Stepbrother: Take Me Away

by Tabatha Kiss

  “John, stop!” I shout and stand up. “Calm down!”

  He bridges the small gap between us and grabs my arm. “I am your husband. You do not tell me what to do! I tell you what to do. You are my wife and this behavior ends immediately!”

  “You’re hurting me!”

  “I will go to work. You will stay here and tend to the household. You will leave the house only to shop for groceries and then you will immediately come back home!” He barks the words into my ears so loudly, I fear they will bleed. “You will submit to my needs whenever I choose. And you will carry any child I put in you because that is your purpose. Do I make myself clear?”

  “No!” I scream in his face and pull my arm away. “I won’t live like this, John!”

  “I will never let you go, you disgusting incestuous whore!”

  He reaches for me again, but I place my hands on his chest and push with all my might. He stumbles backward, but easily rights himself.

  “I hate you!” I scream.

  “I don’t care what you feel. You will obey me. Period. Because that is what you vowed.” He growls the words through his teeth.

  I turn to run for the door, but he descends on me and presses me into the wall.

  “Let me go!” I scream.

  John brings his hand back and slaps me in the face. It stings so bad, my eyes immediately pour tears. “Tomorrow morning, we are seeing the doctor,” he says. “You should have been knocked up by now and there damn sure isn’t anything wrong with me.”

  “I’m not pregnant because I don’t want to be!” I scream into his face. “I don’t want your children and I never have!”

  He pauses briefly and leans in closer to me. So close, I can feel his red hot breath on my cheek. “You ungrateful slut,” he mutters. “You’ve been taking pills on the sly, haven’t you?” His nails dig into my skin. I can feel his anger quivering inside his muscles.

  “I’m warning you, John,” I say with a shaking voice. “Let me go.”

  “What can you ever do to me?” he quips with amusement.

  Using all of my strength, I bring my knee up to connect with his groin. He doubles forward and I shove him away from me long enough to grab the door and pull it open. I run out into the hallway, praying that I can reach the front door. If I can get outside, I can cry for help. We live in a nice neighborhood, with many other houses around. Surely, someone will hear me.

  John grabs me again at the top of the stairs. I kick him away, repeatedly lashing out, attempting to hurt him like he’s hurt me.

  “You fucking bitch!” he shouts at me.

  I push him one more time, shoving him with all of my might. He falls back and loses his footing on the stairs. I fall back in fright as I watch him tumble down the stairs. My ears ring with the undeniable sound of cracking bone. His body clamors like a rag doll until finally settling at the bottom in a silent clump.

  Epilogue - Six Months Later

  “I’ll never love you again!”

  I stare at myself in the vanity mirror, squishing my face into different expressions.

  “I’ll never love you again…”

  The words still don’t sound right. I sigh and sit back into my seat. After a quick, deep breath, I sit up tall again, forcing an air of confidence.

  “I will never love you again!”

  “Still memorizing that scene?”

  I turn around as Hamilton enters the bedroom. He carries his camera in his hand and sets it down on the vanity as he wanders over to me.

  “No,” I say. “I have it memorized already. Just working on my expressions.”

  “When is the audition?” he asks. He sits down on the edge of the bed and balances himself on his hands.

  “Today, at three,” I answer.

  “You’ll get it, Jennifer,” he says. “You’ve been practicing for weeks. Don’t worry about it.”

  I sigh and turn around to look at the mirror again. “I just wish they’d make a decision. This is my second call back.”

  “Come here,” Hamilton says.

  I stand up from the chair.

  “Bring the camera—” he adds.

  I grab the camera and walk over to the bed.

  “I want to show you something,” he says.

  I hand him the camera and sit down next to him.

  “I just finished this session. I want your opinion.” He turns the camera on and shows me the first photo.

  I’m wrecked immediately with a fit of laughter. “Is that Nadia?”

  “Yes,” he answers.

  I turn my head to the side. “How did she get into that pose without breaking something?”

  “I’m thinking it’s a good start for the my next show. Acrobatic Erotique!” he jokes.

  I nod. “Sounds good to me.”

  He sets the camera down and turns to me. “And I can show you how to get into that pose, here—” He leans into me and kisses me softly, pressing me down onto the bed.

  I accept his sweet kisses, his hands gripping my body to mold me into the difficult pose. A giggle fit strikes me. “No — stop!” I laugh louder as his finger tips retreat to tickle my underarms.

  Hamilton laughs and balances on his arms, each one placed on either side of me. “Jennifer…” he says.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Are you happy?”

  I stare into his eyes. The last few months pass in front of my vision like a blur, from funerals to being questioned by police. In the end, there was more than enough evidence to rule John’s death an accident. A self-defensive maneuver on my part. A clear cut case of domestic violence.

  “Yes,” I answer. I don’t even need to think about it. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

  “Thank you,” Hamilton whispers.

  “For what?” I ask.

  “For the privilege of being by your side,” he says.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. “The privilege is all mine, Hamilton Ward.” I smile wide and kiss him hard, holding him close to me. He pulls away and I ask, “Is Nadia gone?”

  “Yes,” he answers. He pushes his hips forward, rubbing his firm manhood between my thighs. “Do you need to get back to rehearsing?”

  “Oh, I think I’ve rehearsed long enough,” I whisper. My finger grips his member, trapped behind a barrier of denim jeans.

  “Good,” he says, his hands massaging my breasts.

  I look up into the skylight as his lips travel down my body. My body buzzes with his touch and I feel a burst of happiness.

  The afternoon sun illuminates my new life around me and I can’t help but smile.

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  “Rocky, wait!”

  Zeke enters the foyer just as the elevator doors open. I rush inside and push the lobby button. But he’s too quick and he easily boards the golden box long before the doors close behind us.

  “Rocky, please, just let me explain.”

  “There’s nothing to explain, Zeke,” I say. The elevator begins its descent.

  “I feel horrible about this.”

  I say nothing and keep my eyes fixed to the floor. I grab the railing behind me and take a deep breath to try and calm my pounding heart.

  Zeke steps towards me. His hands land on my cheeks and I can feel his breath on my face. “Rocky, please. Let me make this right.”

  I stop fighting. I let him pull my face up to look at him. I meet his eyes, his beautiful gray eyes, and they pull me in. His chest heaves up and down. His fingers caress my cheeks.

  “Fuck it,” he whispers.

  Zeke leans down and locks his lips with mine. It scares us both. His wide eyes search me for clues, looking for an indication of how I’ll react. Every muscle in my body goes tense as Zeke pulls me in a little closer.

  I kiss him back. His hands move down my body as I lean into him, my desires on fire. He gathers up my dre
ss and forces his hands underneath, his fingers tickling my skin. I slide into the corner of the elevator and Zeke holds me in place against the wall.

  “I love you, Rocky…” he whispers.

  My lips brush against his. I try to speak, but I can’t get the words out. My mind and body are in total shock, my adrenaline on overload.

  Zeke’s fingers travel closer to my mound. My desire is throbbing, begging to be touched.

  A moan escapes me as his fingers graze my nether lips inside my panties. The thrill of it catches me off guard, but I don’t want him to stop. He taps against my clitoris, each touch sending a shock wave through my core.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long…” he groans.

  He slips a finger inside of me and doesn’t stop until it’s all the way in.

  I moan loudly and writhe against his hand. His finger fucks me over and over again, playing me like concert pianist. It doesn’t matter what note he wants me to play, I’ll move the moon and skies to make it for him.

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  I step towards the back of the house and creep up the stairs. His room is at the end of the hall on the second floor, right across from mine. Everything tells me to leave him be and to just go lock myself up in my own room until the feelings inside of me go away. But I can’t deny how badly I want to go to him.

  I can’t stop myself as I step quietly towards his room. The door is open a crack and I see his shape passing back and forth behind the door. His shadows bounce off the wall, the light of a single lamp next to his bed illuminating the room.

  I take a deep breath and tap lightly on the door. He says nothing as he steps to the door and pulls it open, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but his pajama pants. His chest is on full display, the first enticing glance of abs poke out along his strong torso.

  I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. In all honesty, I have no idea what to say. Should I apologize? Should I tell him that it was just a stupid drunken mistake and that we should forget it ever happened? Or should I admit that I’ve fantasized about him since the day I met him and tell him I have no regrets about what I did?

  Before I can speak, he takes my breath away. I feel his hands on my face as he pulls me closer to him. His lips latch onto mine as he steps backwards, clinging to me, taking me along with him into the dark room. He reaches behind me to push the door close. I flinch as it slams shut behind me and he presses me against it. With a flick of his wrist, he locks the door.

  Graham towers over me. His eyes stare at me, searching me for answers that I clearly cannot give. I feel him backing away. He curls his hands into fists and I see him feel the same inner struggle that I feel. He wants me, I know it. He doesn’t think he can do it. But I want him to. I want him to take me so badly.

  I kiss him again, using my entire body against him as I pull him closer. My fingers push through his perfect, black hair, holding his face against mine.

  “Wait—” he says. Graham pulls away and takes a step back. “We can’t do this—”

  “Why not?” I say. I try to step towards him, but he places his hands on my shoulders.

  “You know why,” he says. “It’s not right.”

  “We aren’t related by blood,” I say, spewing any logic my hazy mind can come up with. “It’s okay.”

  “But we’re still related,” he argues.

  “Through marriage,” I say. “That’s not our fault.”

  “But it’s still fact…”

  “It’s also fact that I’ve been attracted to you for over a year,” I admit. “And you said so yourself that you always wanted me to kiss you. Which means that you want this, too, right?” I pause to catch my breath.

  Graham’s chest heaves up and down. I can see the wheels turning in his head, no doubt attempting to justify his actions. “What if they find out?” he whispers.

  “They won’t,” I say. I take a few steps towards him and align my body against his. I feel his rigid sex between us. My heart is racing, charging for the point of no return. “It’ll just be our little secret.” I put my palms against his bare chest as I lean in closer to whisper in his ear, “I promise.”

  He sighs against my touch. I can sense him coming around. He entwines his fingers with mine. My body pulses, shock waves vibrating my nether as I push up on the tips of my toes to kiss him once more.

  “I know you want this, Graham,” I say as my lips peck at his neck. “It’s okay — I want it, too.”

  He doesn’t pull away from me this time. As I push against him, leading him backwards towards his bed, he holds my face in his hands. “Penny…” he groans. “I haven’t…”

  “What?” We find the bed together and he topples down. I feel his body shaking as he loses his balance.

  “I just… haven’t. You know…”

  I pause and look at him. I was so caught up in my desires, I haven’t thought about the real details. “I haven’t either,” I say with a smile.

  I push my hands into his shoulders and use my weight to lay him down on the bed. His rough manhood presses against me and I quiver for him as I lower myself down to lie next to him. I prop myself on one arm and lay my lips against his as my free hand travels down his body. He twitches beneath my touch and I smile at him between tender kisses. My hand drifts into his slacks and my fingertips tremble as I graze his stiff member.

  His warm breath touches my cheek as he lets out a soft moan.

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