Page 34 of Stepbrother Mine

“I was watching Schitt’s Creek but it was making me laugh too much, which made me cough, and it hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. He perks up when he sees the rather large cardboard box I have under my arm.

“Ooh, what’s that?” he says, sitting up. “Is it for me?”

I grin. “It is.” He grabs it and tears into it immediately, then bursts into a rough, wheezing laugh when he sees what’s inside. He has to take a break to cough, which I feel a little badly about, but the smile on his face when he reaches in and pulls out the ginormous plush dick is absolutely worth it.

“Oh my god,” he says. “He’s adorable! You got me a penis!” It’s got to be at least two feet tall, flesh colored, the head decorated with two eyes and a curve meant to be a smile. The balls are its feet, and Sebastian squeals in delight as he squeezes it to death. “Thank you,” he shrieks.

I laugh, sucked in by his cheer and enthusiasm as always. “I thought since you couldn’t have my dick right now I’d get you one you could have. I wouldn’t recommend sticking this one up your ass, though.”

Sebastian laughs, coughs again, then says, “I love it. He’s perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I press a kiss to his hair and head into the kitchen to make dinner. When I turn around, he’s lying down once again with his giant plush dick in his arms, snoring softly.

Sebastian is finally back to his normal self two days before we’re scheduled to drive home for his birthday. While that’s wonderful, it means we still haven’t been able to be intimate the way we’d like to since the two days we have before we leave are spent in class and working.

I’m going crazy with the need for him and I know he feels the same. Besides, we’re both kind of dreading how our parents will perceive us once we’re home. Will they suspect anything? How much intimacy between us is too much and how much is not enough? The balancing act is getting increasingly frustrating for both of us. We still haven’t told Mel or any of our other friends, but I’m starting to think it’s something that needs to happen soon, and we’ll just have to deal with the consequences together.

Sebastian’s birthday weekend, though, is not the time for coming out to our parents, we agreed. We’ll do our best to keep our touches to what they were before we got serious, which means no kissing, for sure, no having Sebastian on my lap, and no holding hands. Cheek kisses and forehead kisses are fine, we’ve been doing that forever, but usually only when we cuddle, not just at random moments throughout the day.

God this is going to be so fucking hard, especially when all we want is to fuck each other’s brains out. It’s been too damn long.

We do manage to sneak in mutual blow jobs before we leave, which should tide us over for a while at least. Should being the operative word. Although I feel like that small taste just makes me want more.

“Ooh, can we ride Ursula?” Sebastian asks, his eyes dancing as we slip our shoes on.

“Sure can,” I say, grabbing the keys and grinning. He grins back and we head out the door.

Chapter Seventeen

SEBASTIAN

TWO YEARS AGO

“Hey, little brother, how’s it going?” Rome says, beaming at me through the phone as I walk along the sidewalk after school, heading towards the parking lot. I have my two new friends with me, Aaron and Natalie, both members of the LGBTQ club here on campus.

“Good,” I say, smiling back.

“Holy shit, that’s your brother?” Aaron says, his dark eyes widening. “He’s hot.”

“Hey.” I scowl and shove his face and he laughs. “Go get your own.” Damn right, Rome is hot, but he’s mine, no one else’s.

“Hi, hot older brother!” Natalie chimes in, waving. She’s a perky redhead with glasses and pigtails.

Rome laughs.

“I wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday,” he says, and I smile, because of course he remembered. It’s Rome. Being apart has sucked, and while we’re talking on the phone or Facetiming as much as possible, it’s not the same as having him here with me, especially when Mom and Martin are gone so much. I miss my big brother like crazy.

“Thanks,” I say.

“Any plans?”

“He does now,” Natalie says, slapping me. “Why didn’t you tell us it was your birthday?”

I shrug. “Well, we’re celebrating this weekend at my house. The three of us. Be there.”

I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

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