Dirty Stepbrother

by Alycia Taylor

She was trying to look mad as she pushed past me and stood in front of the toilet but I could see traces of a smile. She kept standing there looking at me. I knew she was waiting for me to leave, but I wasn’t finished messing with her.

  “What?” I asked her with a grin.

  “Get out!” Messing with her made me feel better. For those few minutes, I’d forgotten how stressed out I was about the show. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, the nerves attacked me again. It was times like this that I regretted my sobriety. Smoking a fat blunt right then would have taken the edge off.

  “Okay, I’m finished,” she said as she came out. “You look really nice.”

  “Thanks that was fast. Did you wash your hands?”

  “Shut the fuck up!” she said. She was picking up my potty mouth.

  Grinning at her I said, “I’m done in there. I’m going to take off.”

  “You can wait and ride in the car with me so you don’t have to go out on that death machine.”

  I laughed, “I’ll be fine,” I told her. “I need some fresh air.”

  “Okay, good luck,” she told me with a smile.

  “Oh shit!”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Nothing, I just forgot something.” I found my duffel bag and rifled through it until I found the cross I wear on a chain around my neck. I’m not a religious guy so a lot of people find it strange. I don’t give a shit what they think. When I was a kid and I was about to go out on stage for the very first time, my nerves felt raw like they were right then. I told my producer that I couldn’t do it…I felt sick. While I was talking to him, a lady that was backstage came up to me and held out the cross.

  “I’d be honored if you would wear my cross onstage today. It will bring you good luck.”

  I took it; touching it made me feel better for some reason. When I came off stage I tried to give it back to her. She told me it had my energy in it now so I would need to keep it. After that, every time I had to go onstage, I wore it. I convinced myself that my success was wrapped up in a stupid necklace. It had accidentally become my trademark back when the boy band was together, and even all those years later, I felt like I needed it before I could go out on stage. I knew it was all in my head, but whatever worked. I slipped it on over my head and waited. So far, it was doing nothing at all for my nerves.

  “Your cross!” Elly said. “When I was a kid, I used to think of you every time I saw one.”

  I laughed and said, “Imagine a guy like me being associated with anything holy.” She laughed too. “It looks good with this shirt don’t you think?”

  “Yeah, it does,” she said. I could tell that she knew it meant more than that, but she either respected my privacy enough not to ask, or she knew I’d snap her head off. Either way, I appreciated it.

  “Okay, see you later,” I told her.

  “Good luck,” she told me again. On my way out the door, I saw the little pink seashell that Elly found on the beach the night before. I looked over my shoulder to make sure she wasn’t behind me and then I slipped it into my pocket. A little extra luck couldn’t hurt.

  Two hours later, I walked out on stage as my name was called and took my seat. It was the final show, so they were dragging it out for two whole hours. I knew our drama queen MC would take it all the way to the end. I wondered if I could get away with punching him in the mouth if I didn’t win.

  I looked over at Ethan. He looked as nervous as I felt. I briefly wondered what he had at stake here, but then I realized that I honestly didn’t give a shit. He was nineteen years old. He’d have a lot of other opportunities. I was getting towards the older end of the spectrum; I needed it. We had to sing our song again, the one we’d sang the night before. Ethan went first and I found myself wishing the voting was happening right then. His voice was cracking and quivering all over the place.

  When he finished and took his seat, I got behind the mic. I looked out at the audience and saw Elly, with that encouraging, “You got this” smile on her face. Knowing she was here made me feel a little better. I reached inside my shirt and touched the cross. It didn’t help at all; I guess its magic was gone.

  I finally just told myself, “Fuck it, the voting’s over anyways,” and I cued the band. I rocked out to Dream On like no one was watching. I was feeling great and smiling when I went back to take my seat; that lasted about ten seconds and then the doubts started to force their way back in. I was twenty-eight years old and I didn’t have shit. Not even an apartment. Why should I believe that this would be any different?

  They had two guest stars on who sang, but I swear I didn’t hear any of it. I knew I needed to get out of my head and just see what happened. Stressing and obsessing wasn’t going to help. All it was doing was making me feel like I wanted to puke. I wanted to vomit right there on stage in front of millions of people…maybe on Ethan. Fuck…hurry up! If I was going to lose, I wanted them to just get it the fuck over with.

  Finally, after what seemed like days instead of a couple of hours, the little shit MC called us to center stage. The large screen behind us was playing clips from both of our performances. There were a couple when I was so high I could barely remember them. I realized while I listened to it that although I’d thought I was the shit, I’d really sounded like shit. There was another point in sobriety’s favor.

  “Tristan…..” The MC said my name, they lowered the lights, the dramatic music was playing and I was holding my fucking breath to the point I could have passed the fuck out.

  “Tristan…” he said again. That was it; if he said it one more time I was going to punch him the fuck out. My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt.

  “Congratulations! You’re this season’s Fresh Voice!”

  I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that Ethan was literally hugging me before I processed what he said.

  “Congratulations, man,” Ethan said.

  It finally hit me…I won. I had a fucking million dollars and a recording contract. I’ll be damned. I actually hugged Ethan back. I wasn’t in the habit of hugging guys, but he’d been through the same shit as me and he deserved it.

  “Thanks, man.” There was confetti falling all over the theater and balloons. It looked like a parade. Everyone was on their feet, but suddenly it was like the rest of them disappeared and all I saw was Elly.

  I think the MC was still talking to me when I ran off the stage. It was all a blur, but all of a sudden, I had to kiss her. She looked shocked when I grabbed her and pulled her nearly up off her feet. I crushed my lips down on her sweet ones and, in front of eight million people, I kiss my girl.

  Chapter Twelve

  Elly

  Tristan won! Everything from the moment I met him in that bar had been worth it. I was so happy for him. I was on my feet clapping and I could see exactly when it dawned on him that he had won. It was a beautiful sight. Then all of a sudden he ran off the stage. I realized he was coming towards me. He picked me up off my feet and kissed me; it was like the people and the cameras and all of the noise fell away. Tristan and I were alone together in a vacuum, sharing a passionate kiss that was only for us.

  He went back up afterwards and did what he needed to do. There were cameras still rolling and people that wanted an interview. The producers wanted his signature on paperwork so they could get the ball rolling on his money; it was after eleven before we got out of there. He insisted that we leave my car and take his bike. He drove us back down to Venice Beach, only this time we went into the clubs and bars along Abbot Kinney Boulevard. Everywhere we went people were slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Girls wanted his autograph and guys wanted to buy him a drink. I was really proud of him …it had to be hard to be in the middle of that atmosphere and celebrating something wonderful yet still turning down a drink. I couldn’t wait to tell his therapist—the guy would be so proud.

  I realized along the way that this may well be the first time that Tristan was just plain high on life. He was laughing and
joking and talking to people that he usually would have told to fuck off. It was fun to watch, and to be a part of. He insisted we go into every club and he made me dance with him in each one. We even went into the gay bar that Venice was famous for. I stuck out like a sore thumb, but let me tell you…there were some happy men there that night.

  After we left the gay bar, we went back out on the beach. It was warm and the moon was bright. We walked along for a while and Tristan said, “Ever had sex on the beach?”

  I laughed, “No, it might be a little…sandy, don’t you think?”

  “We could do it against a tree, standing up. Look there’s a big one over there.”

  Still laughing I said, “Whose ass would be the one against the tree, you think?”

  He reached around me with both hands and pulled me into him as he squeezed my ass cheeks. I could keep my hands between your ass and the tree….” He didn’t let me respond before he started kissing me. I was weak…I was ready to give in.

  “What if someone comes out here?”

  “It’s almost two in the morning. No one’s going to see us. If they do, lucky them,” he said. You had to give him credit for that self-confidence.

  I didn’t say yes, but I wanted to kiss him again so I got up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He took that as consent and led me over to the tree. He pinned me up against it and suddenly my pussy was tingling like crazy. I was beginning to wonder if I was a closet exhibitionist. Tristan had a way of getting me to have sex in the strangest places, and the thought that we might get caught seemed to excite me that much more.

  The tree bark dug into my back through my blouse, but not so much that I couldn’t take it. He was still kissing me as he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. He let them drop to his knees. I was wearing a dress, so instead of taking it off of me, he just pulled it up around my waist and pulled down my panties. I arched my back and pushed my hips forward to make it easier on him. He left them around my ankles and I stepped out of them.

  I kissed him again while I moved my back around, trying to get it comfortable against the tree. Finally, I lifted one leg and curled it around his waist. He did as promised and cupped my ass in both hands. He lifted up and I was able to wrap the other leg around him. He worked his hard cock into me then with little twists and thrusts. Once he was filling me up, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. I was no longer worried that we’d get caught. All I could think about was what we were doing and how good it felt.

  He was moving his hips and using his hands to press me into him. My shoulders were the only thing still pressed against the tree as we fell into a rhythm with the crashing of the waves against the rocks as background music. Tristan leaned his head down and started sucking and biting on my neck. I still had the hickey from the dressing room, but that was fine too. He pushed me up a little higher and used his teeth to move the top of my dress down so one cup of my bra and the top part of my breast was exposed. He kissed across the swell of it and then wiggled his tongue down inside the cup to make contact with my nipple. When he did, fireworks exploded in my head.

  He flicked around on first one nipple and then the other before working back up to my lips. I put my tongue in his mouth and he sucked on it. That turned me on and he knew it. We were both moving and thrusting against each other now. I was using his shoulders for leverage as he gripped my ass and pushed and pulled against it.

  I was moaning and whimpering…I could feel myself already ready to cum. Tristan could feel it, too, and he pushed us up against the tree with his hands still on my ass and tried to pound me. It wasn’t working though, so he let me drop down to my feet. Then he turned me around so that my hands were against the tree and he entered me from behind. I gripped onto the tree for dear life as he pounded me and reached up to grab and squeeze one of my tits as he did. It wasn’t long before we both came; now when someone asks if I’ve ever had sex on the beach and I say yes, I won’t be talking about the drink.

  When we finally made it home, it was after three a.m. We were giddy still and loud. Susie was asleep, I assumed, but although I normally tried to be quiet and not wake her, that night we just didn’t care. I was still horny too and I was hoping that he was as well.

  “I won a million dollars,” Tristan said when we got inside, almost as if he’d just realized it.

  I smiled, “Yes, you did!”

  “I want to fuck you in your bed,” he said. Bingo!

  “Okay,” I told him with another smile.

  He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him. Then he looked down at my face and said, “Did you just say okay because I’m a fucking millionaire?”

  “Pretty much, yeah,” I told him with a giggle.

  He picked me up and carried me into the room, tossing me down on the bed. Then he started taking off his pants as he said, “I don’t know who I’m kidding. I don’t give a fuck why you said yes. The end justifies the means and I’m getting me a scorching hot piece of ass for the second time tonight!”

  I sat up and helped him get his pants and boxers off; as soon as they slid down, his cock happily sprang free. I leaned forward before he even had them off his ankles and licked it from base to tip.

  I felt him shiver as I gripped the base of it and began slowly engulfing it, taking it in an inch at a time until it bumped into the back of my throat. I had my mouth open as wide as it would go and I stared bobbing my head so it would slide all the way in and then back up to the tip. I flicked my tongue around it as it moved in and out.

  The whole time I looked up at him and he watched me. It was erotic to see the lust on his face. I played with it like that for a while before I really started sucking it. I would take it to the back of my throat and then suck hard until I needed air and then I’d let it slide back out. I reached out and put a hand on his balls and massaged them gently while I was blowing his cock. He was moaning and moving his hips back and forth. He had his hands in my hair…I loved it when he tugged on my hair and used it to guide me back and forth…up and down.

  After about five minutes, I could feel his balls grow and harden and his erection begin to swell and lengthen. He pulled back, not ready to cum yet. He leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I melted into him and returned the kiss with passion. We were feeding off of each other’s excitement. He sat down on the bed then and I stood up in front of him and pulled off my dress. He reached up and unhooked my bra and then grabbed my tits in his hands as they bounced free. He ran his thumbs across my hard nipples making me moan and shiver and then he took one in his mouth; while he licked and sucked and softly bit on it, he dropped a hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy through the soft fabric of my panties. They were already wet, but the feel of his warm fingers soaked them.

  He stripped them down to my knees and by the time I got them the rest of the way off, I could feel the flick of his tongue against my clit that was so big and hard already I cried out, loudly. I didn’t care that Susie was in the next room. I didn’t care if the neighbors heard us. Nothing felt better than Tristan’s tongue on my clit and I was going to enjoy it. I ran my fingers through his hair as he ran his tongue along the length of my pussy. He made me groan loudly again when I felt him slip first one and then two fingers into my pussy. He slid one hand up and grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling me tighter against his face while he licked and stroked and finger-fucked me all at the same time. It was almost overwhelming to my senses.

  “Oh fuck, Tristan, oh god! Yeah baby, that’s it, right there!”

  He was fucking me with his tongue now and rubbing my hard nub with one of his fingers. He switched hands, so the one that was wet with my pussy juices was on my ass and while he ate me out he began probing my asshole with his fingers. I was wiggling and bucking my hips towards his face. Moans and cries of pleasure that I didn’t even know I had in me were escaping from my lips. I felt myself shaking all over and I knew I wasn’t going to make it much longer before I came.

  He reached over and took my
hand and brought it down between my legs. He guided my fingers to my clit and while I fingered myself he continued to lick and slurp with his tongue. It was true ecstasy and after five or maybe ten minutes of that, I was screaming out in a loud, wild orgasm that rocked my entire body to its core. He kept his tongue pressed tight against my clit until the force of the orgasm had passed and I stopped shaking. Then he pulled me down into his lap.

  He kissed me, shoving his tongue coated with my juices into my mouth, exploring it while his hands groped my tits and ass simultaneously. I could feel his rock hard cock resting between my ass cheeks and I wanted it so fucking bad. I was moaning against his mouth as he pinched and rolled my nipples. He lifted me up and twisted me around so my wet pussy was rubbing along the shaft of his cock. He slid me back and forth along it until he was as soaked with my juices as I was.

  On the third or fourth pass, he tried to catch the tip of it in my slit so he could slide it in. “No baby,” I whispered in his ear. He looked up at me like I’d lost my mind. I smiled and said, “I want you to fuck me doggy style.” He grinned and kind of growled his agreement before almost roughly lifting me off of him and onto my stomach on the bed. I lifted myself up with my arms and pushed my ass back into him.

  He knelt behind me and slid one of his fingers into me all the way to the knuckle. I moaned as he moved it around and played with my G-spot. Just about the time I thought I would cum again, he pulled it out and pressed his cock up against my entrance. He pushed gently at first and as he slid into me I could feel my pussy clinging to his cock like it was a second skin. When he was all the way in I could feel my pussy muscles quivering and I moaned loudly again. As an apartment dweller with a roommate, I was usually more inhibited, but in the moment, I clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thought.

  “You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he whispered in a raspy voice. He started moving in and out of me then in a quick rhythm as I moved back against him. His groin was making slapping noises up against my ass as he plunged in deeper and harder. He had a hold of my hips and each time he stroked forward, he would pull me back onto him.