My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection (Five Complete Box Sets)

by Cindy Wilder

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “Anywhere but here,” I said, as a tear slid from the corner of my eye.

  I quickly brushed it away. Billy had a sad look on his face as he watched me for a second.

  “What happened?” he asked.

  “I need some air,” I blurted out, as I stood up.

  I took off out the door at the back of the house and ran for the shed. When I got next to it, I stopped to catch my breath. With my hands over my head and my forehead leaning against the cool metal, I took a deep breath in and back out. My chest felt like it was caving in on me.

  I heard a noise and saw a shadow in the light. When I walked behind that shed, I knew it was going to be dark and I would barely be able to see him. It needed to be over. I needed to talk to him and get away as fast as I could.

  “Back here, Tara,” he said.

  I could hear the joy in his voice in those three words. What a creep, I thought. I took one more deep breath, stood tall, and walked behind the shed. There was a tiny bit of light coming back and around from the house. I could see his shadow but couldn't make out his features very well.

  “I'm happy to see you did what you were told. My brother found a woman willing to do what it takes to keep him from being hurt. I like that. It makes everything that much sweeter. I can see what he sees in you. You're beautiful, have a great body, and are extremely loyal. I can still hear you calling his name, as I made you come. Do you remember that? You were amazing. He's a lucky man. I touched you. I tasted you. I fucked you. The only thing I haven't had is your mouth around my cock. I still want that. I want to know when you're calling out his name for him, that my dick's been in that sweet mouth of yours. When he kisses you, I'll know I've been there. I give you credit. I didn't think you had it in you. I thought for sure you would have caved and told him about me. That would have been just fine with me. I would have been able to see the same pain in his eyes that he caused me. You didn't say a word. I want one more thing from you. If you do it, everything will be over. I'll leave you alone, and we can all be one big, happy family. Your man will never find out that you aren't that perfect woman he thought you were. Our parents will go on living their blissful married life. Nobody will know anything. I'll live every day knowing that I've been inside his woman. I'll have that satisfaction when I see him. It will be more than enough for me. I'll see how happy he is with you, but I'll know the truth. So will you.”

  I looked down at my feet. He was saying if I did one more thing with him, nobody would know and he would leave me alone.

  “I'm going to change my clothes. When I come back, I want you on your knees and waiting for me. Do you hear me? I don't want to hear a single word come from your mouth. You are to be silent, on your knees, and waiting to suck my cock. I want you to undo my pants, pull them down, and free me. Then I want you to take me in your hands. I want you to suck me so damn hard and good. I want to feel the back of your throat as you slide me down it. I won't say a word, but you'll keep going. I want to feel you take every last drop I give you. When you're done, I want you to look up at my eyes. I want you to speak one line. “I did this for Brad.” Then I want you to get up and walk away. We will be done. I will leave you alone from that moment on.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked him.

  “I am very serious. That is all you have to do, and your man will never know anything. You two can live your happy lives. Just think about it. You have a few minutes to decide. I'll be right back. Remember how I want you. I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me.”

  Brayden turned and walked away. I couldn't believe what he had just said to me. He wanted me to blow him. If I blew him, everything would be over. My dad and Jen could go on happily married. Neither of them would look down on me. Brad would never be hurt, and I wouldn't have to deal with Brayden ever again. He would be finished with his need for revenge. Brad wouldn't have to go through anymore shit with him. As I thought about each of them, I felt so sad. I couldn't touch another man. There was no way. The asshole was giving me that out. He was giving me the chance to not hurt any of them. There was no way I could touch him or put him in my mouth knowing it was him. That was the only way to keep my man. How fucked up was that, I thought? If I didn't do it, he was going to tell Brad what happened. It was going to ruin the two of us and possibly both of our relationships with our families. That asshole had really thought everything through. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing he hurt Brad. It didn't even matter that Brad knew about it.

  I wanted my man more than anything in the world. I wanted my dad to be proud of me. It was easy. All I had to do was one thing, but I couldn't do it. What happened with Brayden wasn't intentional on my part. It was wrong. I knew that. I knew how Brad was going to see it. He was going to see it as cheating. I totally understood all of that. When I was with him, I thought he was Brad. In my mind and heart, I thought I was with my man. Getting down on my knees and blowing Brayden wasn't something I could do. I knew it sounded crazy. We had already done so much together. Would that one thing really make a difference? To Brad it might not, but to me it did. I couldn't touch Brayden. There was no way.

  I took a deep breath in and out, as I waited for him. Each second that passed made my blood boil a little more. I couldn't believe someone could be that shitty to their own family. It pissed me off that he was making me choose to end my relationship with the man I cared so much about. He didn't make the choice for me and tell Brad. He was forcing me to decide what happened. I could hurt my man and lose him, or I could live a lie and keep him. I can't remember feeling that much anger towards anyone in my life. Even the anger I felt when I lost my mom wasn't as horrible as what I was feeling as I waited for him to return. Each tick of the clock felt like a kick in the stomach. I couldn't do it. There was no way I would touch him. He was one twisted asshole, and I was pissed beyond belief.

  When I saw his shadow approaching, I knew it wouldn't be long before he told his brother. I regretted every moment that I hadn't spent with Brad that week. What I wouldn't give to have him hold me one more time. He was the one that always knew when I needed him. What was I going to do without him, I wondered? It should have been a happy summer. We were home together. I was just getting ready to start my first job. We could have been so happy. I saw the smile on Brayden's face as he rounded the bend. It took all I had not crush him like he deserved. He was built like Brad, and I wasn't positive that he wouldn't actually hurt me.

  He walked quietly behind the shed, turned to face me, and stood silent. I couldn't believe he was doing exactly what he said he would. His eyebrows arched, as he stood watching me. He was expecting me down on my knees but I wasn't. I looked into his eyes. He stood frozen in place waiting for me to make my move. I couldn't take the silence between us one more second. The pounding sound in my head was getting louder and felt like it was going to explode. Every nerve in my body was on alert, and I felt like I was going to collapse.

  “Don't say one single word until I am done,” I snapped. “Do you hear me?”

  He nodded his head.

  “I can't do it. I will never in your life touch you knowing who you are.”

  His eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to speak.

  “Stop,” I snapped. “I'm talking now. You've tortured me for an entire week. It's my turn to speak.”

  His eyes widened, and he closed his mouth.

  “When I walked into the hallway that night and saw you, I was so excited. I couldn't believe Brad was there and we were going to spend the summer together. I called you Brad over and over. You hugged me back when I wrapped my arms around your neck. When I went back to my room, all I could think about was being with him. I even thought about going to him, but then I heard my door open and close. When the bed dipped behind me, I couldn't wait to be in his arms. It was so dark, and I couldn't wait to be with him. I had just left him but missed him so much. When it all happened, I was so happy. I knew he was more aggressive than any time we
had been together, but I thought it was because he was so happy to have me there. Something felt off, but I thought it was just me being nervous about our parents. When you left my room, I was so excited for the summer. My man was going to be with me the entire time, and it was going to be perfect. The thought of seeing him every day made me so happy.”

  As I spoke, I could hear his breathing getting harder. He was probably just pissed that I hadn't done as he asked. There was no way I was stopping until I finished everything I had to say.

  “When I sat at dinner next to you, I was the happiest girl in the world. I wasn't sure how we were going to make it work, but I knew we could. There was no way anything was going to tear us apart. Then I heard the front door open, and my life shattered. The hair on the back of my neck stood and I felt the familiar shiver as soon as he spoke. My man was at the front door. When I looked over and saw that satisfying smirk on your face, I thought I was going to be sick. I knew Brad had two brothers, but he never told me one of them was his identical twin. He was the only man I had ever been with. How could you take that away from me, you piece-of-shit? You thought it was so funny. I had never done a single thing to hurt anyone, and I couldn't figure out why you were doing that to me. What was even worse was that you were hurting your own family. You've made my life hell. This was the longest and worst week of my life. You've left me notes and made so many comments. It was so bad, Brad had to leave. I felt like he left me to deal with you on my own. He fucking left me alone with you.”

  I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks, but I didn't care that he was seeing my emotions. The fucker won. He was ending everything happy about my life.

  “Brad told me about that girl. The entire reason you've done all of this. He never slept with her. She was never pregnant with his baby. You let one girl come between your entire family. Put aside what you are doing to him and me. What do you think this is going to do to your mom and my dad? They're happy together. Do you think this won't destroy their relationship? They're going to think I'm some kind of slut. I thought you were him. I never would have touched you. Think about what you did tonight. You told me all I had to do was suck your dick.”

  I heard a growl come from his chest. He was getting pissed, but I didn't care.

  “You told me if I blew you, that you would let it all go. You would never tell any of them. I could still have my man, and you would have your satisfaction. Our parents would go on with their life together. You made me choose. I couldn't do it. I would never do that to him. He's going to hate me when he finds out. I know that. I never did anything with you knowing it was you. There is no way I could do anything with anyone but him. I planned on telling him tomorrow. I just wanted our parents to have their wedding day in peace. I was never planning to keep it from him. I'm going to lose him. I can't imagine what I'm going to do without him. There's no way I can go back to school in August. I don't ever want to see him with another woman. I'm going to give up the only two people that matter in my life, and it's all your fault. I should have known it wasn't him. That hurts me so bad. Something was off, but I didn't want hurt his feelings. I just want him to be happy. When I leave, he'll be happy. He will move on to the next woman and won't have to be reminded of how horrible I am. You are a poor excuse for a brother. You don't deserve to have such a good mother. Mine was taken from me. You have one that loves you so much. Brad cares about you too. He wanted to get passed what happened so you two could be a family. You don't deserve him. He's too damn good for you.”

  I stopped for a moment.

  “I don't deserve him either. I never did. I deserve to be alone forever. You have no idea how much I love him. Do you hear me? I fucking love him so damn much. How could you do this?”

  Without warning, he grabbed the back of my head and claimed my mouth hard. I gasped and pushed against his chest.

  “Get the fuck off of me,” I snapped.

  He pulled away and I could see tears in his eyes. My eyes widened at the realization that I had been set up. I had just confessed everything that had happened to the man I loved. That fucker sent Brad out for me to suck his cock and tell on myself when I was finished. He was even worse than I thought.

  “Brad,” I whispered.

  “Yes,” he said.

  I grabbed his arms to hold myself steady and could feel how tight and tense his body was.

  “I'm sorry,” I whispered. “I'm so damn sorry. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. I never should have come home. I wish I could go back. You have no idea how badly I wish I could just go back. I never even knew you had a twin. I thought it was you. I thought you came home early.”

  My entire body was shaking and sobs were spilling out of me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The rain began to drip down on both of us. I was still wearing my dress, and he had changed into jeans.

  He grabbed the back of my head, wrapped his hand in my hair, and pulled back hard so my neck was open to him. I moaned into the air, as the rain fell onto my face and mixed with my tears. Brad placed tiny, rough kisses along my neck. I could feel his body shaking in my hands. His breathing was hard, and I had no idea what was going to happen. He came back up my neck and claimed my mouth hard. I felt like my lips instantly bruised. He bit and sucked my bottom lip before thrusting his tongue into my mouth. There was nothing slow or sweet about his movements. It was about him commanding and owning me. He was pouring all of his emotions into his actions. I felt so bad for what I had done to him. My tongue danced with his. His movements were hard. Both of his hands were on the sides of my face as he held me there. My hands dug into the muscles on his arms. I was so afraid he was going to disappear and couldn't let him go.

  His hands roamed down my dress to my breasts. He kneaded them through the thin fabric, and my nipples pebbled beneath his fingers. I felt him pull my bra down so the only thing between him and my skin was the light material of my dress. He rolled my nipples through his fingers. When he pinched and pulled them, my back arched and I moaned into the night air. Drops of rain continued to fall and cool my skin.

  Brad pushed me back against the cold metal of the shed. His body was hard against mine. I could feel his heart beat fast against my chest. There wasn't an inch of space between us. His knee shoved between my legs, and I moved to open them. He rubbed his knee against the spot I wanted him most, and I ground against him. I felt his hands go down to his pants, as he undid them. He brought the packet to his teeth and tore it open. A few moments later, he pulled my dress up around my waist. I knew I was soaking wet and ready for him. He looked deep into my eyes, as he tore my panties from me. I let out a gasp, and he smiled. There was no love in what he was doing. It was all pure emotion.

  He grabbed my leg and lifted it around his waist. When I felt the head of his cock against my entrance, my head fell back as water rained down from the sky. He thrust up into me, and I cried out in pleasure. My hands went to his hair and grabbed on. He let out a growl, as I tightened my grip. His mouth came down hard on mine. He nipped at my bottom lip and thrust his in tongue into my mouth again. When he pumped into me deep and hard, I deepened our kiss. It was so passionate and deep. I could hardly breathe and pulled away to catch my breath. He grabbed my other leg and lifted it around his waist. His hands held my hips tight as he thrust into me hard. I put my hands on his shoulders and lifted off of him before letting myself fall down onto him. I cried out as he filled me completely. My back brushed up and down against the cold shed as he filled me over and over with his hard cock. My hair was soaked and stuck to my face. I threw my head back and cried out. He fucked me harder and more aggressive than he ever had. I had no idea what was going through his mind. The harder he pumped, the louder I cried out.

  “Fuck, Brad,” I yelled. “Oh, don't stop.”

  I felt the tips of his fingers digging into my hips as he continued to take me.

  “Mine,” he yelled. “You're fucking mine.”

  When I lifted my head to look at him, his eyes were closed and rain was pouring down
his face. He plunged into me even harder, and I felt like I burst into a million pieces as I came around his cock. My pussy pulsed and he groaned. A few pumps later, I felt him release. I soaked up the feeling of his cock twitching inside of me. His head fell forward against my forehead, but he never said a word.

  A few moments later, he put me on my feet. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I watched him pull his pants and boxers up. He zipped and buttoned his jeans. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the house. I slid down the shed onto my ass and cried. By the time I stood up, my dress was all muddy, my hair was a mess, and I knew my makeup was running down my face. I quietly walked into the house and up the stairs to my room unnoticed.

  I quickly got out of my wet clothes and put on shorts and a t-shirt. He knew, I thought. Brad knew what happened. It would be up to him if anyone else found out. I never meant to hurt anyone. Maybe he would keep it to himself. I would leave, and they would all be a family. My heart was broken, and my man was gone. I had lost him. It was like he had just said goodbye.

  As the tears continued to stream down my face, I packed all of my clothes in bags and boxes. Some of my stuff was still packed from school. I was afraid to let myself move in completely. It only took an hour for me to finish. When I opened my door, all of the lights were off. I quietly took my boxes out to my dad's car. In the morning, I was leaving. My dad knew I started my job Monday, and it was close to the apartment. I planned to move back in there. He had already offered to keep it until I went back to school. My job would be my excuse.