have.”

  “Like a sister…” I say quietly, trying to finish his sentence.

  “No. Not like that,” he replies, looking me dead in the eye. “I know you never felt the same. I know there’s the whole stepbrother stepsister thing… But… I can’t help it.” He jolts off the bed a moment later, running a hand through his hair.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I whisper.

  “I hoped that one day you would come around, but I don’t think you’ll ever see me as anything more than a stepbrother. Now that I’m leaving, I may never get the chance again to tell you how I feel so… fuck it.”

  I am dumbfounded. I had no idea. None. Everyone around us knew, he knew—I just didn’t see it.

  Tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I feel like such a fool. Now he is leaving and it will be so long before we have a chance to explore our feelings—if ever. By trying to play it safe, I lost any chance we had.

  “Don’t cry, Eve,” Ryan says, taking my hand and smiling gently. “I will always be there for you. I just want you in my life, even if this is as far as things go.”

  “It’s not that,” I start, searching for the right words. “Since we’ve been here, it’s just… different. I’ve been having these feelings… I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to fuck things up. Now I feel like that’s exactly what I did.”

  “No,” Ryan says, waiting for me to look at him again. “No. You didn’t, Eve. Everything is perfect.”

  “Perfect?” I say, staring at him. “How can you even say that? You’re leaving,” I finish, starting to cry once more.

  Ryan smiles at me again. He leans over and reaches his hand up to my face, softly wiping the tears from my cheek. He does the same with the other cheek then gently holds my face as he leans in. Ryan places his soft lips on mine and kisses me. He is delicate at first, slowly using his warm tongue to part my lips and then gently caressing my tongue with his. I start to kiss Ryan back, once the initial shock of what is happening begins to wear off.

  Our tongues are entwined and moving in rhythm together. His lips press harder into mine and our kiss becomes deeper and harder. The intensity between us grows, and I reach up to Ryan’s face, trying to pull him closer into me. The passion we felt when we kissed before doesn’t compare to what is flowing between us right now. Ryan slowly pulls his face away, gently biting my lip as he does.

  “Damn, girl,” he says softly, taking my hands in his and lightly pulling them off his face.

  We are standing there, and I’m still in a state of shock about what’s happening. Ryan just admitted that he’s in love with me and we kissed. It was as passionate as the kiss we shared in class, but this time, it is real—it’s us. I smile at him shyly.

  “What?” Ryan asks, noticing the perplexed look on my face.

  “It’s just crazy. This is crazy,” I reply.

  Ryan laughs. “The only things crazy about it is that we waited so long.”

  He places his hands on the back of my head and pulls me closer to him, this time with more fervor. His lips drive into mine and my hands find their way around his back and settle on his firm ass. As Ryan’s tongue probes mine and our kiss becomes deeper, I find myself pulling him closer into me until I can feel his erection prodding against my thigh. The surprise of this all happening and arousal it’s making me feel are intoxicating.

  We are still entangled in a kiss, our mouths opening and closing around each other as I tongues continue to dance. Ryan moves his hands slowly down the back of my neck and pulls the flannel shirt I have on down over my shoulders. Not wanting to break our embrace, he slides the straps of my tank top down, exposing my breasts. Ryan cups them in his warm hands and begins to caress me. A soft moan escapes my mouth and flows into his. Sensing my pleasure, he continues to massage my breasts and suddenly tweaks my nipple with his fingers. I jump a little from the sensation and force my mouth closer into his, pressing my hips against him as I do.

  Again, he releases his mouth from mine, sucking my lip as he pulls away. Ryan looks into my eyes and I see something new in his crystal blues—hunger and desire. He holds my stare as he tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his well-toned chest and arms. I’m not afraid to look anymore, so I study him more closely, and I’m immediately more aroused as I follow Ryan’s defined abs down into the waistline of his pants. Ignoring my wandering eyes, he grabs the hem of my tank and pulls it over my head, tossing it aside.

  Ryan stares at me for several moments like he’s seeing me for the first time, too. Then he gra
bs me with a new intensity and pulls my body into his, pressing our bare chests together, and kisses me again. Ryan’s mouth passionately envelops mine and our tongues begin to penetrate one another again. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts my body to his, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. I always thought of Ryan as being so gentle, and I’m pleasantly surprised when he shows his more dominant side.

  We continue to kiss, my hands clutching and fondling the back of his head. I’m trying to bring him closer to me, even though I know we can’t be any closer than we are now. Ryan’s strong arms are around my back as he slowly, easily, picks me up and lays me back on the bed. He positions himself on top of me, my legs still coiled around him. He sits up on his knees and looks down at me. Reaching his hands out, Ryan entwines my fingers in his and squeezes. He keeps them in his grip and places my hands over my head while he leans over to kiss me again.

  The sensation of his weight on top of me, our hands together, and our mouths moving as one, is incredible. I’m finally able to release the tension from the longing and desire I’ve been holding back. I want to free my hands so I can touch Ryan, but he playfully holds me back, which only makes me want to touch him more. My nipples are hard, and I can tell Ryan likes the way they feel against his chest, because he continues to move and rub his body over mine.

  A sudden hunger washes over me. I need to get closer. I need him inside of me.

  I wrap my legs around Ryan, harder, urging him closer, wanting him to feel and share in my desire. He matches my appetite by nudging his rock hard cock against me. I struggle again to free my hands so I can reach down and touch him, release his manhood, and take it in.

  It’s like Ryan reads my thoughts, and he lets my hands go. Our mouths are still working together, combining our need. Ryan slides his hands down my body, caressing and feeling every part of me for the first time. He gently pulls his mouth away from mine and kisses me on the chin, then sucks on my neck while he tries to remove my pants. He continues to move farther down, kissing my chest, and then my breasts, giving gentle bites and sucking on my nipples. I arch my hips up toward him. Ryan easily removes my leggings and panties, and feels my legs as he works his hands back up, still kissing and sucking on my breasts.

  I blindly reach down for his pants, but he nimbly holds me down with his lips around my nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Ryan takes his hands off my hips where he had been holding me and unbuttons his own pants, moving himself so that he’s able to pull them off. I am filled with anticipation and raw need as I wrap my hands over his firm ass and pull him into me again, bucking up to meet his body.

  Ryan draws back his own hips, sensing how bad I want him and teasing me. I feel a sly smile cross his lips as we begin to kiss again. I wrap my hand around his erection. I realize it’s much bigger than I had expected as I start to stroke him. He moans and reaches his own hand down between my legs to run his fingers over my slit. He moves his hand up and down over me, letting one finger part my inner lips but not enter me, teasing me some more.

  I continue to caress and rub his shaft with both hands trying to guide him into me at the same time. Ryan isn’t giving in. He’s going to make sure I want him, more than I do now, before giving in. I’m already wet and he easily slides one finger inside of me. I groan. Ryan is barely touching me, and I want to explode already. He expertly circles his finger around and begins to rub my heat with his thumb at the same time. I stroke him harder and arch my back, trying again to get my body closer to his.

  I reach my head up and urgently place my lips on his, prying them apart with my tongue and sucking Ryan’s tongue into my own mouth. I suck harder as he buries a second finger inside me. I remove one hand from his sex and grip the back of his neck with it while I continue to stroke him with the other. The continuous motion of Ryan’s fingers inside me and the pressure of his circling thumb drive me to the edge. When he feels me begin to tighten around him, he slows the motion of his fingers and pulls them out. He rests them over my crease and starts to caress me again, taking me back down a notch.

  Ryan pulls his body back, making me lose my grip on him and breaking from our kiss. He takes both hands and runs them up the length of my torso and up my arms, which he once again puts up over my head. He gently lays his body on mine and nestles between my legs. He leaves one hand weaved with both of mine and uses the other to guide his length inside of me.

  In one smooth motion, Ryan enters me, moving himself slowly around inside of me with a throaty sigh. Once he is settled, he begins to thrust himself in and out, slowly and deliberately at first. I moan as he gives me his full length and I readily take it, enveloping him inside of me.

  The motion becomes faster, but Ryan continues to plunge himself deep inside of me. I groan each time I feel the head immerse itself in me, delighting in the feel of it rubbing against my inner walls as we make love. Ryan releases his grip on my hands and places his around the sides of my face as he kisses me again. His tongue mirrors the motions of his manhood, and I am now in a full state of arousal. He is stimulating every sense of my being, inside and out.

  I forcibly grab his backside and squeeze him, pulling him deeper into me and feeling his muscles tighten and release every time he plunges. We kiss, hard, and Ryan continues to penetrate me, going deep inside me and then pulling almost all the way out so I have to buck up to him, silently begging for more. Ryan moves faster and at a steadier, rhythmic pace as he nears climax. I sigh and moan as I continue to come close to the edge myself. Ryan grips the hair around my face on either side as he thrusts into me harder and faster.

  I cry out as my body tightens around him again.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, Eve,” Ryan grunts as he lets himself go, his juices flowing freely inside of me, blending with my own.

  He continues to move, gradually slowing his pace without absolving his grip on my hair. As the movement comes to a stop, Ryan collapses on top of me. I have my arms draped over his back in exhaustion. My eyes are closed and there’s a smile on my face. When I finally open them, I see Ryan staring at me while propped up on his elbow. I close my eyes again, feeling shy all of a sudden.

  “Well,” Ryan says, “that was… unexpected.”

  I smile. “Yes, it was. Definitely not what I thought I was getting into when you asked for help packing,” I admit with a smile.

  “I hope it was okay,” he answers.

  I look into his eyes. “It was incredible.”

  Ryan laughs, “I know what we did was incredible, but I hope it’s okay that we did it.”

  He rolls over onto his side and faces me. I drape my arm across my body, suddenly aware that I’m naked and lying on Ryan’s bed.

  “It’s okay. I can’t believe you waited until now to tell me you love me,” I say.

  “I can’t believe I told you at all. I didn’t think you were into me—until that kiss,” he says. “Even after that, you still didn’t want to admit it, but I knew.”

  “I’m glad you told me, but now what?”

  “I don’t know.” Ryan grins. “You wanna do it again?”

  I laugh. “No. I mean, yes—but no. What happens now? You’re leaving in two days,” I say, feeling saddened again.

  “Come with me,” Ryan says.

  I blink at him. “I can’t.”

  “Sure you can, Eve. There’s nothing keeping you here.”

  “Ryan, that’s ridiculous. It’s too soon. This is so new—it literally just happened!”

  “It’s been happening for a long time, Eve. You don’t have to decide right now. Let’s just enjoy the moment and not ruin it,” Ryan says sensibly.

  We lie back on the bed side by side, holding hands. Both of us are lost in thought, I’m sure. I know I am.

  This guy is crazy. I can’t just drop everything and go to California because we had sex. I mean, I really don’t have anything to keep me here right now, but I also need to be rational. I need time to process what just happened, all of it. The sex was just a small part. Ryan, my stepbro
ther, just professed his love to me. He waited until right before moving across the country to tell me, putting me in a difficult position. Hiding feelings isn’t always the best idea, but it was working just fine for me. Now that everything is out in the open there are so many more questions.

  “Should we finish packing?” I ask, breaking the silence.

  “Nah. I don’t feel like packing anymore,” Ryan says. “Can we just curl up and watch a movie, or something?”

  “Sure,” I reply with a smile. I reach over, propping a laptop up on the edge of the bed and flipping it over to Netflix.

  I can’t help the awkward feeling of being naked in front of Ryan after covering up for so long, but I wrap myself in the sheet and smile to myself at the thought.

  We settle in on the bed as if nothing had happened. Of course, usually we are on opposite sides of the couch when we do this, so we adjust to a new position here on the bed, together. I snuggle up against Ryan with my head on his chest. He rests his arm over me and pulls me close. Everything about this seems so right. I can’t believe we have such a short time left here together. The movie starts and we watch quietly and contently, my hand absentmindedly stroking the length of his powerful thigh. It’s not long before the movie is just background noise, my fingertips brushing softly higher and higher, until they are touching the length of his pulsing shaft.