A Naughty Welcome Home by Scarlet DeLorne

Stepbrother erotica short story

A naughty welcome home

It's been three years since Alisa last saw Jake, and in all that time, she hasn't stopped lusting over him. When he gets off the plane from Cambridge, nothing has changed between them, it seems. Except for the fact that he only got hotter with time. Alisa is more than elated when Jake asks her if she wants to stay with him for the short weekend that he's in town. Little does she know that his feelings for her are a lot less platonic than she ever imagined.

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica

Language: English


Word Count: 5737

Sample text:

Holy shit! I can't believe it's him.

Strange giddiness races through me as I watch Jake, my step-brother, walk out of the airport terminal. It's been years since we've seen each other. Not since he left for college in Cambridge.

It's odd how much change can take place in three years. Jake boarded the plane looking like a fresh-faced bean poll. Now he looks more mature. More ruggedly handsome.

If truth be told, I've always had a crush on my older brother. I was eleven when our parents started dating, and I was just beginning to get into boys. Jake was fourteen at the time and didn't have any interest in me at all. He accepted me as his sister the second that our parents wed. I always thought of him as more though, secretly stowing away with my friends in my bedroom to talk and fantasize about him.

He was cute back then. But now. . . I try not to allow my eyes to linger on his body too longingly. He's filled out, put muscle on his thin frame. His once boyishly handsome face is covered with dark stubble. He looks older beyond his years somehow. A man, not a boy.

“Alisa!” He sets down his suitcase and opens his arms for me to jump into them.

It's hard not to be excited when it's been so long since we've seen each other. I feel more like I'm welcoming home an old friend than my brother, but his happy sentiment is completely family oriented. As I press my body against his, I can feel the muscle beneath his shirt. He must have worked out a lot to build himself up like this.

Playfully, I slap him in the gut and say, “You got bigger.”

“So did you.” He gazes down at me affectionately, and I instantly worry that he might think I've gained weight.

“That's not a very nice thing to say to a lady.” I roll my eyes at him, only half-joking.

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