His New Roommate : Stepbrother Standalone Romance

by Vanessa Kinney

  She sat up.

  “They have a sister company that specializes in more modern and urban marketing called Prime Design. So, the guy who was interviewing me called up someone from Prime Design to request me. He was able to meet today so I had but I had to rush. I took the train 20 minutes away from where I was to go to another interview. When I arrived I felt so out of place. Everyone was wearing normal clothes and I was the only one in a suit.”

  She looked like she was about to cry.

  “The interview went so well and I loved the company. It felt like home. But they have five other people to choose from who all have 2-3 years more experience than I do. Which means I don’t have a chance at getting the job.”

  She took a deep breath.

  “The minute I walked into the building I knew I wanted the job. It felt like a place that I could see myself working forever. It felt like it could be a career. Which was the whole point of me moving here.”

  “Okay.” I said trying to take in everything she said in the span of five seconds. She sighed dejectedly, and my heart broke for her.

  “I think I might know someone who worked for Prime Design.”

  She jumped up from the couch, “You have connections?”

  “I said I might.” She really wanted this job. “I think you need to keep your options open. It’s rare for a 22-year-old to get a job right out of college with no experience. It might take you a couple of months. And you don’t always get to work where you want to work.”

  There was a silence between us.

  “There will be other jobs you like that make you feel like you’re at home.” I tried to comfort her.

  Lily whimpered.

  This talk made me feel like a big brother. I guess I’m taking a step in the right direction.

  She laid on the couch not moving. This was my opportunity to leave and hit the shower. I moved toward my bathroom and then Lily’s arms wrapped around me as she hugged me from behind. Lily had latched onto me, burying her into face on my back.

  “Thank you.” She mumbled.

  The numbness in my body disappeared. My cock throbbed. Going soft to rock hard in one second. FUCK.

  I need to make the line.

  I squirmed out of her grasp.

  “No problem. That’s what big brothers are for.”

  I couldn't turn around or else Lily would see my erect cock. I peeked behind me; she was giving me a fake smile. I left her in the hallway as I rushed into my bathroom and shut the door.

  HOLY FUCK. I want her so badly.

  I turned on the shower, the boiling hot water filling the room with steam. I stepped into the shower letting the hot droplets hit my body. I gripped my cock hard as I grunted loudly.

  I needed to relax a little. I need to let out some frustration. There was nothing wrong with thinking about her. There was nothing wrong with just thinking.

  Her soft body lying on top of me. Lily was only a few inches away from my cock. I wanted to grab her by the hair and pull her lips towards my cock. My thick bulge would welcome her small mouth as she got her first taste of her big brothers cock.

  I let out a grunt as I teased myself. Her lips slowly moving up and down my cock, feeling the thick ridges.

  Bang. Bang. Lily was knocking on the bathroom door.

  I jumped.

  “Nate!”

  I cleared my throat. “Yeah?”

  “Samuel’s calling, should I answer it?”

  “Hey, sure. See what he wants.”

  I heard a muffled conversation.

  I tried to get back to my cock, but I couldn’t.

  “Samuel wants me to send him the pictures from the cabin. But I need a password to get into the gallery.”

  “Yeah,” I yelled through the door. “0736.”

  “Thanks.”

  I thought I sent him the pictures already. I rinsed my hair.

  He must be visiting his sister; it was the only time he ever showed pictures-

  “SHIT” I yelled as I jumped out of the shower.

  No.

  No.

  No.

  I wrapped a towel around my waist, my body still covered with soap.

  “Lily.” I yelled trying to find her location.

  She didn’t answer. I opened the door to the hall, but she wasn’t there. I opened the door to my bedroom and she was sitting at the edge on my bed looking at my phone.

  “I-I can explain.” I panted.

  She looked up at me.

  FUCK. Lily found them. She didn’t look mad or upset. She kind of looked pleased.

  She turned the phone toward me and her thick ass in the gray dress was taking up the whole screen. She swiped the images, showing my three images of her ass.

  “I guess this is payback for when I took your picture at the coffee house.” She let out a sexy chuckle.

  She bit her lip as she eyed my wet body. Her eyes focused on my hard cock.

  I wanted her.

  I looked down at her. She was wearing the shorts and a thin tank top, her nipples poking through her shirt.

  I need her.

  I walked closer to her. I lost all control of what was right and wrong after I saw her perky nipples. My brain was telling me to make the line. Don’t cross the line. But my body was in control now. My body was crossing the line.

  I grabbed her hands and pinned her to the bed. She let out a faint gasp. I watched her breasts bounce as I got on top of her. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. She wanted more, her eyes were begging for more. I smirked at her knowing that I have the power.

  This is going to be fun.

  I leaned into her ear. “That ass belongs to me.”

  I bit her earlobe and she let out a loud moan. My cock throbbed when I heard that beautiful sound. I moved my way down to her neck, feeling the vibrations from her moans. A few drops of water fell on her.

  “Wait, wait. Wait!” She stopped me, shifting her body up the bed.

  She looked down at my towel, my arousal obvious.

  She swallowed. The drops of water on her neck were slowly moving down her chest.

  “I-I-.” She stopped. She wasn’t saying what she wanted to say.

  I leaned toward her, but she placed her hand on my wet chest and bit her lip. Her eyes still captivated with my cock.

  “Do you want to see what’s under the towel?”

  Lily’s lips quirked. She looked at my lips and I went in for the kiss. Her lips were exactly as I thought they would taste: sweet and addictive. Lily kissed me back. I wanted to rip off her clothes right then and there. I wanted to fuck her raw and hard.

  But she pushed me away. Lily’s lips trembled, she was craving more. She was using all her willpower to stop herself from doing something she knew that she was going to enjoy. Lily got off the bed with a smile across her face.

  “I-I-I-.” She stuttered again, her eyes draw to my cock.

  I laughed. She was too cute sometimes.

  “We haven’t even gone to the fun part.” I chuckled.

  She blushed and walked toward her room. I got up and watched her walk away. My eyes drawn to her ass swinging from side to side.

  I chuckled, “Lily.”

  She didn’t stop until she got to her door then she turned around, her cheeks still red.

  “Lily. Come back. I’ll give you a little show.” I unwrapped my towel slowly.

  She shyly shook her head and slammed her door. She wanted this as much as I did, but she was just better at hiding it.

  Today was a 180 degree kind of day.

  I hopped back into the shower, this time enjoying vivid memories.

  9

  Lily

  Think Big

  I paced around my room. I called Mindy but I immediately hung up. She can’t know. No one can know.

  Why am I such a screw up?

  All I had to do was come to Chicago, have a decent relationship with my stepbrother, find a job and then move out. That’s it. Nothing else.

  I
walked across my room for the 100th time.

  What if something bad happens and I get kicked out or what if we get into a fight and he doesn’t give me that connection for Prime Design?

  I stopped.

  What if my mom finds out.

  Oh no. Oh, no. No. No.

  Everything is going to go wrong and I’m going to be jobless, homeless and family-less. Or. I stopped.

  What if this was supposed to happen? Maybe my life is going right.

  I tried to think on the bright side for a little bit. I thought about what had happened a few hours ago. Nate’s wet body on top of mine as he took control of me. My panties are still drenched from the passion.

  I sat on my bed. I can’t believe I called him a sicko yesterday and then today… I touched my lips.

  But I wasn’t calling him a sicko. I was calling myself that.

  Why didn’t it feel... wrong?

  I could still feel his lips pressed against mine. I let out a faint moan. My body absorbed the memories for a millisecond, but I needed to think.

  Okay, what do I do? What happens now?

  I laid in bed wishing I could just stay trapped in my room forever. My stomach growled. Shit, I forgot to eat today. I didn’t get a chance to eat the pancakes I made because I was so nervous about the interview. But mostly I had been worried about Nate and if he would forgive me.

  I smiled to myself, I guess he forgave me.

  I heard plates being placed on the table.

  I paced around my room again. He must think I’m an idiot. I couldn’t even talk to him after he got on top of me. My heart stopped when I heard a knock on my door.

  “Lily, do you want something to eat? I made sandwiches.” Nate yelled at my door.

  My heart started up again, racing faster and faster.

  I nodded.

  “Lil?”

  “Yes.” My voice cracked.

  He can’t hear you nodding, Lillian.

  I walked to my door but hesitated to open it. I can’t lock myself in my room forever.

  I opened the door. Nate was sitting at the table eating his sandwich. He had set a plate right next to him for me, but I moved it across from him to give us some space. He licked his lips and smiled, trying to hold in his laughter.

  The sandwich was small. I knew I was going to still be hungry. We ate our sandwiches in silence. I avoided eye contact, even though I was already blushing around him.

  Why am I so awkward?

  I looked up at him and smiled with my sandwich full cheeks.

  “Lily. Are you ready for round two?”

  My eyes widened.

  “Wha-” my mouth still full.

  “Of sandwiches. Round two.”

  I swallow my food and felt relieved. “Ohhh. Yes.”

  I watched him as he made another sandwich. I ate my last bite and awaited the next one. He placed the sandwich on my plate.

  “Although, if you want round three you might need to work for it.” He gave me a wink.

  I pushed the sandwich away.

  “I think we made a mistake.”

  Nate shook his head as he took his seat, “Nope.”

  “I think we did. A mistake that can never happen, again.”

  “But it will.” Nate insisted.

  Am I speaking a different language?

  “Hopefully, next time we’ll get to the fun stuff.” He smirked.

  “Wha- No-”

  “Stop trying to hide it. You want it just as much as I do.” He ground out the words, his voice dark and sexy.

  “I-I,” I paused. He knew he was right. “But it’s wrong. It should be wrong.”

  “You mean what happened between us?” He smiled again, showing me his dimples.

  “Yes-no. I don’t know.” I swallowed. “It should be wrong, but I don’t feel guilty. Shouldn’t it feel wrong? You’re part of my family.”

  The thing is. I wanted it to happen again. But next time I wanted more. Much More.

  “But you know nothing about me. How can you call me ‘family?’” Nate used air quotes around the word ‘family.’

  “Our parents are married!” I stated the obvious.

  “We’re practically strangers. Did you know I have taken over 50 cooking classes? Or that I once dyed my hair blonde because an ex-girlfriend preferred blondes to brunettes. Or that I once left work without shoes and didn’t notice until I was already home.”

  “Well, I do now.” We both chuckled.

  I looked into my room.

  “If you can’t find a way. Make a way.” I whispered.

  “What?”

  “If you can’t find a way. Make a way.” I said louder

  “Okay. What does that have to do with this conversation?”

  “How about we let everything find its way,” I said.

  He raised his eyebrows. He was still confused.

  “So instead of us making this happen.” I pointed to us. “We’ll let everything fall into place.”

  “Okay.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “So, like fate?

  “Yes, exactly,” I said excitingly.

  “So, if I flip a coin we-”

  “Think big. Something more impactful.” I snarled.

  I saw a smirk appear on his face. We finished our sandwiches as we both thought of something bigger. Nate snapped his fingers.

  “How about if you get a second interview for Prime Design, then we can continue where we left off.” He winked at me.

  “Hmm...” I thought about it.

  “Great. It’s settled.”

  I guess that works. I knew the chances were slim to none, so if I can get that job maybe Nate and I were meant to be.

  “Well even if you don’t get a second interview you’ll want to continue where we left off,” he said, full of cocky attitude.

  Nate stood up and walked behind me.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled it, with his other hand he grabbed my throat, applying slight pressure.

  My pussy twitched.

  “I can still tease you. And sooner or later you’ll come crawling to me on all fours wanting something bigger.”

  He kissed my cheek.

  “Think big.”

  10

  Lily

  Big Brother

  “What are your weaknesses?” The woman holding the interview asked me.

  “I can be too critical of myself, but that’s only because I know I can do better. I am stubborn with what I believe in, but I know when to admit I am wrong. Over time I can become less passionate about a project resulting in me not giving it 100%, but then when I have that one moment where I think the project can work. I come back more inspired.”

  She nodded.

  “So, I would say I am critical, stubborn and sometimes I lack passion for a project.”

  She wrote down some notes and then smiled at me.

  “I completely understand the loss of passion. Sometimes you need a break from a project.”

  She wrote down some more notes. I looked around the room and it felt so… lifeless. It was your standard office with the color gray vomited all over the room.

  I looked down at my phone. I have been here for only five minutes, but it already feels like an hour. I let out a faint sigh thinking about Prime Design. I felt like I was forced to be here, but at Prime Design I wanted to be there.

  “Okay. So, let’s get to the next question.” She mumbled.

  I gave her a fake smile.

  A few minutes passed when I heard the best words as of today.

  “Okay, it seems like we have everything we need. It was a pleasure meeting you and I will keep you updated on what will happen.” She gave me a genuine smile.

  “It was a pleasure meeting you too.” I shook her hand.

  I walked out of the office feeling anxious. I knew she liked my work and my personality, but I didn’t want to work here. I looked around the office… this doesn’t feel like a career. Just a dead-end job.

  I know that I won’t be able to
say no if they offer me the job. I always have a hard time putting my foot down. Nate popped into my head.

  I definitely can’t put my foot down to him. I can’t seem to say no even though I know step siblings aren’t supposed to be so… friendly.

  I know what we did was wrong, but I couldn’t say no. It felt so right.

  It’s been nine days since we kissed, but he hasn’t slowed down on the teasing.

  “Division is next.” The automatic train conductor said.

  I had about 10-15 minutes before I got home.

  Nate was the only thing on my mind. He texted me that he got home early today and I know he is going to try something.

  Last week, he was walking around, shirtless, taunting me. He would give me random hugs, pressing his sculpted muscles against me and squeezing me firmly.

  It didn’t seem like a big of a deal. But it was. When he came toward me with his I-want-to-fuck-you eyes and his musky scent taking control of my senses. I got a little queasy.

  But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was when he hugged me and I felt his cock grow larger and harder as he pressed against my body.

  My pussy pulsed, craving that cock. I felt the heat in my body rise from the excitement.

  He would also grab my hair a couple times and just run his hand down the side of my body feeling my ribs, my waist and then getting to my hips. But he would never grab my ass or tits, he would only feel my curves.

  I let out a small moan. I don’t think I can take much more of him.

  I’m going to break.

  He has a lot more self-control than I thought he would, but I think that’s only because he wants to see me beg.

  I’m going to break.

  “This is Washington.”

  I walked toward the apartment. My panties already wet from the memories.

  How am I going to survive Nate today?

  I’ve only gone this far because I still had hope about getting the job at Prime Design. But after today’s interview, I knew that I was more suited for a gray office with co-workers named Bob or Susan than Prime Design.

  BING!

  The elevator yelled, notifying the whole floor that I’ve arrived. I stood in front of the door. I tried to lie to myself. There was still a chance at getting a second interview with Prime Design.