TEASE_A Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. I was going overboard thinking about Jenn. It was one thing thinking about her legs that stretched for miles, but now I was thinking of her boobs and how to get my hands on them, something big brothers shouldn’t think of. I needed to quit before I tried to make my thoughts a reality. I sighed and got into the hot shower, thinking that the hot shower was not going to do me and my raging hard on any good, so I turned nozzle to cold - that was what I needed to wash Jenn and all thoughts of her boobs and legs from my mind.

  JENN

  The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door. It was Tyler. “Hey, did I wake you?” He opened the door and walked into my room, the same way he had always walked in back in the day. Except there was only one problem: I was barely clothed.

  “What do you think?” I said, yawning and doing my best not to stretch so I didn’t expose the fact that I had been so hot and bothered about Tyler that I had slept naked, shamefully touching myself for relief throughout the night.

  “Well, sorry, just wanted to get the day started,” he said.

  “I see,” I grumbled, still a little sore from waking up that early.

  “Looks like someone didn’t have a good night.”

  “You don’t know the half of it,” I said. Of course I didn’t have a good night. Who would have a good night when they were turned on, had no relief, and the object of her affection was just one door away? Any reasonable person would have gone searching for that boy. But not me. I wasn’t going to throw myself at someone who didn’t see the woman in me.

  “What happened?” he asked, looking at me seriously.

  “Nothing. I was only playing. I had a good, satisfying night,” I said. Part of it was true. I had fingered myself until I came. That part had been satisfying. The part that I had to do it myself was not satisfying, but you can’t have it all.

  “Satisfying?” he said to me. Without waiting for an answer, he continued talking. “Want to go out with me?”

  “Where are we going?”

  “I don’t know, but we can’t stay home forever.”

  “But I like being at home,” I said, even though I was already thinking of what I’d wear to wherever he wanted to take me. I had some new tights I bought recently and worn under my sweater dresses that would probably work.

  “We are going to the gym,” he said, dragging me up from my bed where I had tried to settle, covering myself with the comforter to save whatever I could of my dignity.

  As he pulled me up, my robe fell open, and I lay bared for his eyes. I expected him to apologize and run out of my room, but instead, his eyes were glued on my boobs, which were bare. I could feel my nipples hardening under his stare. Thank goodness I had slept in panties. I watched him admiring me. Ordinarily, I would have closed my robe and kicked him out of my room, but I wanted him to keep looking at me. It made me feel like a woman seeing how his eyes ogled me.

  For a time that seemed like eternity but was probably just a few seconds, he simply stared at me. I broke the silence by clearing my throat, something I had done automatically and then chided myself for afterwards for ending the perfect silence. I was a fool! I should have let him enjoy my body, pulled him towards me, and maybe kissed him, but instead I had turned a perfect moment into an awkward minute.

  “So sorry, Jenn,” he stammered as he struggled to take his eyes off my body, but he couldn’t look me straight in the face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was blushing.

  “It’s okay. I should wear clothes to sleep.”

  “No, you shouldn’t,” he said.

  “I shouldn’t?”

  “No, that’s not want I mean. I mean you can do whatever you want when you sleep.”

  “So if I chose to sleep naked?” I teased, knowing he was uncomfortable. I could see him struggling to find an appropriate response. He shifted around on his feet. I looked down at his pants, and what I saw made me look at him intensely for a few seconds. He had a raging hard on and was doing his best to control it.

  “I have to go,” he said. “Forget the gym. Maybe another time?”

  “No,” I said. “We should still go to the gym. I haven’t worked out all summer, and unless I want to have flabby buttocks, I should really go exercise.”

  “Hardly,” he said, laughing, which lightened the moment.

  “Hardly what?” I said, not understanding.

  “Hardly would you get a flabby butt,” he said. “You know you’re perfect.”

  I smiled at him, unsure what to say. His compliment about me being perfect was probably nothing. It probably didn’t mean much more that what he said on the surface. “Thanks.”

  “I’ll see you downstairs in five?” he said.

  “Yes,” I replied as he left my room and shut the door after him.

  When he left, I sat on the bed and took some deep breaths. The situation was getting crazier and crazier. How the heck did we go from two siblings eating breakfast together yesterday morning to two people in an awkward, sensual moment? I got up and started to get dressed. Even if Tyler had never seen me as a woman, the recent flash of my perfect boobs should be enough to make him think about me how I’ve always wanted him to. It was time to turn things up so he never forgot what he had just seen.

  I smiled as I pulled out my drawer where I had put my sportswear. After searching through a ton of stuff, I found an outfit that I knew would throw him for a loop. If he didn’t think much of me before, this outfit would help solidify things and make him see me as the sexy woman I knew I was.

  TYLER

  I almost ran out of her room! What the heck just happened? I had dreamed of what her naked breasts would look like, and now I had seen them. It was one thing to see her tits in a bra and fantasize what to do with them, but I had seen her bare naked, her large, pink nipples welcoming my mouth. She was perfect. I had always known that, and what I saw today verified it. It had taken all my self-restraint to keep my hands and lips to myself.

  As I tied my shoes, ready to hit the gym with her, I knew my nights would never be the same again. She had just confessed that she didn’t sleep with clothes on. She’d had on panties, soft, lacy, white, cotton panties. Nothing unexpected for a virgin like her, but I had also seen the mound of her pussy under those panties, and if I was right, I think I might have seen some soft brown hair escaping the sides of the panties. I had taken her for someone who was always shaved, now I think about it, but it looked like she left a little hair there. Maybe she’d let me shave her? But I knew the chances of that happening were the same as me winning a lottery I hadn’t played. I was never going to get that close to her, and this error was probably as best as it would ever get for me. I sighed again. Today was the beginning of sleepless nights. I mean, who in their right minds could sleep knowing that the girl they desired most was naked just a few doors away? I couldn’t, and I didn’t know any hot-blooded man that could. This was going to be a nightmare.

  “Ready?”

  I turned around. My jaw dropped, her outfit surprising me. If those girls that came to the gym who had men ogling them thought they had something, this girl would show them they had nothing on her. She was dressed in shorts so short I swear they couldn’t be hers. And her top was barely a bra top. Yes, she managed to look like she was about to strip, but gosh, she was hot, and I wasn’t taking her to the gym to show that body off. Too bad people knew her as my stepsister and I couldn’t flaunt her as my girlfriend.

  “Yes, I’m ready,” I said, hoping when I looked up at her face, she would keep her eyes on my face and not on my groin area, which had grown embarrassingly hard.

  JENN

  I woke up the next morning almost expecting Tyler to come through the door, but nothing happened. Instead, I heard a lot of noise downstairs. I ran downstairs to see what the commotion was.

  “Oh hi, sis,” Tyler said.

  “Hi,” I said to him, but my eyes were focused on the girl next to him.

  “Hi,” the girl
said to me.

  I almost ignored her but that would be so rude and out of character for me. Why the heck was Tyler arm-in-arm with a girl that looked like she’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine?

  “Jenn, this is Stacey.”

  “From the gym,” I said as it dawned on me that I had met the girl before.

  “Yes, from the gym,” Tyler said.

  “Wow, you move really fast,” I said to no one in particular as I turned around, then thinking it was probably odd, I turned to the girl. “That was meant for my brother. Not you.”

  The girl looked at me, unsure what to say, but I put on my fake smile. She returned the smile. “Yeah, he’s a smooth talker, your brother is.”

  Tyler looked puzzled, and I knew he was wondering why I was being so mean. I didn’t feel like explaining to him that the sight of him entangled with another girl was heart wrenching. I had imagined that the sight of my boobs and me in the gym outfit would have proved to him that I was the woman he wanted in his life. But instead, he had gone after another girl.

  “Have fun,” I told them.

  “Come join us,” Tyler said. “I was just about to start a movie.”

  “I can’t. I have a date with Josh.”

  “Josh?” Tyler asked.

  “Yes, Josh.”

  “Oh, well, enjoy,” he said.

  “I will,” I said as I marched out of the room. There was no Josh and there was no date, but there was no way in the world I was going to humiliate myself by sitting in the same room with him and that whore he’d picked up from the gym. Just looking at her, I could tell she had probably already given him her pussy. I was disgusted with him, and if there was one thing I needed to do at that moment, it was to get as far away as I could from him.

  “Let me know when you’re leaving,” he called after me, but I ignored him, running up the stairs, trying to fight the tears that had suddenly started pouring down my face. It was one thing shoving an imaginary boyfriend in the face of a boy you like, but it was even worse for the boy to say it was okay for you to go on the date. That meant he didn’t care one bit about who I saw and what I did, an attestation that he didn’t think anything more about me than the fact that I was his sister. Even if he ever got to know Josh, he’d probably want to know him just for the sake of acting like a big brother, not that he cared that some other man might touch me. In fact, if I had sex with Josh in front of him, he’d not mind at all.

  I ran to my room and locked my door. The whole winter break, which had started out so well, was gradually snowballing into one huge disaster. I had laid myself bare to Tyler and lost control of my emotions, exposing my vulnerability to what he thought and what he did. I was setting myself up for disaster.

  After I laid on my bed for some time, I decided to dry my tears and leave the house. After all, my pretend date with Josh was not going to happen if I stayed in my room. I needed to get out and to meet a Josh. I searched my closet, carefully picking a red sweater that fell just beneath my buttocks and a pair of thick, gray tights. The sweater fit me like a glove. At least if I was going to go out, I wanted to go out with a bang!

  I needed Tyler to see what I was offering “Josh” and what he, Tyler, was missing by hanging out with that whore instead of me. I pulled on my tall boots, the ones that went over my knees. They had been a gift from Lauren, who had whispered in my ear when I had opened the gift: “This will drive men crazy. Makes you look like a little whore, but trust me, it gets the job done.”

  I smiled as I wiped away my tears. Lauren was crazy and nothing like a mom; if anything, she felt like a sister, someone I could talk to about anything and everything. She and Dad had left early for work, but I wished I could talk to her about Tyler and me. However, that would hardly be appropriate and would get us in trouble.

  After I pulled the boots on, I stood in front of my mirror. My reflection put a smile on my face. Yes, there was no Josh, and yes, I had no date. I was simply going to spend all day at the mall or the movies, but Tyler wouldn’t know that. I wanted him to see me dressed so nice and realize he couldn’t come with me. I wanted to make him insanely jealous and then ignore him.

  TYLER

  I hadn’t really wanted Jenn to see me with Stacey. Not that I cared, but it seemed wrong and I really couldn’t figure out why. I wasn’t dating Jenn or anything, and I had been allowed to have girls over at the house since I was eighteen. Stacey was not the first girl Jenn had seen me with, but for some reason she had overreacted with Stacey.

  At first, when she’d said Josh, I thought she was pulling my legs, but as I remembered our conversations, Josh was a guy who had asked her out last summer. She had joked that it would take a million dollars for her to go on a date with him because he wasn’t her type. I had laughed with her until I met Josh and saw all his muscles. I thought Jenn was crazy for not wanting to hang out with Josh. The guy looked like he hung out in the gym all day. He had a chain of cars most girls would die to ride in, and he was well-travelled. He looked like the type of guy that could make any girl happy, any girl except my sister. So I hadn’t believed her when she had mentioned breakfast with Josh. However, when she walked down the stairs dressed like she was going to a VIP event, I believed she had somewhere important to go to.

  I heard her call out that she was leaving, and I excused myself from Stacey’s arms to say bye to her. After all, I had asked her to let me know when she was leaving. I fully expected her to be wearing a pair of jeans and a plain sweater, but her outfit took me by surprise.

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Okay what?”

  “You’re going dressed like that?”

  “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

  “Nothing, just that Josh might get ideas.” I don’t know why I said that, but once the words left my mouth, I knew that’s what she had wanted to hear.

  “Oh good. So I look seductive?”

  I looked at her, trying to find the best way to express my mind. “Yes, you do.”

  “Great. Thanks, bro. You better go before your date thinks I stole you.”

  I could hear the sarcasm in her voice; she didn’t think much of my date. “She’s not my date.”

  “Oh, yeah? That’s not what it looks like. Looks like you guys are already more than a date. Wouldn’t be surprised if you proposed to her.”

  “Shh…she’ll hear you,” I said.

  “Well, this is also my house. If she doesn’t like my words, she can leave. If you don’t like it, you can take her to a motel or up to your room, which I’m sure she’s already visited.”

  I looked at Jenn, and in that moment, I noticed something I hadn’t before. She was mad at me, but in particular, she was mad at me for having Stacey around. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d have thought she was jealous. I didn’t understand why that would bother her so much.

  “Fine, I get it. She got on your nerves,” I said. “Have a good date.” I watched her look behind me as if Stacey was standing behind. She wasn’t, but Jenn could still see Stacey in the living room.

  “Looks like she’s ready for you, brother,” she said, smiling at me, one of those fake smiles I had gotten to know.

  I shook my head as I watched her leave the house, her perfect butt shaped by the sweater dress, her small hips swinging side to side, and those legs, those legs that stretched for miles, walking out for a date with another boy.

  JENN

  I woke up the next morning in a better mood, not only because I knew I had made Tyler jealous the day before, but because I had a date with someone I had met at the movie theater. And no, his name wasn’t Josh! How I wish as I would have rubbed that in Tyler’s face. I went downstairs ready to make some breakfast for the family, but Tyler was already sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. I wanted to ignore him initially, but I needed to be the bigger person and brush everything under the carpet.

  “Hey Tyler. Where’s Stacey?”

  “Who?”

  “Oh, don’t tell me yo
u’ve already forgotten her. That was quick.”

  “Oh, Stacey from yesterday?”

  “Yes, that Stacey.”

  “She doesn’t live here. Why should she be here?”

  “Dunno. You have a knack for getting women to love hanging around you, so what can I say?” I smiled at him and walked to the fridge to grab the gallon of milk. I could feel his eyes digging into my back as I stood there in my sleeping shorts, which I knew were way too short to be decent. I was in a naughty mood and wanted to make him see what I could give him if he wasn’t busy chasing after every other thing in a skirt.

  “What are you saying?” He was right behind me.

  I turned around in surprise, nearly dropping the milk. I had been so engrossed thinking about how to make him mad I hadn’t heard him walk across the kitchen.

  “Did I startle you?”

  “What the heck? Don’t do that again,” I said, trying to move aside and away from him; he was still standing right in my face.

  “Do what? Startle you or come up behind you?” He was grinning.

  “You know what I mean,” I said, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and sitting at the table next to him. I was more upset about the fact that him standing so close to me was arousing.

  He sat with me, and for a few seconds, no one talked. When the silence became a little uncomfortable, I tried to change the atmosphere.

  “So what are you doing today?” I asked. I was hoping I could use my question to slide in the fact that I had a date with Kevin.

  “Oh, nothing much. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies later in the afternoon,” he said.