Stepbrother Underground: Forbidden. Raw. Dangerous.

by Fuchs, Jamie

  I grabbed my books and headed off to campus an hour early. Mary and I were to meet there to finish planning out my birthday party for that Friday.

  “Hey,” I said as I sat by books down on the desk next to Mary. She had beaten me to the study room.

  “Hey,” she greeted as she folded her arms over the open book in front of her. “So, are you going to talk today?”

  “About what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

  “Well, for one, the fact that you have a brother.”

  “Stop calling him that. He’s my stepbrother, and not a very good one at that.”

  “He looked like an all right guy. Actually, he looked exactly like the type of guy you tend to fall for. What’s up with that?”

  “Cut it out Mary.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you had a stepbrother?” she pressed.

  “It’s kind of a long story.”

  “I’m all ears.”

  “Well, he moved out seven years ago on his eighteenth birthday.”

  Mary looked at me patiently for a few seconds then gave me the go on look. “That’s it? That wasn’t a very long story.”

  “I guess,” I replied.

  “I mean, like, what was he like? Have you heard from him? Where’s he been? You know, good stuff.”

  “I have no idea where he’s been or what he’s been up to. He kind of just… disappeared.”

  “Ohh, mysterious. I like it! Go on.”

  I glared at her. “All I remember about him was that he was always the ‘bad boy’ and my dad would yell at him a lot, but he never changed. My dad wanted him to get better friends or to make something out of himself, but Josh was never interested in business.”

  “Sounds like something your dad would say,” Mary chimed in.

  “Josh always did this thing where he’d pin me down and hang his spit out of his mouth overtop of me. I fucking hated that. It was so gross.”

  “So kind of like last night, just without the spit.”

  “Yeah, but… it was different,” I said, realizing that this wasn’t a conversation that I wanted to have right now. Mary was probably going to dig deeper if I gave her anything to go on. “Anyway, we should get planning this party. We don’t have much time left.”

  “Are you going to invite Josh?” she asked.

  “Of course not!” I replied, astonished that she would even ask. “I wouldn’t even know where to find him.”

  The two of us put our heads down and got to work planning my party.

  Chapter 3

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  Friday rolled around faster than I ever could have hoped for. Mary and I finished off our last class of the day then drove to her house, where we would be hosting the party.

  The two of us spent the afternoon with a little buzz from our tequila sunrises as we hung decorations and prepared her backyard. By eight, everything was perfect, just in time for the early guests to arrive.

  As everyone showed up, they dropped their gifts off at the table just outside the door before heading into the backyard where the party would happen. It was a beautiful summer’s evening, the perfect temperature and only a warm breeze to speak of. Things couldn’t have been more ideal.

  Until I looked up to see him walking down the slope toward the party. Him and Alex.

  I elbowed Mary. “What’s he doing here?”

  “Who? Alex?”

  “No, dummy. Him!”

  “Oh, right. I thought it would be a good idea if he came.”

  “Mary!” I hissed.

  “What? You two can catch up.”

  Looking back in Josh’s direction, I saw he was only mere steps from us as he sorted through the crowd. He got a big grin on his face as he approached.

  “Hey, sis,” he said, punching me playfully on the arm.

  “What makes you think you can just show up here?” I asked grumpily.

  “Mary invited me,” he said, looking over at Mary who was now fixated on the ground in front of her.

  “You have to leave. Now,” I ordered.

  “Relax. The night is young. Let’s get drunk and do something stupid,” he said with that evil grin plastered all over his face again. “Happy birthday, sis!” Josh extended his hand that was holding a small wrapped box.

  I turned and left the conversation. That was about all of him I could handle for now. I walked away, cursing the fact that he had becoming so goddamn irresistible. How could the kid who had tormented me as a teenager turn into that?

  It didn’t matter. It was my birthday party and I was going to have fun, whether or not he was here. I walked over to the bar and asked for a shot and a triple. I’d need some alcohol to get through the night.

  I walked around the party, having some laughs with all the people who showed, but my eyes constantly wandered over to Josh. Every time, he was flirting with one of my friends. First Mary, then Jessica, then Ashley… Who exactly did he think he was?

  The triple that I had ordered was empty and I was more than under the influence. I was seeing red. I couldn’t take it anymore. I left the conversation I was having and marched straight over to him.

  Chapter 4

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  “You need to leave,” I said to him again.

  “Hold on just a second, Kate,” Josh said, referring to the girl he was talking to before I walked up. “Maybe we should take this inside,” he said to me before putting his strong arm around my shoulders and leading me to the house. The two of us stepped in the back door, shutting it and the noise of the party out.

  I was so angry at him, but I didn’t even understand why. Maybe it was because he’d left me with our parents. Maybe it was because he’d never cared about me, ever. Maybe it was because I couldn’t stop looking at those lips, imagining how good they would feel against mine.

  Maybe it was because he was an asshole for being here.

  “Look, Tess,” he began calmly. “I understand that you’re probably…”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Josh was driving me wild and now the alcohol was in control. This was going to be a decision that I’d regret for the rest of my life. I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and kissed him. I kissed my stepbrother like some kind of hungry animal.

  But he froze. He didn’t kiss me back, so I pulled away. With him looking into my eyes from only inches away, I feared what I had just done.

  Our gazes locked in a dead stare. The tension between us was impossibly thick.

  Then he kissed me back with even more intensity. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me against him, sliding his tongue past my lips. I responded in kind as the two of us frantically clawed at each other, trying to pull the other closer than was physically possible.

  Josh slid his hand up the back of my shirt, and his strong, warm palms on my tender skin had me melting. I reached behind him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it until it came up and over his head to expose those beautifully tattooed muscles.

  Pushing him further into the house, I directed him toward the spare bedroom that I had spent too many drunken nights crashing in. Our lips and hands were constantly exploring each other’s forbidden bodies the entire way there.

  When I shut the door behind us, Josh took control. He threw me down on the bed and took off my shirt as quickly as he could, then my bra. Finally, he began tugging on my tight pants until he could tear them off. I laid there in nothing but my panties as I watched him remove the rest of his clothes.

  I panted as he kicked off his boxers and climbed back up on top of me. He crushed his lips against mine for another heated kiss before he moved down to my right nipple. I moaned as he sucked on it while simultaneously massaging my other breast. His skin felt so good on mine, better than any man I’d ever had before.

  I ran my hands over his shoulders and all over his muscled back, grinding against his thigh. Oh, God. It was so naughty, but oh, so good.

  Josh kissed down my stomach and moved lower. With his mouth only inches fro
m my needy cunt, he pulled my panties off. I moaned excitedly as he kissed along my inner thigh, then gave the other the same treatment. My pussy cried out to be touched. I couldn’t control myself any longer.

  As his lips came in contact with my cunt, I lost all the air from my lungs with a single, satisfied groan. Josh wrapped his arms under my legs and grabbed hold of my hips, holding me in place as he licked up all my juices. His tongue rolled back and forth over my clit, sending impassioned throbs all through my body.

  I couldn’t handle this. It just wasn’t enough.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned.

  Josh didn’t hesitate. He crawled back up on top of me and rammed his cock deep within. I screamed inside of the quiet house as Josh began to grunt on top of me.

  His sex felt so good. Each time his hips slapped against mine, it added more to the burning fire inside of me. As he pinned me down by the shoulders, his groans turned into bellows and he thrust against me harder and harder. I could feel the buildup of an orgasm rising to the surface. If he was able to keep this up, I’d be screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

  I looked up into his eyes as he pulled out of me. They were glazed over with the hunger of an animal, but he didn’t let me look at them for long. He flipped me onto my stomach with his powerful muscles before climbing back on top of me. His cock wasn’t far behind as he plunged it back in, forcing another scream out of me and into the pillow.

  I clenched the bedsheet as he rammed into me from behind. His groans were like music to my ears, and soon I felt his strong hand making its way under my belly and down to my clit. He rubbed me quickly, bringing that budding orgasm back and nearly to fruition.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned as the pressure built up between my thighs. “Please, Josh.”

  The naughtiness factor multiplied everything by ten. What we were doing in this bed was completely forbidden, and we both knew it, yet neither of us could resist the temptation.

  Josh’s fingers continued with their rhythm as his groans turned into grunts. His thrusts became singular and powerful, ejaculating stream after stream of his warm cum into my cunt.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Waves of pleasure burst out and rippled through my body. I screamed into the pillow as he filled me with his seed. As soon as he was done, he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily as the two of us regained our composure.

  But then reality began to sink in. What had we just done?

  Josh pulled out, and with it came some of his cum. He quickly put his clothes back on before leaving me alone in the room.

  I couldn’t believe that just happened. I couldn’t believe that I had just let my stepbrother cum inside my pussy. What the hell had gotten into me? Thank God I was on the pill, otherwise I don’t know what I would have done. I reached for some Kleenex and wiped myself up before dressing.

  But how could I go back to that party?

  I had no choice. It was my birthday celebration. I had to go back. Letting out a deep sigh, I left the room and rejoined my friends. Mary came up to me. She was finally appearing a bit drunk.

  “Hey, where’s that sexy stepbrother of yours going?” she blurted, pointing to Josh as he walked away.

  “Leaving,” I said with as straight of a face as I could.

  “Aw, that’s too bad! If he had stayed, I might have given him a little surprise later… if you know what I mean,” she said with a wink.

  I wasn’t in the mood to discuss that with her right now. Especially not after the “surprise” that I had just given him. I squirmed as some of his leftover cum dripped into my panties.

  “Why are you turning so red all of a sudden?” Mary said, grabbing a loose strand of my hair that was hanging in front of my face. “And, why is your hair so messy?”

  “Your drink’s almost gone, Mary. Let me get you another one,” I replied, trying to get the hell away from that conversation.

  I began walking to the bartender before looking back at Mary. She was distracted by another group of drunk girls. I ran back to the house to clean up my panties and fix my hair before I returned.

  When I got back out, I ordered two shots. That was about all I could remember of the rest of the night.

  Chapter 5

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  I didn’t leave my room for the rest of that weekend. I couldn’t. There was no way I could face anyone until I figured out what I was going to do about this. I didn’t even know how the hell to contact Josh so we could talk about what we had done.

  It was so wrong. But I kept having these urges… these thoughts. It was undeniable that I wanted more, but probably only because I knew I couldn’t have it. I had to get him out of my mind and forget that he existed all over again.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  “Tess, can I come in?” It was my father.

  “Sure, whatever,” I replied without moving from my bed or taking my focus off of my phone.

  He entered the room and sat down in my desk chair. He spun around and rolled closer to me.

  “I set up a date for you tonight.”

  “Dad!” I groaned. “We’ve talked about this!”

  “I’m not taking no for an answer anymore, Tess. You’re an adult, and it’s time you stopped dating scum. I won’t be paying your bills forever, and especially not if you end up with a guy like that.”

  I returned my attention to my phone, uninterested in whatever he was saying. The guys he always had me date were so preppy. They’d pull my chair out for me, kiss my hand, open doors for me, and constantly beg for my affection. I wanted a guy with tattoos all over, a guy who didn’t give a shit, a guy like… Josh. But only like him. I didn’t actually want Josh.

  At least, that was what I would keep telling myself.

  “I thought maybe we could meet in the middle this time. Apparently, this guy has some tattoos leftover from a bad streak as a young adult. He’s going to be taking over Altar Enterprises after his father retires.”

  I put my phone down and looked over at him. That was unusual for my dad to do this. Maybe I could give this guy a try. At the very least, it might get my mind off of Josh.

  “What time?” I asked, making sure my voice didn’t sound too interested.

  “He’ll be here in an hour.”

  “Okay, fine. I’ll go on this date for you. But if it sucks just like all the others, I’m going to bring someone home that I like next time.”

  My dad looked at me disapprovingly as he stood up from the chair and left my room. I got up from my bed and prepared myself for the night.

  His name was Arthur and he showed up on time. As Dad’s chosen few usually did, he was driving some fancy sports car. He opened the car door for me and shut it as I sat in the passenger seat. I could already tell that he was just going to be another one of those guys.

  Arthur has reservations for us at some pasta place that I had been to a million times before. It was close to my house, so nearly every guy took me there. He pulled my chair out and I sat down at the table that he had reserved for us.

  Why didn’t any of these guys get it? I didn’t want to be treated like a princess.

  The conversation wasn’t much better. He spent the entire meal talking about his company and how much money he’d made. His accomplishments, whatever.

  I just needed a guy who could make me laugh, someone who would challenge me and understand that I wasn’t some helpless little girl who couldn’t handle herself. Sure, maybe I couldn’t overpower someone, but I sure as hell could move my own chair around and open a door for myself.

  After the meal, I walked beside Arthur toward his car. When we got close I yawned, claiming I was tired. A trick that usually worked pretty damn well on these pushovers.

  But not Arthur.

  “I’ll take you home after you pay me back for the meal.”

  I blinked at him. “Come again?”

  “I’m pretty sure you know what that means,” he said as he cornered me against his car and put a hand on my hip.


  I slapped it away. “That is not happening. You take me home right now.”

  “Just a kiss,” he said as he puckered up and began leaning in.

  I dodged the kiss and scrambled to get away from him, but he was persistent. Holding me in place, he tried to kiss me again.