Page 5 of Stepbrother Mine

“Not until you tell me what is going on with you,” he retorts. “You’ve been a grade A dick ever since the party and that kiss, acting like I don’t fucking exist or like I have the goddamn plague. Did it disgust you so much that you can’t even stand to be in my presence anymore?”

“What?” My eyes widen. “No, of course not.” My heart is pounding and I feel sweat gathering on my palms and the back of my neck.

“Then what is it?” His voice is raised. “Because I’ve never been more hurt and angry and confused than I have been over the past two weeks. I thought you were my best friend. I thought we told each other everything. You have always taken care of me, protected me. But lately you’ve done nothing but make me feel like shit about myself. And I know I put on a tough front, okay, but I can handle rejection from everyone but you.” Tears fill his eyes and my heart almost shatters. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I growl, running my fingers through my hair. Fuck, this is so messed up.

“Just talk to me!” he shouts as a tear slips out and rolls down his cheek.

“I’m fucked up, okay?” I shout back, dropping my bag on the floor. “God, I’m such a fucking mess, Sebastian. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Tears fill my eyes, too. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I cried, but I’m so out of my depth here, and I’m so fucking scared.

He blinks, his face flushed as he wipes his cheeks. “What do you mean?”

“That kiss, it…fuck, it messed with my head, okay? But not the way you think.” I stare at him, begging him not to hate me or be disgusted with me for what I’m about to say. Hoping and praying that my confession won’t ruin us. I could live through anything but that.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I tell him, my heart thrashing now. “I can’t stop thinking about you, little brother. I…fuck, I can’t be near you without wanting you. Wanting more.” My chest is so constricted I can barely breathe as he stands there, eyes wide, not saying anything. I shake my head. “I’m so sor?—”

I’m cut off by his mouth on mine. Fuck.

He grips my face in his small hands as he kisses me fiercely and I grunt, my own eyes as wide as saucers as he jumps up, wrapping his legs around my waist. By instinct I slide my arms under his ass to hold him up. My brain is short circuiting, telling me to pull the fuck away and fucking kiss him back at the same time. All of the incredible sensations and feelings from the first time he kissed me are flooding through me again, but so is the knowledge that this isn’t what should be happening right now.

He whimpers, sliding his tongue along my lower lip just like he did at the party and my cock jerks. He’s begging for me to let him in, and god I want to. I want to take over, dominate the kiss. I want to taste every inch of him. I want to slam him up against the nearest wall and fuck his brains out. I want him desperate and begging, a whimpering whining mess underneath me. I want to hear my name on his lips as he comes.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, pulling away, him kissing me through my words, dragging them out. “I know it’s messed up,” I add. He finally stops kissing me and glares.

“Stop fucking talking and kiss me.” But I can’t. This is too weird, too strange. I can’t.

“You seem conflicted,” he says, pursing his lips, like that’s not a completely normal reaction to have in this situation. He leans over and brushes his soft lips against my neck, and I find myself titling my head back to grant him access without even thinking about it. God, he touches me anywhere and I want more. His lips move under my chin, before sucking on my jaw and sending a shiver down my spine. My cock twitches again. Fuck. Me. Is this really happening? Is he kissing me because he wants to? “Sebastian,” I breathe.

“Would it help,” he says, his voice soft and seductive, as he plants more kisses on my face, “if I told you that for the past year and half, every single time I’ve come, it’s been to thoughts of you?” He stops kissing me and meets my eyes, a grin spreading across his face as my eyes widen and I swallow. He plants another kiss on my lips. “Every time.” I’m still staring with wide eyes when he strokes his fingers through my hair and adds, “I want you too, big brother. I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”

That's all it takes. Good or bad, right or wrong, I don’t fucking care. I have to have him. He’s mine. My Sebastian. And he wants me too.

His back hits the door and he grunts as my lips slam against his. Fuck, he’s like the sweetest drug. He tastes of salt and bubblegum chapstick and I can’t get enough.

He moans as I pin him in place and my tongue slides into his mouth, taking over. He submits so beautifully it makes my cock throb.

“Should, should we take this slow?” I ask, pulling away, my breaths heavy.

He smirks at me. “Why? You want to get to know each other first?”

I smirk back. “Brat.” He grins.

“What do you want, big brother?” Fuck, hearing him call me that when I can feel his hard dick against my stomach is so insanely hot. He grins again, no doubt at the heat in my gaze.

“I want to fuck you senseless,” I growl. “I want to pound you so hard you feel my dick for days. And then I want to fuck you again.”

He licks his lips, his pupils dilating. “Get to it, then.”

I grip his chin and mold my mouth to his again, kissing and tasting, sucking and licking, holding him right where I want him, and god I can’t get enough of him. I’ve never been this turned on and desperate in my life.

As much as I hate to do it, I lower him to the floor. Then we’re tugging at each other’s clothes even as we continue to kiss and grope. We don’t make it far with the disrobing before we’re kissing again. He’s got his shirt off and I’ve gotten my socks and shoes off.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, right?” I say, just to acknowledge that fact, though I have no intention of stopping.

“I don’t know if you know this about me,” he says breathlessly, “but I’ve never given a fuck about what people say I should or shouldn’t do.”

Then he’s grabbing my shirt and pressing me back against the door, kissing me again, and practically trying to climb me in the process as he lifts the hem of my T-shirt. His fingers slide over my abdomen and my entire body lights up. I grip his face in my hands and slide my tongue in his mouth, tasting him again, and he whimpers, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my already leaking cock. He thrusts his hips, grinding against me, making me kiss him harder and hearing even more sinful sounds pour from those perfect lips. I push off the door and spin him so that he’s backed against it now. His pupils are blown wide when he looks at me.

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