Tag Along (Pursuing my Big Stepbrother)
Lacey has a secret passion: her stepbrother. When she graduates from high school she applies to his university and talks Carson into sharing a two-bedroom apartment. On move-in day she discovers a photo of herself in his jerk-off mag and Lace finally finds the courage to confront him about her love- and her desire- for him. Will Carson cross the line into the taboo? More
Lacey has a secret passion: her stepbrother. When she graduates from high school she applies to his university and talks Carson into sharing a two-bedroom apartment “to save money.” On move-in day, she discovers a photo of herself hidden in his jerk-off mag. Spurred by the knowledge that her desire is mutual, Lace finally finds the courage to confront him. Will Carson admit his true feelings and change their relationship forever?
WARNING: This 6,500 word story is intended for adult audiences only contains graphic description of sexual acts between consenting adults.
I rolled my eyes. “Newsflash, Carson, we aren’t really brother and sister.”
“Well... that doesn’t change the fact that you’re just a kid. I can’t take advantage of you like that. It was wrong of me to keep that picture but I thought no one would know. I thought it wouldn't hurt anybody.”
I wanted to stamp my foot like an angry little girl but I resisted and closed my eyes. This wasn't going at all how I pictured it in my castle-in-the-sky dreams. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Ok," I said after a long pause. "So you agree, at least, that the fact that you are my stepbrother means that this isn't an abomination of nature, right? It sounds like your main issue is that if you give in, you're basically molesting me, right?"
He didn't answer, but his woebegone expression told me I had hit the nail on the head. "Well that's not true," I said, putting my hands on my hips and standing over him as he sat on the couch. "Number one, I am the one who has been planning for years how to seduce you. Number two, I am not a child. I am an adult in the legal and literal sense of the word. Do you remember what happened when I was sixteen? How I was so depressed and you came home from college to talk to me? That was all because of this! Back then I thought I could never have you. I thought I was... wrong. Sick. You told me that night on Camelback Bridge that I had to fight for the things I wanted in life and you showed me that things didn't have to be like that.” I took a deep breath. “So, here I am, as an adult, telling you what I want. You can say no because you don't want me, but you can't give me some bullshit about being too young. That's not fair and it's patronizing."
There. I let my breath out in a rush. I was proud of that last bit. If nothing else ever came from this situation, at least I would know that I stood up for myself. He didn't say anything and looked miserable. I softened and sat on the couch, touching his arm. "So the question is, Carson... do you want me?"
"I..." he looked at me with eyes brimming with confusion and pain. I hugged him again, pulling his head close to mine. This time his body didn't stiffen.
"Shhh... it's OK. You’re right. Back when I was a kid it would have been wrong for you to do anything but now everything is different. We've waited a really long time. We've done all the right things. Don't you think we deserve this? Don't you think we deserve each other?"
"But..." I could tell he was starting to come around. I tried not to look too eager. "What if it goes wrong? Like it or not, step or not, we're family. We can't just get in some kind of stupid fight and never talk to each other again."
"Personally, I think the world would be a better place if everyone went into relationships thinking like that," I said with a little smile. “I know we can’t promise each other forever or anything like that... but we can promise to remember that we loved each other before we wanted each other. If we find we can’t be together forever, at least we’ll have now, and we can handle it like adults. I can’t imagine anything happening that would make it so I would never talk to you.”
“Wow, you really have grown up, Lacey.”
I leaned until my face was inches away from his. My breasts almost touched him as I gazed into his grey-green eyes. “Yes, Carson, I have grown up. Let me show you...?”