My Stepbrother

“No matter what happens, I want you to be nice to him,” my mother was telling me for the tenth time. “He’s had a difficult time.”

Whose fault was that, I asked myself. It certainly wasn’t mine. And I never said I wasn’t going to be nice to him. Where was that coming from?

“Did you hear me?” she asked.

“I heard. I don’t know why you’d assume that I’m not going to be nice to him,” I whined a little bit on that one.

My mother shook her head and went back to the other room to finish the cake she was decorating for his arrival. The ‘him’ in all this was my step-brother Ryan, whom I’d just found out about three days ago. Three fucking days ago. He’s seventeen, just like me, but, unlike me, he got in trouble at school. He’s lived his whole life in California, and he has school in the summer. I heard my mother and step-father talking, and from what I ‘overheard’, he didn’t want to go during the summer.

Anyway, he’s coming here to Texas for his senior year.

When I was ten years old, I really wanted a brother. My father was killed traveling to an oil rig in the Gulf when I was eight, and two years later, my mother married Richard. I was discovering that I liked boys instead of girls. My friends at school seemed to either want to stay little kids or pretend they were adults. I felt lost. Afloat on a sea of loneliness, I withdrew into my own world of writing, drawing, and piano lessons. How I could have used a brother then. And to think, I had a step-brother that I didn’t know about.

I sighed and looked out the window. I’d grown up a lot since that boy of ten looked out the window and watched his mother return from her honeymoon with Richard. Some of the friendships that had drifted apart had grown back together. I wasn’t popular by any stretch of the imagination; I still did my best to fly under the radar. Would Ryan be like me?

Or would he be like Garett Johnson? Head quarterback and chief asshole, who shoved me into my locker and told me that he knew I wanted to suck his cock but that I would never get the chance. Then he called me a pussy boy. He was wrong. I didn’t want anything to do with him.

Or would he be like Tristan Williams? Best short-stop our school has ever had. High batting average, the face of a fashion model, muscles that don’t stop (I saw him working out without a shirt once), and a decent human being. He told Garrett to fuck off and leave his friend alone. Then he turned to me and said, “Let me know if he bothers you again.” I was in lust with Tristan. I would gladly have been Tristan’s pussy boy.

I heard the car pull into the driveway. I watched as a very physically fit guy got out of the passenger side of the car and went around to the trunk. Richard joined him. They were almost the same height which meant that I was taller by about two inches. I heard shouting. Were they yelling at each other? I’d never heard Richard yell before.

Both of them were red-faced when they came into the house. I wasn’t sure what to say. I walked over to Ryan and put my hand out. “Hi, Ryan. I’m Dale. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Dale?” he asked with a bit of a nasty tone. “As in Chip and Dale?” Then he laughed. “Just show me which room I’m in, or am I sleeping on the porch?”

That was mean. So that’s the kind of guy he is. I hoped the sucker punch wasn’t registering on my face.

“Stop being an asshole!” Richard yelled at him.

My mother walked into the room. “Hello, Ryan. I’m Barbara.”

Ryan just stared at her.

“You must be tired from your trip. Dale will show you to your room. If you want to shower, or nap, or whatever, feel free. This is your home now, too.”

Even as he said, “Thanks,” he did it with an attitude.

I grabbed his bag from where he dropped it next to the door. “Come on, Ryan. It’s upstairs.” I remembered that my mother told me to be nice to him. I couldn’t imagine what kind of ‘difficult’ time had turned him into such an asshole, but I was determined not to let him turn me into one. I opened the door to his room and let him walk in first. Fuck, but he had a great ass. “We share a bathroom through that door.” I pointed to the door.

“Thanks.” He turned to grab the bag from my hand.

Fuck he was really good looking, too.

He closed the door in my face.

I can’t lock the bathroom door from my side, I thought. I wondered whether he might slit my throat in the middle of the night.

I went to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I took my phone from the nightstand and looked at it. No messages. Not surprising; there never were. I put my head on my pillow. Images of Ryan danced in my head, not one of them smiling. I wondered what he looked like if he smiled. I wondered how many guys would bend over for him if he did. I’m not sure how long it took me to doze off, but I was awakened by a ding from my phone.

A text from my mom. “Dinner’s ready. Tell Ryan.”

I went into the bathroom to wash my hands, and there stood Ryan, completely naked. “Uh. Dinner’s ready,” I stammered. Meanwhile my eyes ate up the vision of manhood that stood before me. Nice defined biceps, great pecs, flat stomach with the beginnings of a six pack, wonderful legs, and a perfect dick. Between 6 and 7 inches with a foreskin that just covered the edge of what looked to be a perfectly sized head.

“Take a good look at it now, so you can jerk off to it later,” he sneered.

Jerk off to it? It looked like the perfect size to suck. I’d never sucked one, but I’d like to practice on that one. I know we weren't genetically related, but I kept thinking that my cock looked to be about the same size.

Be nice, I told myself. “I assume you work out.”

“Uh, yeah,” his reply told me he wasn’t expecting me to be nice.

“The results are impressive, but you’ll need some clothes before coming down to dinner. I’ll wait for you in the hall.” I washed my hands and ignored his confused look. He was goading me; I wasn’t going to take the bait. I walked back into my room. I left the bathroom door open, and I waited for him at the top of the stairs.

The tension at the dinner table was palpable. Richard stared at Ryan. Ryan stared at his food. My mother kept looking from her plate to Richard’s. I kept glancing at all three of them. Richard and my mom ate their food mindlessly. Ryan just played with his.

When Richard finished, he announced that he and my mother were going out to the movies. It must have been a last minute decision because I usually knew about these things in advance. The two of them got up and left the house in silence. As soon as they were gone, Ryan ate the rest of his food. He got up and rinsed his plate and put it in the dishwasher. I cleared the other dishes, and he helped me.

“Thanks, Ryan,” I told him.

“Stop it!”

“What?” I was confused.

“Stop being nice to me, and stop staring at me.”

“I’m not staring at you.”

He shoved me into the wall. “You’re staring at me all the time. It’s because you want me, isn’t it?”

“No,” I lied. Yes, I wanted him. He was the sweetest bit of eye candy I had ever seen, and the meaner he was to me, the more I wanted him. Just having him hold my arms to the wall, pinning me in place, made my dick throb.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I don’t think so. Richard told me you’re a fag; he told me not to say anything anti-gay. He wants to make sure I don’t hurt your feelings.”

“Let me go.” I insisted as I tried to work myself loose.

“No.”

“Tell me, does Richard know that you’re a fag?”

Ryan pushed my arms even harder against the wall. Anger contorted his face. I was afraid he might punch me.

Then he pushed his mouth against mine and kissed me. It was my first kiss. And when Ryan let go of my arms, I grabbed his head with my hands and held him there against me.

He pulled away. He glared at me; it frightened me. “Fuck you!” he shouted, and he ran upstairs and slammed the door to his room.

I caught my breath and finished cleaning up. I went upstairs to my room, got into bed, and stared at the ceiling in the darkness. I felt defeated and sad. I got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I finished, I thought I heard sobbing. I went to Ryan’s door. He was crying. I rapped gently on the door and opened it.

“Ryan? Are you OK?”

Silence.

I opened the door a little more. I could see his silhouette sitting on the edge of his bed. I went over and sat right next to him. I put my arm around him.

“Why can’t things be easy?” I asked him.

“I don’t know,” his voice sounded as though he’d been crying for quite a while.

“All I wanted was for you to like me.” I felt myself tear up.

“I do like you. I wanted to hate you. I wanted to hate everything about this place.”

“Why?”

“Because my mom doesn’t love me anymore, and she forced my dad to take me. He doesn’t love me either.”

“But I heard him tell my mom he was kind of excited that you were coming. He said he’d missed out on a lot of things. He was hoping to try to make up for some of it.”

“He said that?”

“Yeah. I eavesdrop a lot,” I laughed a little bit. “How else will I know what’s going on?”

He laughed a little bit, too. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“I enjoyed the kiss.”

“I did, too,” Ryan admitted. “But it scared me.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “I have feelings for you, Ryan. Sexual feelings. I’m really attracted to you.”

“Me, too, but we’re brothers. It’s wrong.”

“We’re not brothers, you goof. We’re step-brothers. We aren’t related by blood.”

“So, it’s OK that I want you to fuck me?”

“Yeah, it’s OK, but let’s get things clear,” I put my free hand on his knee and squeezed it, “I want you to fuck me. You really turn me on; your dick turns me on, too.”

“I’m sorry about teasing you with it. I was trying to make you uncomfortable. I thought that it would be easier to hate you if you hated me back.”

“You silly man.” I pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him, gently this time; he kissed me back.

“Do you think we’ll have time to fuck each other before they come back?” he asked me.

“I’m not sure; I hope so. I’ve got condoms in my room.”

“Lead the way,” exclaimed Ryan as he jumped up.

I took him to my room and reached under the bed. A little zippered pouch held the prizes. I took one out for each of us and reached into my nightstand for the lubricant.

Ryan removed all his clothing. “You can suck my dick if you want to,” he said.

“Yeah, well, you can suck mine,” I retorted. Ryan got on his knees and pulled my pants down. He started sucking, but he was terrible at it. He wasn’t very impressed with my first attempt either. We decided we needed to do some research on the subject.

Ryan sat up on the bed. “Are you going to fuck me first?” I leaned over and kissed him. I smiled. He was as nervous as I was. I pulled his balls into my mouth one at a time and swirled the tip of my tongue around each. I moved from there to his taint and then on to his ass. He clenched his fists into tight balls. I kissed his pucker and tongued the circumference. My cock was swollen and hard, and I realized just how much I wanted him.

“I am ready,” I said. “I want to be inside you.”

Ryan pulled a condom from the bag. “Here. I don’t want to wait. Put your cock in me.”

As I tore open the package and slipped the condom on, Ryan put lubricant on the outside of his hole. I rubbed the head of my now covered cock against his hole.

“Dale, push your dick into my pussy.” Ryan pulled his ass cheeks apart with his fingers. I expected my cock to slide inside him. “You have to push it harder.” I did, and the head of my cock popped inside of him.

Ryan let out a gasp, “Fucking hell. Your dick didn’t seem that big.”

“I guess your pussy is smaller than we thought,” I chuckled.

“Stop laughing and fuck me,” he sounded angry and then began to laugh as well.

I continued to push. Jeff emptied his lungs by blowing air out rapidly, and my penis slid into him. The feeling was incredible. Pressure surrounded my entire shaft instead of a finger or two pressing it as when I jerked off. I felt the urge to do two things. The first was the desire to kiss Ryan, so I leaned forward and pressed our lips together. His tongue darted into my mouth. I began to suck on it.

The second urge was to begin thrusting in and out of his ass. It was almost as if I didn’t have control over myself. The pleasure was indescribable. I wanted to push myself completely inside of him, and when I was in up to the hilt. I couldn’t escape the need to pull out so that I could plunge back in again. I found that I was increasing the speed with each thrust.

Somehow I had pinned Ryan down with my arms over the backs of his knees and my hands pulling his shoulders up to me. I could not stop kissing him when suddenly I thrust into him and unloaded my seed. I shuddered twice and then my body went limp.

As I caught my breath, he whispered. “Stay inside me, Dale. I have this feeling like I am filled with you. I don’t want it to stop.”

We stayed that way for a minute or so, but as my breathing became more normal, I felt my dick soften. I reached down to hold the condom as I slipped out of him.

“Fuck, Ryan, in my wildest imagination, I didn’t expect it to feel that wonderful.”

“I felt it when you came; I could tell that you were squirting your load inside me, even though it was into a condom. I want you to hold me.”

“I can’t wait to feel it. I want you to fuck me.”

“I will, just hold me a little more.

I held him, and even when drowsiness overcame us, I still held him. I was still holding him, both of us naked, with a condom wrapper on the bed, and a used condom dangling from my cock, when Richard and my mom walked into the room.