Meet The Stepbrothers: A STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE (4 page)

CHAPTER SEVEN
ALONE AT HOME

James took off after breakfast to get ‘the last of his Christmas gifts’. It was obvious he had not gotten me a gift yet when he said, “You should stay at home and rest for a while. You’re looking tired.”

Apparently the only way he knew how to sneak out of the house was by being an asshole.

My father and Frank were busy being mesmerized by a curling tournament on the television. I knew that I had to confront my dad at some point—at some point I needed to have a proper conversation with him. He continued on acting as if nothing was unusual—as if he had not been out of touch for half a decade, as if he had not married my boyfriend’s mother.

I laid myself down on our bed and stared up at the ceiling. I contemplated going out into the living room and sitting with my dad and Frank as they watched that curling tournament, but that seemed like far too much stress on my—apparently—“tired looking body”.

I scanned the room and began to think of ways to pass the time until James came home. There were stacks of photo albums in the corner of the room.

I walked over to the stacks and picked up an album from the floor. It was filled with pages and pages of James and his brothers at all different ages. I placed down one of the albums and picked up another. It was labelled:
Summer 2007
. The photos were all of a family vacation at a lovely tropical destination. James, Charlie and Frank, all a few years younger, were in their bathing suits on a big, sandy beach. There were photos of the boys tossing a football back and forth.

Near the end of the album was a photo of Charlie and Frank together, posing for a photo. Neither of the men had shirts on. Frank’s body was a model of perfection—toned and sculpted, his muscles hard and veiny. Charlie had his usual charming, irresistible smile on his face.  Frank had his thick arm around Charlie’s shoulder.

A tingle surged down my spine. Even in two-dimensions, Charlie’s smile was irresistible, teeming with confidence and dripping with sex. A flow of warm energy rushed through body and tingled my pussy. I flipped to the next page. There was a photo of the two brothers playfully wrestling, taken mere moments after the last. Frank’s muscles were flexed and his rippling eight-pack glistened in the warm tropical sunlight.

Maybe I was tired. Maybe James was right. Staring at the photos, I descended into an almost-hypnotic state. My mind was a blur, my head was light.

I slowly reached my hand down between my legs and began to rub over my pussy, over my pyjama pants. I couldn’t help myself; my hands had a mind of their own.

I closed my eyes.

I began to imagine myself in the man-cave basement. Charlie was sitting on the edge of the pool table, facing Frank, who stood behind the bar. Frank poured Charlie a drink.

They looked up as they noticed me standing on the stairs. Charlie smiled and then stood up.

“What can I get you?” Frank asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, shyly, twisting my foot gently against the wooden floor.

“Something to drink?” he asked.

“No,” I replied.

Frank grinned.

“Come here,” Charlie said.

I walked towards the two men, slowly. Charlie took a step towards me and placed his hand on my side, guiding me into a seat.

“Thank you,” I said.

“It’s my pleasure” he said.

Frank walked around the bar.

“Are you hungry?” Frank asked.

“Hmm,” I said.

I looked down at his crotch, flirtingly. Charlie placed his hand on my back.

“Just relax,” Charlie said.

I moved my hand up, off of the crotch of my pants, and slipped it under the waistband of my pyjamas. I pushed my fingers down against my moist pussy.

Frank placed his big strong hand on my shoulder.

“It’s warm down here,” I said.

“Let me help you out of that hot sweater,” Frank said as he began to remove my sweater.

He slipped my sweater up over my head, leaving only a thin white t-shirt behind. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my tight undershirt became translucent as it squeezed my body.

I looked over at Charlie and then down at his pants. I moved my hand slowly onto his lap and began to rub his cock through his pants, gently. He looked up at Frank and smiled. Frank was smiling back. Frank took my shirt from the base and pulled it up, over my head. My boobs fell down and bounced as my shirt cleared my body.

Frank took his muscular hand and cupped one of my breasts. He leaned in and placed his mouth over my nipple and began to suck. I rubbed Charlie’s cock harder. I could feel it begin to throb and become bigger.

I fell back on my bed and let go of the picture, now completely lost in my fantasy.

Charlie stood up from the stool and began to undo his belt. He pulled his pants down along with his boxers, revealing his long, semi-erect penis. I grabbed onto it gently with my hand. I pulled my hand up the length of his shaft, right to the tip. His cock was large and firm as I squeezed and massaged it softly in my hand. Jolts of warmth pulsed through my body as Frank sucked and fondled my tits. Frank pulled his head back and looked up at me. He placed his hands on my sides.

Then, he lifted me up and placed me down on the counter slab and walked around the bar. The brothers were standing on either side of me. Frank began to pull my pants down, leaving me only in my panties. Charlie leaned in and began to kiss my neck.

I reached down and grabbed onto his now fully erect cock again and began to pump it with my hand. It was as long as my forearm and I could feel every vein as I slid my hand up and down his member. I let my head drop back as Frank pulled my panties down past my ankles.

A warmth vibrated between my legs. Frank’s warm mouth press up against my wet pussy. He began to eat me out. His tongue moved up and down the length of my slit; his tongue flicking my clit on every pass. The tingle in my pussy began to grow stronger and I could feel my vagina begin to pulsate as warm fluid began to gush out of it. Charlie placed both his hands on my boobs and began to squeeze hard as he kissed my neck. I pulled on his cock harder.

Frank pulled his head out from my dripping pussy, jumped up onto the bar and began undoing his pants. Charlie climbed up as well, placing his knees next to my body and lining up his long veiny dick with my mouth. He placed his throbbing tip on my bottom lip.

“Hey Brenna?” I heard a voice say, outside our room.

I snapped out of my fantasy and pulled my hand out of my pyjama pants. It was dripping with warm, fresh pussy juice.

“Yes?” I replied.

The door opened and Frank poked his head in. I hid my moist hand behind my back.

“Do you want to come watch a movie with Charlie and I?” he asked. “Dad is fast asleep.”

“Um, sure,” I said. “Just give me a minute.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah,” I lied. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, smiling.

I returned the smile as he turned to leave.

CHAPTER EIGHT
SEXUAL TENSION

It was the 23rd—the night before Christmas Eve, and James’s mother had prepared yet another enormous meal with far too many courses to count. James had returned from the mall, just before dinner. He said nothing to me, still lost in his sibling frustrations.

We all sat around the dinner table.

“Get all your shopping done?” Frank asked James.

“Yeah. I only had one thing to get,” James replied. “Did you guys treat Brenna okay while I was gone?”

I smiled.

“Yeah, we just watched some crappy movie on Netflix,” Frank said.

“You were alright while I was gone?” James asked me.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You missed one hell of a hockey game,” My father said to James. “Edmonton came back from four goals down. Scored in the last three seconds to draw overtime.”

“Who were they playing?”

“Carolina.”

I looked up from my plate and Frank was looking at me with a sheepish grin on his face. After a moment, he looked back down at his plate. James was too absorbed in his hockey conversation with my father to have noticed.

“Could you pass the gravy, Frank?” Patricia asked.

“Sure,” Frank replied, passing Patricia the gravy boat.

His arm flexed as he extended it across the table towards his mom.

“Thanks, darling.”

Frank took another glance at me before returning to his dinner. James was still too involved in his conversation with his dad to notice.

“Hopkins got a hat-trick,” Frank said.

“Wow, really?” James replied. “Crap, I think I had him benched in my pool.”

I looked over at James curiously.

“I didn’t know you liked hockey,” I said.

“You don’t know everything about me,” he said.

“Brenna,” Charlie said across the table. “When do you guys head home?”

“My flight is on the twenty-sixth,” I replied.

“So soon?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“Well, you’ll have to be sure to make the most of your visit.”

He smiled at me. Frank was grinning at me again. I felt like I was missing something. Could they have heard me in my room earlier? I looked back at Charlie as he looked back down at his plate, still smirking. I tried to ignore what was likely just my social anxiety paranoia, and continued to eat my dinner.

A leg brushed up against mine. I didn’t look up at all, but I could tell that it wasn’t James’. It gently rubbed against me. I looked up slowly, but neither brother was looking up at me. I couldn’t tell who the culprit was, so I kept trying to ignore it.

After dinner, James disappeared to go and “wrap presents”, once again leaving me alone with his foreign family—with
my
foreign family. We sat around the television while Charlie told stories about his life over in New York City and his proud family listened. My father listened attentively—more attentively than he had ever listened to me.

I sat quietly on the edge of a large couch, in the corner of the room—an outsider—outcast by my own family. Two hours passed since James left to wrap gifts, and he was not yet back. My anxiety started to kick in.

I stood up and excused myself for the bathroom. Frank watched me closely as I walked across the room, around the corner, and out of sight.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I could hear the vivacious chatter from the living room. I could hear my father laughing with joy. Part of me felt let down, part of me jealous, and part of me happy that my dad was finally content.

“You’re okay, Bren,” I told myself. “You’re fine.”

I stared myself directly in the eyes and took a deep breath.

“Everything is fine.”

I turned and opened the bathroom door.

Frank stood on the other side, waiting for me. A grin swept across his face as our eyes met. He stood in silence for a moment, looking me up and down.

“Hey,” he said.

“You scared me,” I said.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Go ahead, I’m done,” I said, moving aside for my muscular stepbrother.

He stepped in front of me, blocking my exit.

“I was actually wondering if maybe you wanted to get out of here,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, go grab a beer at a bar or something. I’m bored, just sitting around here. I think mom and Walt are going to head to bed pretty quickly.”

“Oh, I’m probably just going to stick with James. I think he’s pretty tired,” I said.

Frank laughed.

“Leave him here. He won’t mind.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“C’mon. It will be fun. I know a place nearby.”

He looked me in the eye, smiling. I didn’t know what to say.

“I would just feel bad ditching James like that.”

“It’s fine. It wouldn’t be any fun with him anyway. He’s not exactly the life of the party.”

“Neither am I,” I said.

“You never know. You could be,” he said.

He placed his big strong hand on my arm and took a step closer to me.

“Just the two of us,” he said.

I could smell his manly musk emanating from his thick, hard chest. He slid his hand down the length of my arm, gently.

“I—I don’t know,” I said.

He looked me up and down again and laughed. “I’ll never know how James found you.”

“James is really nice,” I said.

“He is?”

“He is—I mean, he normally is.”

“James has a lot of secrets,” Frank said.

“What do you mean?”

“I guess you’ll just find out for yourself. That’s not really my place.”

Frank took my hand in his and lifted it up gently. I was weightless to his strong physique. He could have lifted me over his head with no effort, if he was so incline.

An increasingly familiar surge of warm energy rushed through my body. I became lightheaded.

“I’m sorry, I have to go and find James,” I said.

“I know you want it,” he whispered in my ear.

I froze.

“W—What?” I said.

He caressed the length of my arm again. His hands were warm.

“To come out tonight. I know you want to,” he said.

He grinned again with his devilish smirk.

“I—I really don’t think tonight is a good night.”

“Just think about it,” he said. “You know where to find me.”

I looked back into his eyes and he looked into mine. “Excuse me,” I said. I squeezed past him and moved quickly down the hallway.

He watched me as I walked away.