Stepbrother secret (1)

Chapter 1: Caught in the Dark

I never thought I would see my stepbrother like this.

The house was supposed to be empty. Mom and Dad had left for their anniversary weekend, and I had planned to spend the night buried in my books, finally getting some peace from Damien’s constant noise. Hockey practice, loud parties, girls screaming his name downstairs at all hours. He made it his mission to remind me every single day that this was his house first, his life, and I was just the quiet charity case his father had dragged in when he married my mother.

But tonight the basement light was on.

I crept down the stairs because I heard something strange. A low groan, deep and rough, followed by a wet sound that made my stomach tighten. The door to the game room was cracked open just enough for me to see inside without being noticed. My hand froze on the railing.

Damien was on the old leather couch, legs spread wide, his hockey jersey pushed up to his chest. His sweatpants were around his ankles. And between his thighs, on his knees, was a guy I recognized from the team. Tyler. One of his closest friends.

Damien’s hand was fisted in Tyler’s hair, guiding him roughly as Tyler’s head bobbed up and down. The sounds were obscene. Wet slurps, gagging breaths, and Damien’s low curses cutting through the air.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Damien growled, his hips snapping up. “Deeper. Don’t you dare pull back now.”

Tyler made a choked noise but kept going, hands gripping Damien’s thick thighs. Damien’s head was thrown back, eyes half closed, his abs flexing with every thrust into Tyler’s mouth. Sweat glistened on his skin. He looked powerful. Dangerous. Nothing like the asshole who shoved past me in the hallways or called me “bookworm” like it was an insult.

My heart hammered so hard I thought it would burst. I should have backed away. I should have run upstairs and pretended I saw nothing. But my feet would not move. Heat flooded my face, then my groin, and shame mixed with something darker I did not want to name.

Damien’s eyes suddenly snapped open and locked directly onto mine through the crack in the door.

Time stopped.

For a second, neither of us moved. Tyler kept sucking, oblivious, but Damien’s gaze burned into me. His lips curled into a slow, cruel smile even as pleasure twisted his features.

“Shit,” he hissed through gritted teeth. His hand tightened in Tyler’s hair, forcing him down harder. “Swallow it all.”

Tyler moaned around him, and Damien came with a deep groan, hips jerking. I watched every second of it, frozen, unable to look away from the way Damien’s cock pulsed between Tyler’s lips, the way his body shuddered with release.

When it was over, Damien pushed Tyler off him casually, like he was discarding a towel after practice. “Get out,” he said flatly.

Tyler wiped his mouth, looking confused. “What? We just started—”

“I said get the fuck out. Now.”

Tyler grabbed his jacket and left through the side door, muttering under his breath. The basement fell silent except for my ragged breathing.

Damien stood up slowly, pulling up his sweatpants but not bothering to hide the wet spot or the obvious bulge still straining against the fabric. He walked straight to the door and yanked it open. I stumbled back, nearly falling down the stairs.

“Well, well,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Look who decided to play spy tonight.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I was just getting water and I heard—”

“Save it.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the room, slamming the door shut behind us. The lock clicked. “You saw everything, Elias. Don’t insult me by lying.”

His grip was iron. Up close, he smelled like sweat and sex, and it made my head spin. Damien towered over me, six foot three of pure muscle from years on the ice, while I was slimmer, softer, more used to libraries than locker rooms.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to sound braver than I felt.

Damien’s smile widened. He backed me up until my legs hit the couch. “That depends on you, little stepbrother. You going to run and tell Mommy and Daddy that their precious golden boy likes dick? That their hockey star sucks off his teammates in the basement?”

My face burned. “I wouldn’t—”

“Yeah, you would. You’ve always hated me. This is your perfect chance to get rid of me.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “But I have a better idea.”

His free hand came up and cupped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His thumb brushed my lower lip, and I hated how my body reacted, a shiver running straight down my spine.

“You keep your mouth shut about what you saw,” he continued, voice dropping to a rough whisper. “And in return, you’re going to help me keep quiet too.”

“I don’t understand.”

Damien laughed softly, but there was no humor in it. “On your knees, Elias.”

My eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m very serious.” He pressed down on my shoulder, and I sank to the floor before I could stop myself. The carpet was rough against my knees. Damien towered above me now, his hand still gripping my jaw. “You watched me get sucked off like you couldn’t look away. I saw the way you stared. So now you’re going to finish what Tyler started.”

My heart raced. Part of me wanted to fight him, to shove him away and run. But another part, the part that had secretly watched him for months, the part that hated him and wanted him at the same time, kept me there.

“This is wrong,” I said, but my voice came out weak.

“Wrong feels pretty fucking good sometimes.” Damien pushed his sweatpants down again, freeing his cock. It was still half hard, thick and heavy, glistening from Tyler’s mouth. “Open up.”

I hesitated only a second before his hand tangled in my hair and guided me forward. The taste hit me first, salty and musky, still warm from what he had just done. I wrapped my lips around the head, tentative, and Damien groaned.

“Fuck, that’s it. Deeper, bookworm. Show me you can do better than Tyler.”

I tried. My hands came up to grip his thighs for balance as he pushed further into my mouth. He was big, stretching my lips, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. Tears pricked my eyes, but I did not pull away. Damien’s hips rocked slowly at first, then faster, fucking my mouth with the same arrogance he showed on the ice.

“You look good like this,” he muttered, voice strained. “On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.”

His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening.

“Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.”

I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable.

Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered.

I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

“I’m going to come,” he warned, voice rough. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good little secret keeper.”

I had no choice. He buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan, flooding my mouth. I swallowed desperately, choking but taking it all. When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connected my lips to his cock.

Damien stared down at me, chest heaving, eyes dark with satisfaction and something darker I could not read.

“Good boy,” he said softly, wiping his thumb across my swollen lips. “But we’re not done yet.”

He reached for his phone on the couch, and my blood ran cold as he opened the camera app.

“Smile for the picture, Elias. Insurance. So you don’t forget who owns you now.”

I tried to stand, but he pushed me back down, his hand firm on my shoulder.

“Damien, wait—”

The camera flashed.

And in that moment, I realized I had just walked straight into hell with my stepbrother. One I was terrified I did not want to escape.