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Several hours later we’re sitting around Melony’s living room with some friends and strangers, while music blares around us and people chat in the background, and we’re playing a game of truth or dare. I’m so not a fan of these ridiculous party games but Sebastian can make me do anything. It’s my turn and I’ve chosen dare.
“I dare you to make out with Sebastian for ten seconds.” Melony gives me a wicked grin, but if she thinks she can scare me by daring me to kiss a guy, she’s wrong. Even if that guy happens to my stepbrother. Sure, I’m straight, but it’s just a stupid kiss, for a stupid game.
Sebastian smirks from where he’s sitting sideways on the armchair opposite me, his legs slung over the side. His long hair is down and falling loosely over his shoulders and he’s dressed in black leather pants and a pink cropped sweatshirt.
When he started college six months ago and moved in with me, he got involved in the LGBTQ group on campus right away, and I started joining him at his parties. I call them his because I don’t fucking do parties. They’ve just never been my scene. Not because I’m obsessed with my school work or anything but because people are stupid and I want nothing to do with them. Sebastian is the exception to that rule, just like all of my other rules, and when he gives me that little pout I can’t say no. And honestly, I’ve come to enjoy spending time with the friends he’s made. I might even go so far as to say they are my friends, too. Sort of.
Sebastian stands and sways over to me. He grins and I blink as he straddles my lap, my hands darting out to grip his narrow hips. My heart rate starts to spike and I don’t know if it’s from nerves or something else. I’ve held Sebastian before but never like this. This feels more…intimate.
“Ten seconds, big brother. Let’s give them a show.” He grips my cheeks and presses his lips to mine without any hesitation. I suck in air through my nose and grunt. My entire body tingles at the sensation as I hear our friends and other partygoers around us counting down, and I find myself surprised at the realization that I’m not hating it. This is the first time I’ve ever kissed a guy and it’s not terrible. Sebastian’s lips are warm and soft as they move against mine, sending shivers throughout my body.
He tugs on my lower lip, then slides his tongue along it, and I find myself opening for him as my hand moves to his neck and he tilts my head slightly, deepening the kiss. Warmth pools in my belly and a shiver races down my spine. Fucking hell, I’ve never been kissed like this.
He tastes like root beer and pretzels, and it’s perfect. Our tongues tangle and it takes me a moment to realize that the moan I’m hearing is coming from me. I’m instantly drawn back to reality when my cock springs to life in my jeans.
Fuck. I pull away quickly, just as the ten seconds are up, and count my lucky stars that I didn’t get a full fledged hard on with my little brother sitting on my lap, his tongue down my throat. What the hell was that?
My head is reeling as everyone around us claps and cheers, and then Melony says, “Damn, boys, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were the real thing.” She waves her hand in front of her face as if to cool herself off and I try for a smile, even though my heart is racing and my mind is a jumbled mess right now.
Sebastian moves off my lap with a wide grin and takes his place back on the chair. The party resumes as if nothing happened. As if my world wasn’t just turned on its axis.
My lips are still tingling from his on mine and I have to force myself not to reach up and touch them.
Did I enjoy kissing my stepbrother?
Holy fuck.
“You okay, big brother?” Sebastian asks when we make it back to our apartment a couple of hours later. It’s past midnight but I’m so wound up I know there’s no way I can sleep. My mind is still racing from the night’s events and what the hell it means.
I’ve kissed girls before and it was okay, but no fireworks or anything. Even sex wasn’t that exciting and I always wondered if maybe I was asexual or something. I never understood what all the hype was about. But one kiss from Sebastian and I’m finding myself wanting more.
Jesus, what’s wrong with me? It wasn’t real. It was just a game. It didn’t mean anything. I’ll be fine in the morning. I’m sure of it.
“I’m fine,” I lie, and unease settles in my gut. I’ve never lied to Sebastian before. We tell each other everything. I knew about his first kiss his junior year of high school with the president of the LGBTQ club, and when he got his first hand job under the bleachers. He called me at midnight the night he got his first blowjob.
His emerald eyes dance over my face and they are filled with skepticism, but he nods. “Okay. I’m gonna crash. I’ll see you in the morning.” He pecks my cheek and then turns and sashays into his room, closing the door behind him.
Even though I go to bed shortly after him I don’t fall asleep for hours.
When I wake the next morning it’s to the smell of coffee and bacon. My stomach growls and everything feels right in my world once again as I slide out of bed and make my way into the kitchen, until I see Sebastian standing in front of the coffee pot in nothing but a cropped shirt, bright pink lace panties, and his worn out bunny slippers, and my cock jerks.
Fuck. I’ve seen him in his panties a million times. I’ve seen him naked a million times and it’s never affected me like this. Why the hell is it now? I try to look away but I can’t. His pert little ass is so damn cute nestled in the feminine material. The style is such that they don’t quite cover his entire ass and his cheeks peek out under the lacy fabric, teasing me.
Damn, I have the sudden urge to grab his ass and squeeze it, run my hands over it, tug his panties down and?—
“Hey, you’re up. Good. I was about to go wake you.” His words jolt me out of my thoughts and I blink. Fuck, was I really just fantasizing about fondling my brother’s ass? God, I need help.
He gives me a grin. “Breakfast is ready, sleepy head. I’m gonna go shower and change.”
I nod, and then swallow when I realize I’m staring at his ass again as he walks away.
I make it to class, and then to work at the campus coffee shop where I’m pretty sure I don’t get a single order right all afternoon. I’m so distracted and off my game that it doesn’t surprise me when my boss takes me aside to ask if I’m okay.
“Just didn’t get much sleep last night,” I tell her, running a hand through my dark, chin length hair. “I’ll be fine.” There is nothing about this whole fucked up situation going on in my head that is fine, but like I’m going to tell her that. My stepbrother kissed me as a part of a dare and now I think I might be bi and want to fuck his brains out. Yeah, no.
I make my way home after my boss lets me leave early, telling me to get some rest. I try but it doesn’t work. I think I doze off for maybe an hour on the couch before Sebastian comes in. His long hair is up in a man bun, and he’s wearing bright pink skinny jeans and a white button up with pink and yellow flowers on it. A stark contrast to my jeans and black T-shirt. My wardrobe doesn’t consist of much else other than a few jackets and maybe a sweater or two.
And goddamn it, he looks sexy as fuck.
