My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection (Five Complete Box Sets)

by Cindy Wilder

  “I know my mom. She's talking about what a brat I am. I am sure she is telling your dad how much I disappoint her. It doesn't matter how hard I try with her. She always finds something to complain about. I know she couldn't have been a perfect teenager. I bet she was awful. She expects me to be the perfect daughter. If she knew what I did with you, her head would seriously explode. That is not a joke. She would disown me. You have no idea. Your dad might not have been there for you. Sometimes I wonder if that would be better. I always feel so much pressure. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to do what I want. She'll probably pick out my husband and sex of our children. She'll probably name them as well.”

  I let out a laugh. It was a little extreme, but I really felt that way about her. I would never have her approval.

  “My dad is probably listening to her. He might say a word every now and then in agreement. Most likely, he isn't even listening and could never repeat back what she had said. He's really just waiting for her to stop talking,” he said with a laugh.

  We ate our lunch and decided on a movie. There was nothing else open on the holiday. I felt bad for all of the people who were working that day. They probably had happy families waiting for them. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I couldn't tell you what happened in the movie. All I could think about was losing Alex and memorizing every tiny bit of him and how it felt to be in his arms.

  When the movie ended, it was still pretty early. We didn't want to go back to our parents.

  “I know it's a drive, but we can go back to my apartment,” he said.

  It took about an hour to get there. I wondered if our parents would suspect us being together. My mother had no idea that he had left the house. My phone buzzed as soon as we walked in the door. It was the control freak.

  Mom: Where are you?

  Me: I went to Sally's house. I'll be home in the morning.

  Mom: You have to get ready. I want you to look nice.

  I turned and showed her text to Alex.

  Me: I'll be there in time. I'll be your perfect daughter. Don't worry about it. Everyone will think you're the amazing mother you think you are.

  Mom: Just make sure you're home in time.

  I didn't answer her back. Alex turned on the television, and I opened his fridge to see what we could make for dinner. He walked up behind me and wrapped me in his arms.

  “Why did they have to get together?” I asked.

  He never said a word.

  “I know that we would never work. You're a teacher and I'm still in my first year of school. I guess its better this way. That way I can blame it on them.”

  “Why are you so sure we wouldn't have worked?” he asked.

  “Look at you,” I said. “That night at the party I couldn't believe you picked me to talk to. I was a high school senior.

  “I didn't know that,” he said cutting me off.

  “I know. There were so many girls you could have talked to, but I was the one you picked. All I could think about was how lucky I was that such a gorgeous, nice guy was talking to me that night. I knew there would never be another time that would happen to me. I was always the boring girl. Sure, guys asked me out. It wasn't like that. I just couldn't believe that someone at a college party wanted to talk to me.”

  He rested his chin on the top of my head.

  “I can't believe you would say that. I watched you sitting at that table. You leaned back with your face tilted up. It was a beautiful site. You were soaking up the night sky and stars. It was perfect. I knew I had to talk to you. I promise you that I had good motives. I didn't plan to have sex with you. You felt so good in my arms that night. When you looked into my eyes, there was something there.”

  “Yeah right,” I interrupted. “I was the flavor of the night for the frat boy.”

  He turned me in his arms. I was shocked when I looked into his eyes. He had the most serious look in them.

  “Do you really believe that?” he asked.

  “You lived in a frat house. I'm sure you guys had parties every night. I didn't want to think about what number I was for you. I just wanted to be with you. I had never felt like that before. When you touched me, my skin was so alert. I knew I wanted to be with you.”

  “That's not how I was,” he said. “I did go to the parties, but I didn't sleep around. You were the first person I did that with. Sure, I had girlfriends and had sex. I never just had sex with someone I met at a party before.”

  “Really?” I asked surprised.

  He shook his head.

  “I was pissed when I woke up and you were gone. I thought you were different from the rest of the girls at the parties. When you weren't there in the morning, I felt like shit. I thought I was wrong about you.”

  “I left because I thought that was what you expected of me. That and the fact that if I wasn't home, my mom would have lost her mind.”

  “When I looked up in class that day and saw you, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe you were really there. It was pretty funny. You hadn't looked up yet, and I knew you were going to flip when you did. It freaked me out that you were in a first year class. I was pretty upset at the thought of you scamming me. It scared the shit out of me that you might have been under eighteen at that party. So many things were going through my head. I was already nervous about that class to begin with. When you didn't look up from your phone, I got even more upset. You were being rude. Teaching my first set of classes freaked me out as it was. To have students not feel the class was important made it even worse.”

  “When I looked up, I thought I was going to lose it. I almost dropped the class. They didn't have anything I could replace it with, and I needed the credits. Since this is our last night together, I'm going to be honest with you. After that party, I couldn't get you out of mind. I figured it was because you were my first. I thought if I had sex with someone else, I could erase you.”

  “I thought I was the only one you had been with when we met up at the coffee place,” he said with a glare.

  “You were,” I answered. “I couldn't find anyone worth doing it with. When I saw you were teaching that class, I even considered doing the guy who sat next to me. I've tried like hell to get you out of my mind. It hasn't worked. The coffee place and then Thanksgiving. I'm glad that I'm not taking any of your classes this semester. Here we are again. After today, I don't have a choice. I have to stay away from you.”

  “What are you going to do over holidays? What about the summer?” he asked.

  “You have your own apartment. You won't come home for the summer. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not going there for the summer. I'm not sure I'll ever go for holidays either. My mom won't let me have the house. They don't need the money. She wants the money just in case. I might be young, but why is she thinking just in case. If she doubts their relationship, they should not be getting married. That's none of my business though. I was hoping my grandparents could buy the house from her. They said they can't afford it. They did say that I could move in with them. I'm really thinking about it. I'm not telling my mom though. She doesn't know that I've been talking to them.”

  “I still can't believe my dad never told me about your mom,” he said. “That's not how you tell your kids that you're getting married. I was so worried when you passed out, but I knew I couldn't go to you.”

  “I think I was just so shocked to see you,” I said. “You seem to keep doing that to me. Make dinner with me.”

  “Of course,” he said.

  I pulled out of his arms and began to grab things from his fridge. He grabbed a couple of pots. We had the ingredients for spaghetti and worked together to cook dinner. He wrapped his arms around me, moved my hair to the side, and softly kissed my neck as I cooked the meat for the spaghetti. It felt amazing and I didn't want the night to end. The next day we would be a thing of the past and move forward with our lives. I leaned back against his chest and wanted to melt into him.

  As soon as we were finished cookin
g, he made us each a plate and we ate in silence. I put the plates in the dishwasher while he washed the pots. We didn't want to leave a mess. He wouldn't be back home for a couple more days. I wanted it clean when he came back home.

  “Can we watch a movie?” I asked.

  It didn't matter to me if I even closed my eyes that night. I wanted to soak up every single moment we had left together.

  “Yes,” he said. “As long as you're in my arms.”

  I turned on a movie and he opened his arms for me to lean back into them. There was no way I was missing that. I turned so my cheek was against his chest and put my hand on his stomach. After a few minutes, he looked down at me.

  “If you want to watch this movie, you should stop putting your hands all over me.”

  I let out a laugh.

  “Oh yeah!” I said in a flirty tone.

  Slowly, I slid from his arms and down the couch onto my knees. He looked down and shook his head. I softly kissed his chest and stomach before undoing his jeans and pulling. He lifted his hips so I could pull his pants off with his boxers. His cock sprang out, and I gasped. It didn't matter how many times I saw it, I was amazed every single time. I licked my lips and wrapped my hands around him. I began to stroke him as I continued to kiss his belly. He reached down and pulled my hair back.

  “You're so beautiful,” he said.

  I pulled back and licked lightly over the head of his cock. His body tensed as my tongue collected the drip of juice that glistened on the surface. I swiped my tongue just around his tip. My tongue slid down his shaft to his base. I looked up into his eyes as I slowly licked from his base to his tip. He groaned just as I reached the top. My lips wrapped around his cock, and I sucked hard as I took him all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Your mouth feels so damn good wrapped around my dick.”

  I continued to pull him out and suck him back into my mouth. He wrapped his hand in my hair, let his head fall back, and guided my head up and down his shaft. As the pre-cum came more often, I sucked harder and took him deeper.

  “Up,” he snapped.

  I looked up at him and pulled him from my mouth with a pop sound.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Up,” he said again. “I need to be inside of you when I come.”

  I stood up and looked down at him.

  “Clothes off.”

  I smiled as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up my body and over my head. With a wink, I wrapped it around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. I reached behind and unclasped my bra. He slid each strap from my shoulders, and I let it fall from my arms to the floor. I turned around, undid my pants, and took them from my hips. I slid them down my legs and bent over with my ass inches from his face as I stepped out of them. He leaned forward and bit me. I yelped and jumped up.

  “You can't stick that juicy ass in my face and not expect anything to happen. Quit teasing me, woman,” he growled.

  I turned back around to face him. It was going to be our last time together, and I wanted to make it a time to remember. If he wanted me to stop teasing him, I would show him.

  I stood in front of Alex in only a pair of white, lace panties. He was looking up at me with a smile on his face. I had my hands on my hips and licked my lips. One hand went up to my chest and one slid down. My thumb and finger rolled my nipple and pulled at it before cupping my breast and squeezing, as I looked into his eyes. I could see him watching as my other hand went beneath my panties. He could see me rub my clit before moving my fingers through my wetness. Just as I went to thrust a finger in, he reached out and ripped my panties from me. His hand grabbed mine, lifted it to his mouth, and sucked my fingers that were glistening with my own juices. It was insanely hot, and I moaned as he sucked them harder. He pulled me so that I was straddling him on the couch.

  I was on my knees and he was sitting beneath me. He pulled me forward and sucked my nipple hard. I pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head before running my hands up and down his chest. My hand moved down again and squeezed his shaft. I was high enough that he was right at my entrance. As I moved down to take in just the tip, he stopped me.

  “Jeans,” he said.

  I reached back and grabbed his jeans. He pulled out the package, ripped it open, and rolled it over him. Then he winked and we both laughed. Again, I hovered just above his tip. He shook his head, smacked my ass hard, and grabbed my hips. I moved over him slowly and began to take him into me. He filled me inch by inch until I was completely covering him. I moved up and down on him. His head fell back and he closed his eyes.

  “Open,” I said. “I want to see your eyes, baby. I want you to know who makes you feel this way. Your eyes are beautiful. I want to see them when you fill me with your hard cock. I want to look into them when my pussy comes around your dick. I want to see deep into them when you explode inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  He opened his eyes and lifted his head. I leaned back, put my hands on his knees, and arched my back as I took him out and then back inside of me. His hands were on my breasts and rubbing my nipples. His hips thrust in time with mine so he was even deeper.

  “Oh, Alex,” I cried. “So damn good. Harder, please.”

  He grabbed my hips, held them in place, and plunged into me hard and so deep. The way our bodies were slamming together was amazing. Neither of us could get close enough to the other. He continued his assault on my pussy as I cried and moaned his name more times than I could remember.

  “Don't stop, baby. Please, don't stop. Fuck, harder.”

  He slammed into me so hard I could barely hold onto his knees.

  “Alex, oh Alex,” I screamed, as I came around his cock so hard.

  He continued pumping into me until my body finally relaxed. His foot kicked the table out of the way that was in front of the couch.

  “On your knees, Sarah,” he snapped.

  I could hear his breathing pick up and wanted him all over again. He helped me up. I turned around and was on my knees on the floor.

  “On all four,” he said.

  I scooted my body so that I was right in front of him. He pulled his hand back and smacked my ass. The slap echoed through the room. I moaned out when he rubbed me. He smacked again and again. I found myself crying out over and over. He held my hips with his hands and thrust into me from his position on the couch. I shoved my ass back against him as we moved together. He reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled me back to him as he continued to fuck me hard. I could feel so much in his movements. My back arched so he could hit that perfect spot.

  “Harder, Alex,” I cried. “I want all of you. This is it for us. I want it all. Give me everything you've got. Fuck.Me.Hard.”

  It was the most intense and amazing experience. All of our emotions and feelings were surrounding us. He thrust into me as I pushed back against him. I reached down and began to rub my clit. He grabbed onto my hips, hovered over me, and fucked me harder. I screamed his name, and my pussy clenched his cock. My moans mixed with his and he continued to fuck me through my orgasm. His explosive release came just as mine ended. He collapsed onto my back and kissed my neck.

  Neither of us had any energy left. We found our way to the bedroom and curled up together. We woke up several times during the night to enjoy each other. We probably slept two hours total during the night. I woke up to Alex under the covers with his mouth between my legs. We got in one more round of earth shattering sex before throwing some clothes on and taking off out the door.

  We rode back to his dad's house in silence. I don't think either of us was prepared for what was to come. He waited in the car a few minutes after I went into the house. I showered quickly so I had could make sure I was dressed in time for the event of my life. She was taking over any chance I had at ever being happy. Alex was my happiness. The craziest part was she didn't even know it.

  My phone buzzed as I pulled the dress she bought me over my head.

  Alex: I just want you
to know that I really do care about you. You've been on my mind since I saw you looking up at the stars.

  Me: I care about you too. I always will.

  He left his room, and I followed behind him. My mom's friends were all seated in the backyard and so were his father's. He stood at the front with his dad. I walked down the aisle just before my mom. She seemed so happy, and Jack had the biggest smile on his face as well.

  As they said their vows, I couldn't help but watch Alex. Just as my mom said I do, I felt a tear slip down my cheek from the corner of my eye. I nodded to him with a sad look on my face, and he nodded back.

  Their friends cheered for the union that was just beginning, and my heart was breaking for the love I would never have. I put a fake smile on and hugged our parents before running through the house to be sick in the bathroom. It was all too much to handle. I had to get out of there.

  Dinner was being served when I walked into the yard. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. I hung around for dinner, but I never ate. Then I made my way to my room.

  I stared up at the ceiling as I tried to fall asleep, but it wasn't working. Quietly, I packed my bag and made my way downstairs and out the front door. Sally waited for me at the bottom of the driveway. I was so happy that she was willing to drive me back to school in the middle of the night.

  My phone buzzed the next morning, but I never looked at it. I left a note behind letting my mom know that I was with Sally, and she was taking me back to school.

  I spent the next month in my dorm room. My classes were just as hard as the ones the previous semester. I had enough homework to keep my mind busy. None of my classes were in the building Alex taught in. That was a relief. We hadn't seen each other since the wedding. He texted a few times, but I never answered him.

  Things weren't getting any easier for me. I had been sick a few times since the wedding. There was no way I could get him out of my mind. He was it for me, but I couldn't have him. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was deeply in love with him. The more I tried not to think about him, the more he entered my thoughts and dreams.