Chapter 9
Iturned my face into the shower spray, giving myself a moment to gather my thoughts before I wiped the water away, shut off the tap, and pulled the curtain aside. “I…don’t feel bad about it or regret it, if that’s what you mean. I’ve spent so long thinking you were trying to mess with me that I didn’t really consider you could be…something else. And I liked what we did. I really liked what we did.” I scrubbed at my cheek, the already-hot skin flushing with embarrassment. Oh no, I actually had the hots for my goddamn stepbrother.
Red’s expression brightened into visible relief, and a spark of heat too, if I wasn’t imagining it. “Thank god, Jules, because I’d have to move out to keep my hands off of you, at this point. You’re incredible. Mind-blowing. I already want you again.”
I swallowed thickly, mulling over a second unexpected confession from my stepbrother in the span of a few hours. I wanted to ask him what that meant, if this was just unexpected, sizzling chemistry or something beyond that. Red moved before I could, pulling the shower curtain aside and reaching for me at the same time my still-wet hands curled up around his rim like they belonged there. His wide glass body was too large for me to hold properly, but this just worked. It felt so right I wondered why it had taken us so long to get here.
Oh, right. Our parents were married. That was kind of a hurdle.
I kissed his face, tongue flicking up a drop of condensation with a little giggle. He made a deep, rumbling sound of need. It was all the warning I got before he was pulling me out of the shower like I weighed nothing, spinning me around and bending me matter-of-factly over the vanity counter. Red held my head down despite my surprised yelp, my wet cheek pressed to the granite, and kicked my feet into a wider stance. My toes curled in the fluffy pink bath mat below us, the press of Red’s thick fingers on my scalp forcing me to stand on the balls of my feet as my palms flattened on the counter around me. I was glad the mat had a non-skid bottom, because everything was hot steam and slippery glass between us right now, again, and I didn’t want it any other way. Fabric rustled behind me.
I gave another yelp as a very cold rod slid along my labia, followed by a dark chuckle from Red as I tensed. Rising up to my very-tippy-toes to escape it only made my ass smoosh against his equally-cold glass belly. The difference in temperature was wild, but it felt so good, electric and even a little bit dangerous, especially when I considered who was giving it to me.
“You know, I was going to just tease you a little bit but you did this to yourself baby, looking that good soaking wet.” An icy-cold palm coasted slowly up my spine, his wrist bumping against my ass as he angled his bulbed tip against my pussy and pushed in, torturously slow, as he continued to growl, his eyes meeting mine with intensity in the vanity mirror as he reached down to circle my clit with slippery glass fingers. “Do you realize how often I’m going to have to top off my punch now, baby? I’m going to pump so much into you, pour it all over you, every fucking chance you give me.”
I whined against the granite, rolling up my tiptoes to urge him to move faster, to fuck me harder, and happily, Red took the hint. I’d been right about the fluid dynamics of doggy-style with him: every rock back and forth came harder and harder as his punch sloshed, really putting the assist in chill-assist as he pounded me right into another screaming orgasm. He gave a loud groan, pulling back sharply, leaving my pussy clenching as he staggered a few steps to the shower, stroking himself rapidly. My legs, equally unsteady, managed to get me to the edge of the tub where I quickly reached up to take over stroking him. He gasped, glass foot tapping the edge of the tub as he lurched into my grip, arms shooting up to hold himself in place with the shower curtain rod. It only took a few deliberate twists of my palm before he moaned my name, punch spilling in huge gushes over and through my fingers, into the tub.
I lifted a hand to my face, licking my palm delicately with an embarrassed grin. “Seems a shame to waste it, but I can only drink so much.”
Red smirked as he uncurled his fingers from the curtain rod, heaving a very pleased sigh as he pulled me against him, kissing the top of my head. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re amazing, Jules. Not just…you know. This. But I mean…you. Yes, I’m wildly sexually attracted to you, but I hope you don’t think that’s all it is. Hell, that’s not even where it started. It was that goofy dance you were doing at the wedding with me, honestly. I said to myself, I want a girl that can laugh with me like that. And then one day, I said to myself…so why the hell am I looking for another girl? I tried, Jules. I swear I did. But they just weren’t…you know…you.”
Unexpected tears pricked at my eyes before I blinked them away. No one had ever said something that sweet to me before, ironic considering my stepbrother was apparently sugar-free. “Red…I…I don’t”
He hugged me tighter. “Shhh. You don’t need to say anything, I’m just babbling because I’m happy, don’t mind me. And I…like I know how this is going to sound with the timing, but I swear to god I was going to bring this up tomorrow, I’m not just saying this because you’re amazing in bed. Well, er…I guess anywhere but bed at the moment. Maybe the bed next time.” He chuckled at his own joke, taking a deep breath. “I was going to ask if you wanted to live together. I was going to bring it up as like a “when you graduate” kind of thing because whoo boy if I can hear Dad and Tracy I’m willing to bet it’s worse in your room.”
I winced, laughing with a cheek against his glass body. “Yeahhhh. You’re not wrong. But really? You’d want to live with me? Honestly for a while there I thought you were being weird and annoying to make me want to leave the house, not move into another with you.”
He chuckled, his punch sloshing side-to-side. “Not a chance. I love your company. And if you want to just live together as step-siblings…like actual ones, not the bow-chicka version we got up to tonight, I’d be crushed, but I’d still respect that.”
I pressed a kiss to his glass belly, leaving a lip-print in the condensation as I blushed. “And, um, what if I decide I want to explore the bow-chicka route?”
Red squeezed me to his side, and in the corner of my eye, I spotted the telltale pale pink of his blush. “Well, I’d be incredibly, completely, and enthusiastically down with that.” He cleared his throat, his tone dipping into a faster, nervous cadance. “And, if, well, if things…work out…down the road, I may have had a sworn-to-secrecy conversation with my dad over beers a few months ago. He said that you and I are adults, and considering how I came to be, he doesn’t have a leg to stand on as far as condemning theoretically taboo sex. I think he could probably bring Tracy around to the idea of…us…if “us” ever became a thing.”
I stepped back, blinking up at Red in surprise. “Really? You told your-my step-uh…our dad about your attraction to me? I can’t believe he was cool with it.”
Red shrugged, smiling. “Dad’s pretty cool, honestly. He kinda got the feeling you weren’t really jazzed about college when you came home last break, when we talked he said I should try and get you a receptionist position at the demo company if you ended up bailing on college. And, again, I don’t wanna push you, but our secretary Rachel just went out on maternity leave, so it’d be a good time to slide them your resume.”
I pulled a towel off the rack, wrapping myself in it and taking a deep breath as I looked at my surprisingly thoughtful stepbrother through new eyes. Ones that still stung a little bit from getting cherry punch-bukkaked, but new eyes nonetheless. My face hurt from smiling, my body felt amazing, and I hadn’t been this relaxed in years. The answer was easier than I thought.
“Let’s do it, Red. I need a fresh start, and this is definitely new ground.” I laughed, already feeling the stress fall off my shoulders when I thought about never, ever having to spend $300 on a textbook again.
Red grinned, biting his lower lip as he tugged playfully on my towel. “So Jules, are you actually saying yes to living with, dating, and sleeping with your stepbrother, you sinful deviant?”
I stepped around him, dropping the towel on the floor and curling my finger at him as I walked backwards down the hall to my bedroom.
“Oh yeah.”