Stepbrother Frat

The pretty blonde just stood there gaping, staring and speechless. “At least you got into a sorority,” she finally managed, not having a rebuttal.

I shook my head at her, pulling the sliding French doors open. “I thought you were better than that,” I said, biting back a sob as I slammed it shut in her face. I pushed my way past the Zeta brothers who were crowded in the kitchen, whooping and hollering every time someone got their ball in a cup. I hate them. I hate all of them.

“Karla, are you okay?” Samantha, one of my sisters, asked, trying to stop me as I rushed for the front door. Samantha was sweet, I thought, but according to Darcy she had said some pretty nasty thing about me behind my back. In fact, according to Darcy all of my sisters had. So I shrugged Samantha’s hand off my arm and continued my trek to the front door.

I wanted to return my sorority pin and relinquish my status as an active sister. I wanted to drop out. Mostly, I just wanted to bury myself underneath all of my blankets and disappear in a pool of chocolate and wine. Well, mostly chocolate, I didn’t really like the taste of wine. Acquired taste, Darcy kept telling me. Well, fuck you, Darcy, and fuck your wine!

“Leaving so soon?”

My stepbrother’s rich voice stopped me in my tracks. There he stood, leaning against the wall with two plastic cups full of beer. He handed one to me. “For my college-going little sis,” he teased.

“Step,” I corrected for what felt like the billionth time.

His eyes darkened, turning more serious. “We should go somewhere private and talk.”

Nodding, I followed him outside. We walked in silence as he led me to the park separating the various Greek houses.

“You look amazing tonight,” he told me sincerely, bringing color to my cheeks.

Just tonight? A small voice in my head asked, hurt, wondering if he saw me the way his fraternity brothers did.

As if he heard my concern, he added, “Well, you always look amazing, but I love the new style you have going.” Derek glanced over at me as he spoke, his eyes lingered on my dress a moment too long--correction: on my cleavage a moment too long.

My face was on fire still as we sat on a bench in the park and I was suddenly really thankful that this discussion was taking place in the dark, where it was hopefully more difficult for him to see the effect he was having on me. Even that was doubtful, because in the pitch dark I could still see the amused tug of his lips.

I sat there with my hands clasped in my lap, wanting to thank him for the compliment but thinking that too much time had passed since he gave it. It’d be a weird delayed reaction if I thanked him now, so instead I just sat and waited for him to bring up whatever he wanted to talk about.

As my stepbrother gathered his words, the bass from the loud music made my legs vibrate a little bit. It was that loud. But not so loud that we couldn’t hear the pounding footsteps approaching us.

“You’re dead, Sawyer!” A voice yelled at my stepbrother, Derek Sawyer.

“Fuck, I’m his target,” he muttered, irritated, as he glanced behind him at the tall lacrosse player sprinting towards us with a Sharpie.

“Derek…” I started, not wanting this to end already. More than anything, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Come on,” he said, interlacing his fingers with mine as he began running.

I struggled to keep up with my 5-inch stilettos, and fortunately Derek was astute and quickly realized this. My stepbrother grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up effortlessly, tossing me over his shoulder as he ran. It was as if I weighed nothing. Heat rushed to my face and between my legs as I realized my ass was practically exposed. Bringing my hand behind me to tug my dress down, I kept it there, blocking any view eager onlookers had of my new lacy black panties.

Eventually, Derek lost the Greek who had him as a target, and he set me down on the ground. The tips of his fingers brushed against the sensitive flesh under my ass as he did. “Sorry,” he murmured apologetically, but there was a hunger on his face that was apparent from a mile away.

Gulping, I looked away from him, observing the surroundings. We were at a small lake. Looking behind me, I could see the lights from the frat house blocks and blocks away.

“You bring all girls here?” I teased, then blushing, I added, “Not that I’m- I just meant because it’s so secluded. Like girls other than me.” Damn it, why am I so bad with words around him?

The tall, incredibly sexy man in front of me smirked, recognizing my nervousness from the time he’d first moved in with us. He’s always known, I realized, mortified.

“Look, Karla,” he started, dismissing my awkward wording. “You’re going to be going to a lot of these Greek social events now and all throughout uni. I just want you to be careful. You’re a very sexy girl, and you need to be firm with these frat guys, otherwise they’ll get the wrong idea and could take advantage of you.”

My body was becoming painfully aware of how my stepbrother’s voice had become deep and husky, how he was taking small steps towards me, how his hand was coming up to stroke my cheek.

I wouldn’t be able to stop the throb between my legs or the yearning of my heart no matter how much you paid me. I looked up at the only man I’ve ever had eyes for.

His blue eyes were burning through me, into my soul, and I was beginning to feel feverish. It was all too much, my emotions were overwhelming me. It was clear to me now that I hadn’t imagined the times he’d looked at me like that; he was just much better at covering it up than I was.

Derek lowered his head, bringing his face to mine.

“Karla…” he started, his voice low and full of emotion.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Even if this was the only time this would ever happen, it had to happen. I needed it to.

I closed the distance between us, and his mouth took mine then. My pounding heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I brought my arms around his neck, digging my hands into his dark brown hair.

His tongue toyed with mine, teased it. He traced my lower lip lightly, just enough to make it tingle a little, before roughly pressing his lips against mine. His teeth nibbled and gently pulled on my lower lips, and I found my body betraying me, arching my breasts into his chest as I moaned into his mouth.

Derek’s tongue continued massaging mine, and his hand was making my pulse race as it his fingertips traced the length of my arms. He brought them down to my hips and held them firmly, his fingers lightly bruising my flesh in their own form of dominance.

I could feel him throb inside of his pants, his length hardening and pressing against me. Slowly, once he was certain my body was his, he brought his palms to my breasts, cupping them, weighing them.

A moan drew from his lips as he slipped his hands under my plunging neckline, bringing my breasts out of the confinements of the stretchy black fabric.

My kisses became hungrier for Derek as he played with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. Once he pinched them, I couldn’t handle it anymore. With my hands still in his hair, I pushed his head towards my mounds, urging him to taste my breasts.

His mouth didn’t hesitate in licking my hardened pebbles, first the right, sucking and teasing with his teeth, before moving on to the left.

My pussy was so wet for him, I knew that if he wanted me right there on the grass beside the lake, he could have had me. As if noticing my lust for him, my stepbrother brought his free hand down and slipped it underneath the skirt of my dress. He took his time, stroking my inner thigh and the outer part of my lips before sliding his fingers under my soaking lace thong. Expert fingers stroked the length of my slit, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back and moan for him, my hips rocking against his fingers as my free hand massaged the breast that wasn’t being tended to.

Derek paused for a moment, his mouth tearing itself away from my breast, to tell me, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”

With flushed cheeks, I admitted, “Me neither.”

>   I didn’t care how wrong it was. I didn’t care that my mom would be devastated or that there was potential for awkward Christmas holidays. All I knew was that I needed Derek. Right then and there. I was entirely his--I always had been. The only thing I cared about was how long I’d denied myself him; that’s what was wrong.

As his fingers worked me, I could feel my climax building up. His tongue lapped at my breasts, drawing circles around the nipples as he slipped a finger inside of my pussy at the same time as his thumb drew circles around my clit.

My stepbrother continued kissing his way over my dress and down my body. Gently, he covered my breasts again as he lifted the hem of my dress, sticking his head under it. His fingers stroked the length of my legs, taunting me, before finding their way to my panties. Instead of pulling them off, he just pulled them to the side, revealing my clit to the cool air.

I bit my lip as my hand clenched his hair, anticipation almost being the death of me. A moment later, I felt the warm tip of his tongue flick onto my clit. As Derek flicked and licked my pussy, his moans intensified just as mine did, clearly enjoying the taste of me. I could see the shape of his head through the fabric of my dress as it moved up and down, helping the long, lapping strokes of his tongue.

I had already been on the verge from his fingers, and his tongue was all it took. I cried out Derek’s name, my hips bucking against his mouth as I came.

“Holy fuck,” I finally managed as I was coming down. “You’re incredible.”

Derek kissed the top of my head tenderly, and my heart melted a little bit more for him.

“And you taste incredible,” he murmured lustfully.