Stepbrother Summer (A Stepbrother Romance Novel)

by Taylor, Alycia

Hoping that she didn’t change her mind before I was able to undress, I quickly pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants before running up to her.

  When she saw me, in all of my virile glory, with muscles bulging and an abnormally large cock growing harder just by the sight of her, her eyes grew wide. Not that I needed it, but her expression made me feel all the more encouraged that tonight was finally going to end in the way that I wanted.

  I was sure once I got her clothes off and she saw the true nature of what I was offering her, she would not be able to resist me. Hell, I wouldn’t be able to resist me if I was a woman.

  When I ran up to her, I scooped her naked body up into my arms and jumped into the waves. She screamed as the cold water covered us both, but that only caused her nipples to grow hard and press against my pectorals, giving me an excuse to hold her closer.

  In her panic to get warm, she clung to me and as I felt her body snuggle up against my own, I knew there was no way the cold was going to do anything to inhibit my good time.

  For a long moment, we huddled together in the waves, and even though she put on the act like she was cold, clinging to me and giving off a little chatter of her teeth, every now and again, I was sure that she really wasn’t feeling any pain.

  Still, I made sure that I played the part of the protector, carefully holding her close to me and snuggling appropriately.

  After a little while though, Ashley jumped out of my arms and began to frolic in the waves.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I asked her, with an amused chuckle playing at my lips. I knew that I had a little bit to drink as well and I could definitely feel the alcohol running through my system now, but I had made sure, every night this week, that I was in control enough so that my actions were nothing but calculated.

  Tonight especially, I knew that I was far more in control of myself than Ashley was of herself, but I played the part of leading her on wonderfully, without the suspicion that I was getting sloppy; not that she would have even noticed. But I couldn’t take that chance. Not after as hard as I had worked to get us to this point.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she asked, before she laughed and splashed me.

  So, I laughed along with her and splashed her back, before warming myself up by chasing her around as the waves rolled past us.

  She shrieked with pleasure and moved away from me, before coming right back.

  For a while, we had a really good time, playing in the water and fooling around, without actually getting physical. Even though I was ready to go before we left the bar, I was careful not to mess anything up by rushing the timing. I took my time and enjoyed it, until I felt the moment was just right.

  When that happened, it came quickly, as a giddy Ashley bounded into my arms and looked up at me adoringly.

  Instantly, my gaze turned from playful to serious as I skillfully pulled her closer to me and caught her eyes with a seductive intent.

  I knew that as soon as I did it, I would need to act on it. There couldn’t be any room for error. This chick was hot in every sense of the word and I knew her type; one wrong move and I would be taking a painful cold bath in the ocean, all by myself and my limp, disappointed manhood.

  To avoid that, I had to act fast; charm her before she realized exactly what was going on, until she was already screaming my name and begging me not to stop.

  When I looked into her eyes, I felt that this was it, my time to shine, and so I quickly grasped her wet hair, pulled her head back, and seductively pressed my lips against her own.

  The taste of her was salty and moist and while her skin was cool to the touch, the inside of her mouth was warm and inviting.

  Feeling a rush of excitement, having finally taken the first step toward making her beautiful body mine, I felt my hand clench while her voice uttered a moan.

  However, in order to show her just how in control I was, I muted her by pressing my lips closer against hers while my tongue roughly penetrated her teeth and began to wander around in a careful, circular motion.

  As I did this, I felt her sag against me. And to my surprise and relief that all of his hard work was finally paying off, I not only felt Ashley kiss me back but I also became aware that she had pressed herself against me seductively.

  I felt her moist body rub against me, while her arms encircled my neck and I closed my eyes, in order to feel every inch of her and experience every moment with a sense of excitement and fervor.

  After a moment of enjoying the feel of her breasts as they smooshed up against my chest, with nipples that were so hard they almost felt sharp against my cold skin, I intensified the kiss before I pulled her into me with a powerful thrust and did not hesitate to press myself against her body as well, until I was completely surrounding her.

  Chapter 13

  Ashley

  The feel of his hard, pulsing dick pressed up against my body, which tingled with excitement and fervor, while his rippling muscles encased me in a cocoon of strength that made me want to enter even deeper into him.

  Taking control immediately, I felt Tyler’s arms grasp me and hold me against him, making me feel almost as though I could not get away, even if I wanted to. However, I didn’t want to.

  At first, I was elated by the feel of his body rubbing up against me and the sensation that he provided by grasping my hair in his fist and twisting my head in order to direct my head where he wanted it to go.

  I felt his tongue massaging the inside of my mouth with a skillful certainty, while his lips caressed my own, making them sizzle from the emotions that were encasing us.

  While the waves crashed all around us, the fortitude of Tyler’s hold was enough to keep us steady and fighting together against the current.

  In my almost crazed state of mind, I groaned with pleasure as I delved my own prodding tongue deeper into the depths of his mouth and wrapped my leg around his.

  I then felt the hand that was not directing my head come up and grasp my cold, wet, yet, overly sensitive breast.

  I tried to yelp at the shot of emotion that coursed through me, causing me to feel a warm moisture seep out between my legs, which was overcome quickly by the ocean water, but Tyler’s mouth, attached solidly against my own, muted any sound.

  Feeling my cry, however, he yanked my head back and to the side so that my body was more exposed to him and as he continued to kiss me, I felt his thumb begin to rub around my nipple, causing me to feel another shot of overtaking emotion; the sound of which was still muffled.

  I felt my hand, which had found a home on his shoulder, clasp onto it with a sense of need that was primal, as once again, I tried to groan, but was stopped by the motion of his tongue.

  It was at this moment that he pulled his head back and tilted my head up, before his mouth moved over to my ear as he hissed, “You will only scream when I want you to scream…”

  He then moved back to kiss me again and even though I wasn’t usually one for giving my partner the upper-hand completely, his seductive nature, along with the promise in his voice which told me he was about to give me the best damn sex I had ever experienced, only made me feel weak in the knees.

  However, when his mouth moved back to capture my lips again and his hand began to slink off of my breast, down my stomach, towards my womanliness, which was going absolutely crazy with anticipation, I suddenly came back to my senses and I reached out to grasp his hand.

  When he stopped moving, I found myself grow extremely disappointed, but I was also mortified that I had let it get this far.

  Of course, I wanted to continue feeling his kiss and allowing him to take me, body and soul, since he had awakened a part of me that I hadn’t even known was there and we hadn’t even made it past touching, but I knew that it was wrong.

  This was exactly where I wanted to be, but I knew that I would regret it once it was over, no matter how good it was going to feel and no matter how much I needed this kind of skilled release.

  So, when I was given the chance, I pus
hed him back and his hands fell.

  I looked up at him and then down at the water before I whispered, “I can’t…”

  “What?” Tyler demanded, so sharply that it caused me to glance back up at him as he cocked his head to the side in wonder. His expression was such that he honestly could not believe that I was resisting him. I was lost for words and so after a moment, he laughed in a humorless, demeaning fashion before he spat, “Are you serious?”

  Unable to take the look in his eye or the disappointment of my own loins any longer, I quickly nodded my head and sheepishly answered only, “I’m sorry,” before turning around and moving as fast as I could to get away from him.

  My body was sluggish from the alcohol and the disappointment. My feet felt like lead, which caused the experience of getting out of the current to be even more degrading and difficult than I could have ever imagined.

  Throughout all of my struggling, I didn’t hear anything from Tyler and I imagined that he was still wearing the same dumbstruck expression I had turned away from, but by the time I reached the edge of the water, I heard him shout to me in a cocky manner, “Well, fuck you too then!”

  I wanted to yell and cry. I wanted him to feel badly for me and I wanted to be comforted. Instantly, I was angry and felt used, but I knew that there was no response in the world that would make me feel better and therefore, instead of responding, I just rushed up the beach to find my clothes and put them on, before making a mad dash back to the house.

  By the time I made it into my room and onto my bed, I realized that I only had one saving grace. While I felt dehumanized and taken advantage of, even though all of that had happened and I knew that I still had to spend the summer with him, there was still one thing I could be proud of.

  No matter how tempting it was and no matter how hurtful his words, I had managed to make it all the way back to the house without looking back at him and if nothing else, I counted that as a victory.

  Chapter 14

  Tyler

  What the fuck was that? I thought as I watched Ashley’s tight ass swagger away from me, while she found her clothing and hurried up back toward the house.

  I groaned, feeling a painful sensation down in the area of my dick and I grasped my naked form in order to jerk off.

  It was far too late and I was far too tired of chasing pussy that obviously had no interest in being with me to try to find another girl. So, I just released myself in the water and made my way out onto the sand.

  “Fuckin’ bitch…” I grumbled to myself as I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on what exactly was going to come next.

  I certainly wasn’t the type to give up, but what the hell could I do. You really screwed up, I thought to myself as, now much calmer, having had my release, I was able to think a bit clearer.

  You usually seal the deal before you allow a woman to get that close to your cock. You know how much of an asshole you are when you get to that point…

  I sighed, continuing to wonder why I didn’t just keep my damn mouth shut. I couldn’t believe that I had given in so quickly. There was something about that which just didn’t make sense. I was usually a little smoother, even when I was being an asshole.

  I shook my head as I gathered my own clothes. Once I was dressed, at least partially, I ignored the gross sensation of the wetness causing my clothes to stick to me as I lay back in the sand. I stared up at the sky as my slightly buzzed eyes began to ogle in and out at the spread of the stars. I might not have been hammered, but I could tell now that I was definitely a little more buzzed than I had originally thought.

  I gave no thought to the gross sensation I was going to endure when I moved to sit up and had nothing but some gross prickly sand sticking to everywhere on my body.

  Usually, I came prepared with a towel and other precautions, but tonight, I felt as though I had seriously misjudged everything.

  “Most women would kill to be in the position that bitch was in tonight,” I muttered to myself as I continued to stare up at the sky.

  I tried to replay the events of the night in my mind, to see where it was I had gone wrong, but realized that there was nothing wrong. She was fine with it and I was doing great, but then her goddamn conscious had to kick in and she was gone.

  “What the hell were you thinkin’?” I asked myself as I shook my head back and forth in the sand. If I wasn’t so buzzed, I would have probably already begun to feel the itch of the sand, seeping into the smallest crevices of my body while I lay there, trying to think about how to fix my problem. But right now, I didn’t feel anything but a deep awareness of anger and a terrible case of blue balls.

  You can’t just let her get the best of you. You need to show her that you’re the boss. You have owned almost everyone else who has ever caught your eye, Tyler. Why would you give up now? Even though I thought about it, I knew that I couldn’t throw in the towel, just because she didn’t fall into my arms and allow me to take her to bed the first chance I had. “What kind of man are you?” I demanded of myself and became renewed with the sense of challenge.

  Sure, tonight was shit, but there is always tomorrow, I thought to myself and therefore, as I felt my confidence returning, I closed my eyes and tried to think about how I was going to trick her back into my arms and in those tight, extremely pretentious pants of hers, but when I did so, something else happened.

  Instead of hatching a brilliant plan, I was reduced to thinking about our time on the beach, before tonight, when I was actually able to make Ashley happy.

  While I heard the waves crashing in the distance, I began to think about what it felt like to see her smile and her glowing, beautiful blue eyes as they both fell upon me. I saw her decadent blond hair in the sunlight and heard her laugh as I chased her along the beach.

  I felt my heart as it began to speed up in a way that made me happy and I longed to be back there, with her, before I had tried to make a move on her. I wanted back what I secretly feared I had completely lost; not by trying to seduce her, but rather by my stupid response to her rejection.

  These sensations made me ridiculously uncomfortable though and therefore, I just stopped and sat up. My eyes popped opened and I felt my heart skip a beat.

  “Dammit!” I exclaimed, pounding the sand with my fists before standing up and tearing off down through the sand.

  My body was used to this motion, for I ran quite frequently. I needed to do it, in order to relieve stress and in this case, keep myself from going absolutely crazy. I needed to figure out what I was going to do and how I was going to get her back, because I certainly didn’t want to have to face the failure of not being able to do what was needed to be done.

  Not getting her in bed with me, at least once and having her come begging back for more, especially after all of the time that I had spent cultivating this fucked up relationship would have been a failure. Even if I was the only one who knew about it, it was still a failure and thus, it was inexcusable.

  For as far back as I could remember, I had to rely on making myself happy, because my mother never gave a shit. So, I was the pride that was associated with what I did and where I went. I was the only one who was ever proud of me, for the majority of my life, and so I couldn’t very well ignore that one constant in my life, could I?

  If I had a father, letting myself down would be like letting him down…but I wasn’t going to go there.

  Instead, I was just going to run and see where my feet took me. I continued until I began to feel a tightness forming in my chest and a wheeze developing in my throat.

  By that time, my muscles burned from the exercise and my extremities all but begged me to stop.

  I just kept going.

  However, in the effort of making it back to the beach house, I did turn around, so that if I did run until I passed out, I would at least be close to the house when I woke up.

  As punishment for my failure, my plan was to run until I threw up; push myself beyond my limits so that I would be able to repent for my
failure and my weakness.

  The only thing that ever made me stronger was the realization that I not only survived, but went back for more; but this time, I was going to win.

  However, I made it back to the house without passing out or throwing up and so, I continued down the beach in the other direction.

  At first, the night air had made the sand feel cool to the touch on my bare feet, but with the heat that coursed through my body as I struggled to keep the pace, it felt as though the grains were hundreds of shifting needles under my foot every time I stepped down.

  Still, I kept going, unable to stop until my body gave out. I could no longer allow my brain to be weakened by giving in. My stamina had to be better than my physical capabilities. If I let one slide, then the other would inevitably follow. Yet, while they grew together, I had found that my will to continue always had to outweigh my physical body, else I would stop at some point, for fear of being unable to go on. Fear is weakness.

  Fear is that little corner in the mind that tells everyone that they can’t go through with their goals even though nothing has given out yet. It is the inkling to stop, before the win. It is the mentality of losers and since life had only allowed me to focus on making myself happy and making my own pride swell, then having a mentality that was any less than my actual capacity was never going to get me anywhere in life.

  So, I continued to run.

  I didn’t think very much as I moved, focusing more on keeping my balance. After all, with this shifting sand, if I made one wrong turn, I could slide and lose my balance. If I landed the wrong way, there were countless different injuries I could sustain and then, my summer would be as good as over, and it had only gotten started.

  If I had to give up on my goal because I couldn’t even keep my head on straight, I didn’t deserve anything at all. I might as well just go run into the ocean and drown, because that would be all that I would be good for. It would no longer matter. I would be starting from square fucking one and I would be an invalid on top of it. That was just something that I could not allow myself to become, not even temporarily and therefore, I continued to focus on the world ahead of me.