Stepbrother No More

My hips naturally rolled allowing him to enter me deeper. I wasn’t sure how much of him was in me but I sure felt a whole lot of hardness in me, feeling tight, reaching deep with in me and I sighed out into the room as his hot lips muffled my cry.

This was hot!

I ran my fingers through his hair as our hungry kisses couldn’t get enough of each other.

I cried out as I clung to his shoulders, feeling every ounce of him in me and I never wanted to ever be without him ever again. I knew right then and there I’d never love another. It wasn’t just lust, it was love.

He grabbed my waist and held me even deeper and I felt a place in me that tickled as I heard my voice reach moans unrecognizable like an animal in heat in the wild. “Oh my fucking god! Oh...my god!”

“Yeah...” his voice was husky as he lifted me up and then took me deep again, this time I took over. I picked up my pace and rode him deeper and harder as I came from my sensitive clit rubbing against his abs.

His kiss suffocated my cries as I held tightly onto his shoulders. I was coming. I saw fireworks! Heaven and earth have stood still as my heart rate escalated and I found myself collapsed, limp in his arms. Held secure and loved.

His own moan signaling he’d come as I felt the evidence warmly fill me. It was everything I hoped and dreamt it would be.

I was now a woman.

It was the greatest birthday present ever.

“Happy birthday to you.”

“Happy birthday to me.” I said breathlessly.

His soft kiss trailed my face as he lightly stroked my hair. “I love you Kelly.”

“I love you, too.” I admitted. I really fucking did!

“No, I mean, in a weird Woody Allen film-ish type of way. You know I wish we could be together.”

“You do?”

“Of course, I do. I mean this respectfully and please hear what I have to say, it has nothing to do with your mother. But, my dad is a cheating man. I’ve known this for ages. Trust me.”

My eyes widened. I knew he cheated on his former wife with my mother, but the way my mother always had described it, they didn’t love each other any more. I never counted on him actually being like a chronic adulterer.

“We can keep things secret. This can be our special room. And one day, we can be together. Like, for real.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“And you’re sure you know what you want? You’re only twenty.”

“Love knows no age. All great loves know that. Besides, you’ve seen all the great films—all great loves know their love young.”

“Let’s just hope no one dies.” I joked thinking about Romeo and Juliette.

I remember going to sleep that night feeling absolutely blissful. The way he touched me, the way he knew just what to do to my body. And we were going to do it again. Be together again. That’s what he promised me. And he loved me! He told me he loved me! He felt the same way I felt about him!

I didn’t sleep a lick that night as I re-lived every ounce, every moment we shared in that dimmed theater room that we vowed to be our secret place. I wanted my mom to be happy, sure. But if Mr. Grace truly was a cheating bastard, I wanted my mom to be saved of that.

Our hookups continued hot and passionate, unlocking a love for writing romance that kept me up on the weekends and fueled my passion during the week to keep me through the intense prep school program.

By the time I started my freshmen year at USC, Kyle was a senior after taking classes during the summers. We were off holding hands under the blanket of stars on Millionaire’s beach when I got the call.

“Sweetie. I’m leaving Rick. He’s fucking his secretary.”

I gasped and stole a sideways view at Rick. He was right.

“But don’t you worry, honey. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. I made sure to secure my future. Our future.”

I didn’t want to make her feel bad or rub it in my mother’s face but I wanted her to know I was okay; I had found love, real love. And he wasn’t like his father. But there was no way I could tell her that, just yet.

“I’m sorry, mom. I really really am. You deserve better.”

“Well, I guess karma is a bitch. Don’t ever fuck a married man. It’s not like I ever really meant to. I mean, he told me that he and Eleanor weren’t even living in the same house. But still. Don’t do it.”

“I won’t trust me.” I wanted to tell her that I knew he was a serial cheater but I didn’t want to do that.

“What?” He mouthed towards me.

I held up the phone so he could see who was calling me.

MOM.

He nodded. He knew. I reached for his shoulder to steady myself. He lovingly secured my hand and watched my every reaction.

“Are you at the beach?”

“Yes. I am.” A warm smile hung on my face. I wanted to tell her I was in love. That this whole relationship wasn’t ever in vain. I had found real love and we loved each other. Because of him, I found my passion. Because of our love, I already was seeing a screen play of mine filmed in a student production summer project. But only time would give me that blessing and opportunity to share with her.

“Look, I know how much you liked Kyle and y’all loved watching movies together in that fabulous theater den.” She dramatically narrated before she sniffled, I knew her well. She did not want to cry. She wasn’t a very emotional woman; I knew she must be mourning her fabulous rich Beverly Hills mansion, and her black AMEX Mr. Rick Grace card more than the man himself. “God, that was a fucking fabulous home.”

A hah. I knew it.

“Don’t you worry about me, sweetie. We’ll be fine. But we are officially moving out okay?”