Surge : A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

Chapter
9 Samantha – Love is Futile

        I haven’t yet responded to Mick’s text. I’m thinking a little too much
about what would be appropriate as a response. When I give our relationship the
thought I feel it deserves, there is a realization that, I don’t know who he is.
It makes me feel uneasy. Sure I know him as a brother, but not as a man. This
is all too weird.
       
        I have given up too much, too soon, caught up in the one passionate
moment that changed our relationship forever. But that ship has sailed—I did
kind of fuck him on a first date. Well really, before our first date. Wow, I
need to slow this whole thing down. Things are already out of hand
.

        I stare blankly at my phone, hoping that the
response will magically appear on its own.
How should I respond to this? Where
am I supposed to go from here? Do I continue this relationship, or should I
back off?

I am so attracted to him,
perhaps too much and I really like him. If I’m being honest with myself, the
time we spent on the beach was pure magic. That was the most amazing sex I’ve
ever had with anybody. How could I possibly top that moment? Was that the best
it was ever going to get?

        I’m not sure what to do. If I don’t respond,
it is definitely rude, but if I do respond, where do we go from here?

My phone begins to
vibrate in my hand, giving me a fright. It’s Mick, again.

“Are you OK?”

        Well, now I have to respond. Otherwise, it’s
just rude. Besides, what harm could come of this? It’s just a conversation. I
don’t have to do anything more.

       
“Yes, I am OK. Sorry I didn’t respond.”

        “
What are you doing now?”

        “What do you mean? It’s 6am.”

        “Can I call you, I want to hear
your voice.”

        I do want to hear his voice, I can picture is
his smile. Well, his smile and his muscles. He has the most amazing body. When he
touched me, he me made me burn inside. I wanted him more than I knew, or was
willing to admit. This all feels so dangerous. My fingers type faster than my
mind can think, or else I may have said no.

        “OK, call me.” Butterflies flitter in my
stomach.

        My heart beats fast as I wait for the phone to
ring. It feels like I am a teenager in high school, waiting for a boy to call. I
sit up in my bed, nervously biting my lip just as the phone rings. I take a
deep breath and answer it.

        “Hello?”

        “Hi, Sam.”

        The low rumble of his voice rocks me gently,
and I lie down. “How are you,   Mick?”

        “I’m doing great. Pretty crazy times at the
water, wouldn’t you say?”

        “It was crazy, but I didn’t mind.”
 

        What am I saying? My mouth has betrayed
me—again! And my body is throwing itself at Mick. I can feel warmth again
between my legs. Unconsciously, I place my hand on my pussy, just enough to
feel the sensation.

        “That was the hottest thing I have ever done,
Sam. You are amazing.”

        “I have to agree with that.”

        “I thought about you all night. I wasn’t sure
you wanted to speak to me.”

        “I didn’t. You scare me, Mick.” What is coming
out of my mouth? Honesty and dating never go together.

        “How could I scare you?”

        “You are a big-time star. I just figure you
chew girls like me up and spit them out.”

        “That’s not who I am.”

        “Really? Who are you, Mick?”

        “Are you sure you want to know?”

        “No.”

        “I have to see you.”

        “Why don’t you?”

        “My time is so limited now, with the US Open
coming up, but all I can think of is you.”

        “See, you’re just a big-time star. No time for
the little people.”

        The impossibility of our situation starts becoming
clear. Mick is not a guy I can just call and have him come over whenever I
want. That’s the catch with him. He probably travels all the time. I want to
see him more now that I know I may not be able to.

        “Sam, that’s not fair.”

        “Come over now.”

        “What do you mean?”

“My address is 3
Silverado Drive. Why don’t you come over and see me?” I know he won’t do it. I
wait smugly, silently for his answer.

        “OK, I will be there in thirty minutes.”

        “Uh….”

        Shock, utter shock and terror shoot through my
body. What am I supposed to do now? He’s called my bluff. Is this what I want
to happen? I don’t know anything about this guy, even if he is my stepbrother.

I rifle through my mind
for an appropriate response, or an excuse to make him not come over. Even if I was
going to allow him to come over, I’m not showered. I haven’t eaten.
Oh, God,
what did I just do?!

I’ve formulated the
perfect excuse about my lessons for the day. What comes out of my mouth, though,
surprises me.

        “Okay, see you soon.”

        My brain and my libido are at war. I know this
isn’t a good idea, but I can’t deny the fact that I want to be with him. I have
to see him again. Throwing down the phone, I immediately run into the shower.
        As I tear my clothes off in front of the mirror, I catch a glimpse of
myself and stop. Examining the bags under my eyes and my large ass, I give
myself a disgusted look.
You need to work out more, girl, and get more
sleep.
No time for regrets now—I clean myself up in record time and dry my
hair just as I hear a knock at the door.

        Butterflies swarm in my stomach. Taking one
last look in the mirror, I make my way to the door. Peering through the
peephole, I see Mick shuffling back and forth from one foot to the other. He’s certainly
not the only one who’s nervous.

I take a deep breath and
open the door. There he stands, looking hot as ever. He’s wearing his usual
board shorts and flip flops, and his dirty blond, curly hair rests carelessly on
top of his head. His blue eyes peer at me as if to say, your move. I can feel
him staring into me. It’s as if he knows what I am thinking. A cocky smirk spreads
across his face.

I back away from the door
as Mick enters the room like he’s stalking his prey. He lunges forward and catches
me around the waist. Staring up at him breathlessly, I’m unable to form words. My
lips part, as do his, when he finally comes in for a long-awaited kiss. As his
lips meet mine, a twinge of excitement courses through my body. All of my
tension drifts away.

        I breathe in Mick’s scent. He has a smell that
makes me trust him, it comforts me and makes me feel whole. It’s a fragrance I can
recognize with my eyes closed. In fact, my eyes are closed as I enjoy the
passionate kiss that Mick has been pressing on me.

Mick backs me up over to
my couch and gently helps me down. His hands probe my breasts. He rubs and squeezes
them, causing my nipples to perk up to meet him. As he lays on top of me, he begins
to grind his already hard cock into me. Even through his shorts, I can feel the
enormity of his member.

He leaves my lips and
began kissing my neck, and my eyelids flutter in a display of uncontrolled ecstasy.
He slips one hand under the back of my shirt and unhooks my bra. It makes me a
little uneasy at how expertly he removes it, but I’m too involved in the moment
to give it much more thought.

        I stroke his back, feeling his solid frame. My
body burns with a fire fit for a supernova. I want to feel his hands on my
skin. I surrender myself to him and wait for him to make the next move. My hands
betray me as they creep under his shirt, stroking at his washboard stomach.

It’s amazing to me that
someone could be in this kind of shape. Mick rights himself, straddling me as I
lay down, one leg on either side of my torso. He lifts his loosely fitted shirt
over his head, and I rake my gaze over his abs and chest. He is magnificently
built. I rub his muscular legs and work my way up to his cock, which is tugging
at his shorts. Mick looks at me with the same expectant smirk that he wore when
I let him in.

It’s a cocky smile, which
if interpreted the wrong way, could be misconstrued as selfish and arrogant. I’m
not sure how I feel about it, but this moment isn’t one for deep thought. This is
a moment of carnal desire.

Reaching for his zipper,
I fumble to open it. Mick, growing impatient, does it himself. His cock springs
out of its prison. I know I’ve just seen his cock, but somehow it looks larger
than before. It stands proud and tall, and when I try to grab it, he grabs my
wrist. First one, then the other. I smile at his display of dominance. Mick inches
his way up to my face and puts his cock just beyond my mouth’s reach. I want to
lick it. I want to suck it. I want to please Mick. He won’t let me—he tortures me,
leaving his cock just inches from my mouth. Then, with just a small press of
his hips, he lets me suck the tip.

It’s a struggle to get to
it, but I manage. I lick along the shaft with Mick controlling my hands. Rhythmically,
he begins fucking my face, and as he lets go with one hand, I feel disappointed
at the lack of control. A moment later, however, I find he is only taking off
his belt to bind my wrists. I continue to suck his cock as he wraps my hands
with the belt. I can still move my hands back and forth, but not separate them.

“Don’t move your hands,”
he tells me. “Nod if you understand.”

        Nodding is all I’ve really been doing anyway, as
I suck his cock, but I let him know that I submit to him. He then reaches back
with one hand and begins rubbing my pussy. I am so wet that his fingers slip
all over the place. I watch him as he half turns around and his ab muscles strain
from the work I’m doing on his cock. It is now that I lose myself. I cannot
concentrate on what he’s doing and suck his cock.

Mick stops rubbing my
pussy, which is almost painful, because his hands feel so good. He gets off of
me and takes off my shorts and panties. He then pulls my shirt up, but can’t
remove it due to my bound hands.

As he spreads my legs,
heat builds up in my center, and he turns me so I am at the edge of the couch, then
kneels down on the floor. Mick dives into my pussy with such reckless abandon
that I’m not sure if he’s going to go in too far. To my surprise, his gentle
tongue makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. I put my arms over my head
and reach for the top of the couch, or anything to hold onto. An orgasm begins
to well up inside me. I try to fight it back with all I have, but the feeling proves
too intense—I am a passenger now, and I have no control. As I come, my body shakes
and my hands spring forward, striking Mick on the back. He doesn’t move a
muscle, like he doesn’t even feel it.

Breathlessly, I stare at
him as he rises to my face for a kiss. My bound hands are wrapped around his
neck. Mick picks me up and carries me into my bedroom, laying me down softly on
the bed, but not unbinding my hands. His cock is still as hard as it was when I
first saw it. Exhausted, I lay immobilized, waiting for him to penetrate me. As
he enters, the sensation is so overwhelming I come right back to life. My arms
now over my head, I watch as his cock thrusts deep into my pussy. Mick looks into
my eyes as he fucks me, which only makes the moment that much more intense. Soon
Mick is pistoning in and out of me at breakneck pace until I recognize his
point of no return. He’s now bouncing me violently on the bed in pursuit of his
orgasm, until with one final push, we both come simultaneously.

Mick lies atop me, not
moving. We are both utterly spent. Before pulling out of me, he unbinds my
wrists and holds me tightly. We lay there in a storybook pose for several
minutes, until the moment is broken by the sound of his voice.

        “I gotta piss. Be right back.”

        Wow, there’s a moment killer. How could it go
from so good to so bad so quickly? Men…Mick jumps off the bed like his ass is on
fire and leaves me alone. My phone buzzes, so I pick it up. It’s a text.

       
“Sam, it’s Jennifer, you better look at
this.”

        As I click the link, I see a picture of me and
Mick from the day before, naked on the beach. I can only make out my face when I
zoom in and my body is covered by my arm and hands.
Good Lord, how
embarrassing.
My heart pounds, thinking Mick is going to be pissed once he
sees it. I wonder about the fallout from the picture for me, as well. What an
idiot I was.
You have not been making the best decisions these days.
I
text back to Jennifer.

       
“That is definitely not good.”

        “
I know, Sam. You didn’t know he had a
girlfriend?”

       
What the hell is she talking about? Mick doesn’t
have a girlfriend. How would she even know that? I’m his stepsister—shouldn’t I
be the one who’s more informed?