RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (29 page)

“So what about Amber?” Amber was his girlfriend the last time I checked.

“Oh, we broke up,” he said.

“That was fast,” I replied, laughing. “Have you honestly ever dated anyone for more than a few weeks?”

“I think so,” Tyler said, making a mock face like he was thinking. “Yeah, a few of them have made it past one week. You’ll be surprised to know that Amber lasted the whole summer.”

I grinned. “I bet she could do it like a rock star.”

“Shut up,” Tyler said, smacking me gently on my thigh. His light touch, even though playful, took me by surprise and caused a tingle to shoot through my body. “Well, at least she’s not going to be a thirty-year-old virgin,” he said, grinning.

“You have a point.” I smiled at him. If only he knew! If only he knew how much I wanted more than just a stepsister-stepbrother relationship with him. If only he knew that I was saving myself for him. I knew it was inappropriate to lust after him as much as I did, and when we were growing up, I thought I’d outgrow it. I hadn’t, and it had gotten worse. Now, even a mere playful touch from him stirred up those feelings. I was screwed big time!

TYLER

I watched Jenn from the corner of my eye as I drove. She was more beautiful than I remembered. Dark curly hair cascaded down her shoulders, her lean, strong body was clad in summer clothes even though it was winter in NYC, and she had a pair of legs I could stare at forever. She seemed oblivious to my need for her, which was great, even though I observed her with an intensity that stirred my loins. She was focused on our conversation, and I was grateful she was missing the obvious discomfort I felt as I shifted around in the seat, trying my best to discourage the bulge growing between my legs. I forced myself to focus on our conversation and distract her. I kept teasing her. It was the only way I could hide the way I felt about her.

I had just turned sixteen the first time I met Jenn, and I almost peed on myself when our parents introduced us. Initially, I was against my mom moving on with another man because I wanted so much to fix her and Dad back up again, but when I met Jenn, my selfishness took over and I wanted nothing but to be close to her. When my mom asked my opinion of Jack, Jenn’s dad, I gave her my opinion of Jenn—nice and someone I wanted to be a part of my family. It turned out I was right about Jenn’s dad, too, just like I was right about Jenn.

Jack was super nice to my mom and made me his son without reservations. The fact that Jenn and I would share the same household made my life complete. Jenn, however, lived mostly with her mom in California and only visited during the summer and winter. For some reason, whenever she was around the house, everything seemed so much brighter. During the months when she was with her mom, I’d often go to her room in our house, sit on her bed, and imagine she was back home, laughing and teasing me. Even though we didn’t see each other very often, when we did spend time together, our relationship grew in leaps and bounds. When we were not together, we called each other every day, much to the delight of our parents. Family bonding was important to them. On the outside, it looked like we were forming a great sibling relationship, but on the inside, I knew I wanted more from Jenn eventually.

I knew a lot of her secrets and shared mine with her as well, but I never told her how much I wanted to place her on her bed and take off her clothes slowly until she begged me to tear them off her and take her hard. But all that was in my head and in my dreams. Jenn was my sister, and as far as she was concerned, I was her brother. She would never notice me as anything more than that, or, as a matter of fact, ever want more from me than a sister would want from a brother. I sighed as I sat there, watching her legs that stretched for miles in the most tantalizing shorts I had ever seen on a woman, yet I had to pretend she was wearing a potato sack so I could keep my hands to myself, focus on the drive, and make my cock behave itself. This was the first day she was home, and I was already boiling. Jenn was going to be home for two weeks—no way would I survive the heat!

JENN

The next day, I was downstairs making breakfast before my family woke up. My dad was the first to come downstairs.

“Good morning, baby girl. Good to have you home,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek and picked up a sausage from the plate.

“So good to be home, Dad. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you and these wonderful pancakes,” Dad said.

“Yes, we did,” Lauren, my stepmom, agreed. “You know I don’t cook much.” I smiled and gave her a hug. “Neither does your dad,” Lauren said.

Dad laughed and kissed Lauren. “I didn’t marry you for your cooking skills.”

“I wonder why you married her sometimes,” Tyler said, laughing as he came down the stairs in just his shorts.

“Son, that would be too X-rated for you,” Jack said with a laugh as he walked towards the living room with Lauren.

“They make a great couple,” I commented for want of something to say, as I was suddenly alone with Tyler. My eyes would not look away from his broad, naked chest. It was distracting, and suddenly I became clumsy with turning the pancakes.

“You okay?” he asked, coming closer to me and leaning in to take a sausage.

“Yeah. I think the heat of the stove is getting to me.”

Tyler smiled and leaned towards me a little more. At first I thought he was going to give me a kiss, but he turned on the fan over the stovetop instead. “That should help.”

“Yes, thanks. I forgot all about the fan,” I said, throwing my hands up in mock exasperation. I was glad he bought my explanation of why I was hot; I would not have wanted him thinking it had anything to do with him.

“So, what’s in the pot?” he asked as he peered into the pot I was stirring. He knew what I was making, so I had no idea why he wanted to come so close to me in order to see it. But two can play at that game, so I played around with him.

“Homemade pancake syrup.”

“Looks good.”

“Hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

“Things always taste as good as they look,” he said in a hoarse voice that caused me to look up at him.

He had a weird look on his face, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought there was some suggestive undertone there, like he was trying to say something to me but couldn’t. Was it possible he was suggesting I might taste good? I shook my head. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. Why would my brother think anything like that? The Tyler I knew didn’t even notice I was a woman. His words could only mean that the food tasted as good as it looked. That, and nothing more.

“I’ve been known to screw things up. Let’s wait until we try the syrup to decide,” I laughed. Unless he really did mean me and not the food; in that case, he still had to try to decide. I was letting my thoughts run away with me again.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll take a shower and be back,” I heard him say.

I had been so lost in my mind that I didn’t know when he stepped away from me and walked to the kitchen door. Goodness knows what else he might have said while I thought about inappropriate things. I should be spanked for even entertaining those thoughts.

“Uh-huh,” I responded noncommittally.

“You sure you’re okay, Jenn?” he asked as he left, but before I had the chance to answer, our parents had come through the door.

“She will be once you stop harassing her and actually take a shower and come back for breakfast,” Lauren teased.

I wanted to hug her and say thank you for rescuing me from that awkward moment, but I just smiled and kept cooking. Lauren sat next to me. For a few minutes, we remained in comfortable silence, she setting the table while I finished cooking.

“It’s so good to have you home with us, Jenn,” she said as she approached the oven.

“I’m so glad to be here. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be for Christmas.” It was true. Not that I didn’t enjoy spending Christmas with my mom; in fact, it was great—sunny weather, nothing like the miserable cold that NYC offered in the winter months. But there was no Tyler in California, which just made the sunny weather not worth it for me. I’d take snow and cold days in NYC over the warmest, brightest day in California.

“Glad to hear that,” Lauren said.

“I don’t mean I don’t like California, don’t get me wrong.”

“Oh, no, of course not. Your mom is fun, and I’m sure you have a great time with her.”

I smiled, still trying to explain myself to wash away the guilty feeling I had about insulting my mom. “You know what I mean, right? I just like being with you guys, too, and sometimes, it’s so hard to decide where to go.” The first part was true; I liked being with them, but the second part of my story was a lie. It was never hard deciding where to stay; my heart lay where Tyler was, and given the chance, I’d spend all my free days and nights with him.

“Yes, darling, I know what you mean. I do feel privileged that you’re spending the holiday with us. You know what?”

“What?” I asked, having no idea what she wanted to say next.

“Tyler loves your company. He might hassle you sometimes, but trust me, when you are not around, he mopes like a dog. I didn’t realize how lonely he felt as an only child until you came along.”

I nodded, her words making a lot of sense to me. I was technically the older child for my mom. Yes, she just had a new baby with my new stepdad, but I feel more like a mom to my baby sister than a sister because we are eighteen years apart. Tyler definitely made my life better and did a good job of taking that only child loneliness away from me.

“Yes, I miss him when I’m not here, too,” I admitted, but I kept the rest of my thoughts to myself. I missed him, not just like a brother, but also like someone I had a crush on, but this was something I could never let anyone find out, not our parents and certainly not Tyler.

TYLER

I left the kitchen eating the piece of sausage Jenn had cooked. I loved to watch her cook, but I noticed that my presence had a surprising effect on her. Not something I had anticipated or planned, but one I was pleased about.

I got to my room and stood in front of the mirror. I was not one to gloat or admire myself, but I could see that my many months of working out furiously to make sure I was in top shape when Jenn came back for the winter had paid off. I could see muscles I didn’t know existed peeking out from my torso. Maybe it was time I stopped walking around without a shirt on. Jenn was so delicate and naïve. I couldn’t bear it if she wanted to escape my company by making her uncomfortable around me. I could tell this morning had made her uneasy.

I closed my door and ran the shower water, my mind still on Jenn. That day when I had gone to pick her up from the airport had been the most exciting day for me since the last time I had seen her. I remembered waiting patiently and watching her approach me. Instead of the young, lanky girl that had left for California the summer before, I had watched a full-grown woman with a nice set of tits scanning the room for me. Yes, I did notice the tits. Not that I’m a tits guy, but having known Jenn for so long and used to her chest being a little on the flat side, the breasts took me by surprise. I did all I could not to reach out and hold them or squeeze them. And she hadn’t even noticed how much I stared at them. I wanted nothing more than to peel that big shirt she was wearing off her and take her into my arms, take those babies in my hands and squeeze them until she begged me to kiss and lick them.

I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. I was going overboard thinking about Jenn. It was one thing thinking about her legs that stretched for miles, but now I was thinking of her boobs and how to get my hands on them, something big brothers shouldn’t think of. I needed to quit before I tried to make my thoughts a reality. I sighed and got into the shower, thinking that the hot water was not going to do me and my raging hard-on any good, so I turned nozzle to cold—that was what I needed to wash Jenn and all thoughts of her boobs and legs from my mind.

JENN

The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door. It was Tyler.

“Hey, did I wake you?” He opened the door and walked into my room, the same way he had always walked in back in the day. Except that there was only one problem: I was barely clothed.

“What do you think?” I said, yawning and doing my best not to stretch so I didn’t expose the fact that I had been so hot and bothered about Tyler that I had slept naked, shamefully touching myself for relief throughout the night.

“Well, sorry, just wanted to get the day started,” he said.

“I see,” I grumbled, still a little sore from waking up that early.

“Looks like someone didn’t have a good night.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I said. Of course I didn’t have a good night. Who would have a good night when they were turned on, had no relief, and the object of her affection was just one door away? Any reasonable person would have gone searching for that boy. But not me. I wasn’t going to throw myself at someone who didn’t see the woman in me.

“What happened?” he asked, looking at me seriously.

“Nothing. I was only playing. I had a good, satisfying night,” I said. Part of it was true. I had fingered myself until I came. That part had been satisfying. The part that I had to do it myself was not satisfying, but you can’t have it all.