Read My Charming Stepbrother Online
Authors: Grace Valentine
Chapter Two: The Man in the Mask
Chapter Three: Happy Birthday, Nicki!
Chapter Six: To Be or Not to Be
My Stepbrother the Stripper
It was a windy, Wednesday evening. Lola Montgomery was sitting, slouched on her large sofa in her apartment. Her hair was a mess and her face was puffy, almost as though she had been crying for quite some time. The apartment resembled the aftermath of a tornado. The tall lamp she used to have in the corner, laid smashed in the center of the room. Her vase her mother had gotten her for her birthday was thrown halfway across the apartment. She had yet to pick up the pieces. Lola was exhausted, however she couldn’t relax. Within the same apartment, just in another room, was Lola’s now ex-boyfriend; whom was to blame for the room being torn to bits. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, which made Lola believe that all of Los Angeles had heard this large spat she was having with Jacob. He was in the middle of packing the rest of his things up and blaming Lola for every problem that occurred within their relationship.
“You shouldn’t have been home then,” Jacob exclaimed as he walked back into the broken living room. He was referring to the night prior when Lola walked in on him cheating on her. The two had been fighting ever since. Of course, what was Lola supposed to do? Continue dating him while he screwed everyone in town? That’s not how Lola rolled at all. Luckily Lola was getting rid of this clown; however she still needed to clean up the mess he created.
After she finally ridded herself of him, her best friend busted through the door. “Nicki!” Lola yelled as Nicki entered the room. They had been best friends since Kindergarten; essentially the two were always there for each other. The two cleaned the huge mess Jacob made, which ended up causing Lola to lose some precious items. He had broken a lot more than Lola had seen, things that were irreplaceable. After seeing this, all Lola wanted to do was forget all about him and delete him from her life.
“Fuck, Jacob!” Lola announced as she threw away the last bit of trash from the living room. Nicki applauded her and agreed right along with her. “Yeah, you could never forget about Sam,” Nicki giggled. Lola immediately grabbed the closest pillow and chucked it at Nicki’s head. Sam Traverse happened to be Lola’s stepbrother, in which Lola always had a crush on. The two knew each other prior to their parent’s marriage, because they had gone to school together their whole lives. Once, they almost dated, however Jacob had gotten in the way. The two had been on and off for too many years too long.
“I know what will cheer you up,” Nicki said as she pulled a DVD from her purse. Lola immediately was grossed out and shielded her eyes. “Ew!” Lola yelled as Nicki held it in the air. “It’s just
Magic Mike
,” Nicki stressed. Lola let out a large sigh of relief. She never did like to look at porn. The movie began to play and the two were immediately sunken into it. They loved the movie so much; it was like they were watching it for the first time, even though they had seen it so many times before.
“We should do this,” Nicki suggested. Lola practically jumped from her seat. Did Nicki seriously want her to start stripping? “You know, go to a male strip club? It’d be fun!” Nicki’s excitement grew larger and larger and she continued to talk about it. Lola, on the other hand, grew more and more disgusted as she talked on. Nicki noticed that Lola wasn’t into the idea at all. She explained how it could help her get back out there after her break up with Jacob. “It couldn’t hurt,” Nicki said.
That weekend Lola found herself at the strip club, “Mascaraed”. It was filled with people, due its popular reputation. All of the dancers had masks covering their faces, but barely anything else on their bodies. Nicki and a bunch of their other girlfriends were sitting around a neon catwalk. The men were so amazing that were on stage. Every one of them caught Lola’s eye and she loved every minute of it. Lola danced, laughed and applauded every dancer that came her way.
Suddenly a very tall, buff dancer made his way to Lola. He got up close and personal with her, putting her face right into his crotch. Nicki handed her a $20 bill and Lola slowly slid it into his neon green thong. He continued to dance around her for a bit. Before he stepped away, their eyes met. The dancer gave Lola a wink and the most breathing taking smirk a person could give another.
The night at the strip club never left Lola’s mind. For weeks, she thought about the encounter she had with the attractive dancer. At her job at local tribune writing articles about fashion and other garbage her boss threw at her, she was constantly distracted by the memory of his touch. The feeling of his thigh rubbing on her face, it made her long for him. A few nights later, Nicki invited Lola out to dinner with the same group of girls that went to the strip club.
The restaurant they went to was right across the street from “Mascaraed”. Nicki insisted the girls go again, because they had such a great time last time. Lola, of course, didn’t hesitate at all. In fact, she was the first one through the door. Her body grew with excitement. “Something is going to happen tonight,” Lola reassured herself. She made sight of the dancer, but he was busy with other customers. Was Lola really getting jealous? She didn’t even know the guy; nevertheless she needed to get to him. Her body couldn’t handle it anymore.
She needed to make a pit stop to the bathroom before getting into contact with the dancer. Lola wanted to look her best for him. Upon exiting the bathroom, she was stopped by the dancer waiting for her in the hallway. They didn’t say anything to each other, rather he swooped Lola up and carried her to a secluded room. Without saying a word, they pressed their faces together and began making out intensely. Lola got consumed into the moment and began softly moaning, with the dancer kissing her neck and chest. Just as the heat couldn’t get hotter, the dancer pulled away. He pushed his index finger to her lips and slipped through the door before Lola could say anything.
Chapter Two: The Man in the Mask
Lola woke up the next morning, ready to take on her day. It was Saturday, which meant grocery shopping for her. She did her normal routine, which entailed watching the morning news and masturbating to her lover, the dancer. Nothing had gone farther than the two grinding for hours on each other and practically swallowing one another. This was enough to spark something in Lola she had never felt before. She needed to see him again.
For the next few weeks, Lola continually went to “Mascaraed”. Each night she went got crazier with the dancer. It started off with some simple making out and groping and transitioned into grinding and kissing one another all over their bodies. Their encounters never consisted of the two speaking to each other, it was all physical and Lola was okay with it at first. After getting out of a relationship her and Jacob conducted, it was time for her to have a little fun. However, she wished she had known more about the dancer. At least, his name. All she knew his stripper name, which was Willie Thunder. It made her giggle almost every time she thought about it.
Although she didn’t know much about “Willie”, he really left an impact on her. He was all she thought about throughout her days. Lola started going to the strip club on week nights, which allowed their relationship to escalate quickly. The chemistry between the two grew hotter as the days passed, before Lola knew it, she was going to see him every day. They almost had sex each time, but were interrupted by the dancer having to leave. Of course, never telling Lola why he needed to depart.
The next time they were together, Lola wanted to take things to the next level. She walked into the strip club and was greeted by the bouncer and owner. After being a customer almost every day, they began to recognize her. Lola didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing. When she sat down by the catwalk, she couldn’t find “Willie” anywhere. Suddenly, Lola started to feel panicked. Where was he? He knew she was coming, why wasn’t he around? One of the waitresses came up to Lola to take her order, but all she could think about was where the dancer was. “Where’s Willie Thunder?” Lola blurted to the woman. The woman began to giggle and stroke Lola’s face. “Aw, honey. You aren’t the only lady Mr. Thunder likes,” the waitress explained. Just as the waitress ended her sentence, “Willie” and a trashy looking woman emerged from the hallway which lead to secluded rooms.
The woman laid a nasty, wet kiss on the dancer and exited the strip club. Lola couldn’t be mad at him at all. He wasn’t her boyfriend, in the slightest. Maybe she was just a customer to him, although, Lola had never paid for a session with him. Things were getting real between the two, or at least that’s what Lola wanted to feel. Suddenly, Lola felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She knew whose hand it was, and immediately turned around and passionately kissed the dancer. They made their way into the back and began their normal ritual. This time was different than the rest. Lola put more movement into the act. She wrapped her legs around him, making him press himself against her. She grinded on him, making him grow larger and larger. Lola could feel this and pressed herself even harder on him. Suddenly, he pulled away and began to leave the room.
“Wait!” Lola yelled to the dancer. He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to her. She began to cry and explain to the dancer that ever since their sexual occurrences started, she had never been so happy. “I sleep, think and practically live better. You’ve changed things for me,” she explained to him. The dancer didn’t move, rather he remained frozen as she spoke. “I know you feel it too,” she added. Lola went on to tell the dancer that she needed to know who he was. “Willie” had kept his mask on for the entire time, which essentially meant that Lola didn’t know who she was falling for.
“Willie” stood there for a while, staring at Lola. She sat on the bed, crying. Mainly, she was embarrassed. She didn’t even know this man and yet, she invested so many feelings into him. His silence lead her to believe that he was extremely freaked out and was simply waiting to escape. She picked her head up to see the dancer walking towards her. He sat on the bed next to her, but never connected eyes with her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
This was more than a strip club romance, this was turning into something real. “Please just tell me,” Lola begged him. “Just tell me your name, tell me something.” The dancer pulled away and finally looked into her eyes. She could tell he wanted to tell her something, but had much hesitation. He stood up and began to make his way for the door. At this point, Lola was too ashamed to try to stop or chase him. Before he got to the door he stopped and turned to Lola. In a soft voice, the dancer whispered, “I can’t,” and exited the room.
Chapter Three: Happy Birthday, Nicki!
Lola sat in her cubicle, staring at the unfinished article on her computer screen. A week had passed since she had seen “Willie”. She was trying her best to get him out of her head, however she wasn’t having much luck. Work was a drag for her. Writing repeating content articles was getting old for her. In the end, Lola was extremely bored with her life, and the dancer was the only thing that was giving her the extra spice she needed. The only source of entertainment for her was Snapchatting Nicki throughout her day. The two were hanging out almost every night, which was really the only thing Lola looked forward to anymore. This helped her forget the dancer, for a part of her day.
Lola wouldn’t dare tell Nicki about her romance with the dancer. She felt silly enough, she didn’t need more people knowing about it. Lola couldn’t understand why she was so wrapped around the idea of this man. He gave her this feeling no one else had. Hell, he had made her cum without even penetrating her. He was amazing, and this killed Lola as their distance grew. Lola had been on and off with Jacob for over five years and not once did he ever make her feel like the dancer did. They had more passion, more will to make each other cum, even without having sex. There was more to this guy than just a short term romance. This though, however, made Lola feel completely insane. But, she couldn’t help herself.
Nick’s birthday rolled around. Lola and she had a birthday tradition where the gifts they got each other were always homemade. This year Lola was busy crafting together a big blanket for Nicki. It had the two’s favorite colors throughout it, those being purple and blue. It was getting colder out, so this was the perfect gift for Nicki. A few nights before her birthday, Nicki came over and had dinner with Lola. They discussed how their weeks had been and which cute men they had seen. “So, Mascaraed this weekend?” Nicki asked Lola. “It is my birthday weekend after all,” Nicki insisted. Lola grinned her teeth and agreed to go, despite her fear of seeing the dancer after telling him what she told him.
That weekend, the group girls got together and made their way to “Mascaraed”. In the taxi, Lola didn’t speak. This wasn’t a simple night out for her, instead it was full of anxieties and embarrassment. They pulled up the club and all the girls exited, besides Lola. She hesitated. What was going to happen in there? Was he going to ignore her, or simply even be there? After seeing Nicki giving her the “come on” look, Lola exited the taxi. The club was packed, luckily Nicki had made a reservation. That girl never wanted things to go wrong, so usually planned ahead accordingly.
Lola walked to the table that was close to the main stage. There were six dancers on the stage, however none of them were “Willie”. As she looked around the club, she noticed him standing by the bar, talking to a few other dancers. He had already been looking at her before she looked at him. A large smile was plastered to his face, just from the sight of Lola. She wasn’t sure what to make of this.
The party was popping and all the girls were having a blast. Nicki was dancing on the table and interacting with many of the dancers. Lola was happy she was having a good time, but never forgot about seeing the dancer. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and began pulling her along with them. At first, Lola was spooked until she realized it was “Willie”. They were going towards the secluded rooms and before she knew it, they were alone. She smiled at him, while he softly stroked her face.
Lola told him how she missed him and how she was happy to see him. He slowly kissed her and began feeling her breasts and butt. Lola didn’t resist. The two kissed each other and started their normal routine. Instead this time, “Willie” practically ripped her pants off and began touching her body all over. Quickly after, he fingered her so hard she practically exploded. Lola began to moan over and over. She kissed his neck, leaving bite marks and hickies all over his neck and chest.
This caused the two to restart their love affair. Lola started going back to the club every day. It was like nothing had changed. Things got much more intense between the two. He pleasured her every time they saw each other, and eventually she pleasured him. While she wasn’t with him, all she thought of was his huge penis shoved itself into her mouth. It made her lose concentration on her work. The cubicle starting to make her brain feel like it was melting. She needed time with Nicki.
That night Lola invited Nicki over to watch the finale of
The Bachelor
. The two had been keeping up with the series and constantly talked about who they wanted to win. When Nicki came over, Lola was overly happy. A lot happier than she had been in quite some time. “Are you getting laid or something?” Nicki questioned Lola. Immediately Lola blushed. How could Nicki read her so well? It’s like, she knew her more than she knew herself.
“Of course not!” Lola playfully responded. Nicki crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow in disbelief. “Who is he?” Nicki questioned her. Lola looked down at her hands, which began to feel very clammy. “He’s nobody,” Lola admitted. Nicki practically sprang from her seat after Lola’s confession. Lola went on to explain her romance with the dancer, although she never made eye contact with Nicki due to embarrassment. “Damn, that’s hot,” Nicki shouted after Lola’s explanation. Lola looked up at Nicki with a concerned face, “I love him.”
Over the next few weeks, Nicki reminded Lola that she needed to tell the dancer how she felt. "This is more than just some trashy romance story," Nicki reassured Lola. "That guy likes you and your tits," Nicki continued, giggling. Lola knew that she needed to let this out, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. How crazy would she sound telling a stripper she was in love with him? Lola was simply embarrassed by her feelings. She hated that she had told Nicki, because Nicki always had been a hopeless romantic. Any love story stole her heart no matter what, including Lola's extraordinary one.
It didn't help that every time Lola built up the courage to tell him, he would do his normal "after-cumming" departure. It made Lola feel so dirty, yet she always begged for more. She hated when he would leave so abruptly, without even saying a word. Each time he left, she would sit there, just hoping he'd come back. Sometimes, she'd get interrupted by another dancer and customer coming in. Nevertheless, their times together made Lola fall deeply in love with him, she couldn't shake the feeling.
Lola couldn't wait anymore. She couldn't continue going on with this meaningless relationship, or whatever it was. It was time for her to tell him. One day, during her lunch hour, she paid a visit to "Willie". She walked into the club quietly and waited for him by the hallway that led to the rooms. "Willie" wasn't in sight at all. Other dancers came up to her, trying to get her to do back to a room with her, but she never caved. "Willie" was the only dancer she was interested in pursuing. Suddenly, the dancer emerged from the hallway and put his arm around Lola.
"We have to talk," she said to the dancer. She quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the next open room she saw. They entered the room and Lola quickly backed away from him. She knew he'd try to kiss and hug her, and all she was interested in was telling him. "I don't know your name or anything else about you, but I've never felt like this," Lola cried to him. "I've been in long relationships, and not one has ever made an impact like this one," she continued. The dancer remained still as Lola spoke.
"I'm crazy, I know. But you can't help how you feel," Lola explained. "I'm in love with you," she concluded with tears in eyes. The dancer slowly walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed himself against her and began kissing her next. Quickly, Lola caved and began kissing him, passionately. "Willie" picked her up and slammed her against the wall, squeezing her butt in the process. He quickly ripped off Lola's leggings and was even quicker to take off his own pants.
He carried her to the bed, which was located on the other side of the room. Their bodies pressed firmly together on the bed, the dancer slowly slid himself into Lola. She let out a loud moan and he began thrusting slowly. She felt every inch of him inside of her, the feeling was overwhelming. She began panting and grabbing his back, producing scratch marks. The bed was shaking uncontrollably, along with Lola’s moaning. The dancer held her tightly as he thrust faster and faster. Suddenly, he through Lola around, making her ride him while on top. Lola had already cum a couple times before, but she was getting to the finale. The dancer sprang up, pounding himself into her, while they both came.
During this, Lola kept trying to take his mask off. She figured, he’d be too distracted to stop her. However, each time he’d catch her and move her hand away. She couldn’t believe it; this entire time he had hid his identity from her. But, why? After they were finished, the dancer began to leave the room. “Hold on!” Lola yelled. The dancer ignored her and continued walking. Lola, however, wasn’t taking no for an answer. She quickly jumped up from the bed and grabbed “Willie’s” arm. “You can’t leave now,” she demanded. “You have to stay. I love you,” she continued.
“Willie” put his hands around Lola’s face and gazed into her eyes. She knew those eyes. They were they only piece of his face she was able to see. “I can’t,” the dancer whispered to Lola. She could see he was hurting, like he didn’t want to say what he was saying. “You have to go,” the dancer demanded. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” Lola reassured him. As she started to gather her things, the dancer interrupted her. “No. You can’t come back tomorrow or ever. This is over,” the dancer explained. As Lola turned around, he was already leaving the room. She didn’t bother chasing him.
A few days had passed since the “break-up”. Lola wanted answers. Why did he basically lead her on? Why did he hide his identity from her? One night, while talking on the phone with Nicki, Lola explained how badly she wanted to speak to him. Even if it was one last time. “I’ll go with you for support, just to have someone with you,” Nicki offered to Lola. She quickly accepted Nicki’s offer and the next day, they were walking into “Mascaraed”. Lola looked throughout the entire club, trying to see if he was there. “Do you see him?” Lola asked Nicki. The two couldn’t seem to track him down.
Finally, Lola approached the front desk. “Is Willie Thunder around?” She asked the woman sitting behind the desk. The woman’s face grew sad. “No, unfortunately he quit the other day. Just out of the blue.” Lola’s stomach practically fell to her feet. “Could you tell me his real name? I just need to know,” Lola asked the woman. The woman’s face went from sad to irritate. She shooed Lola away, saying that it was against the law for her to do that.
Defeated, the two girls began to leave the club. Lola’s eyes filled with tears. The thought of her never seeing him again broke her heart. Suddenly, one of the waitresses grabbed Lola’s shoulder and pulled her to the side. “His name is Sam Traverse. He doesn’t live far from here, maybe a few blocks over,” the woman explained. Nicki let out a loud gasp as Lola looked at her in shock. The only Sam Traverse that Lola knew that lived around her was her stepbrother. Lola’s feet tingled, her heart raced, the palm of her hands began to sweat. Nicki stood frozen, “Oh my god,” she whispered.