My Stepbrother's Promise (Contemporary Stepbrother Romance)

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by Anne Burroughs


  “Don’t move.”

  “Ha, I’m posing. I know I’m not supposed to move.”

  He ran the palm of his hand over the top of my head. “Good,” he said, as his hand caressed the back of my head. He brought his hand around and I felt his fingers touch my left ear.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, breathlessly. His fingertips were rough and calloused, but his touch was incredibly erotic. He ran his hand down the front of my face, his fingers lightly touching my eyelids and my nose and then, deliciously, my lips.

  “I need to know every curve, every touch, every angle,” he said. His fingers slid across my lips, and I badly wanted to lick and suck on them, but Phil was so devoted to his sculpture that I knew he would be angry. I had chatted with him during the day, had lunches and dinners with him, but he just didn’t seem interested in my in a sexual way at all. I had considered that the sex would be the opening to a relationship, but I couldn’t even get him to fuck buddy, let alone a relationship.

  Still, I loved the challenge, I knew the traps, and licking his fingers while he was sculpting was clearly a trap. His fingers slid off my chin, and went back to the marble. He chiseled as I shifted a bit. I was wet and naked, but that combination wouldn’t lead to anything. At least not yet.

  Later, Phil’s palms ran across my chest and down the space between my tits. Of course, he was preparing to carve my chest, and this was part of his process, but I had not had sex in months, I badly wanted this genius with his hands, and he was now caressing my tits. My nipples were hard and upright. Even an artist would know what I was feeling.

  I shuddered and gasped a bit when he ran his fingers over the nipple of my left breast. “Sorry, cold hands?” he asked.

  “No, that just feels so good.” I tensed. That was the kind of comment that would piss him off for distracting him. He slid his hand over and caressed my right nipple, pausing to squeeze it.

  “How’s that feel?” I looked up, and the artist look was gone, replaced with desire. There was a visible bulge in his pants.

  “So nice,” I replied. I reached out and ran my hand up and down on his cock through the material of his dusty work khakis. “How does that feel?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he withdrew his hands and unbuttoned the top of his pants and then unzipped them. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock. Stroking it as I looked at his face. His head was tilted back, his mouth dropped open. I shifted myself on the block and licked the tip of his cock. He was thankfully clean so I could do a bit more than just go through the motions.

  I took his cock in my mouth sliding my tongue all around it as I moved my head back and forth. He was on the small side, but that was a turn on in and of itself—I could easily deep throat him. I was stroking my pussy while I sucked him when he started to moan. He pushed my head back with his hand and hot cum shot onto my chin. Another shot hit my lips and then I felt drops fall on my tits.

  I licked the cum off my lips as some fell from my chin onto my chest. Well, he came, so I was curious if he was going to be a dick and just walk away or if he was going to do something about my throbbing pussy. I shivered as both his hands reached down and started caressing my tits.

  “Mmmm,” I said as his fingers caressed my nipples while they were slippery with his cum. I was waiting for his hand to slide down lower when he stood up. He didn’t say anything as he pulled up his underwear and pants. He turned around and walked toward his sculpture while wiping his hands on his pants.

  I considered masturbating to an angry orgasm, but I wasn’t turned on any more with the guy I just let come on my face walking off without saying a fucking thing. If I were honest with myself, I would have also admitted that I was worried that it would piss Phil off.

  I didn’t say a fucking thing the next session.

  The session after that Phil was late. I was sitting, nude, in my pose when Phil walked in and marched over to me. He looked angry, and I tensed. He had never done anything more than make a sarcastic comment to me, but I sensed that he had a restrained temper that would lash out in unpredictable ways.

  I looked up as he reached out, took my face in both of his hands, leaned down, and kissed me hard on the mouth. He pulled away, looked around, and said, “There’s no bed.” The raw passion in his face and how he just took me in his hands made me wet and hot all over. He was kind of a dick, but it just made him that much sexier.

  “You can fuck me right here,” I whispered as I reached out and once again pressed my hand against his hard cock.

  “Stand up,” he said. I did. He stood in front of me, looking down, and ran a finger from my lips, down my chin, to one nipple, and then the other. He grabbed my shoulders with his hands, and then spun me around so that we exchanged places. Sitting down on the wooden block where I posed, he leaned forward. “Turn around and bend over.” I turned around and as I bent over I felt his hands on my hips. I shivered and then felt my knees go week as he kissed my pussy and then ran his tongue up and down my lips.

  His pushed his tongue into my pussy and then slid it down to brush against my clit. His tongue drove me crazier and crazier until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me now.”

  I felt his hands pull on my hips as he stood up. I stood up straight as he hugged me from behind. His hard cock was pressed against the back of my thigh, while his hands came around and caressed my tits. “You have the most gorgeous tits, do you know that?”

  “And you have the most amazing hands.”

  “Turn around and grab the seat.” He moved out of the way, and I stepped over, leaning down to put my hands on the block of wood I posed on. Phil maneuvered behind me and pushed close. I could feel his hand brush against my ass as he placed the head of his cock against my pussy. I pushed back as he pushed forward, and I was in heaven as his cock slid inside me.

  He grabbed my hips again and fucked me. I dropped my hand between my legs and stroked my clit while he thrust into me. His thrusts weren’t that deep, but with my hand helping I came quickly. As I moaned, he kept thrusting until he finally pulled out. I was wondering if something was wrong when I heard him exclaim, “yes!” Cum shot onto my ass. Phil rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass as more cum shot out.

  I felt his cum dripping down to my pussy as he stepped back. I looked over my shoulder, smiling, and Phil looked at me, this incredibly sexy intensity in his eyes, and said, “You are my muse, Jenny.” I took a deep breath.

  I never thought I’d be able to share the raw sexual energy that seemed to burn inside me and the deep adoration and love for art that burned just as bright, but at that moment I thought it was possible.

  Chapter Twenty

  * * *

  Aidan

  Instead of a big family holiday, I went to visit Jenny over Christmas. She was involved in some kind of art thing, and the artist wouldn’t give her time off for the holidays. I thought it was bullshit. Even I got time off for Christmas, and we were looking to win the national championship. Still, she was dedicated to art, and I couldn’t begrudge that. Being alone together would be better anyway. The last thing I needed was Mom and Dad interrupting in the midst of a conversation.

  I had a very clear goal for my trip. I was going to apologize for what happened at the lake house four years earlier. I was going to tell Jenny just how much I loved and missed her, and I was going to ask her if we could put the past aside and look to our future—together. More than anything I wanted to let Jenny know that she was the only person I ever wanted or needed to be with me.

  I knocked on her apartment door, which generated a comment from a girl walking down the sidewalk. “She’s not home.”

  “Do you know where she is or how long she’ll be?”

  She looked me up and down. “Who’s asking?”

  “I’m her brother.”

  The girl's face lit up. “Jenny has a brother?” She looked at me again. “I’m Chloe.” She walked up to me, and I shook her hand.

  “Aidan.”


  “You don’t look at all like Jenny.” Her smile was kind of mischievous.

  “She’s my stepsister.”

  “Ah. Well, if you need a place to stay while visiting, I’m next door.” She winked, and I laughed. I was a swimmer where girls watched me all the time in nothing more than a tight pair of speedos. I was used to those kinds of comments.

  “Thanks, but I’ll just stay with her, I think.”

  “Oooh, kinky.” My face must have looked alarmed, because she quickly added with a smile, “Relax, Oedipus. She’s at the studio, posing for Phillip Waterford.” The way Chloe spoke the name Phillip Waterford made me think that he was some kind of big shot.

  “Thanks, Chloe. Where’s the studio?”

  “It’s that big red building over there. Through the big double doors and then the last door on the right.” I took a step, but she held up her hand. “But you should wait. You’re not allowed to interrupt art sessions. Very bad form. C’mon, you can wait with me.” She took my arm.

  “You’re very kind, but I’m sure she won’t mind my poking my head in.” I slid my arm out.

  “Oh, I’m sure she won’t mind, but Phillip will put your head on a platter.” She looked me up and down for the third time. “Then again, maybe he’ll just yell and scream at you.”

  “I can deal with that.” Chloe shrugged and waved as I walked off to meet Jenny.

  The doors were unlocked, so I just walked right in. The first thing I saw was this frenetic guy with a hammer and chisel working on a statue. I could tell right away it was Jenny, and the likeness was amazing. It was only half done, but from the top of Jenny’s breasts up the likeness was remarkable. As the Phil guy was going chink chink chink with his hammer I took a few steps to the right to see Jenny.

  She was kind of staring off into the distance to the right and didn’t see me. I couldn’t help but stare. She was completely naked, leaning forward. Her tits were on full display between her arms, and I got hard as I imagined the last time I had seen them. God, they were perfect. Her arms were between her legs, but I could see everything.

  I wanted to stare at her forever. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. But getting caught would have been a disaster, so I pulled myself away and quietly stepped back to the door. I then yelled out, “Jenny, you around?”

  The artist spun around, and I swore he was going to throw the chisel at me. “What the fuck are you doing?! This is off fucking limits you idiot.”

  “I’m here to see Jenny.”

  “She’s busy, fuckwit. What part of the sign that said you aren’t allowed in here did you misunderstand. Can you even fucking read?”

  “Jesus, dude. Calm down. I’m her brother. I wanted to surprise her.” I took a few steps forward as Phillip at least quieted down a little bit.

  “Aidan! Hold on, I’ll be there in a second!” There was a pause, and then she yelled out again. “I can’t believe you’re here!” At least she sounded happy.

  Phillip must have realized that he was going to have to interact with me in some form or fashion more than yelling insults, so he walked over. I held out my hand, but he ignored it. “Give her a hug and get the fuck out,” he whispered. “We’ll see you later.”

  Wait, did he say we'll see you later?

  “Aidan!” Jenny ran up. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I threw my arms around her.

  “I missed you so much,” I whispered in her ear as we held our hug. I almost cried in happiness feeling Jenny hold me tight. It was like we never wanted to let go.

  “Jesus, Jenny. He’s your brother.” It was at that exact point that my opinion of Phillip moved from dislike to hatred. I let go and we held each other’s hands. I didn’t know their relationship yet, so I was nice.

  “We haven’t seen each other in months, Phillip.” I looked at him as Jenny let go of my hands and walked over to him.

  She put her arm around his waist, and my knees went weak. “He’s just jealous.”

  Phillip shoved Jenny’s arm aside and looked at her, disdain in his eyes. “What the fuck. He’s your brother, Jenny. Why would I be jealous of him?” I was ready to punch him, but my anger died when I saw Jenny’s response.

  “Sorry, Phil.” Holy shit. Jenny was always the passionate one. I saved her from getting in trouble so many times. She didn’t put up with anything. I remember her getting kicked out of class for correcting the teacher’s grammar, and then getting detention tacked on when she commented, “I don't believe you have an actual English degree.” But she looked positively cowed next to Phil.

  “Phillip,” I said, through clenched teeth. He looked at me and squinted his eyes. “You push her like that again, and I'll break your fingers.”

  His eyes went wide, but before he could say anything Jenny rushed over to me. She looked pissed as she shoved me on the chest toward the door. “This is the last thing I need, two guys I care about trying to see who has the biggest dick.” Okay, that did sound like Jenny. “Aidan, wait at my apartment. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. We can talk while Phillip cleans up the studio.” She pulled her keys out of her pocket and shoved them in my hand.

  I looked back at Phillip, but he was already heading back to his sculpture. I nodded. “See you in a bit.”

  I entered and immediately sat on the sofa in the living area facing the door. I waited.

  About forty-five minutes later Jenny walked in. Her face lit up when she saw me. I stood up and we hugged again. “You look great,” she said, as she sat on an armchair. My heart fell a bit. I had hoped she would sit next to me on the sofa.

  “So. Phil.” I said.

  “Yeah, he’s kind of an acquired taste. Artists and all that.” She shrugged and then added, “He’s a genius.”

  “He’s also a dick.”

  “Aidan…” Jenny lowered her head.

  “Is he your boyfriend?”

  “Aidan, don’t.”

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t be the protective brother or the jealous boyfriend or the concerned friend.” She was twisting her fingers together between her legs, and her head was staring at the floor. She looked like the mirror of her pose back in the studio—sad, uncertain, tense.

  “I’m all of those things, Jenny.” I stood up. “Is he your boyfriend?”

  Jenny looked up at me, her eyes glistening. “Yes, he is. I’ve been seeing him for months. He’s passionate and talented and exciting.”

  “He’s a dick.” I started pacing. “You can do so much better than him, Jenny. He shoved you.” Jenny didn’t say anything. I stopped and stared at her. “Does he hit you? I swear I’ll kill him if he hits you.”

  “No! He doesn’t hit me. He’s just difficult, Aidan. I mean, not everyone is as easy-going as you are.”

  “Well, you deserve easy-going. Not a dick.”

  “Drop it, Aidan.” Her tone had moved from upset to angry.

  “No. I’m not going to drop it. I love you, and I’ve missed you. I want you to have the best of everything. Not this.” I waved my arms around the room.

  “Oh, and I guess you are the best of everything? Is that it?” I didn’t reply, and I guess that was the wrong thing to do. “Oh, great. Did you run out of fuck buddies back in California, so you’ve finally agreed to slum it with me?” She stood up and shoved a finger in my face. “No, wait. I get it. I can’t be your fuck buddy until you get all the little pieces of your life in order, and I guess that means tossing my boyfriend out of the way. Is that it?”

  “No.” I said in a near whisper. I backed up and lowered my head. “This is not going the way I wanted it to.”

  “Oh, this is supposed to go the way you wanted it to? I’m so sorry to mess things up for you.”

  “Please, Jenny. Be quiet.” She stared at me, daggers in her eyes, but she was quiet. “Listen, Jenny. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. We don’t even have the time to list them all, but the biggest was how the day at the lake house ended.” I paused, but Jenny’s face was emotionless. “I
was afraid of what Mom and Dad would say. What my teammates would say. School. Everything.” I was trying to be strong, but I had to wipe tears from my eyes. “I love you Jenny. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Can we just undo the last four years and start over?”

  Her face didn’t change, and then she turned around. She spoke, her back to me. “You are such an asshole, Aidan.” I nodded but she didn’t see it. “I waited and waited, and then you started fucking that Erin. And then when I was ready to give you another shot you stomped on my heart again.”

  “I’m sorry…”

  “NO!” She whirled around, and her cheeks was wet with the tears that were still flowing from her eyes. “You do not get to be sorry. It is too late, Aidan. You broke every promise, and I can’t forget that.” She lowered her head. “I love you, Aidan. I always will, but you need to go find someone else. I can’t have you around me right now. Dammit, I thought I was over you, and now you do this. You are such an asshole.”

  “I’m sorry, Jenny. I never wanted to hurt you.”

  “Well, you seem to have had a particularly good ability to do just that over the past few years.” I put my hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off, and shoved my arm away. “I need you to leave. Go spend Christmas with Mom and Dad.”

  She looked devastated, and I couldn’t refuse. She needed to be alone, and the fact that I both caused her hurt and the only solution was for her to be away from me filled me with an emptiness I didn’t think I could ever recover from.

  I walked to the front door and paused as I put my hand on the doorknob. “I didn’t break every promise,” I said.

  “You broke the important one,” she whispered just loud enough for me to hear it.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  * * *

  Jenny

  Phil’s attention to detail was driving me crazy. He was working on the smallest details of the sculpture, smoothing out one tiny edge here, adding a small detail there. The entire time I remained naked on my seat while he worked. He was long past needing me to model, but he demanded that I continue, telling me that I was his muse, kissing me on the forehead.

 

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