Nine Steamy Step Stories

by Lilian St. James

  “Dylan, please.”

  “Soon.”

  I tore at the mattress, grabbed a handful of crumpled sheets and held on, afraid to let go.

  Dylan continued to tease, and every time his cock touched off my clit, the tension built and built. My body ached for him and wanted to come with him inside of me.

  “Now, Dylan, please, now.”

  He moved away from me, picked up his jeans and grabbed a condom from the back pocket. He rolled the latex over his length and in one swift, slick movement, he slid into me. He was hard and thick and unbelievably big. Everything was happening too fast, too slow. Not fast enough. More. I wanted more. I writhed beneath him, undulating, pulsing. Dylan gripped my hips and pumped fiercely.

  His fingers dug into my skin so hard it almost hurt, but I loved the almost pain pleasure sensation. The harder he gripped, the faster he thrust, until his body was a blur of movement.

  My orgasm hit hard and fast, shattering my mind, my soul. The world around me exploded into a billion tiny pieces and shudders wracked my body. Nothing but the sensation flowing through me existed. I clung to him and feverishly rotated and bucked my hips, unwilling to release him until my orgasm receded and my body stopped shaking.

  “I love you, Dyl.”

  For a second, he stilled, but then he increased his pace.

  “Oh, God.” I panted and cried out.

  “Come again,” he moaned, his words disjointed and raspy.

  I cried out again and again and my body tightened around him. A loud, hoarse roar erupted from him as he exploded deep inside of me. The feel of his release sent me over the edge again.

  Dylan slumped onto me, his body damp with sweat. “Are you okay?”

  “Perfect.” I kissed him hard, thankful I’d waited as long as I had to admit my feelings. If it’d happened sooner, it would have been a mistake and wouldn’t have been like this. Being here with him, accepting the past, made us different people, or maybe it made us the people we were meant to be.

  “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked.

  “Down the hall, first door on the right.”

  With a hoarse groan, Dylan withdrew from my warmth and padded toward the bathroom while I scrambled beneath the comforter.

  No more than a minute had passed when he strolled toward the bed. He lifted the comforter and crawled in beside me. His warm body smelled of soap and fresh sweat.

  He draped an arm over my belly, I snuggled into the crook of his neck and one of his legs draped over mine. I felt safe, warm.

  “Did you mean what you said?” he asked, feathering kisses over my face.

  I squeezed my eyes tight. To hell with it. There was no way I could deny what I said or how I felt. “I meant it, I love you. I’ve never said that to anyone in my life, and it terrifies me. What if it doesn’t work out? What if you end up hating me, or…worse…”

  Hurt swamped his eyes and his muscles went tripwire tight. “Jesus, Elle. I’m not my father. I’m completely sane. I wouldn’t hurt a hair on your body. I’d lay down my life for you.”

  I burrowed into his chest and his arms enveloped me. “I’m sorry. I—”

  “Don’t explain. I’m here for you. For the rest of your life, I’m yours. Stay with me. Give us a chance.”

  “What if it gets too much and I run again?” A golf ball of emotion formed in my throat.

  “I’ll let you go and will be here when you come back. I love you.”

  Happiness and contentment filled every cell in my body and tears flooded my eyes but this time, instead of holding them back, I let them fall. “Say it again.”

  “I. Love. You.”

  With infinite tenderness, Dylan placed his soft lips on mine and whispered, “Forever.”

  The End

  Through Her Stepbrother’s Eyes

  A Standalone Short Story

  Chapter One

  My shopping cart looked like a commercial for an eating disorder. A three-day detox, a ten-day colon cleanse, and various breakfast and dinner shakes. They all promised to melt the fat right out of my cells.

  What I most wanted to do was run down the candy aisle and throw every single box of Milk Duds into my cart. Then I would go to the bakery department and stock up on frosted cupcakes and jelly donuts. But if I did, I’d never fit into the size-twelve prom dress hanging in my closet. Prom was less than four weeks away. I didn’t have a date—yet. The guys at school didn’t notice me, and those that did called me blubber, fatso, fat-ass, fattie, heifer, hog, but if they were feeling kind, cow. As soon as I was as skinny as the other girls they wouldn’t be so mean. They’d line up and beg me for a date. I would laugh and say no, before finally putting them out of their misery by saying yes.

  Three weeks to lose four dress sizes was maybe a little ambitious. But I could do it. If I had to starve myself, I would. I’d also bought a diet plan from my mom’s friend. I made her swear not to tell anyone the cost—especially not my mom. She would have a conniption if she knew.

  On prom night, when I walked into the gym, everyone would gasp in awe at the skinny girl in the breathtaking blue dress. Cinderella would have nothing on me. More than anything else that image made me bypass the cakes and cookies and head straight to the checkout. This time I was going to lose weight and this time I would stick it out.

  “Well, look who it is, it’s Sophie Cameron.” Perfect Alice Smith stood at the checkout and gave me a smile that would flay the flesh from bones.

  Acid-filled dread sloshed around my stomach. Her cash register would have to be the only one open on the day I stocked up on my diet supplies. I might as well post it on Facebook and Instagram right now because the minute I left, she sure as hell would. She flicked her perfect blond hair behind her perfect ear and continued to smile.

  “Oh, um, hey, Alice.” My cheeks heated and I stacked my items on the conveyor belt, waiting for the tirade of abuse to begin.

  She held the three-day detox box between her forefinger and thumb as if by holding it, she would catch a disease. She lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Oh, honey, you’re going to need more than this. You’re going to need at least twenty of these and then some.” She giggled, amused by her nonexistent wit.

  With pursed lips, she swept the box over the scanner and tossed it into the bag-packing area. Next she picked up the appetite suppressants. “Why not just binge and purge?” Pressing a finger to her lips, she gave me a conspiratorial smile. “Ssssh. It’s how most of the cheerleading squad stays so skinny.” She swept her perfect indigo eyes over me and I pulled at the hem of my black, oversized t-shirt.

  Heaving out an impatient sigh, Alice shook her head. “But…you need willpower and self-discipline to binge and purge and we all know you have none.” Without paying attention, she continued to scan my items. “How many slices of pizza did you have for lunch yesterday? Three? Not that I was counting, but, ya’ know, I was behind you in the cafeteria line.”

  “Actually, it was one,” I mumbled, shoving my shopping into bags. “Diane asked me to grab her a slice so did Pippa.”

  “Oh, sure.” She nodded, but I could tell she didn’t believe me. “Ya’ know, I bet underneath all that mousy hair and layers of fat is a pretty girl just dying to get out.”

  Pain twisted my heart and my cheeks heated to nuclear levels, but I swallowed down the hurt and continued to shove my shopping into bags. Pulling myself together, I smiled sweetly. “Ya’ know, I bet underneath all those layers of bitch is a heart.”

  ****

  By the time I reached home, I’d pushed perfect Alice to the back of my mind and set about arranging my meager rations for the next few weeks on the kitchen table. First thing in the morning, I had to drink a vitamin shot then drink a liter of water followed by a shake. Five-hundred calories a day was my limit. Ugh! Five-hundred calories was equal to one blueberry crumb donut. My stomach grumbled in protest at the thought of having nothing but fruit, salad, and water for the next thirty days. Soda and energy drinks ran through my
body like fizzy blood.

  “Hey there, lil’ sis.”

  I dropped my ten-day colon cleanse on the floor. “Noah! You’re home. No one told me. This is so awesome.” I threw my arms around my stepbrother’s neck and hugged him tight. It’d been ages since I last saw him. Six months ago, giving no reason, he dropped out of college and went to work on the oil rigs in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. I pressed my nose against his neck; his brown hair curled at the ends tickling my face, and his delicious musky cologne filled my senses.

  “I asked Mom and Dad to keep it a secret. Consider it a late eighteenth birthday surprise. Surprise. ”

  I squeezed him tighter. “I hate you. I would’ve decorated the house with a big welcome sign or baked a cake or something.” He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, hoisted me up and twirled me around and around. The fact that I weighed more than a baby whale didn’t seem to faze him.

  “Put me down, you idiot,” I said with a laugh.

  “I will if you promise to make some of your famous cupcakes. When we binge watch Game of Thrones, we can stuff our faces.”

  “Sorry, can’t. I’m on a diet. Gotta lose some weight before the prom.”

  He lowered me to the floor. “You have a date?” Disappointment flashed across his slate-gray eyes, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared. I gave my head a mental shake. Why would Noah be disappointed if I had a date?

  “No, no date, but as soon as I finish my diet, I will.”

  “Another diet?” He frowned. “Do you know how many men would kill for someone like you?”

  “What are you talking about?” I motioned my hands up and down. “Are you blind? Have you seen me?”

  “I see you very clearly.” His eyes narrowed and darkened. What the hell was his deal? He was behaving as if he liked me or something, which was the most ridiculously ridiculous notion in the world. Men like Noah did not go for girls like me. Statuesque blonds like perfect Alice were more his type. Plus, and this was a big one, he was my stepbrother.

  Ignoring his reaction, or the reaction I’d perceived, I sighed and continued to organize my eating regime for the coming weeks. “The boys at school think I’m fat and disgusting. They treat me like I’m less than worthy… I want to prove I’m not.”

  “They’re jerks. And like you said they’re boys. Believe me, men appreciate women with beautiful curves like yours.”

  Embarrassed heat scorched my skin. Was Noah flirting with me or just trying to make me feel better? Either way, my body reacted as if he was flirting. My nipples hardened and my panties dampened, which was a total overreaction. Getting turned on by my stepbrother’s kind words was ludicrous, to say the least.

  He picked up one of the canisters containing the powdered shakes. “What is this crap?”

  “My breakfast and dinner for the next thirty days.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  I snatched the canister out of his hands. “Nope. I’m just sick of everything. Sick of the girls at school sniggering and whispering if I pick up more than one pizza slice. Sick of people calling me fat. Sick of pretending I don’t care.”

  “Sophie,” he pried the one-hundred dollar canister from my fingers, set it down, and cupped his hands around my face. “You’re beautiful.” His eyes locked with mine, dimming to the color of a dusky sky. “You’re perfect.”

  Not able to hold the intensity of his penetrating gaze, I lowered my eyes. “You’re my family. You have to say that.”

  “No, I don’t. I’m taking all of this shit and dumping it in the trash.” He gathered my products in his arms.

  “No, stop. I paid five-hundred dollars for that stuff.”

  He rolled his eyes as if I was insane and placed everything back on the table. “Five-hundred dollars?” He picked up a protein bar and scanned the ingredients. “Do you know how much junk is in this? It looks as if I came home just in time.”

  “In time for what?”

  “An intervention. Whatever plans you have for this weekend, cancel them.”

  Chapter Two

  Friday after school, I sorted through my various shakes and protein bars, put them in a box and placed it in the back of Noah’s truck. The past few days were hellish. Perfect Alice made sure every senior knew about my diet plans. Having lettuce leaves thrown at me while I walked down the hallway was not exactly pleasant. Even though I wanted to cry, I didn’t. Showing any weakness was the same as presenting my heart to them as a sacrifice—they would gouge it with their fingernails before ripping it to pieces. I laughed off their bullying but secretly sobbed in the bathroom stalls when no one was around. Summer vacation and the end of high school couldn’t come fast enough.

  “Where are we going?” I called to Noah who strolled down the driveway toward me.

  “The cabin.”

  “Are you sure about this? You just got home and I bet your dad wants to spend time with you.”

  “I’ve talked to your mom and my dad and they agree that getting you away for a few days will be good. Plus, I want to spend time with you. No more bullshit about how fat you are or how people think you’re disgusting or less than anything. They think you’re less because you allow them to think that.”

  “Whatever, Dr. Phil.” Not bothering to hide my annoyance, I scraped my hair into a messy bun at the nape of my neck. “You don’t know a thing about my life so don’t lecture me on what I do or don’t think about myself, or what I do and don’t allow people to think about me.”

  “I’m not lecturing you. I want you to see and understand how amazing you are. Now get your butt in the truck and let’s go. I’d like to get there before dark.”

  Huffing, I sat in the passenger seat and slammed the door closed.

  “Have a great time, hon,” Mom called from the front door.

  I leaned out of the open window and waved. “Thanks, Mom, tell Richard I said bye.”

  “Will do, sweetie.”

  Mom closed the door and Noah started the truck. He switched on the radio and as he backed out of the driveway, he hummed along to a country song about breaking hearts and drinking beers.

  “So,” I said, “tell me more about your work on the rigs.” I leaned forward and fiddled with the radio dial, settling on a pop station.

  “Nothing to tell.” He changed the dial back to the country station and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “It’s dirty work. Hard. But the money’s good. I have zero college loans. Zero debt.”

  “Sounds pretty awesome. When you dropped out, I thought you’d lost your mind but maybe you had the right idea.” I laid back and enjoyed the sun streaming through the windscreen. The buzz of lawn mowers filled the air and the scent of fresh cut grass flowed through the open windows. “How long are you home for?”

  “A couple of weeks. Maybe a month. It all depends.”

  “On what.”

  “On you.” He reached over and rested his large, callused hand on my knee. Lightning shot up my thigh and settled between my legs. Jesus. There was nothing different in the innocent way he touched me. He’d touched me that way a million times before and not once had I ever felt a jolt or a sizzle.

  By the time we pulled up to the cabin, twilight had fallen. Diamond-like stars sparkled in the darkening sky and birds chirped their goodnights.

  “Remember when we were kids how we used to lie down by the lake and try to name the stars,” I said turning to face Noah.

  He smiled, crinkling the laughter lines around his eyes. “It’s one of my favorite summer memories. Maybe we’ll do that while we’re here?”

  “I’d like to,” I said and opened the car door.

  He stretched, and his t-shirt rode up giving me a glimpse of his ripped abs. “You go turn on all the lights and I’ll unpack the car.”

  “Yes, sir.” I jumped out, and ran up the creaky wooden steps to the front door. I located the key beneath the welcome mat and opened up the cabin. I flicked on the lights. Everything was just as we’d left it after our C
hristmas ski trip—tidy and orderly if a little dusty. Crossing the hardwood floors, I opened the folding doors that led to the deck. The stillness of the lake reflected the surrounding trees like a mirror.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Noah said from behind.

  “As always,” I agreed with a dreamy sigh.

  The alarm on my phone blared. “Time for a delicious and nutritious shake.” My stomach roiled at the thought. I wanted more than a slimy chocolate concoction. I wanted a burger and fries followed by an honest-to-goodness ice cream shake with whipped cream and sprinkles.

  I rummaged through the box of food Noah had placed on the counter by the cooktop.

  “Noah, where‘re my shakes?” Panic laced my voice. “I know I packed them.”

  “In the trash where they belong.”

  “What? You had no right to do that. They cost two months of babysitting.” Anger filled my veins and tears stung my eyes. One weekend off the diet and I’d never fit into my prom dress.

  Noah sauntered toward me and swiped his fingers over the tears splashing down my cheeks.

  “You don’t need them. You don’t need to lose weight. At least not by starving yourself and believing snake-oil promises written by some marketing guy. Everything about you is perfect and delicious.” He lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. My breath stopped along with my heart leaving me dazed and disorientated. What the hell was happening? What was Noah doing?

  “Noah?” Questions wrinkled my forehead. “I don’t understand.”

  He traced his fingertips down my arms raising goosebumps.

  “Sophie,” his voice was raspy and he cleared his throat. “Why do you think I went to work on the oil rigs?”

  “Um, you wanted to get out of our one-horse town?”

  “Try again.” He squeezed his strong hands around my biceps.

  “You were sick of college? The rigs paid more money than you’d earn working in a bank?”

  “Nope.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I left to get away from you.”