PRINCE CHARMING: A Secret Baby Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  I pulled the phone away from my ear, grimacing. Emma and my dad looked over, confused. I muttered obscenities to myself, running upstairs so I could have some privacy.

  “I don’t understand what you want from me. The whole time we’ve both been dating other people, so it’s not like I led you on,” I said. I hadn’t led her on, but I felt bad that I hadn’t stopped the sex when I realized she was developing feelings.

  “It’s her, isn’t it?” she said abruptly.

  Terror came over me. “What?”

  “Your stepsister. Don’t tell me you don’t have the hots for her. I’ve seen the way you look at her, and ever since she left, you’ve been a big fucking baby.” Her voice was tinged with ridicule.

  “You’re crazy,” I lied, “that’s not what’s going on at all.”

  She laughed spitefully. “I knew you were a fucking loser, but I didn’t realize how much until now. I’m done with you,” she said. “Oh, and by the way, he’s here now and I’m about to give him a blow job.”

  “Fuck you,” I replied. I hung up the phone, all kinds of emotions washing over me, ones I wanted to ignore. I did care about her, but she was right. I still had a thing for Amy, and I was excited she was coming here for break.

  I threw my phone on my bed. I cracked open another beer and sat down. I thought love was supposed to be simple. At least, that’s how I always imagined it would be. It turned out to be anything but.

  I walked downstairs to join Emma and my dad again. Emma was on the phone, smiling and laughing. She hung up and said, “It’s official. Amy will be here in four weeks!”

  I took another swig of my beer. Oh boy.

  AMY

  The entire plane ride, my stomach was in knots, and not because of the ride itself. Ash was picking me up at the airport, just like old times. I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to see him, and I wasn’t even sure what that meant. I landed and immediately called him.

  He picked up. It was the first time I’d heard his voice in months. “You remembered my number this time.”

  “Yeah, I did,” I replied.

  “I thought you wouldn’t. I mean, I know people from the west coast are kinda airheaded,” he joked, repeating our first conversation.

  “I thought that people from New York were kinda impatient, but you seem to be good at waiting,” I said, my voice dripping with innuendo.

  “I’m at the east gate again. I’ll see you soon.”

  We hung up. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I wiped them away. I was so overcome by emotion, and all I cared about was seeing him again. It was like he and I were in a separate universe, and nothing had changed at all since we last saw each other.

  I saw him. He wasn’t as tanned, and his hair had grown back. He had a lot of facial stubble. He honestly looked depressed, timid almost. I had never seen him like this. He was still gorgeous, though, and his arms looked a bit more muscular. I knew he had a full-time job, so that was probably the reason. I stopped, watching him. Like there was some crazy pull between us, he looked over and saw me. He smiled his perfect white smile and started walking over to me. I dropped my rolling bag and ran to him. He picked me up, twirling me in his arms. He held me close to him, nearly squishing me in a hug.

  “Nice to see you, sis,” he joked.

  “Nice to see you too, bro,” I teased back.

  One of the security guards strutted over to us impatiently. “You have to get your bag, miss, and then you must both clear the area. You can’t park here this long,” she said.

  We were so excited to see each other that I’m not sure either of us even really heard her. He helped me with my bag and put it in the trunk. I got in the passenger side of his car, knowing very well to strap myself in securely.

  “So,” he began.

  “So,” I finished.

  “Who’s the soccer guy?” he asked.

  “Someone I briefly dated. Nothing major.”

  He looked relieved. “Good.”

  “Are you still with Jen?”

  “We were never really officially together or anything, but she’s with this other dude,” he said.

  “Nice.”

  He began driving, and we were silent. It wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a natural one.

  “I heard you’re working full time,” I said.

  “Yeah. I’m about to graduate from an apprenticeship program, and then the world is my oyster.”

  “I only have a half a year left after this. I’ve taken most of the classes I need to graduate.”

  “Nice.”

  “How’s my mom been?”

  “She loves married life, and she’s been cooking up a storm. She’s really happy you’re coming for break.”

  “I was nervous. I’m not going to lie. I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

  “I think missing someone a lot softens any blow.”

  “Very true,” I agreed.

  He put on some music, and we hummed along to the tune. Everything felt so natural between us, and the relief of seeing him made me feel a bit less hurt about Jen. I didn’t realize how much I missed him until I was finally in his presence.

  “How’s Sarah been?” he asked.

  “She’s good. Her soccer coach is super strict, though, so it’s hard for us to have a lot of fun.”

  “He sounds like a tool,” Ash said.

  I laughed. “I almost forgot about your blunt honesty. I missed that, too.”

  We pulled up to the house, too quickly as usual. “I don’t think I missed your driving though,” I said with a sheepish smile.

  The front of the house was decorated with Christmas lights and decorations. My heart sank, because it reminded me of the way our old house was when my mom and dad were still together. She’d decorated it the same way.

  “I’ll get your bag. Go see your mom.” I was impressed. He seemed a lot more mature than when I last saw him.

  My mom wore an elf hat and a red apron, very into the holiday season as always. “Hello, sweetie!” she said, giving me a warm hug.

  “Hi, Mom.”

  Gary was in the den, sipping some eggnog. He waved to me with a warm smile. “Welcome home, Amy.”

  I really liked Gary. He was great to my mom and always really supportive. I felt lucky. It would suck to hate your own stepdad. I wished my relationship with Ash could be as simple. Maybe then we could enjoy a drama-free holiday.

  “I’ll take your stuff to your room,” Ash said.

  “Thanks!” I responded, flashing him a big smile.

  “How was your trip?” Mom asked.

  “It was a lot easier to fly this time. I think my body is getting used to it, finally.”

  “And you’re twenty-one now, so you can have some eggnog!” she said cheerfully, clasping her hands together. “Let me get you some.”

  I sat on the sofa across from Gary, who was enjoying his eggnog. “How’s business going, Gary?”

  “Our stock company is dominating, as usual,” he answered proudly.

  Ash came down the stairs. He sat next to me on the sofa, careful to leave enough room. My mom came back out and handed me eggnog. Ash had set his down on the coffee table, and he scooped it up, taking a sip.

  Even though I was twenty-one, I couldn’t get used to drinking. Maybe I didn’t even really like it all that much. I took a sip, clearly tasting the bitterness of the alcohol. I hadn’t developed a taste for it like everyone told me I would.

  It began to snow outside, the freezing wind making sad, moaning noises. It made me crave the warmth of my shower upstairs. I wanted to get cozy and take a shower and sleep some of the excitement of the day away.

  “I’m heading upstairs and going to bed early,” I said.

  “Good, because we’re going snow tubing!” Mom announced.

  I sighed. My mom was always planning crazy adventures. I went upstairs, hearing Gary and Ash having some kind of a debate over the legalization of marijuana. I smiled to myself, glad to be there. There was something so
safe and promising about this new life. It was like the pieces of the puzzle I’d been carrying fit together perfectly.

  My room was dark and a bit cold. I turned up the heat and closed the door, locking it behind me. The bathroom wasn’t as formidable as before. I was so used to sharing it with Ash now that it didn’t really bother me that he could walk in at any moment.

  I stripped my clothes off and turned the water on. I rubbed Ash’s soap all over my body, wanting to smell like him, feeling comforted by the scent and sensation. A couple of minutes passed, and I heard the door to the bathroom creak slowly open.

  ASHTON

  Seeing her at the airport melted most of the jealousy and hurt I’d been carrying. When she was in my arms and everything felt so right. I drove carefully, more than I normally would. She was precious cargo, after all. She was family.

  I took her bag up to her room, plopping it safely on her bed. The room had been a sore spot for me all fall. Every time I walked by it to go down the stairs, I was reminded she wasn’t there. Now, I was filled with happiness. She was here, and no matter what happened, that room would be filled, and so would the place in my heart.

  I made sure there were enough extra towels in our bathroom, and I went back downstairs to join everyone. Amy chatted happily with her mother, who looked so happy that she was there.

  “Everyone in my office gets high all the time. I just don’t get it,” my dad said, shaking his head.

  “They will legalize the stuff soon enough, so get used to it,” I replied.

  “They shouldn’t. Not that it will stop anyone from doing it if they don’t, but people are not as productive when they smoke,” my dad argued.

  “I think it depends on the person. I’m productive.”

  “Don’t remind me that you smoke. It’s a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell thing,’ remember?”

  Amy stood up and said something about taking a shower. My thoughts immediately fell on her naked body and all the things I’d wanted to do to her for so long. I took another sip of my eggnog, trying to relax.

  A good ten minutes went by, and I figured it would be safe to go up to my room. I would try to be good and ignore the fact that she was naked. It would be a piece of cake. I excused myself.

  “I’m going to play video games,” I said.

  “Okay. See you later,” Emma said.

  “Remember: ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell!’” my dad called after me.

  I shook my head and smiled as I bolted up the stairs. I could still hear her in the shower.

  The door to her room was locked, so I entered our bathroom from my room instead. I saw her, totally naked. The water fell off her beautiful body in silver waves. Her long hair looked dark and wet. She was rubbing soap, the suds dripping down her perfectly round ass.

  She turned to me, her eyes fixed on mine. She didn’t seem the least bit shocked I was there. We both wanted the same thing. I strutted over to her and took off my shirt and pants. My boxers were still on, but I didn’t care. I got in the shower with her, feeling the hot water spray all over my body. I pushed her gently up against the cool tiles of the shower and began kissing her.

  Her mouth was so soft, and she wore her signature cherry lip gloss. The taste of it was bittersweet. I raked my hands through her long, beautiful hair. She sighed, falling into me gently. Our bodies melded so perfectly together.

  What I’d been wanting for months was finally about to be a reality.

  AMY

  I felt his mouth on my lips and trailing down my neck. I moaned softly and kissed him back with just as much passion. I’d been waiting for this moment forever, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been, too. No matter how wrong something could be, you always knew what your heart really wanted. Right now, I wanted him, no matter the consequences.

  I ran my hands up and down his toned, tattooed torso, savoring the feeling of his hard muscles. I kissed his neck shyly, and he breathed sharply into my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe and said, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

  “Yes, please,” I gasped, shivers running up and down my spine.

  He turned the water off and picked me up. I giggled in surprise. “Shhh,” he said. He carried me out of the bathroom and placed me gently on his bed. He grinned and turned his TV on so no one would hear us.

  “Good idea,” I said with a wink.

  He turned his attention to me, his eyes softening with love. His mixture of feral desire and tenderness was beautiful and arousing at the same time.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over my body.

  “So are you.” I wanted to trace each of his tattoos with my tongue.

  His big cock was hard and erect. I wanted it in my mouth. Before I could request this, he ran his finger slowly up and down my clit. My eyes widened from the pleasure of the sensation.

  “I’m going to make you squirt,” he whispered seductively.

  I was horny and wet from the shower, so he had no problem sticking his fingers in me. He curved them upwards and began steadily fucking me with his hand. I grabbed both of his arms, the intense sensation hitting me in ways I’d never felt before.

  “Oh God…that feels amazing,” I said, finding it harder and harder to formulate words.

  He curved his fingers upwards and steadied my hips with his other hand. He moved rapidly up and down, and I felt a strong, deep internal orgasm radiate outwards. He was hitting what felt like a pit inside of me, and the more I squirmed, the harder he worked on it.

  “Ash, please,” I moaned.

  “Come,” he demanded.

  His words sent me over the edge, and I nearly screamed as I came. He placed his hand over my mouth, smirking evilly. This intensified my orgasm. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath. He looked smug and proud.

  “Fuck. That’s the G-spot, right?” I asked. He nodded, smiling widely. “I have an idea,” I said mischievously.

  “What is it?”

  “I’ll suck you off while you eat me out.”

  He chuckled. “You mean sixty-nining?” he asked sarcastically.

  “Yes! Exactly!”

  He took me into his big strong arms and pulled me on top of him so my ass was sticking in his face. He began licking my asshole, which I’d never felt before. I moaned.

  “Wow, that actually feels great,” I said.

  “Mmhmm,” he murmured, licking my crack.

  His cock was fully erect now, and I saw a few globs of pre-cum at the tip. I smiled and began licking him, enjoying the salty taste. I took him into my mouth, feeling his engorged member pulsating.

  He breathed deeply and began licking my clit, which was also swollen with desire. Our bodies writhed rhythmically as we sucked and kissed each other’s most intimate, tender parts. I sighed softly, swirling my tongue around his cock’s head. His hot mouth felt so great—he knew just the right spots to hit. He gently circled my clit with his mouth. I started to grind my hips into his mouth, making love to his face. He matched my rhythm with his cock, and I wanted this moment to last forever.

  The familiar feeling of intense orgasm began to build deep inside my pussy. I squirmed, and he held my hips firmly, not relenting. I whimpered as I began to come, and he moaned in encouragement, lapping up my juices.

  He scooped me off him gently and placed me on the bed. My legs were weak from orgasm. I wanted to surrender to him. I reached for him and he kissed me tenderly. His cock was huge now, and my pussy was aching for him. He rubbed his cock all over the outside of my slit, teasing me with it. I gasped.

  “Please fuck me,” I urged, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his swollen cock rubbing my clit.

  This was too much for him to resist. He pushed his cock slowly into me. I was so tight because I had only ever had sex with him. His eyes widened at the sensation, and he continued to slide himself in. I arched my back, wanting him all of the way inside me. He began moving in and out, his cock disappearing again and again. I
matched my hips to the rhythm of his body, and it felt incredible. I tightened myself around him, and he groaned in appreciation, closing his eyes. Sweat dripped down his forehead.

  He increased his pace, and each time he slid in and out of me, I wanted to come. It felt so amazing. The buildup of sensation worked from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, which curled in pleasure.

  Ash grabbed my legs so they were sticking up in the air, and his hips were slamming against my ass. This new angle allowed him to hit deeper parts of my pussy, and I gasped in surprise.

  “Fuck. Don’t stop doing that!” I cried out.

  “Shhh. Our parents will hear.”

  Tears of pleasure streamed down my face. I felt another orgasm coming on, a deep and internal one. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

  He quickened his pace in response, and I shook my head back and forth in pleasure. I dug my fingertips into his shoulder as I began to come. I moaned in hiccups, the sensation totally overpowering me. He kept his pace steady, intensifying the orgasm.

  I collapsed, totally limp. He held my legs steady and kept fucking me, even harder. I felt his cock swell even more inside me. The juices from my orgasm rolled down his balls, and he growled, fucking me faster.

  He put my legs down gently and spread them so we were fucking missionary style. I kissed his neck, pulling him closer to me. He fucked me at an even pace, the pleasure still making my toes curl. I tried catching my breath, squeezing his hand.

  “I’m going to come,” he warned.

  “Come all over my tits,” I begged. I’d seen women do this in porn, and I thought it was hot.

  He moaned and pulled out of me, his cock bigger than I’d ever seen it before. He jerked himself off, his cum covering my tits in erratic spurts. He groaned loudly as he did this, and I thought the sound of it was so erotic.

  I didn’t take my eyes off his as I rubbed his cum into my breasts. He placed his hand against the wall, steadying himself as the last few drops spurted over me. He watched me for a moment, his cum covering me like an erotic lotion.

  “Shit,” he said, exhaling.