Inked Stepbrother: New Adult Stepbrother Romance

Inked Stepbrother

New Adult Stepbrother Romance

By Stephanie Brother

© 2015 Stephanie Brother

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"Oh, Candace," he moans in my ear, his hands groping every part of my body he has access to. "Fuck, you're so hot."

In terms of sweet talking, it's definitely not the best I've heard. Though I can't say I've had much experience ... Most of it stems from romance novels and chick flicks.
Not that I would admit that to anyone.

Still, I manage to moan a little in response as he pushes me against our front door, my body freezing when I think of the noise we must be making. I can only pray it won't attract my Daddy downstairs, because if he sees me kissing a guy, he'll probably rip his tongue out through his teeth.

"Touch me here," Louis begs me, grabbing my hand and pushing it between his legs where his erection is pressing hard against my hand. And I immediately freeze.

I may have over exaggerated my experience. Maybe I should have clarified just how knowledgeable I am of these things ... Which is to say,
I have no fucking clue.

I've always been the good girl. Stayed at home, listened to Daddy, never had a friend who was a bad influence on me. I did what I was told and I never got into trouble.

So touching a man's hard cock for the first time ... It's not what I thought it would be, mostly because the guy is nothing like the one I want in his place.

I think of Hunter and my whole body goes on fire. It's been years since I've seen him, but I never forgot about him ... not for one second.

Tall, covered with ink and bad in more ways than you can imagine. I hate myself for still being under his influence ... hate the fact I wish these were his hands roaming my body, exploring every inch of exposed, chilly skin.

Louis is nothing like Hunter. He's preppy, a bookish type, the kind of guy my Dad might let me go out to dinner with. Now holding my hand against his cock?
That might be a problem.

I'm frozen to the spot, unable to move, and I'm starting to feel more than a little uncomfortable. I want Louis to stop, but I'm too embarrassed to say anything. The rumors going around school calling me an inexperienced virgin are too bad to handle as it is.

I'm about to speak up, asking Louis to stop groping me, when my wish comes true all by itself. Or rather, in the shape of a tall, sculpted body, covered in black ink, who is, at this very moment, dragging my date across the lawn.

"Fuck!" I curse softly, still worried about waking up my parents. I watch in silent terror as the figure smashes my date's face in and then as Louis limps away as fast as his legs can carry him.

Then, the intruder makes his way towards me and I freeze in terror. He reaches me, smirking at me and I feel my body throbbing.

I choose to ignore another throbbing part of me right between my legs ...

Tipping my chin back with his fingers, he looks me right in the eye. "Good to see you, little sister," he growls in my face, his grin never leaving his face. "What you been up to?"

I snarl in my stepbrother's face, my hands shooting out to attack him, but he grabs my wrists with ease and holds them away from his body. "Get away from me, you jerk! I was on
a date
, which you apparently failed to notice."

He leans in closer and my heart speeds up at the prospect of his lips being so close to mine. "Oh, I noticed," he says darkly. "I can't say I liked that prick's hands on you."

He smirks at me like I'm some play thing of his, like things are still the same, even though it's been four years since I've seen the man.

And fuck, time hasn't changed a thing, because he still does that crazy racing thing to my heart ... It feels like it's about to burst out of my chest.

"Next time you need someone to play with," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be right next door to your room, sis."

With that, he lets go of my face and opens the front door, walking inside.

I crumple to the floor, panting for air, my hand flying up to my chest where my heart is still beating wildly like it's the end of the world.

Did that really just happen?
I gasp lightly as I pick myself up, dusting my dress off on the floor. My hand comes away damp and I look at it in horror.

And am I really dripping wet right now, when he barely even touched me?

Blushing, I run into the house and lock my bedroom door twice before climbing into bed. It's a stupid thing to do, because I keep hoping he'll come barging into my room and find me ...

Fuck, I'm screwed!

As soon as I see her again, I know I'm in trouble. Some prick's hands are all over her, groping her in a dirty, needy way, and an impulse to kick him in the groin overtakes me immediately. But more than that, I can't stop staring at her ... Little Candace is all grown up, and
fuck me
if that doesn't make her harder to resist than ever.

I know she's still a kid. Damn, last time I saw her she was 15, and four years doesn't make that much of a difference. She can't even have a drink legally. And I'm 22 for God's sake. I'm not supposed to care about some brat who has taken permanent residence in my house.

But seeing innocent little Candy all grown up, her dress tight, her heels too high ... That did something to me I'd rather not admit to. She still looks similar, but it's like she fucking
blossomed
over the past few years or something.

There was always something about her. That long mass of blonde hair, her perfect baby blues and pouty lips. Damn, I love when she puts her bottom lip out when I tease her. Makes me want to bite her over and over again.

Don't get me started on her body, because I might lose my mind. Her ass is perky, her tits huge ... And just the thought of that gets me harder than ever, my hardness swelling against my jeans.

Kicking the prick feels damn good, and I have to hold myself back so I don't hurt him any more than I already have. But then he looks me right in the eye and spits something in my face.

"You're sick, man," he hisses, and I'm so surprised I actually let him speak.

Big mistake.

"You think no one knows how obsessed you are with Candace? We're all aware of how sick you are, you fuck," he adds, and that's when I see red.

I kick him again, and again and again, making sure to face away from Candy so she can't see what's going on. When I'm finally satisfied and feel a little better, I let him scramble to his feet and run off.

My blood is boiling but
fuck
, I can't deny what he said.

Sweet, innocent Candy is becoming a thorn in my side, and one I'm desperate to pull out any moment now.

Heading over to her, I feel my cock stiffening at the mere sight of her. She gets me harder than ever and even though I know I shouldn't, I imagine her under me, pounding into that lithe body with all my weight.

"Get away from me, you jerk!" she hisses, and it's that moment that lands me back in reality with a crash and burn.

Because that's what I'll always be to her.

The bad guy, tall, tattooed and dark. The one who taunts her and ruins her date by smashing her date's face in. A bad seed.

Her fucking
stepbrother.

I do what I do best, taunting her, because I know it drives her crazy. Then I leave, slamming the door behind me, not caring whether her Daddy comes down. I'll have to face him eventually, anyhow.

I go straight to bed, and my hardness is harder to ignore than ever. Rubbing my cock lightly under my boxers, I can feel the bead of pre come on my tip.

Fuck, this is going to drive me insane ... Candy's all grown up, and I want to play.

I groan, turning around in my bed and trying to forget all about my little stepsister, though it seems like that's going to be nothing short of impossible.

I rub my eyes tiredly, thinking of the next day when I'll have to face the facts. I'm home, a dropout from college. I'm well aware of the fact that Candy's Dad will give me shit about it, and I am
not
looking forward to it.

I have my reasons for leaving college, and I know I can make it on my own - not that it's a problem in a family as loaded as this one ... But Daddy Dearest would sooner shoot his brains out than allow me to have any of his riches.

Falling into a fitful sleep, I don't even fight the images of Candy in my mind ... And I don't ignore my swelled cock, instead rubbing it lightly, her name a  whisper on my lips.

I storm into my room, but it's a hard task since I have to be as quiet as possible. The last thing I want to do is wake up Daddy, who'll go crazy if he sees me sneaking home at such a late hour. And let's just say Hunter isn't his favorite person in the whole world, so seeing him here might set him off even more.

Furiously, I change into my silk nightie and crawl under the sheets, but I can tell it'll be a long time before I manage to fall asleep. And somehow, my hand seems to be finding its way under my panties, which makes me blush like crazy as soon as I realize what I'm doing.

I haven't ever ...

I always felt too embarrassed, like I was ashamed of my own body.

But thinking of Hunter makes me feel things I haven't felt since the last time I saw him. It's this weird mix of pure anger mixed with an intense desire, and it's like my hand has a will of its own, pushing the fabric of my lace panties aside and outlining my swollen lips.

My body is a mystery to me. Changing so quickly, I never quite came to terms with it. My breasts grew over the course of a single summer, and now it seems like everyone's eyes are glued to that spot whenever I talk to a guy. I've always been told I was pretty, but I don't see it.

Maybe if you like Little Bo Peep.

I hope Hunter does.

The thought strikes me so quickly I shiver under the covers, immediately embarrassed by my mind. He's my
stepbrother
, for God's sake. It would be more than inappropriate, and even thinking about it - despite the fact I'm not doing it on purpose - feels so wrong and dirty ...

Slowly, my finger slides over my swollen center and my eyes widen when it comes away damp. I know I shouldn't, know I should stop myself ... But I allow a single thought to enter my mind.

Hunter
. He's so tall, his shoulders broad, his whole body covered in ink. I know it pisses my Dad off, but I think it's insanely hot, the tattoos covering his body like an intricate web of stories.

I wish I could trace every one with my finger ...
and then my tongue.

Shivering, I slip a finger between my folds, toying with places I've never felt before. Heat rushes through my body as I find a particularly swollen spot, flicking it between my fingers, his body still on my mind.

I have to bite my bottom lip to keep quiet, grab my sheets to stop myself from running into his room at this exact moment. I can feel the heat building up in my body, threatening to spill over the edges and scalding me.

"Fuck," I curse softly, massaging the swollen button with my fingers.

I feel something happening inside me, and suddenly, I feel scared. I pull my hand away, my cheeks reddening with the thought of what I just did.

I turn over on my hip and close my eyes tightly, trying to block everything out of my mind. Knowing I won't be able to sleep, I try to clear my mind at the very least, but a sentence keeps replaying in my mind.

"Next time you need someone to play with, I'll be right next door to your room, sis."

Moaning softly, I wish I could take him up on his offer ...
I wanna play.

***

Even though I'd never admit it, I take some extra time getting ready in the morning.

Usually, I would just brush my hair and stroll downstairs in my PJs, but today, I go the extra mile. My hair is fluffy, big blonde waves falling down my back. I put on an off-the shoulder top, choosing not to go for a bra since it's still so early. I add a pair of denim shorts and pinch my cheeks.

Breakfasts in our household are a big thing.

Daddy wants us to be together for the first meal of the day, and usually, all three of us have breakfast together. It's a tradition that started with my Mom, but we decided to keep it after she passed away.

I think lovingly of my mother. I'm past the stage of anger and sadness, because she died when I was only 6, but I remember her fondly. I wish cancer hadn't taken her from us so soon.

But thankfully, my stepmom isn't the kind you see in fairytales. She's sweet, loving and always has my back. My Dad couldn't have made a better choice, and I know my Momma would approve.

Hunter, though ...
He's like the wicked prince with a curse on him.

Finally coming into the dining room, I can immediately feel the tension in the air. Everyone's sitting at the table already and three glares turn to face me as I walk inside the room.

"Am I late?" I ask worriedly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ears, and quickly sitting down next to Kate, my stepmom.

"Don't worry, honey," she say quickly, patting my hand. "Look who came home yesterday!"

I gulp and look at Hunter. He's wearing a V-neck and some sweatpants, his tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. "Hello," I say softly.

All he does is smirk at me and my father shoots him an angry look. The whole atmosphere is incredibly awkward, so I just tuck into the scrambled eggs which Kate ladled onto my plate.

"So, Hunter," my Dad begins, and I sigh mentally, getting ready for the grilling. "Finally gave up on college, did you?"

I look at my stepbrother out of the corner of my eye and I can see his hands forming fists at his side. Gulping my eggs down, I get ready for the show.

"Think I'll do okay," he responds, his voice calm, but on edge at the same time.

"Oh yeah?" This time, it's my Dad's turn to smirk. "Have you seen the news? There are no jobs, least of all for a college drop out."

Hunter eats his breakfast, slowly raising a fork to his lips. I see his muscles flexing and I have to fake a cough to hide my cheeks reddening into a shade of beetroot.

My stepbrother's silence seems to set my Dad off even more, and it appears like he's not done at all. "You think you can mooch off my earnings?" he asks sternly. "I'm not giving you money for sitting around the house, doing shit all."

Hunter looks him right in the face when he replies.

"Worked for you," he responds calmly, and the whole world stops.

Here's the thing. My dad used to be a police officer, but he's now head of the precinct. Even though it's a great, important job, he doesn't earn all that much ... But Hunter's Mom is an heiress. She inherited her late husband's company when he passed, and she and Hunter are both loaded ... Except somehow, that money has now somehow become 'ours'. And to be honest, Daddy is being a jerk to Hunter. My stepbrother has more of a right to that trust fund than my father ever did.

Daddy stares at my stepbrother incredulously before slamming a fist on the table, making all of our plates jump into the air. The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Daddy," I say, trying to calm him down since I'm pretty sure he's about to explode on Hunter. "Aren't you glad we're having breakfast like a normal family? It's nice to finally have some time together."

I give him my sweetest look, fluttering my lashes and he seems to swallow down his comment along with the bacon omelet he's now cutting into like it's the end of days.

That's when I feel someone rubbing a leg against mine under the table. A foot parts my legs, teasing them, and I look at Hunter with horror in my eyes. Of course, I'm met with that perpetual smirk of his, his crooked smile taunting me, his eyes mischievous.

"Yeah," Hunter snaps, his eyes fixed on mine as his expression hardens. "Let's talk about what's happened since the last time we were together. Mother, you look beautiful."

Kate looks pleasantly surprised, though I do have to agree - each year, she only gets more beautiful. It's like age doesn't affect her at all. "Thanks, Hunter," she replies sweetly.

His eyes are on my Dad now. "You've put on a few pounds, old man," he teases, but softens the blow with his next words. "Good to see you, though."

And now it's my turn. "And Candace."

He looks at me, his eyes cold and unrelenting, his foot rubbing mine so I'm blushing like crazy already. "Now Mark, did you know," Hunter begins, his smile devilish as he leans towards me. "Your daughter snuck in with some prick's hands all over her yesterday?"

A horrified silence surrounds the table, but he's not done yet.

"I always thought sweet little Candy was so innocent, turns out she's quite the little vixen. Might have to try just how sweet that body is for myself."

My mouth forms an o-shape of shock as I stare at him in horror, but in the next second, he expertly dodges my Dad's punch as a collection of curse words spills from his lips.

He walks to the door calmly as we all stare at him in shock.

"See you later,
family
," he says sarcastically before slamming the door on his way out.

Fuck.

Me.