Devil's Brotherhood: A MC Romance (Devil's Riders Book 1) (4 page)

This was the weekend when parents came to check on their kid’s progress and join in on their own elite parent activities. It was an event steeped in old tradition. There would be parties, a football game, and men gathering with cigars and brandy. It really had little to do with our grades as parents rarely met with teachers. It was more about showing off to each other in their elite circles that disgusted me. I would be required to go to all the functions. This meant my father would be coming to check up on me and boss me around. I was beyond nervous that he would sense it on me. That he would sense I had been reckless and finally living my own life and making my own decisions. I was terrified that maybe he knew because most of the friends in my circle were family friends and they loved to gossip. I was not happy about seeing him again. I went to the store for a few items to make the apartment look presentable. I drove up to my apartment deep in thought about my father, so I wasn’t ready for what awaited me in the parking lot.

I pulled my car into the parking lot in front of our apartment. I shut off the ignition and got out. I was about to get a few things out of the back seat of my car when I heard, “Hey preppy bitch!”

I turned around and saw three biker girls coming toward me. I froze like a dear in the headlights.

“Yeah bitch I’m talking to you stupid little rich girl!”

They walked fast and were on top of me in no time. It was Kit’s ex-girlfriend and she looked pissed. She had a murderous look in her eyes. I shut the door to my car and turned to face her. I don’t know why. I think I was scared of my car door being uses as a weapon.

“Kit is my ex-boyfriend and will be my boyfriend again. He’s mine! We break up all the time. This time is no different. Stay away from him or I will cut your throat,” she snarled at me.

I was terrified. She was a tough looking girl with lots of tattoos, piercings, and jet black hair that was almost blue. I don’t know how I found the courage, but out of being in complete shock I talked back.

“I think he can make his own decisions. Leave me alone,” I said. I knew it wasn’t exactly tough talk but I didn’t have that in me. I said it elegantly and with confidence. I stepped away from my car and headed toward my apartment.

Then suddenly, before I knew what had happened, there was a sharp pain on my face. I was falling, falling, but before I hit the ground everything went black.

To be continued

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Forbidden Sibling : A Stepbrother Romance

CHAPTER ONE

Sort of Siblings

It had been four years since my older stepbrother Jon left home to work on some bullshit farm somewhere in Europe. He was a tall lanky skinny kid that was not much to look at. I was not sad to see him go. At the time my mother had only been married to my stepfather for a year, and that entire year Jon made my life absolutely horrific. He was immature and a jerk that liked to tease me and treat me badly. When he left I felt so relieved. I hated him and hated the fact that I had to live with him after my mom married his dad. My bedroom was next door to his and our parent’s room was on the second level of the house, so they never heard exactly how much he had terrorized me. He would sneak into my room at night and play practical jokes and pranks on me. If I had a slumber party he would destroy it and make the girls cry. He was absolutely awful. So when he left home to go to Europe I was happy and hoped I would never see him again. It had almost come to that as I had just graduated high school and it was the summer before I was to go to college. I almost got away with going to college and never seeing him.

Now after years of living with out being jerked around, he was suddenly back at our house. I was very mad that he was back. Though, I had never expected that he would show up a new man and would make me feel the way he did. What happened was the most shameful and erotic experience of my young life. I still think about it and it still gets me wet followed by feelings of guilt. It’s complicated, but what I let my stepbrother do to my body was something that I would never take back.

Our house was in a neighborhood where the houses were spread very far apart. It was almost a mix between a rural setting and a suburban setting. The nearest neighbor’s house was at the end of our street. You could see the house from our porch but you could never hear them. There were a few more houses in this section all spread out very far and the roads were small and narrow. We had a very large back lot for our yard that went far into the back and was very private. We didn’t have a fence, but there was enough trees and brush to make a natural fence. Out on the street there were small dirt paths instead of sidewalks and there were very few streetlights. Town was about six miles away, but it was far enough to not hear any traffic from the highway that ran through it.

Our house stood almost isolated from the rest of the houses but not quite. We had a large wooden porch that wrapped around the entire house. It was an old house in the Victorian style and it was very large at two stories. You could be in one part of the house and not know what was going on in the other side of the house, or other floor. In other words, it was easy to get away with secretive behavior. Something that I would be grateful for in the coming days, and I had never thought could be useful.

Today was the day my stepbrother Jon was coming home and I hid in my room the whole day. I wanted to enjoy my isolation from him as much as possible. I did not want to be anywhere near him and I would spend as much time in my room as possible. I planned on pretty much camping out in my room or at my friend Melanie’s house. I tested the new lock on my door to make sure that it worked. This time I would lock Jon out of my room. He would not be coming to me in the middle of the night, or so that’s what I had planned. I was wrong.

I picked up the phone and called my best friend Melanie.

“Is he there yet?” she asked.

“No, not yet. He’s not coming until later tonight I think. Like really late. I hope I’m already asleep and won’t have to deal with it until tomorrow.”

“Yes he was a complete shit to us. You should be the one to pull pranks on him this time,” Melanie said.

“I don’t care enough about him to torment him. I just want to do my own thing.”

We continued talking about her latest dating tragedy. I was laying on my bed in nothing but a tank top and my panties. My long blonde hair was down to my waist and I always wore lots of dark eyeliner and mascara on my blue eyes. No one was ever in this section of the house so I always left the door wide open. I felt someone come into my doorway. I looked over and saw Jon standing there, but he didn’t look anything like my stepbrother.

I sat up quickly and covered my panties with a pillow, “Um, hello? Who the fuck are you?”

He laughed. It only made me angrier.

“You always weren’t very smart were you runt,” he said.

I knew immediately. It was Jon. I couldn’t believe my eyes though. He was no longer the lanky kid that I knew. He was a tall and robust man. I snapped out of the thoughts I was having and narrowed my eyes at him. I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him.

“Get out of here! I’m busy!”

“Is that how you greet your brother after six years?”

“Melanie, I’ll call you back,” I said and hung up the phone. I stood up from my bed and walked slowly over to him. I didn’t know why but half way to him I became aroused. I realized that I was in my panties with no bra under my tight tank top. I wondered if my nipples were hard but I was too afraid to look down.

“Welcome back Jon,” I said as I hugged him. His arms went around me and one hand went on the small of my back. It was low and his fingers were on my bare skin right above my panty line. It felt good. His hand was warm and it lingered. His scent was intoxicating like a man that had been out in the wilderness or seen a thing or two of the world. When I pulled away he had a strange look in his large blue eyes. I had seen it before on my ex-boyfriend right before we would fuck.

“Thanks Rose,” he said.

“What brings you back?” I asked.

“Why don’t you put some pants on and come to dinner. Mom and dad are in the kitchen cooking already,” he said.

I rolled my eyes and then shut the door. I called Melanie back. She immediately asked me what’s going on. I told her that my annoying older brother was back.

“How does he look?” she asked.

“Good, I didn’t even recognize him. He looks like a man,” I said.

“Hot,” Melanie said. “Hook me up with him.”

I laughed, “Maybe, I got to go to dinner.” I hung up the phone and realized I felt a tinge of jealousy after she had said that. I did not want him hooking up with Melanie.

I got dressed and went out to the kitchen. Mom and Dad were all excited and had a million questions for him. I just sat back and listened. When no one was looking at me I let my eyes rove over his body. He looked strong with broad shoulders and a tight stomach. His long blonde hair was full and wavy and his blue eyes looked like glass. I felt ashamed but I couldn’t stop. That night I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned. I got up and went to my door. I was going to go into his room. I stopped myself. I went to my bed and touched myself until I came. Then and only then could I sleep. The next day was Sunday and my family always did chores on Sundays. My parents went into town to do groceries, I usually did laundry, and when Jon lived here he would cut the grass. My parents insisted that we take the day off to celebrate Jon’s return home. He was only here for a few days, however Jon insisted he wanted to do chores. He wanted to do the normal family things we always did. I rolled my eyes, I felt like he just wanted me to do laundry, the jerk.

My parent’s left and I went about doing laundry. I heard the mower turn on. I went to the window and my mouth dropped open. Jon was not wearing a shirt and wore tight blue jeans. A handkerchief covered his blonde locks. He too had blonde hair and blue eyes, just like me. Everyone always thought we were real brother and sister. I could see his large bulge right through his pants. His toned and strong back was tan and smooth. His strong arms were flexed as he pushed the mower. I couldn’t stand it anymore. He was so hot. He was like a stranger to me. I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me. He turned in my direction and I shifted my gaze. I pretended to be getting a glass of water. I ran upstairs and touched myself again. I imagined that his mouth was on my pussy and I came in seconds. I pulled my yellow skirt back down and fixed my hair. Then I went back downstairs.

I walked into the laundry room to drop in some clothes. I placed the clothes in and started the washing machine. When I heard a deep voice say, “Do you have a lot of dirty laundry?”

I turned to see Jon standing there, staring at me. His eyes lingered on my body trailing his gaze from my feet up to my face. It took me a few seconds to answer because his presence stunned me. I finally said, “Yes.”

After I answered he moved in closer, and I instantly took a few steps back. Suddenly I was as far back as I could go against the machine. He put only a few inches between us and looked down at me. His large blue eyes locked with mine. He pushed the hair out of my face and trailed his hand down my face and said, “I saw you watching me. You liked watching me didn’t you? Did you go touch yourself after you watched me?”

My eyes widened and my mouth opened a little. I had not expected him to be so forward, but of course he would be this confident. He was very cocky because he looked good. He was commanding and he was playing his part well. He stood before me with his bare chest close to me. What didn’t he have to be confident about? I thought. How did he know that I went upstairs to touch myself? Had he come into the hallway or watch through my window. I remembered that the curtains were open in my room and that he probably could see in. I finally just nodded my head, yes, in response to his question. I knew there was no point in denying it since he already knew the answer to his question.
The back of his hand went down my face, down my neck and onto my heaving cleavage. I couldn’t believe it; he was touching the top of my breasts. I looked down at his hand on my breasts and then looked up at him with lust in my eyes. He just grinned at me; he knew what he was doing. I opened my mouth to talk.

“Shhh…”he said. He put his hands on my hips and picked me up and propped me on the washer. The vibrations shot up through my body and I was instantly aroused. Jon reached down and pulled my skirt up and opened my thighs. He fingered the fabric of my panties and pushed them to one side. He brought his face down between my legs and licked my slick cleft. I gasped. He licked up and down like licking the frosting off a piece of cake. At first I was in shock. I was so sensitive from having touched myself only minutes before.

“You’re so wet sister. Is that for me? Do I make you wet? I know I fucking do. You want this. You want me to lick you like this. Stick my tongue in your pussy,” he said between licks.

I leaned back on my hands and lifted one foot on the machine spreading myself open for him. He was right. I wanted this. I tilted my head back and let confusion and ecstasy spread through my body. What was happening? This was my stepbrother and I needed to stop him. It was so wrong. We could get caught at any moment.

“You taste so good. Just like I imagined you would,” he said.

I was trying to understand what he was saying but I was in a state of shock and confusion and my body was betraying me. The vibrations of the washer only made me that much closer. I was on the brink.

“I can’t wait to stick my cock in your tight pink pussy. I’ve waited so long for this,” he said between licks.

“What? Waited… I don’t understand,” I said in barely a whisper.

Jon moved his tongue to my clitoris and made small circles with it. Two of his fingers found their way inside me and he moved them in a clockwise rotation while his tongue worked on my rose bud. That was it. I couldn’t handle anymore. I bit my lower lip and held on tight to the washer under me. I started whispering, “I’m cuming, I’m cumming.” My body shook and convulsed and I was sure the sound in my voice got stuck as though I was choking. I didn’t dare scream loudly. I had to hold the sound in. Vibrations shot through me and my legs tensed up as the sensations came over me. It was the most intense explosive orgasm. I thought I would faint. Jon stood up and looked at me. His hand rubbed on his cock in front of me.

“Tell me I made you cum. Tell me I’m the one that did it. Your stepbrother,” he said with a cocky smirk on his face.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong. It’s very wrong,” I said.

“It’s a little too late for that. Don’t you think?” he said.

“We don’t have to go any further,” I said still reeling from my intense orgasm.

I was saying no but my body was saying yes. I was still spread open wide on top of the washer. I hadn’t bothered to jump off it. I had not bothered to pull my skirt back down. I was still completely open even as I protested with my words.