Page 19 of The Step Dare

“Fuck yes.” Softly, just for him, I add, “Just thinking about the fact that we’re a group of stepbrothers who all know what their counterpart’s cum tastes like.” Or at least, I know what his tastes like.

“That’s true, but also not what you were thinking about.”

No, it wasn’t, but I’m not in the mood to worry about something I shouldn’t even be worried about, so I bend down, pick up my box, and say, “Race you upstairs.”

I always have a lot of energy to burn, but I’ve had even more lately. I still haven’t hooked up with anyone since Tay and I stopped messing around. I’m not sure why and definitely need to make a plan for that to change, and soon, but I just haven’t done it for some reason. Maybe it’s because we were back home, wedding planning and watching our parents shoot heart eyes at each other all day, so I’ve been too distracted to go looking for sex.

While I understand the reasoning behind Taylor and me stopping getting each other off, I can’t pretend I don’t miss it. He’s got a great cock, and there’s something comfortable about hooking up with a person I’m so close with. Has Taylor found another guy to experiment with yet? I don’t think he has. I’m pretty sure he would have told me. Plus, it’s kinda hard for the two of us to do much the other doesn’t know about because we’ve spent all summer together.

Taylor grabs a box and follows me.

“I don’t like the couch in that spot,” I tell Atlas and Troy as soon as I get into the apartment.

Atlas flips me off, and Taylor asks, “Are you causing trouble again?”

I mock gasp. “I would never do such a thing! I can’t believe you would blame me. We’re supposed to be stepbrothers. That means we have each other’s backs.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure it means you’ll start boning any day now,” Colin jokes, and Taylor becomes real interested in the box he’s setting down.

“I still can’t believe your parents have been secretly dating. That’s wild, huh?” Ash asks.

“Yeah, I can say I don’t recommend walking in on your parents going at it. I still have nightmares.”

“It seems to me the two of you are doing something wrong. It’s supposed to be you getting caught fucking, not them,” Ash continues, making the guys laugh. Little do they know that we are—well,were—doing exactly that. And just the thought makes me bone up slightly. Fuck, I really need to get laid. I’ve been jerking it like crazy, and nothing is taking the edge off.

I plop down onto the couch, wishing we hadn’t gotten into this conversation. Taylor walks into the kitchen and comes back a moment later with a Cherry Coke for me. Thank fuck. I needed this, and of course, he realized it. I also didn’t know he’d bought some. Cherry Coke is my favorite, and Taylor doesn’t even drink it. “Thanks, stepbro.” I wink at him.

Thankfully, the subject changes, and we shoot the shit for a while before going back downstairs to finish unloading our things. Then they help us set up our beds, and when we’re finished, the guys leave, so it’s just me and Tay in our new place. It’s a small apartment but perfect for us. The front door opens into the living room, a small dining room and kitchen on theother side. There’s a sliding glass door in the living room for the balcony, then the hallway that leads to the two small bedrooms, Taylor’s with a small bathroom.

“So I’m assuming we hook up the TV first.” Taylor grins, reading my mind.

I pump my brows. “Obviously.”

It doesn’t take us long to get it all plugged in and our video game systems up and running. It doesn’t matter that we have a shit ton of things to do—boxes everywhere and probably no food unless Tay got that with my Coke. We have games to play.

We sit close enough on the couch that our legs are touching. That’s not new, but every time one of us moves, the feel of his warm skin against mine shoots straight for my balls. I’ve spent years being close to Taylor, and it never made me feel like I’m crawling out of my skin to bust a nut.

“Fuck,” I curse when I get my ass shot in the game. Taylor almost always beats me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t try everything in my power to win.

“What’s up with you? You always suck balls compared to me, but you’re particularly bad today.” He snickers, and I laugh.

“Asshole.” I nudge him with my leg, and as dumb as it sounds, I swear I feel a zing shoot through me. Taylor’s pupils blow wide as if he felt it too, and I must admit, I’m glad it’s not just me who’s dying from pent-up sexual tension. “Let’s play again.”

Taylor nods, and we restart the game. His thigh pushes against mine, but he doesn’t move it away this time. It’s not just a casual brush here and there now, it’s a constant press that makes my skin heat and my dick throb.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” I tell him.

“Doing what?”

“Getting me hard.”

Taylor turns his head in my direction, his gaze finding my swelling bulge. “Jesus, Bren. You’re dying for it, aren’t you?”

“Don’t pretend you’re not,” I grumble, and he adjusts himself behind his shorts too. “But I agree. It’s not a good idea.”

“Can you remind me why?”

I snicker, nudging him with my elbow. “You’re supposed to be the responsible one between the two of us…stepbro.”

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