Romance: Untamed Stepbrother (2 page)

Zoey took one look at his outstretched arms and tears instantly started to flow out of her eyes. It only took Jonathan a moment to realize they were not tears of joy. He stepped closer to her only to see her put her hands over her mouth and gasp. She turned around quickly and ran away from him. She didn’t know what she was doing. She knew she should stay and face her emotions but her body thought otherwise. She fled the train station and ran towards her father’s old pickup truck.

Jonathan grabbed his bags and raced after her. He had only just exited the station when he saw her speed off. He knew then it was still too soon to be jovial with her. He took off his suit jacket and threw it over his left shoulder. With his bags tucked under his other arm, he pointed himself in the direction of the family farm. It was going to be a long walk so he decided to reminisce on old times.

Half way home, he heard a loud honk coming from behind him on the one lane dirt road that led to the farm. He turned around and caught a glimpse of someone he thought he knew. As the beat up pickup truck slowly pulled alongside him, he instantly recognized who it was.

“Looks like you need a ride,” the young girl inside the truck said as Jonathan approached.

“You came to my rescue again Mary,” he said with a smile on his face. “Just like when we were kids.”

“Oh I don’t know about that,” she said blushing slightly. She was happy to see him and brushed her bangs out of her face and wrapped them around her ear. “Hey, I’m sorry to hear about your folks Jonny.”

“I appreciate that Mary,” he said as he looked longingly down the road towards the farm.

“Have you talked to Zoe yet,” she asked as she also looked in the same direction.

“Not yet,” he said with a sigh.

“It’s going to have to happen sooner or later,” Mary replied.

“I know,” he said. “If she will ever let me. I’m sure she still blames me for not being here.”

“I think we all blame you for leaving Jonny,” she replied plainly. “You hurt me when you left. You didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I’m sorry Mary,” he said looking into her eyes. “I know you had a thing for me back then and I understand if you still hate me. I’m here trying to make amends. I suppose I should start with you.”

“Shit Jonny,” she began as she rolled her eyes. “I don’t hate you. Not like Zoe does. Did. Whatever.”

“Well I’m happy for that,” he replied. “Will you accept my apology?”

“Of course you big dolt,” she said waving her arm at him in a pish posh manner.

“Well then I guess I should accept your ride home,” he said as he reached for the door handle.

“I said I accept,” she said as she began to push her foot down on the gas pedal, making the truck lurch forward slowly. “I didn’t say I wasn’t still cross with you.”

Jonathan stood still as the truck pulled away and drove off into the distance.
I have a lot of work to do,
he said to himself. He threw his coat back over his shoulder and walked the rest of the way. Once he reached the gate to the farm, he was met with warm welcomes from the staff. They had all watched him grow up and felt he was like family. A sentiment he didn’t share until now, with his parents gone.

He asked about his sister and was told that she was out riding her horse, something she had not done in ages. Jonathan walked to the house and found his way inside. His room was exactly as he left it. His mom only came in to dust every week. Since she was gone, the dust had collected so Jonathan grabbed a rag and cleaned up a bit. He settled in and made himself dinner as the sun set outside.

Two hours after the sun went down, he heard a horses neigh and looked out his bedroom window to see Zoey riding her horse into view. A farm hand who had been waiting for her took the reigns as she climbed off. She looked up at Jonathan and walked reluctantly into the house. He thought about letting her come to him but since it didn’t work out so well at the train station, he thought it best to pursue her. He headed down the stairs and into the kitchen where she rummaged through the fridge for a snack.

“Are you going to say anything or just stand there and stare,” Zoey said still leaning into the fridge.

“And what am I supposed to say Zoe,” Jonathan replied putting his hands on his hips.

“Oh I don’t know,” she said turning to look at him. “Maybe how are you? Sorry Mom and dad died. How have you been?”

“So this is where we are going to start all over again,” he asked with his hands firmly on his hips.

“Don’t stand like that please,” she said looking away from him fighting back tears. “Dad used to stand just like that when he was upset about something.”

“Oh,” he began. “I’m sorry Zoe. I didn’t realize.”

“No you didn’t,” she began yelling. “You didn’t realize. Just like you didn’t realize how much I needed you. How alone you left me.”

“Zoey please,” he started. “We both know I couldn’t stay here. Dad disowned me remember? And for what? Because we were kids and couldn’t keep our hands off each other?”

“He didn’t know the love we had for each other,” she replied as tears poured down her face. “He would have understood.”

“He never would have understood Zoey,” he said loudly. “He knew how wrong it was. He threatened to hurt me if I came near you again. He never treated me like I was his son. He only thought of me as his wife’s little boy and you were his precious little girl.”

“He understood more than you realize,” she said. “He came to me after you left and said how sorry he was for not paying more attention to us. He blamed himself but he said he understood the power of love.”

“If he understood then why did he drive me away,” he asked yelling loudly. “Why did he tell me to leave and never come back?”

“He was angry Jonny,” she replied. “And he knew you wanted to leave and it broke his heart. He also knew that if he told you he wanted you to stay, you would never leave and wouldn’t follow your dreams.”

“He told you all of this,” he asked as his eyes began to well up. “Why didn’t he ever try to tell me himself then?”

“He never got the chance,” she replied as she approached him. “He felt you hated him and couldn’t find the words to ask you to come back home. Then he died.”

“So it’s my fault then,” Jonathan said as his tears turned to anger. “You are going to stand there and blame me for everything that’s happened? He may have been your father Zoey but she was my mother. And she didn’t deserve to die that way.”

Zoey reached up with her right hand and brought it across his face. She slapped him three times before he caught her wrist and held it tight. She began crying uncontrollably and he embraced her as she sobbed. She cried for several minutes as he held her. She then looked up at him and noticed his nose had turned pink from crying. She kissed it tenderly twice. On the third kiss, he leaned up slightly with his head and kissed her on her lips. The touch was soft and sent different feelings through her body.

Part of her wanted to stay in that moment forever; the other part knew it was wrong to be kissing her step brother in that way. She wanted to pull away but her body needed the affection. He kissed her for a few moments before she pushed him away and ran upstairs to her bedroom. He sighed deeply and shook his head. He walked over to a bookcase in the family room and pulled on an old book about sailing. The book pulled out part way but stopped and a click could be heard before it sprung back into place and a small trap door opened behind it and the other books on the shelf.

He reached inside and grabbed the two small glasses and a bottle of brandy his father had kept hidden from everyone. He saw him on numerous occasions as a child when he snuck out of bed to see what his pop was up to. He set both glasses down on the coffee table and sat down on the edge of the seat cushion of the couch. He poured brandy into both glasses and picked up one in his right hand. He clicked the other glass as it rested in the table and he gulped the brandy.

“Here’s to you dad,” he said out loud. “I hope you found peace and that mom is with you.”

He picked himself up and walked upstairs towards his bedroom. As he passed by Zoey’s room, he noticed her light was still on. He peeked in through a crack in the door to see her lying on her bed. He could hear her tiny little snore and opened the door enough for him to slip in. He walked over to her with the intention of covering her up with a blanket like she had done for him but as he walked closer; he began to admire her body.

The small little pajama shorts she work and the baby pink tank top made him smile. He liked seeing her in something so cute and he found himself becoming aroused as he looked at her curves. Her body had filled in a bit since he had last seen her and he liked her with more meat on her bones. He couldn’t help himself as he leaned over her and touched her upper thigh. He heard her moan softly in her sleep but she turned towards him and opened her eyes.

In a split second, she had not only figured out what was going on, she also decided to let it happen. Even though she knew it was wrong, she let him touch her. He gently caressed her legs with his hands and opened them as she laid on her small bed. He looked her deep in her eyes as he touched the tender skin of her inner thigh, reaching ever closer to her slit. She gasped slightly as his finger caressed the outside of her pussy and she could feel herself becoming wet.

Jonathan bent over her and kissed her softly on her lips. He could feel the same thrill he felt when we was younger and they shared their first kiss together. She felt the exact same feeling rush through her body as she pulled the back of his head into her and began kissing him passionately. Their forbidden love only adding fuel to their burning desires. She pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his body. Their tongues swirling around each other like a couple of teenagers just figuring out their bodies for the first time.

She looked him in the eyes and smiled as he leaned back and took his shirt off. She noticed how toned his body had become while he was away and she ran her fingers across his chiseled abs. He caressed the outside of her tank top and squeezed her large breasts. He loved how big they had become and gently bit her nipple through the fabric. She gasped and moaned softly as his teeth sent a painful pleasure though her body.

She pushed him off of her and stood up. She told him to sit down as she removed her clothes. She stood naked in front of him and blushed. He smiled and told her how beautiful she had become. She smiled back at him and leaned over him. She kissed him again and then whispered into his ear what she wanted him to do to her. For a moment, his eyes grew wide and he couldn’t believe what she asked him to do. If felt wrong but exciting at the same time.

She laid herself over his lap as he sat upright on her bed, with her ass facing upwards. She told him that she was a bad girl and that since daddy wasn’t there, her brother needed to punish her. He looked at her for a moment confused but he then smiled and got the gist of her game. He told her she was bad and brought his hand up into the air. He slapped his hand down hard on her ass and made it jiggle with the force it brought with it. She yelped loudly and moaned as she felt the sting of pain ride through her lower body. She knew it hurt but it felt amazing.

Jonathan spanked her again but on her opposite cheek, this time slapping it harder than before. She jumped slightly as she felt the stinging sensation shook though her. She could feel her pussy getting wet as Jonathan spanked her. Deep inside, she was not only being pleasured, she was subconsciously being punished for what her guilt. She turned to him and grinned as he rubbed the spots where her skin was beginning to turn red. This went on for several minutes as Jonathan punished her. Subconsciously, he punished her for treating him badly when he left and never wanting to see or talk to him. Not only did he get pleasure from bringing her sexual desires to fruition, he also enjoyed her little bit of comeuppance.

When he stopped spanking her, she stood up for a moment and then kneeled down in front of him.

“Let me pleasure you now brother,” she said as she unzipped his pants. “You look like you had a long hard day and need some relief.”

“Zoey, what are you d-doing,” he said as she pulled his boxers off to reveal his hard throbbing cock.

“I’m making sure big brother is taken care of,” she said as she grabbed it and licked the tip. “Does brother want me to stop?”

“N-No,” he quickly replied. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Doing what,” she asked as she slid his shaft in and out of her mouth. “I know it’s wrong but I want to please you and taste you.”

“Okay,” was all he could say as she took his cock deep into her mouth.

She slid her tongue back and forth across the tip of his shaft and sucked on it as he caressed her hair. She loved the feeling of his strong hand on her head as she pleased him. After a few minutes of teasing him, Jonathan grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pushed her head down onto his cock. She felt it slide deep into her throat and she could feel herself begin to gag as he pushed down. The feeling she received thrilled her as she struggled to breath. He let go for a moment and she gasped. She just looked up at him and smiled.