Romance: Yes, Stepbrother!

by Annie Valentine

  Gerald rolled his eyes and clapped his son on the back. “Relax boy, she’s just messing with you and Kylie. Geez, you two have been so tense lately. You guys need to relax, go have some fun.”

  Brandon and Kylie spared a glance at one another as their parents laughed at one another’s taunting. If only they really knew how much fun they were having with one another. Before Kylie or Brandon could retort, a knock sounded at the door, and Brandon went to answer it.

  “Jake?” Brandon asked with surprise. He caught himself and quickly changed his tone. “I mean, hey buddy. What’s up?”

  Jake let himself into the house. “Hey man. I’m actually here to see Kylie if that’s okay.”

  Brandon opened his mouth to tell him to go away, but as he did so Cassie came around the corner to see who was at the door.

  “Why Jake Gilbert! I haven’t seen you since your high school graduation!”

  Jake smiled widely and took off his old navy blue baseball cap. “Hello ma’am,” he greeted. “Nice to see you again.”

  “You boys going to run off before supper?” Cassie asked. “Why don’t you stay and have a plate with us? It’s just about ready.”

  Jake smoothed a hand down his simple white V-neck t-shirt and moved towards Cassie to shake her hand. “Actually I was here to call on Kylie. But yes ma’am, I’d love to stay for dinner. That barbeque sure smells good. You can smell it a clear mile down the road.”

  Brandon gave Jake a dirty look as he continued to move into the house and greet his dad and Cassie. Looking over at Kylie, he saw that she looked mortified at Jake being there. A part of him, the cave man part, felt happy to know that she wanted him there just about as much as he did. He watched as she stammered a hello and gave him the lightest of hugs. He wanted so badly to grab Jake by scruff of his neck and haul him out of the house; teach him a thing or two that he learned in combat as a marine, but he would never disrespect his father’s house by doing so. Instead, he pushed a large white ceramic platter into Kylie’s hands and asked her to come with him to get some of the chicken off the spit.

  “What the hell is he doing here?” Kylie hissed as soon the back patio door slid shut.

  “Beats the hell out of me,” Brandon replied, trying not to look too suspicious. He focused on the pit, opening the giant lid and turning the chicken and ribs over with the giant tongs. “Maybe he’s wondering why you didn’t call him.”

  Kylie rolled her eyes and relaxed a little. She was used to dealing with boys who couldn’t take the hint that she wasn’t interested. “I’ll talk to him after dinner. Get it across that he hasn’t a chance.”

  Brandon softened, and took the platter out of her hands. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice soft. “I mean, are things still okay between us?”

  Kylie could feel the dampening of her panties just from the change of tone in his voice, going from casual to sensual. “Yes,” she rasped. Turning around, she looked to make sure that no one was at the window watching her. “I miss you.”

  Realizing that she was gravitating towards him, Kylie took a step backwards, catching her heel on an uprooted flagstone. With a rush of air, she felt her body going backwards, her head going straight for the stone steps. A cry left her lips just as Brandon’s arms wrapped around her and saved her from cracking her skull open on the flagstone. For a moment, she stayed suspended in Brandon’s arms, forgetting that her family and an unwanted guest were just on the other side of the glass doors.

  “I miss you too,” Brandon murmured, his eyes locked on hers. “I want to see you. Tonight.”

  ~

  Kylie had never sat through a more awkward dinner in her life. Brandon had studied Jake like a hawk, and would often cut him off midsentence as he was holding a conversation with Gerald or Cassie. Kylie herself tried to focus only on her food, claiming that she had skipped breakfast and lunch due to a good book and that she was starving. Throughout the meal, Cassie kept nudging her daughter under the table, encouraging her to talk to the handsome suitor. Try as she might though, Kylie couldn’t find a footing on a conversation and sat in silence for most of the meal.

  When it was over, Gerald offered to take everyone down to the ice cream parlor and treat them all to cones. Jake was all for it, but Kylie and Brandon both said that they were too full from dinner. Cassie, thinking that her daughter wanted some alone time with Jake, winked at her and suggested that she and Gerald walk to the parlor, three miles away, instead of driving, to work off the meal and to ‘give the kids some privacy.’ Jake quickly agreed and while Brandon cleaned up after meal, took her to the back patio to talk.

  “So you never called,” Jake said, as soon as the doors were shut. He led her over to two of the lawn beds, and sat down in one. He tried to pull Kylie down onto the bed with him, but she slipped through his hand and took a seat on the opposite bed.

  “Jake, listen. You’re really sweet and all. And if I was living back home, or even made trips back here on my breaks, I would have definitely considered giving you a call. But the truth is, this summer is a one-time thing. I volunteer over my breaks and focus entirely on my school work during the semester.” She tugged at her lilac maxi dress uncomfortably, wishing she wasn’t wearing something so revealing. It was making her uncomfortable how often Jake’s eyes roamed from her eyes to her chest.

  “Yeah, but you graduate next year, right? We could enjoy a summer fling, then when you come back home we could”-

  Kylie started to feel irritated. Jake wasn’t listening to her, and she hated when guys did that.

  “No, Jake. You’re not getting it. “I’ll be done with my undergrad, yes. But then I’m going to go immediately into my master’s program, and from there into something like the World Help Organization. I’m not coming home.”

  “Yeah, but-“

  “She said no, dude,” Brandon butted in. Kylie had been getting so riled up that she hadn’t even seen him open and close the patio door to come outside.

  Jake stood up, holding out his hand. “Listen brother, I know you’re just being protective, but you haven’t been home in a long time. I’ve grown up. Your sister grew up. We’re adults now and we’re interested in each other.”

  Brandon felt anger lace through his veins and locked his jaw and squeezed his fist. He wanted badly to punch the guy in the face, even though he knew it wasn’t the answer.

  “She said no, Jake,” Brandon said through clenched teeth.

  Kylie, sensing the tension, stepped in between the two testosterone filled men.

  “That’s right,” she added. “I said no. I mean no. I’m flattered that you stopped by, Jake. But I am not, and will not be interested. Understand?”

  Jake looked from Kylie’s face to Brandon’s, both of them wearing apparent anger. Finally, he stepped away and held his hands up in surrender. The point was finally made clear to him.

  “Fine. Fine. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way, Kylie,” Jake apologized.

  The tension slowly eased out of Kylie’s body, and she gave the man a small smile. “It’s okay,” she soothed. “But in the future maybe try to take a woman’s first no as is, all right?”

  “Let me walk you out,” Brandon said, still full of hostility. Jake didn’t disagree, but instead let the marine walk him through the house and to the front door. Before he let Brandon close it however, he held open the door and looked the man square in the eye.

  “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but it’s sick,” Jake spat.

  “Excuse me?” Brandon asked, feeling the anger rise up and beat against his rib cage, begging to be let out.

  “I saw you last weekend, with your hand on her thigh,” Jake replied, his eyes full of jealousy. “You’re way too protective of her, not letting her get a real man that can be here for her.”

  Brandon slammed the door in Jake’s face, not wanting or needing to hear anymore. He wasn’t sure exactly what Jake was insinuating but he didn’t care either. He just wanted him gone and out
of his house. He locked the door behind him and went back out onto the back patio, where he also locked the side gate to the yard.

  “Everything okay?” Kylie asked. She had once again sat back down on the lawn bed, and he hadn’t seen her sitting there.

  “Come here,” he growled, pulling her up into his arms and smashing her lips into hers. The kiss was rough, carnal. Kylie sensed a predatory nature coming out of him, and it turned her on even more. She adjusted slightly, and deepened into a real kiss.

  “Take me inside,” she panted, her lips leaving and coming together with Brandon’s in a sweet tease.

  Obediently he picked her up and carried her into the house, locking the patio door with one hand before taking her upstairs to the spare bedroom. As soon as they were in the room he pulled the dress down her arms along with her thong and had her naked. In the heat of the moment, he unzipped his pants and picked her up again, only to press her against the wall.

  “Yes,” Kylie breathed, feeling his erect cock ready to thrust into her. “Now, make love to me right now,” she moaned.

  Brandon didn’t have to be told twice, and in one swift motion he was surging through her hot, wet petals and into her warm, tight center. At the angle he could go deeper than before, and he moaned in ecstasy at the feel of her walls gripping him.

  For a moment, Brandon didn’t move. He simply stayed buried inside of Kylie, taking in the feeling of her wrapped around him.

  The reminder that Gerald and Cassie would be home at any time spurred him into gear though, and he began to rapidly piston his hips. He watched in pleasure as copious amounts of pleasure passed over Kylie’s face as he rode her body deep and hard. She looked wild and untamed against the wall, her green eyes practically glowing as her wild curl draped like a curtain around her bare shoulders.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned happy to once again be a part of him. Inside she could feel the ebb and flow of her pleasure, and knew that an orgasm was inevitable. She loved and hated it all at the same time, for she knew that if she didn’t finish with him, she’d merely be teased into a frenzy yet again, only to left writhing in torture for the night. Still, no matter how hard she tried to hold her, her body had other plans. Within minutes her juices were trickling down her thighs and over Brandon’s legs.

  Brandon moaned in gratitude as he felt her orgasm swell up and spill over. He loved the scent she put in the air whenever she came, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his nose between her legs and taste what she so willingly offered. Try as he might though, he simply couldn’t leave the warm, wet confines of her passage, and with each stroke of his cock he found himself growing closer and closer to his own bliss. He was just about to come when suddenly they heard the phone ring, freezing them both.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Brandon whispered.

  “I don’t know,” Kylie panted, but you better get it. Regretfully, Brandon put Kylie down on her wobbly legs, and walked bowlegged over to the bed stand to pick up the phone.

  “Hello?” He asked.

  “Brandon, honey, hi! Why didn’t you or Kylie pick up your cell phones?” Cassie asked from the other end of the line.

  “Oh, um, they’re on vibrate I guess. I think mine’s in my room. Why? What’s up?” He asked, peeking out the window to see if they were coming down the street. When he saw the coast was clear, he let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed.

  “Well your father and I are getting ready to walk back home, and we were wondering if you kids wanted us to bring any ice cream home for you?”

  Brandon couldn’t help but laugh as he relaxed. “Yeah, yeah that’d be great. I’m sure Kylie will want the strawberry shortcake, and I’ll take a banana split please.”

  A minute later Brandon hung up the phone and flopped back onto the bed, covering his eyes. It had been a close call, but luckily it wasn’t a ‘why the hell are all the doors locked?’ call. They were safe. He opened his eyes when he felt Kylie straddle his lap, her hand on his shaft.

  “They’re on their way home,” he warned.

  Kylie gave him a wicked grin as she sank herself over Brandon’s hard cock. “We better hurry then.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Kylie tossed and turned in her bed, trying to ignore the ache between her legs. As she predicted, she had ridden Brandon into a frenzy and was brought close to an orgasm; only to be abruptly stopped when he came, and they saw their parents coming home through the window. Brandon had dressed and flew into the TV room, while Kylie hid in the shower, trying to wash away the smell of their lovemaking.

  When she was finally able to go to bed, she had hoped to bring herself relief, but try as she might, her hands were not doing the trick. With a fretful sigh she gave up, and picked up one of her books in an effort to distract herself from her torture. Near one o’ clock, she heard a soft knock on her door, and a moment later Brandon crept into her room, wearing an old white t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms.

  “What are you doing?” Kylie asked, her voice low. “Where are mom and Gerald?”

  “Sound asleep for over two hours now,” Brandon promised her, giving her a wicked grin. He flicked the light switch off, and pulled the covers back to slide into bed with Kylie.

  “That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing,” Kylie pointed out. Though if she were being honest with herself, she was kind of excited that he was there.

  With his eyes looking deep into hers, his hand ventured the length of her cotton nightdress, pulling the fabric up lightly until he could massage the apex of her legs with his fingers. He kissed her as a gasp attempted to leave her lips, and whispered to be quiet.

  “I could feel how close you were earlier,” he whispered, pulling her panties down and away from her waist. “I wanted to make sure that you were completely satisfied.

  Before Kylie could reply, Brandon disappeared beneath the covers, and nestled between her legs. His tongue, ever the explorer, found its way to her deepest caverns, and quickly began to lap and suckle at the sweet honey that had gathered there. Kylie closed her eyes and bit into her pillow as she felt the beautiful intensity of Brandon’s tongue between her legs. She truly loved how well he seemed to know what she liked. Instead of rushing her, he took his time to slowly bring her to her orgasm, letting her body writhe and tense until it spasmed uncontrollably, giving him the sweetest of her honey.

  Kylie’s body went limp as she finally found her satisfaction, and a smile spread across her lips as she felt Brandon slowly kiss his way up her nightgown and up to her lips. His dark hands continued to massage over her hips and stomach as they lay down together. It was a sensation that Kylie feared she would get used to.

  “What are you thinking?” Brandon whispered, his eyes on her half-lidded ones.

  Kylie made a small sound in her throat, and forced her eyes open. “I’m falling for you,” she admitted.

  In her eyes Brandon could see the torment of her confession, and his heart went out to her. He wished he could appease her fears. However, he knew it was slightly out of his reach.

  “I have to leave,” he told her, stroking his knuckle over her cheek. “At the end of the summer. You know that.”

  “I know,” Kylie sighed, snuggling into him. “I just wish it wasn’t so.”

  CHAPTER 9

  For the next few weeks, Brandon and Kylie continued their sneaking around. At first, they were fine with finding ways to be with one another one a week or so. But as their desire grew, so did their need for one another. It was becoming risky, and more than once they almost got caught sneaking out of one another’s rooms. As a way of distraction from it all, Kylie finally returned all of Daisy’s missed calls, and agreed to meet her for dinner one night at the pizza parlor.

  Needing to get out of the house, Kylie decided to leave early and order their pizza. The owner and chef, Leo Petroni, came around the corner in his white apron and gave her a bear of hug when she walked through the door. He had owned and operated the shop since she had been five, and had
on more than one occasion donated pizzas to her softball team when they would win a game-sometimes even when they would lose.

  “Look at you, bella Kylie. You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman!” Leo exclaimed as he finally sat her down on her feet.

  “It’s good to see you too, Leo,” she said through squeezed ribs. She loved the giant of a man, and was happy to see that his chemo treatments for his lung cancer seemed to be working. “You look healthier.”

  Leo grinned widely, showing off his mix of white and gold teeth through his large black beard. “I feel better, toots. The chemo actually worked, and I’ve been in remission for the last eight months now.”

  “That’s so great to hear,” Kylie said excitedly. She meant it too. He was, and had always been, a good man.

  “So, what can I get you? The usual root beer float and sausage and mushroom pizza?”

  Kylie nodded her head, and went to the usual booth that she and Daisy would share. Though she was a half hour early, Daisy had the same idea and came in a few minutes later. Her brown eyes looked over Kylie’s figure, and decided against the lecture that she was going to give her friend for ignoring her. Whatever the reason, it was obviously eating at her dear friend.

  Sliding into the opposite side of the booth, Daisy immediately asked Kylie what was wrong. She knew that there was something, and she vowed not to let her leave the parlor until she confessed. Knowing that Daisy would do such a thing, Kylie promised to spill it all as soon as their pizza arrived. When Leo came out with the root beer floats, he gave Daisy the same greeting that he gave Kylie, and promised her that he’d put some battered broccoli in the fryer for her.

  “So, what’s been happening with you and Thomas?” Kylie asked, after taking a long sip of her root beer float.

  Daisy gave her a sheepish grin, happy to finally have her friend to talk to. “Okay so I have to admit. He’s not just a dumb redneck like I first thought he was,” she admitted.