My Stepbrother with Unchained Desires

Avery.

“Relax, Avery, it might not be as bad as you think,” My dear father said as he moved around the living room checking If everything was in place like he wanted.

I whined, “Yeah… but Dad it might not be bad for you. It would be fabulous for you, on the other hand, nu-uh, I'm already dreading this.”

He sighed and sat on the couch beside me, “Honey, I know it's not easy for you but can you please try for me?”

I looked at his face, at 46, he looked like someone in their fifties. Work and responsibilities have made him older than his actual age, especially after the divorce.

I blinked my blue eyes at his matching ones, “I guess, but Dad I can't guarantee anything. Like you know that I want this for you and I'm happy for you but it's just a big change and I'm just not sure if I'll be able to adapt to it,” I replied knowing very well that he knew my fears.

He met Carla, his fiance, last year on Christmas.

She is a good lady, 43, and a single mother.

Has a body to die for, thanks to her Spanish origin.

I've only met her a couple of times and from what I gathered from those meetings is that she's not after my father's money and is genuinely interested in him, unlike the other women my father dated before her.

You see… she's good. What isn't good is that barely a year into the relationship my father proposed to her and now they are engaged and about to get married.

But before they tie the knot they want to see if we could all live together as a family or not.

So they decided for Carla and her son Liam, who I have neither met nor seen, to live with us in our home.

And this change is what scares me. All my life, it had just been me and my father and sometimes Aunt Natalie, who visited us from time to time, the only mother figure in my life.

My Dad has always been lonely, ever since my mom decided to divorce him when I was three because “it wasn't it for her”. I have always seen him taking responsibility, not only providing for me but also always trying his hardest to be there for me, whether it be my musicals or my gymnastics, he was always present there. He never made work as an excuse.

And now that he was finally happy with a partner, I wanted to let him live that happiness without being an obstacle.

But God!!! It was hard adjusting to strangers. And my introverted personality didn't leave much to adjust.

I sighed and raised my arms to hug him, to which he reciprocated, “I'm sorry Dad. I'll try. Just promise me that these new changes will never affect us,” I asked.

I heard him chuckling over my head before I felt his hand caress the brown hair that fell on my back, “Never Princess, you'll always be my number one,” He said and kissed my head.

“Now get up, they should be here.”

And just like he said a G Wagon was crossing the gates of our house and pulling in the front of our Garage.

Carla stepped out from the passenger side of the car and even before she could take a step in our direction, my Dad was already there scooping her up in his arms and hugging her.

It was so strange seeing a 6”1 big guy like him showing such raw and gentle emotions on his face. It never felt that weird because I was always on the receiving end of his gentleness but now that I was looking at it from an outsider’s perspective, it not only looked weird but I could also feel a little jealousy brewing inside me. I have never had to share him with anyone.

But they did look adorable together.

They've been apart for two months because her son Graduated college from Oxford and she had to go to England to attend his graduation ceremony after which they took a vacation around Europe before coming back home to California.

As my Dad put her down and bent his head to kiss her I averted my gaze from them in respect and saw one of the greatest species of a man I had ever laid eyes upon.

Dressed in khaki cargo and a black tank was her son (I assumed) dragging out their suitcases from the back.

And God forbid if I didn't imagine his veiny tattooed arms wrapped around my neck.

“Avery!!!,” an exclamation of my name brought my attention back to Carla who was now hugging me, I hugged her back and welcomed her.

“Avery, come and meet Liam, your brother!” She said before dragging me towards him.

Brother didn't sound good in my head.

“Liam, meet your sister Avery.”

I looked up at Liam, his more than a six-foot build towered over my 5' 7".

He extended his hand, “Nice to finally meet you Avery. My mom talked a lot about you,” he said with a little smile on his face.

I smiled back before reaching out to shake his hand, “Nice to meet you as well. And don't say that in front of my Dad, he might get jealous.”

On that, we all shared a laugh.

My dad and Carla relished in the “happy” moment while I relished in the feel of his grip on my hand.

And Liam didn't seem to mind it as he didn't stray his dark brown eyes away from mine.

“Okay, kids!! Let's get this all settled in,” my Dad's voice brought me out of my mind and I released his hand.

Dad and Liam took out the suitcases from the Car and we all headed inside the house.

It took a while before everyone settled In.

There was some time before dinner was served and I wanted to escape so I asked Dad and he was very happy to allow me as it meant some alone time with Carla for him.

Liam was already settling inside his new room.

Their love sometimes made me want to barf. Not because it was cringe but they were both just hopelessly romantic in love. And it just reminded me of my dry romantic life.

I guess that's why they didn't waste time and got engaged.

Lying on my bed, I picked up the novel that I was reading previously when I felt that tingling sensation in my lower abdomen that you get before periods.

I put my head on the pillow and groaned before standing up and deciding to go to the common washroom on my floor because that's where I stored my essentials for now because the attached bathroom in my room was going through some restoration.

Making my way towards the bathroom, I passed by Liam's room. Yes, we were on the same floor, my Dad's and Carla's room was on the first floor.

By habit, I didn't knock on the door and opened it with just one push - not regret it one bit when my eyes trailed upon Liam's wet nakedness.

Avery.

Holy fucking shit day!

I gaped at the man showering in the open bathroom stall filled with steam, with his back to me.

I took in the broad shoulders first and then my eyes gazed down to his narrow waist and his V-shaped taper.

He is a work of art- I conclude as I swallow the water that has made its way to my mouth.

Liam's butt is taut with the muscles he must have built working out. And his thighs, his thighs just make me want to get in between them.

As I take in his back, it slowly turns and I'm face to face with his front side, with his cock, standing up at attention.

Startled I raised my eyes to his face, his expression showing one of shock while his eyes were filled with heat, I could see his pupils dilating and darkening.

He didn't turn his eyes away from me and neither did he turn back. With some unexpected courage, I strayed my vision down from his eyes to his straight pointed nose, his kissable lips, and his jaw that was flexing with each clench of his mouth.

His neck and down to his chest, my mouth watering at the sight of his packed abdomen, his abs carved as beautifully as bricks placed in perfect placements.

And then the curve of his pelvis that soon led my eyes to the most awaited of all, his cock.

Which was not only standing at attention with its majestic size but its tip even jumped as soon as my eyes caught sight of it.

I could already see the pre cum oozing at its tip.

I swallowed hard, wanting to have a taste of that- to have it buried deep inside me.

My thighs clenched together at the mere thought of his hugeness buried between my walls.

My throat felt dry- I couldn't get my eyes away from it. Salivating at the thought of its taste.

“AVERY!!”

And that was my call to get out of my head.

My head jerked up at my father's voice and I met Liam's heat-filled gaze before I suddenly pushed the bathroom door close.

As soon as I closed the door, I got sight of my dad who was coming from the hallway beside my room, where the stairs were.

“Avery, here you are. Come down for dinner honey,” my dad asked and I hurriedly went to him, holding his arm as I said yes.

“By any chance did you see Liam? I need to call him for dinner as well,” he asked and I shook my head in No.

So fast that I feared that my neck would break.

I excused my dad and told him I needed to get something from my room, while he headed back to the other side to call Liam for dinner.

Getting into my room I slammed the door shut and rested my back on it, taking in deep sharp breaths.

Just now, the whole reality registered in my head.

I was thankful that I managed to get my expression in control before Dad came.

And what the hell did I just get myself into, I just saw my soon-to-be stepbrother naked and hard and he didn't seem to mind.

I ran a hand through my hair and huffed out a breath.

Taking a tampon and a pair of underwear from my drawer, I left my room and skipped the stairs to use the common bathroom on the ground floor.

While changing my panties, I saw the dampness covering them.

It wasn't from my periods but from how turned on I got at the sight of my wet, naked, and hard, stepbrother.

I can't even relieve myself now because dinner is waiting.

But later I would. And I was pretty sure what scene I'd get myself off to.

Chuckling, at my dirty thoughts, I exited the bathroom.

The dining table was lined with both Spanish and American dishes, celebrating Carla and Liam's arrival.

Chef Mac was a genius in the kitchen, he could prepare almost everything on demand.

He was our hired chef and only worked on weekdays as that's the time Dad is always busy with work and with my studies.

On weekends we either go out or cook together.

I sat on the chair adjacent to my Dad while Carla sat beside him. It was my place but I guess I could give her that for taking care of my father so well.

But to my horror Liam came downstairs, dressed in Grey joggers and a white snug tee, and took the seat beside mine.

I barely held the cough that threatened to leave my throat, scared to give myself away to our parents.

We all toasted with a glass of wine and forked into our dinner. In between which, I don't know if it was intentional or not but Liam's hand grazed my thigh as he tried to adjust the napkin on his lap.

And again to my horror, I choked on the Mac & Cheese, I was chewing with delight.

“Avery, here take some water,” Carla's gentle voice sounded as she handed me a glass of water.

A tear left my eye as I took the water from her and drank it, halting my coughing fit.

“Liam, why don't you rub her back? She'll feel better,” Carla asked Liam and before I could refuse, I felt a large hand gently rubbing my back.

“There, there,” Liam whispered and I felt a shiver run down my spine both from his touch and voice.

I didn't want to choke again, so I gently took his hand off and turned to Carla, “It’s okay Carla, I'm fine.”

“Eat in small bites, kid, lest you choke again,” She, recommended in a motherly tone and I just smiled at her.

Who was going to tell her that I did want to choke, just not on food?

I looked up when a serving of tortillas was placed on my plate. My father was smiling at me with affection.

He shook his head and turned to Carla, “Oh you don't know, how much she loves her Mac and Cheese, there was this one time—-”

And just like that the attention was gone from the present situation as my Dad relished in telling my embarrassing childhood stories to Liam and Carla while Carla shared a few embarrassing tales about Liam which I took in with more interest than needed.

With dinner over on a good note, everyone descended to their rooms.

And as soon as I got in my bedroom after brushing my teeth, I locked the door and switched off the lights only letting the fairy ones on.

To give the vibe.

As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, the scene from before entered my head and played on a loop.

Damn…periods!

I was not only feeling more horny but wouldn't even be able to touch myself.

A long sleepless night it would be.