Stepbrother Soldier's Baby: The Hero (The Complete Series)

by Moore, Lila

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Has he been acting strangely?”

  “You mean other than-” I started to say: ‘You mean other than fucking your wife?’ but I bit my tongue.

  “Other than that, yes,” Nick said, reading my mind.

  Why wasn’t he angry? In fact, he seemed amused.

  I shrugged. “He seems the same as always, but I don’t really know. I haven’t spoken to him in months. You would have to ask Mia.”

  He frowned at the mention of talking to Mia. An evil part of me rejoiced. It was ridiculous to think I stood a chance with Nathan, but I didn’t want Mia to have him either.

  “It’s not too late, y’know? You can still have a family.”

  Nathan’s eyes fell on mine. “Who would give me a family, you?”

  I laughed awkwardly, though I wasn’t sure he was joking. I turned away from him and pretended to rearrange items on the table. He took a beer out of the fridge, opened it and drank deeply from it. It was his seventh tonight. Was it just the alcohol talking, or was he really attracted to me? Considering the fact he was talking about starting a family with me, I had to assume he was drunk.

  Though a part of me wondered: what if? What if I had Nathan’s baby? I laughed at the thought.

  “What?” Nathan asked.

  “Could you imagine? A baby? Me as a mother, you a father?”

  Nathan didn’t laugh. He walked up behind me and set his beer down on the table. He stood inches away.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper. “There are things I’ve done that I can’t take back.”

  The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I’ve never thought of my stepbrother as a dangerous man, but there was something in his voice that felt like a warning.

  “I’m leaving soon,” he said.

  I turned to face him. “What do you mean?”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know. I can’t talk about it, but I’ve taken a job that… well, let’s just say its best I put distance between myself and the people I care about.”

  I was taken aback. “You just got home. You can’t leave.” I sounded like a petulant child, but I didn’t want him to go.

  “Liv, I don’t have a choice.” He brushed a loose strand of hair out of my eyes. “I leave in the morning. I’m sorry, but that’s how it has to be.”

  His hand lingered on my face. His thumb moved over my lips and traced the outline of my jaw.

  My body tingled with warmth. I couldn’t let him leave. Without thinking, I kissed him. I’ve never done anything this bold before. I have no idea what possessed me. Maybe it was the knowledge that he was leaving. A kiss couldn’t hurt if he was gone in the morning, right?

  I half expected Nathan to push me away with disgust. Instead he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. I stiffened at the gesture. Things were moving quickly. Was I really prepared for this? I’d never been with a man before and Nathan was my stepbrother.

  All rational thought fled as Nathan’s hands moved over my body. He traced the curve of my ass and waist before resting his hands on my hips. I leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his chest.

  I rested my hands on his shoulders. I wanted to explore every inch of his body, but I was too intimidated. The extent of my sexual experience could be summed up by one awkward make out session in the backseat of a car. I was eighteen and ill-prepared for how eager my more experienced partner would be. His hands and lips were all over me. It made me extremely uncomfortable. Luckily, I was able to get away before anything more serious happened.

  I was so turned off by the experience that I lost all interest in sex. But as my stepbrother’s lips met mine, I found my interests rekindled.

  Hungry desire pulsed between my legs. I pulled away from Nathan and sighed. He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me onto the table. Suddenly, he was between my legs, his hand moving up my skirt.

  I let out a small cry of surprise. Nathan stopped to consider me.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “This is moving too fast.”

  I nodded in agreement.

  “It’s been a long time,” he admitted with a bit of embarrassment.

  “That’s okay. I’ve never…”

  I couldn’t finish the sentence. I was embarrassed about being a virgin at twenty.

  “You’ve never been with a man?”

  I didn’t respond.

  Nathan smiled and kissed me. He started to move slower, nibbling on my earlobe and leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. For some reason, I giggled. The sensation was strangely ticklish.

  Nathan looked up at me with a mischievous grin.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “You don’t have anything to apologize for. There’s no shame in not being ready. Everyone’s different.”

  It was refreshing to hear a man say this, but I didn’t feel comforted. Nathan was leaving tomorrow. This could be my last chance.

  “No. I’m ready.”

  Our eyes met. We stared at each other as if locked in a trance. Now that we’d had a second to cool off, reality was sinking in. I could see the pain in his eyes. Was it for me, or a remnant of his past?

  I kissed him slowly. My lips parted. I felt his tongue tickle my lips.

  Nathan’s hand slid beneath my skirt. His fingers moved over my naked skin slowly. Nathan stopped kissing me. He watched my face as his hands moved further up my skirt. I started to breathe heavily. His fingers twisted around the hem of my underwear. I lifted my hips so he could pull them free.

  Suddenly, he released me. He pulled his hand out from under my skirt and stepped away.

  “What?” I said breathlessly.

  “Not here.”

  Nathan grabbed my hand and led me out of the house into the backyard.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  Several streamers hung above the pool floating in the breeze. Alongside the pool, the chairs and table were full of discarded plastic cups and plates. In spite of only being here for a short time, the partygoers had made a mess of our backyard.

  Nathan took off his shirt. I hate to think what I looked like in that moment because I’m pretty sure my mouth fell open. His chest was broad, muscular and tanned. He was hairy in a manly way I never associated with my stepbrother. I watched his abs tense and flex as he pulled off his boots and pants.

  “Come here,” he said.

  Obediently, I came.

  “Lift your arms.”

  I did as instructed. He pulled my top off slowly. Instinctively, I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I wore a black bra, but I’d never been this naked in front of a guy. Nathan’s hands slid over my hips and around my waist. He found my skirt’s zipper and slid it down. I shimmied out of my skirt as he kneeled before me. He next lifted one foot then the other, removing my shoes. I stood before him in my bra and underwear.

  Nathan took my hands and gently pulled my arms away from my chest.

  “Let me look at you,” he whispered.

  My eyes dropped to the ground. I was too terrified to meet his gaze. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

  “Beautiful,” he said.

  I looked up with confusion. I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  He kissed me again. Then we were falling. I let out a small scream as he pulled me into the swimming pool. The water was cold. I sunk to the bottom and kicked off, swimming for the top.

  Nathan and I broke the surface at the same time. His long hair had come free from the tie. It hung wetly in his face. He flipped his head back sending water through the air, splashing me as his hair flung away.

  I laughed and held up a hand. “Watch it!” I protested.

  Nathan splashed me. I splashed back. Suddenly, he dove underwater and grabbed me. He lifted me into the air on his shoulder then threw me. I was laughing so hard I nearly choked. We fought and wrestled in the water for
a time.

  Exhausted, I found myself leaning against him, my head resting on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead then took my hand. He led me across the pool to the grotto.

  The small, secluded cave-like area on the opposite side of the pool would give us privacy. My heart raced as he led me behind the stone walls. Here the water was shallower. The deepest part was about four feet.

  Nathan pulled me to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we started to kiss. I could feel his cock, hard and thick, through his pants. He pushed me against the wall of the cave as we made out.

  Our bodies pressed against one another with naked desire.

  Nathan’s hand slid around my back. He unhooked my bra with one hand. I had a flash of panic. No man had ever seen my breasts before, let alone my stepbrother.

  My bra slid off and floated away. Nathan’s mouth found my breasts quickly. I inhaled sharply as his tongue passed over my nipple. I squeezed him tightly between my thighs. His cock was so hard and thick I worried it was too big. Would this hurt?

  A jolt of electricity passed through my body as Nathan’s teeth gently closed in around my nipple. Thoughts of pain fled my mind. The pulsing between my legs was overwhelming. If I didn’t find relief soon, I would go mad.

  Nathan’s hand slid down between my legs. He played with my clit, rubbing it small circles. My hips started to sway as if I was possessed. Then I felt his middle and index fingers slide inside me. I was so wet he had no trouble entering me.

  His cock was thicker, but I felt strangely comforted. I was so wet that I was sure I could handle his cock.

  Nathan slid his fingers out of me.

  A spasm of pleasure rocked my body. He pulled at my underwear and positioned me against the wall. I felt the tip of his cock brush my pussy. Just as he was about to penetrate me, he groaned: “Fuck…”

  He carried me to the opposite side of the grotto. There was a small flat surface that served as a bar. It was just enough space to lie down. Nathan lifted me onto the edge then climbed on top of me. I laid down before him, topless. My underwear still clung to my body wetly.

  Nathan kissed the insides of my thighs then hooked my underwear around his fingers. His eyes never left mine as he slid them free from my body.

  He moved over me. Water dripped from his chest and long hair onto my body.

  I spread my legs. Nathan grabbed my hips and positioned me beneath him. Then he was inside me. His cock pierced me slowly. I tensed, inhaling sharply as my pussy stretched to accommodate him.

  At first there was pressure and a hint of pain, but beneath it a roaring current of pleasure flowed. As the pain receded animalistic desire took over. My skin felt alive as if energy radiated through every cell of my body.

  Nathan groaned with deep satisfaction. I could see how much control it took for him to be gentle with me. He looked almost pained with hunger, but he stayed in control. He moved slowly in and out of me. My pussy pulsed around the length of his shaft. I arched my back and dug my nails into his shoulders.

  His cock throbbed as he drove into me. He started to move faster. His thrusts came in quick, rhythmic pulses.

  A dirty thought crossed my mind: What if Mia walked in on us right now? What if my mother and stepfather caught us?

  The idea of being caught made me cry out. I lifted my legs so Nathan could fuck me easier. He pounded against my g-spot. A surge of raw energy raced up and down my spine as an orgasm took control over me.

  Nathan’s back went straight. He drove his cock deep.

  The orgasm racing up and down my spine crashed. I was too distracted by the liquid heat inside me to realize I’d just cum for the first time in my life.

  Nathan collapsed. His heavy body rested on top of mine. I could feel his heart pound quickly, then slow. He slid his cock out of me, sending a fresh wave of tremors through my body.

  Nathan dropped down into the water, pulling me with him. He gathered me up in his arms and kissed me. We moved through the water as if floating on air. Before I knew it, we were out of the pool.

  Nathan helped me dress. My legs weren’t steady. I almost fell over twice. Nathan smiled mischievously at my clumsy state. I felt drunk. My body hummed with the memory of his touch.

  Nathan shook his hair like a wet dog before putting on his shirt. After he’d dressed, he helped me back into the house.

  “I should get you to bed,” he said.

  With a final kiss, he deposited me in my bed and pulled the covers up around my shoulders.

  “Goodnight,” he said.

  “I love you,” I blurted out without thinking.

  Nathan hesitated. “I love you too,” he responded uncertainly.

  I watched him leave the room. He seemed to linger as if something was holding him to the spot. Finally, he closed the door. I fell fast asleep.

  2

  In the morning, I woke feeling high. Heat radiated between my legs, pulsing pleasantly. I stretched and rose. I felt different. I always thought the notion of losing your virginity changing you into a different person was cliché, but I truly felt changed.

  I moved easier, more confidently. I took my time getting ready that morning. I was more than a little nervous about being in the same room with my mother, stepfather, and stepbrother. Would they be able to tell we’d had sex? I wasn’t sure I could hide my attraction to Nathan. This had disaster written all over it.

  I walked into the kitchen slowly. I peeked in first. Nathan was nowhere in sight. My mother was at the sink, scrubbing the dishes furiously.

  “Hi, mom,” I said as I entered.

  She turned on me with an angry glare. My stomach flipped. I felt nauseous. She knew. I could see it on her face. I sank down into a chair.

  “Gone! Can you believe it?” she said.

  “I… what?”

  “Nate’s left us again. He barely even said goodbye.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t know. She was upset about Nathan leaving.

  “He’s gone?” I asked sadly.

  “He left early this morning. Some man in a uniform picked him up and they drove off. Can you believe it? I thought he was done with the Marines.”

  “Did he say where he was going?”

  “No. Just that he’d be in touch ‘eventually.’ What does that even mean, ‘eventually?’ Your stepfather is beside himself with worry.”

  I nodded along as she continued to rant, but I wasn’t listening. Gone. I may never see my stepbrother again. He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye before leaving. Was last night meant to be a final goodbye? It was too depressing to think about.

  “Excuse me,” I said and left the table.

  The surge of confidence I felt in the wake of sex with Nathan receded into a deep depression. How could he just leave me?

  I spent weeks in my bedroom. I’d drift between the kitchen and living room in a trance. Occasionally, I was hit with a surge of nausea and found myself getting sick. My mother would shake her head and take my temperature. I wasn’t running a fever. Certain foods and scents would send me running to the bathroom to vomit.

  My mother wanted me to go to the doctor, but I was convinced it was simply anxiety over losing Nathan. Then one day I was sitting in the living room with my mother as she watched a morning talk show. The panel of women was discussing a celebrity scandal involving a teen star’s pregnancy.

  “Where were the parents?” one woman demanded shrilly. “How does this just happen?”

  A picture flashed on the screen of the young starlet. It was an unflattering paparazzi shot of her vomiting in the street. In the beginning, rumors had circulated that she had a drinking problem. It was later revealed she was pregnant and suffering from extreme morning sickness.

  Morning sickness.

  I sat straight up. Nathan and I hadn’t used protection. I tried to count back the days since my last period. I couldn’t remember. Had a month passed already? My stomach twisted with anxiety.

  “What’s wrong?” my mother asked.


  “Nothing,” I said sheepishly. “I think I’ll go out for a walk today.”

  “Excellent. You could use some fresh air.”

  I grabbed my purse and headed out the door to the convenience store down the block. I bought two separate pregnancy tests. Keeping my head lowered, I slinked out of the store like a criminal.

  I felt dirty. Did people know I was carrying two pregnancy tests in my purse? That I’d had unprotected sex with my stepbrother? Were people staring? Of course not. I was being paranoid. No one knew.

  When I got home, I ran straight to the bathroom. Luckily, my mother was in the kitchen and didn’t notice me. With shaking hands I opened the pregnancy tests. After following the directions, I waited with shaking hands for the results. They came quickly. Positive.

  3

  Pregnant with my stepbrother’s baby. If I was depressed before, now I was practically catatonic. I floated through life not really processing anything. My mother spoke to me. I nodded distantly, not really hearing her.

  How could I tell her? She would be shocked. Would she force me to give the baby up for adoption? Did I want to keep it? What would Nathan want? I had no idea.

  The spell I was under finally broke when we received a visit from Mia. She waddled into the room; her baby bump having grown significantly in the month since the welcome home party.

  “Mia!” my mother said without enthusiasm. “Good to see you.”

  I didn’t even bother addressing her. I simply glanced in her direction. The sight of her baby bump made me feel sick. I quickly looked away.

  “Can I borrow Olivia? I need some help moving a few boxes.”

  “Well, you’d have to ask her,” my mother said. “Liv?”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m busy,” I replied. I lifted the remote control and changed the channel.

  “Well, it will only take a minute,” Mia said.

  “Liv, help your sister-in-law out. I’m sure she could use a hand.”

  “Fine.”

  I threw the remote down and jumped up. My mother gave me a strange look. I wasn’t normally this openly hostile towards Mia, but I was feeling irritable today.