My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection (Five Complete Box Sets)

by Cindy Wilder

  "Can I at least help pay for it?" I asked.

  "No," he said. "You have enough to pay for right now. I want to know you're okay. You're going to be living alone. I'm going to worry. It'll make me feel better knowing I can call you."

  "You don't have to worry about me," I said. "It's not your job. I'm a grown woman. I can worry about myself."

  I was drying off with a towel when he walked up and grabbed it. It took all I had not to touch him. I turned around so I was facing the other way. He was quiet for a second, and then it happened.

  "Fuck," I yelled out, as the towel snapped against my wet bikini bottom.

  It stung so badly. I had never felt anything like it.

  "That hurt," I cried out. "Did you learn that in the service? How the hell did you do that?"

  "I'm not telling my tricks," he said. "Did it really hurt that bad? Let me see it."

  I looked at him and felt my nostrils flare.

  "Yes it hurt," I said, as I rubbed my ass.

  "Seriously," he said. "Let me see it. I didn't think it would be that hard."

  He grabbed my arms and turned me around. I heard him suck air through his teeth.

  "I'm so sorry. It's really red."

  He pulled me into his chest, and his hand went down and rubbed my ass. I couldn't take it. The feelings moving through my body were too much, and I shoved him away quickly.

  "What?" he asked. "I was trying to rub the sting. I'm sorry, Carrie. I really didn't mean to hurt you. You know I'd never do it on purpose, right?"

  When I didn't say anything, he took my arm in his hand and spun me around. I knew the moment his eyes saw the tears when his body tensed. He rubbed the tears from my eyes and held my cheeks in his hands.

  "Don't cry, sweetheart," he said. "I'm so sorry for hurting you."

  "It's not that," I said.

  "What is it?" he asked.

  I pulled my face from his hands, grabbed my stuff, and walked away.

  "Come on," I said. "We need to go."

  I couldn't take all of the emotions he was bringing to the surface. I was happy, scared, sad, and mushy all at the same time. He didn't know I cared about him the way I did. There was no way I could tell him. We had gotten so close in those two years, and I didn't want to lose that. If I told him, he would leave me. He would stop talking to me. I couldn't risk losing him just to see if he felt what I did.

  We ordered pizza and had it delivered. I showered and changed. He showered and put on a pair of shorts he brought with him. There were no chairs, and my only television was in my bedroom. We sat on the bed and ate. I laughed about how I wasn't allowed to eat in my room at home. It was one example of me being able to do what I wanted. He joked about the first night he met me and how Rosie let me eat in my room while he sat with our parents.

  He leaned back against my headboard, and I turned on a movie. When he pulled me close to him, I didn't pull away. There were only two nights left before he had to leave. I didn't want to be away from him. My head rested on his chest. I felt it rise and fall with each breath he took. It took all I had not to tell him how I felt about him. We both fell asleep. He slept the entire night in that position. When I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he was looking down at me.

  "Are you okay?" I asked. "I can't believe you slept like that. Is your neck alright?"

  He nodded and laughed.

  "I've slept in stranger positions than that," he said.

  I instantly felt my heart sink.

  "I bet you have," I said, as I moved to sit up.

  His hand was on my arm before I could move from the bed.

  "I didn't mean like that," he said. "I meant for work, dirty girl."

  "I didn't say a word," I said.

  There was a knock on the door, and we both jumped up from the bed.

  "Another reason living alone is good," I said.

  "What do you mean?" he asked.

  "If I have a guy in my bed, I don't have to answer the door and Rosie can't see me," I said.

  He swatted at me, as I ran passed him for the bathroom.

  "So not funny," he said.

  "That's not what I meant, dirty boy," I mocked.

  "That's exactly what you meant," he snapped.

  I heard him talking to a man. The furniture was there. I quickly got dressed and went to see everything. They put each piece where I wanted it. The only thing that needed put together was my desk. When they left, Kyle looked over at me.

  "I'll get the desk," he said.

  "You don't have to do that. I'll get someone else to do it later," I said.

  "Like who?" he asked. "The guy in your bed?"

  "Are you jealous?" I asked.

  "Not at all," he said with a grunt.

  I went out to get us food, and he took a break to eat. We sat in the living room and watched television. It really was pretty comfortable and homey. I looked over at him with a smile.

  "What?" he asked.

  "I have a home," I said. "A real home."

  His eyes narrowed.

  "I always thought of my dad's house as home. When I was gone for so long, it didn't feel the same going back. I never felt at home with my mom anywhere. This feels like home. It's mine. I can't believe it's really mine."

  "It is," he said. "I'm really proud of you, Carrie."

  "I'm proud of you too," I said.

  He let out a long breath and stood up.

  "I guess I should get back to the desk. I want it done before I leave."

  He turned and walked back into the bedroom that was going to be my office. I followed behind and watched him. It was so sexy the way his muscles moved while he worked. He had a little sweat on his forehead when he stood. Without thinking, I reached out and wiped it away. He smiled, and I could have sworn he leaned into my touch. I jerked away quickly and nervously put my hands at my sides. He put the desk where I wanted it.

  "Sit down," he said. "I want to see you sitting behind your desk."

  I walked over to my chair with confidence and sat down. With my chair pulled in, I pretended to be on an important call behind a computer. Kyle burst out laughing.

  "Hey," I said. "Don't make fun of me. One day I'm going to be someone."

  "You already are," he said.

  When he turned around and walked out of the room, I heard him mumble under his breath.

  "You're someone to me."

  I got up and walked out behind him.

  "I guess I should get going. You've got everything where you need it. It looks really good in here. You picked a nice place. I am happy for you."

  "Thanks for all of your help and keeping me sane the last two years. You have no idea how much I looked forward to sending you pictures and how long I spent thinking of ways to fuck with you."

  He laughed as he grabbed his swim trunks and shorts from earlier. I couldn't hold back. He was getting ready to walk out the door. Neither of us knew how long it would be before we saw each other again. I was so worried that they were going to send him off somewhere. He turned around and looked at me, and I burst into tears. It wasn't two seconds before he dropped his stuff, crossed the room, and pulled me into his arms.

  "Don't cry, sweetheart," he said. "Please."

  He brushed his hand through my hair and rubbed my back. I buried my face in his chest so he couldn't see me.

  "I don't want you to leave, Kyle," I cried. "I've missed you so much and just gotten you back. I don't know when I'm going to see you again. What if it's years? Shit, Kyle. I don't know if I can do it. I can't watch you walk out of here. Please don't leave me."

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him so tight. He moved to pull back but I wouldn't let him. He grabbed my legs and lifted. I wrapped them around his waist. He walked over to my new couch and sat down with me in his arms.

  "Look at me, Carrie," he said softly.

  I shook my head and held on. If I didn't let go, he couldn't leave.

  "I'm right here," he said. "Look at me. I want to see your
face. Please, baby. Look at me."

  I took a deep breath and looked up at him.

  "We are going to talk or text every day. You know that. I don't want to leave you. I have to go. If I would have known you were going to be in my life, I'm not sure what I would have done. I like being a part of this amazing country. I'm not sure I would change that. Fighting for your freedom is very important to me. You know that you are the most important person in my life. I care about you so damn much."

  "I care about you, Kyle," I said. "I care about you more than you think."

  He took my cheeks in his hands and looked into my eyes.

  "Why do you want that car? Why won't you let your dad buy you a new one?" he asked.

  "I'm going to be honest. I hope we can still talk. You're all I have. I know I have my dad and Rosie, but it's so different with you. You know things about me that nobody else knows. That car is the only thing I have that's yours. That's why I keep it. It makes me feel close to you."

  "Damn, Carrie," he whispered, as he leaned his forehead against mine. "I'm here, baby. I'm not going anywhere. It's tearing me apart to leave. You're the reason I came home. I had to see you and your smart mouth."

  "I try not to think about you. I really do. It's so damn hard, Kyle. I look at my phone hoping you'll call or text. It takes all I have not to get on a plane and come see you. You don't get how much you mean to me. If I work full-time and load myself down with classes, maybe just maybe I won't think about you so much."

  I put my hands on his cheeks and leaned down so I could see his eyes.

  "I need you, Kyle," I whispered.

  "I need you too, baby," he said.

  His hand went to the back of my head, as his lips crushed down hard on mine and took my breath away. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back against the couch, as I kissed him back. He bit my bottom lip and I gasped, opening for him. His tongue entered my mouth. It was so much hotter than our kiss we had shared two years before. My tongue tangled with his for control. It was that moment or not at all. He would be gone the following morning. I knew what I wanted.

  He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I was so nervous, but there was no way I wanted him to see it. My mind was fighting me. Would I be good enough? Would he like my body? I was sure he had been with his share of women while he was gone. How would I compare to them. He undid my bra and slid it off. My arms moved to cover my breasts, but he stopped me.

  "I want to see you, Carrie," he said. "Don't hide from me."

  "I'm just not sure how I'll compare to the women you've," I began, but he quickly cut me off.

  "There is no comparison between you and anyone else. Don't ever say that again," he said, as he brought his lips to mine.

  My hands went to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. I had dreamt of feeling his muscles so many times and only had a few hours left to do it. My hands went to his chest. I rubbed down to his abs. He was so damn muscular. His hands went to my breasts. He cupped his hands around them. When his fingers rolled my nipples, my head fell back and I moaned. He leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. My hand found the back of his head and held him there. I felt his cock harden in his shorts against me.

  My hand went below the waist of his jogging shorts and I gasped. Just as I thought, he was missing underwear. His bare, hard cock was in my hand. He pulled my nipple between his teeth and growled, as he flicked his waist up. I could feel my hand shaking while I moved it up and down his large shaft. Part of me had to wonder if he would even fit inside of me.

  "You okay?" he whispered around my other nipple.

  "More than okay," I said.

  I ground my hips against him. He flipped me onto my back and hovered over me. When he moved to pull my shorts down my legs, I took a big breath in. He looked up at my eyes and smiled. I had on pink lace panties. He groaned when his hand cupped me through the thin material. I watched as he slid them to the side and his tongue licked up my thigh. When it made contact with the wetness I was already feeling for him, I moaned. He licked up my folds and circled my clit. My hips went forward to get him closer. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt.

  "Kyle," I moaned.

  "So fucking good," he growled.

  The vibration of his words had my hand on the back of his head in seconds. He grabbed my panties and ripped them from my body. My eyes widened at seeing that side of him. His tongue went to my clit as he moved his fingers through my juicy path. When he entered my pussy with his finger, my back arched and I cried out.

  "Fuck, Kyle."

  I felt him chuckle against my clit. My hand held his face against me, as my hips thrust forward against his finger. He pulled his finger out and plunged it back in. His motions sped up as his pressure on my clit increased. I thought I was going to explode. My head fell back, my eyes closed, my hand held on tight, and my hips writhed around beneath him. I gripped the couch with my other hand to try and ground myself. I literally felt like something was going to happen to my body. He continued to fuck me with his finger. He sucked my clit hard, and I couldn't hold back. My cries all mixed together into something I couldn't understand. My pussy sucked hard on his finger, as black filled my eyes. Little bursts of color shot through my mind. It was the most incredible thing I had ever experienced.

  Kyle crawled up the couch over me with the biggest smile on his face.

  "That was amazing," I said, as I grabbed his cheeks and covered his mouth with mine.

  I could taste myself on his tongue. He pulled back and looked at me.

  "That was beautiful. Watching you come was like nothing I have ever seen. I can't wait to do that again."

  He scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all and walked down the hall to my room. When he dropped me on the bed and pulled his shorts down, I gasped. It was the first time I had ever seen him. He looked even bigger than he felt. When he crawled up my body giving me tiny kisses everywhere, I felt a shiver start at my toes and move all the way to the tips of my fingers. His lips came down on mine. I felt his knee between my legs, as he spread them. His hard cock was against my stomach. When he ran it up and down my pussy, I clenched my legs together.

  "I have to tell you something, Kyle," I said, as I wrapped my arms tight around his neck.

  "What?" he asked, as he pulled back and looked into my eyes.

  "It's my first time," I said.

  His eyes widened. I felt him try to move, but I tightened my grip.

  "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

  "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life," I said, as I reached over, opened a drawer, and pulled out a condom.

  "What do you have these for?" he asked. "Who were you planning?"

  I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and he groaned.

  "You have no idea how badly I wanted this moment to happen. I've been dreaming about it for two years. I want you, Kyle. I need to feel you inside of me. I want you to be my first so badly."

  He ripped open the packet. I watched as he covered his length. He hovered over my body with his cock against my entrance, but he didn't move.

  "Take me, Kyle," I said. "Please."

  He looked deep into my eyes, as he entered me slowly. I felt each inch of him fill me. The pain only lasted a second before turning into pure pleasure. I watched the muscles in his arms tighten and release each time he pumped into me. Before long, his slow movements began to quicken. His mouth covered mine.

  "Fuck, baby," he groaned into my mouth. "You feel so damn good. You're so tight and perfect."

  I held onto his back, as my hips met each of his thrusts. It felt better than I ever thought it could. My legs went around his waist as I held onto him.

  "Harder, please," I cried out. "I need all of you, Kyle."

  He growled into my mouth, as he increased his pace and thrust into me hard and deep. It felt like I was stretched passed my limit. I wasn't sure I could take much more. My legs tightened around his w
aist and my hands felt the muscles in his back. He was so incredibly sexy. His weight shifted to one side as his other hand wrapped in my hair and pulled hard. I felt a jolt shoot straight to my pussy. He wanted me. Kyle really wanted me. His mouth came down on my neck, as he sucked it hard between his lips. I felt myself getting closer to what was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm. My fingers dug into his back. He growled and the vibrations against neck had me grabbing him even harder.

  "Fuck, Kyle," I cried out. "Oh, Kyle."

  His grip on my hair tightened and he fucked me even harder. His cock reached so deep inside of me. He hit the perfect spot, and my pussy tightened around him.

  "You're so damn perfect, baby," he groaned. "It feels so good. You have no idea how good your pussy feels around my dick. I want to fuck you so hard."

  "Don't hold back, Kyle," I said. "I want to feel you."

  He grabbed the headboard with both hands and looked down at me, as I bit my lower lip. He thrust into me so hard I let out a loud cry and my back arched off the bed. My hips met each deep plunge he gave me. My cries ran together. I gripped the sheets in my hands, threw my head back, and looked up into his eyes. He fucked me so hard that I flew over the edge and spiraled into the most intense orgasm. He followed right behind me. I felt his cock twitch as he closed his eyes and came. His breathing was so fast. I reached up to touch his chest and could feel his heart beating hard. When he let his body down on mine, I wanted to feel his warmth forever.

  "Are you okay?" he asked, as he rolled to the side.

  I leaned up on my elbow and ran my fingers through the sweat glistening on his chest. His eyes were closed. I watched him and tried to memorize everything I could about him.

  "Perfect," I said.

  He stood up and left the room. When he came back, he told me open my legs. The warmth of the washcloth soothed the sting that had settled over my pussy. I wanted to feel him there. I never wanted to forget what he felt like. He got back in bed and pulled me against his chest.

  "Do you still want to talk to me?" I asked.

  "Every single day," he said, as he kissed the top of my head.