Smirk: A Stepbrother Romance

by Wilde, Ora

  Or another smirk.

  He discovered I was wet. He liked it. A lot.

  He removed my panties completely, with one swift motion which seemed to signify that he was in a hurry. In a hurry for what, I wondered? What he did next answered my question beyond doubt.

  He went back on top of me, spreading my legs apart, positioning his rock hard manhood on my vaginal area, gyrating his hips to rub its tip against the slippery dampness of my opening. It felt amazing... a tease that promised so much, an itch that begged for a cure, an urge that was desperate for satiation.

  But my face didn’t show elation.

  No.

  It revealed anxiety. Not the worrisome kind of apprehensiveness, though. Rather, an agitation that one would normally feel when she would venture into a new territory that she knew little about.

  For at that moment, I was about to lose my innocence...

  To him...

  To the man I love.

  He looked at me with eyes filled with concern. He noticed my unease. He probably wanted to ask me if I was okay, if it was alright to continue. He didn’t have to open his mouth. I answered him with a nod before he could even utter a single word.

  Then it happened.

  One slow movement.

  A piercing kind of pain that made me groan in intense agony and pleasure.

  A withdrawal that provided an interlude of rest and anguished longing.

  Another penetration that made me grunt with bliss.

  And the series of intrusions that followed, with each motion being quicker and more forceful than the last. The pain was still there, but it didn’t feel like a stab wound anymore. Rather, it was a dull kind of pain that continued to throb and remind me that it was done... I have lost it... and I was his.

  Drowning in an ocean of pure ecstasy. That’s the only way I could describe what I felt. I was so lost in the joy he was giving me that I belatedly noticed how I have hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, his cock deeper inside my body with each and every intrusion.

  I was moaning and he was panting. His spearing motions became more intense, his pace escalated into a frenzy.

  The passion we were sharing quickly built up into a maelstrom of rapture, threatening to explode with every second that passed.

  His breathing became more rapid.

  My groans became louder.

  And then...

  My body stiffened, my toes curled, my back arched and extended my body forward unto his... and I felt wave upon wave upon wave of euphoric sensation. All I could think about at that moment was how close he was to me, how happy I was with him, and how much I was in love with the man I was holding in my arms...

  With one loud wail I came, but he didn’t stop.

  He kept on thrusting his massive cock inside me as he buried his face on my shoulder.

  “Phoebe... you’re going to make me come,” he mumbled, finding it difficult to speak with the exhilaration he was feeling.

  “Phoebe... Phoebe... Phoebe...” he kept muttering, culminating in one primal scream of my name...

  And I felt warm liquid fill up my womanhood, dripping down my inner thighs, signifying that I have made him happy.

  He gave me a kiss on the forehead before rolling to my side. He placed his arm over my body, and began to shower my cheek with smell pecks.

  That made me smile.

  Suddenly, as if he remembered something very important, he got up from bed and began to search my room. He found what he was looking for at the hanger right beside the door. He darted towards it and came back to bed, bringing a towel with him. He wiped my slit and my thighs with the fabric.

  “You’re bleeding,” he said with a look of serious concern.

  “I guess I am,” I replied as I bit my lower lip.

  “Phoebe... I... I...” he didn’t know what to say.

  “Hayden, it’s alright,” I reassured him. “I’m happy. I’m happy that it’s you.”

  He smiled at me as he held my chin. He kissed me on the lips.

  “Phoebe Marie Ellison... I love you,” he pronounced.

  “And I love you,” I answered back.

  It began with a heartbreak and a bet, and it almost ended in a tragedy. Now, we were starting something new... something we both desire... something we shouldn’t be doing...

  I don’t know what tomorrow may bring, but I have faith in him and in our love. Whatever the future may throw our way, I know... with all certainty... that we will still be together in the end.

  For in my heart, he’s no longer the Hayden Summersmith who I loved to hate and I loved to love.

  He’s my Hayden Summersmith.

  - FIN -

  Acknowledgement

  I cannot brag about having a big mailing list. The truth of the matter is, being an author who’s relatively new in the field of self-publishing, I only have sixteen subscribers to my newsletter. But I hold each and every one of them dear to my heart.

  You are the identifiable representation of everyone who reads my works. You are my inspiration and my joy. Your satisfaction is my goal and my pride. You trusted me with your time, and for that, I will forever be grateful to you.

  So Kimberly, Ashley, Lynne, Regina, Sheila, Cristal, Redette, Hil, Mayla, Darsha, Naasia, Destiny, Kari, Janne, Anna and Lorrie… this one’s for you. Thank you for inspiring me to write. Thank you for egging me to go on during the wee hours of the morning when the caffeine has run its course and the weariness of the day has taken its toll on me. Thank you for compelling me to think twice, thrice and even more about each and every scene in this book, gauging if it will be good enough for you.

  I hope they were.

  Thank you for being my muses.

  New readers, come join us and let’s explore new worlds together. It’s going to be fun. 

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  One day, when Claire suffered the worst heartbreak of her young life - all because she wanted to preserve her innocence for the right one come the right time - which was made so much worse by a very public Facebook post that revealed the reason for the breakup, she felt the severe weight of despair and humiliation crush her very young soul.

  She found herself in an unfamiliar territory... helpless, vulnerable, without protection.

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  Nash Walters. Loner. Rebel. Outcast.

  I know so little about him despite the fact that we live together under the same roof. Yet somehow, there's something about him that stirs up the most intense of sensations within me... something that I know I should avoid at all cost.

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  MONDAY

  8:15 A.M.

  I have always been a diligent student, I swear!

  I listen attentively to my teachers even when my classmates would rather gossip or pass around some notes. I always do my homework in between breaks, the day before they are due. I participate in class while the other kids doze off because they partied the whole night or binge watched some shows on Netflix or played some fancy video games they’d gush over the next day. I use the internet to do supplemental research for my subjects while others tweet and chat and post selfies on Facebook and Instagram.

  I have always been a responsible student, and I am proud of that fact.

  But that day, at Mrs. Tesmacher's class, I was barely able to absorb what she was teaching. My mind was elsewhere. And it wasn’t because Wilfred - my next-door neighbor and my childhood friend who sits right next to me in class - had been absent for three days and counting (because of some allergic reaction to a food that his aunt from Texas sent him). It was because of something else... something bigger... something graver with far more enormous repercussions.

  You see, that was the day when Uncle Charlie, my new stepfather, was scheduled to move in while I was in school. By the time I’ll get home, he'd be there, occupying the living space that I have become accustomed to sharing with my mom… and my mom alone.

  I wasn't comfortable with the idea that we will have to share it with someone else from hereon in.

  However, seeing how happy my mother was every time she was with him made the thought more bearable. I'd be
selfish if I would allow myself to want him out of our lives, when he's the reason for her inspired smiles these days... a smile that I never saw from her since the divorce.

  Mrs. Tesmacher was talking about the drafting of the Constitution and the Civil War, but somehow, I didn't care. I felt guilty about my negligence in class, but there was little I could do. No matter how hard I tried, I can't seem to get the fear of the new living arrangement at home out of my head.