Stepbrother Laid Bare

by Ivy Raine Gellar

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  First Original Edition, June 2015

  Copyright © 2015 by Ivy Raine Gellar

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  Stepbrother Laid Bare

  By

  Ivy Raine Gellar

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locals is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

  Table of Contents

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

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  Chapter One

  I made a mistake a few days ago. I looked passed my diary that was resting in my lap and to the house that was no more than three other houses away from mine. I had decided to go on a date with Jake despite the warnings of all of my friends. In high school he was one of the most popular and sexy guys there were. And since neither of us was in high school anymore and bound for college, I thought that things would be different.

  I was so wrong.

  The night of our date had started off simply enough. He arrived at my house right on time and even got out of his car and knocked on my front door. I was so excited that I rushed out of my house, damn near forgetting to close the front door behind me.

  The plan was to go out to eat and to a movie. But instead of that, I found myself in the back of his car with his dick in my mouth. And Jake had an impressive dick. The shaft was thick and he was so long that I couldn’t deep throat him without gagging.

  My pussy throbbed as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I was even more turned on every time his hands gripped my head, slightly pulling me back, lessening my suction on his dick.

  “Fuck Joy, you suck a mean dick.” He said, letting go of my hair so that I could continue.

  I knew that.

  I had been sucking off my boyfriend’s ever since I was old enough to know what the fuck I was doing. I gripped his balls in my hands and massaged them like they were my favorite play toy. And when I continued my suction, it wasn’t long before he was being rough with my hair again. But I was ready to get this over with. I wanted my turn.

  My pussy was so wet that I couldn’t stop my juices from seeping into my panties. I wanted Jake to eat my pussy so bad that I could already imagine his tongue as it slid up my clit and sucked it into his mouth.

  The thought sent a shiver down my spine spurring me on to suck him harder.

  Before the storm, Jake stiffened and then like a monster was chasing after him, he started to pump his dick in and out of my mouth, gagging me until his seed filled my mouth. When he lessened his grip on my head, freeing me, I tilted my head to the side and let his come slip out of my mouth and onto the carpet of his car. I never swallowed unless I was in a serious relationship with a guy. And this thing with Jake was just a foray into oral with someone new.

  I sat up until I was shoulder to shoulder with him and I started to pull up the bottom of my skirt. Just as I reached for my panties to take them off, Jake finally came out of his bliss and he looked at me, his grabbed his dick in his hand and jerked it back to life. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”

  My panties were halfway down my thighs when I looked at him and smiled. “We don’t need any condoms. I don’t want to fuck you, I just want you to eat my pussy.”

  He didn’t have any idea how bad I wanted this, to feel his breath and tongue on me.

  “I don’t eat pussy Joy. But if you change your mind, we can fuck. I just need another minute.”

  It took me a moment to realize what had just left his mouth. “Excuse me?”

  He looked at me, not saying anything. He just grabbed me by my knees pulling me until my back was against his cool leather seats. He yanked my panties the rest of the way down and positioned his hips between my thighs.

  This is not what I wanted. I was not going to lose my virginity to someone who wasn’t even my boyfriend for a day and who was so damn selfish.

  When his dick bumped up against my pussy, I pushed him away from me with all of my strength and grabbed the door handle. Pushing the door open, I scrambled out of Jake’s car and stood on the outside looking in at him.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I could feel the sting of tears as I looked at him. Disbelieving everything. Wanting to cry more because I knew that my aching body wasn’t going to get release.

  Jake got out of the car, his dick jutting from his body hard and angry and breathtaking.

  My pussy clenched again at the sight and I knew that it would be so easy to just let him fuck me. My brain told me that feeling something deep inside of me would be better than nothing but deep down I knew that it wouldn’t be worth it.

  “What the fuck Joy. I thought you wanted to fuck?”

  Jake grabbed his cock and started to jerk it off.

  “No,” I said. Unable to take my eyes off the site of him. “I wanted you to eat my pussy.”

  I could see the disappointment cloud his features. “I told you in the car that I don’t eat pussy.”

  “Well don’t you think it’s time that you started? I sucked you off, now you should…”

  “What the hell do you think this is? Tit for tat? I didn’t tell you to suck my dick.” He said shoving his cock back into his pants.

  I was speechless. I had never heard of this before in my life. I was used to tit for tat.

  That night with Jake had been one of the most horrible and embarrassing days of my life. After that, we barely said a thing to each other. I just got into his car and put my panties on and let him drive me home.

  Later in the week, people were whispering about how I was a tease. I sucked Jake’s dick but I refused to let him fuck me. It was the truth. I hated that everyone seemed to know but there was nothing that I could do about it.

  ***

  Closing my diary, I snatched my eyes away from Jake’s house and I looked out at my pool as the water softly rippled against the surface.

  That had turned out to be the worst date ever and more than anything I should have listened to my friends. I had no idea why I thought that college life would change someone. But more than anything I’m glad that I didn’t go too far with Jake because I knew that I would have regretted it.

  The sliding doors to my house opened and I looked over the back of my chair to see my mom standing there. She had one of the biggest smiles on her face and I knew that whatever she was about to say would help me get my mind off of Jake for the rest of the day.

  I sat up and swung my legs befo
re me, putting them on the hot concrete.

  “Guess what?” She said.

  I stood up, “What.”

  She brought her hand from behind her back and in it she held a thin black card. “I talked Steven into giving me his credit card. So you know what that means right?”

  Steven was my mom’s very wealthy husband and when it came to her, he gave her whatever she wanted and being her daughter, his generosity tickled down to me.

  I squealed, “Shopping! I only need 15 minutes to get ready.”

  “Okay hurry up. I want to get everything and hide it before he comes home from work.”

  And that was all it took for me to run up the steps like the devil was on my heels.

  Chapter Two

  The bags that I held were starting to cut into my wrist as I wrestled with them to get into the house. We had about another hour before Steven came home, and I knew that I needed to get my stuff put away, but all the feelings in my hands were completely gone. When I reached the kitchen, I dropped my heavy bags to the floor and massaged my wrists wincing as the blood rushed back to my fingers. It felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly with a thousand needles.

  But the pain was worth it as I looked at my bags. I was one of the best dressed people in our small town and people hated me for it.

  Oh well. There was nothing that I could do about it. As I picked up my bags again, something nagged at the back of my brain and when I looked over at the sliding glass doors that lead into our backyard, I remembered. I had left my diary out back in my excitement to go shopping with my mom.

  Dropping my bags back to the floor, I pulled the doors apart and went to the lounge chair that I was sitting in earlier. I expected to see my diary laying there but the chair seat was empty, I heart dropped down to my toes.

  Oh fuck! Who had my diary? I looked to the house at my mom as she looked through her bags.

  No. She would have said something if she touched my diary while I was getting ready to go. And I knew that Steven wasn’t due home yet.

  So that left one person.

  I ran back into the house and up the stairs to my stepbrother’s room.

  Zayn was 3 years older than me and he was already a junior in college. It was summer vacation and he was home albeit reluctantly. When I reached his door, I considered knocking but something inside of me said that that wasn’t the best move, so I grabbed his door knob and twisted bursting into his room without knocking. And sitting right there on his bed was Zayn, he face inside of my opened diary.

  My heart dropped to the floor as I realized that he was reading some of my most intimate thoughts. Things that I wanted to keep private from everyone. Running over to him, I snatched my diary from out of his hands and before I could control myself, my hand flew forward and smashed right against his left cheek.

  “How dare you read my diary?” I spat at him. I was furious and also shocked because I didn’t know how far in my personal diary he read. But it didn’t matter because my last entry was about Jake and the things that we had did. I also had never hit a guy before in my life.

  Zayn stood up from his position on his bed and towered over me, all 6’5 inches. He completely dwarfed me and for the first time since bursting into his room, I was second guessing my actions. Zayn was a big guy, not just in height. He had muscles for days. He was a health fanatic and it showed in his physic. And to top it all off, he was gorgeous. Short blonde hair and hazel eyes, his features were chiseled and he only became more handsome with age. He could have been a model if he really wanted to be one.

  I stepped away from him as he crowded my space, “What kind of creep are you to read my diary?”

  “Creep?” he said, his eyes turning more green than brown. “What kind of slut are you to suck the dick of someone you don’t even know?”

  Oh my god. He read my entry about Jake. I could feel the humiliation as it heated my skin. All of the thoughts that shopping had gotten rid of came rushing back to me as I looked deep into Zayn furious eyes.

  “I’m not a slut.” I said standing my ground and my decision. “I made a mistake when it came to him and I don’t appreciate you throwing that in my face.”

  I wanted to cry. The last thing I wanted was for my brother to think I’m a slut like everyone else in our town.

  College couldn’t come fast enough for me.

  I held my diary close to my chest as I turned on my heels and walked out of Zayn’s room. I went to my own and slammed the door closed behind me.

  Why was all of this happening? One mistake and everything was coming undone.

  I sat on my bed and shoved my diary under my pillow. I needed to think of a way to get all of the attention away from me. I knew that if Zayn deduced that I was a slut from reading my side of things that happened with Jake, I knew that the people Jake talked to would think even worse things. Already in less than two week I had went from being a normal girl to being a tease and a slut.

  I closed my eyes and wished for everything to just go away. Instead what I got was a soft knock on my door.

  “Come in.” I yelled, taking a deep breath.

  When the door opened I never expected for Zayn to be standing there. I needed fortification because I didn’t have any energy left over to argue with him.

  Zayn walked into my room and closed the door behind him. I didn’t say anything. I just wanted him to get all of the negative shit he wanted to say to me off of his chest so that I could finally rest in peace in my own home.

  “I’m sorry.” He said leaning against the door and looking at me.

  That was the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth. To say that I was shocked into silence was an understatement.

  “I shouldn’t have read your diary. It was wrong. But when I saw it laying open outside and I saw Jake’s name, I couldn’t help myself. Then I read about what he did to you and I got jealous. I didn’t mean it when I called you a slut.”

  My mind almost exploded as I finally realized what he had just said. Zayn was jealous of the things that I had done with Jake?

  “I don’t understand, Zayn. Why would you be jealous of Jake?”

  Zayn looked at me as if he didn’t mean to let that slip of his mouth. And his silence was killing me, I needed to know what he meant by the word jealous.

  “Don’t play with me Joy. Why are you acting like you don’t know?”

  I was completely baffled. “I’m not, Zayn. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  Zayn looked as if he wanted to hit something. He paced in my room for a second before he turned to me, “I was jealous because I like you Joy, I like you more than I should and not like a little sister.”

  “You like me in that way?”

  Zayn didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no either.

  “But you’re my brother.”

  “Not by blood,” he said walking to me and taking my hands into his.

  “But that is all that I have ever seen you as.” I yanked my hands out of his becoming more hysterical as all of this really, really sunk in. “Your my brother and the things you feel for me are wrong, Zayn.”

  He jerked away from me as if I had smacked him in the face again. “Don’t say that, Joy.”

  “It’s the truth, Zayn. Your feelings for me are misplaced, they are wrong.”

  I watched as Zayn looked at me again, this time steady and without emotion. Then he turned his back to me, and walked out of my room slamming the door behind him.

  Chapter Three

  It’s been three weeks since Zayn told me that he was jealous of the things that I did with Jake. And to be honest, I have been thinking a lot about his admission. Zayn was by brother and like he said, we were not related by blood but we were through marriage.

  And also in the last three weeks, Zayn had changed. He was no longer the brother that used to joke around with me. He was no longer the brother that I could go to when his father and I got into arguments. I also noticed that he doesn’t spend as much time at home a
s he used to.

  Some nights as I laid awake in my bed, I would hear him coming in at all kinds of hours in the night.

  But it’s also not as if I was lying awake listening for him, I wasn’t. It’s just that he was so loud, almost as if he wanted to wake up the entire house.

  His laugh raucous and the fact that he seemed fond of knocking over all of the furniture.

  Zayn was also avoiding me. In the three weeks, I have probably seen him a handful of times and mostly always in the middle of the night as I peeked out of my bedroom door and watched him enter his.

  It was never like this in the beginning between us. But now I can’t help wonder if the hole that has opened up between us is because of me. My rejection of Zayn and his feelings.