Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance

by Scott, Michaela

  I look down at my phone, feeling a strange mixture of good and bad for a couple seconds, and then I decide that the best thing for me to do is put Jason and Anna and my crappy job out of my head. In a place like this, it shouldn’t be too hard.

  Since Travis is heading off to the track to practice for the Coconut Classic, I’ll probably just hit the beach, maybe hit the cheesecake bar afterwards, and in a couple hours, I’ll be so tan and full of cheesecake that I won’t even care about Anna and her stupid tabloid blog.

  I look out over the balcony, scanning the beach until I find a nice, quiet spot, change into a bathing suit, and step out of my room, ready to hit the dunes.

  “Holy shit, Laney.”

  Uh oh. I look over at Travis, who’s sitting naked in the bathtub, scrubbing himself with a bar of soap. So much for practice laps.

  “Travis!” My first instinct is to look away, but we both know that his naked body is nothing I haven’t seen before. And after last night, it’s also nothing that I haven’t touched before…

  So I give up on shielding my eyes and look back at Travis, trying as hard as I can to keep my gaze above the water.

  “What? I wanted to take a fucking bath before I went to the track.”

  “But you’re …” I don’t finish my sentence. After all, how can I pretend like this offends me after being such a willing participant in it last night? “Nevermind. You’re fine. Just don’t use up all the soap.”

  Mostly, I want him to stop soaping himself up in front of me, because it’s starting to turn me on. Travis shrugs, sets the soap down on the corner of the tub, and starts rubbing himself down with the suds. Oh God, that’s not better…

  So…uh…what was I doing again? Going down to the beach? It’s not exactly easy to think while I’m looking at Travis’ ripped naked body. Well, whatever it is, I’d better get down there before this gets out of control. Only, my legs don’t seem to want to move.

  Travis looks at my predicament with a mixture of amusement and pure lust. I can tell his cock is getting hard underneath the water, waiting for me to come and join him.

  But didn’t I just promise Tori less than ten minutes ago that I wouldn’t fuck him again? That our little experience on the ship was a onetime thing? That we’d gotten it all out of our system? If I don’t stop staring at Travis, I’m going to be buying her drinks for a month, and she’s never going to let me hear the end of it.

  So it’s settled, then. On three, I tell Travis to have fun at the track and head down to the beach. One…two…

  “Alright, Laney, I’m going to need you to get in the fucking tub.”

  Crap. I mean, I wasn’t exactly being subtle about ogling him. “But…um…” My voice comes out a couple octaves too high, making me sound like a squeaky little squirrel. “Didn’t we say that last night was a onetime thing?”

  Travis shrugs and nods, just like he did this morning when I first brought it up. “Yeah, but that was before you walked out of your room in the tiniest bikini I’ve ever fucking seen and started staring at me. If you’re going to act that dirty around me, then I’m going to have to give you a fucking bath. Simple as that. Now get in the tub.”

  I can practically hear Tori laughing from all the way in LA. I weakly try and take a couple steps back from the tub, but my legs refuse to even do that much. I look down at them, willing them to move, and that’s when I notice that my nipples are poking through my bathing suit like hard little marbles, impossible not to see. I guess there’s no point in denying it, then. My feet start to walk up to the bathtub, almost like they have a mind of their own, but when I get right to the edge, Travis puts his hand on my stomach and stops me.

  “No bathing suits allowed.”

  And with that, he hooks a finger into my bikini bottom, pulling half of it slowly down to my thighs, and then sliding over to the other side to pull down the other half.

  My heart is pounding in my chest as Travis exposes me. I know he saw me naked last night, but still…that was different. That cruise was like a whole other world, and we were pretending to be different people, and we were miles away from shore. Letting Travis undress me here, in our suite, in the middle of the day…that feels very different. As Travis slips my bikini down my legs and reaches up to undo my top, I feel very, very…vulnerable. Exposed. Dirty. And most of all…really, really wet.

  With a couple of skillful moves, my top comes off and falls at the foot of the tub, leaving me totally naked. Then, before I know it, I’m in the bathtub, sitting across from Travis in warm, bellybutton-high water.

  Technically, though, I haven’t lost the bet. Tori didn’t say anything about taking a bath with Travis.

  Travis looks me up and down. “You look so fucking adorable sitting there naked like that,” I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that the compliment makes me blush, “But we both know that you’re never going to get clean all the way over there.”

  Under the bathwater, I feel a hand wrap around my ankle, and next thing I know, there’s a huge splash of water as Travis pulls me to his body. Now, my legs are straddling his abs, and before I can react, Travis leans down in the bathtub so that I’m half sitting on him, one hand holding my thigh, the other one on the small of my back. It’s a very compromising position, and I can’t help but push myself down against Travis’ body, feeling the hardness of his abs rubbing against me.

  “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about,” Travis says, motioning down between my legs, “Look how dirty you are. I think it might take a whole bar of soap to get you clean.”

  A low, soft moan drifts up from my belly as I start to rub myself faster against Travis.

  “But first,” he says, smirking, “I’m going to have to get you wet.”

  I open my mouth to let him know that I’m already plenty wet, but before I can get the words out, Travis’ hand glides up my body, spreading water on all the places that are still dry. Oh. Right. That’s what he meant.

  Taking his time, Travis runs his hands all over my upper body, paying extra special attention to my breasts. Then, when he’s satisfied that there isn’t a dry spot on my body, he reaches over to the bar of soap sitting on the corner of the tub, and I bite my lip in anticipation.

  “I doubt this is going to make you any less dirty,” Travis says, soaping up my hips, my thighs, and my stomach, “In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s only going to make things worse.”

  With one hand, Travis spreads the bar of soap across every inch of my body while his other hand rubs it in, massaging me gently but firmly. Then, when he’s had his fill of soaping up my lower body he moves up to my breasts. My nipples are still hard, swollen, and prominent, and they get even worse when Travis starts to give them some attention with the soap. He grins as he rubs the bar against them, going back and forth across them like they’re the dirtiest part of my body. Then, right when I feel like I’m about to explode, he drops the soap into the tub and finds them with his thumbs, rolling against them with a smooth, firm circular motion.

  “Just like I thought,” he growls, his voice low, “The more I clean you, the dirtier you get. There’s only one way to deal with girls like you.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  Travis rolls my nipples between his fingers. “You have to make them fucking scream.”

  Then, after splashing me with a little bit of water to get some of the soap off, Travis guides me forward, taking my nipple into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. In response, I wrap my legs around his body, squeezing it tight as my hips move up and down to the rhythm of his mouth. My hands run through his wet hair, finding the back of his head and pushing against it, and Travis responds by taking my even deeper into his mouth and circling his tongue harder.

  The way he moves against my nipple lights a fire between my legs, and the longer he goes on, the more sure I am of one thing: I need to feel his mouth between my legs.

  Travis looks a little confused when I pull my breast out of his mouth, but when I start
to climb up his body, his eyes blaze and he looks down between my legs. Putting my hands on the back of the tub for balance, I throw my legs over Travis shoulders, bracing my heels against his back as he buries his face inside me.

  Travis got me so worked up with that little soap act that I’m still having a hard time keeping my hips steady, but Travis is more than happy to let me ride his face like it’s a bucking bronco. And with every movement of my hips, he pushes back, until my eyes roll back in my head and my hands ball up against the marble rim of the bathtub.

  And when he finds my clit, it’s all over. Once he pushes his tongue against it and starts massaging it at double the rhythm of my bucking hips, it’s only a couple seconds before my whole world explodes and I grab the bathtub edge with both hands and scream in ecstasy.

  What happened on the cruise ship could have been a crazy sequence of events, but this? It’s 12:30 in the afternoon, we’re both totally sober, and there’s no one around we’re trying to convince that we’re a real married couple.

  But hey, at least I didn’t fuck him! It’s not exactly in the spirit of the bet, and Tori’s still going to judge me, but at least I won’t be buying her drinks.

  Only…as I slide down Travis’ body, I happen to brush against his cock, huge and hard underneath the bathwater, and the next thing I know, Travis is reaching over the side of the tub and pulling a foil packet out of the pocket of his jeans while I position myself over him. Then, as soon as he manages to sheathe himself, I lower myself onto his massive thickness until I’m so filled up I’m about to burst, and I lose that bet once and for all. Once he’s inside me, it isn’t long before I go over the edge again, and this time, Travis isn’t far behind me, shuddering and grabbing my ass as he finishes off. As he starts to come down, I pull myself off him and slide down into the water beside him.

  “Well, so much for one and done, I guess.”

  Travis laughs. “Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one who walked out of your room wearing this.” He holds up my bikini bottom.

  “At least I was wearing something and not just sitting naked in a bathtub.”

  Travis just laughs, and I smack him on the arm. “Move over, you’re hogging all the space.”

  At first, I think about having a repeat of our morning after talk and making Travis promise that it won’t happen again, but it seems kind of ridiculous to do that in…my current position. So instead, I dump some fancy bath oils in the tub, and Travis and I just sit there talking for a little while. I tell him about Anna’s call, and he just shakes his head. “Everyone I know who’s even a little bit famous hates her guts. Pissing her off will probably help you get a job somewhere else.”

  I kind of already knew that, but it really helps to hear it from him.

  Before I know it, we’ve been in the tub so long that my fingers and toes are starting to get wrinkly, but I don’t really feel like getting out. In fact, being right up against Travis’ naked body is starting to make me feel like I want to go again.

  But before anything can happen, Travis looks at his phone. “Shit, I should probably get down to the track. Max is going to be pissed if I keep him waiting too long.”

  Travis hops out of the bathtub, which suddenly feels huge and empty, and towels himself off, jumping into his clothes.

  “Are you going to look for other celebrities to make it up to Anna.”

  I shake my head. “Nope. I’m just going to go down to the beach and relax.”

  Travis nods. “Fuck yeah. See you tonight.”

  And just like that, he’s out the door, leaving me with a sore feeling between my legs, a burning little ache behind the sore feeling, and a whole lot of questions. I know I’m going to need to get this “fucking Travis” thing out of my system before I leave, but as I drain the tub and get ready to go to the beach, I can’t stop thinking about what just happened.

  I hope the water’s cold out there. Really, really cold.

  Chapter 19: Laney

  Well, that didn’t last long.

  I spent all afternoon telling myself that I wasn’t going to let Travis seduce me again, that I was going to be mature and responsible and put it behind me. I walkback up to our suite totally confident that I’ll be able to resist him……and then the second I walk through the door, he gives me a look and my panties instantly fly off into the corner of the room.

  Now that I know what it’s like to fuck Travis, my ability to resist Travis is actually getting worse. But somewhere around the time when he orders me to turn around and bends me so far over that my hands touc the floor, I decide to just go with it. If the universe wants us to have a honeymoon this badly, then I guess we’ll just have to have a honeymoon.

  “Holy shit, Laney,” Travis says, pressing his hand between my legs to feel how wet I am, “You’re fucking insatiable.”

  What can I say? It’s like I’m finally starting to realize that I’m locked up in a hotel room with the guy I used to imagine in my bedroom at night, and that he wants me as much as I want him. With little to no risk of being discovered, it makes total sense that this would happen, stepbrother or no.

  Travis asks what I want him to do to me, and with a trembling voice, I tell him. The next thing I know, I have who knows how many inches sliding into me, taking me a couple feet from the door. I shudder to think what will happen if we start acting like this at Nina’s house, but that worry gets pushed out of my mind by Travis’ powerful thrusting before I can really hold onto it. I back up onto Travis as much as I can and spread my legs a little wider, inviting him deeper inside me. Like I said: we’re on a honeymoon, so we might as well act like it.

  Travis and I spend the rest of the evening in every position imaginable, and before I know it, the Pacific ocean outside our window starts to turn orange with the setting sun. When I look out the window and see the sunset, I almost laugh. I’ve been here for what feels like forever, even if it’s only been a couple of days, and I’ve been so stressed out that I haven’t even noticed how beautiful it is out here. Well, that’s going to change from here on out. Tomorrow, the honeymoon officially begins.

  ***

  Travis spends the rest of the night helping me burn off all of those cheesecake calories, and then, when it starts to get late, I invite him into my room to share the king-size bed. He happily agrees, and we spend the night cuddled together like we’re still in our tiny cruise ship bed. I sleep like a baby, even though Travis holds onto me all night again, and I wake up ready to live as large as we possibly can. After all, the Coconut Classic is the day after tomorrow, and then we fly back to LA only a few days after that. We were never going to see everything this place has to offer, but now that I’m, well, fucking Travis, I wish we had those first couple of days back.

  The next morning, after we get ourselves showered and dressed, I suggest we check out the fun couple stuff at the hotel, and Travis agrees. So we head down to the lobby, and for the first time all trip, we actually ask for Kayla. When she shows up, smiling like she always is, we ask her what she would do if she was trying to experience the most stuff possible in one day.

  As always, she knows exactly what to say, and writes down a list of her favorite couple’s activities and their locations to hand to us. And it might just be my imagination, but it seems like there’s a little glint in her eye…almost like she knows something’s changed.

  With her advice, we go all over the place. We hit the rooftop tennis court, then catch a scenic helicopter ride around the island, then head back to the lobby for a gourmet sushi tasting. We even go down to the basement to check out the tantric fortune teller, who tells us that she sees a lot of sex in our future.

  After we’re done with the fortune telling, we agree to head back to the room. We haven’t even scratched the surface of the list of fun stuff Kayla handed us, but Travis needs to head down to the arena. His bike just arrived from LA, and the organizers want him to test it to make sure it’s still in good working order.

  “You know, I should probably
come with you this time. If I’m going to be putting this on my resume, I should probably at least show up, you know?”

  Travis laughs. “Probably a good call. Do you want to be my stepsister or my wife?”

  Something about the question makes my stomach flutter. “If they don’t ask, neither. I want them to think you hired me for my exceptional talents. But the organizers know who you are, so we definitely can’t be…you know…

  “Like this?” Travis asks, walking up to me and pressing his body against mine, hand moving up my skirt to cup my ass.

  “Exactly,” I say, my voice all breath, “This would be very, very dangerous.”

  “I’ll do what I can,” Travis shrugs, “But after the last couple days, it’s going to be really fucking hard.”

  I nod. “Okay. Go ahead and get dressed, and I’ll think of ways that I might have actually been helping you.”

  ***

  There’s something terrifying about stepping off the Royal Shores grounds with Travis. Out here, there’s no anti-paparazzi measures, no Kayla following us around making sure we have everything we need. And there’s also no romantic, dream-like feeling in the air. Now that I’m outside Royal Shores, I’m starting to wonder if they pump something through the air conditioning to make the inside smell a little sweeter. Or maybe it’s just all in my head, but still. Out here, on a street corner on the outskirts of Honolulu, feels totally different. It’s like a glass of water to the face, a reminder that yes, the past week did actually happen.

  “Everyone’s staring at us,” I whisper to Travis. I’m standing a nice, normal three feet away from him and not making eye contact so that nobody gets any ideas.

  “You’re just being paranoid. No one cares about us out here.”

  From across the street, two girls yell “We love you Travis!” in our direction and Travis waves at them. I give him a look.

  “Alright, fine, so maybe people do care. But hey, it’s not like we’re wearing rings or anything.”