Unchained: A Stepbrother Romance (2 page)

The rising sun crept through the blinds waking me up earlier than I wanted. I instantly remembered everything that happened last night and covered my face with the covers. This was the one day I didn't want to get out of bed.

I looked at the clock and realized that my mom wouldn't be up for at least another thirty minutes. If I could get dressed and out of the house before that, I would miss her completely. The more time that passed, the easier the punishment would be. At least, that's how it had been in the past.

I quickly jumped out of bed and put on jeans and a t-shirt. I grabbed all my makeup, deciding to do it in the parking lot at school. With my keys and backpack in hand, I opened my bedroom door silently. I listened for any sounds and heard nothing. I sneaked down the stairs, making sure to avoid the steps that made creaks. I saw the front door and I was almost home free. I put my hand on the knob and opened the door slowly.

I made it!

Nolan yelled from the top of the stairs. “Mom! Penelope is trying to sneak out.”

I shot him daggers and closed the door. “You're a piece of shit, Nolan.”

Nolan smiled and took a bow.

“Penelope!” my mom's voice came from the kitchen. “Where do you think you're going?”

I cringed and took my hand off the door knob. I walked into the kitchen to find my mom sitting at the table with her cup of coffee. She was all dressed and ready for work.
She knew I would try to duck out early.

“I was just going off to school,” I said.

“Park your butt in this chair, young lady.” I plopped down at the kitchen table, dropping my keys and backpack. “Leo told me everything last night--”

“Mom, he has no right to enter my room whenever he wants to,” I interrupted.

“He has
every
right to, Penelope. He may not be your real father but he's the only one who wants the job.” My mom took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Now, we told you that you can't have any boys in your room. Since you can't follow the rules, you're grounded for a month.”

“A whole month!”

“That means you go to school and come straight home. No hanging out with friends and no seeing Thomas.”

“But that's unfair,” I pleaded.

“You should of thought about that before you invited your boyfriend into your room. Now get off to school.”

“But Mom!”

“No more discussion,” she said and walked away. It was over. My life was over.

My friends would stop calling to see if I could hang out. Thomas would dump me for some hotter girl. One month was an eternity.

I went to school that day and told them all the bad news. I knew I would see them at school. But it wasn't going to be the same.

“I can't see you for a whole month?” Thomas asked in disbelief.

“I'll still see you at school,” I replied, trying to reassure him.

“Yeah,” he said in a defeated tone. I knew it was only a matter of time before he found someone else.

Someone who would give it up.

I dreaded going home that night to start my prison sentence. All my instincts told me to run. Run as far away as I could.

But that wasn't realistic. That would only make matters worse.

I went straight home after school and ate dinner with my parents and Nolan in silence. I was too angry at them to make conversation. I broke a rule but the punishment was too severe. They didn't deserve to hear how my day was. I excused myself and went to my room to sulk.

I looked around the bedroom, examining my jail cell. I wasn't confined to my bedroom but I definitely didn't want to hang out in the living room with my parents. Solitary confinement suited me a lot better.

I brought out an old diary that I used to write in middle school. I went through my old entries, reading about my crushes on boys and my friendships that never lasted. I started a new entry complaining about being grounded and my fear of Thomas leaving me.

Then I stopped.

I realized that nothing had changed in the years since I graduated from middle school. I was still that same little girl.

Something had to change.
I needed to change.

I spent the night laying in bed, thinking about my life. What do I want to do after high school? Who do I want to be? I imagined my line of thinking was similar to a convict who just entered prison. At least I wasn't a bad person.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Steam filled the room while I undressed. I washed my body, leaving behind the hard day I experienced. I had the strange feeling again that someone was watching me but when I poked my head out, I didn't see anything.

After drying off, I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door to the hallway.

“How's being grounded?” Nolan snickered as he bumped into me. His eyes traveled down to my barely covered body, taking it all in. They stayed on me a few moments longer than they should have.

I fixed my towel, making sure it covered up all of my curves. “Go suck a cock, Nolan.”

“It would be more cock than you've ever had.” He laughed.

I walked past Nolan and into my bedroom.
Did he just check me out?

I put my diary away and sat in front of my mirror, combing my hair. My fantasy from last night came back to me. Why couldn't I stop thinking about my stepbrother? He was the biggest dick alive but something about his attitude turned me on. He was so confident...

–

“Hey Penelope, I just wanted to say goodnight,” my mom said, cracking open the door.

“Goodnight, Mom. Sorry about the way I acted earlier. I was just angry.”

My mom cocked her head. “Don't think you can get out of being grounded so quickly. It's going to take a lot more than an apology.”

“I know, Mom. I just wanted to tell you how I felt.”

She smiled, forming creases under her eyes. “It's late. Go to bed soon,” she said, closing the door.

I unmade my bed and got in, remembering Thomas and I sneaking under the covers the night before. It was going to be a long while before Thomas and I could finally do it. We could always try and do it at school but that wouldn't be very romantic. But that might be the only way I could keep him.

I turned off my light on the nightstand, seeing the wrapped condom still sitting there. I had forgotten to get rid of it. I slipped it in my drawer, knowing it would get some use eventually. Sleepiness hit me quick and before I knew it, I was dreaming.

I was awoken by a noise late in the night. I peeled my eyes opened and waited for them to adjust to the darkness. My door slowly creaked open, revealing an abyss. Terror filled my beating heart as I sat up in bed to investigate closer. The door opened all the way and a dark man entered my room. I was about to scream for help when I saw that it was just Nolan.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked, clutching my heaving chest.

“Shhhh,” he said, putting his fingers to his lips. “Be quiet, we don't want to wake Mom and Dad.” He softly closed my bedroom door and walked towards my bed. I sat there, wondering what the hell was going on. “You were doing it all wrong,” he said.

“What?”

“Last night...You were doing it all wrong with your boyfriend.” Nolan sat down on my bed close to me. His hand, traveling across the covers towards me. “Let me show you the way.”

Nolan's hand caressed the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I shut my eyes and parted my lips. His mouth hit mine with a passion. I surrendered my body to him, letting his hands wander wherever they desired.

In the dark of night, we kissed and touched each other, exploring each other's body. I went under his shirt and felt his rock hard abs and chest. He was so strong. Nolan lifted his shirt off with both hands, giving me better access.

I pulled down one of the straps to my nightie, baring my naked shoulder. Nolan took control and pulled the other one down until my voluptuous breasts were unleashed. He stared at them for awhile, admiring their beauty. I sat up further and got on my knees so my chest was at his eye level.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

“They're perfect,” he said, pinching me hard nipples.  He smushed my tits together with his big hands and licked them all over.

“That feels so good,” I said, holding his head in between my boobs.

He broke away and looked into my eyes. “Get down here and put me in your mouth,” he commanded.

I did as I was told and bent down. His pulsating meat was hidden behind his boxers. I opened up the trap door and pulled his massive shaft through. His cock was humongous! It was like holding a tree stump in my hands. I marveled at its length and girth, wondering how I would ever fit that inside me.

“Come on now, suck on it,” Nolan said.

I grabbed his cock with both hands and shoved him down my throat. My lips stretched to accommodate his large member. I pushed him deep down, holding back the sensation to throw up. Nolan moaned as I bobbed up and down on his penis. He held my head with both hands, rocking his hips back and forth, force feeding me his cock.

Nolan's face strained. “Oh fuck!” His cock blew up like a volcano. I stroked him hard as he unloaded his cum inside my mouth. The feeling of gallons of his seed shooting down my throat sent my body into overdrive.

Nolan pulled out and his warm cum dribbled out of the corner of my lips. “We can't do this, Penelope.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This was a mistake,” he said.

“Who cares if you're my stepbrother. I want you to be my first.” I pulled the straps of my nightie back up to cover my breasts.

“I'm sorry.” Nolan zipped up his pants and left me on my knees in the dark.

Tears streamed down my cheek. I was going to be a virgin forever.

The next day was terrible. Nolan acted like the night before never even happened. He went back to teasing me about my body and virginity.

The worst part of the day was when Thomas texted me. I didn't want to tell him that I cheated on him with Nolan but it didn't matter anyways.

Thomas: This isn't really working.

Penelope: What are you talking about?

Thomas: I think we should break up.

Penelope: What the fuck! You're breaking up with me over text message. I've been grounded for a couple days.

Thomas: I'm sorry but I still live you, Penelope.

Penelope: Fuck you and your tiny dick, Thomas.

I threw my phone against the wall, hoping it would shatter into a million pieces, but it bounced off and landed on the carpet. I lay back in bed and forced myself to cry. Why were men so horrible?

I was sick of feeling sorry for myself. I texted my friend Stacy.

Penelope: Any parties tonight?

Stacy: I thought you were grounded for a long time.

Penelope: Still am. But screw them.

Stacy texted me the details for a college party she was going to that was close by. The only problem was I knew Nolan would be on watch to catch me sneaking out. But if I went out the window like Thomas used to do, then I might be able to make it.

I changed into a tight v-neck shirt and a short black skirt. I quickly fixed my hair and applied a lot of dark makeup to my eyes. I opened my bedroom window and the cold wind made me grab a cardigan. I put my leg on the branch outside the window to test my weight and the limb gave way but didn't snap.

I closed my eyes, grabbed the tree, and swung my whole body outside. I climbed down carefully, looking at each foothold and making sure it was safe. I jumped down at the last bit and hit the soft grass. The night was quiet and nothing but chirping insects could be heard.

--

I arrived at the party and it was already in full swing. The house was crammed with drunk guys doing kegstands and playing beer pong. College parties always had a high ratio of men to women so I had my pick of the place. I went straight to the kitchen and made myself a double shot of whiskey. I needed to catch up. I knocked it back like a pro and could immediately feel the buzz. I poured another double and swallowed it whole. I strolled through the halls of the house, eying the men like they were pieces of meat, not sure what I was looking for exactly.

My eyes fell on Thomas and my heart fell apart. With being grounded and the weird night with Nolan, I didn't really have much time to dwell on the breakup. I quickly did an about face and jolted to the other part of the house.

A hand on my shoulder flipped me around and there was Thomas.

“Hi Penelope.”

“I don't really want to talk to you right now.” I turned to walk away but Thomas blocked me.

“I'm sorry, Penelope.”

His words shook me to the core. I looked up and tears were forming in his eyes. I opened my mouth to reply but Thomas stopped me.

“I was stupid and I don't know why I sent you those texts. I've been regretting it ever since. I still love you.”

I stopped him with a kiss on the lips. His arm wrapped around my back and pulled me in closer. I don't know if it was the passion or the alcohol, but the next second, I was holding his hand and following him upstairs.

The room was the typical college style. A cheap bed stood in the middle, clothes littered the floor like they were part of the carpet, posters of half-naked women were plastered all over the walls. There was even an stupid lava lamp on his desk. “Whose room is this?”

“Who cares,” Thomas replied.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my heaving chest. I could see Thomas's pants getting tighter. His hand traveled down my shirt and cupped my breast. He closed his eyes as he felt me up. I took my shirt off and then unhooked my bra. I didn't even want to bother to have Thomas try and take it off. To men, taking off a bra was as hard as college math.

His eyes went wide when he saw my tits unleashed. He bent over and drowned his head in my fun bags. His tongue licked every inch of them and then he bit down on my erect nipples. A moan escaped my lips and I could feel myself getting really wet. My hand crept over to Thomas and I felt his raging boner beneath his pants. To my surprise, he was bigger than expected.

I picked up his head from my chest and kissed him on the lips. He tasted like beer and cigarettes. I instantly regretted kissing him. Thomas moved down to my neck and sucked on me like a vampire.

“Mmm...what do you want to do to me?” I whispered.

“I want to taste your pussy.” Thomas was already taking off my pants, trying to rip my underwear off. I helped him with the rest of my clothes and lay down on the bed. Thomas kissed my inner thighs as he got closer and closer to my wetness. Goosebumps popped up all over my skin as he tickled me.

He kissed my clit lightly, letting his lips feel me. My body surged with adrenaline and pleasure. Thomas's tongue licked my pussy like a dog lapping up water. I held onto his head firmly as his tongue went further south and entered. I could hear him tasting me and liking it.

My fingers came down and rubbed my clit as he ate out my pussy. “Thomas, do you like the taste of me?”

“Mmmm,” he mumbled. His face was engulfed in me so he couldn't really speak. My fingers flicked my clit back and forth sending me into a flurry of passion. My body writhed on the bed like a snake.

“I'm so close!” I screamed. My hands pulled at his hair when my orgasm hit. I shoved his face deeper into my pussy as I came. Tiny explosions went off all over my skin. My muscles tensed up and I vibrated hard. I could feel his tongue deep inside me.

My orgasm faded away and Thomas came up for air. “You taste so good.” He dipped his finger inside me for just a second and pulled out. He put it in his mouth and it was like he was sucking on a popsicle.

“Thomas, make love to me,” I pleaded. I spread my legs as wide as they could go while he mounted me. Thomas pulled out a condom from his pocket and tore open the wrapper. He rolled the latex onto his meat and I could see his throbbing cock just itching to be inside me.  Thomas forced himself inside until he pierced me with his manly spear, popping my cherry in the process. The pain was sharp but quickly subsided into extreme pleasure.

“Oh fuck, you feel so tight!” he screamed. After just two thrusts, Thomas couldn't handle it anymore.  I felt his cock burst within me, shooting warm cum deep inside. A few seconds later and Thomas pulled out.

“Is that it?” I asked. I expected more. I
needed
more
.

“ Was that not good enough?” Thomas sounded surprised.

“I just thought it would last longer.”

Thomas quickly gathered up his clothes and got dressed. He didn't even look him in the eyes as he said goodbye. I left the party feeling very unsatisfied. I needed a real man.

I got home around four in the morning and knew that it would be impossible to climb the tree while I was drunk. My mom and stepdad were heavy sleepers so I went through the back door. I crept into through kitchen and the lights turned on. Nolan was sitting over at the dinner table smoking a cigarette. I forgot all about him.

“Holy shit Nolan! You scared the living crap outta me!” I yelled at him.

“Where have you been, Penelope,” he asked.

“None of your business.”

“If you don't tell me what you were doing, I'll tell mom and dad that you sneaked out.”

“You're an asshole, Nolan. I lost my virginity tonight so go fuck yourself.”

Nolan's jaw dropped. He wasn't expecting that.

I stormed upstairs, not caring if he told on me or not.