Step-Brother's Forbidden Fruit : Chapter 3

The third of seven chapters in this story. Please click here for Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. All characters are over 18 years old.

I laid in bed, mind racing, trying to decipher the new relationship that I had formed with my step-brother. Our parents had been married almost 6 years ago, but Charlie and I had never clicked or gotten close. Now we were in our last summer before we each went to college and we were hanging out regularly. Watching tv together, grabbing dinner together, sending each other memes and texting throughout the day. We were becoming close and I wondered what had prevented this earlier. This wasn’t the most confusing part of the situation though. 

No, that belonged to the fact that we had fooled around twice now. It all started when Charlie asked me to jerk off with him while watching porn, which turned into us jerking each other off. The second time, things got even more out of hand when I walked into Charlie’s room and made his cock the first I had ever sucked in the 18 years of my gay life. The cherry on top, after I swallowed his thick load, was when I shot my own all over him.

That had been two weeks prior, and even though we were regularly hanging out socially, another opportunity to fool around hadn’t happened. I didn’t know what to think. It was fucking weird that I had hooked up with him, the kid I had been raised alongside. The last time we messed around felt magical. Not just because I finally got to suck my first dick, but also because it was attached to him. Then the fact that it hadn’t happened in two weeks was making me feel sad, or maybe rejected, I didn’t know. 

A knock at my door jolted me out of the downward spiral my thoughts had been bringing me down. I lurched up to see Charlie in my door, leaning against the frame. Something about his cutoff tee and gym shorts lent their way to his casual hotness. 

“Hey, man,” Charlie said. “What you up to tonight?”

My heart started racing. Maybe things were back on. “No plans, what’s up?”

“You know Josh? I played football with him,” Charlie asked.

“Uhh sure,” I responded quietly. 

“He’s having a party tonight. I’m gonna head there in an hour or so. You want to come?”

It wasn’t what I had been expecting, or wanting, but it was an intriguing invite. Josh was one of Charlie’s jock friends and even though he had never been rude to me or bullied me for being gay, we definitely had never been friends. I would be shocked if he even knew my name. Going to his house didn’t sound like fun to me.

“Uhhh, we aren’t exactly friends. Would I even know anyone?” I asked.

“It’s all people we graduated with. They’re nice people, even if you don’t know them, it will be fine. C’mon it will be fun!” Charlie pleaded.

“Ummm. Okay,” I responded, still unsure.

“Great!” Charlie cheered. “See you in an hour, you’re driving!”

There it was, the real reason I was invited; to play sober cab. I let my head hit the pillow and let out a big sigh. Regardless, I got myself dressed in a cute outfit and I was ready to go when Charlie exited his room an hour later, we drove to the party on the other side of town. There were cars around the block and when we walked into the house, I was instantly overwhelmed.

Charlie walked through like he owned the place, saying “hi” to almost everyone we passed by. I did recognize most of the people, although I had also never spoken to most of them. Finally Charlie walked up to his friend Josh. 

Josh was a muscular guy, he had always been the star of the football and wrestling teams and looked like he lived in a gym. He flashed Charlie his big white smile. His teeth shone brightly against his dark brown skin. He pulled Charlie into a bro hug. Charlie turned to me to make the introduction.

“You know my step-brother, Jake, right?” he asked Josh.

“Sure! What’s up man?” Josh asked, holding out his fist for me to bump. I awkwardly raised my own fist and tapped his lightly.

“Hey there, thanks for the invite,” I responded.

“Uhhh…yeah! No problem!” Josh said with a smile to Charlie. “Anyways boys, Charlie knows, but drinks are in the kitchen. Plenty of girls around. If you’re gonna get laid, not in my parent’s room. Any smoking, do it outside.”

“Jake is gay, he doesn’t care about the girls,” Charlie said for some reason. I shot him a weird look, unsure why he needed to air that out immediately.

“Oh,” Josh said awkwardly. “Well you are on your own then.” Josh then headed through the party and I noticed he stopped at the beer pong table. Charlie brought me to the kitchen where the drinks were. He told me not to go too crazy since I was his ride. Then as I was pouring myself a drink, he disappeared.

I was pissed that my step-brother had just ditched me at this party. I slowly floated room to room, sipping on my vodka cranberry, searching for someone to talk to. I was way too nervous of a person for this shit. I was almost happy when I heard Josh call my name from the beer pong table. When I caught his eyes, he was waving me over. I walked awkwardly over and he pulled me into a side hug by my shoulders.

“I need a partner for beer pong, you in?” he asked me, breathing hot air into my ear.

“Uh sure, not sure I’m good, though,” I responded.

“Well, you better be!” he said with a laugh. Luckily enough, I had beginner's luck. Josh and I basically dominated the other team, taking out all but one of their cups while they only got one of ours. Our final round, Josh threw first, missing the cup completely and yelling a “FUCK” that got drowned out by the noise of the party. When I threw my ball, it sank easily into the cup and Josh cheered.

“WOOOOH! We owned your asses,” Josh yelled to the other team, throwing his drink back. “My boy, Jake is a fucking beast!” He yelled at me. Then I watched as his arm swung back and then forward to give my ass a smack. I had seen guys do this to each other while playing sports, but it wasn’t something I was used to. Also the times I had seen it, it didn’t look like what Josh was doing. He didn’t just give me a quick spank, his hand lingered on my ass and even gave it a squeeze that lasted a couple seconds before he released.

“Uhhh, good game!” I laughed with him. “I need another drink,” I said as I scurried away to the kitchen, unsure what had just happened. I poured myself a second drink and decided to try to find Charlie. I walked through the house and didn’t find him anywhere. It wasn’t until I went to the glass door that opened to the backyard that I found him.

Charlie was sitting in a chair on the back deck, but he wasn’t alone. There was a blonde girl draped across his lap. He had one hand on his drink, the other cupping her ass barely covered by a short denim skirt. I watched as they looked like they were trying to swallow each other whole. Their lips were moving wildly against each other and I felt a pit grow in my stomach. I chugged my drink and stormed out of the house. I was in a storm of negative feelings and didn’t even realize I had ditched Charlie until I was halfway home in the car. I didn’t care, though.

When I got home I went straight to my bed and screamed into a pillow. Mad at Charlie, mad at myself for being mad that he was with some girl. How many times had I heard him fuck girls before and never felt any sort of way? Why was I feeling this way now? I stripped down to my briefs and put on my tv. The alcohol in my veins carried me off to sleep quickly.

I woke up what must have been hours later to the sound of someone stumbling down the hallway to my bedroom. I figured Charlie must have been home and wondered if the girl was with him. I waited to hear them go into his room and was shocked when it was my door that burst open.

“Jake, what the fuck?” Charlie slurred. “You fucking left me! Some step-brother!”

He was drunk and I still wasn’t over being pissed at seeing him make out with that girl. “I figured that chick you were with would bring you home! Or take you to hers!”

“Pffft! Her? No way!” Charlie said, laughing drunkenly. “You were supposed to bring me home! Wait…did you ditch me because you were fucking jealous?”

The accusation hit home but it pissed me off even more. I swung my legs over so I was sitting on the edge of my bed. “Oh fuck off, Charlie!” I responded, louder than I planned.

“You were,” Charlie said as he pointed at me and took a couple uneven steps closer to me. “You saw me making out with a girl and got jealous and left me! What? Did you think it should have been you sitting on my lap? Tongue down my throat?”

“You aren’t all that, go to bed!” was all I could say back. 

Charlie was still laughing as he walked closer to me. “Well, I didn’t fuck her, so it’s your lucky night.” He stopped a foot away from me and quickly undid his pants so that his fly hung over in front of me showing off his boxers.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, heart racing, but unsure if it was because I was nervous or excited.

“I’m waiting for my blowjob,” Charlie said as he looked down at me. I could see the alcohol in his eyes, but the smile on his lips was that of a devil. 

“Go to bed, I’m not fucking sucking your dick,” I said, not even convincing myself. Charlie pushed his pants all the way down and stepped out of them. He pulled his shirt off over his head and stood in front of me in just his boxers. Boxers that had begun to tent. He leaned over and held his face only inches from mine.

“Jake. You know you want it, stop pretending,” he whispered. The hot air of his breath hung in the inches between our lips. I didn’t know what to say, but I felt my own briefs growing tighter. When I gave no response, Charlie continued. “I didn’t fuck that girl, I didn’t want to. I do want you to suck my dick, though. I haven’t stopped thinking about these lips since last time. Please, step-bro?”

Charlie raised his hand and used his thumb to brush my lips. His words coursed through my veins like amphetamines. He had said the perfect thing to drive me wild. I did want it, and I was going to take it. I grabbed onto his waist and threw him onto the bed, pulling down his boxers as I did. Charlie’s cock flew up and thudded against his abs, already fully hard. His balls hung low in his sack. I sank to my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around the thickness of his cock. I angled it up and sank my mouth down on it.

“Yesssss, you’re the best,” Charlie sighed as my lips wrapped around him again. The flavor was like when you are reacquainted with a candy from childhood. As soon as the head of his cock hit my tongue, a warmth spread through my body. 

I didn’t hesitate like last time, this time I knew what I wanted and knew what I was doing. I started slurping my mouth up and down the length of his seven inches. My spit quickly coated the entire length of his cock, making it easier for my hand to slide up and down him. I wrapped both hands around him and when my mouth wasn’t around him, my hands were.

Charlie was squirming and moaning in his deep voice immediately. I took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue from his tip all the way down to the base, then started licking and sucking his balls one by one.

“Jake, oh my God!” Charlie moaned. “Your mouth is amazing. Holy shit!”

“You like that?” I asked as my hands kept stroking his wet cock. “You like your step-brother’s mouth on your cock?”

Charlie leaned up and looked at me in surprise. I had never spoken to him dirty like this; it clearly shocked him. 

“Bro…,” he nodded. “Please keep going.”

I took him back into my mouth even though he didn’t answer my question. I slurped and sucked him deeper and deeper into my mouth, squeezing his balls that I hoped were full of cum for me. I felt Charlie’s hands go to the back of my head and then his hips started bucking. I stopped moving my neck and felt as he started thrusting his cock into my throat. He hadn’t used me like this last time and each thrust drove the head of his cock deeper into my throat. I was loudly gagging and my mouth was filling with thick drool that was coating the inches of his cock.

“Fuck yeah! You like me fucking your throat?” Charlie asked. I just hummed into his cock, my tongue still sliding against him. Charlie stopped thrusting and I wrapped my hand back around him and started working my neck to keep up the work. I could taste his precum and the way his voice was getting higher pitched I knew he was close and I wasn’t letting go until he came. After another minute of sloppy head, Charlie was panting. “Jake, I’m gonna cum!”

“Mhmm,” I hummed against him, his cock still down my throat.

“Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!” he yelled as he drove his cock deep into my throat. I actually felt his dick twitching in my throat as ropes of cum sprayed directly into my throat, almost choking me. I took the load like a hungry baby, hurriedly swallowing every drop. Charlie took his hands off my head and let them fall to his sides as he caught his breath. I slowly released his cock, relishing as I felt every inch rubbing my tongue as it left my mouth.

I took a deep breath once he was out of me and realized that my eyes and nose were running and my mouth was coated with my own slobber. I must have looked like such a mess. Charlie sat up and made eye contact with me as he smiled and laughed. He looked so beautiful in front of me, and I took pride knowing I made him feel this way. He smiled at me and I smiled back and the tension between us hung for several seconds. I raised myself up higher and leaned in as I closed my eyes. I felt my lips press against his. They were soft and warm and we shared a light kiss for a couple seconds until I felt him pull back. 

I pulled back too and when I opened my eyes, his face had changed. The smile was gone and his face was white as if all of his blood had drained from it. His eyes were unreadable and I felt myself sink back to the floor. Charlie smirked and stood up, pulling up his boxers. Charlie walked past me and picked up his shirt and pants as he left the room. He paused in the door and turned around to face me.

“Uhh…thanks, Jake. Night,” and without waiting for a response, he stepped out, closing the door behind him. 

I sat on the floor, feeling used. He had at least got me off the other times, or let me get myself off. I wondered what had happened to make him leave so quickly. Was the kiss too far? I mean he had just had his dick down my mouth. I crawled into my bed and curled into a ball. I fell asleep wondering where I went wrong, and hoping that I would be able to fix it.