Crude: A Stepbrother Romance

by Irons, Aubrey

  And neither do I; not this time.

  There’s no suit this time, no well-timed car horn in the driveway. No, this time he doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to.

  I pull away from the kiss and gasp, shivering as I feel his hand touching me there where no one else ever has. I’m arching my hips against, feeling his fingers slide easily through my lips with how absolutely soaking wet I am for him. He mashes his lips to mine again, and I readily open my mouth for his tongue. He growls as his fingers slide against my opening, and I whimper into his lips as I feel his fingers slide up to rub slow circles across my clit.

  God, this is so wrong.

  And so freaking dangerous. I mean my father is downstairs, along with Amanda. And here I am moaning in the bathroom with my soon to be stepbrother, who’s kissing me and sliding a finger deep inside my soaking wet pussy for the first time.

  He curls his finger against that sweet spot inside, and I’m rocking my hips and moaning deeply into his mouth as our tongues wrestle together. His thumb rubs over my clit, and I’m falling and crashing; lights flooding the corners of my eyes even though they’re closed.

  And then I’m coming. For the first time without just myself, I’m coming, and it’s a climax like I’ve never felt before.

  “Paige! Knox! You guys getting ready?”

  My eyes fly open suddenly, the color draining from my cheeks as I hear my father’s voice again.

  “Holy shit! You have to get out of here!” I hurriedly hiss at Knox.

  “Jeez, princess; no pillow talk?”

  “Knox!!”

  He’s standing there in his wet bathing suit with his cock practically poking a hole through the front of it, and he’s still got that wild, hungry look in his eyes.

  “Go!”

  He winks at me, and slowly brings his finger from between my legs to his mouth and licks them clean. I blush bright red and bite my lip; terrified about my father and his mother being downstairs, but totally unable to look away from his eyes; “Better get ready, darlin’.” He winks again, and suddenly, he’s slipping his thumbs into his shorts and peeling them down his legs.

  I gasp as his cock bobs out between us; my eyes going wide; “Oh my God! What are you doing?!”

  “Guys! Be ready soon!”

  My heart is trying to climb it’s way out of my throat, but Knox just grins and winks at me as he wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke it, right there in front of me!

  “Stop it! We have to go!”

  He grins at me; “You’re welcomed to make it go faster.”

  I blush, and I want to look away, but I can’t, and my eyes are locked on the cock in his hands mere inches from me. Jesus, he’s huge. OK it’s not like I’ve got anything to compare it to, but that thing is big.

  And throbbing, and his hand is sliding up and down it in a way that has me getting wet all over again.

  “You have to stop,” I whisper, my eyes still locked on his hand sliding up and down his shaft.

  “Make me.” When I don’t say anything, Knox reaches out and tugs at the towel I’ve still got clutched in my hands. I pulls at it, and suddenly, I’m letting him take it from me.

  He drops it to the floor and steps closer to me, and I don’t stop him. His other hand reaches out for me, and his fingers trace over the skin of my stomach, slipping down further and further, and this time, I spread my legs for him.

  He groans and starts to stroke himself faster as his fingers slip through my wet folds and ease against my opening. He pushed two inside easily. God I’m so wet for him; so ready.

  His hand shuttled up and down his cock faster now as his fingers begin to slide in and out of me, curling against me and stroking me so perfectly. And then I’m moving my hand down over my own hips. God what am I doing? I’m running my hand down and putting my finger on my clit. I’m red-faced and breathless, but I moan as I start to rub my clit right in front of him. He groans as he watches me, and I’m throwing my head back against the shower door behind me, my eyes lidded and heavy as I watch him watching me.

  I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, or what this new side of me is, but I just don’t care. I’m rubbing my clit faster and faster, our fingers touching and my own climax rushing towards me, and I’m going to come again; God I’m going to come again.

  “Hey! Guys! Let’s go!”

  “Knox-”

  He growls as he slides his fingers deep and pressed his hard naked body hot against mine as he kisses me fiercely. And then I’m coming, and screaming into his mouth as I go toppling over the edge of my orgasm.

  I can feel his cock throb, trapped between our bodies and hot like molten iron against my stomach. And then he groans deeply into my mouth and suddenly I gasp as I feel him start to come, splashing warm and wet against my stomach in hot bursts as we moan into each other’s mouth.

  It’s so, so wrong for us to be here like this, but it’s also the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

  There’s a pounding on my bedroom door, making me almost jump out of my skin; “Paige! We’re leaving, NOW!”

  I shove a grinning Knox away; “I’m just getting into the shower!” I yell out, quickly turning the water on.

  I can hear my father muttering something out in the hallway, but I’m too busy pushing Knox through the bathroom to his own room; “Go!”

  He leans down and kisses my cheek, and then I’m shutting the door and leaning against it, feeling like my heart is going to burst through my chest.

  Oh my God what did I just do?

  Dinner is at this fancy spot downtown, and I can tell Joe is edgy since we’re ten minutes late for our reservation.

  Hey, it’s not my fault I had to finger his daughter to orgasm twice before we left.

  Hmm, actually, on second thought…

  I’ve managed to clean up pretty decently though. I even put in the extra mile of throwing a tie on since I could tell Joe was pissed about being late leaving the house by the sounds of his pacing outside in the hallway while I changed and Paige showered my cum off her stomach.

  I can’t help but grin to myself right there at the table thinking about it, and I look up to try and catch her eye. She’s ignoring me, or at least trying to, but I make an extra effort to keep asking her to pass me random things like salt I don’t use, or a dinner roll I don’t eat, just to try and get her eye.

  It’s half working.

  “So, Knox,” Joe’s sawing into his steak as he glances up at me, pulling my attention away from Paige; “You’re finally starting to feel things out around here I take it?”

  Paige chokes on her food.

  “Absolutely, sir,” I nod authoritatively, mimicking Joe’s own mannerisms; “It takes a little exploring and prying, but I think I’m really getting used to the new places.”

  She’s staring at me like I’ve completely lost my mind, her mouth hanging open and this cute, bright red flush across her face that’s a cross between mortified and wanting to murder me. Hey, at least I’ve finally got her attention, right?

  I put on my most cheesy grin for King Joe as he nods and smiles at me. My mother is beaming away at me as well, so I guess I’m making up for a little lost graces here.

  “I’m proud of you, Knox,” Joe says, spearing a piece of tenderloin; “You’ve really shown some effort with adapting to this new change.” He shoots Paige a quick sideways glance, as if to say the opposite to her while he chews his food. I want to say something, even if I won’t. I frown; I mean, shit, give the girl a break. She’s wound pretty fucking tight as it is, and it’s not like either of us got eased into this whole idea of getting new step-parents until we were moving in with them.

  I mean, I can deal with it, cause, well, I’m not going to freaking Columbia in the fall. I’ve got nothing else on the brain except how to spend my summer, and how best to continue exploring Paige and her own boundaries.

  “So how was practice today, honey?”

  Paige blushes and looks quick
ly down at her plate. Yeah, I suppose no answer is better than “oh I was making out with my new stepbrother in the pool instead of practicing the piano”.

  Woops.

  “Paige?”

  “I- I got busy.”

  Joe’s fork comes down on his plate with a clatter; “Paige-”

  “Dad, I know.”

  “We talked about this.”

  “I’m fine, I’m-”

  Joe waves his hand, silencing her in a way that has my fist tightening under the table; “Your trials are coming up in August, Paige. that’s three weeks awa-”

  “Dad, I’ll be read-”

  “You need to be ready now!”

  He’s louder than I think he meant to be, but the effect is pretty immediate as the whole table, and even those around us, get instantly quiet.

  Damn, dude.

  He shakes his head and takes a deep breath; “Honey, you know it’s just because I want the best for you.”

  Paige nods quietly; “I know.”

  I want to scream, or throw something, or reach across the table and shake her or kiss or anything to just snap her out of it! Anything to get that fire I know that’s inside of her roaring and anything to give her the courage to do what she wants to do.

  “Maybe you could take a page out of Knox’s book over there.” I cringe as Paige’s eyes dart up to mine, flaring.

  “Hard work pays off, honey, remember that. Keep at it and you’ll be amazed at what doors open up for you.” Joe smiles at Paige and reaches out to pat her hand; “Free up those distractions, honey.”

  *****

  Later that night, I slip through the bathroom to her room, only to find the door locked fast from the other side.

  “Pssst!” I whisper through the door; “Hey, open up.”

  “Go away, Knox. I have work to do”

  I frown; did that fucking pep talk at the dinner table really get to her like this?

  “Oh c’mon, don’t you want to continue what we were discussing befo-”

  “NO, Knox.” Her voice is tight, and I can tell she’s right on the other side of the door; “No, I do not. Please just leave me alone, OK?”

  “Paige, c’mon, just open-”

  The door swings wide and I grin at her; “Well, fancy meeting you-”

  “No, none of that.” Her eyes dart across my face, full of...what, fear? What’s she scared of?

  “I have a lot of work to do, Knox,” She says quickly and quietly; “I don’t have time for things like you.”

  A shadow crossed my brow; “Things like me?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  I frown; “No, I don’t. Enlighten me.”

  “Distractions; things that’ll just keep me back.”

  I can feel the anger flash in me; “Ahh, I see. Well, hey, fuck you too, right?”

  She winces slightly, a hurt look flitting across her face before she looks down at the floor. She’s inches away from me but we’re oceans apart; “You know what I mean.”

  “Crystal fucking clear, princess,” I mutter, before I turn and stalk back to my own room.

  Crystal clear.

  Four days later, and I still can’t get Knox and that incident in the bathroom out of my head.

  Wow, ‘incident?’ Ugh, no wonder that was my first real sexual experience.

  And of course, thinking of it like that is even worse somehow. When I frame it in that context, with Knox being my first with something like that, it’s almost just extra dirty.

  Deliciously, wonderfully, exquisitely dirty. The kind of dirty I don’t ever want to wash off; the kind of dirty that’s kept me up and gasping into my pillow the last four nights in a row.

  I groan, rubbing my sleepy eyes. I need to get my head together; I need to focus. I mean what sort of a pervert am I turning into here where I’m fantasizing over and over again about the one boy in the world I need to and should have absolutely nothing to do with? I mean it’s not like what we did was illegal or anything, it’s just...wrong. And it’s going to hurt my future if I let him distract me like that anymore.

  The problem is, being distracted by Knox Shepherd is just so much fun. So much...ugh; just, no.

  So I’m ignoring him now, because I have to. Which is not to say that I’m not thinking about that time in the bathroom. In fact, that’s the hardest part about all this; the fact that I can’t stop thinking about that night, or him touching me there, or the feel of that hot weapon between his legs searing against my skin.

  The feel of him clenching as he came against me, or the feel of his come; hot on my body.

  I groan, squinting at the books in front of me and shoving the dirty thoughts I’m having of the boy in the room next to me out of my head. Like I said, I need to focus; it’s time to put the work in. I’m cramming for my advanced placement classes for Columbia; you know, because regular classes at the Ivy League school with the 6.5% percent acceptance rate is just plain slacking.

  Right.

  I’m also practicing piano every second I’m not reading, sleeping, or eating, which is at least a nicer distraction than the books. Of course, this also means I’ve got zero time alone with my keyboard and my headphones, and with Knox and Amanda here now, there’s never a time when I’m alone to sing my own songs out loud by myself.

  Dad seems to take notice of the studying though, so at least he’s eased up me a little this week. I mean, I get it; really, I do. I’m know I’m pretty much a model kid, and I know we’ve got money, but there’s no way raising me after my mom took off was exactly easy for him. And I know he wants the best for me, especially after that whole thing.

  It’s just, tough sometimes, you know?

  The shower in the bathroom between Knox’s room and mine kicks on, dragging me out of my thoughts. There’s the muffled sound of music playing, and I frown and strain my ears trying to hear what the heck Knox Shepard listens to when he showers.

  I’m frowning, not quite able to hear it, and I find myself starting to get up out of my desk chair to see if I can-

  And then he starts belting along to it, and I stop and just stare at the door.

  You have got to be fucking kidding me.

  “I wanna fuck you like an animal!”

  I groan and cringe, listening to Knox belt out the dirty lyrics to the Nine Inch Nails song and just shaking my head as I stalk back to my desk and furiously open my book again.

  Right, and here I was just starting to think I could ever get that man out of my head.

  *****

  “I’m thinking we might have company for dinner this weekend.”

  I look up sharply as I finish Nocturne in E minor to see my dad smiling at me from a seat across the room; “Oh?”

  “Yeah, the Rileys got in touch recently about maybe getting together.” He smiles at me; “That was beautiful by the way.”

  “Thanks.” And thanks for noticing.