Stepbrother UnSEALed

by Nicole Snow

  I snort. There's the bitch I know. Her smile disappears into the long pull of green margarita against her lips. She slams the glass down when she's done, glaring at me like I just put my hand in the pool and threw it in her face.

  “I kept you breathing, ma. That's all I'm obligated for. You're the only one who can fix your life.”

  “Stop passing judgment,” she snaps. “I didn't ask for this. I asked for your comfort, Mister SEAL. A few kinds words or a hug would be really nice.”

  “Oh, please. Haven't you gotten plenty of that from Bruce? Looks like all the money in the world can't buy a doc who gets you off the sauce.” I motion to her empty glass.

  She smirks, sloppy and angry all at once, telling me she's already pretty wasted. She rears up in the chair and has to pull the towel tight to keep it from slipping.

  I twist my head away. Fuck that shit. The last thing I need is a look at her overbuilt boobs, the only investment she ever dumped money into over the years.

  “What? Nothing there you want to see, kiddo? Hm?” She snaps her fingers, forcing me to look at her again. “Oh, that's right, I'm too old for you. Too blood related. You'd rather fuck your little sister instead and tear this family apart, piece by piece, wouldn't you?”

  I'm stunned, but I shouldn't be. I've put up with these vicious tirades my entire fucking life, and I learned a long time ago the only defense is to turn around, leave her to stew, and walk the hell away.

  She picks up her glass, twisting it on one hand, contemplative the way I imagine a foreign interrogator being during torture.

  “I don't know what the fuck you think's going on. You're flat out wrong, mother,” I say, trying not to let the growl overtake my voice. “I didn't come out here to listen to your shit. Why don't you go crawl back inside and dry yourself out? Or are you out here because you finally feel a shred of guilt over making that poor sap fight your demons?”

  She smiles, sweet and poisonous as a jungle snake. This time, she throws the glass so hard it shatters. I don't even flinch, despite several shards landing at my boots.

  I watch her hand jerk back, and she studies the fresh cut she's given herself. It's one more wound that's so small in the grand scheme of her fucked up situation she probably can't feel it.

  “You think Bruce is the one playing hero here? Really?”

  I need to turn and walk the fuck away – before she says anything else about Delia. It's a perfect time. She's lazy, drunk, and now her only weapon is gone. But part of me wonders if she'll throw herself into the pool the instant I step out, yet another attempt at drowning herself, jumpstarting the drama all over again.

  “I don't think anything about this shit, mom, because I'm done.”

  The latest overdose was her fifth stab at suicide in about as many years, and it worked better than anything else. The crazy bitch really almost offed herself, unlike all the other times, when she stopped short of putting herself in the danger zone. Just close enough to get her fill of sympathy.

  “Go ahead and run back to base, soldier boy,” she chimes. “Jesus, you really don't have any balls, do you? I gave you tough love, Christopher, tough fucking love. Now look at you – just look! Living like a robot, loving like one too. No family. No friends. No father. The only one in this house you're on intimate terms with is that brown eyed bitch you're sticking your dick in, and that's because she's just as screwed up as you are. I'm all you've got, son, and the sooner you realize that, the –”

  Fucking shit. I tune her out.

  If she weren't so goddamned crazy, anybody but my own flesh and blood, I'd have picked her up and thrown her in the pool about ten words in.

  My skin feels like it's going to melt. She's kryptonite, my Achilles' heel, my own personal demon, all rolled into one.

  I've survived drills that left me sore for days. Bastards shooting at me, planting IEDs on the road, hearing my fellow SEALs scream as they're cut to pieces. And I still don't know what the fuck to do with the bitter psycho in front of me, sucking in her cheeks like she's chewing on the world's most vile lemon.

  I turn sharply like I'm on parade, and I'm about to go when she gets up. I can't resist looking over my fucking shoulder, even though everything in my skull is screaming not to.

  Her eyes are tiny pinpricks, angry and red. Hot tears are falling down her cheeks, and she's shaking, holding the towel so tight against her throat it looks like she's going to choke.

  “You're really just walking away? You can't even argue back anymore? Are we that far gone, Chris? I'm your own fucking mother!”

  “I know what you are, Evie,” I say, channeling my rage into the fists hanging at my sides. “I know what you do to people, and how you're a thousand times more fucked up than I'll ever be. I know I'm done, and I won't be around for the fallout. Not anymore. Not ever. Save your shit for Bruce, as long as he's willing to put up with it, which won't be long.”

  “No, no, no...” I hear her whispering it behind me as I start to walk away.

  I'm about halfway back to the house when she runs toward me. She's barefoot, so I don't hear her until it's too late. She tackles me, wraps her hands around my throat, tries to throw me on the ground the way she used to when I was twelve years old, before I bulked up and became a man.

  I threw her off easily, slamming her into the pavement. It's a strange irony to see how things have changed over the years. She's lucky she's got that towel to cushion her blow. The last thing the bitch needs is a cracked hip, but it's her own damned fault.

  “You ungrateful little shit! I gave you everything. Food, shelter, drove you into your career, that stupid fucking job that takes up everything, sucks the life out of you.” She's given up fighting, and her fingers are in her eyes, digging in as she rattles off all her insane bad son litanies.

  “It's not a job, mother,” I say coldly. “I'm serving this country, protecting communities here at home and overseas. It's duty. I feel sorry for you some days because you'll never grasp those concepts. You're too far gone, and so's this whole goddamned situation with your sugar daddy.”

  Her hands drop, and she shoots me the most hateful look I've ever seen in my life.

  “Go. Walk out. You're a disgrace, Christopher, and I won't let you ruin this. Bruce is all I need. He's going to take care of me forever. He understands what love is, something you'll never know after all this SEAL crap shut down your emotions. They tore out your heart, son, and there's no getting it back.”

  The shit coming out of her mouth is just total psycho babble now. I turn and keep going, even when she starts screaming gibberish at me, trying to get one last rise.

  “No, come back! You don't get to walk out. I'll have you thrown out if you don't fucking listen to me. We'll see how much of a fight you put up when five deputies are hauling you off!”

  I roll my eyes. It's the same thing she used to threaten me with when I rebelled in my teens. It scared me then. Dad left me with a healthy fear of the cops. Then one day when I was sixteen, she cracked and did it, called the police when I refused to get in the car with her and her drunken beach bum boyfriend to go to the beach.

  The officers showed up and nearly hauled her away instead. It's tempting to remind her. If I thought there was any tiny spark left inside her, some mirror that would show her how fucking nuts she is, I'd hold it up in a heartbeat.

  But there isn't. My mother's been fading for years, and now she's gone completely dark, plunged into a pitch black pool of pain, regret, insanity.

  I know what's coming next, and I stop at the door with my hand on it for a second, ready for the explosion.

  “You stupid piece of shit! I'll cut your dick off before I let you stick it in Bruce's little slut again! You're not going to use that girl and toss her away like one of your soggy condoms. You've chosen to be a total robot, fine. Go right ahead, SEAL. You can ruin your life, but you won't wreck mine. If you think I'm going to sit here like an idiot while you're screwing her, right under our noses, I swear to Christ I'll –“


  I step through the door and slam it tight behind me. The seal chokes off her threat. I don't need to fucking hear it, because I already know what she's going to do. I walk toward the main entrance, stopping along the way to flag one of the house staff. I tell the maid to keep an eye on Evie to make sure she doesn't do something stupid in the pool, or maybe with one of those thick glass pieces laying on the deck.

  Sooner or later, she'll tell Bruce what's going on. Maybe he'll man up and punch me in the face like he should.

  I stop near the big sprawling staircases and run a hand over my face. My heart's pounding, throttled like a hot engine.

  Delia won't leave my brain. All I want to do is run upstairs and fuck her brains out, slam my dick into her perfect pussy over and over and over, spill my seed inside her 'til I'm too exhausted to think, to hate.

  Robot. I hear Evie calling me that again, and I snort. It's insane, but if there weren't a little shred of truth, it wouldn't bother me like this.

  My mother always has an uncanny way with tapping into my fears, and right now, I'm scared shitless. If I go upstairs and get naked with the hot, brown eyed beauty again, it's only going to be harder to pull away later.

  I'm going to break her heart, and rip out my own in the process, hurl the whole mess at my feet. I ought to turn away and walk the hell out of this house forever, just like I keep intending, leaving this shit behind.

  It's toxic. It's wrong. Everything, everything, including her.

  But I can already feel Delia's taste on my lips. My dick's hammering so hard in my pants I think I'm going to pass out.

  Mom's right in her own sadistic way about me being fucked, but she doesn't have a clue. The only way to keep myself sane is to move, march upstairs, haul the best thing that's ever happened to me into that big Victorian bed, and slam my hips into hers 'til all we can focus on is remembering to breathe.

  She looks like she's surprised to see me when her door opens. I grab her by the wrist and pull her tight, slamming her against the wall. My lips find hers, silencing all the questions she wants to ask.

  What are you doing here?

  What's going on?

  Why?

  She knows. Delia can feel the heat in my lips and the fire in my blood. My dick finds the soft space between her belly and pussy, and starts to grind, reliving our first sultry night on the beach.

  I tear my lips away before I fuck her right here in the hall, in front of our parents and the staff. We head for my room and I kick the door shut, then walk her over to the end of the bed.

  “Jesus, Chris. Why do you have to be so rough? Can't you just say hello?”

  “We're past good manners, babe. Everything I wanna do to you is about as uncivil as it gets, and I'm not gonna hide it. Put your hands on the bed. Tonight'll be so good it hurts.”

  “Hurts?” She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, shaking her head. “Haven't you done enough? I can't keep living these head games. This hot and cold, on-again off-again crap.”

  Our last evening on the pool deck did more damage than I thought. Regret hits me in a sharp pang, and I almost apologize.

  Too bad it's against everything in my nature, humbling myself in words. She'll find out how sorry I am, how deep I feel, when I'm balls deep, curling her toes. She'll understand I never meant to hurt her, never meant to blow us up, never meant to drag this out 'til it's become an addiction I can't give up.

  Can't.

  For a second, I reach for Delia's perfect face, cup it, and squeeze. My mouth finds hers and I lead her tongue in a whirlwind, pulling the air from her lungs, all the sweetness she has for me.

  “Love isn't always easy, babe.” Her eyes light up when she hears the L-word. I don't give a shit, there's no more hiding it. “We're going through one fuck of a rough patch. There's only one way I know to work through it.”

  “Sex can't fix everything,” she says, unsure and whiny, like it's the right thing to say but she doesn't believe it.

  “You'd be surprised. We pissed each other off last night, and Evie screwed us royal before we could make up. Guess how much my dick gives a fuck?”

  Hell, I'll show her.

  I reach underneath her skirt, find her panties, and rip them straight down. She moans as the fabric snaps tight around her smooth calves, and I lift her feet one at a time to get them on the floor.

  “You didn't answer me, Delia,” I growl, moving one hand to her breast while my fingers sink into her. She's even wetter than I thought, and my cock jerks when I feel how hot, how wet, how ready she is. “How much do you think my cock cares about all this emotional soap opera shit? Do you think any of it matters when I'm hard as a rock, and you're leaking all over my fingers?”

  “I don't...I don't –“

  Know? No, she fucking doesn't. And I'm not going to hear anymore bullshit that can't be said with our bodies.

  I don't kiss and make up. I don't love. I don't get my head all screwed up by girls I'm not supposed to be nailing in the first place.

  Except I realize I'm doing all those things. I crossed the damned Rubicon the first time I put my cock in her body, and now I can't stop, no matter how hard it is now, or how much it's going to ache like a motherfucker to kill this when summer ends.

  I toy with her clit while she pants, breathless and thoughtless, pushing her full, bare ass into the ridge underneath my jeans. I should've fucked the urge to come every time our skin touches right out of my system by now, but it seems like it's getting worse every time we're rutting.

  I don't understand it, and it's pissing me off. I take her to the edge with my fingers fucking fast, stroking her hot cunt while my thumb works her clit, poised to make her convulse any time I want.

  “Let's fucking go,” I snarl, pulling my hands off her at once, dragging her by the hair a couple steps away. I take her hands, put them on the tall bedpost, and start to work off my belt.

  It's everything I've been dreaming about since I first saw the bed. She gives me a small whimper of surprise when I drag her hands up above her head, getting her at the perfect angle, and lashing her to the post.

  “What the hell? I didn't know you were this kinky.”

  She sounds so excited I want to laugh. Instead, I shove my pants down once she's bound, grab her waist and pull her sweet ass against my cock.

  “This isn't about playing with chains and blindfolds. I do whatever feels natural, babe, and right now that's making sure you can't go anywhere 'til I'm done fucking you. You don't want to hear what's coming out of my mouth lately, so I'll let my cock do the talking instead. This time, you'll listen.”

  And she does as I sink inside her. The girl's voice cracks in this sexy, overwhelmed way that nearly causes me to lose my load right there.

  Thank fuck for all the discipline I've built up over the years.

  I slide my hands underneath her top and feel her tits. I pinch both her nipples so hard she gasps, and it's all the signal I need to swing my hips, digging deeper, claiming what's mine.

  We're fucking hard and fast, trying to find some balance. It's a desperate fuck, one so intense I can feel her heartbeat in the hot, wet flesh wrapped tight around my dick. It only makes me thrust harder, so deep I want to break her, smash us both into a thousand pieces.

  A minute or two in, and she's coming. I have to power fuck my way through it not to explode with her. For the first time in my life, I wish I had a cock ring.

  Her pussy pinches me tight, like she's got a second tongue down there sucking me off, teasing the come from my balls. I grab her by the throat, digging my fingers in, and tilt her face to mine. She gets her lips against mine mid-climax, and I taste her coming, snarling my lust back into her mouth.

  “Don't. Fucking. Stop.” It's all I can thunder as I keep slamming into her, fucking straight through her release, hornier than ever for mine.

  I have to throw my weight into her to hold her up. I've brought her to a new zenith. Her knees want to buckle, send her crashing to the ground befo
re she hits her second wind.

  I don't let that happen. I slow my strokes, fucking into her more tenderly, pushing my tongue in and out of her mouth, stroking both holes at once. Her lips and pussy belong to me.

  Everything about being wrapped up with this woman feels so goddamned right.

  She's blown my whole world apart, and it's not just her body. I want to destroy her, merge into her, hook my cock into her feminine heat twenty-four seven.

  When I feel her heartbeat in every kiss, every moan, every slide of her sopping wet velvet over all ten inches of my dick, I know I'm gone.

  The robot, as Evie called it, short circuited when I pulled Delia Burr into my life. All the BUD/S and psy-op training in the world can't undo whatever the fuck she's done to my brain. Feeling her doesn't stop at my dick.

  She's found her way inside me somehow, and I can feel her there as I deepen my strokes, pulling one hand off her tit to stroke her clit instead. It warms her up all over again. I watch her forehead sink to the bedpost, fighting for leverage, completely swept away by the pleasure I'm giving her.

  Normally, it'd be hot as fuck. Of course it is now, too, but I can't get over this other sticky, strange warm feeling I've got inside, causing my heart to thump like a rocket going into orbit.

  “You feel it building in my balls yet?” I growl, twisting her hair in one hand, pouring fire in her ear. “It's all yours, babe. Every fucking drop. All you've got to do is beg.”

  I pull her long dark locks and listen to her whine. It's the sound, that whiny note she makes when she's coming undone.

  Fuck. My strokes quicken, instinctively meeting hers.

  We're bucking faster. Harder. Desperation growing. She moans again, trying to form words, sticky need oozing out her lips.

  That's when I start to get pissed.

  I can't believe it, what's happening to me here, what she's done to me the whole damned time.

  This fuck was supposed to set us straight. I was supposed to take full control of her pussy for hours, and I've got her eating out of my hand like usual, but I'm the one going down like a titan.