Stebrother's Inheritance

by Stephanie Brother

  "Remember what?"

  "That night, after Troy ..."

  He trails off and my anger flares again.

  "Just tell me! Quit beating around the bush."

  Ben closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Then he pushes me off his bed turning to stand himself. He rises and I have a moment to see his perfect form and almost it's enough to offset my anger at him with the rush of heat that floods through me. He throws a robe over himself as cover then looks at me.

  "Let's get some tea," he says then leads the way to the kitchen.

  Chapter ten

  We sit at the breakfast nook. Ben pours hot water into our tea cups. Neither of us has said a word since we left the bedroom. I don't know what it is he expects me to remember but I'm taking the time to compose myself. I stopped in the bathroom and put a cold rinse on my face to clean my tears and by the time I sat down he'd gotten tea ready with some cookies that Esmeralda left for us.

  He stares into his cup dipping the tea ball then he sets it aside and looks at me.

  "What do you remember?" he asks.

  "I told you already."

  He nods raising the cup to his lips to blow on it. Then he sips, sets it back down and nods again. His right index finger begins tracing a circle on the table.

  "Troy tried to rape you, you remember that right?"

  I nod to keep him talking. I don't like to remember it. Troy was the Captain of the Football team and the first guy to ask me out. I'd been so excited, bought a new dress, and felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. We'd gone to dinner and a movie then he'd taken me to Overlook Point. I'd told him no but he wouldn't stop. He'd torn my dress and was almost to the point of taking my virginity despite my protests and screams when the door flew open behind him and suddenly he was gone.

  I was hysterical and having an asthma attack from my screaming. Then Ben was there pulling me from the back of the car, holding me tight, putting my inhaler in my hand and helping me get it to my lips.

  He'd heard some of the football players talking about Troy's plan. He'd beaten up three of them to find out where I was and then come to save me. Troy had spent a week in a hospital after Ben found him. We'd also pressed charges.

  "Yes, I do."

  "What about what happened ... after?"

  I shake my head. "It's all just moments, I don't really know how it all fits together."

  I hated to admit that. It made me feel weak, out of control.

  "I didn't realize you ..." he says and trails off.

  I stare into his beautiful gray eyes and wait.

  "Well I thought you knew. That was why you never reached out to me," he says.

  "Reached out to you? You left me!"

  My voice cracks as anger pulses through me. Ben nods but sits in silence while eating a cookie.

  "Vic, after ... Troy I brought you home. We were in your bedroom and I was trying to get you calmed down. I didn't mean to but, I kissed you. Then we were in your bed and I was going to ... then your dad walked in."

  I stare at him like he just told me the moon is made of cheese. I shake my head back and forth.

  "Did we ..."

  "No, we didn't. He walked in just as I was about to."

  He stares at me waiting to see how I'm taking it. I'm lost. I didn't know this happened but as he says the words, I can see the glimmer of a memory. I know he's telling me the truth.

  It makes sense. I recall again crawling into his bed with him. The way he would spoon up against me, the feel of his erection pressed into my back. My own burning desire but we couldn't. We were related, step related but still. It would be weird. I mean, lots of girls probably get crushes on their sexy older stepbrother but you can't actually do anything about it.

  "Dad walked in?" I ask trying to finish putting the pieces together.

  Ben nods.

  "That's why I have a memory of you on the floor in front of him!"

  "That's the only time he ever hit me, yes."

  "But why did you leave?"

  "He made me," Ben says.

  "Made you? When did you ever do what anyone else told you to do?"

  "Vic, it was wrong. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. You were young, you didn't know what you were doing. You'd just been traumatized and then I tried to take advantage of you! And you're my sister."

  "Step sister," I say pointedly.

  "Whatever," he says. "It's not right. I shouldn't have let myself fall for you."

  "Who controls who they love?" I challenge him. "Tell me who? We can't control who our hearts want! That's what all the poets and the playwrights say isn't it? That the heart yearns for what the heart yearns. We're not blood related so where's the harm?"

  Ben looks surprised. He shakes his head but says nothing.

  "Vic, it was wrong of me ..."

  "And it was wrong of me, so what?"

  "What do you mean?" he asks.

  "Because I love you too. I've wanted you for years! I've spent the last six years mad at you for leaving me and you didn't have to!"

  "I'm sorry Vic, I've never stopped loving you. I still love you. All my heart, it's yours."

  Ben moves from his side of the nook to mine in a flash. Pulling me from my chair he wraps his amazing strong arms around me and pulls me up into his embrace. Our lips meet again like electric fire coursing through my veins.

  Chapter eleven

  We stumble down the hall losing our clothes as we go. It's awkward, wonderful, and amazing. My body responds to his closeness, the scent of him, the feel of his hardness as he holds me close. Our lips barely part only to gasp in air before we crush one to another again. Years of pent up desire explodes between the two of us in an electrical release.

  I trip into him and he sweeps me up into his arms carrying me through his door and then tossing me on the bed. He stops, looking down at me. His robe is gone, his muscles ripple as his arms move back to his sides. His underwear is pushed down and I can see the delicious ridge of muscle that lines his hips.

  My own clothes are mostly gone, my bra is on and my pants are half-way down my legs. I force myself to look up to him. He purses his lips and shakes his head but I can feel the throb of his desire.

  "We shouldn't ..." he says.

  "Ben," I protest.

  "You're my sister," he repeats.

  "No, I'm not. Your mother is dead, we're no longer legally related."

  I don't give him a chance for any further debate. I leap off the bed wrapping my arms around his neck. I pour all my passion, all my love, all my need into him through my lips. I kiss him, his neck, down across his incredible pecs. My hands roam up and down pushing his underwear lower until it hangs on his manhood.

  I lower myself back to the bed hooking my thumbs under the waistband. I pull out freeing it. I look up at to him meeting his eyes as I lower my mouth down on to him taking it fully in my mouth. It jumps as soon as my tongue touches it and I taste the first of his salty sweetness.

  "Oh god," he moans his hands wrapping into my hair.

  I work my way up and down using my tongue to full effect to swirl and trace the shaft. I want him so badly I keep pushing to take him deeper and deeper until he's in my throat. It makes me gag a little but that makes me want him more.

  "Hmmm, god Vic, slow down," he moans but I don't.

  I want him. I want to taste him, to feel him sliding down my throat. I work faster, my tongue swirls back and forth along the underside of his shaft as I shove him fully down finally making it to the base. His grip in my hair tightens and he cries out as he stiffens then his creamy load pours down my throat. I take it all in moaning as I drink him dry. Then slowly I pull back.

  I lean on the bed spreading my legs letting him have full view of the woman I've become. My own desire is high and his is too. His just spent member springs back to life as he lowers himself beside the bed. He places one hand under each of my hips then he roughly pulls me to the edge. Lightly he kisses his way up my right calf, along my thigh, his
hot breath slides across my womanhood before he kisses his way down my left then back up.

  My hands run through his hair and along his shoulder muscles. As he rises towards me I tense, wanting him to taste me, needing him to take me but each time my anticipation is met with disappointment as he passes by yet again. The tension just keeps building. He grasps my panties and slowly he slides them down my legs. He rises to a half crouch and I can see his stiffness.

  He lowers his face between my thighs and gently parts my delicate lips with his tongue. I buck and moan as he slowly licks my folds finding his way towards my pleasure center. Then his tongue is on it and my entire world explodes in stars. I don't know what I'm doing as wave after wave of sensation rocks through me. Tension builds and builds until I'm wound so tight I'm sure I can't take anymore and yet again it builds.

  He presses in to me taking me in my most intimate core and then it all explodes out in running waves of fire. My body shakes, my muscles tremble, I can't control the flows running along my nerves. I give myself over to the running river of it all and let it carry me away until it passes and I'm left weak and trembling lying on the bed struggling to catch my breath.

  Ben's there next to me, kissing me gently on my neck and cheek. Once it passes I feel him at my opening pressing in, expanding me in ways I've ever experienced. I don't think heaven could feel any better. He thrusts into me as we stare into each other's eyes. My hands roam over his taut muscles and at last I feel safe. I give myself over to him fully letting him have everything he ever wanted and everything I ever wanted.

  We thrust in time to each other pushing and pulling in perfect union. Our passion burns bright through the night as we push each other to the edge and over again and again. At last, exhausted, we cuddle up and I drift to sleep with his strong arms wrapped around me just as they had when I was a child.

  Chapter twelve

  I awake with a start. Ben stirs behind me then rolls off and stretches. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder my fingers idly tracing the lines of his perfect form.

  "Good morning," I say smiling.

  "Are you okay?" he asks.

  "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I laugh.

  He smiles then shakes his head. "I'm fine," he says. "Is this ... okay? Can we do this?"

  "Depends what 'this' is."

  "Us, me, you. We're ... related. I'll have to have my lawyers look at this ..."

  "What is it you're talking about Ben?" I'm confused. Why would we need lawyers to do what we did last night?

  "Marriage Vic," he says looking at me seriously.

  "Marriage?" I stutter.

  "Yes," he says like it's the most obvious thing ever. "I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I never want anyone else in my life. You and only you always. I want to marry you."

  My heart skips a beat. Then I feel an elation I haven't felt since that first time he stood up for me in the cafeteria. I throw my arms around him kissing him frantically then we fall back on the soft bed, hands desperate to never let each other go.

  *****

  "You look beautiful," Dad says standing back to admire me in my gown. "Are you really sure this is what you want?" He's out of rehab and doing well.

  "Yes Daddy," I say. "Are you okay with this?"

  My dad looks away then back to me. "Do I have a choice?"

  "Because it's Ben?" I ask.

  "Because he's a boy," he say only half joking.

  "No Daddy, I've grown up."

  My dad has tears in his eyes as he pulls me close to him and whispers in my ear. "I love you Vic. If he's the one that makes you happy, then I'm happy."

  "Thank you Daddy!"

  "Victoria, it's time!" my bridesmaid calls from the door.

  I turn to look at myself in the mirror one last time making sure every hair is perfect. Then I turn and my dad escorts me. We stand at the start of the aisle. The church is filled with guests, family and friends. I look down that long aisle where Ben stands looking back. He's beaming and then the music starts and I take my first step towards the love of my life.

  THE END

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  Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She's always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Stephanie hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she's enjoyed writing them.

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