Stepbrother Soldier: A Forbidden Military Romance Novel (5 page)

No. Oh no, no,
no. No way little girl. You are NOT going down this path.

Except I was. It was too late. I was down the path and halfway through
the garden. My head felt like it was going to cave in from desire, from the
pressure of wanting. It was like
not
being
with Ashton was actually painful. I don’t know if they’ve invented a word yet
for how much I wanted him in that moment.

The only thing I could think to do was to take a hint from a cliché: I
took a cold shower. Believe it or not, it did the trick. At least, a little
bit. I was able to think clearly enough to know I was fucked.

7

I didn’t get much sleep that night. My dreams were full of wet lips
and fire. I tossed and turned, sweating despite the nighttime chill, trying to
think my way out of the situation. It was hopeless. There was no more rational
Christy, it seemed. She’d taken vacation and left her evil twin, irrational
Christy, to take care of things in the meantime.

The next morning, I guess I looked as bad as I felt, because the
Admiral gave me a wide-eyed look when I came down for breakfast.

“Working all night?” he asked, rustling the pages of his newspaper. I
merely nodded, too exhausted to speak. I just wanted to shovel some food into
me and take a nap.

“Ashton found an apartment in town. He’ll start moving tomorrow
morning. I’ll be helping him so we’ll both be gone all day. I can bring home a
pizza if you want,” the Admiral said, turning back to his paper and speaking as
though he was reading a news article about filling a pothole.

“Wait…what? He’s moving out? Why?”

The Admiral shrugged, but he glanced up at me with a look that was a
little too knowing (and a little too stern) for my comfort. “He wants to.”

“Yeah, but…I mean, he just decided all of a
sudden?”

“I don’t know, Christy. He’s a grown man. He wants to live on his own.
I don’t question it,” the Admiral said, his voice growing agitated as he spoke.

“Don’t you think it’s weird though? I mean, aren’t
you
kind of worried about him?” Finally, I’d found something that could distract me
from obsessing over the kiss: obsessing over Ashton’s well-being.

“He’s a grown man, Christy,” the Admiral repeated, giving me one last
stern look before turning back to the paper as though the conversation was
over. That was it. The last straw. My poor brain was wrung out like a wet
towel; I was barely hanging on to what sanity I had left after the sleepless
night. And to be given that
look,
that
look like he was the boss of me, just made me snap.

“You know what? Fuck you! You don’t give a shit about him! He’s
clearly hurting, and you just don’t give a fuck, do you?” I cried, pushing my
chair back and grabbing the end of the table. I dug into the veneer with my
fingernails, rage flowing through me as powerfully as lust had flowed through
me the night before. The Admiral didn’t acknowledge me, just stared at the open
paper.

“You fucking war pig, you fucking piece of shit!” I screamed, letting
the words fly from my mouth like bullets, raining down on him. “Fascist
bastard!”

“You better calm yourself, little girl,” the Admiral said, still
staring at the paper. His voice was low, rough, and would have been
intimidating if I wasn’t so blind with anger.

“Fuck you!” I screamed, angry tears in my eyes, fully aware that I was
acting like an idiot but not caring. I threw my coffee cup onto the ground and
strode towards the back door. Outside, the fields stretched on for miles.
Letting the screen door slam behind me, I started walking.

The same way Ashton had just walked off into the horizon, I walked
straight, barefooted and buzzing with rage and hurt and confusion. I walked and
walked down the rows, trampling seedlings, not giving a shit where I was going
as long as it was far from the farmhouse where the Admiral was probably still
sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the paper.

I finally found myself veering off towards a small wooded area on our
property. There was a tiny pond there, and I thought that I could at least sit
and gather my thoughts in the relative calm. As I walked, I thought about
Ashton when we were both younger. About our friendship, how dear I held him.

And then I thought about all those years in between when we didn’t
speak. I began to realize, as I meditated in time to my steps, that I must have
had a crush on Ashton since way back then. The way I’d felt about him…the
summer he had that girlfriend…maybe that was why no one else had ever stirred
my interest.

Maybe no one had ever come around who had seemed as good as him. I’d
looked up to him like a brother, but also as a man. So it was no wonder that
now, when my sexuality was coming to its peak, that the childhood crush would
have turned into…this. Whatever this was.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed when I finally
arrived at the pond. What I
did
notice
was the broad back in front of me; the sandy hair, the muscled arms. Even the
way he was standing seemed sad. I paused, surprised to see him there but,
strangely, not nervous or afraid. I looked down at my bare feet, dirty from
walking the fields.
What do I say…

“Hi,” was all I could really manage. Ashton’s head dropped when he
heard me and he turned slowly.

“What are you doing here?”

“Um…I was walking, I wanted to come here to think. I got in a fight
with the Admiral…about you,” I said. “About you moving. I don’t think it’s a
good idea. You shouldn’t be alone.”

“I’m already alone,” he said.

“No, you’re not. You have me. We used to be so
close, Ashton. We could be that way again.”

He scoffed.

“Are we not going to talk about last night? There’s a reason I’m
moving out so quickly. I can’t be close to you, Christy. I think we both know
why. I’m…I’m sorry. It’s just…it’s been so long since someone cared enough to
say anything to me. I just lost control is all,” Ashton said, speaking quickly.
“I’m not going to lose control again, because I’m not going to allow myself to
be around you. I…you’re my little sister. I always knew the way I felt was
wrong…”

“It wasn’t. It’s…it’s not, Ashton. I…I feel it too. Please, I don’t
want you to leave. I want…I want you to stay and…show me,” I said, blushing
ferociously and barely able to look him in the eye.

“Show you what?”

“How to…what it’s…how…how good it can be,” I finally managed to say,
spluttering the words out pathetically. Ashton shook his head no and began to
walk past me, in the direction of the house. I reached out and grabbed his arm,
feeling the tenseness in his muscles. He snapped his arm away viciously and
turned to me, his eyes shaking with anger and…something else.

“Let me go, Christy,” he hissed.

“No,” I said defiantly, drawing strength from God knows where. I
reached up and took his head in my hands, pulling him towards me. Our lips met
and I felt like I was falling into a sea, like someone had pried my chest open
and let loose a million songbirds.

“What will the Admiral think?” Ashton said, pulling away from the kiss
and burying his face in my neck, whispering into my ear. His words seemed to
run through me like warm water, and I found my knees shaking as he lowered his
lips to my flesh, planting kisses along my jaw.

“He’ll never know,” I murmured back, bringing my own lips to Ashton’s
neck and reaching up to grab his hair. I ran it through my fingers, feeling
every strand, his lips tickling me softly. I could feel my heart starting to
race, my slit growing moist.

“I want you, Christy,” Ashton said, his head nuzzled in the crook of
my neck. I pushed him away and looked him in the eyes.

“Then take me, soldier.” I could see the flash in his eyes as they
grew hard, hungry, demanding. It sent another thrill through me to see my
stepbrother devouring me with his eyes.

I was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. I slowly reached
down, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling it over my head. I hadn’t
been wearing a bra, and my full breasts bounced slightly, nipples hard from
arousal and exposure. I let Ashton’s eyes travel down my body as I stood before
him, but before I even knew what was happening I felt myself pushed backwards
into a tree.

Ashton pressed me against the bark, grabbing my wrists and forcing my
arms above my head. His strength was overwhelming, and I could feel each prick
from the tree against my bare back. Holding both wrists in one of his huge
hands, he let the other travel down my body, making me moan.

When he got to the top of my shorts, he yanked them down violently.
His mouth was on my neck again, this time nibbling and kissing desperately at
my fevered flesh. He had the slightest hint of stubble and I could feel it,
scratchy and ticklish, against my neck, adding to each kiss. With my shorts
laying at my ankles, Ashton’s hand found its way to my thigh, pressing me
further against the tree.

“Fuck,” I moaned as Ashton’s mouth began to drop lower, tracing my
collarbone. His hand massaged my thigh, the other holding me in place, as his
lips and tongue moved downwards towards my breasts. I gasped as his mouth found
my nipple and arched my back, wanting more.

He sucked and licked desperately, then moved to the other; I could
feel his teeth just graze my tender nubs, sending shooting darts of pleasure
through me. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh, the weight of his body
pinning me in place, and worried – for the first time – about losing my
virginity to him.

His cock
felt
huge through
his jeans (not that I would really know what “huge” meant, having never seen a
cock in real life before) and I knew that losing your virginity could hurt.
Ashton was still assaulting my nipples with his tongue as his hand moved from
my thigh to between my legs. I could feel myself grow wetter as he flicked and
teased my nipples, and I moaned when his fingers slid against my slick pussy,
tracing upwards from my slit to my clit. My clit jumped and almost ached as his
fingers brushed across it.

Releasing my wrists, Ashton suddenly dropped to his knees before me. I
wondered what he was doing; his strong arms pried my legs apart. I looked down
at him, wild with desire but curious, and watched as his head grew closer and
closer to my dripping pussy. When his tongue darted out, flicking my clit, I
think you could have heard me cry out for miles.

The feeling was impossibly warm and soft and filled me with a craving
unlike any that had come before. I automatically dropped my hands to his head,
pulling it forward, deeper into me, as his tongue came out again, this time
circling my clit slowly. I felt my face grow hot and my knees shake as he
continued to lap at my swollen clit, now flicking it, now sucking it, now
circling it. It was like each stroke of his tongue sent me into another
dimension, and it was all I could do not to shove his face directly into me and
wrap my thighs around my head.

“Fuck, Ashton,” I moaned as he sped up. I could feel my juices
dripping down my thighs, my muscles growing tense, my legs barely able to hold
me up. I leaned back against the tree, letting the pleasure wash over me in
waves. My face was getting hotter and hotter, my body temperature skyrocketing.

I felt Ashton press a finger against my slit and slowly push it in,
then another. He seemed to hit some resistance, but the slightest penetration
was enough to make me feel utterly filled. My hips bucked against his mouth as
he licked me faster and faster; suddenly, I felt his teeth just graze my clit,
and at the same moment he curled his fingers inside me. They seemed to reach
some sort of magic button and I was suddenly swept away in a rush of ecstasy,
my hands forcing his head into me and clutching his hair as my pussy unleashed
a flood of juices.

All my muscles released at once, each one seeming to vibrate with
bliss, and my pussy clenched around his fingers. My body shook and trembled
above him as he suckled my clit, which was sending electric shocks through
every vein. As I returned to my senses, my fingers released his hair and my
legs buckled. Pulling away from my pussy, Ashton grabbed me by the waist,
holding me up.

“You weren’t lying about the virgin thing,” he said, raising himself
to eye-level. I was panting, blushing furiously, my head still spinning from
the climax. I could only nod lazily and focus on the warmth of his grip on my
hips. “Jesus Christ, how could someone as beautiful as you still be a virgin?”

“I was waiting for you,” I said, breathless, reaching my hands to his
waist and pulling him into me. I leaned upwards and my mouth found his. I could
taste myself on his tongue and it re-ignited my desire.

“Lucky me,” Ashton growled, pulling away again. With his hands still
on my waist, he turned me around so that my chest was against the tree. I
leaned forward, still weak from the first orgasm, feeling the rough bark
against my breasts. Ashton grabbed my hips roughly, pulling my waist away from
the tree. His hands kneaded my ass, and I found myself pressing myself further
towards him, my pussy aching for his cock.