Stepbrother's Gift (3 page)

I tucked it into the pouch inside my purse, texted Tessa, then finished putting away my panties and the rest of my underthings. When I finished, I checked my phone for messages. Tessa had responded:

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I
'm working all night, but I'll see you tomorrow for some fun! Call later!

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I
looked forward to seeing her. I wished I could see her tonight, but it was dinner with James and the family tonight. I put on a fresh blouse and skirt, something to tease his eyes but nothing too revealing to wear to dinner with my parents, then headed downstairs.

When I got there, Nancy was setting out plates. “Allie! So nice to see you!” She ran up to me and gave me a hug, and I gave her a nice big hug back. Nancy had always been more of a friend than a stepmother to me, acting more like a teenager at times than a woman in her mid-40s.

“Nice to see you too, Nancy,” I said, and I meant it. I did kind of miss having a mom up in college, someone to steer me away from the wrong guys, the wrong decisions. My dad was still in the living room, which was next to the dining room, so I plopped down next to him on the couch. He wrapped his arm around me, letting me snuggle against him as if I had never left. A few minutes later I heard Nancy's cell phone ringing.

“Hello? James! Yes. Yes, of course. Yes, that's fine. Well, we'll see you then. Bye, sweetie.” I only heard one half of the conversation, but I knew what it meant. James wouldn't be coming for dinner. I definitely wondered if he'd even make it for Christmas.

“Was that James?” Dad asked.

“Uh huh,” Nancy said.

“Business?”

“Uh huh,” Nancy repeated, her voice falling slightly. It had the ring of familiarity that felt like they had done this a thousand times before.

After that, Dad was excited to hear every little bit about my school in New York. As we sat down for dinner (chicken and mashed potatoes, James' favorite), Nancy seemed to love hearing every little detail of my city lifestyle. I realized that I'd love to have her hang out with me out there some time.

Still, the 800 pound gorilla in the room was the empty chair where James should have been sitting.

***

A
fter dinner, I stripped down to my panties, socks and bra and grabbed an old pair of pajamas from my closet. I crawled in bed, thinking that nobody would bother me for the rest of the night.

Just as I started to doze off, I heard the roar of an engine being revved in the driveway. My eyes shot open. I'd remember that sound anywhere.

***

I
t was the first day of my freshman year. James was a senior at the time and one of the most popular boys with his handsome charm and easy athleticism.

I was the opposite, of course. Awkward, petite, mousy, invisible.

I had been terrified by the size of the school. Everyone looked and acted so old, and the aggressiveness of the boys disturbed me. I had spent my entire life at an all girls prep school up to that point, and James was the only soul I knew on the entire campus.

I had to take the bus to school that first day. In the meantime, James had somehow sweet-talked my dad into getting him a mustang. I had heard my dad grumbling about the kid's negotiation skills even back then.

I was hoping that James would do me a favor and let me be seen riding home with him in that beautiful car. It might have made it easier for me to make some friends, or at least avoid being tortured by the older girls. To be seen with him would be a sort of stamp of approval.

It took all my courage to run out to the parking lot after the bell rang and ask him. But to my horror he shook me off, nearly knocking me over in the process, and laughed in my face. “Go take the bus, freshman.”

I blushed, embarrassed, and hurried back into the building with my tail between my legs, but not before half the senior girls saw what happened.

James had basically told the world it was open season on me as far as they were concerned, and the girls didn’t hesitate to take his cue. He was the top dog, so if he scorned me, then everyone else took it that they should too. While the girls at my old prep school had done some mean things to each other, these bitches didn’t stop at mean. They went straight for humiliating. Four years later and I still hadn’t gotten over some of the things they had put me through that first year.

***

B
ut that was the old Allison
, I thought to myself as I looked out the window. Of course that old Mustang was long gone, wrapped around a tree his freshman year of college. Now he had a yellow Camaro, even more beautiful than that old Mustang had ever been.

I heard the engine turn off and, a few moments later, the doorbell rang. From Nancy's delighted scream as the door opened, I could guess her boy was home. I was picturing James grabbing her and lifting her off her feet with one of his big bear hugs, usually reserved exclusively for Nancy. He might be a jerk with everyone else, but you didn’t dare touch his mother.

As I heard the dark rumble of his voice echoing up the stairs, I tried to make out what they were talking about, but it was impossible. Especially once my dad finally made it over to welcome him and added his booming voice to the mix.

I wondered if I should get up and go downstairs. My parents knew I was napping, so I didn’t have to, but I was curious to see him again. He had looked... I don't know,
different
on all the magazine covers. The change had shocked me. Give the boy a few million, and suddenly he was a man.

It still surprised me that James was an actual business man. He had hit it big after his little start up my dad had bankrolled was invested in by some big Wall Street firm. I didn’t really understand what he did, but it was some sort of software that did math things that stock traders could use to make a lot of money.

Yeah, he was handsome and smart. And a total ass. Most of the time, anyway.

I was getting up to go say hello when I saw myself in the mirror. The old Allie stared back at me in her silly pajamas.

Hell no.

Maybe I would just sneak a peak at him down the stairwell and wait until I was dressed in that little black dress to have our official reintroduction. When he saw me for the first time I wanted to make an impression.

No
, I corrected myself, slowly opening my door and tiptoeing to the edge of the stairs.
You want to make him want you, you twisted girl.

I saw James' laptop bag by the door and could hear their voices moving around downstairs. I waited until I heard his shoes on the wood floor and craned my neck further. Then I saw him.

Tall, dark and handsome. Just like always.

He reached down, grabbing his bag, and when he turned around, he looked straight up at me.

“Well, hello, little sister.” He flashed his most charming smile. When he got a look at my outfit he raised his eyebrows, as if impressed. “Aren’t we looking good?”

I gave him a sarcastic smile, flipped him off, and retreated to my room.

So much for making that first impression.

I
heard them talking and laughing for a while down in the living room while I tried to fall asleep. Then I heard his door shut. Mercifully, I fell asleep before he decided to torture me like he did in high school.

When I woke up the next day, all I wanted to do was take a shower. I had set up all my stuff to take a shower last night, but decided that sleep was what I wanted more at the time. Right now, I could hear someone in there, but it would be so nice to finally get some time in that water.

I kept playing on my phone until I heard the water turn off. A moment later, I heard James' door shut, and I immediately went to use the shower myself.

It was a disaster area.

My shaving cream was sprayed in a circle on the mirror. In the middle of the circle, my eyeshadow had been used to draw a pair of eyes and my lipstick had been used to draw a mouth.

My jaw dropped. That jerk used to do this to me all the time in high school, messing with my stuff just to keep me on my toes. His invasion of my privacy was what led me to create the secret compartment in my dresser. However, we weren't in high school anymore, and I didn't feel like playing these stupid games. I was a new woman, not to be fucked with. I turned the water on in the shower quickly, then decided this had to be dealt with now.

I stormed out of the bathroom and over to his bedroom. “Hey, asshole,” I started, barging in without knocking. “You-”

James stood there, back to me and completely naked. Water still dripped in tiny rivulets down his hair and onto his back. I could see that perfectly sculpted ass and that muscular back. He turned his head toward me, then gave me that infuriating smirk. “Yes?”

For a moment, his cockiness jolted me out of my shock. “We're not in high school anymore. You can't mess with...” I trailed off as he continued to turn his body toward me, his massive cock hanging there between his legs. Water still beaded on the head of it. My eyes fixated on it, and I lost my train of thought. “You...”

“You shouldn't have looked, dear sister.” That cocky smirk stayed on his face as he gestured to his very impressive cock. He was like a chiseled marble statue.  “Now you're going to compare every man you ever sleep with to
this
.”

I could feel myself getting wetter with every passing moment. Still, I had to break away. “You- you- don't touch my stuff, you jerk.” My voice sounded hollow even in my own ears. I turned and reached for the doorknob. I made the mistake of turning back around to give him one last angry look, and saw that he had just started to get a little hard.

I turned and fled to the bathroom.

***

I
n the bathroom, the hot water had filled the room with steam. I unwrapped myself from the towel, tucked my hair into a shower cap, and stepped under the warm spray, wanting to wash away the embarrassment. How was it that I saw
him
naked, and I was the one that was ashamed? How did he
do
that?

I turned, letting the water massage my chest. My breasts were sensitive and the water felt good. I ran my hands over them, grazing my nipples. The throbbing hadn’t stopped between my legs, and I wanted desperately to reach down and touch myself, but I wouldn’t do it. I had managed to go the past year without giving into fantasizing about him and I wasn’t going to start up again now.

But all I could think about was what his cock would look like when he was fully aroused. I let my imagination wander.
I saw him standing in the bathroom, stroking himself for me until he was thick and hard. He dropped his towel and then tore mine off. He grabbed me, running his hands all over my body, pinching my breasts and gripping my hips. He turned me around, forced me over the vanity, pushing this hardness between my thighs...

I had to stop this!

I held my breasts, massaging them in my hands and tugging at my nipples with my fingers. I imagined they were his hands fondling me. I let a finger trace a line down my belly and between my legs. Just a light caress. Nothing more. Even with the water running, I could feel I was wet with my own juices.

As I rubbed myself, I thought about my days back in high school. This wouldn't be the first time I touched myself while thinking of him.

I thought of that time when I was still a virgin, when I heard him sneak in with some bimbo from high school. I had never even seen a pornographic movie at that point, but the girl moaned like a professional. My brother kept trying to keep her quiet, kissing her and telling her to shut up, but the wall we had shared was thin. I had furiously played with myself while thinking of myself making those kinds of noises underneath him, and it had been a favorite fantasy of mine for a long time.

I kept rubbing my pussy, thinking that if he were in this shower with me, I'd be making those sounds now. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as the first orgasm of the day coursed through my body. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I remembered the sounds she made, the way she seemed to lose control.

I had done this more often than I cared to admit, even to myself. I loved the way he treated me, even if I hated it at the same time. I'd do anything for men who treated me like James did. My senior year, a boy named Justin had teased me. He barely held a candle to the way that James had gotten under my skin, but I had fallen for it all the same. After he had seen Tessa and I at the movie theater, he had offered us a smoke. He made fun of me for coughing, and we started talking. Tessa left shortly after that, but I stayed.

It was one insult after another with him, and it had somehow worked on me. I had followed him back to his car. He had known that I wanted to get fucked, but he hadn't known that I was a virgin. In the dark back of that car, I had imagined James crawling on top of me. Even as the boy fumbled with his junk and showed me just how inexperienced he was, I imagined James, and I tried my best to moan like that slut on the other side of the wall.

As I played with myself in the shower, I wanted to moan just like I had then. For a moment, I lost myself in the moment, and a tiny squeak left my body. As I realized how many people could hear me if I had a full-on orgasmic moan, I swallowed a gasp and took my hand away. I couldn’t do this. I was going to drive myself crazy.

I rinsed off quickly. I needed to get clothes on. Right now. The rest of the day around James was going to be torture.

I
wanted to look my best tonight, even if I was just going to go out with Tessa. There were a lot of guys home for Christmas and maybe I could pick up someone to take my mind off of James. I picked out my best thong panties and a black lace bra. It had a hot pink bow tie between the cups and would go perfectly with my new dress. After I slipped them on, I studied myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door.

The cups were pushups, and made my firm little breasts look more tempting than they deserved to be. The black lace thong fit nicely, and when I turned, I saw that they made my little butt look rounder. Yet again, I was amazed at what the right clothes could do for a girl. At the thought, I remembered my heels and Nicole’s promise, and decided to slip them on and see if she was right.