Monster Stepbrother

by Harlow Grace

  I rang the doorbell, my heartbeat quickening as I waited for someone to answer. I shuffled from one foot to the other for a full three minutes before pushing the button again. The chime of the doorbell echoed through the house, but I couldn’t hear any footsteps.

  Fuck. That’s what happens when you decide to surprise someone. I’d have to get my own key so that I wouldn’t be left standing at the front door again. The bunch of flowers in my arm withered in the heat, and I was in need of a long cool drink.

  I decided to go around to the pool where I planned to spend most of my time anyway. Alec kept a well stocked bar on the patio and there was certain to be a beer with my name on it in the bar fridge. Images of the frosty beverage sliding down my throat made me smile and walk just a little faster in spite of the heat draining me. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all that nobody was home. I could settle in and just chill out for a while before being bombarded with Mom’s thousand and one questions. Or having to face the stepfamily.

  I’d have a swim and relax for a bit, enjoying the scenery and listening to music on my iPod while waiting for Mom to return. I strolled toward the deck and placed my shit on a chair. The flowers appeared to be beyond saving, but I found a pitcher and placed them in water anyway.

  Grinning, I opened the fridge and found a bottle of imported beer. I gulped it down, hardly tasting the amber liquid. Letting out a satisfying burp, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, ready for a swim.

  The pool area was green and lush, with sprinklers dancing across the rolling lawns. Eager to cool off, I stripped to my boxers, ready to dive straight into the water. I walked lazily toward the pool, not a care in the world. I’d get a start on my tan, and still surprise Mom when she got home.

  My head jerked up when I heard water splashing. Who was in the pool? Squinting my eyes against the sun, I made out a dark head. The kid. Fuck. Not her. Grimacing, my stomach dropped—I was looking forward to peace and quiet and being by myself for a while and I wasn’t ready for her yet.

  Maya swam another lap underwater before her head bobbed up for a few moments to take in air. Then she disappeared again, swimming toward the steps. I stopped dead in my tracks as she lifted herself out of the water and shook her head, her long dark hair fanning out as water dripped off it, her face tilted up to the sky.

  My gaze lowered to her chest. Shit. She had grown a pair of tits. Perky tits with hard nipples that pushed against the fabric of her bikini top. Her golden skin was covered with goose bumps. My cock twitched.

  What the fuck?

  No. Just fucking no.

  Not the fucking kid.

  No way in hell did I want her to affect me like that. Not that it stopped me from gawking. Taking in her long legs, flat stomach, and hips that should be illegal on a sixteen year old, I cursed under my breath. The kid was beautiful. Breathtaking.

  Yet of all her features, it was her naturally reddish bee-sting lips that intrigued me most. With a fuller lower lip and perfectly formed cupid’s bow, they just about filled her face.

  Her head jerked toward me, her mouth falling open when she noticed me. “Jesus, you scared me,” she scolded, a frown drawing her eyebrows together. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  No smile. No words of welcome.

  “You have a dirty mouth for a kid,” I said, my eyes still on her body, drinking it all in. The white bikini bottom had crawled up her ass and pulled tightly around her pussy, making her mound stand proud, ripe, and ready for picking. It was impossible not to notice the changes or to get a hard-on. I could strip her naked and bang the shit out of her in an instant.

  She rolled her eyes at me, reminding me that although she’d grown up a hell of a lot since I’d last seen her, she was still just a moody teenager. Beautiful moody teenager with a gorgeous body I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. Thank fuck I hadn’t stripped down my boxers, or else my erection would be throbbing between us, with nothing to hide it. The last thing I wanted was for her to know how much she was having an effect on me.

  Her eyes flashed with irritation. “I’m not a kid any more, as if you haven’t noticed. My eyes are up here, asshole.” She lifted her chin in defiance.

  “Yeah, I noticed all right,” I drawled, still getting my head around how much she had changed and how that was making me crazy. What the fuck was wrong with me?

  Like it or not, the kid was family. Stepfamily, but still family. I wasn’t going there. At least that was what I kept telling myself. My stomach turned when I remembered how her sweet smile and soulful eyes had distressed me when I first saw her all those years ago. As a sixteen year old I had no idea how to process it. All I knew was that it was wrong on so many levels that I’d pushed those awkward feelings way the fuck down, turning the darkness in me up a notch to hide what I daren’t let anyone suspect.

  I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to like her, and back then I managed it pretty well by being nasty to her. What I was experiencing at this moment wasn’t working with my master plan. If I kept hatred or at least indifference between us, I’d be okay. But my dick had other plans. Plans I didn’t like one bit. I wasn’t out of the woods. Far from it. In fact, the hazard had just escalated to being in the danger zone.

  I hated not being in control. It freaked me the fuck out.

  And Maya made me lose all sense of control. How the fuck did she do that?

  “So what made you decide to honor us with your presence?” She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide her tits from me, but it only made it worse because she was actually pushing them up.

  Tearing my eyes away from her cleavage, my gaze drifted back to her green eyes. Specks of gold glistened in the sunlight. My mouth dry, I said, “Larissa’s birthday. It's important to her.”

  “Well, stay out of my way,” she said before smacking her palms hard against my chest to shove me away.

  Grinding my teeth together, I grabbed hold of her wrists and held them in an iron grip. I didn’t like little bitches taunting me. Her gaze snapped to mine, fire lighting her eyes as she held her own. Her full lips were inches from mine, wet and dewy. Shit. Besides growing a spectacular pair of tits, she’d grown some balls too. The shy gangly kid with the friendly smile had evaporated and been replaced with a killer body and a fuck-off attitude.

  “Let me go, Oliver,” she said, her nostrils flaring. Her warm breath puffed against my chest and sent a chill up my spine.

  Her obstinance turned me on even more, to the point that I was hardly thinking straight. “What’s wrong, little bee?”

  “Little bee?” She tilted her head and watched my face, smirking.

  “Yeah. Ever watch Maya the Bee?”

  “Um...only since I started watching TV as a toddler. It's old, Oliver. Everyone called me Maya the Bee or something like that in nursery and primary school.”

  I sneered. “Well, little bee, I figure you have a serious sting in that tail. I’m allergic to bees, though.”

  “Tell someone who cares,” she said with venom in her voice.

  “You have way too much of a smart mouth, kid.”

  I hated how she’d grown up. I hated how she smart-mouthed me. I hated how she affected me. How I was powerless to control it. My body trembled as I fought to stop the urge to shake her. Instead I dropped her hands, took a step to the side, and dived into the cold water to calm my dick—and mind—the fuck down.

  My little stepsister was jail bait. I had no intention of getting stung.

  Chapter Three — Oliver

  Maya disappeared into the house and didn’t show her face again until dinner time. Just as well; I didn’t need any more of her snarky attitude. Or the disturbing way she made me feel.

  Scowling, I remembered how I was at her age. Always infuriated, I was a ticking time-bomb. Since then I’d mellowed enough to control my feelings most of the time. Although I still carried that anger inside me, I'd gotten better at hiding it. She’d learn just as I’d had. It was a matter of time until
she outgrew the awkward teenage stage. And anyone with eyes in their heads could tell Maya was going to be a stunner as a woman. As much as I hated admitting it, my cock had certainly picked up on that.

  Making up my mind to avoid her as much as possible during my stay, I decided to work on my tan and get into some hardcore exercise at the home gym. Alec had a whole room decked out with the latest fitness equipment and I planned to put it to good use in the next three weeks. I was proud of my body and worked hard to keep fit. It helped with my studies too; concentrating and working on computers all day to get a degree in IT meant I didn’t have much time for anything else, but I always made it a priority to keep my body in top shape.

  Mom had returned from her hairdressing appointment half an hour ago, and we spent a while on the verandah catching up with one another’s news. I’d succeeded in surprising her, so that was a positive. She invited me inside and started cooking. I poured her a glass of wine and grabbed a beer from the fridge, then made myself comfortable on a high stool and watched as she chopped the vegetables, filling her in on the highlights of the past two years of college.

  Although the flowers I’d brought had wilted, she placed them in a crystal vase on the expansive granite kitchen counter near the window.

  “You look pretty settled in here. I noticed you planted roses out the front.”

  I hadn’t quite been a model son, but I really wanted her to be happier than she’d been with my father. Sipping on my drink, I listened to her, nodding occasionally as she told me about her new life.

  “I’m so happy, Oliver. Moving back here was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I know it sucks for you to stay alone in LA, but at least you have your uncle Barry close by to help you out.” She paused and took a deep breath. “If only—”

  “Yeah?” I took another sip of beer and waited for her to continue.

  “Maya and I don’t quite gel,” she said matter-of-factly. “So we kinda stay out of one another’s way as much as possible.”

  Larissa was a beautiful woman and I knew she didn’t like competition—even from her best friends. I couldn’t blame her for feeling a bit threatened by the kid.

  “Did I hear my name?” Maya sauntered into the kitchen. She wore a pair of shorts that hugged her ass and a loose top that dropped off one shoulder in a casual manner. She wasn’t wearing a bra; as she leaned down to get a plate from the cupboard, I could look down her top. Her tits were just enough for a handful. The perfect size for my palm.

  Fuck. Why am I thinking about her like that?

  Ignoring her question, Mom lifted a brow, scowling as she took in the slutty appearance of her stepdaughter. “It would be nice if you dressed more appropriately while Oliver is visiting.”

  Maya turned to her and smiled sweetly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Scared I’ll seduce my stepbrother, Mommy dearest?” Her gaze swung to me. She pulled up her pretty little nose. “He’s not my type, actually. I’m a little pickier than that.”

  Yep, there’s that sting again.

  Next she was back in front of the open fridge, bending over to take a few carrots and some fruit from the cold-drawer. Her shorts pulled further up her perfect ass, displaying her smooth-as-silk skin.

  “I won’t be down for dinner tonight. I'm on a diet.” She walked away without waiting for my mother’s response.

  Mom’s face flushed with anger. “Suit your damn self,” she mumbled before emptying her wine glass and holding it out to me for a refill. “God, I wouldn't wish a sixteen-year-old stepdaughter on my worst enemy.”

  Strangely glad I wasn’t the only one who was aggravated by my stepsister, I laughed. “I’m going down to the club after dinner. A few of my college friends live in Santa Barbara, and they said to join them tonight. They’re picking me up at nine.”

  I filled her glass and handed it back to her. She immediately took another swig before placing it down and resumed chopping carrots—only this time she slammed the knife hard and fast.

  “That’s great that you’re going out with friends. The only night I need you home is for my party on Saturday, of course.”

  I leaned in and kissed her on her cheek. “I wouldn’t miss that occasion for anything. And for what it's worth, you look great, so you have nothing to worry about.”

  She straightened her hair and smiled up at me. “I needed to hear that. Thanks.” She smoothed her hands over her hips. “It's not easy getting older.”

  I gave her a reassuring hug.

  “I'm going upstairs to unpack my bag and have a shower. When should I come down for dinner?”

  “In an hour. Alec and I like to relax over a glass of wine when he gets home, so come join us, okay?”

  Grimacing, I nodded. I’d have to face the old man sooner or later. But right now I needed a shower to wash off the chlorine from the pool and get ready for a night out. Brent had called me earlier to tell me that Bianca, the busty Scandinavian blonde who took one of the same classes I did, was coming to stay with her uncle for the vacation. I grinned at the thought. Yeah, I remembered Bianca. I’d banged her senseless after the last frat party I’d been to in LA and looked forward to more of her in my near future. She’d help to keep my balls empty and my mind off a certain sixteen year old. Perfect.

  Whistling as I went up the stairs, I inwardly high-fived myself. I'd have dinner and laundry sorted for the next three weeks, work on my tan during the day, and screw Bianca until she couldn’t walk. Life was looking good.

  As I passed Maya’s bedroom, I saw her spread out on her bed. She was talking softly to someone on her phone. A boy? I stopped for a second just outside her door, my gaze drinking in the long legs that were propped up against the wall. Her hair hung over the edge of the bed, so long that it nearly touched the floor.

  Mesmerized, my gaze was glued to her athletic body. I watched as her hand stroked slowly over her ribs and bared stomach, then held my breath as it disappeared under her shorts. Definitely a fucking boy. I froze for a long moment as I listened to her voice. The tone was soft, sexy even. My stomach twisted into a knot and heat rose to my neck. She’s too young to be talking sexy to boys.

  As if she sensed my presence, she turned her head, her eyes narrowing as she saw me. She didn’t acknowledge me; instead she turned her face away and pulled her hand from her shorts. Good. I let out a long slow breath, relieved that she wasn’t going there.

  It was short lived. My eyes widened as her hand pushed under her top and cupped her boob. I couldn’t see everything through the fabric half covering her tits, but she squeezed her breast and moaned softly before twisting her nipple between her fingers.

  Jesus Christ! I reached out to hold on to the doorjamb, licking my lips as I kept on watching. Little vixen was just warming up. She pinched the phone between her chin and shoulder and used both hands to undo the buttons of her shorts. Shit. I wasn’t going anywhere, and she knew it. Heat spread like wildfire around my groin, and my jeans expanded to stretch over my hard-on.

  She licked the tips of her fingers before lowering her hand back down under her shorts. As she spread her legs wider, I could see that her pussy was smooth. The aroma of her arousal drifted to my nostrils, driving me to the edge of insanity. I could virtually taste her on my tongue.

  My cock strained harder against the damp boxers and jeans I had slipped back on, fighting to be set free and sink into her pussy. My throat tightened. Fuck. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock.

  Maya moaned softly as her fingers moved back and forth while her free hand ran over her ribs, pushing up her top to expose one breast. The nipple, pink as a rosebud, stood erect. She pulled on her nipple, her head falling further back over the edge of the bed so I could see her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her cheeks flushed pink, a glow misting over her skin as she bit hard into her lower lip.

  My hand rested on my concrete cock, eager to partake in the scene unfolding before me. It wanted in—desperately.

  Her teeth set her lip free and she whimpered as h
er body shuddered. Her eyes flew open and sought mine, locking on to my unwavering stare. A smile twisted the corners of her mouth as she let out a long low moan. I could easily come in my pants; it was that hot.

  Her smile widened as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked her juices off them one by one. Fucking little tease. The whole room smelled like her—there was no way in hell I was getting that scent out of my head any time soon.

  Maya told the boy to hang on, removing the phone from her ear.

  “Was that good for you, too?” she said, her eyes boring into mine, smiling as if butter couldn’t melt in her mouth.

  Chapter Four — Oliver

  After the party, I brought Bianca back to the house. She was definitely tipsy and ready to be fucked hard. I’d already stripped her panties off and gone down on her thirty minutes after arriving at the party. I’d pushed her into the bathroom and sucked and licked her pussy, eating her out like a madman, all the time imagining tasting another pussy on my tongue.

  Signaling for her to be quiet, we tiptoed up the stairs. Maya’s bedroom door was closed, but I could see light streaming from under it. Good, she’s still awake. Bianca stumbled into my room and fell onto the bed, giggling as she pulled up her dress to expose herself to me. My balls were ready to explode from the afternoon’s episode, so I didn’t want to waste any time getting my dick wet. Thirty seconds later, my jeans hit the floor and my cock sprang free.

  Rolling on a condom, I pushed Bianca’s legs apart and crawled over her. I was going in hard. “Open wide, babe,” I grunted as I pushed into her.

  “Jesus!” she cried out as I rammed my cock into her. Groping her tits, I squeezed hard, imagining what sixteen year old breasts felt like. I felt dirty but oh-so fucking turned on. I gripped hold of Bianca’s hair and pulled her head back as I slammed my cock into her, trying my best to obliterate the vision of a dark haired girl that flashed through my mind. The headboard thumped against the wall with every thrust, rattling the pictures in stereo until I let out a roar and came so hard I nearly passed out.