His New Roommate : Stepbrother Standalone Romance

by Vanessa Kinney

  “We’ll have lots of time to get to know each other,” he walked away from me. “Like I said, you can stay here as long as you want, and you don’t have to pay for rent or utilities. Just worry about getting a job and paying off your student loans.”

  I can’t believe I was thinking about fucking my stepbrother. Although we aren’t really related- Oh my god. Stop.

  You came to Chicago to find a career, NOT to mentally fuck the first guy you meet. Who also happens to be your stepbrother!

  I took one look into his eyes and felt my stress float away. It was as though I was in a mini-trance. “Thanks for understanding. I-I’m so sorry again.” I took a deep breath. “Okay. Now I’m done apologizing.”

  “Great. Do you want to see your room?” He was clearly over it, and I was silently grateful that he was being so chill about it. I don’t know how I would have felt if the tables were turned.

  I looked around the apartment with a clear mind and realized how big it was. It was almost as big as our parents’ house in Springfield. My studio apartment could fit in his kitchen.

  He sure had expensive taste. The living room was something out of a modern magazine spread. There was a large sectional couch and a glass coffee table and the flat screen TV was installed seamlessly above the gas fireplace. The right side of the apartment turned into a hallway with three doors. I’m assuming it was his bathroom, office, and bedroom. And on the left side of the apartment, there was only one door.

  I followed him to the left side and walked into my new home.

  Holy shit. It was huge. It was double the size of my old apartment and the walls were painted my favorite shade of mauve.

  “Is that my bed? I’m pretty sure that’s my old bed from Springfield.”

  “Holly brought up your bed, picked out furniture and painted the walls. She also said you would probably want to paint something on the walls? If you need money for supplies just let me know.”

  I couldn’t believe this was my room. I looked over at the end of the room that was taken up with floor to ceiling windows. I walked over to check out the view, with Nate following close behind, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I could see Lake Michigan from here.

  I looked over to Nate. I had only one question on my mind, “What do you do for a living anyway?”

  He let out a chuckle, “I’m the head software developer for at NV Software a few blocks down the street. It’s really handy to live so close,” he smiled at me and my heart fluttered wildly. “Your mom said you would like the room. If you want more… stuff, just tell me and I’ll take care of it. I kind of have 11 years of “brotherly love” to make up for.”

  I giggled, “That sounds like Mom talking.”

  We both chuckled.

  “Anyway, you have a whole closet to fill and you have your bathroom right there. I’ll let you unpack and get settled. I’ll be in my office so if you need anything just come on over.”

  I tried my hardest not to watch Nate walk away, but I have no self-control, and my eyes greedily drank in the sight of his breathtaking physique as he walked into his office. He closed the door behind him, but not without tossing a mischievous smile over his shoulder at me.

  There were two boxes next to my bed. Stress started to boil up side me. I hate unpacking. The thought of trying to find a place for everythi- I glanced around my new home.

  I have too much space.

  Suddenly, I needed some company that wasn’t my stepbrother. I grabbed my phone and called Mindy. She was my only/best friend from Arizona State, but that was okay. She had enough personality for three people, and I missed her.

  “Helloooo Lil.” At the sound of her voice, I immediately felt better about everything.

  “Hey, Mindy. Are you free to talk?”

  “Well, I was about to go to class but it got canceled… by me.” In other words, she was ditching. Probably not the best idea since she was taking summer school for that exact bad habit during the regular semester.

  “Something… happened today.” I said trying to find a way to explain everything.

  “And that’s Lily-speak for ‘something happened with a guy.’ Tell me everything!” she laughed knowing it would be something embarrassing.

  I told her the whole story from beginning to end and all she could do was laugh.

  “Lillian Adeline Banner! You, my friend, are probably the unluckiest person I know. Aside from the fact that your roommate is super-hot...”

  “He’s my stepbrother! Stop reminding me that he’s hot. You know I came to Chicago to find a career. Not just a job, but something I’m passionate about. I want to focus on that right now.”

  “Lil, you took a picture of his ass. I think there is a side of you that wants to have some fun.”

  “It was a moment of weakness. You know how my love life goes.”

  “You mean lack of love life,” she brutally reminded me. “But I’m serious, on a scale from one to ten.”

  I’ve avoided this question three times in the past hour. I don’t think I can do it again. I looked at my lonely closet and dresser, which still had so much room even with all my clothes inside.

  “Lillian. Answer the question.”

  “S-seven,” I answered sheepishly. Feeling a mixture of guilt and lust.

  “Ohh-ahahah. You’re fucked,” she laughed.

  “Yeah.” I fell face-first onto my childhood bed.

  “If you hadn’t seen him at the coffee shop, do you think the number would be lower?”

  “No.” I cried into my comforter.

  “Well, I guess you’ll be a level seven horny bear until you get that honey,” she laughed uncontrollably at her own joke.

  I chuckled at her horrible joke. “I’m not getting any honey. I don’t want any honey. I think you’re forgetting the fact that he’s my STEPBROTHER!” I forcefully reminded her for the hundredth time.

  “You’ve had one boyfriend your whole life. Which means one penis. One penis!” she whispered loudly into the phone.

  “OMG aren’t you in public right now? Stop saying penis!”

  “Thick. Vein-y. Long. Hard. Peni-.”

  “HOLY SHIT WOMAN! Shut up!” I couldn’t help but laugh with her. It was amazing how she never got embarrassed no matter what was going on.

  “I’m just saying you can’t always use Lieutenant Buzz whenever you’re horny. You need to get the real thing. I mean, hasn’t it been two years since you had sex?”

  “Shut up about sex. I’m not here to get laid. I just want to focus on something that’s going to be long term. Like my future career.”

  “Nate could be long term.” I knew she was smiling from her perverted joke.

  “Again. Stepbrother.”

  “You know he isn’t related by blood though. Only through marriage. So, if you know, anything happened… it’s not that big a deal.” She said confidently.

  “Well, by law we are considered family-”

  “Well, by law you aren’t supposed to drink before you're 21 or smoke pot or take a car-”

  “OKAY! Okay, I get it.” I knew if I didn’t stop her then, she would blurt out every secret I had ever told her.

  I finished unpacking my first box and I had my second one to go. The “Misc.” box.

  A few seconds of silence passed between us.

  “It’s still wrong.” I reminded her.

  “Mmm-hmm. All you need to know is that I will be here for you and I don’t see any problem with you getting down and dirty with Mr. Fine Ass…” she hung up before I could argue with her.

  I threw my phone on the bed and opened my “Misc.” box. My vibrator, or as Mindy likes to call him, Lieutenant Buzz, was hidden inside, wrapped in a few scarves. I pulled it out, ready for some action. I laid back on the bed, lifted my summer dress, took off my panties and brought the smooth silicone head towards my pussy.

  I stopped.

  The only man on my mind was… Nate.

  His dimples and his sexy smile. His hard-sculpted body pre
ssed against mine. My body temperature rose a few degrees as I thought of being crushed beneath him as he took over my body. I brought the vibrator toward my pussy again. No one has to know I was thinking about my stepbrother. It will be my one-time dirty little pleasure. I deserve to be a bad girl sometimes.

  “Oh, Nate,” I moaned softly.

  I imagined his hard body mounted on top of me, slowly kissing my lips, neck, and collarbone. Taking in all of me, one step at a time.

  Finally, he reaches my breast. Kissing the top and slowly moving toward my nipple. He sure was a tease. He grabbed the top of my dress and scooped it under my tits, revealing my soft nipples. In my mind, he was inches away from them and I can slowly see them turning harder and harder for him as his breath feathered over my skin.

  What was he going to do with me?

  He grabbed one tit in one hand massaging it firmly and with his mouth devoured my other tit. Taking my nipple like it was his last breath.

  I gasped from the excitement, “Harder, Nate, harder!” I exclaimed while pressing the vibrator a little harder against my clit.

  He did exactly as he was told and went hard on both my breasts. I was close to coming but I wanted more. I imagined him going below my breasts. He lifts my dress and hides underneath it as he devours my pussy. I swirled the vibrator on my pussy pretending that Nate was tracing the alphabet on my clit with his tongue.

  I could feel myself ready to cum.

  My clit pulsed from the excitement of Nate going down on me. My breathing became heavy. I subtly moaned his name as I arched my back and curled my toes.

  “Keep going. Keep going!” I told Nate while I pressed the vibrator just a little harder, getting it to the right spot.

  “I’m cumming!” I moaned out.

  I kept the vibrator on my clit while my body exploded from my orgasm. I thought of Nate sucking my clit as I climaxed. I squirmed around on my bed as he was trying suck out every reaction from me.

  I moaned one last time. My body dropped on the bed as I tried to relax. I shut off Lieutenant Buzz and laid in my bed feeling satisfied. I scooped my dress back over my breasts and pulled my panties up over my hips.

  I inhaled and exhaled slowly trying to get my breath under control.

  I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a while.

  Thank you, Nate.

  3

  Nate

  Ground Rules

  Fuck. I woke up late. I laid in bed staring at the clock for a few seconds. Oh, whatever. It’s not like we have much to do at work.

  Hmm. It’s been 12 hours already. I looked down at my raging hard cock. I never got this hard in the morning. I chuckled as Lily came to mind.

  I encased my cock inside my grip thinking only about Lily’s perfect body. I was glad to see she that she had developed some curves in the years since I had seen her. Soft in all the right places. I stroked myself a little faster, thinking about her sexy body wrapped around mine.

  I stopped.

  I’ll be late if I kept thinking about Lily. I threw on some sweats and a white tank top and made my way to her room. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. The door creaked as I opened it. Lily was wearing the same outfit she had on yesterday. I guess she fell asleep as she unpacked. I looked around the room and it still looked empty even with most her things unpacked. She moaned as she adjusted her sleeping position.

  Shit. Did I wake her?

  She pulled her blanket over her, exposing a vibrator at the edge of the bed. Oh. I wonder who she chose to help her with the job. Maybe she thought of me. I got an instant erection from thinking of Lily moaning my name.

  “Please, Nate…” She begged in my mind. I interrupted my own thoughts. I don't have time for this.

  I closed the door and went to the kitchen to prep for breakfast. I know I’ll be late, but it’s the first time in years. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease my little sister.

  I placed the bacon next to the eggs. All I had to do make was my shake. I knocked on Lily’s door, this time making sure she woke up.

  “Breakfast is ready, Lily!” I banged on her door again. “Wake Up!”

  She let out a loud moody grunt. She was struggling to get out of bed.

  I had come up with the perfect way to tease her. I put my phone on vibrate mode and put a reminder every minute for the next 15 minutes. I placed the food and my phone on the table. All I need now is Lily.

  Lily dragged her feet to the table like a zombie. Somehow, she still looked fuckable even with her smudged raccoon makeup she had forgotten to remove.

  She rubbed her eyes, “You eat in the morning?”

  “Yes?” I arched my eyebrows.

  She sat down next to me and looked at the food in front of her. She was so confused.

  “You, okay?”

  She looked at me, she was a hot sexy mess and she didn’t even know it, “I haven’t eaten breakfast food for about... a year. Especially not in the morning.”

  “Wha- really? You know breakfast is the most important meal?”

  Even in college, I had never skipped breakfast. But then again, I didn’t really skip any meals in college.

  “Yeah.” She said poking at the food like it was something she had never eaten before. “So, is this like an everyday thing?”

  “Eating? Yeah, I think so.” I gave her my most sarcastic tone. “I was told from a young age that we need to eat. Or else we die.”

  “Ha ha. I mean, do you cook breakfast every morning?” She poked her fork into the eggs and had a bite and hummed her approval at the taste.

  “Yeah, pretty much. I love to cook, and I love to eat. So, it’ll be a daily thing.”

  We ate in silence until my phone started to vibrate every minute. She looked at my phone, and then went back to her food.

  Buzz!

  A smile spread across my face. I know it was a stupid plan. I know it was childish, but I’m sure I’ll get a good reaction from her.

  “You sure are popular?”

  “It’s just a reminder.”

  I got up and went to the blender to make my morning shake. I heard my phone buzz three more times. Her eyes darted toward the phone giving it a hard stare. I knew she could see the reminder title.

  “Why is your phone reminding you to Buzz?” She had a conflicting look on her face. A mixture between confusion and worry.

  “I just like it when my phone vibrates.” I smug smile approached my face. “Sometimes I let it vibrate all night long until I’m tired.” I went closer to her and whispered, “You know, like your special phone.”

  She looked at me, only a few inches away from my face. I could see the gears turning in her head while she tried to figure you what I said.

  The gears clicked.

  “NO! How did you know? Oh my god. Did you hear me last night???” She jumped out of her chair, her cheeks burning up. Her eyes filled with shame and embarrassment.

  I couldn’t help but to laugh at her reaction.

  “I went into your room this morning to see if you were awake and it was on your bed.”

  Lily appeared to be relieved, but her emotions were shifting.

  “I’m just teasing you!” I said chuckling again. “Sit down and finish your breakfast.”

  She sat down, but not without pulling in her chair with attitude. I guess I deserved that. I pulled her closer to me hugging her into my side. “I have a lot of brotherly-teasing I need to give you.”

  “We need ground rules!” she slapped the table. She aggressively pushed me away, rejecting my embrace.

  Fuck. I might have taken it too far.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. You looked so cute when you jumped up. You know I’m just playing, right?”

  Her eyebrows met in the middle. “We need some ground rules,” she repeated in a more serious tone.

  I sighed. It was a good idea. We needed to make rules so we don’t push the limits. More specifically, so I don’t push the limits.

  “What do
you have in mind?” I asked firmly.

  “You're not allowed in my room. I know you’re paying the rent, and thank you, but I need my privacy.” Even when she was mad, she still needed to be polite.

  “Okay. Done.”

  “No more calling me cute or adorable or whatever. It just feels wrong with you being my stepbrother and all.”

  I hesitated. “Okay?” It seemed reasonable enough.

  “Do you have any rules?” Was she really asking me this?

  My mind could only go to one rule. “You are not allowed to bring guys over.”

  “What? Really? So, if I get a boyfriend, I can’t have him over?” She pouted angrily.

  I got up from my chair. “My house my rules.” My jaw tightened.

  I was still upset at her second rule. I don’t see a problem with calling her cute or adorable or sexy. I would call her fuckable if she allowed me. It’s not like she’s my real sister.

  “So, you can bring any girl over you want to fuck, but I can’t bring one guy?”

  “Yep.” I turned on the sink.

  “Why?”

  I looked over my shoulder. She crossed her arms, which instantly pushed up her breasts. God dam. My cock throbbed growing ever so slowly.

  “Listen, you can go over the guy’s house, but you can’t bring them here.” I tried to think of a real reason so she would stop questioning me. “I have important information in my office so I don’t want strangers in my house.”

  “So, the girls you bring home aren’t strangers?” Her sass levels increased.

  I hide my grin from her quick reply. Smartass. I guess this was fast thinking from living with her mother. She was always asking questions.

  “You can either follow my rules, and live here rent free, or you can pay your half of the rent.”

  “Fine. What is it?” Lily looked me dead in the eyes confidently.

  “$2,100 for rent and $350 for utilities.”

  She froze. She wasn’t expecting those numbers. I could see her trying to figure out how she would make that money. But she had no job, no potential interviews and she still had student loans to take care of. She would be crazy to call my bluff.