Cocky: A Stepbrother Romance (2 page)

The next morning, I was hoping that Ryan wouldn't bring it up. But I forgot he was a cocky son of a bitch.

Ryan smirked at me, tossing a t-shirt over his six-pack-abs. “You had a lot fun last night.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling humiliated.

Ryan winked at me and left the room.

Sharing a room was already incredibly weird.

I went downstairs to find Ryan and Nathan out in the backyard doing some yard work. Ryan had his shirt off and my sexy fantasy from last night flashed through my mind. I stood there, staring at him work, reliving my hot experience. I knew at that moment that I had to do whatever it took to get him.

I looked down at myself and noticed I was wearing a really terrible outfit. My t-shirt was an old one from my Freshman year that said school is cool. It had all sorts of food and dirt stains on it. I ran back upstairs to change into something more sexually appealing. I dug through my closet like a junkie looking for his next fix. All my clothes looked way too young. I wanted Ryan to know that I was a sexy woman. A devious idea popped into my head.

I sneaked into my mom's bedroom and into her walk-in closet. My mom and I wore the same size so I thought I could just borrow one of her more “adult” tops. I scanned through the sea of clothes until I found a black spaghetti strap that would make my tits look amazing. I tried it on in front of the full length mirror and I looked stunning. My breasts were exploding outwards like two big balloons. I knew that Ryan wouldn't be able to resist staring at me. I found a skirt that I knew my mom hadn't worn in ages because it was incredibly short. I tried it on and discovered that I had really nice legs.

After admiring myself for awhile, I walked downstairs in my new outfit and went into the backyard. “Hey everyone!” Ryan looked right at me and his jaw dropped. My mom turned her head and I could tell instantly that she was furious.

“What are you wearing Hannah!? Are those my clothes?”

I spun around, showing off my body. “Yeah I thought I would borrow some of yours. What do you think?”

“Well you need to ask first before doing that again! Now go change and get ready for school now. Ryan can drive you.”

I caught Ryan's hungry eyes feasting on my body. My plan was working. I walked back inside before my mom could tell me to go change. I got ready for school and Ryan was already in his Honda Civic with the engine running.

I was frozen with nervousness as he drove us. I didn't want to say anything that would trigger him bringing up last night.

“Are there any hot girls at your school?” Ryan asked, glancing my way.

So damn cocky. He thinks he can get whoever he wants.

“You'll have to find out yourself,” I replied.

Ryan smiled and kept driving.

–

The hallways were empty as I casually strolled to my sex-ed class. Mrs. Barry never cared about roll call so I made sure to take my time. There was something serene about walking around the school when everyone was in class. I was almost tempted to just skip school for the rest of the day. Laying on the couch and watching reruns of the Brady Bunch sounded a lot better than learning about contraception. Who wants to use condoms anyways? My mom would freak though if she found out I cut school again.

I opened the door to my sex-ed class and was surprised to see a man standing where Mrs Barry usually stood. He wore a dark brown suit which fit him nicely..

“And what's your name?” he asked.

All the kids in the classroom turned towards me, awaiting my response. “Hannah,” I choked out, completely caught off-guard.

“Well Hannah, you're five minutes late which means you need to spend five minutes with me after school.”

“Are you serious?” I screamed out.

The teacher gave me a dead stare and I knew it was time to shut up. I didn't want him to make the detention longer. I quickly went to my desk and sat down, avoiding eye contact.

The teacher turned his back to us and began writing on the chalkboard. “My name is Mr. Morris,” he said, revealing his name written in yellow chalk. “I'll be your new sex-ed teacher.”

“What happened to Ms. Feeny?” a student behind me asked.

Mr. Morris took a sharp breath in. “Let me get one thing straight. There will be no outbursts in my class. If you have something to say, then raise your hand.” The teacher walked through the aisles of desks, looking at each student in the eyes. “Ms. Feeny had to take a leave of absence. I'll be taking over her duties for the rest of the school year. Now if everyone could open their books and turn to page thirty-nine.”

I didn't make a peep for the rest of class. Mr. Morris wasn't one to play with. I spent the rest of my time daydreaming about Ryan. I was hopeless. Ryan had dug his claws into me and he was never letting go.

–

“Nice of you to join me,” Mr. Morris said, opening the door to the classroom. “Take a seat and this will be over quick.”

I sat down at my desk, still sweating from running the mile. I watched the seconds tick by, serving my prison sentence in silence. Would Ryan wait for me or would he give up and drive home? I could easily walk but it wouldn't be fun since I just ran the mile. Mr. Morris worked at his desk, focusing on the books in front of him.

When five minutes passed, I waited for the teacher to let me go but he was too distracted. I coughed, trying to get his attention but got nothing. “Excuse me, Mr. Morris, but it's been five minutes.”

He looked at his watch and frowned. “So it has. You're free to go Hannah. Be on time tomorrow.”

I rushed out of class without saying a word. I went outside to find Ryan in the Honda, patiently waiting. I smiled and climbed into the car.

“What took you so long? Sucking off the football team?”

“Gross!” I gave him a playful shove and could feel the warmness between my thighs. “No I got detention.”

I explained what happened that day as he drove me home. Ryan listened intently, making eye contact with me once in awhile. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered around.

--

The smell of my mother's cooking floated upstairs and into my bedroom like a divine wind. Dinner was almost ready and my stomach rumbled with an unending hunger. Ryan and I were on separate beds, studying. We raised our noses to the air and then jumped out of bed, racing down the stairs.

“Let's eat dinner. I'm starving,” I said, walking to the pot of pasta and serving myself a plate.

Ryan grabbed the spoon from my hand and bumping me out of the way with his hips. “Too slow,” he said.

“Not fair,” I replied, slapping him on the back.

There wasn't much said during dinner. I tried to keep myself from staring at Ryan and instead focused on my food. I hoped that my mom wouldn't ask me about my school day so I wouldn't have to lie to her.

“Hannah got detention today,” Ryan said out loud.

My mom dropped her fork on her plate. “Is that true?” she asked, steam billowing out of her ears.

I looked at Ryan with anger boiling in my chest. “Well yeah. I was only late five minutes so I had to stay five minutes after school.”

“Hannah, you need to stay out of trouble,” Nathan said.

“Yeah Hannah. Be a good girl,” Ryan added.

Without saying a word, I left the kitchen and ran to my room.

I lay on my bed, waiting for the tears to come but nothing came. I couldn't even have a nice cry to make me feel better. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering how things were going to change. Having another man in the house with us would change the whole dynamic. Flashes of being disciplined by Nathan ran through my mind.

–

“Honey, we need to talk,” my mom said, knocking on my bedroom door.

“Come in,” I called out. I knew this talk was coming but I hoped it would just go away. There wasn't anything she could say that would make me feel better.

My mom walked in with a sad but caring expression. It's like she felt sorry for me. “Hannah, Ryan told me that you've been skipping class ever since he moved in.”

“What! That's a complete lie! I've been late a few times this year but I've never skipped class.”

“I don't like that you can't tell me the truth anymore. I'm going to have to ground you for a week.”

“That's complete bullshit, Mom. How could you take his word over mine?”

I couldn't believe that my stepbrother was fucking me over like this.

The next day, I didn't speak to Ryan at all during the car ride. I entered Mr. Morris's classroom as he began the lecture. “Okay kids, time for the test. Pull out your pencils and put everything else away. I don't want any cheating going on.”

Test? When did he say there was going to be a test!

My mind must have been so jumbled around with all those feelings for Ryan that I totally forgot about the test.

The teacher passed out the test forms and it looked completely foreign to me. I skimmed through the pages and realized that I didn't know any of the questions. It didn't surprise me when the next day I got my test back with a big red F sitting at the top. There was also a note to see him after class. I knew that I would have to get my test signed by my mom. The last thing I wanted was to get punished even more.

I spent the rest of the day dreading going to see Mr. Morris. How was I going to keep him from telling my mom?

After the last bell rang,  I marched like a death-row inmate to my sex-ed class, dripping with sweat from P.E. I entered the classroom and found Mr. Morris cleaning the chalkboard with the eraser.

“Shut the door please, Hannah,” he said, his attention still on the chalkboard.

I shut the door and Mr. Morris waved to the seat in from of his desk. “Before you say anything, Mr. Morris, I just--”

“Please just take a seat, Hannah,” Mr. Morris interrupted.

“Okay...Mr. Morris, I wanted to ask you not to tell my mom about my grade. I didn't know about the test and I promise that I'll get a good grade on the next one.” I sat in the chair and crossed my legs. “It's just been so hard lately with everything that has been going on; A new stepdad and stepbrother.”

“Well I can't let you off the hook this time,” he said, sitting down at his desk. “You've been a good student but your grades are suffering and I think your parents should know before it's too late.”

“But!” I yelled, jumping out of my chair.

Mr. Morris put up his hand, ending the discussion. “I'll see you tomorrow in class with your signed test.”

Ryan was waiting outside the school like he always did when I was late.

“What do you got there?” he asked.

“Just a test, I need my mom's signature for.”

Ryan's eyes wandered down my neckline and to my cleavage. I didn't know how to comprehend what he was doing. I wanted him to take me right there in the car but at the same time I was furious at him for lying to my mom.

That look of desire.

That look that says I'm thinking about
fucking
you right now.

An idea popped up in my head. “Is there any way you can forge her signature for me. I think you owe me for getting me grounded.” I began flirting with him, bending over slightly to give him a deeper view of my breasts.
Was it wrong to flirt with my stepbrother?

Ryan, relaxed back in his seat, biting his bottom lip. I locked my eyes with his. He knew I wanted it too.

“I just need a simple signature,” I said, playfully putting my hand on his chest.

“Oh I think I can do that,” Ryan said, pulling me in for a kiss. Our mouths met and fireworks went off. He held the back of my head as he slipped his tongue in. Adrenaline coursed through my veins while I became moist between my legs. Ryan's hand ran up my thigh and under my skirt, feeling my soaked panties. I closed my eyes and lifted my head back, moaning softly.

“I know you want this.” Ryan unzipped his pants.

He pulled out his massive cock that was easily the biggest I'd ever seen. “God damn, you're hot.” I bent over and his throbbing boner was inches away from my lips. I gulped as I grasped his shaft with both hands and opened wide.

“Thats right,” he moaned, holding the back of my head, force feeding me his humongous snake. I sucked on him hard, wrapping my lips around the head of his penis. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft as I stroked him furiously. I shoved him deep down my throat, suppressing the desire to gag.

“I'm close,” he moaned.

I bobbed my head up and down faster and faster. His cock erupted in my mouth, filling my cheeks with cum. His fingers pulled my hair as he unloaded his seed. He tasted so sweet. I swallowed his entire load and pulled his meat out. I wiped my lips and Ryan took a deep breath.

“I won't tell your mom about your test,” he said, placing the paper on the steering wheel and signing my mom's name.

“How about we go in the backseat?” I placed his hand between my legs to show him how dripping wet I was.

Ryan pulled his hand back and started the car. “I'm sorry Hannah, but I think we made a mistake. You're my stepsister. We shouldn't be doing this.”

“But I need you...”

Ryan didn't respond. He focused on driving and tears began to well up in my eyes. I held onto the door handle with a death grip and stared outside at the passing scenery. Ryan pulled into the driveway and got out of the car without saying a word. I sat there, going over every bad decision I'd made in my life. But this wasn't one.

I squeezed my fists and held back the tears. There was something special between us.

That night, sleeping in the same room was extremely awkward. We both lay in our separate beds and the sexual tension between us was palpable. I wanted to get up and sneak under his covers but I wasn't sure how he'd react.

Ryan got out of bed and my heart skipped a beat. He was coming over to me...

I scooted over to make room for him and Ryan grabbed all the covers off his bed and left.

Sadness choked my throat and tears streamed down my cheeks. I turned over and shoved my face into my pillow and whimpered. I couldn't let things go back to normal