Cocky: A Stepbrother Romance

Copyright 2015 Emma Johnson

All Rights Reserved.

Synopsis

My stepbrother Ryan is cocky, annoying, and a complete tool. The problem is he's hot as hell.

Our parents got married, and now Ryan is moving in with us. We have to share a room and the sexual tension between us is off the charts. I hate everything about him but I can't deny my feelings.

Do I dare cross that line?

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Growing up, it had always been my mom and me. My biological dad ran out on us when I was only five years old and I only had vague memories of what he looked like. My mom never talked about him much and I never asked. Since he left, my mom and I had been inseparable. We used to do everything together. She was my best friend. Things really changed when she brought Nathan home for the first time.

My mom never dated when I was younger. Since I was a senior in high school, my mom tried to plan ahead because she didn't want to be alone once I went off to college. I understood why she wanted to start dating again but I felt like it was taking time away from me. I knew I shouldn't have been so selfish but all of the sudden, my best friend was never around.

One night, my mom came home from a date and brought the guy inside. She'd never done that before so I knew instantly that things must be serious.

“Hey Hannah, why don't you come downstairs,” my mom yelled. I was up in my room but I could hear them both talking. I knew I was going to have to meet the new boyfriend. I quickly checked myself in the mirror, fixing my hair and makeup. I ran downstairs and found my mom and her new guy standing by the front door. The tall man was incredibly handsome and strong. I didn't even know my mom was into guys like that.

He was literally breathtaking. His dark hair was combed to the side and he had a small amount of dark stubble that hugged his jawline. His piercing blue eyes stared right at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. How did my mom find a guy like this?

“Hi Hannah, I'm Ryan.” He put his hand out for me to shake.

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled. I took his hand and his grip was firm. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me as we touched. Everything was going in slow motion. I didn't want to let go. I zoned out and my mom's voice brought me back.

“I've wanted you to meet Ryan when things got serious...and they have.” She flashed the back of her hand and a ring with a gigantic diamond laid on her finger. My face was frozen in shock. I didn't know how to react. “Well Hannah, what do you think?

“Uhhhh...” I just kept looking back and forth between Nathan and the ring. “This is a nice surprise.” I knew I needed to show my mom support. “Congratulations Mom!” She grabbed me and we hugged.

“Let's all go out for ice cream to celebrate,” my mom said excitedly. I nodded and we all got into Nathan's Porsche. No wonder my mom wanted to marry this guy so soon. He had it all: good looks
and
money.

In the car, my mom explained what was going to happen next. Nathan and his son was going to move in with us until I went off to college.

Son? I was going to have a new stepdad
and a stepbrother
?

It was information overload. I couldn't process it all. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window while my mom droned on and on. “Where is Nathan's son going to sleep?” I asked. “We don't have any extra rooms.”

“Ryan and you can share a room. You'll be going off to college soon so it won't matter.” I'd never had to share a room before. I knew that I'd be sharing a dorm with someone in college but I wasn't ready yet to share with a stranger.

We arrived at the ice cream shop and I ordered a scoop of vanilla while my mom and Nathan shared a hot fudge sundae. The way they fed each other and giggled showed me how much my mom loved him. I wanted to yell at her and tell her she was moving too fast. How she barely knew the guy and he was going to be living with us. I couldn't tell her those things. It would break her heart and she seemed so happy. More happy than she had been in a long time. I knew I couldn't screw that up for her.

A couple weeks passed and then it was finally moving day. I watched from my bedroom window when the moving van pulled into our driveway. Nathan and his son got out of the truck and my jaw dropped to the floor.

I thought his son would be younger...like a small child. This man was much older. He had to be the same age as me. He was just as attractive as his father if not even more.

“Hannah come meet your new roommate,” my mom yelled from downstairs.

I quickly tore off my ratty night shirt and put on a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. I sat down at my vanity and rushed my makeup while combing my hair. I walked downstairs, my hand holding onto the railing for dear life. I went through the garage to find Nathan standing next to Ryan. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met.

“Hannah, this is my son, Ryan,” Nathan said.

“It's nice to meet you, Hannah.” Ryan outstretched his hand.

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. I took his hand and a jolt of electricity flowed into me. His short brown hair was combed to the side and his piercing green eyes reminded me of emeralds. I was completely mesmerized.

“Why don't you show Ryan where he'll be staying,” my mom interrupted.

I nodded, still staring into Ryan's eyes. Ryan broke eye contact and I finally snapped back to reality. “Our room is upstairs,” I told him.

Ryan grabbed one of his bags and followed me upstairs. I could feel his eyes checking out my ass in my tight jeans. I looked back at him and he smiled.

“Here's my bedroom,” I announced.

Ryan set his bag down and immediately began inspecting my stuffed animal collection on my dresser.

“Those were from when I was a kid,” I nervously said, throwing the stuffed animals into the closet. “We're going to take out my desk so your bed can go on there.” Ryan seemed to ignore me as he opened my dresser and started to pull out my underwear. “Hey! Those are private,” I yelled, snatching my red panties from his hand and stuffing them back into the drawer.

Ryan grinned. “You have a nice room, Hannah.”

I looked away shyly. “Thank you.”

“I'm going to go get more of my stuff.”

Ryan left the room and I collapsed onto my bed, breathing heavily. I held my hand against my chest, feeling my heart beat rapidly. How was I going to be able to share a room with someone that attractive? More importantly, how was I going to keep him from snooping through my things?

–

“Hey,” I said to Ryan as he was unpacking boxes in my room. He dropped some papers onto the ground. I obviously caught him off guard.

“Oh hey, Hannah,” Ryan replied. He smiled at me and I felt that surge of adrenaline again. He was just so damn hot. I wished he didn't live here because it was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry animal.

I'd only been with a few guys before and they were all amateurs. I'd be surprised if they could take off a girl's bra without a manual. That's how all the high school boys were, completely helpless. I couldn't wait until I got into college. That's where the real men were.

“Do you need any help unpacking?” I asked, trying to be as nice as possible.

“That would be great!” For the next couple hours, I helped him unpack all the boxes. We joked and laughed about all the stupid things that I was taking out of every box. He had a fertility idol that had enormous breasts and a giant cock.

“I don't think we have anywhere to put this.” I chuckled, pointing at the idol.

“Give me that!” Ryan huffed and puffed.

“Well it looks like you two are getting along,” my mom said as she announced her presence.

“How are we supposed to fit all of his stuff in my room?” I lifted up a framed jersey of a football player.

My mom burst out laughing. “Ryan needs to feel at home here. Just make it work.”

Ryan grabbed the jersey away from me. “You don't know what you have here, Hannah. This is a jersey signed by the great Brett Favre.”

“Well we wouldn't want to disappoint Mr. Favre would we?”

I hung out downstairs for the rest of the day while Ryan finished unpacking his things. I couldn't be around him for too long without getting really wet between my thighs. He was so cocky but so damn handsome. That was a dangerous mixture.

That night, I was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. Ryan snored just enough to drive me crazy I tossed and turned in the darkness. I felt fully awake even though it was super late. I constantly opened up my eyes and looked over at Ryan. He had his back turned to me so I couldn't see his face. I needed to do something to tire myself out.

So I did what any horny nineteen year old would do: I masturbated. I closed my eyes tight and tried to fantasize about a man. I tried thinking of celebrities and friends at school but they weren't doing it for me. Ryan popped into my mind and the image of him was fresh. I could imagine every curve of his muscles. I slipped my hand under my panties and was surprised by how wet I was already. My two fingers rested on my clit and began to massage it.

I pictured Ryan mowing the lawn, shirtless and sweaty. He struggled to push the heavy mower through the dense jungle. I called him inside for some lemonade and he wiped his brow and came in. The sweat was dripping off his chiseled chest and falling on his blue jeans. He took a sip of the yellow lemonade and smacked his lips. Then suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me close. My hands rested on his arms with his bulging muscles. I felt weak in his embrace. His lips touched mine and I felt an explosion within me.

Back in my warm bed, my fingers were furiously rubbing my clit in all directions. My body writhed as the pleasure tore me apart. In my dream, Ryan unbuckled his jeans and revealed his monstrous cock. It was as thick as a tree trunk. I grabbed his massive meat in my hands and stroked his shaft. His moans sent my body into overdrive. My fantasy quickly transitioned to me being bent over a chair naked. Ryan's strong hands grasped my hips as he shoved his entire cock inside me. I stuck my other fingers in my pussy to simulate a dick going in and out of me. The pleasure was growing more and more.

I imagined Ryan forcing me to my knees while jerking himself off. I opened my mouth and waited to be bathed in his cum. His cock burst like a water main all over my face. The white liquid gushed out and onto my tongue. I couldn't handle it anymore. My climax was coming...

I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming. My orgasm took control of my body and made it vibrate intensely. My pussy quivered with ecstasy as I rubbed my clit and slid my fingers in and out. All the muscles in my body flexed as I rode the roller coaster of euphoria.

I didn't want it to stop. I thought of Ryan calling me a slut and shoving his cock deep down my throat, shooting cum straight into me. I kept finger fucking my pussy as my second orgasm hit me like a brick wall. I couldn't help but moan softly. The bed shook like an earthquake. I felt like I was in heaven.

A noise interrupted my session and I abruptly stopped what I was doing. I opened my eyes and looked over. Ryan was now facing me with eyes wide open. Shadows covered his face but I could tell he was smiling. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks. I turned over in bed and faced away.

My stepbrother had caught me touching myself!