My New Step-Brother - Part 11 (Patreon)

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By the time I woke, morning light had spilled down upon us. It was cold now, far colder than it had felt the previous night, but Tucker's large muscular arm remained over me, and his load had dried into my crotch.

As happy as I would have been to stay there, the cold breeze whipped over our naked bodies, and suddenly I was shaking.

"Tucker" I whispered, and realised that we were completely isolated out here.

"Tucker" I said loudly, and the beefy young man stirred.

"Morning" he yawned, stretching his perfect body, and I noticed now that we were both stiff with morning wood.

"Morning" I smiled, and he squeezed me tight.

"We better get back" he said a moment later, "my mom is going to kill us".

"Us!?" I gasped, "but... But"

"Relax" Tucker smiled, sitting up, "her bark is worse than her bite".

We both stood up, and my eyes remained on his beautiful tool as we dressed. The previous night had been the best of my life. It was magical, and perfect, and amazing, and I wanted to feel it every night forever, but for now, it was time to return to Bernie's.

The twins were chasing each other around the sludgy courtyard as we approached, and they stopped dead when we appeared.

"Ohh" they sang in unison, "you two are in trouble!"

"Beat it" Tucker smirked, and pretended to chase them away.

"Your moms gonna' hate me" I groaned as we pushed inside and the smell of delicious food filled my nose once again.

Kids seemed to be rushing in all directions as we walked back down the dark hallway and into the kitchen. My heart raced as Bernie turned to us, her face stiff and serious.

"Mom –"

"Don't" she quipped, raising her hand, and Tucker fell silent.

"Your father was here last night" she continued, and my heart began to pound.

"What?!" Tucker gasped, "why? What did he want?!"

Bernie's expression softened as her eyes landed on me.

"Me?" I asked, my mouth dry and eyes wide.

She nodded sympathetically.

"Threatened to get the police" she scoffed, "until I smacked him with the broom, the nasty swine"

"But... But I'm eighteen!" I snapped, "I can do whatever I want!"

"I know pet" Bernie smiled sadly, rubbing my cheek, "but according to him, you need to be seen by a psychiatrist".

"That's bullshit!" I barked, and realised that Leon was sitting at the end of the table.

"What did you tell him?" Tucker asked, and his face had turned pale.

"That I had no idea who he was talking about, of course" Bernie laughed, "but I fear it's only a matter of time before he comes snooping around here again".

The two of us sat down at the table as the wonderful woman plated up bacon and eggs. I watched as Tucker toyed with one of his eggs, and felt a rush of guilt.

"I'm sorry" I said, before I could stop myself, "this is all my fault, I shouldn't have..."

"Nonsense" Bernie almost yelped, "you're more than welcome in this house, and they'll have to drag me out of here kicking and screaming before they get to you".

She slid a large mug of hot tea in front of me before shuffling from the room. Tucker smiled at me, though I could tell that the news had worried him.

"It'll be okay" I said, but I wasn't sure I believed that myself, "he won't find out about you".

The handsome young man glared at me and shook his head.

"I'm not worried about that" he spat, "I'm worried about you!"

Leon dropped his spoon nosily into his bowl and stood up abruptly. It was easy to tell that he wasn't too impressed with my presence.

"Why don't you just go home?!" The young boy shouted, and rushed from the kitchen before Tucker could get to his feet.

"Leave it" I sighed, taking his arm, "he's right. I should just go home".

Tucker swung around and grabbed me firmly. His strong hands lifted me entirely from the bench and before I had a chance to protest, his lips pushed against mine.

"For as long as you're here" he whispered sternly, "this is your home. Now come on, you smell like jail and cum".

I sniggered as Tucker pulled me back into the hall and up the stairs. A few moments later, the both of us stood in the bathroom and the shower kicked in to life.

"A psychiatrist" he growled, pulling my shirt over my head, "he's the one who needs a shrink".

I watched eagerly as he dragged his own one off, followed by the rest of his clothes until the bathroom became clouded in steam, and Tucker was naked once again.

"You're an adult!" He continued, mindlessly stripping me naked as he thought out loud. "He's not even your dad!"

Tucker helped me into the shower and pushed in beside me. He continued to talk, but all I could think about now was that his long, wet cock was pressing against my own one.

The hot water felt amazing against my skin, but Tucker felt better. I watched as the droplets ran down his broad, muscular chest and he pulled me into him.

"You're not going anywhere" he growled, hugging me tightly.

"So you've kidnapped me?" I smirked, my cheek against his skin.

"If I kidnapped you" he whispered, his warm breath covering my ear, "then I'd have to be rough with you".

His hands grabbed my wet buns and squeezed them tightly. I gasped as he pulled them apart and slid his finger down my quivering hole.

"I'd probably have to tie you up, too" he continued, his voice low and sexy as he spun me around and held my two wrists against the tiled wall with one hand.

My rod stiffened instantly as Tucker explored my body with his hand. Every touch felt like electricity, and I moaned quietly.

"What do you want from me, Mr. Kidnapper?" I smirked, his hand around my erection.

"Oh well that's easy" he told me, biting my earlobe and causing me to spill fluid down his knuckles. "I want you".

I felt his cock stiffen and rub against my ass, and suddenly, I wanted to be fucked more than I ever had before. I wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted to pleasure my man as best I could. I wanted to reach down, take his large member and push it inside, but he held me in place and simply rubbed his cock head against my eager ring.

"Do it" I moaned, and I felt him push against me.

"Have you ever used water as lube?" He grinned, kissing my neck as his boner slid between my cheeks.

I shook my head and turned to kiss him.

"You don't want to" he laughed, and released me.

We both stood looking at each other, I was breathless, and my face, flush. He was the epitome of perfection, and I couldn't quite believe that he was mine.

Tucker squirted shower gel into his hands and began to lather my soaking body. His fingers worked my muscles, pressing firmly into my flesh and causing me to gasp with pleasure. It wasn't just sexual pleasure, it was pure, complete, full body pleasure.

We washed each other, and I found myself in awe as I felt every strong, defined muscle on his body. My fingers trailed the curves and dips, my cock bounced as they did.

By the time the suds washed away, the door shook with a bang.

"Will you hurry up in there!" A voice called, and Tucker sniggered as we got out.

"Just a minute!" He called back, and looked at me as he wrapped the towel around my shoulders.

"Sorry" he grinned, "we've only got one bathroom".

I smiled back as the two of us dried off, and both of our erections dwindled.

"Here" he said, and handed me a bundle of clothing. "They're probably a bit big for you" he added with a smirk, "but I think Leon would have a breakdown if he caught you wearing his clothes".

I nodded and laughed, and the two of us dressed.

"Why does he hate me?" I asked seriously.

I wasn't particularly bothered by the opinion of a child, but there was something about the boy's attitude that made me feel like there was a deeper reason for his anger than simply my presence.

"We're close" Tucker told me, scrubbing my hair with his towel, "well, we were anyway".

"But what's that got to do with me?" I asked,

"Nothing" he shrugged, "he just doesn't like change".

I wanted to tell him that the kid would just have to get over it. That life was full of change, but Tucker seemed to read my mind and smiled.

"All of the kids here are foster kids" Tucker told me, rubbing my cheek, "I'm the only biological child".

My mouth dropped open.

"I didn't know" I said, as the door knocked again.

"Coming!" Tucker called.

"Leon was dealt a bad hand" he smiled sadly, "everybody he's ever loved has either hurt him or left him, and he thinks I'll leave too".

"That's awful" I sighed, "I'm sorry".

"For what?" Tucker smiled, "the two of you will just have to get used to each other".

We walked from the bathroom just as Bernie walked from the twins room with a bundle of clothing in her arms. I froze, as did Tucker but she beamed at us.

"Well at least you're both clean!" She laughed, and continued down the stairs.

Tucker stared at me, and I, at him, until we both laughed aloud and headed for the stairs. As we descended, a thundering bang sounded at the front door, and Tucker rushed back to the upstairs window.

"Fuck" he spat.

I joined him, peering out into the rain to find two police cars in the drive.

Bernie rushed to the bottom of the stairs and pointed at me.

"Get out of sight" she hissed, and fixed her hair in the mirror, composing herself before heading to the door.

"Hello officers" I heard her say warmly as Tucker shoved me into a old cabinet and closed the door.