Dominating My Brother
By Destiny Wild
Copyright 2011 Destiny Wild
Smashwords Edition
The events and dialogue presented in this book derive from the author’s own imagination. This work of fiction does not portray characters or incidents from real life situations. Any resemblance to actual occurrences is purely coincidental.
I remember when they first moved in with us. The new family comprised of my new step-mother, a nice, kind woman that my father had married a few years after my mother's death. And then there was him...
That’s when i met my new step-brother, Ben. Four years older than me, twelve at the time. Even at that age, I knew he was handsome. I remember looking at him and being amazed at the stunning young man that had come into my life.
“Hi,” I said, shyly.
“Hey,” he replied back “so you're my new step-sister?”
“That's right,” our parents said, “we hope you two will get along well,”
“We will,” we replied back.
As the years went on, Ben and I grew to love each other as siblings. At least he did. I never thought of him as a brother and I always loved him. I loved him as a girl would love her boyfriend, not how a sister would appreciate her brother. As we both grew up and our bodies continued to develop, I couldn't help but notice his muscular arms and chest. I used to enjoy swimming with him as it was the only time that I could see his beach body, complete with a full six-pack. It was also the only time that I could wear revealing clothes around him and not freak out our parents. Another unmistakeable feature was the fact that he always looked older for his age, which turned me on even more.
I was always upset when he had his girlfriends over, knowing what he was doing to them and wanting him to do it to me. I tried to make him jealous by having boyfriends of my own, but he never seemed to notice. Occasionally I would break down and cry, knowing that I could never be with him.
When Ben went to college, I was devastated. All that time without seeing him was torture for me, not being able to see his face, to see the lips I wanted to kiss so much. My eighteenth birthday arrived and all I received from him was a text saying “Happy Birthday, sis.”
I wanted much more than simple wishes, but I could not have him, as if he was a forbidden fruit for me.
One day there was a knock on the door. I opened it and threw myself into Ben's arms.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Home for the summer,” he replied.
My parents greeted him warmly. “
“You'll have to share rooms with Sally, whilst you're here,” my father said.
“What?” he asked and suddenly panicked. “why?”
“We turned your room into an office,” my parents answered sheepishly, “is sharing alright with you, Sally?”
I was caught off guard by their question, having been deep in thought about why Ben was so nervous about sharing a room with me. “Oh, um, yeah it's fine with me,” I answered, secretly pleased that he would be spending the night with me.
We walked together towards my room, carrying his bags.
“Get me anything good?” I asked.
“What? I was at college not on holiday,” he replied.
“I know, I was joking,” I answered, “just you being here is enough of a present for me,” I quietly said to myself.