My Sexy Stepbrother is a Werebear
Author
Kelly Lord
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Teacher Porn
HELEN
He stood before meânaked.
A specimen of manhood who made Michelangeloâs David look like a damn stick figure.
I traced his thick neck⊠His bulging biceps⊠His rippling absâŠ
The lengthy appendage dangling between his legsâŠ
I had to shut my mouth to keep from drooling.
I glanced at his face. Beneath a head of angel-blond hair, his dark, unblinking eyes recited Shakespearean sonnets.
They sang entire Ed Sheeran albums.
He wanted me.
And he could have me.
Right here in the middle of the classroom for all I cared.
Frustrated with lust, I drew closer.
On my tongue, my loverâs name tasted like the first bite of a hot fudge sundaeâŠ
âPROFESSOR HAMMOND!â
Brittanyâs voiceâwhich had a timbre somewhere between nails on a chalkboard and a dying chihuahuaâsuddenly jerked me back to reality.
I was in art class, surrounded by fellow seniors, sketching the nude model in front of us.
I looked down at my own sketch on the deskâŠ
Oh no. No no no no no no noâŠ
Brittany cackled behind me as I tried to cover up what Iâd done.
âHELEN DREW PROFESSOR HAMMOND! OH MY GAWD!â
Laughter erupted around the room as everyone craned to see my drawing.
It was true. Iâd been zoning out, fantasizing about hunky Professor Hammond, and had accidentally drawn his head on the nudeâs body.
Oh, shitâŠ
And apparently Iâd given him a gigantic dick too.
Helen, what is WRONG with you?!
I shifted through a spectrum of reds as Professor Hammond, our hunky instructor who drove teacher porn to the top of my browser history, got up from his desk and made his way toward me and Brittany.
âSettle down, everyone. We still have half an hour of class left. Go back to your ownâuhâŠownâŠâ
I squeezed my eyes shut to my classmatesâ suppressed giggles.
I didnât want to see Mr. Hammondâs expression when he saw my sketch; I wanted God to strike me down with a bolt of lightning.
âNot bad,â Mr. Hammond said in a low voice. He was silent for a momentâI realized that I wasnât breathing.
âBut next time, Helen... please follow the assignment.â
***
At half past three, I bolted from the classroom, my head retreating into my body like a turtleâs.
My childhood nemesis had embarrassed me again.
Brittany Childress had been making my life hell since freshman year in high school, and despite the fact that we were both seniors at Boulder State Universityâa semester away from true adulthoodâvery little had changed.
We actually used to be friends back in middle school, but ever since her dad had split, sheâd been the worldâs biggest bitch to me. I had no idea why. I didnât have a dad either, but you never saw me taking it out on people.
Already I could see Brittany in my periphery, adjusting strands of perfect blonde hair as she jeered in my direction. Pretty soon the whole school would know about my newest sketch.
Fucking ho. I wish her tits would explode.
Sure, every female art student wanted to fuck Professor Hammondâsome of the guys tooâbut none had ever drawn him naked. At least not in public.
Warm, fragrant air eased my nerves as I stepped outside onto the quad. It was our last day of classes before spring break, and more than likely everyone would forget the episode by the time we returned to school.
I hope.
âHelen!â
I instinctually shuddered at the sound of my name.
Has news traveled that fast?
Am I trending or something?
I wouldnât put it past Brittany and her wicked Twitter fingers; she was truly a twenty-first century skank.
I turned to see who had called me, and at the sight of Emma walking over from the student union, I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was just my BFF.
âWhatâs the matter, babe?â Emma asked, studying me. âYou look tense. Still pissed about missing my party this weekend?â
Emma was planning a major rager at her parentsâ condo the next night. They were on a cruise in Mexico, so weâd have the place all to ourselves.
Well, I wouldnât.
âI mean... no,â I pouted. âBut also, yes. Why did my mom have to pick this weekend to get married? I wanna get shitty. I need it after today.â
âI heard about the Professor Hammond thing.â
âWhat?! How did youââ
âBrittany posted it in her Instagram story,â Emma said with a shrug. âFor what itâs worth, you draw a great cock.â
âYeah, me and Picasso,â I grumbled.
Great. Brittany only has about a thousand followers.
âHey, look on the bright side,â Emma said as we crossed the campus to our dorm. âYouâll probably hump some hunky hillbilly this weekend.â
âIâve already asked my mom, and there will be exactly zero prospects at the wedding. Unless you count my stepbrother.â
âOoh, sounds hot!â Emma laughed. âJust like all that porn you watch.â
I just rolled my eyes at her.
Porn is fantasy. This is real life.
âI canât believe my momâs marrying someone she only started seeing six months ago. I mean, I havenât even met the guy! Itâs so unlike her.â
Mom had never done an impulsive thing in her life. She made a living selling arts and crafts on Etsy. I loved her like hell, but she wasnât the spontaneous type.
âLove makes people do crazy things,â Emma said. âOr maybe he just has a really big dick. Maybe even bigger than Professor Hammondâsââ
âGross!â I yelled, plugging my ears. âI do not want to think about my mom with her dirty old mountain man!â
We giggled like middle schoolers as I swiped my key card and led the way into our dorm.
Emma always made me feel better.
***
I packed up my trusty, rusty Corolla. Bear Creek was in the middle of fucking nowhere, and Mom was making me spend my whole spring break up there.
A week, according to Mom, to be filled with hikingâŠcampingâŠswimmingâŠnatureâŠ
In other words, everything I hated.
I was a city girl. I liked partying. Posting my lunches on Instagram. Hanging out in my PJs and binge-watching Netflix.
I wasnât looking forward to spending my last school vacation up in the mountains like some hick.
I closed the trunk, somewhat comforted by the fact that it was filled with all my favorite snacksâalong with a few handles of Smirnoff vodka.
I needed something to do in case Jack didnât have Internet at his log cabin or whatever.
As I walked around to the driverâs side, I saw two guys strolling toward me.
One of them was Chris.
Holy shit.
My heart backflipped in my chest.
Iâd had a low-key crush on Chris since freshman year. Now that school was ending, I was getting that ânow or neverâ kind of feeling. We were running out of time to get together. Not that I realistically thought that would ever happen.
I had no chance. Chris was tan, he played on the squash team, and he had teeth whiter than arctic snow. His parents were rich because his dad ran a pharmaceutical company or something, and they had a ski house in Vail.
Vail!
I wasnât the worst-looking girl on campus, but Iâd always felt like I was one Twinkie away from fat camp. My curves made me self-conscious.
Add to that the fact that my mom had recently moved to what was probably some glorified double-wide out in the sticks, and I probably didnât seem like much of a prospect to the most eligible hottie on campus.
I was sure heâd heard whatâd happened in art class today. That snake Brittany had a thing for Chris, and she knew I did too. She was always looking for ways to sabotage me.
âWhere ya headed, Helen?â
Chris sidled toward me, his sidekick Sean in tow. I had never understood why Chris hung out with such a creepâhe probably felt bad that he never got girls.
My crush has a heart of gold.
I leaned against my car, trying to look casual. I tried to hide my shaking hands in the pockets of my jeans, but then remembered my goddamn jeggings didnât have any.
âIâm driving up to the Rockies for my momâs wedding.â
âThe Rockies, huh?â Chris smiled. His teeth almost blinded me. âYou know, my parents have a place in Vail. Anywhere near there?â
âNo, umâŠnot Vail,â I said, stumbling over my words.
âAspen?â Sean asked.
âIâm⊠Iâm going to Bear Creek.â
I felt my face get hot. Thank God it was getting dark.
Chris raised an eyebrow. âBear Creek? Really?â
I nodded. He frowned, trading a look with Sean. I was sure theyâd be laughing about this later.
âSo, I guess you wonât be at Emmaâs partyâŠ,â he said.
Was I losing my mind, or did he soundâŠ
Disappointed?
âNo, not this time,â I said.
Chris nodded, brightening. âWell, have a good break. See you when we get back.â
He wrapped me in a hug. I nearly melted in his arms.
âYeah⊠See ya,â I managed. âHave fun tomorrow.â
âWeâre gonna get fucking smashed!â Sean snickered, a jagged smile appearing beneath his piggy nose. He smelled like week-old bong water.
âWatch out for bears up there,â Chris warned jokingly.
I chuckled. âI will.â
He flashed his million-dollar smile once more and turned to go. I fell into my car, swooning.
Is it just me, or were Chris and IâŠsort ofâŠvibing?
I had to be imagining it.
...Right?
Fuck!
WHY am I going to Bear Creek instead of Emmaâs party?
I turned my key in the ignition, listening to the Corolla rumble to life.
The things I did for my motherâŠ
***
A couple of hours later, I was driving dark mountain roads, utterly lost. Apparently, Bear Creek wasnât just the middle of nowhereâit was the end of the fucking Earth.
I hadnât seen another car in miles, let alone a gas station or a McDonaldâs. So no McFlurry sunset for me.
Up here there were no streetlights. No telephone poles. No guard rails. Nothing on either side of me but trees. Trees and trees and more fucking trees.
I saw a yellow glimmer in the dark. A road sign!
I was supposed to meet my mom at some turnoff, but I didnât have service up here, and my GPS had stopped working too.
Am I getting close to Bear Creek Lane?
Fuck if I know.
I slowed down as I got closer to the sign, squinting in the dark to make out the wordsâŠ
WATCH OUT FOR BEARS
Bears?! Jesus H. Christ.
Iâd thought Chris was kidding.
As I kept going, the road became narrower. Windier.
The towering Rockies blocked the glow of the stars and moon. It was pitch black outside.
Where am I?
More nervous by the second, I turned down the Camila Cabello album Iâd been listening to. Music was becoming a distraction as the driving got more difficult.
As I went around another turn, I saw movement in my headlights. I freaked out and hit the brakes.
Oh my fucking fuckâŠ
My hands clenched the steering wheel as a massive shadow emerged from the woodsâŠ
And a goddamn GRIZZLY BEAR loped into the middle of the road!
The hairy beast paused in front of me, facing the Corolla with its glittering eyes.
Holy hell.
It was staring right at me!
