Step brother becomes my love – part 1

Though it was only nine-thirty, I threw my inhaler and glasses on the nightstand and dragged my shirt off over my head. I grabbed my pajama bottoms I’d left on the floor and sat on the bed to take off my shoes.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like, ass wipe? I’m going to bed.”

He retreated from the room without a word. I didn’t know if he just felt bad or had something else up his sleeve. At that particular moment, I really could have cared less. Tugging off my socks and jeans and underwear, I pulled on my pajama bottoms. I hated sleeping with underwear on, but I couldn’t seem to stand sleeping fully naked. Especially not with Ben sleeping in the same room.

Shutting off the light, I climbed into bed and hugged my pillow. I hurt, the fear of being blind still clung to me, but worse than anything I was humiliated at having cried in front of Ben. Not in the two last years of him tormenting me have I ever shown so much reaction, not once. And now that damn had broken because of a stupid little prank. Yep, I was going to have to move very far away. Siberia maybe?

*****

It was after ten thirty when I awoke to the bed moving. I could still hear partiers out in the living room, though it was quieter than it had been before. People were settling down, some leaving, and the remaining probably didn’t want the neighbors to call the cops on them for disturbance.

“What the hell?” As the bed shifted again, I got up on my elbow to look over toward my desk. There was Ben, dressed in a pair of boxers, sliding into the other side of the bed. I quickly began gathering the blankets up around me. “Oh, no! You get the floor for as long as I have to share my room with you! Get out of my bed! Damn it! Get your cold feet away from me, you jerk!”

Grabbing some of the blankets away from me, he snuggled down into the bed like a little kid. “No way in hell am I sleeping on the floor. Get over it or go sleep on the couch. Just shut the hell up.”

Well, I wasn’t going to stand for this! Turning sideways, I braced my feet against his side and began to shove.

“What the hell?” With a laugh, he grabbed his pillow and hit me in the face with it.

Not one to give up so easily, I went up on my knees and started shoving at him with my hands. Maybe if I could just roll him out of the bed, that might work. Before I knew it, he’d grabbed both of my wrists and flipped me over on top of his chest, holding my hands down near his hips. “Would you please settle down and go to sleep? I’m tired and really not in the mood to dominate you into letting me sleep in the bed. It’s happening, so get over it.”

It was just my bad fortune that I’d come to the realization earlier in the day that he turned me on. Yes, that’s right, the guy that tormented me, unbelievably gave me wet dreams. This was not happening.

The feeling of his chest smashed up against mine, my heat seeping into his cool skin, the strangely erotic grip of his hands on my wrists began to do things to my body that for a moment I prayed I was imagining. Petrified when I realized that yes, my timid little body was responding to the closeness of his, I closed my eyes and hoped for a bolt of lightning to strike me dead.

“Um, Dan?”

“Shut up, just shut up,” I whispered in desperation and dropped my head to his shoulder in abject humiliation. As if my day couldn’t have possibly gotten worse, now this happened. Great. “Please just shut up and let me go.”

With a heavy sigh, he brought our hands up and with a heave of his shoulders, rolled us over so he was laying on top of me.

“Wha-what the hell are you doing, Ben? Get off!”

“Shh.” He brought our hands above my head and slowly began to grind his hips into mine. That was when I felt him grow. My breath hitched in my throat, not allowing me to stop him. He began to move faster, rubbing us together through the clothing of our sleepwear. My back lifted off the mattress, a groan escaping me. I couldn’t help it, it felt so wrong and so good.

Neither of us lasted long. I came on a whimper, him on a groan. When he let me go and rolled back over to his side of the bed, I flailed one hand on top of my night stand, grabbing my inhaler. I think I’d used it more in this one day than I had in the last week.

Though my mind whirled with what had just happened, I took a small amount of pleasure in knowing that his breath wasn’t terribly steady either.

My voice shook badly as I said, “Fine. You can sleep in the bed tonight. Just stay on your own damn side.”

With a shaky laugh, Ben turned on his side away from me. “Night, Dan. Now shut the hell up and go to sleep.”

Yeah, sleep. THAT was the first thing on my mind right now, uh-huh. I couldn’t believe my younger soon-to-be stepbrother had just held me down and humped me until we’d both come. Oh, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind right now.

*****

I skipped breakfast the next morning. Apparently, Ben had told Mom that I wasn’t feeling well last night and had gone to bed early, so I had a good excuse to skip the breaking of the morning fast. If I had tried to eat, I probably would have upchucked in a rather unappetizing way, anyhow. Ben had been in the shower when I awoke, so I quickly made my way down to the guest bathroom and washed up.

In full shock, embarrassment, and no mood to face anyone, I donned my depression clothes, as my mother called them. Black sweats, black Quiksilver zip up hoodie sweatshirt and some gray wool socks that I loved. Hood up and pulled low over my head, I didn’t have to look at anyone if I didn’t want to. It was like being in my very own portable cave.

“Aw, baby, you still don’t feel well?” I heard my mother ask as I came shuffling out of the bathroom. I could just see Ben down the hall towards the kitchen over her shoulder and could feel all the blood rushing to my face when he looked over at me. Mom came over and put her hand under my hood to feel my forehead. “Baby, you feel a little warm. Maybe you should just take it easy today.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll stay in my room. I just want to grab some coffee.”

“Sure, come on into the kitchen and I’ll get you a mug. Todd made a fresh batch just a few minutes ago.”

I shuffled behind her, head down as far as it could go so I could only see people’s feet. Dear God, those were Ben’s feet weren’t they? How could a guy possibly have sexy bare feet? That was just mean.

“Honey, I just feel awful. Todd, maybe we shouldn’t go out today? My Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind putting it off for another day.”

“Sure, love, if you think that’s best.”