I walked with trepidation through the front door of my mom’s new house. I’d seen the house before — I’d gone home from college to celebrate with her when she bought it last year — but I hadn’t been there since she and her boyfriend ran away, got married, and he moved in. That’s my mom for you! Eloping in her fifties.
But it wasn’t my mom who greeted me.
I could see a young guy with dark, curly hair stirring a cup of something on the kitchen counter, watching it with intense focus. As I opened the door, he looked up. He was the most gorgeous person I’d ever seen. Dark, liquid eyes, and a dopey smile, which he flashed at me as I let my bag drop to the floor.
“He was the most gorgeous person I’d ever seen. Dark, liquid eyes, and a dopey smile, which he flashed at me as I let my bag drop to the floor.”
“You must be Alice!” he said, letting the spoon fall with a clink against the side of his cup and taking a long stride toward me. “Your mom and my dad went to the store. They should be back soon. I’m Brandon.”
He stepped toward me holding his hand out, and I took it in a daze. It was rough but warm, firm but gentle. “I’m Carl’s son,” he added. “Sorry, didn’t mean to surprise you! Hey, I’m making some hot chocolate. I bet you could use some.” He closed the door, which I’d left wide open, wind throwing tiny, cold snowflakes into the warm house.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I said, aware of the deep chill that settled in my bones from the short walk between my car and the house. It was one of those winters.
Brandon went about the kitchen pulling out another mug, filling it with milk and drizzling dark chocolate sauce into it, watching intently as the chocolate cut through the milk. It reminded me of when I was a kid; I loved watching the dark chocolate and white milk swirling together.
“I always love watching it,” Brandon said, as if reading my mind. He turned his body out to allow me to step in next to him as I peered into the cup.
Being so close to his body, I knew I was in trouble.
The week started out this way. Eye contact between us would linger and we would find excuses to be close to each other. His body radiated a magnetic pull, but dammit, he was my brother now… Well, stepbrother, but still.
Our parents seemed thrilled that we were getting along so well. Perhaps they’d been afraid we would resent each other, two adult kids having to share a space for the long holiday break.
One night after dinner, the four of us were sitting in the living room. My mom and Carl got up, both of them yawning and said they were going to bed. They disappeared into the bedroom down the hall.
Brandon had been sleeping on the couch, and so I made a move to head to my bedroom.
“I was going to make some tea,” Brandon said without missing a beat. “Care for some?”
Brandon made the tea and then came to sit next to me on the couch, handing me the hot cup. I noticed the distance between our legs, mere inches, and felt my breath speed up.
“Thanks,” I said.
We held each other’s eyes for a beat too long and then he looked away, laughing nervously.
“Something funny?” I asked, unable to keep myself from slipping into a flirty tone.
“Nothin’” he said, rolling his eyes slightly and then blowing gently on the steam coming from his cup. I inhaled the scent of cinnamon. “Nothin’, I just wish you weren’t so cute.”
Now it was my turn to look away, hide my smile.
“What’s wrong with me being cute?” I tossed back, my body warming from more than the tea.
“We’ll… you’re my sister now.”
“Haha. Not really! Just… like… yeah.”
The door opened down the hall and I quickly moved over. There were footsteps, a glass of water being poured in the kitchen, and then footsteps again and the door closing.
The two of us looked at each other and cringed, then started laughing. “Shh!” I said, still giggling.
Brandon reached over, and let the back of his hand brush gently over my leg, and I immediately stopped laughing, gasping at the intensity of electric currents shooting through my body.
“Yikes,” I said, biting my lip, hard.
Our eyes locked and I felt my body leaning toward him, as if of its own accord. His hand moved to more fully embrace my leg and I rested my head on his chest, pulled by a magnet. His warm scent was immediately intoxicating. He pressed his face into the top of my head and inhaled. I felt his body shiver. Wow — no guy I’d ever dated had such a deep, full-body reaction to just smelling me!
“Our eyes locked and I felt my body leaning toward him, as if of its own accord. His hand moved to more fully embrace my leg…”
I lifted my face and felt the soft warmth of his lips before they even met mine. I couldn’t stop myself now if I wanted to…
“I think,” he whispered, “we’d better not.”
“Okay,” I said, but I didn’t move away.
Instead, we remained inches from each other for what felt like decades, our bodies shivering in unison, our breath matching, our eyes unwavering. Brandon’s hand remained still and warm on my thigh, and I felt it twitch slightly, which sent a shockwave directly to my pussy, filling it with wet warmth.
I don’t know how long we remained that way, but eventually, I pulled away.
“I should go to bed…”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
I hugged him. “Goodnight,” I whispered. “You know where to find me… if you change your mind.” I was surprised by my boldness, but there was something about his self-restraint despite the fact he so clearly and deeply longed for me, as I did for him, that brought out another side of me.
As I pulled away to look into his eyes one more time, I could see how big his pupils were. “Goodnight,” he replied. “Sleep well.”
I headed downstairs.
During the following days, we were polite, but there were moments we’d start teasing each other, laughing, locked into our own magic energy bubble. But then we’d notice we weren’t alone and snap out of it. Had our parents noticed?
One evening, I came out of the basement bathroom to find Brandon standing there looking hotter than ever, a dark curl falling over his right eye. Without thinking, I moved toward him. His hands were on my hips, eyes boring into mine, as I wrapped my own hands around his neck.
Slowly, slowly, slowly… he pulled me toward him. Then slowly, he pushed me away again. He did this again… and then again, until it became a rhythmic motion, almost as if we were fucking, only we were fully clothed. The cock I imagined entering me was merely my imagination.
Each time he pulled me to him, I felt my body open up more, press into him with more certainty, the entire time staring into me with that dark, intense look.
This time, I didn’t wait for him to tell me we shouldn’t, I simply melted my lips into his, opening my mouth wide to feel his tongue fully enter my mouth, and I took it hungrily.
“This time, I didn’t wait for him to tell me we shouldn’t, I simply melted my lips into his…”
“Kids!” I heard my mom shout from upstairs.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, pulling away.
“I was supposed to get you for dinner,” Brandon said, cracking a smile.
After that, it was on. Whenever we passed each other in the house, his hand would brush against my hips. We’d be helping to cook dinner, and when The Parents (as we’d started referring to them) stepped away, he’d have me on the counter, tongue in my mouth, hands gripping my hips. If we heard footsteps, we’d immediately stop and return to chopping garlic or stirring the soup.
He began sneaking into my bedroom at night. We’d make out and grope each other until the sun came up, never quite going all the way, because you don’t go all the way with your step brother…
We’d fall asleep for a few hours, and then he’d sneak back upstairs to the couch before his dad left for work.
On days both parents were out, things got dangerous. We had all day together and nothing to interrupt our passion but our own will, which was weakening more by the second.
I’d hear him in the shower and join him, letting the hot water run down my body while I pressed against his wet, solid figure, feeling his naked cock hard against my leg, sliding between my legs… but not quite, never quite where I needed it to go.
“I pressed against his wet, solid figure, feeling his naked cock hard against my leg, sliding between my legs… but not quite, never quite where I needed it to go.
He’d turn me away, and press against me from behind, biting my neck, and then he’d slowly soap my back while I remained against the wall, my back arched, ass out, craving him to fill me up, move slowly in and out, as he’d done that first time he grabbed my hips, only this time, he’d be inside me for real.
He never did. A few weeks later, I left to return to college. That morning, I hugged my mom goodbye, shook my step-father’s hand, and then turned to Brandon.
“Goodbye,” I said, staring into his eyes, seeing the fire of the last few weeks glowing hot.
“Goodbye, Alice,” he replied.
I wrapped my arms around him. “I’ll see you,” I murmured, knowing that returning home for holidays would never be the same again.
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