Stepbrother's Secret

by Anna Wineheart

  Eric groaned, musk rolling off him in waves. He pushed his fingertip between Ollie’s cheeks, dragging it up over Ollie’s hole. Then he let his touch linger there, just nudging Ollie’s entrance, slipping in the slightest bit. Olivier rolled his hips, pushing up at his alpha.

  “Fuck,” Eric growled, sinking his finger inside. It ground against Olivier’s prostate, and Olivier shuddered, pleasure humming through his body.

  Eric was inside him, but it wasn’t enough.

  “Stop teasing,” Ollie moaned, reaching behind to spread himself. “Claim me, Eric. Please.”

  Through the mirror, Ollie watched as Eric’s pupils blew open. Eric’s chest heaved; his throat worked. He squeezed his own cock, looking as though he’d be inside Ollie in a second, if he weren’t still wearing clothes.

  “I need you to promise,” Eric said hoarsely. “Don’t lie to me again.”

  Olivier wavered. He couldn’t promise Eric that. All he’d done was for Eric’s good. But he wanted Eric’s cock plowing inside him, he wanted Eric fucking him senseless, until all he knew was his alpha.

  “Yeah,” Olivier said, reaching behind to squeeze Eric’s cock. “Now please fuck me.”

  Eric groaned, catching Olivier’s hand. Then he rocked his entire length against Ollie’s palm, and Ollie almost creamed himself, with how heavy Eric’s cock was, how big it was for him.

  Eric yanked his pants open, shoving it down so his cock sprang up, thick and eager. Olivier turned, slick trickling down his thighs. Except Eric pressed him back against the counter, yanking Ollie’s hips up.

  “On tiptoe,” Eric rumbled, sliding two fingers between Ollie’s cheeks, swirling them around his hole.

  Ollie stood on tiptoes, his legs trembling, relaxing for his alpha. But Eric only massaged his hole. Then he pushed his slick fingers down further between Ollie’s legs, nudging his sensitive balls. Ollie’s sac drew up tight, his cock straining against the scrap of lace. “E-Eric!”

  Eric closed his fist around Ollie’s cock, stroking him lightly from base to tip. Olivier fucked into his hand, panting.

  Except Eric angled Ollie’s cock down, trapping it behind the elastic of his panties so he had no leverage on it at all.

  “Gods, you’re hot,” Eric growled, dragging his rough fingertips down Ollie’s cock. It jerked, and Eric tapped lightly on it, each touch sending a thrill down Olivier’s spine.

  Instead of fucking Olivier, Eric crouched, taking Ollie’s cock into his hot, damp mouth.

  Olivier wheezed, his entire body alight with pleasure.

  Eric licked languorously around him, his tongue dipping past Ollie’s foreskin, flirting with his tip. Then he lapped around it, dipping lightly into Ollie’s piss-slit.

  Olivier shuddered, rolling his hips to chase his pleasure. Eric let his mouth fall open, his breath rushing hot around Ollie’s cock, the tip of his tongue sliding down Ollie’s length to his base.

  Ollie shuddered and gasped, the pressure in his body building.

  But Eric sucked on him a final time. Then he released Ollie, leaving him bereft, his cock neglected, his balls tight with need.

  “Promise me,” Eric growled, standing. He stripped his clothes off, and Olivier couldn’t help staring at the expanse of his pecs, his flexing biceps, his thick thighs.

  “I p-promise,” Ollie said, spreading his cheeks to draw his alpha closer.

  Eric breathed out shakily, wrapping one strong arm around Ollie’s midriff.

  Then he hooked Ollie’s thigh up and propped it on the bathroom counter, leaving Ollie’s legs spread, his panties stretched to the maximum, biting into his thighs.

  Olivier moaned, his skin tight with embarrassment. Eric could see all of him through the mirror: his tight nipples, his straining cock, even the hole that needed to be stretched and filled.

  Eric stepped in close, rubbing his thick cock against Ollie’s. Ollie jerked, dripping onto his alpha. Eric rumbled in appreciation. Then he gathered their precome in his fingers, smearing it onto his cock.

  “Wanna put this inside you,” Eric rasped, rubbing his blunt tip against Ollie’s hole.

  Despite the number of times Ollie had taken his alpha, every entrance was a treat. He panted, shoving down at Eric, only to have Eric hold his body steady.

  “I want you to look at yourself,” Eric murmured, caressing Ollie’s throat with his fingers. “I want you to see what I see when you take me inside.”

  “Wh-what?” Ollie panted.

  “Look at you,” Eric whispered, dragging his palm down Ollie’s chest. Ollie tried not to look at himself. He watched Eric instead, the fall of his brown hair, the heave of his chest.

  Eric was beautiful, and Eric was his alpha.

  Olivier wanted him so very much.

  Then Eric sank his thick tip in, and Ollie stretched around him, his fingers scrabbling against the counter. Eric was big. He plunged inside, all the way to the hilt, and Ollie panted at his brother’s sudden presence in him, his entire body singing.

  “Fuck,” Eric hissed, grasping Ollie’s ass. He watched Ollie’s face as he slid out and pushed back in. Ollie savored Eric’s half-lidded eyes, his pleasured expression.

  “You like?” Olivier gasped.

  “Gods, yeah.” Eric snapped his hips, and his cock slid home into Ollie, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Olivier panted, just barely hanging on. He wanted Eric so much.

  Eric thrust in a couple of times, dragging his wrists down Ollie’s front, marking him with cedar. Ollie read his possessiveness, the way Eric bit into Ollie’s shoulder, the way Eric held Ollie against him.

  “I want to see,” Ollie panted, rocking back onto Eric’s cock. “See you inside.”

  Eric sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah. Sounds good.” He slipped out of Ollie, scooping Ollie up onto the bathroom counter. “Open your legs.”

  Ollie whimpered, pulling his knees up to his chest. This spread him open, showed Eric his aching cock and his tight balls, and further down, his slick-drenched hole.

  Eric breathed out shakily, reaching around Ollie to caress his sac. Ollie shook at the jolt of bliss. Then Eric pushed his cock between Ollie’s legs, letting it grind up lewdly against Ollie’s sac.

  Ollie panted, his slick dripping onto Eric’s cock.

  “Wanna see me claim you?” Eric growled.

  Ollie nodded fervently.

  So Eric rolled his hips back, dragging his cock against Ollie’s sac, until its tip nudged Ollie’s puckered hole. Then Eric sank it in, and Ollie watched as he opened around his alpha. Eric’s cock disappeared into his body, big and thick.

  “Fuck,” Eric hissed. “You feel damn good, Ollie.” He snapped his hips up, anchoring Ollie against his chest so he could bury every last inch inside Ollie. Then he began to thrust, deep and hard, and Olivier writhed, his body wringing tight.

  He couldn’t hold on. Not when Eric was inside him, claiming him in the most intimate way possible. “E-Eric, I can’t—”

  Ollie’s ass still stung from the spanking. And yet Eric cradled him, fucking hard, his cock grinding up against Ollie’s prostate so he jerked, so close to the edge.

  “Take my cock, Ollie,” Eric growled, plunging into his body, his cock a thick, unyielding presence. “Gonna give you a baby.”

  Ollie sobbed with pleasure. Over and over, Eric thrust into him, marking all of Ollie’s insides, pleasuring him with that thick length.

  “Come for me,” Eric growled, reaching down to stroke Ollie’s cock.

  Ollie’s need soared to a crescendo. Then pleasure flooded through his nerves like a deluge and he cried out, his back arching, his nails sinking into Eric’s shoulder, his body clenching tight.

  Eric’s breathing stuttered. He anchored Ollie against himself and drove in deep, and Ollie felt his alpha unload inside him, filling him with seed. Eric groaned, his arms trembling around Ollie, his breath rushing hot on Ollie’s skin.

  “Mine,” Eric panted, leaning Ollie back against himself. His knot gr
ew, and Ollie sat down onto it, making sure to take it all into his body.

  For a while, they recovered, Eric leaning against the counter, Ollie tipping his head back against his alpha’s shoulder. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned sex, right after Eric confessed his love.

  But Eric’s care showed in the gentleness of his arms, his sloppy kisses down Ollie’s shoulder.

  “Mine,” Eric murmured, sliding out of Ollie’s body.

  Olivier whined. “But your knot—”

  “Gonna move you to the bed,” Eric said. “I’m not knotting you in front of the sink.”

  At that, Olivier chuckled. Eric scooped him up, carrying him out of the bathroom. Then he lay Ollie on the mattress, crawled up close, and fitted his cock back into Ollie. Ollie moaned, his eyelids fluttering shut.

  Eric paused when his knot bumped against the outside of Ollie’s hole.

  Ollie cracked his eyes open. “Please don’t pull out.”

  Eric studied him. “You trust me, after that bastard hurt you?”

  “Yeah.” Ollie smiled, and Eric relaxed.

  Slowly, Eric eased his growing knot inside Ollie, his breath hitching when Ollie opened around him. Ollie groaned, his muscles stretching. Eric’s knot always felt good, like he was meant to be there.

  Eric gave a sigh when Olivier’s body enveloped him. Then he leaned in close, kissing Ollie on the chin. “You really do promise to stop lying.”

  Olivier’s ass prickled. “I’ll try.”

  Eric looked pointedly at him. “Ollie.”

  “I know, I know.” Ollie squirmed. “But... you’re more important than what I want.”

  Eric snorted. “I don’t care about whether I’m important. You hid the most critical things from me, Ollie. I would’ve given anything to hear you say ‘I love you’ back then—you know that.”

  Olivier swallowed hard, looking away. “Yeah. I do. And you would’ve been kicked out of the family, Eric. Or we could’ve been sent to jail—me, at least.”

  Eric growled. “They wouldn’t send you to jail.”

  “I think your mom might’ve. She’s threatened me with it before. And... and I don’t know if you remembered when I presented as omega? You sniffed my wrist, Eric. Dad saw. He said people go to jail for incest.”

  “We’re stepbrothers. This isn’t actual incest.”

  Olivier tipped his head back, the threat of his family’s ire heavy on his chest. “I know the difference now. You were underage, though.”

  Eric narrowed his eyes. “Sixteen is the age of consent. I was sixteen. So it wouldn’t have mattered if we’d fucked then.”

  “I don’t know.” Ollie shrugged uneasily. “I still think your mom would’ve found a way to put me in jail.”

  Eric’s lips thinned. Ollie could tell he was remembering the encounter with his mom, when Wendy had disparaged Olivier.

  “Look, I love you, and you love me,” Eric said. “That’s what matters, right?”

  Ollie’s heart fluttered. He still couldn’t believe Eric loved him. “Are you sure? I mean, about what you feel.”

  Eric paused, touching his own heart. “Yeah. Took me a while to find my feelings. I have them back now, though. I love you.”

  Ollie’s chest tightened. “Oh.”

  And Eric leaned in, meshing their lips together. “Mine,” he whispered, stroking down to Olivier’s belly. “Gonna say hi to the baby when my knot recedes.”

  Olivier swallowed hard, his chest full. “You really want that baby.”

  Eric kissed him fervently, rocking his knot deeper into Ollie. “Yeah, I do. You’re all mine.”

  Ollie groaned. Eric dragged his wrists down Ollie’s face, his neck, brushing across his shoulders. Then he marked Ollie’s arms, his sides, his back, until Ollie smelled like cedar all over, like he was Eric’s.

  Olivier’s heart swelled. Eric did love him.

  “Can I... Can I mark you again?” Eric whispered, thumbing Ollie’s wrist, right over his scent gland. “A bonding mark.”

  Ollie hesitated. That seemed a little too permanent. What if Eric was wrong about his feelings?

  “Maybe later,” Ollie said, even though his heart ached for Eric’s mark on both his wrists.

  Eric’s smile fell.

  Feeling guilty, Olivier thought about saying I love you, like he always meant to. Eric knew what Ollie felt. But Ollie hadn’t the guts to voice it.

  You’ll drag him down with you, Eric’s mom had said.

  What if Eric’s mom was wrong?

  “I...” Olivier began.

  “You...?”

  “I—I love you,” Ollie mumbled, his cheeks warming. It felt so strange, finally admitting it to Eric.

  Eric’s eyes shone with delight. “Yeah? You love me?”

  “I do.”

  Eric nuzzled Ollie’s cheek, his smile so bright that Ollie’s chest ached.

  “Maybe you can mark me,” Ollie blurted, raising his right hand. “Just—just one wrist.”

  Eric’s breath caught. He wrapped his fingers gently around Ollie’s arm, sniffing to find the spot that smelled most strongly of carnation. “Really? Are you sure?”

  Olivier nodded before he could second-guess himself. “Yeah.”

  Eric nuzzled Ollie’s wrist. “So beautiful,” he whispered, raking his eyes over Ollie.

  Then he dragged his teeth over Ollie’s wrist. With his hands gentle, Eric sank his teeth into Ollie’s scent gland, breaking skin.

  Like before, pain and pleasure twisted down Olivier’s nerves. He panted, his entire body tingling, his eyes fluttering shut.

  Eric had marked him again.

  Somehow, that felt like liberation, and it also felt like shackles closing around his wrists.

  Olivier swallowed hard, savoring Eric’s weight on him, Eric kissing the pain away.

  It drew a soft laugh from his lips. “I taught you that a long time ago.”

  Eric brushed a kiss across the broken skin. “Taught me what?”

  “Kissing your hurts.” Ollie gave a bittersweet smile. “I learned it from my mom.”

  Eric smiled faintly. “I wish I could meet her. Your mom. So I can tell her how amazing her son grew up to be.”

  Olivier blushed, his heart aching with loss. It had been years since his mother died, but some days, he remembered her singing, remembered her arms around him. “I wish she could meet you, too,” he said. “She’d love you.”

  Eric cracked a smile. He tickled Ollie lightly on the ribs, so Ollie yelped and shoved at him.

  “Eric!”

  “Gonna tickle you harder,” Eric growled, sweeping his fingers up Ollie’s chest. Ollie shrieked, and Eric blew a raspberry on his cheek.

  The baby monitor crackled. Jenn’s wail blared through the speakers, slightly tinny. Eric stopped immediately, looking over.

  On the tiny screen, Jenn squirmed, her cheeks flushed as she cried. Ollie’s playfulness faded. They needed to go to her.

  Eric sighed, burying his face in Ollie’s shoulder. “That didn’t last long.”

  “We’re still knotted together,” Olivier said.

  “So you wanna wait, or you wanna... somehow make your way there?”

  Jenn wailed. Ollie’s instincts rattled. He wasn’t going to leave her crying. She needed them. “We go to her.”

  “Okay.”

  Slowly, they fumbled around, Ollie somehow turning himself around on Eric’s knot. Some grunts and bumps later, they clambered off the bed, Eric grabbing a towel so he could wrap it around their waists. It barely covered Ollie’s cock.

  “We need a bigger towel,” Ollie mumbled, shuffling with Eric out of the room.

  It was awkward, walking with your alpha’s knot inside you. Eric’s feet bumped into his, and when Ollie took too large a step, Eric’s knot tugged, sending a coil of pleasure through his body. Eric growled, slinging his arm around Ollie’s waist.

  “Jenn might freak if she discovers she’s got a four-legged dad,” Eric said.

  Oliv
ier snorted. Then he froze, his heart skipping. “You... really want to be dads with me?”

  Eric hugged him from behind, nuzzling his shoulder. “Yeah.”

  Ollie gulped. Was it too soon, Eric accepting him as Jenn’s dad? Should Olivier even agree?

  They shuffled into the nursery, Jenn quieting when she saw them. She’d sat herself up, her tiny face crumpled.

  “Hey, Jenn,” Eric said. “Sorry. Had to find a way to get Ollie and myself here.”

  Jenn babbled, her frown fading. It looked like all she wanted was for them to come accompany her.

  “Hi, Jenn,” Ollie said. “Your dad and I were, um, a little distracted.”

  Eric snorted.

  Jenn crawled to the rails of her cot. As they shuffled over, Jenn stood herself up, grasping at the railings. Ollie couldn’t help being proud. She’d learned to stand herself.

  “Awwr,” she said, reaching out for them. “Dada.”

  Ollie hesitated. Eric squeezed his hip. “Go on, grab her. It’s not like I can hold her without you bending over.”

  Olivier laughed. So he scooped Jenn up, cradling her close. She squealed and grabbed at his hair; Eric leaned over Ollie’s shoulder, clicking his tongue.

  “No, don’t pull his hair,” Eric said, easing her hands off Ollie’s hair.

  Jenn pouted.

  “It’s fine,” Olivier told him.

  “No,” Eric said firmly. “No one’s gonna pull your hair.”

  But he wrapped his arms around them both, his chest solid against Ollie’s back, his smile obvious in his voice. Jenn grabbed Eric’s face instead. Eric laughed.

  Ollie’s heart pattered. This? This felt like family, Eric smiling over his shoulder, Jenn in Olivier’s arms.

  And it seemed Eric had the same thought, too, when he slipped his palm between Jenn and Olivier, just holding Ollie’s abdomen.

  “You think?” Eric murmured, stroking Olivier’s belly. “How’s this for a family?”

  Ollie stared at Jenn’s green eyes, the little grin on her lips. He thought about the baby growing in his belly, and Eric’s protective embrace.

  It felt like home, like something he wanted to come home to every night. Olivier swallowed, his heart pattering with desire. He would do so much, just for Eric would see him as someone capable.