MY STEP-BROTHER
“Is it pretty fucked up that I’m sexually attracted to Jude?” I asked my best friend, Simone.
We were in my bedroom and Simone was going through a porn magazine she stole from her older brother’s bedroom.
“Jude? You mean your stepbrother?” She asked, looking away from the magazine to stare at me.
“Yeah. My stepbrother.” I said and bit my lip as I applied nail polish on my toes.
“Isn’t he the hot nerd? He’s like always shy and acts like someone who’s never fucked anyone before.” Simone said, flipping through the porn mag while glancing at them for a long minute.
“Yeah. He’s not that much of a nerd though.”
“How old is he again? 22? And he’s in college, right?”
“Yeah. Both are correct. God, he’s so hot. And sometimes shy, but he’s fucking hot. It annoys me that our parents are married.”
“People fuck their stepbrothers, it’s no big deal. It’s not like you guys are even related.” Simone said with a sly smirk on her lips. She didn’t look at me.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Jude and I might not be related but we were kind of related through our parents. My father died when I was ten. He was a great dad and always tried to provide for me. Mom married Jude’s father two years ago when I was sixteen. Jude and I weren’t really that close but he was a great guy. Quiet, shy, a collected guy, and a secret nerd. He was in college and he was four years older than me.
The first time we met, he was pretty awkward. He wasn’t expecting an additional number in his family since his father recently married my mother. I noticed I had a thing for Jude nearly a year ago. I find myself staring at him frequently when no one was watching. I’ve even touched myself with his picture planted in my brain. There were times I’ve thought about seducing him but Jude’s never looked at me like that. He saw me as his younger sister. His kid sister and I hated that.
“Why don’t you invite him to Sabrina’s party?”
“Why?” I asked Simone. She sighed, closed the magazine, and sat up, with her full attention on me.
“Because you want to have sex with him.”
“Are you seriously encouraging this?” I asked Simone, covering my nail polish.
“Encouraging what? Dude, you just said you wanted to bang your stepbrother not too long ago.” She said loudly.
“Fucking shut up. Are you aware he’s around?” I glare at her.
She chuckled and threw her hand in the air in surrender.
“You want Jude or not?” She asked quietly now. I bit my lip, thinking.
“Yeah.”
“Then, what’s up? Is this about Peter? Your douchebag boyfriend.”
“He’s not a douchebag. You need to learn to like him. I love you both, you two need to learn to like each other.”
“Whatever. As I was saying, Sabrina is throwing a party. I’m not dumb, I’m pretty sure you’ve already invited Pete. Since we’re all going, it will be nice to invite your stepbrother. You can easily seduce him at the party. You’re pretty, boys hardly say no to you.” Simone said and stood up.
She stood in front of my full length mirror to check herself out.
“What if he said no?”
“He won’t.” Simone said. I nodded and picked up her porn magazine.
“And why exactly did you steal this from your brother’s bedroom again?”
“Well, I wanted to spite him. And I was horny.” Simone said and turned to wink at me.
I laughed.
Later that evening, Mom cooked dinner in the kitchen while I assisted her. Jude was in his bedroom. He was a cartoonist. The few times we’ve had a real conversation, he said he wanted to make his own comics and maybe sell his ideas to film production companies to turn them into an animation movie. Jude’s father, Bill, was in the living room, watching a basketball game. Ever since he married my mother, he always treated her nice and even treated me like his own daughter. They were good people.
Now, I was thinking why did I want to ruin my mother’s new found happiness by thinking about sleeping with Jude, a boy I considered my older brother.
I groaned and that seemed to catch my mother’s attention.
“You okay there, honey?” Mom asked.
I turned to look at her and flashed her a small smile.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“And how’s senior year coming? I guess you can’t wait to get out of high school.” She said, I laughed.
“You can’t even imagine.” I chuckled.
“I’m happy you’re fully becoming an adult. I just want you to be careful with boys. I know you’re always careful but I want you to be extremely careful.” Mom advised.
I wished I could tell her I was no longer a virgin and that I lost my virginity to this cocky, arrogant quarterback two years ago so that she would stop advising me about men and sex. She would freak out, and obviously, she won’t look at me with that good daughter’s eye ever again. But I couldn’t. I needed to maintain that good girl facade. It kept my mother sane.
“Speaking of leaving high school, there’s this party this weekend and I was invited, including Simone.” I said.
My mother didn’t like Simone. She saw Simone as a bad influence, probably the bad child that wanted to ruin her precious daughter’s life. Little did she know.
“Simone?” Mom frowned.
“She’s not bad.”
“Honey, I know I said you are finally growing into a woman, but high school parties? I don’t trust these teenagers.”
“Mom. It’s just a party and nothing is going to happen.”
“Is Kylie planning to attend a party this weekend?” Bill asked from the living room.
“Yeah, honey.” Mom answered.
“Then, let her. She’s a grown woman and she can take care of herself.”
Mom sighed. I did a victory dance in my head.
“If you’re that worried, I could ask Jude to accompany me. He’s gonna drive me to the party, stay with me, and drive me back. How does that sound?”
“That’s a good idea, Kylie. At least Jude can step out of the house for once. Since his summer vacation, he’s barely out of that room. You should talk to him, Kylie.” Bill said.
Only if they knew I wanted to invite Jude to the party in the first place.
“Do you still need my help? I need to talk to Jude about the party.” I asked Mom.
“No. Go ahead.”
I smiled at my mom and left the kitchen. I stopped outside Jude’s bedroom. It’s a little open, revealing his bedroom. He was sitting on his bed, pencil in hand as he sketched something on a paper. I knocked once and slowly pushed open his door. Jude saw me and quickly slipped the paper he was sketching on under his pillow, not before I caught a glimpse of the drawing. It looked like a sketch of me. But I was naked.
Was Jude thinking about what I looked like when naked and then he sketched it on a paper? He rubbed his nape and avoided my gaze.
“Hey, Jude.”
“Hi. Kylie. What’s up?” He tried not to stutter.
“Nothing really. Sorry, I just barged in. I guess you were pretty busy.” I gestured to his sketch hidden beneath his pillow.
He laughed nervously.
“No. Of course not. Do you need something?” He asked.
For a brief moment, Jude’s eyes took in my body clad in yellow tank top and mid-thigh Jean shorts. He coughed and looked away.
“I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to a party this weekend. I mean you don’t have to… but, my mom and your dad thought it’d be nice if you accompany me to the party just to make sure I don’t get drunk off my ass and kiss random strangers.” I smiled at Jude as he stared at me.
“They said that?”
“Well, the part where I said they want you to accompany me, yes. Getting drunk and kissing random strangers, fuck, no.” I chuckled. “You really don’t have to come. But I want you to come with me. Not as a bodyguard or babysitter but because I want you to come and have fun with me.”
Jude seemed to consider what I said because he bit his lip in thought. I stared at his full pink lips and wondered what they would taste like in between my own lips. Jude was good looking. He had a boyish look but he was built. I’ve never seen him with his shirt off, but the day I hugged him, I felt his strong muscles. He was made in perfection with his strong abs.
Damn.
Jude said something but I didn’t catch it.
“Hmm?” I raised my eyebrows and stared at Jude. I missed what he said because I was busy eye fucking him.
“I said sure, I would go with you. To party with you.”
“Yay.” I smiled. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”
“Of course.” Jude gave me a small smile.
I bit my lip, stared at Jude for a while and the sketch he was hiding underneath the pillow. I smirked, Jude gulped. He was uncomfortable and I didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable.
“I’m gonna go.” I said.
“Sure.”
I gave him one last smile and left his room. As I went to bed that night, I thought about why Jude would sketch me naked. Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Did he like me too? That would be good, right?
I pulled my phone out to text Simone the new discovery.
ME: Hey, bitch.
SIMONE: Hey, slut. How come you’re not sleeping? Staying awake and fuckin’ your nerd brother in your head?
I laughed and typed a response.
ME: Fuck you. He agreed to go to Sabrina’s party with me. And guess what?
SIMONE: You seduced him?
ME: Well… something more interesting. You know he’s a cartoonist…well, I saw a sketch of me naked.
SIMONE: He drew you naked? Has he seen you naked?
ME: Fuck, no. I was also surprised. Does that mean…
SIMONE: Yep. He wants to fuck you too. The only chance for you to find out is Sabrina’s party. Look hot and he won’t be able to resist you.
ME: I sure will.
I turned off my phone and went to sleep afterwards. I had a dream and it was about Jude. With him in between my legs, fucking me into oblivion.
That weekend, I put on a red sleeveless crop top, with a crisscross gold chain lacing at the front, exposing my breasts, my toned stomach, and even my pierced belly button. My mother’s gonna kill me if she sees me in this outfit so i opted to wear a bomber jacket when leaving my room. I matched the red crop with a short black flare skirt and no panties. In order to avoid my mother’s judgemental look I looked for a panty hose and pulled them up my thick thighs.
I curled my hair and applied a little makeup. I was not a pro in the makeup department but I had a little training on YouTube. I applied red lipstick on my lips, smacked my lips together, and smiled in satisfaction. I looked good. I ran my fingers through my curls and twirled In front of the mirror. I didn’t invite my boyfriend Peter, because tonight’s about getting Jude to see me In another light and not his kid step-sister. I slipped my feet inside my ankle boots and zipped it.
There was a soft knock on my door and I opened it. Jude stood in front of me staring at me, baffled and astonished at my look. His gaze moved downwards, checking out my full tits that were exposed through the crop top. He bit his lip and looked at my eyes.
“Hey. I’m gonna be out in a minute.” I smirked at him and turned around to enter my bedroom, leaving my door wide open.
“Sure.” I heard him mutter.
I grabbed the bomber jacket, put it on and zipped it up to cover my breasts.
“Ready?” I asked Jude as I grabbed my purse. He was speechless as he nodded.
“Yeah.” The word rolled off his tongue breathlessly.
I walked past him, purposely rubbing my ass against his crotch and walked down the hallway ahead of him, swaying my hips for his view. I heard him cussed as he followed me. Jude and I appeared in the living room and my mother gave me a once-over.
“We’re leaving now. Don’t stay up waiting for us.” I kissed my mom on the cheek and hurriedly left the house before she lectured me about my choice of clothing.
Once inside Jude’s car, I removed the bomber jacket and turned to look at Jude who was already staring at me-my boobs, to be precise. I shrugged the jacket down my shoulder and threw it on the backseat. I reached inside my skirt and pulled down my panty hose down my thighs, with my butt lifting off the car seat. I unzipped my boots and kicked them to the side to allow me to pull off the panty hose. Once I successfully took it off, I threw it on the backseat. My skirt already rode up, exposing my thighs and Jude was already staring.
“Like them?” I teased him with a slutty smirk on my lips.
He gulped loudly and looked away. He was shy. I giggled and put on my boots back.
“You can drive now.” I told Jude and dragged down my skirt.
Jude started the car and we were off.
In the party, Jude stayed close to me as we scanned the drunk bodies that were splayed around. Some were on the dance floor, others were making out against the wall while others on the couch. I looked for Simone and I saw her. She waved at me and I walked over to her. We hugged and I felt her eyes on the boy behind me. We pulled apart and she smirked at Jude.
“Hey. You must be Jude, Kylie’s stepbrother?” Simone asked.
“Hi.” They shook hands.
“I’m Simone, Kylie’s best friend.”
“Nice to meet you.” Jude pulled his hand away.
Simone pulled me to her side and whispered in my ears.
“Peter is here.”
“What? Who invited him?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Sabrina. They’re sort of friends.” Simone whispered. My night just got burned.
“I’m gonna go get a drink.” Jude said and excused himself.
I watched him disappear into the crowd.
“Wanna go get a drink and go say hi to your boyfriend? He’s in the kitchen.” Simone said.
She held my hand and led me to the kitchen. It was pretty crowded in the kitchen. I saw Peter talking with Sabrina’s best friend, Nikita. I watched how he laughed at what Nikita said. Her hands were all over his body and they were so close. Peter and I weren’t the perfect couple. He was always cheating and I wasn’t a saint either. I cheated on him twice too. We fought, broke things off three months ago, and then came back together after a month of avoiding each other.
Peter saw me and his smile faltered at once. Nikita turned around and her gaze met mine. I hated that bitch. I crossed my arms and stared at these two.
“I can’t believe he’s thinking about fucking that slut.” I muttered. Peter approached me.
“See you, babe. I’m on the dance floor if you need me.” Simone said and left.
Peter stopped in front of me.
“What were you two talking about?” I asked, referring to Nikita.
“Hey, baby. Nice to meet you and I’m sorry I didn’t invite you to the party.” Peter said, sarcastically.
I took his drink from his hand and gulped everything.
“I’m gonna go get drunk. I don’t want to see you close to me.” I told him and walked away.
An hour into the party, I was a little tipsy already. I drank and danced with Simone while I avoided Peter. I couldn’t find Jude after I saw him in a corner checking me out with a bottle of beer in his hand. I guessed he wasn’t used to parties like this if he ever partied.
As I danced with Simone, my eyes fell on Jude. He was alone and maybe bored as he stared at these drunk teenageers. I excused myself and strode over to Jude, pushing these drunk dancers out of my way.
“Hey. Not having fun?” I asked Jude. He smiled.
“Not really.”
“Wanna dance with me?” I offered.
I was a little sweaty, making my tits glistened with sweat and I didn’t miss Jude’s eyes on my tits.
“Sure.” I dragged him to the dance floor and we started to dance.
Jude was not a bad dancer and he wasn’t perfect either. I turned around so my back and my ass was pressed against his crotch as I grind against him. Jude was taken by surprise but he didn’t pull away. I held his arms and wrapped them around my hips as I danced against him. I wasn’t wearing any panties as I twisted and whined my waist, grounding my ass against my step-brother’s slowly growing erection. He was getting hard against my ass and I was enjoying it.
It felt like I was dry humping Jude with the way I ground against him. I brought his hand down and slipped it inside my skirt. People are too drunk off their mind to notice. I pushed Jude’s hand further down my skirt. He was cautious and wanted to stop, but I didn’t let him. I pushed his fingers further until he was rubbing my bare crotch.
“Fuck.” Jude groaned. “Kylie. This…”
“Kylie!” Peter’s voice yelled above the music, startling Jude and I. He quickly and discreetly pulled his hand away. Thank God Peter didn’t see that.
Peter eyed Jude behind me as he glared at the boy behind me.
“Who the fuck is this?” He was standing in front of me, breathing into my face.
“This is my stepbrother. What?”
“Fuck you, you lying slut.” Peter tossed at me.
Jude was already standing beside me. “Hey. You can’t talk to her like that.” Jude said to my boyfriend.
Jude was far older than Peter. And If these two decided to get physically involved, Jude was gonna beat the shit out of Peter.
“I can talk to her however the fuck I want and you’re gonna mind your fucking business.” Peter said, stepping into Jude’s personal space.
People around us already stopped dancing as they stared at the scene. This was bad.
“You need to stop, Peter. What’s your problem?” I said.
“You’re my fucking problem. We’re done. I’m breaking up with you!” He yelled on top of his voice. “You’re a fucking slut and I can’t tolerate your slutty ass no more.” Peter said.
He didn’t just break up with me in front of these people. Everyone murmured amongst themselves as they stared at us. I wasn’t all that popular but heads always turned when I passed.
“Fuck you.” I spat.
“Yeah. That’s what you’ve been doing. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Peter mocked.
I bit my lip and balled my fist. God, I wanted to murder this son of a bitch, but Jude beat me to it. His fist slammed against Peter’s cheek as he punched him. Not once, not twice, until Peter was on the floor bleeding and people tried to pull Jude off of Peter. I held Jude’s wrist and dragged him away from Peter who was nearly unconscious on the floor, bathed in his own blood. Without looking back I dragged Jude out of the party.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I said to Jude as we walked towards his car.
“He talked to you rudely. He didn’t have a right to do that.” Jude said, wiping Peter’s blood off his knuckles against his jeans.
Surprisingly, he opened the car door for me and I entered. Jude shut the door after me and rounded the car to enter the driver’s seat. He shut his door and ignited his engine. The next minute, we’re on the road. My phone vibrated in my purse and I opened it and pulled out my phone. It was a text from Simone.
SIMONE: Please, call me when you get home.
ME: I will.
I turned off the screen of my phone and tossed it inside my purse.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry he had to do that to you in front of everyone. He’s such an asshole and you deserve someone better.” Jude said at once. I smiled and turned to look at him.
He had one hand on the wheel while the other ran through his hair. He looked really good in the darkness of the car.
“Thanks. At least you beat the shit out of him.” I said. Jude smirked.
“You’re not mad I did that to him, right?” Jude asked and turned to look at me.
“Of course, not. I loved that. At least, it showed you cared about me.” I said and bit the side of my lip.
Jude’s gaze moved to my lips and he quickly looked away. He cleared his throat.
“And I’m never getting back with that idiot. I’m better than that.”
“I’m glad you see that yourself.” Jude muttered and placed his hand on my bare knee.
I stared at his hand, including him, and he went to pull his hand away. I quickly held his hand In place. He stared at his hand on my lap as he looked at me. I gave him a gentle smile.
“You don’t have to be shy, you know.” I whispered as I stared at the dark road in front of us.
Jude blinked his eyes and glanced at me briefly as he turned to stare at the road. I held his hand and pushed his hand inside my skirt, letting his fingers graze my bare pussy. Jude swallowed and hesitated a little, biting his bottom lip as he stared intently at the road.
“You can touch.” I said to him,
He looked at me, my eyes, my lips, down to my breasts, and his hand inside my skirt slowly grazing my shaved cunt. I part my legs further, giving Jude further access.
“I want you to touch me, Jude.” I whispered and bit my bottom lip.
I noticed we were driving at a slow speed now as Jude decided if touching me was a good idea. He bit his lip and brushed a finger against my wet slit, parting my sensitive lips in between my legs as he thrust one finger inside my cunt.
“Fuck.” I moaned.