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My Sexy Stepbrother is a Werebear

Kelly Lord

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HELEN

I’d been working late in the art building all night, but it was time to call it quits. Tomorrow I had a long day of classes, and there was nothing I needed now more than my sleep mask and fuzzy PJs.

I packed up my art supplies and slumped out of the classroom. My zombie-like steps echoed down the hallway. The place was deserted.

“Hey, Helen.”

I turned to see Chris walking toward me.

What the hell is he doing down here? He’s an Econ major.

I checked my reflection in a framed Mapplethorpe print on the wall.

Phew!

My makeup was on fleek, my blouse camouflaged my curves, and my ass looked perfect in the jeans I was wearing.

Chris walked up to me, a goofy grin on his face.

What’s he smiling about?

“I’m glad I caught you. I’m having a problem with my computer. Can you come to the lab for a sec?”

“Oh
uh
”

He gave me his most radiant smile. I practically needed sunglasses.

My exhaustion disappeared like magic.

“Sure. For a sec.”

Chris took my hand and led me down the hall to the computer lab. Like the rest of the building, it was completely empty.

“What do you need?”

He shut the door behind us and turned off the overhead lights. The blue-green screensavers on the monitors made the room look like an aquarium.

“I need you, Helen.”

I gasped. “Me?”

With one hand, Chris swept off one of the long tables. At least a grand’s worth of technology went crashing to the linoleum. As the devices sparked and fizzled, my hand flew to my mouth.

Holy fuck, that was hot!

Chris was already stripping off his shirt, the body he’d earned on the squash court was on full display. His jacked arms, flat abs, muscular thighs, and toned legs.

He kicked off his boxer shorts, his huge dick already at its fullest attention.

“Well?” my Adonis asked in a low, guttural voice. “What the hell are we waiting for?”

I looked down. Somehow, my clothes were already gone!

I stepped over the broken computers and stretched out on the table. Chris pounced.

I felt his cocktip pulsing at my pussy lips as he sucked and nibbled my hardening nipples. I was already wetter than a damn water park.

“Do it,” I begged. “Fuck me, baby.”

I moaned as he thrust into me. His length was unbelievable. I’d never been with a guy who could make me come with his cock alone, but I had a good feeling Chris would be my first.

His steady rhythm built up faster and faster. My pussy clenched harder around him


On the brink of an orgasm, I looked up into his beautiful gray eyes


Wait a minute. Gray?!

But Chris had green eyes


I gaped at the grin between those high cheekbones. The dark, scruffy hair. The calloused hands gripping the table on either side of me.

Chris wasn’t fucking me


It was Sam!

“Motherfuck!” I cursed as I opened my eyes. I was back in the guest room at Jack’s house.

And my masturbation sesh was effectively ruined.

I shut off my Vibra-Tron as I withdrew it from between my legs. I was still wet as hell.

Too wet, considering my creepy stepbrother had crashed my little fantasy.

I sighed. Why the fuck didn’t this place have Wi-Fi? Jack clearly had the money for it.

This never would’ve happened if I’d had porn.

How did they live like this?

Maybe that was why Sam kept giving me looks


I turned over in bed, hoping to sleep off my dissatisfaction. But it was too damn quiet. I needed some street noises to relax me; it was like a fucking tomb out here.

At least the night hadn’t been a total bust.

After that weird encounter in the driveway, the guys had come back to the porch for a few more drinks. We’d spent half the night listening to their crazy drinking stories, and to Mom’s horror, I'd shared plenty too.

Jack had started up the firepit, so the bugs weren’t so bad, and the night sky was full of stars like I’d never seen.

I’d tried to sit as far from Sam as possible, but he’d kept watching me through the flames. The guy had it bad. Couldn’t he take a fucking hint?

I’m not banging my stepbrother, dude!

Hell would have to freeze over three times before I even thought about it.

You already ARE thinking about it, I reminded myself. My panties were still soggy as a fucking mop.

UGH!

Why can’t I stop thinking about Sam? He’s totally sketchy!

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the vodka would do its thing.

My brain needed a break.

***

The next morning, I walked downstairs for breakfast. This time, I had the good sense to shower and dress first.

I couldn’t risk exposing myself to that horny mountain boy anymore. God knew what seeing more skin would do to him.

As I came into the living room, I saw some luggage packed up near the door. Mom and Jack were cuddled up on a couch drinking coffee.

“What’s with the bags?” I asked.

“Morning, sweetie!” Mom said, jumping up from the couch. “I heard you upstairs. I made your coffee.”

Thank the Lord. I slept like shit.

She zipped off into the kitchen. I heard footsteps behind me. Sam was awake too.

Hopefully he was a little more modest this morning as well.

“Morning,” he announced. I turned to see him stretching. He was wearing the same PJ pants as yesterday, this time paired with a thin white tank top that barely contained his muscles.

Well, better than shirtless, I thought, forcing myself to look away.

Although still distracting


Mom returned with coffee for me and Sam and sat back down on the couch next to Jack.

He took her hand. Their new wedding bands sparkled in the morning sunlight coming in through the windows.

“We have an announcement,” Jack said.

“You’re getting married?” I joked, rolling my eyes. Sam snickered.

“Noooooo
,” Mom said, shaking her head at me. She squeezed Jack’s hand tighter. “Jack’s taking me on a surprise honeymoon!”

“We’re going to my cabin further up the mountain,” Jack said. “Well, our cabin now. Elena hasn’t seen it yet, and I thought we’d do some skiing. The weather’s gonna be pretty mild.”

“Mom, you don’t ski!”

“Jack’s going to teach me,” she said with a smile. He beamed at her. I nearly vomited—and not from the hangover.

Man, these two were in love.

I wish I could end up with someone like Jack someday. I hope it might be Chris. Or one of those twin Calvin Klein models Emma and I are going to marry


“We’ll just be gone a few nights,” Jack said. “Then we’ll have a little family camping trip when we get back.”

Wait, what?!

Did that mean they expected me to hang out here for the next few days? Alone? With Sam?

No fucking way. Not happening.

The guy was practically a predator with our parents around. I didn’t want to see how he’d behave without adult supervision.

“You two have already been hitting it off. This is a great chance for you to get to know each other without us old folks killing the buzz,” Mom said.

Sam smirked at me. “Sounds great. Doesn’t it, sis?”

Now I really felt something coming up my throat.

“Mom,” I said quietly, avoiding Sam’s eyes. “Could we chat for a second?”

***

I took a sip of coffee. Mom and I were on the porch. She busied herself cleaning up the remaining bottles and glasses from the night before.

“Mom, I thought I came up here for us to spend time together.”

“We have spent time together, sweetie,” Mom said. “I feel like we’ve talked more in the past couple nights than the past few years. You’re always so busy at college. Or distracted by your phone. It’s peaceful up here, right?”

“It’s
something
” My voice trailed off as I swatted a fly. “Look, I’ll be straight with you—I don’t want to be alone with Sam. I get sort of a weird vibe from him.”

“Sam? Really?” Mom sounded genuinely confused. “Helen, he’s a teddy bear, really. I don’t know where you’re getting that from.”

“He just keeps giving me these
eyes.” I shuddered thinking about the intensity of his stare.

“And last night, when I was getting my vodka out of the car, I heard all the guys talking about this council or something. Then Sam came up behind me and totally freaked me out. It was like I wasn’t supposed to hear what they were saying.”

“Sort of like now?” Mom said, motioning inside where the guys were drinking coffee. “Sometimes people have private conversations, Helen. Think how many times you and Emma gave me the stink eye when I’d barge in on you two.”

I sighed. She wasn’t getting it. “This place just feels a little strange to me, that’s all. I don’t really want to stay without you here.”

“But sweetie, what about the camping trip?” Mom looked at me. I could see in her face that she was disappointed. “I was really hoping to get out in the woods with you and the boys.”

Damn it. I didn’t want to make my mom upset.

She’d worked her ass off raising me alone these past eight years; I didn’t want to seem like some ungrateful bitch of a daughter.

This was a special week for her, and she deserved to get what she wanted.

Even if it did mean I had to spend a few days alone with Sam here in Hicksville, USA.

“I know everything there is to know about Jack and Sam. We don’t have any secrets,” Mom assured me. “They’re the nicest people I’ve ever met. Everyone up here in Bear Creek is so warm and genuine. It’s not like the city.”

She gave me a hug. “You have nothing to be worried about, sweetie.”

I hugged her back.

“Okay, Mom. If you say so.”

***

An hour later, Sam and I stood outside the house as Jack backed the SUV out of the garage and turned it around in the driveway. Jack honked the horn, smiling like a psycho. Mom looked equally deranged.

I hope they have a good time at the cabin, I thought. ~Though why anyone would go further into nowhere is a mystery to me.~

If Jack’s house didn’t have Wi-Fi, his ski house probably didn’t even have running water.

The thought made me shudder.

“Have fun, kids!” Mom shouted out the window as the car disappeared down the driveway. I was a little misty-eyed—we’d had a lot of fun together these past two days.

“Don’t worry, sis,” Sam said, sidling closer to me. “We’re gonna have a ball together.”

What a creeper!

I didn’t answer him, instead turning back for the house.

Thank God my room had a lock.

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