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I unbuttoned my jean skirt and slipped out of it, keeping on my boyshort underwear. As he watched me I pulled my tank top above my head, and slowly undid my bra. I pushed his heavy black leather vest off, his shoulders, and dropped it to the floor. I let him run his hands up and down my body, and then I straddled him on the bed. He took my breast in his mouth and I rubbed his shoulders and arms. I grinded against him, feeling him swell through his jeans underneath me. I pushed him down on the bed, and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled the jeans down, leaving his underwear on, and climbed on top of him. He yanked his shirt above his head and tossed it, showing his rock hard abs.

I kissed his shoulders, his neck, his chest covered in tattoos, and around his jawline. I moved my way down to his stomach. As I pulled him out of his underwear, I admired how big he was. I started to pump him with my hands, and then I covered his dick with my mouth. I could barely get halfway down it, by made myself take more and more each time. I loved listening to him saying my name, digging his fingers in my hair. I knew he was too big to take him all the way, so I got him wet and ready to cum. Once I knew he was almost there, I pushed my underwear down and crawled on top of him.

I slowly took him in, arching my back and enjoying every inch. He growled and grabbed onto my thighs, watching me as I started to move up and down him. I loved the feeling of control, deciding how much I was going to take each time I came down on him, and moving myself around. As I grinded harder, I was reaching a climax. I spread my legs out further and pushed hard against him as I was hit with an orgasm, making him penetrate further from the slickness of my cum. As he slid further in me I could feel him breathing fast, and I saw he was gripping the sheets. I wanted to push him over the limit, and I wanted to make him remember me. I rode him hard and fast, pulling to the very top of him and then pushing back down hard. Each time I knew he was almost gone, and then he grabbed my hips and arched into me, filling me with hot creamy cum. He pumped and pumped, and I rode him until it he was done.

I started kissing him all over his body, calming him down. He was breathing quickly, and rubbing his hands all over me. We were so raw and there wasn’t a lot to say, so he got up to go to the bathroom, and I wiped everything coming out of me with my tank top on the floor. I crawled under the covers and waited for him to come back in from my bathroom. “I have to pull my bike in and shut the garage” he stated as he came out of the bathroom, “If you want me to stay.” I nodded and he threw his jeans and t-shirt on and walked out. I heard the garage door close, and Carter came back in with a glass of water. We both drank out of it, and then I lay on his chest and tried to stay awake while he rubbed my body. I drifted off to sleep, putting aside my fears and concerns for the night.

I woke up feeling Carters throbbing erection rubbing against the back of me. He was spooning me, and waking me with his arousal. He wrapped his arm around me and cupped my breast, stroking my nipple and getting it hard. He then moved his fingers down my stomach to play with my clit, pushing it and moving it around. I was getting wet quickly, something he already knew would happen. He stuck two fingers inside me and continued to tease and play, until he knew he could push himself in while spooning me. When the head got into me the rest slid with ease, and I was trying hard not to have an orgasm right away. He was so long and thick it didn’t take long, and before I knew it we were both coming again together. The sun was coming up and the bed and our bodies were a mess, but we fell back to sleep tangled together again.

It was late in the morning on Saturday and I knew my mother would be coming home later in the day. I laid in Carters arms, looking at the tattoos he had accumulated over the years. He only had a couple when I knew him before, but now he had some serious ink. He must have felt me staring at him, because he woke up. He rubbed his arms and pushed into him, enjoying my naked body on his. He wrapped me in his arms, and then said things I wasn’t ready to hear. “Avery you know that you will always be special to me, but you don’t want to be a bikers old lady. You deserve more out of your life, and you are going to be leaving again soon. Let’s not get further into this, ok?” he said, not looking at my face. I was instantly shocked, hurt, confused, and wondering why I let myself fall for him again. I was already invested, already involved. I nodded in silent agreement, and part of me knew that it was the truth.

He got out of bed and got dressed, and then came and sat by me on the bed. “It has to be this way” he said again, confirming what he had just told me. I looked away, unable to see his face, because it hurt too badly. I didn’t stop him when he left the house, and when I heard him fire up his motorcycle and head out of the driveway. Instead, I took myself to the shower were I sat and cried.

After my shower I got the house ready for my mother and my new step dad came home, and I knew I wasn’t going to tell her that I saw my stepbrother Carter. I knew that she wouldn’t approve, and in a way it would be weird because she had remarried. I looked like hell and you can see that I was broken. I was hoping she would be so occupied with things to do after being gone that she wouldn’t notice. I decided to sit down and write, to clear my mind and give me some perspective.

Who decides that I can’t be the girl that Carter needed me to be? Who gets to make the decision that we can’t be together, just because our parents were married and because he is in a biker gang. I can do anything that I want with my life, and I’m not going to let anyone, including my mom or my friends, decide otherwise for me. I had a plan, and tonight I was going to get back the guy that I choose for myself 5 years ago. I picked up my phone and dialed Lauren. “Hey girl, you still interested in that guy named Pat? Good, we are going to make a trip to see him” I continued, and then I put my plan into action.

Lauren came to my home around 6:00 to help me get ready. My mother had arrived earlier in the day and was napping to deal with her jet lag. I told Lauren I needed to look like the definition of sex. She knew was she was doing, because I looked like just that. She chose a little black dress that had cut outs around the hips, and a v-cut into the chest. I wore tall black stilettos, and my hair was curled in ringlets around my body. I put on a light pink lipstick, and I was ready to go.

We arrived at the bar and there weren’t a lot of people there. Lauren and I choose a spot where we could easily be seen, and she told Pat to text Carter, to let him know I was there again. He looked nervous, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to serve us, and instead he was supposed to refuse us. He did as he was told, but gave us couple of beers anyways. I waited, and surprisingly it only took about 15 minutes before I heard the sound of his motorcycle coming into the parking lot. Instead of hiding like the night before, I turned around and faced the door, crossed my legs and waited for him to walk in.

He walked in and his eyes were on me immediately. He was eyeing my stilettos and licking his lips, but his fists were clenched. He strode over and ran his hand through his hair, and put his hands on the bar, blocking me in. “Are you fucking crazy Avery, I told you to stay the fuck away from this place because it’s dangerous” he said intensely, looking me over.  I took a few seconds to reply, trying to sense what his true feelings were under the anger.

“You left me in bed this morning because you said that I don’t belong in your world. You don’t think that I can fit in, or that I am able to handle what you do for a living” I explained, trying to sound cool and calm even though I was shaking inside. “Carter I’m here to show you that I can be anything that you need or want me to be, and I can fit in anywhere.” I stated. Lauren looked at me gaping, not able to believe what she could here out of my mouth.

Carter pulled me up off the bar stool and out of the bar, walking towards his bike. “Avery you can’t do this, you have dreams, you want to be a big journalist in the city, you can’t have a biker boyfriend following you around, doing illegal deals and coming home at night when it’s convenient” he said, looking past me so he didn’t have to make eye contact with me.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pressed my head against his chest. “Carter you are the one for me, from the time I was 17 years old until now, and I am not going anywhere. I can go to school on the west coast and I don’t have to leave in the fall. You don’t have to be a biker for life, and I know that you would want to come home to me every night. You are the one who is trying to push me away, but you should stop and let this happen, you should stop and let us be together.”

My mother looks out the window with disapproval as we hear Carter’s motorcycle come up the drive. It was hard to explain to her that I was in a relationship with the son of her former husband, and I am sure he was thrilled either if he knew. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door, smiling from ear to ear as I saw Carter waiting for me. I kissed him passionately while he sat on the bike, and let him squeeze me tight. He handed me a helmet and I put it on, and then I got on the bike behind him. I loved wrapping my arms around his waist, and I laid my head on his back as we pulled out of the driveway.

Riding on the open road with him was one of the best parts of my day. We had decided that we were going to try to see this through, even if we were going to face struggles and barriers. I was going to start school in the fall in San Diego, so I wouldn’t be thousands of miles away, and Carter was going to try to get out of the motorcycle gang, but we knew that it was going to take time.

We tried to keep our relationship out of the eye of his gang, because we didn’t want me to become a target if something were to go bad with a deal or a relationship with other gangs. His life was still very dangerous and the fact that most activities were illegal still weighed on my mind. I wanted to be supportive, but I couldn’t get dragged down in one of his affairs. Were able to keep things hidden as long as we stayed in Oceanside were there were enough people that we didn’t stick out. Although his sexy body, killer smile, striking blue eyes and tattoo sleeved arms were hard for anyone to miss when we walked into a public place together.

We figured that as soon as he was able to get out, and as soon as we could be free, I would for a job somewhere in another city, probably out of California, and then we wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

My friends found it odd at first that I was going to start a relationship with my step brother, but they didn’t know about the past history we shared, and how much I honestly cared about it. I felt that my years of being the shy quiet writer were part of having a broken heart, because I was honestly incomplete until we were able to get back together. You can’t avoid people that you love and care about because you think that they are too different for you, and instead you need to work together to figure it out. This it he first man that ever had me in his bed, and I hoped he would be the last.

THE END

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Stepbrother’s
Sin

By

Chloe Sexton

1. STEPBROTHERS’ RULES
Trent and Kevin Evans are pricks.  They think that the sun shines out of their backsides. 

Sure, they have the good looks with their dark eyes and matching dark hair.  That is about it.  They have personalities of the devil.  I have seen the way they treat women, as if they´re pieces of crap.  Not me.  I stand-up to them and will not be treated like they were pieces of dirt that they scraped off their shoes once they got tired.  Both Kevin and Trent got bored easily.  I remember the cheerleaders constantly crying over them in the hallways at school.  Once I left High school, I was glad to see the back of them.  I changed big time.  I was no longer the geek that used to roam through the halls with her head stuck in a book.  College transformed me, so when Mom and their dad, Alex said they were getting married my heart sunk.

I thought I was never seeing them again.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that Trent and Kevin would both end up as my stepbrothers.

So, we could be one, big happy family, not!

“This is a fucking sick joke!”

Trent my future stepbrother screamed from the end of the room.  Like a baby throwing their toys out of the pram.  He didn´t seem to know or care that my world had been thrown into a turmoil too. Mum and Alex, her boyfriend called us over to come and discuss their future. That could only mean one thing, marriage.   Why else would they request that all three of us were in the penthouse at the same time? Trent refused to sit in the salon with the rest of us, he stood by the door and as soon as the announcement was made ran through the hallway as if his pants were on fire.  I sat frozen on the sofa trying to smile.  I found it hard as I watched Trent and Kevin rage in and out of the room.

I knew the Evan boys, twins Trent and Kevin from High school.  That was two years ago, I was glad that I never had to see them again, until our parents started officially dating.  We were in two different worlds.  They kept to their side of school with the popular kids and I was always with the geeks.  Shit, I was a geek.  I used to apply for the spelling bee as if my life depended on it.  I was a keen member of the chest club and I loved math’s.  Hey, there was nothing my satisfying than geometry.  Until I went to college and realized there was more to life.

I grew up and that meant getting rid of the square, thick glasses and investing in some contact lenses.  It meant, not always having my hair up in a ponytail, but letting it loose once in a while.  It meant changing my closet. Yep, I was that boring. I had about ten sets of the same shirt and pants that as I grew, I just replaced. Clothes never interested me. Material things were for the spoilt and rich. I was a simple girl and boy did I look simple!

Until I went to college three years ago that was when it all changed.  I stopped looking like a kid and I started to be comfortable in my own skin.  Don´t get me wrong, I never changed from a Plain Jane to a supermodel overnight.  Just somewhere in the middle.  What I was more comfortable with. Light make-up, which  I would experiment with when I went out.  Especially if it was on a date.  I would go out to buy a new dress, maybe some heels. Not because I wanted to impress the guy, but simply because I saw something I liked.

The biggest joke was after changing my appearance, Kevin started talking to me.  I came to the penthouse a few times, before a big date and he would say something like, ´You look nice tonight.´ Sometimes, he would pay an even bigger compliment.  Trent would just grunt.  Sizing me up and down.  The guy used to make me feel uncomfortable if he ever looked in my direction back then.  Strange that three years later he was still having the same effect on me. The guy was still a jerk.

Maybe, I was kidding myself.  The reason I used to make an effort, especially the time I bought the hot, red dress.  Was because of the twins.  They were so popular in High school and every girl wanted the seal of approval from them, before they had any confidence in themselves.  They seem to have that power over women.  If one of the Evan boys paid attention to you, then you´re something. If not, then don´t even bother trying.  That was the school motto.  So, glad those days are over.

“Listen, we´re in love, “ Alex said as he gazed into my mom’s hazel eyes.  He paused as he adjusted his glasses and his focus returned to the boys.  I sat smiling opposite them. Or so I think I was smiling.  Who knows?  “We’re getting married and you better get used to it.”

Those were his last words as world three was just about to begin.  Mom sat nodding waiting for me to say something.  Anything, “Brenda,” she whispered as she looked at me in the eyes.  I couldn’t say anything.  Watching two grown men aka boys screaming about my mom marrying their dad put me off.  To make matters worse, it dawned on me like a thick black cloud that these boys would be my stepbrothers.  I thought I had seen the back of them in High School.  I thought I never had to hear their voices again.  Just once in a while when we came over for dinner.  That was enough.  That was bearable.  Right there and then, it hit me.  Things were about to change.  Big time.

Alex had proposed to my mom after two years of dating on and off.  Off mainly, because of Trent and Kevin.  Shit, they´re such selfish pricks always thinking of themselves.  It was obvious that they only have one thing on their mind, themselves. No one else counted, their behavior made me feel uncomfortable.  Actually it made me feel sick.

Ironically mom and Alex met at our graduation.  Mom bumped into him and he couldn’t resist and ask her out on a date.  I don’t blame him, mom is beautiful for her age.  With her dark looks and continental dark skin, mom are always mistaking her as my sister.  She does look younger than her age.  Unlike Alex, he is a typical business man.  He’s explained to me a million times what he does exactly, but I always forget.  It is a business that generations of the Evan’s family have done for decades. 

Mom blamed Alex flying across the globe on business trips as a reason to stop dating Alex.  She claimed that it was difficult to date a man that you had to ask his secretary if he was free or not. We all knew that was not the only thing causing a strain.  She hadn’t dated anyone since dad died, so it was a bit of a shock when they officially introduced themselves as a couple.  Don’t get me wrong, I am not selfish like the Evan boys.  I just hadn’t ever seen mom kiss any man other than dad.  Or held another man’s hand.  The whole thing felt surreal, but when I saw how happy he made mom, I soon came around.

Mom and I may not be billionaire’s like them, but we’re comfortable.  Mom owns two boutiques which do quite well in New York.  The last couple of years she’s taken more of a step back and been able to hire people to run the shops on a full-time basis.  She used the life insurance from dad’s death and invested it into something that she always wanted to do.  Something she believed in when she first moved to the Big Apple. Fashion.

“She´s fucking using you dad,” Kevin anxiously said, “She´s after your money. Which eventually will be our money!” he screeched at the top of his lungs.  Trying to get his dad to take his side.  Mom sat frozen.  It was obvious that she wasn’t expecting this reaction.  Never had I to a certain degree.  I expected them to bitch after we left.  Not right in our faces, we had fucking feelings.

I couldn´t believe it.  I opened my mouth to speak or even fight back.  We were sitting in the golden salon. It was my nickname for the room, because everyone in the room is golden.  Even the carpet.  Apparently, the boy’s mom decorated the room, before she left.  Maybe that was why they were so heartless. Not being raised by their mom.  I would love to know the reason why she left.  Mom said that curiosity killed the cat.   But, this cat is dying to know the truth.  Shame, no one is coming forward with it.

I heard them swirl one insult after and then I just got annoyed as I watched mom´s usual rosy completion turn as white as snow.  I felt like I was watching a tennis match and I hated knowing who was going to win.  Or what else the boys were going to say next about us.  So,  I grabbed her hand and led her out of the salon and out of the penthouse.

Alex started following us and then Trent said the one thing that got me mad.  Shoot, it pushed me over the edge.

“Dad let the gold-diggers go!”

I turned back and slapped the smirk of his golden complexion and dark eyes.  He was shocked.  Yep, I had some balls doing it. I was sick and tired of hearing them protest about our parents’ marriage.  Because if there was one person that didn´t want to be a part of this equation. If there was one person that was going to suffer for this wedding? It was going to be me.