Read Stepbrother Surrender: A Step Romance Novella Online
Authors: Zoe Blair
Andrew,
my most recent ex, turned out to be just another horn ball jerk. I thought he
saw something special in me, but as it turned out, he had eyes for any girl
that would give him attention. During our relationship, one girl was a
cheerleader named Reagan.
Reagan
was one of those girls who
lived
for trying to steal boys away from
their girlfriends, and for a while I’d only heard second-hand stories of her
antics. But after a house party last week, I found out for myself how
conniving she could be.
I
had volunteered to take my friend Chrissie home after she’d had a little too
much to drink. I made Andrew, knowing how he liked to drink, promise me that
he was also leaving before he got too bad.
“Babe, don’t worry about it; damn,” he told me, annoyed as he drunkenly
stumbled over every word. “You got me on a dog collar babe, damn” he finally
said, which was a little infuriating, but I excused it to his drunken buzz.
I
knew better than to assume alcohol was completely to blame for his behavior.
He frequently spoke down to me but any time we’d argue over it he’d eventually
apologize. I guess I was just waiting for the day he finally kept his promise
to treat me better.
I
kissed him on the cheek and we left.
Next
thing I know, it’s the following morning and I’ve got texts from all of
Andrew’s friends saying that Reagan had sucked his dick at the party. My
follow up texts were full of questions.
How
did they find out? Did someone walk in on them?
Are
they sure it wasn’t a different couple?
How
could he do this to me?
I
wanted it to be a lie, but Andrew didn’t even try coming up with a story.
“What
the fuck, Andrew? Is it true?” I asked him, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Maybe
if you gave me a blowjob every once in a while” He started, defiant.
I
couldn’t take it anymore and we broke up right then. And though I was perfectly
content dealing with it in my own shy, quiet way, I could see Brandon was
quickly reading it on my face as we sat there.
Something
about him, maybe it was whatever wisdom he had gained at college had made him
perceptive enough to see it in my eyes, as hard as it was to believe.
“So,
what’s the deal with that guy you were dating? What happened?” He asked me as
the television host broke up the heated political argument and announced a
commercial break.
“Uh,
nothing. You know, it just wasn’t working out” I told him in as few words as
possible. I really didn’t want to discuss this with him. He wasn’t buying it
though.
“Sorry
to hear that, hopefully you’re not too down over it” He said. I shrugged. I
was down. I mean, was a terrible relationship and I’m glad to be out of it,
but I had invested time and effort into it. I thought maybe he would change,
but he never did.
“I’m
okay,” I stated in a way that communicated my sadness, but also my strength.
Then, without thinking, I blurted out the next question:
“Um,
are you dating anyone?” I asked out of curiosity, but my heart was instantly
racing at the realization that it’d maybe sounded like I was interested in him.
I unsuccessfully tried to explain myself, “I mean, I was just, like, I don’t
know” I stumbled over my lame attempt to show my reasoning. Thankfully, he
didn’t seem to catch on.
“Um,
a few girls here and there, but you know how it is” he said, sounding a little
uncomfortable himself. I felt my body relax at his tone. Maybe he was just as
nervous as I was. I wanted to believe he was and I felt my blood pulsing in my
veins, sending my heart into overdrive.
“You know, I was a high school guy once;
and I’m not saying I’m some mature wise adult now or anything, but we can be
assholes at that age so don’t let it get to you” Brandon said.
I
was charmed by his compassion, and yet very surprised. Of course, I remembered
how much of an asshole he was. I had to live with him. It was strange that we
were talking like I’d never known him when he was younger. I liked it better
this way.
His
cologne started drifting to my nose the longer we sat there, and I’d just hoped
he wouldn’t notice me intentionally inhaling it as my senses ignited. The
scent was warm and comforting, and it smelled natural. I wondered how much of
it was him and how much was the cologne.
I
felt goose-bumps rise across my skin as Brandon casually brought his arm over
the back of the sofa; the long, muscular arm decorated with tattoos. I never
really paid attention until now, but the designs swirling across his arm made
him seem stronger somehow; confident. I grew nervous and lustful at the same
time; I wanted everything that Brandon had and was and yet wanted nothing to
happen at the same time. I think if he had kissed me right then I would’ve
surrendered, but I wouldn’t dare make the first move.
I quickly diverted my thoughts to a
teenage Brandon poking fun at me.
“Yeah,
you were such an asshole” I suddenly blurted out into the established silence,
surprising even myself.
Way to build a wall, Elle,
I thought to myself.
I knew as soon as I’d said that, I would regret it.
“Ha!”
Brandon’s laugh startled me. “I don’t blame you for saying that, Elle.”
Something
about Brandon was endearing in a way that made me to lose control of myself
when he was near. I could feel myself trusting him completely, like an old
friend, and as he listened, I felt as though I could tell him anything.
This
man was
far
from the boy who I grew up with, and I felt like the
disbelief would never fade.
“I
bet this situation has you pretty tense. Maybe you need a massage, hm?”
Brandon suggested, hopping up from the couch and coming around behind me as my
eyes widened with fear.
A
massage? Him touching me? Is he serious?
My mind was racing at the sudden
suggestion.
But
my hesitation faded as I felt his strong hands lower softly atop my shoulders.
I
felt his fingers sinking into my tender muscles and the release that oozed from
them melted my insides.
These
are the same fingers that stroke that big dick,
I though, instantly
recoiling at the crude thought. But the image of his cock kept reappearing as
he squeezed my tender muscles.
I
let out a sigh; letting my head lower back until it hit his abs. Andrew had
never once touched me like this;
no one
had. My mind was swimming in
photographs I’d seen of Brandon. I imagined softly touching his abs as I
traveled down to his waist-line. I wanted his cock so badly.
“Your
hands are amazing” I giggled as the little strings of feel-good energy wiggled
around in my mind.
“My
frat didn’t call me ‘the doctor’ for nothing,” Brandon laughed.
The
release in every muscle around my neck sent intoxicating waves of pleasure to my
brain and all over my body.
I
felt a hot tingling again between my thighs start to build up and I squirmed in
place as Brandon kneaded through my upper arms, finishing the impromptu
massage.
The
battle between what was off-limits and up for grabs raged on as dirty images of
Brandon filled my closed eyes. As I came to, I remembered that Brandon was
practically my brother and was ashamed of my previous feelings.
Brandon’s
dog tag suddenly jangled against the back of my hair as I found my curiosity of
it returning.
“What’s
this for?” I asked him, turning to look at it out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh,
it’s just this thing we had in my fighting group” He answered as he held it
between his fingers, studying it as an expression of nostalgia, coupled with a
big smile, came across his face.
“Fighting
group?” I asked.
“Yeah,
yeah; it’s this mixed martial arts type fighting group we had in LA. It’s just
thing I did one time to relax during finals one year,” he started.
I
wondered how on earth fighting could be considered relaxing.
“But I got really hooked on the thrill; I
ended up forming my own fighting group and we even competed for a short time,”
he finished.
It
was yet another surprise and notable deviation from the immature kid I’d known
in high school.
And
while Brandon was intimidating with his wide shoulders and big biceps, he also
had the carefree personality of some harmless beach bum. I could tell he was
strong, but I trusted in that strength. I felt like he could protect me.
When
he told me about the fighting group though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t
suddenly feel a warm buzz rushing throughout my body, down to my clit. A
sensual electricity sparked and fired and in that moment I would’ve given
anything to be making out with Brandon.
There
didn’t seem to be
anything
that my stepbrother wasn’t great at; I
wondered how he was at sex. Surely he was great at that too.
I
mulled it around in my mind, biting my lip as he went on about his most
memorable fights. But I couldn’t entertain the thought for long without being
overcome with guilt.
Get it together
, I scolded myself. I couldn’t
handle the hot desire anymore and he
was
my stepbrother. This had to
stop.
“Uh,
I’ve got some homework I really should get to” I told Brandon, suddenly. I
hopped up and quickly rushed to the stairs.
“It’s
cool. I’ll see you in the morning, then” he said. Then I watched him stretch
his tight body as he reclined back on the couch. Somehow I found the will to
march up to my room.
“Holy
fuck,” I whispered to myself in excitement after closing my bedroom door behind
me. I propped my back against it and slowly slid down until my butt was sitting
on the floor up against it.
My
body was on fire and I had to do something. Surely just thinking about my
stepbrother is okay? I took the gamble. My fingers, already horny, were ready
to supply my body with the release it’d craved since my sizzling hot
stepbrother showed up.