Stepbrother's Gift (11 page)

She laughed too. “Well, I always figured that it was something tragic. I'm glad it wasn't a person, but I'd probably be sad about it too.” She looked back at me. “Hey, you must know him pretty well if you know all that.”

I smiled.
I knew him all too well.
“Yeah, we went to high school together. My name's Allie.” It was only a small lie, and I thought that maybe I'd be gone soon enough that it wouldn't get me into any trouble.

She held out her hand and I shook it. Her smile was practically infectious. “Anne. So nice to meet a girl from James' past that didn't despise him. So many of his ex-girlfriends obviously hate him.”

I laughed. “That sounds like James alright. Luckily, I'm not an ex-girlfriend, so I don't exactly hate him.”
Not anymore, anyway.

That seemed to surprise Anne. “I'm shocked. You're exactly his type.”

I'm exactly his type
, I thought to myself. Considering he had just fucked me senseless a couple of hours ago, I could have guessed at that. I shrugged. “We never hit it off.” Also not technically a lie.

She turned around and put a spritz of whipped cream on my coffee. “Didn't hit it off with Mr. Coleman, huh? Well, maybe you're more my type, then.” She handed me the cup of coffee. “If you're in town for a little longer, you should come see my band play,” she offered.

“When are you playing?” I asked.

She gestured to the stand next to the register. “The schedules are all right there, but I play this Thursday night.”

I grabbed the paper and gave it a quick look. “Maybe I will,” I said.

She smiled. “I'll see you there,” she said, giving me a wink.

I walked away with the steaming mug of coffee. There was a small open table by the window and I sat down. I began idly looking over the schedule, noticing that there was a poetry reading later tonight.

I'm exactly his type
, I thought again. Did that mean he had been picking up on girls that looked like me? Or acted like me? I kind of wanted to talk about it with Anne, but I didn't want to give up the fact that I was interested or that I was his stepsister.

I thought of James, laying down with a blonde girl that looked close to me. I imagined him fucking her like he had fucked me earlier, feeling the need to spurt his seed inside of her, maybe even imagining that the girl was me.

Fair is fair
, I thought. I had done the same thing with every guy I had ever been with.

I looked up and saw Anne glancing at me. She was the polar opposite of me in appearance. Skinnier than me, much darker hair, the wild streak of color in her hair, the intense green eyes. I wondered if James had ever turned her down. I wondered if that's what she meant by “you're my type” when I said James and I had never hit it off. Suddenly, it dawned on me.

She meant that I'd have to be a lesbian to not hit it off with James.

I caught her looking over at me again, and this time I saw the crack of a smile as she looked away. I was no stranger to the LGBT community, but it was still weird for me to be hit on by a girl. A girlfriend of mine in high school had tried to talk me into having a threesome with her boyfriend once. I was curious, and I had seriously considered it, but in the end I had declined because I thought her boyfriend was gross.

I thought about what Anne had meant. If I had to be a lesbian to not hit it off with James, that meant that he had to bring home tons of women. Part of me realized I should be worried about it, but I had never seen any evidence that he was a cheater. He had specifically said that he was single when he was home for Christmas. Maybe he was loyal, but he just drove women away. When I thought of what a jerk he had been to me when we had lived together, that explanation wouldn't have surprised me at all.

My phone chirped. I pulled it out of my purse and looked at it. It was Nicole, my roommate at college.

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A
re you coming home tonight?

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S
he was probably planning on having a boy over tonight. I hated it when she brought boys over, but the boys loved the California girl with the curly blonde hair. Still, I hated that they always left the seat up and ate all my chips. But, it would be really rude of me to lie. I sent back a text.

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N
o, I'll be gone for the night.

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I
waited for a response, but none came. She was probably already making out with whatever guy she had picked up for the night. I started messing around with my phone, looking at stuff on myFace, doing whatever I could to stop from thinking of James. Stop from thinking of what our future could look like.

It was funny. Part of me thought that as soon as he fucked me or rejected me that I would get this out of my system. That one time was all I needed. Like I could have him once, and it would just wash the need right out of my system. I wished that it could be that easy, that I could get on the train back to my college and forget that tonight had ever happened. That I could forget how much I ached for him to touch me. The thrill I got off just his fingertips on my skin. He was a drug, and now I was hooked.

I knew that I couldn't go back to the way things were, at least for the moment. I thought of his eyes when dilating when he looked at me and I knew I didn't want to, but I needed something to keep me distracted until I could get my next fix of him again. I ran across a picture of Tessa. She had been the one who had convinced me to tell James how I felt about him. I doubted that she could have predicted that I would travel to Boston, demand that he fuck me, and possibly already be carrying his baby. I sighed to myself, then texted her.

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H
ey. What are you up to tonight?

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I
knew that whatever it was, it wouldn't be much. She was stuck in Springfield at community college while I was out exploring the great big world. I felt pretty guilty about it, but I felt even more guilty about the fact that I hadn't kept in touch with her when I went to college. My phone chirped with her response.

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H
ey girl! Nothing much, just cleaning up and getting ready to head home. You?

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I
didn't know how to respond, so I just lied.

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S
ame.

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I
immediately felt like an idiot. She knew I didn't have a job so there was nothing I could really be cleaning up, except for my dorm room. Still, she probably wouldn't call me out on it. My phone chirped.

Oh, ok. Enjoying that New York City night life?

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I
laughed. This next text wouldn't be a lie.

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N
ot tonight.

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H
er next text caught me by surprise.

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D
id you confess your love to James yet?

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T
hat was Tessa, always blunt and to the point. I didn't love him, I just wanted to fuck him. I knew that. I
knew
it. I didn't know how to answer her, though. Should I just lie to her? Should I tell her that it was none of her business. Should I tell her
everything?

I fiddled with my phone while I decided, but apparently it was too long for Tessa to wait. Her face popped up and my ring tone went off. I sighed, thinking that the easiest thing for me to do would be to just hang up. That would be so rude, though, and it would just make things worse. She knew I was right here, we were just texting.

Eventually I hit the green “Answer” button. “Hey Tessa!” I answered, sounding cheerful.

“Dish,” she said in a deadpan voice.

“About James?” I asked.

“Who do you think I'm asking you about?” I paused as I thought about how to answer, but she spoke back up. “I thought you said you weren't going out tonight.”

I realized she could hear the chatter of the coffee shop in the background. “I just went out for some coffee, that's all.”

“Uh huh. What about James?”

There was no avoiding this. “We talked,” I said slowly.

I heard her do a
squeeee
sound. “And? Is he going to come to New York to see you?”

If you only knew that I went to him,
I thought to myself. “I still don't know where we stand, to tell you the truth.”

“Well? Did he sound completely disgusted?”

I hesitated, and I knew that that told Tessa everything anyway. “No. But I'm still very confused about how he feels.” That, at least, was the truth.

“Well, you better make it clear before I call him up myself. I need a billionaire sugar daddy myself, and your brother might be able to get the job done.
Might.
”

“Stepbrother,” I quickly corrected.

“Stepbrother, right. I want you to let me know the minute he decides to come out to New York and sweep you off your feet,” Tessa said.

“I'll do that,” I lied. “I've got to get some studying done, but I'll chat you up later.”

“Sure thing, girl. And, if he does come out to New York, just make sure you're careful. He's got a reputation, and I'm not sure that you being his sister would stop James Coleman from being James Coleman.”

“
Stepsister
. And I will be careful.”

I thought that Tessa must have picked up the tone in my voice when I kept correcting her. “Is anything else wrong?”

I wanted to spill everything to her. I wanted to tell her about how James had fucked me, how I was so confused, how I wished we could just cuddle on the couch and have a slumber party, but I couldn't. I couldn't tell her about the mixed emotions surging through my stomach every time I thought of James. “No,” I said.

“Is it Dennis?” she asked,

“It's not Dennis, I haven't heard from him since...” I trailed off.

“Right. Well, whatever's bothering you, you take care of yourself.”

“You take care, too,” I said, hanging up.

I stared at the stage as I set my phone on the table and tried to think of what to do next. They were setting it up to be used for the poetry reading, and I didn't really want to stay for that. I threw the rest of the coffee down my throat, tucked the band schedule in my pocket, then made for the door. Anne caught my eye on the way out. “I'll see you Thursday?” she asked.

I smiled. “I'd like that,” I said. She smiled even wider and turned to her next customer. I wasn't sure where I'd be on Thursday, but that didn't stop me from being nice.

I
t was even colder out now, but luckily the walk was short back to James' apartment. When I got there, I kept all my clothes on. I sat on his beautiful sofa and turned on the TV, but I didn't recognize any of the local channels. Luckily, he had a premium movie channel, so I just turned that on and waited.

I wasn't paying attention to the movie, but it was some kind of serious drama. It definitely wasn't a softcore porn, but there was one love-making scene right in the middle of it. The girl in the scene was in her mid-20s and beautiful, but I was definitely concentrating more on the guy.

He was muscular, serious, and had just a hint of stubble. He was definitely older, but I couldn't help but look at the way he moved.

The way that the actor on TV was kissing the actress, I knew that there was real chemistry between them, just the same way there was real chemistry between me and James. With every thrust, the girl seemed to be building in ecstasy.

I imagined James, reliving the way his brows came together when he climaxed. The way his body took control of mine. I hated the way he was always in control, but I loved it, too.

My eyes went back to the screen, but the good part was already ending and it was back to the drama.
Figures
, I thought.
Just when it was getting good.

I watched the rest of the movie, but didn't really have any idea what was going on it. My mind was still racing with thoughts about how the rest of the day had gone. About what was going on in my own body right now. As the credits started, I wondered what I would do next. My phone chirped. A message from James told me exactly how I'd be spending the rest of the evening.

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I
'll be home in ten minutes. I want you in bed and ready for me.

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I
thought about texting back something sarcastic, but I had felt robbed earlier when he had to leave and I didn't want anything to derail this.

I stripped down to my underwear and bra and found myself back in his bed, wrapped in his sheets.

I was ready for more.

I
heard him open the door to the apartment and walk in. His footsteps were just as deliberate as they had been when he had come home earlier.

“Allie?” he called.

“In here,” I yelled back.

“Good,” he said as he walked in the doorway. He had already thrown off his suit coat. Now he was unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.

“I was wondering if you were just going to tear off every one of those,” I said, smiling up at him.

He laughed. “Do you have any idea how much these cost? They're monogrammed.”

I pouted. “Oh, poor baby. I guess you'll just have to buy yourself some more.”

“I guess so,” he said. He left his shirt open and kicked off his shoes. He crawled into bed with his shirt and pants still on.

I licked my lips in anticipation as he crawled on to the bed until he was on all fours on top of me. I reached up and kissed him, running my tongue along his salty lower lip as my legs curled around him and my hands slid under his unbuttoned shirt and pushed it down his muscled arms. He was hot under my hands. I ran them back up over his strong shoulders, squeezing his muscles, then down his hard, toned chest. I slid them over his pants and felt the weight of his growing erection hanging down between his legs. I nipped his lip with my teeth.

“Aren’t we feeling playful?” he asked, before pressing his lips to mine and kissing his way down to my neck. It tickled and I giggled, lifting my hips up into his as I felt his cock pressing into me, feeling him begin to thicken and grow with more urgency now I had hold of him.