Page 21 of Run to Me
“It’s okay, Mom. Really. I have plans to catch a local band playing downtown this Saturday.”
“Okay. I know you boys can be trusted to be here alone for a whole weekend. Y’all are grown-ups after all.”
“Don’t worry, there won’t be any parties, and we promise not to burn the place down.” There might be more of me barging into my brother’s room when I hear him moan again, though. He keeps finding new ways to lure me in. To make me run to him.
She laughs, plucking her phone from her purse. “I was just really hoping we could get away as a family.”
“Next time. Whenever it’s not at Aunt Tracey’s house.”
Chuckling, she shakes her head. “I’ll tell your dad we’ll have to plan a trip to the beach or something.”
My heart lights up. The beach is still something I’ve yet to cross off my to-do list. I remember being so obsessed with movies that took place on the water, and my dad shutting them off when he felt they distracted me too much from my duties. “I won’t say no to the beach.”
“Good. Now go back to doing whatever you were doing and I’ll order the pizza.”
Just as she presses the phone to her ear, I disappear into my room and Nate exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “What’s for dinner?” He leans against the frame, eyes glazed over.
“Pizza.”
“And breadsticks?” He perks up.
“I guess we’ll see. She should know to include them by now, though.”
Nate spurts out a laugh, inching closer to me. “After dinner, you wanna watch another movie with me?” He reaches for my hand and my heart flutters.
“Are movie nights permanently reinstated from here on out?”
He smirks. “Yeah. I think they are.”
“Does this mean no more dates with Matty?”
“It’s Michael, and it was never a date.”
“What’s even happening with us?” My voice wavers as his front presses to mine, his cock already growing hard again, his lips brushing over my chin.
“Looks like we’re going for it.”
Nine
Nate
So apparently kissing my stepbrother was a gateway move to letting him jerk me off. Today I’m being led further down the rabbit hole, and I’ll go wherever he wants me to as long as he keeps fingering me and touching my cock at the same time. After days of sneaking in kisses and listening for our parents’ cars, we finally have the house to ourselves for three days, and I wasted no time turning on another porno and moaning as loud as my lungs would allow. Once my mom and dad left for their trip, there was nothing in this world that was going to keep me from getting more of him.
“The more of you I have, the more I want, little brother.” He adds a second finger, slathering more lube inside me, and my toes curl. One year apart isn’t that big a difference in age, but something about him calling me that sends a fever through me. Yeah, I know it’s twisted, but I can’t control how my body responds to his sensual tone and the dominance radiating offhim. It also sends a strange rush through me whenever he reminds me how forbidden and taboo this is. And they say I should be worried about him. Someone may have to lock me up because I don’t think I’m able to come anymore without my stepbrother getting me there.
And boy does he take his sweet time, slowing down his thrusts to an antagonizing pace, his fingers occasionally stopping when I’m about to spill right over the edge. He’s dragging this out for as long as he can. I’m left feeling both frustrated and more alive than I ever have before. This summer was supposed to be spent with innocent hang-outs at the movies and drinking too much at parties, not like this. But here we are, doing so many things we shouldn’t do, and with no intentions of slowing down anytime soon.
“Your sounds are so damn pretty. I love seeing you like this, all flushed and falling apart from my hands.”
“Fuck, Jace. Stop being an asshole and let me come already.”
His face turns to stone and his hand drops from my throbbing cock, his fingers still inside my trembling channel. “Not sure I should after how you just spoke to me.”
Where is this coming from? This confidence rolling off him. The cockiness and demanding tone. He takes charge so well when we’re alone like this, not backing down when I beg and cry out. I need more of this side of him. He looks so free too. Free of his burdens, self doubts, and fears. This is his game and I’m merely a chess piece he can move anywhere he pleases. He gets to set the rules and not worry about breaking them.
“Please,” I beg, my body feeling like it’s being tugged in different directions all at once when he starts driving me crazy with both hands again. He adds another finger, and it’s like a bolt of electricity strikes me from the inside when he rubs over my sweet spot on repeat.
“Go ahead and come for me, and never forget who took you there. Who can do it again and again so easily if you beg prettily enough.”
