First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) (14 page)

Nothing she did worked. He wouldn’t look at her. He wouldn’t talk to her. All the fun she’d been having had come to a dead end. Jared avoided her. And when they had to be together, and he had to talk to her, like at dinner, it was just, “Pass the peas” or “Here’s the salt.” No hot looks, no scowls, and definitely no panting, groping feel-ups in the hallway when they passed each other.

She hated it. Audrey had lost control of the situation. Things had spiraled down and down until she found herself in bed at night, hugging her pillow, wishing it was Jared. She wanted to go to him, to his room, but she was like the little girl who’d cried wolf—or, in her case, maybe “pussy”—once too often. He wouldn’t believe her now. Not anymore.

So when she heard her door open in the middle of the night, she didn’t move. She was on her back, her fingers teasing her clit, dreaming of him. And like out of a dream, he appeared. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think. It was Jared, coming to her. She wasn’t about to mess it up. No more playing around. She was eager for him, wanting to spread her legs and just say, “Take me! I’m yours!” but she didn’t.

She waited, eyes closed, pretending to sleep, hearing him walk over to the bed in the dark. She heard something slick, and bit her lip, barely breathing, knowing Jared was stroking his lubed up cock beside her bed. Oh, fuck, that was so hot. She wanted to come just thinking about it.

Then he lifted the covers and slipped under them.

Audrey felt the mattress shift under his weight. He eased slowly over her, not putting any of his weight on her. She felt his erection, oh-so-fucking-hard, pressed against the crotch of her panties. They were already wet from masturbating, thinking about him. And here he was. He gently, quietly reached down, poised above her on one arm, and pulled her panties aside. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to enter his stepsister. She found it hard to smile, knowing that he’d already thoroughly lubed himself up, assuming she would not be ready for him.

But she was ready.

She was really, finally ready.

Deeper and deeper, he pressed in. Audrey trembled. She couldn’t help it. He felt so good, so big. Oh, it was finally happening. And she was letting it. Letting him.

She let out a soft moan with her breath—she couldn’t help it. Jared hesitated, but just a moment. Then he continued to move slowly, quietly, stiffening and hardening, pushing her open more and more. She let him, feeling his hips bump up against hers as he went down on his elbows above her. Now she felt the weight of him, and moaned.

“Hey, bruh,” she whispered, her hands moving to grip his firm biceps.

“This time, baby, you’re all mine,” he growled, his cock throbbing inside of her.

“Oh Jared,” she whispered, tears coming to her eyes, looking up at his hard jaw in the moonlight. She kissed his chin, licked his lips until he kissed her back, his tongue thrusting in time with his cock. They were really doing this—he was inside her, taking her, making her his.

“This time,” he grunted, thrusting deep. “I’m going to fuck your tight, hot, wet little cunt…”

“Oh Jared, yes,” she whimpered, spreading herself wider for him. “Please…”

“This time,” he groaned, moving deeper, harder, faster. “I’m going to fuck you until I come inside you.”

“Ahhhh God,” she cried, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Please don’t stop. Fuck me hard! Give it to me!”

“I’m gonna come inside you, Audrey,” he whispered, hot against her ear. “And you can’t fucking stop me.”

“Noooo,” she wailed, but she wasn’t denying him. She wanted him, had wanted him all along.

“No more messing around.” He owned her with his cock, with every rutting grind of his hips. “No more teasing. You’re mine, now. Mine. Mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”

It wasn’t until that moment she realized what she wanted, what she’d been asking for the whole time. It was this Jared. This Jared, who came in and took what he wanted, who wouldn’t permit her to push him to him limits. This Jared, who forced her into the very thing she longed for the most.

“Do you hear me, Audrey?” He growled, biting her earlobe, and she cried out, her pussy spasming around his pistoning length. “I’m going to take you and make you mine. I’m going to fill you with my cum. You’re going fill you with me—I’m going to make you pregnant so the whole fucking world knows your mine.”

“Oh fuck, Jared!” she panted, her nails raking over his skin as she arched up to meet him. His words filled her with lust and fear. She wanted him, and yet, she’d been flirting with this so long, she wasn’t sure what it would mean, to finally belong to him.

Not that she had much choice in the matter anymore.

“Fuck me!” Audrey groaned, raising her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Fill me! Oh my God, I want your cum! I want your baby! I want to be yours, all yours, Jared, it’s all I ever wanted, all I ever—”

“Oh fuck, Audrey, I really can’t stop,” he cried, sounding panicked, but she soothed him with the sweet clench of her wet cunt.

“Commmme.” She urged, her pussy on fire, her own climax taking over her body. “Oh myf fucking God, baby, you’re so good, I love you, I love you, fill me with you!”

Jared shuddered and thrust, giving a hot cry against her neck as his thick, throbbing length began to empty into her waiting, quivering cunt. She felt him—actually felt the first burst of cum deep inside—and cried out with the completeness of it.

Fuck, I could really get pregnant!

“Mine,” he panted, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her chin. “You’re mine, Audrey.”

“You finally got in?” she teased, squeezing her pussy around his softening length, hearing him groan. “Took you long enough.”

“Yeah, but now I’m here and I’m staying forever.” Jared didn’t stop moving. Fuck! His cock was still half-hard and felt so good after her orgasm, it made her want to scream. But of course, that would get the parental units running into her room, and that would be bad.

“Forever?” She chuckled. “I think we have to eat some time…”

“Did you think you would play games with me forever, sis?” He smiled in the dark. She could hear it.

“No.” She swallowed, remembering the awful silence of this week. “I hoped you’d come for me sooner or later.”

“
In
you,” he reminded her, moving deeper. Goddamn, he was getting hard again! Oh what had she been missing?

“What took you so long?” she whispered, biting her lip.

“Maybe I enjoyed the game more than I let on,” he teased, rolling his hips, making her moan.

“Oh! Oh Jared, no more games,” she promised, grinding with him. “This is even better.”

“I know.” It was getting harder for either of them to talk now as they started again, Jared’s cum making her even more slick for the pounding.

“You’re all mine this time, baby,” he told her.

Audrey smiled, opening herself to him completely, and whispered, “I always was.”

Innocent Allie’s been saving herself for the right guy.

The problem is, the right guy just happens to be her sexy, older stepbrother, Kit.

Kit is funny, sweet, hot, has a panty-melting English accent—and he’s completely off-limits.

When everyone else abandons Allie on moving day, Kit is there to pick up the boxes—and the pieces of her heart.

Deep down, she knows she wants her first time to be with her stepbrother, and when things finally go too far, neither of them can stop their overwhelming, unprotected need to be together.

“Unreasonably heavy box coming through!”

Allie giggled but darted out of the way as Kit staggered towards the rear of the truck and set the box down with a grunt. He slumped melodramatically, groaning deeply, cheek against the packing tape, eyes closed. She waited for him to quit the act for a moment or so—even his moaning sounded really British—but when he didn’t get back up, she put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you okay? Did you actually pull something?”

He opened a mock-stern eye. “Allie… what did we agree about big boxes? ‘No books’, I seem to remember?”

“Uh… sorry. I guess I got a little carried away throwing stuff in. But are you okay?”

“Okay-ish.” Her stepbrother straightened, stretching his arms. “I’ll be giving them the nudge test from now on to check they’re safe to lift.” He peeled off his tank top and balled it up, tossing it onto the passenger seat. “Right. More slavery coming up…”

Allie smiled as he trudged back into their parents’ house to grab yet more of her stuff, making a real deal out of pretending to be a martyr, but doing an awesome job of pretending he wasn’t sad that she was moving out. He was finishing a UK-US conversion course so he could add middle-school math and science to the subjects he was qualified to teach, and had moved back in with their mom and dad for a while so he could focus without worrying about paying rent. She’d adored having him around again. Looking at the stack of boxes already in the truck, she couldn’t believe how helpful he’d been, chatting and joking the whole time. It totally made up for the annoyance and embarrassment of Joel bailing on her. And the rest of her ‘friends’.

She watched Kit trip easily out of the house, a box under each arm, his toned body shining as the sun lit up the little mist of sweat he had on his back. He was slim but athletic—he would definitely not be out of place as a model on a package of guy’s underwear. And she’d seen him in briefs. He had a good package of his own.

Allie, don’t go there.

She jerked her gaze up and the moment he caught her eye, he acted like he was trying to carry a pair of elephants down the stairs, stumbling under their huge weight. So,
so
unlike Joel, who just had to look tougher than everyone else.

Allie jogged over and took one of the boxes from Kit, walking over to the truck with him. “I’m sorry you turned out to be the only ‘slave’.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s nice to have you to myself sometimes.” Kit gave her a flicker of a smile. “So where’s your charming, one-celled wonder today?”

Allie giggled. “Joel’s not that dumb. He’s just… male.”

“Well… that’s put half the planet’s population in their place. Including me.” He hooked his thumb into his shorts and talked down to his dick. “Bad news, I’m afraid. There’s no hope for us—we’re ‘just male’.”

“Oh, come on! You know what I mean. He’s just really alpha in a lot of ways. You’re different. You’re tough in your own way, but you do the whole listening thing, too.”

Kit took a box from her and carried it around to the stacking pile, putting it on top of the one he’d been carrying. It seemed to take a lot fumbling with the security straps before he turned back to her. His face was a little flushed. “Are you two having issues?”

“He offered to help out today, but… ” Allie didn’t know whether to go on or not, but Kit’s gaze was patient and serious. Hell, if she couldn’t tell Kit, she couldn’t tell anyone. He really
did
pay attention, and listen. She trudged over to the low wall that separated path from lawn and sat down. “He hinted, not so subtly, that if he was going to spend the day helping me out, he’d expect… favors.”

“Ah.” Kit sat next to her and spread his legs out in front of him. “So if he lifts a few boxes for you, he wants a blowjob for his trouble?”

She winced. “Something like that.”

“And what about your other friends? I’d have thought Tina would’ve come to help, at the very least.” Kit grinned. “Or is the lure of hours in my company not quite strong enough anymore?”

“We’ve kind of drifted apart, too.”

“Argument?”

“Not exactly. I made the mistake of confiding in her about Joel and his… you know, putting pressure on me to ‘put out’. She pretty much said she was sick of hearing about me not wanting to get pressured by this guy or that guy, and that
she’d
put out for Joel if I didn’t… so…” Allie sighed.

“Wow. There’s loyalty for you.”

They sat in silence for a few moments and Allie felt her bikini strap slide down her arm. She pulled it back up and rearranged her cleavage a little so the cups weren’t pressing so hard over her nipples, which were inexplicably hard, even in the heat. She glanced back over to Kit, who stared intently at the grit on the ground between his sneakers. He cleared his throat.

“So… does this mean you haven’t gone all the way with
anyone
yet?”

“No,” she confessed softly. “I haven’t.”

He stared at her and she felt that hot blush rising again.

Okay, so she knew it was unusual, especially these days. She’d graduated already, but couldn’t bring herself to be that intimate with a guy who couldn’t even commit to meeting her at a bar at an agreed-on time. Between them, Kit and his father, Andy, had spoiled her. Her stepbrother and stepfather were the two most kind, considerate, generous men she’d ever known. It suddenly felt important to tell Kit that holding back wasn’t just about being scared of that first time.

“I’m waiting for the right person.”

“How will you know who that is?”

Oh, that was easy. “He’ll act like helping me out is something he wants to do. He’ll laugh at my jokes, and make me laugh a lot. He won’t act resentful about stuff like having to remember my birthday.”

“All reasonable demands, you’d think.” Kit chuckled.

“He’ll put me first—at least, often enough that it feels like we’re in a partnership. He’ll be kind and brave. And he’ll clean up after himself, for pete’s sake. Oh, and he’ll be ready to settle down and have a family.”

“Allie…” Kit cleared his throat. “He could be kind and brave but still run six miles in two minutes if you mention babies.”

She bristled. “He’ll be
mature
, is what I’m saying.”

“Will he be allowed to criticize your driving?”

She rolled her eyes and swatted his arm. “If all the other stuff falls into place, then I guess there’s a little leeway.”

“That’s very accommodating of you.” Kit tried looking serious but failed, grinning off into the distance. “Actually, I really admire that.”

“You admire me being accommodating?”

“Yes and no. How do I put this?” Kit scratched at the back of his neck where the dark gold of his short hair had teased into little bronze strands in the sun. A drop of sweat rolled down the deep channel between his shoulders. He smiled as she reached over to scratch for him where it itched. “In a lot of ways, you don’t really stand up for yourself. The way Joel and your other ‘friends’ treat you, right? But you’ve put your foot down where it matters—
that’s
what I admire.”

“Thanks.” She leaned into him a little, loving the warmth of his arm wrapped around her shoulders. His thumb stroked her arm, sending blissful little shivers down her spine. He was so affectionate—always had been.

She’d been eighteen when her mom finally introduced her to the guy who’d kept sabotaging the pipes under his sink so she’d keep having to go back again and again to fix it. Allie had taken to Andy instantly. What she loved most about the man was that he actually boasted to his friends about his new girlfriend’s DIY expertise, unlike previous boyfriends who had a real problem with Allie’s mom having a guy’s job. Whose mother was a plumber? Well, hers was.

But Andy bragged about her mom to anyone who would listen. He moved in quickly and spent the next few months talking up his twenty-three year old son to the point that Allie feared she’d be disappointed when he finally flew over from London.

Disappointed? Hardly. She’d been blown away.

Kit had the same Downton Abbey accent as his father, the same cheeky humor and quiet but compelling self-confidence. When it was time for her to move away to college, she’d been excited for her new life, but also sad. And relieved. Living with Kit and Andy had been so good for her. And amazing for her mom. But college had saved her from herself from the crush she’d developed on Kit that was growing to the point that she almost couldn’t shut up about him to her friends. And there had been incidents that made it clear that he had the hots for her, too, though those had been left safely in their past, unspoken of.

Allie figured their parents would eventually get their heads around the fact that their kids were into each other—they weren’t blind, or stupid—but other people around here? Not so much. This was as small-town as small towns got. She thought about the rough time the gay girl-couple down the street had been given when they came out as partners, not just roommates, and shuddered. She couldn’t imagine what they’d say if they found out she was into her stepbrother.

“You know…” Kit murmured. “There are a
lot
of other things a couple can do until the person, and the time, is right.”

“Yeah?” She cocked her head at him, feeling dizzy in the heat. “Like seeing the nearly-right person in the shower and then going back to your room to jerk off?”

“So much for discretion.” Kit’s cheeks flushed red and he cleared his throat.