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  Stepbrother Scandal

  Melissa Ciccone

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  © 2015 Melissa Ciccone

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 1

  My heart races as I look over to the clock.

  1AM.

  It’s time for my appointment with him. Though, first, I must pay the toll. My fingers find the elastic band of my frilly red thong. I pull it off of my waist and into my hands. The fabric is so light that it’s hard to believe that it’s worth anything at all.

  Still, this is what he craves.

  I carefully hold the thong in my hand as I slowly open the door. A long creaking sound echoes through the dark hall. My mother and stepfather are just down the hallway at the other end of the wing. If I’m not careful, I’ll trip the alarm and alert them of my presence.

  Though I hate to admit it, I’d risk it all for just a few moments with him.

  Kellan is all that I can think about. I fantasize about him day and night… his chiseled body… his sharp-jawed face… his gorgeous green eyes.

  We both live under the iron-gripped house of my stepfather, Ron. Before my mother met Ron three years ago, we lived in a tiny studio apartment on the outskirts of town. I grew up this way after my father died when I was very young. Once my mother met Ron, the wealthy single dad, she jumped on the chance to marry him.

  Sadly, things didn’t go so well for us after that. Ron is kind to my mother, but overwhelming strict with me. His son, Kellan– my stepbrother– takes after his dad. Kellan takes pleasure in making my life miserable, and he only thinks about himself… mostly, his hard cock. Unfortunately, no matter what an asshole Kellan is, I’m trapped thinking about him as much as he does.

  Not only is Kellan’s face irresistibly handsome, but he also has the most perfect body I have ever seen on a guy. As soon as we moved into their enormous house shortly after I turned sixteen, I couldn’t stop staring at my new stepbrother. Two years later, he caught me red handed looking through photos of him on his computer. I was hoping to see one of his naked form. Instead, he grabbed me, threw me onto his bed, and gave me a live showing.

  It’s an unspoken rule that we don’t discuss our lovemaking. Both of us know what terrible things could come if the truth were let out into the world.

  I tap on Kellan’s door, which is just down the hall from mine. It takes what seems like hours for him to open it. When Kellan finally does, I spring inside of the room.

  “What are you doing?” he asks sternly as I stand in his room only in a thin, white nightgown. I stare at his heaving body that is packed tightly into a ribbed black tank top and fitted sweatpants. His large arms and shoulders ripple with muscular strength.

  “You said tonight at 1am, asshole,” I answer. My eyes show a confused expression, as he seems to be angry with me.

  “I didn’t tell you to come in,” Kellan says. “What did I say about that?”

  “Sorry,” I weakly reply. Usually, I wouldn’t let anyone speak to me this way. Kellan, however, wasn’t just anyone to me. He was everything.

  “Did you bring it?” he asks.

  “I did,” I say as I pull the thin fabric from my grasp and into the air. My stepbrother quickly pounces toward me. He rough hands grab around mine and sniffs the red lace thong.

  “Fuck,” he groans as he takes in the warm scents of the panties I had been wearing all day. Then his mouth unexpectedly slips to my fingers. I feel the warm and wet sensation as his lips curl around my index and middle finger. Then he splits them apart and slides his tongue gently between them. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I quiver. “Very much.”

  “You want me to do that to your pussy, don’t you?” he asks. I nod my head up and down as Kellan starts to wet between my fingers again. He has never gone down on me before, and I shudder with excitement just thinking about him doing it. Then he suddenly stops. “Not tonight.”

  “But–” I’m cut short by Kellan, who grasps my wrist firmly with his hand.

  “No, Alexia,” he says while staring into my eyes. His emerald orbs seemed to pierce directly into my psyche. “That’s reserved for girls who deserve it.”

  “What do I deserve then?” I ask.

  “I think you know,” Kellan says as he pushes onto me. I fall backward onto his bed just like the night of our first encounter. My heart is now thumping as he makes his way to the edge of the bed. “Take off your clothes.”

  Chapter 2

  I do what he says in a hurry, knowing that if I take any more time, it will only upset him. What I want from Kellan is his cock. I want it firmly and swiftly as it brings me to climax in the center of his room.

  As soon as I pull my shirt over my head, I see that Kellan has removed his pants. However, his tight black tank top remains on his chest.

  “On all fours,” he commands. I turn over and push myself to my hands and knees as he comes from behind me. The tear of the condom wrapper flushes through the air as I watch the foil paper fall onto the floor.

  Before I can react, I feel his thrust from behind me. I moan as I’m shoved forward. Then Kellan wraps his arm around my chest and pulls me back to him. I can feel his thick cock press between my legs just outside of my dampest spot.

  “You want this cock, don’t you? Kellan asks as he firmly grips my neck. I nod vigorously as he pushes deeper into me. “Yeah, you do. Look at you, coming up to your stepbrother’s room late at night like the naughty girl that you are. You think about this cock all of the time, huh, Alexia?”

  I shake my head again as I feel my heart pound. Kellan is rough and relentless. He’s also exactly what I love the most.

  “Be careful what you wish for,” Kellan groans as he shoves his cock deep inside of me. I feel the plunder fill my cavity.

  “Yes…” I moan. Finally, I can get my satisfaction. My stepbrother is a force to be reckoned with as he begins to take me from behind. I can hear the clap of skin slamming against skin as Kellan bounds over my rear.

  I feel a tug on my neck, and my head is sent backward. Kellan’s mouth finds mine and kisses it wet and rough. His manly scent lingers in my senses from his now perspiring neck.

  Suddenly, my stepbrother pushes my neck forward, spins me around to my back, and begins to fuck me twice as hard. He slows for a moment to gaze into my eyes. I feel something come over me as our eyes meet, as though some sparking connection has been made. Before I can wrap my brain around it, Kellan groans.

  “I’m coming!” he yells. His cock pushes into me harder and faster as he lets out a groan so loud that I was sure it will wake our parents. The heat of the moment has me, too. I began to feel hot all over. Suddenly, my back arches and I explode with boiling pleasure. My stepbrother has done it again, bringing me into full climax like no other man could. Kellan rolls off of me, and then falls onto the bed with his chest heaving.

  “Wow,” I sigh as I curl onto his muscular chest. I can feel the collection of sweat pooling under his tank top. It feels nice to be clos
e to him.

  “What?” Kellan asks.

  “I just liked it,” I answer. “That’s all.”

  “No,” Kellan says as he sits up, causing me to roll back to my side. “I’m asking what are you still doing here?”

  “Screw you, asshole!” I say as I shove him with my hands.

  “You already did!” Kellan laughs. He has already ruined a great moment just seconds after if happened. I stand up from the bed and grab my nightgown off the floor. Before leaving his room, I look backward to see my attractive stepbrother gathering himself. I want to slam his door, but if our fucking didn’t wake our parents, this noise surely would. Instead, I close it quietly as I fill with anger over his lack of care for my feelings.

  Chapter 3

  Over the next few weeks, our town experiences a heat wave like no other. The television weatherman can’t explain it, and he doesn’t see an end for it in sight. I’ve been spending most of these sweltering days curled inside of my room, where the air conditioning has a lasting effect. Then I hear a knock on my door.

  “Who is it?” I ask reluctantly.

  “It’s me,” I hear my mother’s voice say.

  “Come in,” I respond as a weight feels lifted from my shoulders.

  “You’re still in here?” my mother asks as she carried a load of laundry up the stairs.

  “Yes,” I sigh while shifting my weight on my bed.

  “You need to go outside,” she insists. “Get some fresh air; it’ll be good for you.”

  My mother always worries about my reclusive habits. Even when I was a little girl, I would have rather sat on the bleachers than play sports with the other kids. Now that I am eighteen, and readying to go to college in a month, I can see that she worries even more.

  “You’re leaving the nest soon, Alexia,” my mother says as she enters my room. She carefully places the laundry basket on the floor and sits down next to me on my bed. “Are you going to do the same thing in college?”

  “Probably,” I say sarcastically. Though the truth is, I can’t wait to leave the house and start on my own. Even if there is something holding me back.

  “Don’t!” she snaps. “I’m serious here. Your stepfather is paying a lot of money for you to go away to the school that you wanted. I would be very sad for you if you didn’t get out. I mean, don’t you want to make some friends?”

  “I can make friends, mom,” I say.

  “What about meeting boys?” she asks. “Don’t you want to date?”

  She has me there. More than anything, I want to have a boyfriend who cares about me. This, of course, isn’t something that I am willing to confess to anyone, particularly my mother. Especially if she were to discover whom my fantasy choice of a boyfriend would be.

  “Mom,” I say sitting up from the bed. “I’m extremely happy that you and Ron are paying for me to go to school. I couldn’t be more grateful. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

  “So you’ll meet people?” my mother is starting to get teary eyed. She is always very emotional, which is also a trait that I like a lot about her. I recognize, however, that she worries about me like any good parent does for a child.

  “Of course,” I agree. Still, I know that there will be a barrier between meeting boys and me.

  “Three-pointer!” a loud voice yells from outside of my bedroom window. Both my mother and I peer through of the pane to see four guys playing basketball in the court. They are all tall, and their shirtless, athletically built bodies are tanned and sprinkled with sweat. The tallest and loudest of the group is Kellan. “Grab the pass!”

  “Go out there and cheer for one of the teams,” my mom says nudging me on the side. “Maybe Kellan will introduce you to one of his cute friends.”

  “Are you serious, mom?” I ask as I shake my head.

  “I am!” she insists. “I know that you and Kellan have your differences, but you’re an attractive girl. I bet one of them would notice if you left your room once in a while.”

  “Ugh!”

  “Just promise me that you’ll think about it.” With that, she turns around, picks up the laundry basket, and heads out the door. I continue to gaze through of the window at the horde of hot guys just a story below me. My mother is right in saying that I should meet more boys, however, I know that there is still someone in my way.

  “SWISH!” Kellan yells as loudly as possible after the ball perfectly glides through the net. His muscular arms fly straight into the air, showing ripples of sweaty abs and pectorals. Then he walks around to each of his friends and makes them give him high-fives as he gloats with his boyish smile. Kellan is cocky, mean, and inconsiderate– yet, I can never stop thinking about him.

  Chapter 4

  Two years ago, when my mother married Ron, it meant us moving into a larger house in a better part of town. In the years that they dated, I genuinely liked Ron.

  While Ron started off mild mannered, and friendly, he quickly turned on us as soon as we moved into his house. Ron has never struck me, but his angry fits have sometimes felt that they were coming close.

  Kellan, however, didn’t seem to be fazed by his father’s aggression. Instead, he did the family proud by winning game after game for his college basketball team. Kellan, of course, always seems to find an upper hand.

  For one thing, he is extremely tall at six foot three. The more his team wins, the more girls seem to follow him everywhere. This always sends me into jealous as I can never tell any of my friends about my secret relationship with my stepbrother.

  My only refuge from my feelings is that he and I do not get along. We constantly bicker as though we have been siblings our entire lives. Kellan knows how to get under my skin and he enjoys watching me squirm. Only when I sneak into his room late at night do I feel small and intimidated by him.

  Still, I knew that things couldn’t go on between Kellan and me for very much longer. I was traveling across the country to live on my own while Kellan was headed back to school shortly after me. My plan was to rid him finally from my mind so that I could move on to crushing on someone else. After finding out that my family was going on a road trip, I had decided to stay home alone for the first time.

  “Why aren’t you joining us?” Ron asks me one day that night dinner table. “This is a family trip, Alexia.”

  “I just need some time alone,” I answer quietly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kellan dart me a look. “Winding roads usually make me feel nauseous.”

  “We understand,” my mother says. “We’ll all miss you while we’re gone.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Kellan smirks.

  “Kellan…” Ron warns as his son.

  “Grow up,” I mumble to Kellan as his bites his lower lip.

  “You’re one to talk!” he responds. “But I get it, Alexia. You’ve got all of these fantasy novels to cram in before you head out to the real world.”

  “Asshole.”

  “Alexia!” my mother shouts. “Watch your mouth.”

  This is a typical weekday dinner for the lot of us. Though my brain tells me to slap stepbrother across the face, something deeper inside of me still wants to shove my hands down his pants. Either way, I hope that when they all leave in the next couple of days that I will have enough time to free myself of the thoughts surrounding Kellan.

  Chapter 5

  It’s the night before my family is set to leave for their summer road trip, and I am spending nearly a half hour running my brush through the long strands of my light brown hair. Though I know that the humidity will frizzle it all over again, I still want to look as happy and healthy as I can for my mother before she leaves.

  I have just become an adult and look forward to some time alone. Online, I had read a few chapters about something called “me time.” It is what a lot of celebrities said they have when they need to reflect on themselves in the bustle of everyday life. Starting college on my own causes stressful feelings. The pit of my stomach churns when I think about leaving wh
ile my heart feels that a liberating breeze is coming for me.

  The side of my room has a full-length mirror that my mother installed for me when we moved into the house. After my puberty years, I had become very self-conscious of my body. In fact, it was so bad that I didn’t want to leave the house without wearing a hoodie.

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  “I want you to stand here each day,” my mother said as she sprayed cleaner on the mirror for the first time. “Look at yourself and learn to accept yourself.”

  “You want me to do this naked, don’t you?” I said to her as I looked painfully at the mirror.

  “I didn’t say that, Alexia,” she said as she wiped down the mirror. My mother was an interesting woman. Her spiritual beliefs seemed to change depending the Oprah recommended book that she had read that month. “Just tell yourself that you’re beautiful while you get ready in the morning and before you go to sleep. Promise me that you’ll try it?”

  “I promise,” I said with a half smile. Without a time limit for this promise, it has been two years since our agreement, and I haven’t mustered the energy to try it once.

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  As I stroke my hair, I see a healthy shine reflecting from the lamp in my room. I study my fair complexion with the light sprinkling of subtle freckles beneath my eyes. The spots are little reminders that said I ventured into the outside world. Some girls hate freckles on themselves, but in this light, I can see how they make me look more unique. Suddenly, I feel inspired to complete my promise.

  “You’re beautiful,” I say softly as I gaze at my reflection.

  “Are you?” chuckles a voice from my dark doorway. I turn around to see Kellan in a tight fitting gray shirt and basketball shorts. The clothing hugs around his lean frame in a way that made me want to take a step backward. Kellan is holding a glass of water as he leans against the frame of my bedroom door. “And you always say that I’m the arrogant one.”