My Stepbrother and my Stepdad 1

MIA

Peeking out my bedroom window, I check if there are any cars parked outside in the driveway. A sigh of relief escapes me when I see that there are none and I quickly slam my curtains shut, grabbing my laptop from my dresser as I climb on top of my bed.

I’m ovulating at the moment and my sex drive is at an all time high.

This normally would have been an easy situation to fix if I were in school. College guys are freaks and willing to fuck anything under a skirt. Getting one to sate this ache wouldn’t have been an issue. I’m 5’4, curvy and beautiful.

However, I’m home on summer break and my stepdad would frown at me bringing a man over. At the same time, going home with a total stranger is completely out of the picture, hence my current predicament--strung tight from sexual desire but not being able to do a damn thing about it.

Flipping open my laptop, I log onto the p**n site and click on the video I’d been watching yesterday before the sound of my stepbrother’s car pulling into the driveway had penetrated through my lust-addled brain and I’d had to turn the off device and hide my vibrator.

My mother got married to my stepdad, Victor, about two years after she broke things off with my dad. When we moved out of our place and moved in with him, I’d been surprised to see that he had a son. Gideon, my stepbrother, is five years older than me. He’s done with college now and works at Victor’s law firm so he lives here as well.

Mom is currently away on business. For that reason alone, I’d considered not coming home at all this summer but mom says she’ll be back in a few days, so it’s just three of us in the house right now.

Their presence has made it really difficult to get myself off and now’s the perfect time seeing as neither of them is home.

Kicking off my shorts, I fish out my vibrator from my bedside table, turn it on, lay back and bring it to my clit. My hips jerk off the bed from the sensation and my knees fall wide open.

My hands climb up my stomach, sliding under my tank top as I start playing with tits, watching the man in the video rail into the much younger girl with reckless abandon.

I roll my hips in tandem with the speed of the vibrator, biting down on my lips so that I don’t make a sound. My orgasm crashes into me just as my bedroom door flies open.

Gideon stands there frozen, lips parted and eyes wide in shock as he watches me. I can’t help it; I’m already coming. So I can do nothing but hold my stepbrother’s eyes as the shockwaves spread throughout my body.

Seeming to remember himself, he steps out and shuts the door behind him.

Only when I’ve come back from my high does it really dawn on me what just happened.  Gideon caught me masturbating. I held his eyes as I came, for fucks sake.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

What the hell is he doing home so early anyway and why didn’t I hear him come in?

Groaning, I toss my vibrator on my bed and cover my face with a pillow, convinced I’m going to die of mortification. How on earth am I going to face him after that?

Do we pretend like nothing happened?

Damn it all to hell. I have to go talk to him. I need to make sure he keeps this between us and not tell Victor. I mean, he shouldn’t, but I have to make sure.

I fix my top, put on my shorts and hurry downstairs in search of Gideon. I see him sitting on the couch with his elbows braced on his knees. He doesn’t seem surprised to see me. Almost like he’s been expecting me.

Gideon is handsome, in case I forgot to mention. I remember having a huge crush on him when we first moved here. It had taken me quite a while to get over it, after years of feeling jealous of the girls he brought over. I always wanted to be them and I remember peeking through the tiny cracks in his door a few times, wishing I could trade places with the older girls.

I’ve had to repeatedly tell myself whenever I caught my thoughts running wild that he’s my stepbrother and it’s forbidden to think about him like that.

“Hey,” I start, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m really sorry you had to see that. In my defense, I didn’t know you’d be home so early. I hope I didn’t permanently scar your eyes.”

My attempt at a light joke is met with silence. When he simply stares at me, I shift my weight from one foot to the other, feeling uncomfortable under the intensity of his gaze. Why is he staring at me like that?

“Anyway,” I continue, staring down at my pink toe nails. “Please don’t tell Victor about what you saw. I’d really appreciate it if you kept it between the both of us.”

That has him lifting a brow. “I won’t tell dad what I saw.”

I exhale in relief and am about to thank him when he speaks again.

“On one condition.”

I blink, the hair at the back of my nape rising. “What?”

Why do I feel like I’m not going to like his next words?

“You let me fuck you.”

My stomach drops and my mouth falls open. Um, what the hell? Did my stepbrother go out and get a personality transplant?

He’s never talked to me this way before. Ever. And the way he’s looking at me?

His eyes slowly trail up my frame, pausing momentarily when he gets to my hips and my breasts. My nipples pebble into two hard points that my tank top does nothing to hide and I have to cross my hands in front of my chest. If anything, it only seems to draw his attention to that part of me even more.

“Gideon, you’re my brother,” I remind him.

“Stepbrother,” he corrects.

My eyes widen when I see the huge tent forming in his slacks. Shit, he’s serious.

I have to step back because it’s not just my nipples that are hard right now; desire is pooling low in my stomach and it’s beginning to mess with my head. “No.” I shake my head even though my voice comes out breathy. “I’m not agreeing to that. It’s wrong.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs and pushes to his feet. “But know I’m going to tell dad that I caught you masturbating.”

When he moves to walk past me, I stop him by holding onto his bicep. He’s really strong. Hard everywhere. I’ve seen him shirtless a few times and I know he’s fit. Of course, he is. He works out on the weekends and goes for jogs in the evenings.

“Please don’t tell Victor,” I whisper, trying not to think about how ridiculously good he smells and what the hell I’m about to agree to. “I-I’ll do whatever you want.”