Resisting My Hot Stepbrother

Allison

I opened my eyes to the sound of muffled moans and slurping noises coming from the other side of the thin hospital wall.

"Yes, baby, yes..." a woman's voice cooed.

"You like this?" A man's voice responded, followed by more moaning and groaning.

"Yes, please, more!" she begged shakily.

I rubbed my aching head, annoyed. "Fuck!" I snarled, throwing off the covers. "Who the hell has sex in a hospital room?"

I got out of bed and slammed my fist against the wall. "Can't you see patients are trying to sleep here?"

The noise stopped, and I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God," I muttered, rolling my eyes and lying back down.

Just as I was about to go back to sleep, the door creaked open. I quickly opened my eyes and saw my mom walking in, a warm smile on her face.

"Are you awake, sweetie?" she asked, taking out a food flask from her bag. "I brought you some soup. You must be hungry."

I sat up, brushing the hair out of my face. "Mom?" I called, and she turned to me still wearing that smile.

"When can I leave here?" I asked, letting out a tired sigh. "I swear that I'm fine now."

My mom's expression turned stern as she offered me the flask and a spoon. "You can't leave until you've completed your treatment, Allison, and don't worry, it's in a few days, okay?"

I let out another deep sigh and started eating slowly. "How about changing hospitals?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "Did something happen?"

I shook my head, avoiding eye contact. "Nah, never mind."

As I ate, my gaze drifted to the cuts on my wrists. The mirror beside me also reflected the red marks on my neck. The hazy memories of my past self-harm resurfaced, but... that wasn't what landed me in the hospital.

It was the day I had run outside, hoping to get hit by a car. And that was exactly what happened. The car struck me, sending me tumbling to the ground. The last thing I heard was my mom's loud scream before I lost consciousness. I was rushed to the hospital, where I spent weeks trying to recuperate.

It was after a few weeks that I woke up. The problem was, I couldn't remember some things – why I self-harmed or why I wanted to kill myself by throwing my body into some moving vehicle.

My mom has told them that wasn't my first attempt, either. I had a history of self-harm and suicide attempts, but my memories of those events were hazy.

I still remembered when I first woke up after the surgery I had, my mom and stepdad were overjoyed. They were over the moon that I had made it through. However, my elder sister, Sally had only visited me once, and that was the next day. I never saw her again.

Probably, that was why I hated her and never responded to any of her stupid messages asking me to like her photos on Instagram. It was only my parents that always visited, always checking up on me.

"Allison?" my mom whispered, her teary eyes locked on mine.

"Yes?" I replied.

"How about going for therapy after you get discharged?" my mom asked, her voice laced with concern.

I grunted. "Why? I don't need therapy."

My mom's voice cracked. "What if you try to... to do those things you did to yourself last time?"

I sighed, rubbing the side of my face. "I promise, I won't! Besides, I've forgotten what led to that, so everything will be fine now."

"And what if you remember sooner or later?" My mom asked, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I promise to keep it hidden, Mom," I began, trying to reassure her. "I promise not to remember that fragment of memory."

She smiled weakly, then hugged me tightly. Afterward, she looked at me with a mix of sadness and concern on her face.

"By the way, Jayden is back from Spain. He came back yesterday and will be staying with us now."

"Jayden?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

My mom nodded quietly. I remembered Jayden, of course – he's my stepbrother who had always hated me, my sister, and my mom ever since his father married her. He never hid his feelings and had a very sharp tongue, but because my mom was such a well-behaved and calm woman, she would always let it go, smiling it off.

Jayden's father had divorced his mother and married mine just a few months later, which only fueled Jayden's resentment for his father.

"I mean, who the hell remarries after two months of divorce?!" he had yelled, tears streaming down his reddened face.

Although my sister Sally and I didn't like the situation, we had no choice but to respect our mom's wishes. She really loved and desired to marry Tommy, our stepfather, and we gave our blessing. After all, she had been lonely for six long years following my dad's sudden passing.

Jayden, on the other hand, was fiercely opposed to it, and he eventually left us in Florida to live with his maternal aunt in Spain. He had wanted to stay with his mother, but she had rejected him, saying he belonged with his father.

Poor Jayden – the world seemed to be against him.

I couldn't even remember Jayden's face anymore. It had been eight years since I last saw him, when he was 15 and I was 14. Time flew by so quickly.

"Why is he coming back?" I asked, taking a sip of water from the cup my mom handed me.

"He feels he's grown up and doesn't want to leech off his aunt anymore," she explained. "His request for a college transfer was also successful, so he'll finish his final years at Boston."

My eyes widened in surprise. "My school?"

My mom nodded. "Yes."

"When... When is he arriving?" I asked, stammering like I'd never been shocked in my entire life.

"Tonight," she replied.

I assumed I wouldn't see him since I was still in the hospital, but my mom had other plans.

"Well, I guess I'm not seeing him tonight till whenever I'm discharged."

"Of course, you'll see each other," she said. "A simple 'hello' won't hurt, will it? He'll come to see you."

I was taken aback. "So, you're saying he's going to visit me here... alone?"

"What's wrong with that?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"Everything, Mom," I sighed, feeling uneasy. "That guy literally hates me. Who knows what could happen between us here? Another round of fighting and yelling. Ugh!"

My mom laughed and shook her head. "I should leave now, sweetie. The store needs to be opened today."

I nodded quietly, and as she turned to leave, I called out, "Mom!"

She turned back, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"

I asked softly, "What about Sally? Doesn't she want to see me? It's been a week already."

"I really don't know, sweetie," she replied, her voice soft. "According to Sally, she's been really busy, but don't worry, I'll talk to her, okay?"

I felt my heart clench in sadness.

"You don't have to worry," I muttered, forcing a smile. "Bye!"

She waved and left, and as soon as the door went shut, I closed the flask, pushed it aside, and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I let out a soft sigh, shut my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

As I slept, I sensed a presence watching me. Minutes passed, but the feeling persisted. I quickly opened my eyes to find a handsome young man staring at me.

His chiseled features, glassy skin, and piercing eyes left me breathless. His black hair was stylishly messy, framing his face perfectly. He was both cute and handsome, with an undeniable charm.

My mind foggy, I wondered if I was dreaming. "Who is this prince charming?" I thought.

I reached out to touch his face, and my fingers brushed against his soft skin. "Wow, it feels so real," I whispered.

The person's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Hello, Alli," he whispered back.

Wait! only one obnoxious person would call me that.

My eyes widened in shock as I took in his face well. "Jayden?"

Jayden

As I stood there, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Allison looked, despite the dull hospital gown she was wearing. Her eyes sparkled as she quickly withdrew her hand from my face, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Hey?" I whispered, my voice smooth and calm.

She looked up at me, her expression guarded. "Jayden, what are you doing here?"

"Why? Weren't you expecting me?" I scoffed. "I thought your mother told you."

She looked away, showing signs of ignorance. "No," she replied coldly.

"I was asked to visit you," I shrugged. "I just got back, and I thought I'd drop by to see how you're doing."

Allison sat up straight, attempting to compose herself. "Well, I'm glad to see you, Jayden."

"Yeah, me too," I nodded. "Heard about what happened. Glad you're doing okay now."

"Yeah, thanks," she muttered.

I let my eyes roam over her, taking in the changes eight years had brought. "Wow, it's been eight years, I guess?" I said, my voice low and husky. "You've grown up quite nicely."

Allison's cheeks flushed, and she looked away. I couldn't help but notice how the hospital gown accentuated her curves.

"Even the huge hospital gown can't hide that," I said, my voice dripping with innuendo as I stared at her chest.

Her eyes snapped back to mine, and I could see how embarrassed and annoyed she looked. "I think you should leave now, Jayden. You've seen me already. Also, I want to rest."

"Oh, come on," I chuckled, shaking my head. "You've been sleeping since I got here. Besides, I don't want to go home just yet. Mind if I stay for a few minutes?"

Allison shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Do what you wish."

I walked over to the chair beside Allison's bed and sat down, pulling out my phone to distract myself. Allison returned to her bed, lying down and facing away from me.

As I scrolled through my phone, I checked my Instagram and my eyes landed on my ex-girlfriend's recent post, and my heart sank.

She had posted another picture with her so-called new man, and they were smiling and laughing together. I felt a surge of anger run through me. Was she really going to do this?

One of the few reasons I decided to leave Spain was because of her. I just couldn't handle the pain of her not being with me anymore. I had been in love and obsessed with her, and when I found out she had been cheating on me, it destroyed me.

I confronted her, and she didn't even have the decency to be ashamed. She told me she wasn't interested in our relationship anymore, and that was it.

Looking at the pictures now brought back all the anger and hurt. I blocked her immediately and left the annoying app, breathing furiously. I needed to distract myself, to do something to take my mind off these thoughts of her or I might just hurt myself even more.

That was when I remembered my boredom breaker, and of course, my mind soother...

I went to the videos I'd saved of the OnlyFans creator I'd been following for a long time, and then, my eyes landed on my favorite video - a steamy clip of this woman with her usual golden brown curly hair, and her face hidden behind a burning red bunny mask.

In the video, she was having this hard sex with a guy, and the sounds they made were loud and intense. My best came, and that was her being slammed from behind.

As I watched the video, I didn't notice Allison stirring beside me.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, her voice low and disapproving.

I looked up to see her face contorted in a look of irritation and her eyes blazing with annoyance. Her face also looked flushed with embarrassment. She felt like she could snap my phone out of my hand and throw it out the open window.

"If you really want to watch that, you should leave. Besides, this is a hospital, for crying out loud. The walls are thin, and people are here to recover, not to listen to...that."

I couldn't help but smile, enjoying the fact that I had gotten under her skin.

Ignoring Allison's protests, I continued watching videos of this favorite OnlyFans creator of mine, but as I scrolled through her page, I realized she hadn't posted anything new in over a few months.

"Hmm. What happened?" I sighed. "I really miss her. No hiatus message or anything."

I let out a deep sigh and went back to watching her old videos which kind of intrigued me.

"Gosh, her waist is such a killer," I whispered, my eyes crinkling as I smiled.

Allison's anger boiled over, and she stood up, her eyes blazing.

"I have had enough. You should really leave now, Jayden. People might think something is happening here."

I stood up, my eyes locked on hers, also facing her. She took down a heavy gulp and took a step back, her eyes fluttering with unease.

"Then, how about we make them really think that something is really going on here?" I smirked, my voice low and husky.

"What the hell are you saying? Have you gone crazy?" she yelled, furiously.

I cupped Allison's face, my lips inches from hers, but she pushed me away, her eyes flashing with anger and her chest raising and falling as she was breathing really fast.

"We just met after eight years," she said, her voice firm. "Besides, I'm your sister."

I smirked. "Step-sister," I corrected.

Her face twisted in disgust. "Should I just call the nurse to push you out from here? I'm tired of you."

"Wait," I chuckled. "By the way, why do we keep hiding the fact that we've met before now. What is with the 'we just met' or have you really forgotten?"

"What?" she glared.

"We actually did this the last time we saw each other... we actually had sex," I emphasized, my voice low.

Allison's eyes widened, and she quickly covered my mouth with her hand, her eyes darting around the room as if she feared being overheard.

It was actually January, nine months ago, and I had flown in from Spain to finalize my transfer to Boston College. I came to do everything discreetly but coincidentally, I had run into Allison at school, and she had no idea what I was doing there.

"I'm not here for family," I had told her, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just need to take care of a few things. Please keep this from the others."

She asked no questions.

We had ended up grabbing a few drinks, and one thing had led to another and we fucked that day at my hotel. The sex had been intense, passionate, and unforgettable.

It was also something we wanted buried forever but now... I couldn't. Not with her standing in front of me with those eyes.

I felt my dick jiggle just by remembering that day and how well she has performed on it, making sure I enjoyed it to the last bit. Who would have thought this cute-looking, innocent girl could be a wild slut indoors.

Well, they say, do not judge a book by its cover.

"You'd better keep your voice low," she whispered, shakily. "And... And that day was just a mistake. A big mistake which I regret till this day. I'm certain you regret it too."

I removed her hand from my mouth, a sly grin spreading across my face.

"That was not a mistake," I said, my voice low and husky. "The thing is, you failed to resist me."

"What?" she scoffed.

I leaned closer, my face inches from Allison's before whispering, "How about we do this just once? I'm horny as fuck."

"That's not my fault, you should handle that yourself!" she spat. "Nobody asked you to watch porn."

"It's not porn," I corrected quickly. "It's just... You don't even need to know."

"Whatever, It's not my business. Please just leave already," she sighed.

"Alli," I said softly. "Please..."

"If you're that horny, you should go out there and get yourself a prostitute or something. I think there's a motel downtown."

I smirked, undeterred. "How about I go tell our parents that we've already crossed that sibling boundary by having sex. Should I tell them how good you fucked and sucked me, even begging me for more?"

"Are you crazy!" she yelled, veins popping at the sides of her neck.

"What?" I yelled back. "Maybe, that would even be better for me. Who knows? They could divorce right away."

Allison sighed deeply, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Jayden..."

I walked up to her, holding her hand. "Just this once. This is the last time. I promise. We can go back to being... brother and sister again."

Silence.

"Look at how bad I'm begging you, Allison... Please."

Allison looked up at me, her eyes searching. She swallowed hard, then looked around the room, sighing deeply in frustration. "You should check if the door is locked."

I smirked, walking over to the door to lock it. When I returned to Allison, I saw her sitting on the bed, her eyes fixed on me. I walked up to her, cupped her face, and leaned in to kiss her.

But Allison pushed my face away, thinning her lips briefly.

"Don't fucking kiss me," she said, her voice firm. "You can do this without kissing, right?"

Allison

As I sat on the bed, Jayden's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a hunger that made my skin prickle. He shifted me on the bed, his hands gentle but firm, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, sending sparks flying through my body. I pushed him away slightly, reminding him, "No kissing."

Jayden's eyes gleamed with amusement. "I kissed your neck, not your lips."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "Just get on with it."

Jayden's lips returned to my neck, his kisses sending cold shivers down my spine. He then pulled away, his hands moving to the hem of my gown. He pulled it up, and I felt a rush of cool air as he exposed my skin.

"Damn, you've got a great body, Allison," he said, his eyes lingering on my cleavage and waist.

"I... Thank you," I replied softly, trying my best not to sound too nervous.

Jayden stood up straight, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly peeled off his shirt. His body was toned and muscular, even more so than when I had last seen him seven months ago. I couldn't help but stare, my gaze fixated on his chiseled chest and abs.

I didn't even realize I was staring until Jayden's smirk made it clear that he had noticed. He moved closer to me, reaching around my back to unhook my bra with a swift, confident motion.

A wave of nervousness washed over me as I felt the fabric fall away. I couldn't believe this was really happening.

His hands cupped my breasts, and I had to fight to keep from making a sound. I didn't want anyone to hear us, even though I had cursed the people next door just moments before.

Jayden's lips found mine once again, trailing down from my neck to my breast. I moaned softly as his mouth took in my hard nipple, licking and sucking it gently. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out, my toes curling in response to the sensations coursing through me.

But what on earth were we doing? I considered pushing Jayden away and telling him to do whatever he wished, that I didn't care anymore, but the feeling of his hand squeezing my thigh made me hesitate. His other hand was on my left breast, squeezing it firmly, as if trying to draw something out of there.

Before I could fully process what was happening, Jayden's hand moved down to my panties, rubbing it gently and making me shiver. In one swift motion, my pants were off, and I couldn't even understand how he had managed it so quickly.

"Oh my god," I whispered, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly as one of his fingers slipped inside me.

"I badly want to kiss you," he murmured, his gaze moving between my lips and my rolling eyes. "Can I?"

"Don't-" I started to protest, but a loud moan escaped me as a second finger joined the first.

"Oh, come on!" someone from the next room yelled, pounding on the wall.

Goodness! I felt so embarrassed. This was not how I had wanted things to go.

"Shh," Jayden whispered, quickly pulling off his pants and underwear. "You know what, let's just get straight to the point."

I swallowed hard as his cock sprang free. It was bigger and thicker than I had expected, and I found my eyes drawn to it, fascinated by the way it throbbed and grew with each passing second.

"Why are you staring so hard?" Jayden asked, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above me. "Do you want it in your mouth like that day?"

"What the hell are you saying?" I snapped, anger and disgust contorting my face. "Can we just forget that day ever existed? Why would I even want that thing in my mouth again?"

"Well, the drool on your face says otherwise," he whispered, wiping the wetness from the side of my mouth.

This was beyond embarrassing. I simply kept shut and turned my head away, unable to meet his gaze. All I wanted was for this to be over as quickly as possible, and for him to just leave.

Without warning, Jayden spread my legs apart like a roasted chicken ready to be devoured. I gasped, unprepared for the sudden exposure. He let out a deep grunt as he plunged his full length into me, causing a sharp cry to escape my lips.

"Here we go," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Just be quiet for me, okay?"

I nodded, my whimpering subduing as he began to move slowly, his body rocking in and out of my wet, clenched pussy.

"Are you sure I shouldn't kiss you?" he asked, leaning closer until our faces were mere inches apart, his hands gripping my hips.

"No," I managed to say between soft moans, my body weakening with each thrust.

He relaxed his body and gently lifted legs up, so that my face was between them. His movements became faster and more powerful, causing the flimsy bed to creak and shake beneath us.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he drove deeper and harder inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I began to moan senselessly, my fingers clutching the sheets tightly.

The sudden sound of a phone ringing made me flinch. Jayden held me in place before I could disengage from him, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and checking the caller ID.

A smirk crossed his face as he showed me the screen. It was my mother calling! This couldn't be good. I desperately wanted to get away, but he refused to budge.

"Just stay still and be quiet," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

I swallowed hard, my gaze locked on him as he answered the call, all the while continuing to thrust into me.

"Hello, Jayden?" my mother's voice came through the speaker.

"Yes, ma'am?" Jayden replied, his tone casual as usual.

"When are you coming back home?" she asked.

"Uh... I was wondering if I could sleep over at an old friend's place?"

"Okay then. How's Allison doing-"

Before she could finish her question, Jayden abruptly ended the call, his focus now entirely on me.

"Why did you just end the call like that?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"No distractions," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my raised leg.

Without another word, he pulled out, flipped me over, and plunged back inside me before I could fully bend for him, I winced at the sudden intrusion, but my body quickly adjusted to his size, welcoming the pleasure that came with each powerful stroke.

"Oh damn" I mewled, my fingers digging into his thighs as my body quivered beneath him.

And we went on and on.

"Oh, fucking hell, Jayden. I think I'm going to come."

"Yeah, come for me, baby," he whispered hotly against my ear, his breath. "Fucking come for me."

"I'm not your baby." I breathed, stuffing the pillow to my face.

My eyes squeezed shut as he grew wilder, his body pounding into mine so hard that I actually had tears running down my eyes. His balls slapped against my sensitive flesh with each forceful thrust.

"Oh, fffuck, Jayden!" I cried, my voice trembling with pleasure.

"Yes, baby. I love it when you call my name," he grunted, his voice raw with desire.

"Stop fu... fucking... calling me your babyyy," I yelped, sobbing quietly.

Well, he never listen? Does he?

"Ughhh! I think I'm going to fucking come, Alli. Fuck, baby!"

Just as I was about to lose myself entirely in the moment, I remembered something important.

"Don't come on the bed," I whispered, my face buried in the sheets.

He pulled out, and I felt his strong hands gripping my butt cheeks, his nails scraping my skin as he released his load, splattering across my back and onto the bed.

"Stay where you are," he commanded, grabbing his underwear from the floor to wipe me clean.

He turned me over, sitting me down, spreading my legs wide and placing them on his shoulders. His hand found my swollen clit, massaging it with expert precision, before slipping his fingers into my still-throbbing pussy.

"I...I think I'm really going to come now," I groaned, my raised legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Yes, come for me, baby," he nodded, increasing the pressure on my clit as his fingers worked their magic inside me.

My stomach clenched, and with a sharp intake of breath, I exploded on his hands and onto the bed.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried, collapsing onto the bed, my shivering legs clasping together as I tried to find my composure back.

Jayden laid beside me, breathing fast and hard.

We lay there, our bodies spent and sated.

Staring at the white ceiling, my mind was a jumbled mess, and I longed to crawl inside Jayden's head to know what he was thinking. Did he enjoy every moment? Would he return for more? Or was he filled with regret?

"I guess this is it?" I swallowed, shattering my thoughts.

"Yeah," he finally replied, after a long pause. His voice was detached, devoid of emotion.