STEPBROTHER Love 2

by Scarlet, I.

  I had sex…

  “I couldn’t sleep last night.”

  And it was marvelous!

  Her eyes squinted to slits and she bit her lip.

  And then her eyes popped open like fireworks.

  “Oh… my… God!” she chortled. “You had sex, didn’t you?”

  My mouth fell open and I tried to deny it… but I had, and I wasn’t used to lying.

  That was going to be a problem when mom and dad came home from their honeymoon.

  Dear god… let me be able to lie to my parents.

  I sat down on the exercise table, so I could talk easier to Leona in her wheelchair, and let my face fall into my hands.

  “What am I going to do?”

  “What do you mean ‘What am I going to do?’” Leona said sarcastically. “You’re going to go track down this sexual god—I mean, I thought you were going to be one of those girls that either starts collecting stray cats, or gets a spiky haircut like my daughter Jennifer, and tells me she’s a lesbian on my birthday.”

  I looked up and felt the laugh bubble float up from my belly and explode from my mouth.

  “On your birthday?”

  She nodded sagely. “Would it have killed her to do that on her own birthday? But no, she announces it over the freaking PA system, when she was supposed to say a toast to me, but instead she comes out of the closet.”

  I sighed and patted her hand. “Wow… that sucks.”

  Leona shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m going to tell everyone at their wedding—it’s next month at the Doubleday—about how I caught her and Mindy Hooch making out in the garage when she was sixteen. They both had braces, and they’d got stuck trying to push away from each other so fast. She thinks I bought her accidentally banging their teeth together during hopscotch. Ha!” Leona grinned wistfully. “She’ll just die.”

  I laughed nervously. “I know I would.” I couldn’t not think of how Joshua and I had almost been caught kissing two years ago. What if mom or Paul had seen us?

  What if they already know?

  That would be… shiiit… my world would end.

  “So,” Leona said belligerently, “about you having sex, finally. You were a virgin, right?”

  I closed my eyes and grimaced. “Yes, it was my first time.” And my second and third… and fourth. “And if you can tell, and we’ve only known each other for a couple weeks, my mom is going to know the second she lays eyes on me.”

  Leona leaned over and pinched my cheek again, this time so hard I squealed like a mouse caught in a trap.

  “Suck it up. So you’re not a virgin anymore. Unless you’re going to marry a prince or go into a convent, I don’t think it will matter. Not to you or your mother.”

  If you only knew.

  My first time was with my stepbrother.

  She leveled me with a glare. “There’s more, isn’t there?”

  “I can’t tell you.” I can’t tell anyone…ever.

  Leona took a sharp breath in, her eyes bugging out. “You didn’t sleep with a professor?” She clucked her tongue and tapped her glitter dusted hot pink acrylic nails against her chin. “Your basketball coach?”

  “A world of no. On both fronts.” I had to change the subject. “So are you taking a date to your daughter’s wedding?”

  “Victor or Ned. Whichever one is up and walking by then.”

  Victor had a new knee joint, and Ned had a double hip replacement.

  My money was on Ned. He was a go-getter… plus it was easier to recover when you got both joints done at the same time. Usually the “good” joint went bad overcompensating for the “bad” joint. So by the time you got the “bad” one replaced, the “good” one needed replacing as well.

  If they did both the first time around, the recovery was usually less than half the time of just replacing one joint.

  And don’t get me started on pins to let the broken joint or bone heal. Those never worked, and the patient always suffered through their convalescence instead of getting stronger and making a full recovery.

  “So who is he?”

  I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “Does that mean you’re going to tell me?”

  I looked at her and sighed.

  “No. But it does mean we can skip the table… for today.”

  “Girly… that’s the best news I’ve had all month.” She cooed. “Even better than when they shocked me back to life after my heart attack. Now that was a hell of a thing!”

  Chapter 8

  Joshua

  I woke up with the sun in my face—no better way to begin the day.

  I stretched, scratched my chest, and then my balls.

  There was no sheet… and I was naked…

  Huh…

  Why would I be naked?

  Oh, Cali…

  Cali…

  Cali…

  She was a cover-hog… who knew?

  I rolled over to wrap my arms around a most assuredly naked Cali…

  And found myself alone in my bed.

  I opened my eyes and looked around, all the way around my bedroom.

  She wasn’t anywhere.

  Huh…

  Okay, I was suddenly feeling like the girl here.

  She’d left me. After having all that great, fucking mind altering sex, she’d left me all alone.

  She didn’t wake me up or kiss me good-bye.

  Huh…

  I rolled over to my nightstand and found my cell. I flicked through my contacts and clicked on “Princess.”

  One ring.

  Two rings.

  She picked up on the third ring. “So I see you finally woke up.”

  “Someone, who will remain nameless—princess—rushed off without saying a word, or trying to take advantage of me in my sleep.”

  She laughed. Not her usually guarded laugh, but a throaty, sexy laugh. “You poor baby.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m at work, silly,” she said. She had the sweetest voice. “Some of us have to work, remember?”

  “Is that the virgin killer?” a foggy female voice asked and then laughed.

  “Leona… please.” There was a pause. “He didn’t kill anyone.”

  “Wrong, sweetie. He killed the virgin you. Now you’re the woman you.”

  I shot up in bed and tried to rub the confusion out of my eyes. “Cali, are you telling people about us?”

  “Of course not!” she said contemptuously.

  Another pause.

  “She guessed.”

  “She guessed?” I echoed in an increasingly irritated tone.

  “Yeah, she guessed I lost my virginity. But I have not told her anything else.”

  I had an image flash through my head of Cali standing there in a girl scout’s uniform making the girl scouts’ sign, pledging that “I have not told her anything else.”

  “Come on; give an old lady a thrill. Tell me who this stud of yours is. Do you have any pictures? Any nudies?”

  “Leona!”

  “Don’t tell her ANYTHING!” I cried out.

  Jesus fucking Christ. That’s all I needed was for a gaggle of old women gossiping about Cali and her stepbrother/lover.

  FUCK!

  It was too quiet.

  “Cali?”

  “I’m not stupid.”

  And that’s all she said, because she hung up on me.

  Chapter 9

  Cali

  “What a jerk,” I muttered after pressing the “end” button fifteen times.

  Leona cooed. “Don’t be too hard on him, dear.”

  I turned on her, furious. Furious at him, and now at her for telling me to go easy on him.

  Joshua was a jerk, an asshole. Always has been, always would be.

  Leona held up her hands and rolled back from me by shuffling her feet.

  “I’m just saying, no man—young or old—knows what to say to a woman the morning after.”

  I deflated on th
e spot. “Oh…”

  “Even after thirty years, they may never learn.”

  Oh…

  “Is he… still…”

  Leona laughed. “Of course not! I wouldn’t need a date for Georgie’s wedding if he was still alive.”

  “I’m sorry.” I really was stepping in it today, wasn’t I?

  “No worries. He died with a smile on his face, if you know what I mean?”

  Oh. My. God.

  I, unfortunately, knew exactly what she meant.

  “It was the first time in thirty years he didn’t say the wrong thing the next morning.”

  TMI, TMI…

  “Now,” she said, reaching over for her disco ball stylized walker. “Let’s go taunt those bitches on A Wing.”

  Chapter 10

  Joshua

  Shit, I felt like a real asshole for talking to Cali that way.

  I just couldn’t stop myself. If a rumor about us, a rumor about us having a relationship, got back to mom and dad…

  All hell would break out.

  Dad would kill me.

  Suzy would never speak to me again.

  And I’d never see Cali again.

  They’d make sure of it.

  We’d be sent to schools on opposite sides of the country.

  Hell, they’d probably send me to a nice, safe little university in the freaking middle-east. Somewhere war torn yet “highly recommended.”

  I heard her voice in my head again.

  I’m not stupid.

  No, I was the stupid one. I had to make it up to her.

  Flowers?

  Wine?

  Season tickets to the Charlotte Hornets?

  Whatever I was going to do, I needed to think of it fast. She’d be coming home sooner or later… and I wanted her here, in my arms… in my bed, sooner than later.

  I got an idea. A memory from back when we were just a family out on a Sunday, driving around.

  I got up, got showered and made a beeline for the door. I had something smooth and sweet to find, and not a ton of time. And I needed to compose an apology.

  I shook the pathetic out of my head.

  Maybe I’d just kiss the shit out of her until she forgave me.

  Chapter 11

  Cali

  By the time I got off work I realized I’d really screwed up.

  I mean, I royally screwed up.

  Joshua was right. I needed to keep us secret.

  And that meant from everyone. Friends, strangers, patients, and most importantly from mom and dad.

  Mom would freak out seven ways ‘til Sunday. Paul, well, he’s always been great. Calm, cool, collected.

  He’d understand.

  Maybe.

  But maybe wasn’t good enough.

  About a mile from work I ran into grid-lock traffic.

  Nothing like moving forward five feet every ten minutes to make a girl think too much.

  I needed to do something special for Joshua.

  But what?

  I’d already beaten him at basketball. And though he’d seemed to get off on it, I didn’t think he’d take it quite the same way after what we’d said to each other.

  I looked ahead of me and saw a huge billboard with an ad for Vince’s Hot Dog Shoppe.

  I suddenly had a flash back to trying—and failing—to give Joshua a proper blowjob.

  I looked down at my phone and pondered who—if anyone—to call.

  My circle of friends has always been limited to the girls I played ball with. Almost exclusively.

  There were the girls I’d played ball with for two years here in town, the girls I’d played with in Charlotte the last two years, and now the girls at Chapel Hill.

  I picked up my phone and scrolled down my numbers until a name practically reached out and slapped me.

  Yolanda Riviera.

  She was half African-American, half Latin, one hundred percent in charge.

  She was the captain of the Chapel Hill Tar Heels.

  And she talked endlessly about her conquests, on and off the basketball court.

  I clicked on her number and tapped out a text.

  [Hey there Yolanda.]

  A couple minutes went by and I started to think she wouldn’t text back.

  But then my phone rang. She was calling me back.

  “Hi Yolanda.”

  “Is this that skinny little blonde girl who keeps letting Coach Pratt intimidate her?”

  I said she was blunt.

  “That’s me.” I took a deep breath and tried to push all that shit about the new coach and how he treated me out of my mind. “But that’s not what I called about.”

  “Too bad,” she chuckled. “Because you know I’d never let him talk to me the way he talks to you.”

  “But you’re you, and I’m…” Damn it to hell. “I need pointers on giving good head!”

  A couple of my fellow grid locked drivers looked over at me.

  I’d really just screamed that, hadn’t I?

  “My, my, my…” Yolanda sang, “Little Miss Tightly-Wound has cock on the brain.” She laughed one of those perfect laughs that comes up like a bubble in tar and erupts with a single, musical pop.

  I closed my eyes, sank down in my seat until I was pretty sure no one could see me anymore, and said, “I tried doing it last night, but I couldn’t get more than…” Dear lord this was embarrassing.

  “Spit it out, sugar lump,” she crooned. “What was it you couldn’t get more than…”

  She waited, not making a sound… not even breathing sounds.

  “I… I couldn’t get more than the head in my mouth before I started choking.”

  There, I’d said it.

  I also felt like everyone within a mile was watching me, staring, listening to me say “head.”

  “Oh… well, I’m more of a receiver of the oral sex than the giver. I guess I gotta be on top for everything.”

  “Oh…” I said, discouraged. I didn’t think I had the courage to call anyone else in my contacts. It would be too humiliating.

  Would I have call the most submissive girls I knew to find a master of fellatio?

  And then Yolanda said, “But I know a guy.”

  I blinked. “A guy?”

  “Yeah,” Yolanda said. “Roger… he’s my best gay, and the Captain of Temple University’s Basketball team.”

  “He’s an Owl?” I guess I sounded kind of stunned.

  “Hey,” Yolanda said blunt as a sledgehammer, “He’s one of the best players I’ve ever seen, and a natural born leader. Plus he can suck the chrome off the tailpipe of a ’57 Mustang.”

  Oh…

  So I was going to get fellatio lessons from the gay captain of the Temple University Owls… this couldn’t get any bizarre.

  “Give me a second,” Yolanda said, and then I heard a phone ringing.

  “Are you calling someone else?”

  “Yeah, sweet cheeks, you’re gonna have your first three-way… three way call that is.” And she snorted.

  “Hello?” came a dark, metallic rough voice.

  “Yo Roger! It’s Yolanda.”

  “Hey Yo. What’s up? You changing your bet on the Knick’s game?”

  “Hell no,” chuckled Yolanda, “Oakland is going to bust their asses… make ‘em their bitches. No, I need some of your extraordinary advice on giving head.”

  There was that word again.

  I sank lower in my seat.

  The car in front of me moved up a foot. I nudge my car forward.

  “I told you you’d find a man worth blowing one day! What’s his name and how big is he?” Roger said it all in that gruff, rough voice, so casually.

  Maybe I really was Miss Tightly-Wound.

  “It ain’t for me, Roger… you know I don’t throw down like that. It’s for my friend, the former virgin, Miss Cali Winters.”

  Oh god, she told him my name… and that I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

  Wow… I really wasn’t a virgin anymore.

/>   Wow…

  “Hey Cali, say hello to Roger.”

  Is this what they mean by being thrown under the bus?

  “Um… hi, Roger.”

  They both burst out laughing.

  “That’s adorable,” he sighed, his laughter abating.

  “I know,” Yolanda said, and then snorted again. “She was a virgin yesterday, and now she wants to become a suck-job master. So I thought of you immediately.” They both laughed again. “I mean, there is no one that knows their way around a cock like you.”

  “True story. You, Little Miss Tightly-Wound Cali Winters,”—and he remembered my name, and nickname, first time out. Nice.—“Came to the right man. Where are you?”

  “What?” I sounded like a scared little twit.

  “I mean, are you home? At your grandma’s?”

  “In my car, on I-40 West, in gridlock traffic.”

  “Okay, then. Take the first exit you come to and find a convenience store that sells popsicles. Do you have some Chloraseptic Spray at home?”

  I frowned. “I think there’s some in my parents’ medicine cabinet.”

  “Great, but you won’t need that until the big event. But the popsicles are for practice.”

  Traffic magically moved up and parted, revealing an exit for me. “You want me to practice blowing a popsicle… in public?”

  “Well, if you think you can make it home before I have to leave for my grandma’s birthday party in thirty minutes, then we can hold off. But if you can’t, I suggest you get over your shyness and get moving.”

  “He’s worth it,” Yolanda volunteered. “He’s helped like a dozen of my friends learn to give amazing head.” She snorted again. I’d never heard her laugh as much as she was with me. “One girl got accused of being a prostitute after she blew her fella.”

  “That was a proud moment,” Roger said, dead pan. “But we’re going to have to do this on FaceTime. And I need a couple props.”

  Chapter 12

  I ran into the 7-11 and searched frantically for some popsicles. I grabbed them, raced up to the register and bought them, my face burning with embarrassment. You’d think I had a pack of condoms and some KY lube.

  It had taken five whole minutes to maneuver through to the exit, and then another couple of minutes to park and grab my purse. Add to that the four minutes my mad dash through the 7-11 had cost me, and I was down to less than twenty minutes.