DEVIL: A Stepbrother Romance (17 page)

“What’s wrong?” Mitch asked.

“I’ve never…” I trailed.

“What?... You’ve never had sex? But you’ve had boyfriends.”

“No one serious, and we never had sex.”

Mitch sighed and moved his hand away from his cock. His face slumped with guilt, and he shook his head from side to side. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know.” He started to get up from the bed.

“Wait,” I called. “Don’t be sorry, Mitch. I want this. I want my first time to be with you. I just got a little scared is all. It was so sudden.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded. “Just go slow.”

Mitch moved back into position and I laid my head down and bit on my index finger again. I closed my eyes as I felt his mushroom-like head once again run up and down the length of my pussy. It felt so good, but I was terrified of what was about to happen. I had heard the horror stories, the way that women talked of pain their first time, and they probably didn’t have men as huge as Mitch.

Slowly I felt his head slip into me, and I immediately felt like I was starting to stretch. I reached my hand out in fear and pressed it against his abs, but I didn’t dare look at what was happening. Then, I felt a strong pressure as he pushed a little deeper. The sensation grew rapidly, then all at once he put his weight on me, and I felt the thin wall inside of me tearing apart. I opened my mouth and let out a silent scream at the shocking pain that shot out between my legs.

Mitch didn’t move as he allowed me to adjust to his cock all the way inside of me. I felt so full inside, and I could feel the throbbing heat of him permeating deep within my belly. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered and reached his hand down and turned my head so that I was facing him. He kissed me on the lips, and I could taste my sex on him.

He pulled his hips back while our lips were locked and then slowly eased back inside. My hand reached out and clenched the sheet of the bed at the new, strange sensation. The pain was starting to subside, but having something so huge inside me felt so foreign and terrifying. He pulled out again and eased back inside again and then again. By the 4
^th
or 5
^th
stroke the pain had numbed, and all I could feel was pure ecstasy.

Mitch pulled off of my lips and leaned back as he began to speed up and fuck me. He held both of my ankles in his hands and moved his hips in a perfect rhythm as if he were dancing. I watched his abs flex as he pumped, an eagle tattoo on his torso dancing as he moved, and I grabbed my tits to try to keep them from shaking so much.

I felt like my body was coming apart at the seams every time he pumped into me, but I longed for more. He put my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward so that my knees were pushed back far.

That’s when he really started fucking him hard.

“Oh god!” I screamed. A pounding sound echoed through the room each time he crashed down on me, and I could feel his heavy balls slamming against my ass. When he thrust harder, it felt like he was going even deeper than before, impossibly deep. The same fire that had erupted below my belly was starting to surface again, but this time it felt different. It was tighter, more intense, and as it approached I was worried that something was wrong.

I looked up towards Mitch with my mouth wide, and my brow pinched. I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t sure what was happening to my body, but everything tingled at the same time. Was I coming?

Not yet.

“Come on, baby,” Mitch grunted as he continued pounding into me.

If the preface to my orgasm was a firecracker, the actual orgasm was a 30-ton atomic bomb. I clenched my teeth and screamed as I clawed at the bed, at Mitch’s chest and anything that was in reaching distance. My body convulsed, my toes curled, and for a moment I lost all of my senses, except for the sensation of my pussy clenching against Mitch’s cock again and again.

I screamed murder.

“That’s it, baby. Let it out,” Mitch muttered, but he didn’t slow down one bit. He pushed my legs back further and just when I thought he couldn’t go any harder, his slammed into me like a freight train.

His cock swelled inside me, and the whirlwind of sensations were overwhelming. I could feel my chin wrinkling and tears surfacing to my eyes. Mitch slammed into me with his final strokes, his body tensed erratically, and then I felt a hot jet of liquid power out deep inside of me.

Mitch collapsed on to of me and his breathing was heavy. His cock was still inside me. I stared out the open window and focused on the sound of my heart still pounding and the feeling of his flesh pulsing inside of me as I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened.

Mitch gathered himself and began kissing me again on the neck as he rolled off me and on to the bed beside me. He pulled me into his arms and squeezed me tightly. He kissed my neck again, and I sniffled then wiped a stray tear that tinkled out of my eye.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he pushed himself up on an elbow. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

I let out a croak of a laugh. “No, nothing is wrong.” I wiped my other eye with my other hand and sniffled again. “It just felt so good is all.”

Mitch relaxed back onto the bed and I turned towards him. He pulled me into his arms again and I wrapped all my limbs around him. We both stared into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Annie.” Mitch whispered. “I love you so much.” I had never heard him sound so sincere.

“I love you too, Mitch,” I replied. “So much.”

I reached my hand out and touched his stubbly face to make sure I wasn’t in a dream. It was hard for me to believe what had just happened, but I felt on top of the world.

My stepbrother fucked the shit out of me.

And it was the most amazing experience of my life.

“
D
o you want to shower
?” I asked.

“Umm…” Annie panned down at the spots on the bed sheets. “That’s probably a good idea, Mr. Wrecker.”

I chuckled, and we both rolled out of bed. I escorted Annie through the rubbish, to the bathroom, and fetched us each a clean towel. Thankfully, most of the items in my linen closet had survived the carnage that had taken over the rest of the house.

I wasn’t sure what came over me after Annie arrived. Her standing there in front of me yelling and screaming caused my rage to rise. And she just looked so cute in her little sundress, trying to be angry, that I couldn’t control myself anymore. Even after telling
him
that I wouldn’t touch Annie, I ended up taking her on my own accord.

Making love to her was better than I could’ve ever imagined, and it felt amazing to finally be that close, but at the same time I was incredibly nervous about the whole thing. I loved Annie. I really did, and I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I didn’t want to hurt my parents. I felt certain that I wanted to be with Annie more than anyone in the world, but how could I get myself out of such a compromising predicament?

If I hurt her right then, my life would go on and maybe the whole mess that the so-called
deal
had put me in would be cleaned up. If I continued with her and we let our parents know, our family would be ripped apart, but I’d be free. And if I did nothing, Satan would continue destroying me until there was nothing left. No matter what choice I made, it wasn’t going to end pretty.

We exited the shower and dried off, both of us smiling the whole time. Things felt natural with Annie, like we had been a couple our whole lives. I was overflowing with happiness, but deep inside my heart was aching, and it was taking all of my control to keep my hands from showing my nerves. I knew what I needed to do.

I fetched Annie her clothes, got dressed myself, and waited for her on the couch while she fixed her hair and makeup. She came out looking as fresh as when she arrived, but before she could even sit down, her phone began to ring.

“Hello?” she answered. “Yes mom. I’m at Mitch’s house right now. Yes, he’s okay.” She panned around the destruction. “There’s some stuff he’s dealing with now, but he’s fine. Yes, I’ll tell you about it when I get home. Okay, I’ll be back soon. Yes, I’ll drive slow.”

Annie clicked off the phone and let out a big sigh. “I really don’t want to leave, but Mom needs the car to go shopping.”

“It’s okay,” I said and grunted as I stood from the couch.

Annie walked close to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. “So Bro’,” she giggled as she looked up at me. “Should we still call each other Bro’ and Sis’? It’s a little weird isn’t it?”

I shrugged and slanted my eyes away.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell our parents about us yet. Not until you’re ready. We can take as long as we need.”

“Annie…” I muttered.

Annie raised her eyebrows and tilted her neck back.

“I didn’t lie to about anything I said, but you know we can’t do this anymore.”

Annie unwrapped her arms from me and let them droop to her side. “Umm… What did you just say?”

“We can never tell Mom and Dad. They’ll kill us. Our family will never be the same, and if we keep this up they’ll eventually find out.”

Annie’s face wrinkled. “And you didn’t think about all that before we had sex?”

“Of course I thought about it before, but I… I mean we had a moment of weakness. It wasn’t rational.”

She thumped the bottom of her first against my chest. “Are you being serious? You think this was just some pointless fling? And you want things to go back to the way they were?”

“It’s not what I want. It’s just what it has to be. What will we do if this tears our family apart?”

Annie took a step back and closed her eyes before letting out a deep breath. When she opened them a moment later, I could see tears beginning to form. “I was right when I called you a coward,” she said sternly. “And you’re right that Mom and Dad won’t just accept us being together. I’m scared about that too. But sometimes you just have to have faith. Have faith that they could grow to understand and that things will work out. Everything isn’t always black and white.”

“But what if–“

Annie raised her hand in a signal for me to stop talking and turned for the door.

“Annie…“

“No, Mitch. You’ve said enough.” She opened the door and put one foot out. “Trying to have a relationship with my stepbrother would be tough, but having a relationship with someone with no faith would be impossible.” She slammed the door hard enough that the walls rattled.

I sat on the couch staring at the door, and I struggled not to run outside after her. No, I thought. I had done what I had to do. It wasn’t what I had wanted to do by any means. I loved Annie, but it was the path of the least amount of pain. I was doing it for her. For the family. For so long I had trained myself to run away from love that the feeling of emptiness seemed perfectly normal.

The sound of the old Subaru starting and pulling out of the driveway hummed through the open windows. And while the feeling of emptiness may have seemed standard, the ache in my heart and lump in my throat was worse than it had ever been.

I placed my head in my hands and closed my eyes tightly, knowing the decision to let go would haunt me forever.

“You did well today, Mitch,”
his voice whispered to me.

“
I
’m home
, Mom,” I yelled when I opened the door to the house.

“Oh good! I’m going to run. I want to get out before it gets dark,” Mom said as she rushed through the hall and to the foyer. I handed her the keys and she eyed my face suspiciously. “Have you been crying?”

“It’s nothing Mom. I just heard a sad song,” I lied. I had been crying over Mitch the whole ride back home.

“What song? You know, I cry every time I hear that Celine Dion song ‘I will Always Love You’,” she began to sing the hook of the song as she slipped on her shoes.

“That’s Whitney Houston, Mom.”

She shrugged and stood up. “Well, whatever. I cry whenever I hear that song. Gotta go, baby. I’ll be back in an hour.” She gave me a quick hug and headed out the door without questioning me anymore about the song.

I ran up the stairs to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I grabbed a pillow and squeezed it tightly before I turned to my side and the tears started flowing again. If it had really been a song that made me cry, it would be a song about a playboy and a stupid girl.

How could I have possibly fell for Mitch? I had seen him on tabloids and blogs with countless girls, and somehow I had let him add me, his stepsister, as another notch to his bedpost. I let him take my virginity. He spoke so smooth and sounded so real that I believe him when he said he loved me. I thought I would be different than the other girls, but I guess I was just one more woman for him to conquer.

Worst of all, there was no one I could talk to about the situation. I hadn’t stayed close to any of my high school friends since graduation, and even if we still stayed in touch, how could I tell them that I slept with my stepbrother? I couldn’t talk to Mom or Dad or anything. I’d just have to get over it myself. And what would it be like when he’d come over and see the family? How could I forget everything we did?

I was on my own, and I had never felt so lonely.