Read Stepbrother Surrender: A Step Romance Novella Online
Authors: Zoe Blair
My
stomach would knot every time I’d be in the living room - thinking I’d had to
house to myself until mom or dad came home, only for him and his stupid friends
to come waltzing in. They had such clever one-liners, or so they thought, and
they never seemed to tire of it. I’d attempt a few comebacks but they’d fall
flat and I’d always end up walking into the brunt of some new joke. It was
really best when I kept to myself.
The
breaking point for me was definitely when he and his friends were hanging
outside and I heard them through my open window, calling me “flat chested,” or
“pimple face,” to Brandon’s endless amusement.
So
it was particularly stressing when, as a hopeless teenage puppet to my chaotic
hormones, I’d sometimes, even back then, catch myself hosting
very
impure
thoughts of him. They mostly started when I caught him making out with a girl
on the couch one afternoon. They were so into it they didn’t even notice me on
the stairs, but I watched as Brandon slid his hand up her shirt, cupping her
breast and their tongues danced wildly together.
These
kinds of thoughts of Brandon only got worse after I saw his dick.
One
day, a few weeks before he left for college, I was running late for school. So
I burst into the bathroom without even thinking and stumbled upon him
masturbating.
He
was
big
, and I didn’t have much to compare him by but to this day he’s
the biggest I’ve ever seen. And he was been pretty involved in the task at
hand, because it took him a second to notice me notice me, frozen in place with
wide eyes glued to his length.
To
make matters worse, I’d managed to walk in right at the moment big white ropes
started shooting out of his dick. It was only when he was huffing deep from the
pleasure, that he caught me in the corner of his eye.
“Elle?
Fuck, get out!”
He
blushed red, but he couldn’t do anything but try to turn away as his load
continued to spurt out. I quickly darted away and we avoided each other for
most of the next week. Soon after, he left for college.
Most
of my own self-pleasure sessions involved the image of his stroking though. I
imagined he was thinking about me and that he was masturbating because he had
to see me in my panties from time to time and couldn’t hold it in. I imagined
he needed to masturbate to keep from taking me right there in our parents’
house.
Try
as I did to push the thoughts from my mind, Brandon’s passionate touching of his
own dick always sprang into the forefront. His hands wrapped around and
gripped it in a rough, masculine way and I wanted those hands all over my body.
But
thankfully, when he left, I counted that chapter closed. Until I received some
shocking news a few years later…
“Elle,
you ready for some big news?” Dad asked me at the breakfast table as I
passively typed out a text on my phone. I just woke up and I had never been a
morning person so I was only half paying attention. He continued with the delivery
despite my ignoring him in my morning haze.
“Your
brother is coming into town for a week,” He said with his eyebrows up and his
arms out wide in a kind of ‘
how-about-that
’ gesture.
My
skin developed chills at the sound of
brother
. For one, he was my
step
brother, and for another thing, I hadn’t heard much of a reference to him
in years.
“What?”
I asked, finally alert. “When?”
“This
Thursday,” I could tell Dad was very excited. He didn’t even notice that I
didn’t come close to matching his enthusiasm.
Deeply
entrenched in a texting argument with my boyfriend, I aimlessly blurted out my
disapproval.
“Why
is he coming to Miami? Why do I have to see him? What does he want with us?”
The questions just kept coming and I had seemingly lost all control of them.
“Elle,
he’s your brother-“
“
Step
brother,” I corrected.
“I know you two never got along so well,
but please,
please
try to accommodate him. It’s only for a week,” he
said, finally sitting down with his breakfast.
“Why
is he coming here anyway? Lisa hasn’t even been by here since the divorce” I
said without realizing that it might be a painful thing to point out to dad.
They didn’t end on good terms. She had fallen in love with someone else and it
really made things awkward between them ever since. Dad really thought she was
the one, too.
“Well
anyway,” he continued, “it looks like he just finished school and he’s got a
job interview here in Miami.”
I
sighed, provoking Dad to pull a stern look over his face.
“
But
it’s not for another week still
and his lease in Los Angeles is up. So he’s in kind of a jam” Dad explained.
“Oh,
ok. I thought for a second he wanted to see us or something” I said
sarcastically, shrugging.
Dad
let out a long sigh in annoyance.
“Look,
I need you to be extra supportive here because it’s just going to be you and
him after I leave Thursday night,” he explained. My eyes widened.
“What?”
I lifted from my phone with a look of terror.
Brandon? And me? Alone?
With his tight abs and his huge cock
, and
dammit Elle he’s your step
brother
, I reprimanded myself. I could feel my knees weaken and my throat
dry out like a desert in a drought.
“See
this is why you don’t need to be on that phone at the table while I’m trying to
talk to you” dad said as he re-informed me. “I told you last week that I’m
going to Charlotte for the week to close this big business deal, so I’m picking
Brandon up from the airport and we’re going to go out to eat before I have to
jump on a plane, too” he finished as I exhaled with frustration.
“Fine,”
I surrendered. Then I sulked for a moment before finally dragging my feet off
to school for the day.
The
next week was useless for my education. I tried to study but I couldn’t stop
thinking about Brandon visiting.
What if he catches me staring at his abs?
I worried.
What if he finds me attractive too?
After all, I had grown
a nice set of tits since the last time he saw me and my skin had cleared up. I
shook the thoughts out of my head only to be caught off guard by them later on.
As
we neared the day to pick him up from the airport, it only got worse. I
started dreaming of him.
In
one dream he was topless and wet like his photo, and he pressed his dripping
lips to mine, pulling me close. My heart pounded and I was plagued with the
knowledge that I should push him away, but that only made me want him more.
His lips were electrifying and my senses were heightened since I wasn’t
supposed to be tasting him at all.
Then,
there was the
other
dream. I was sucking his perfect cock. I wrapped
my lips around the head and glanced up at Brandon who was smiling. Then he
placed a hand on the back of my head and said, “Oh, just like that sis.” I
remember waking up in a panic shortly after he called me
sis
.
On
Wednesday night, I hardly slept at all for fear of having another dream. I
kept encouraging myself to move pas this. It was all just a harmless fantasy,
one that I didn’t
really
want to pursue. But I couldn’t really convince
myself that this was anything other than a seriously real attraction to my only
sibling. Even if he wasn’t related by blood.
The
ride to the airport was nerve wracking. I sat in the passenger seat, biting my
nails, while Dad drove too fast.
“Aren’t
you getting excited, Elle? Now that it’s actually here?” he was obviously very
excited, himself. I just nodded and stared down the road to the horizon,
hoping the airport would never show up. Hoping that maybe it disappeared in
some alternate universe and that Brandon was a dream and that I wouldn’t ever
have to be confronted with his physical form. But of course that didn’t happen
and within five minutes we were pulling into the airport parking lot.
We
stepped out of the car and into the burning sun. By the time we reached the
doors I had hair plastered to my forehead from sweat.
What a great start
,
I thought to myself. We found a couple of seats and watched crowds of people
rush hectically around us.
I
stared at my shoes while we waited. A long black scuff was on the inside, and
a few short marks and creases lined the top. I couldn’t help but wonder how I
must be walking in order to create such a pattern, but I didn’t get far into my
thoughts.
“There
he is!” Dad jumped out of his seat, pointing enthusiastically. I lifted my
eyes to look for Brandon, but was only met with the most gorgeous man I’d ever
seen. He stood tall with broad shoulders and a smile that made me melt. It
took me a moment to notice that I had stopped breathing.
“Where?”
I said as I tried looking around the hunk in front of us for Brandon but I
didn’t see anyone else. The beautiful stranger before me was eyeing me and
smiled before I quickly turned away, blushing. And then I realized why this
hunk had been eyeing me.
“Brandon!
Oh wow!” Dad said as he swung his arms around the beautiful guy.
Holy
shit,
I thought to myself. He was Brandon!
He
changed completely from the slightly chubby jerk that terrorized me, and was
even different from the somewhat improved college freshman that had visited
before. His muscles popped from beneath his skin and his muscle tee, and his green
eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lighting. I tried to find a glimpse of the
old Brandon in him, something that would cool my body down from the sight of
him, but there wasn’t anything. Brandon had been a boy, and standing before us
was a 23 year old stud that nearly made my panties wet before I’d realized who
he was.
And
I felt wrong for it. Brandon was family, not some possible lay. I felt like
curling up in my chair with my legs tucked in as he came over to me, but I
could hardly move. Somehow I found my way to my feet and joined Dad and this
strange new Brandon.
“Elle,
I can’t believe this. You look totally different” He said as he threw his arms
around me. His deep clean musk surrounded my senses as my attention turned to
my breasts being pressed up against his solid chest. The heat of his muscles
overwhelmed me and I fought the urge to rest my head against his chest. I
pulled away suddenly and dropped my arms to my side.