My Stepbrother Came Home for the Anniversary, and I Didn't Know Him novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Front Door

He follows her home and in the dark against her front door she lets him eat her out and fuck her standing, one time, with teeth and nails and no kisses.

"One time," I said. "Nobody ever knows."

"Nobody ever knows," Matti said.

He stood on my front step under the porch light with one of the church's folding chairs under his arm.

The cut on his lip had dried black.

"It slid out of your hatch when you took the corner," he said.

I took the chair out of his hand and threw it down the hall behind me.

Then I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him over my threshold.

He kicked the door shut with his boot, and the whole frame shook.

I hit the wood with my back, and he put both hands flat on the door on either side of my head.

His chest was against mine, and it was hot and moving fast.

He bent his head, and his mouth came for mine.

I turned my face away, and he got my jaw instead.

"No kissing," I said.

"Then where?"

"Anywhere that isn't that."

He put his open mouth on my neck, under my ear, and sucked.

My knees went soft, and I hated them for it.

I dug my fingers into the hair at the back of his head and yanked it hard.

He grunted against my skin, and I felt the grunt in my teeth.

"You like that," I said.

"You're the one who bit me."

"I'm going to do it again."

I tore at his shirt with both hands.

A button shot off and ticked across the hall floor, and I heard it roll under the radiator.

He had no undershirt, and his chest was wide and dark with hair, and a pale scar ran along his ribs that I had never seen.

I put my mouth on his shoulder and bit down.

He said "Fuck" through his teeth, and his hips pushed into mine.

I felt him through his jeans, hard and thick against my stomach.

I hadn't expected to want that so badly.

I had expected to want to hurt him, and I did, and the two things were the same hunger.

"Take off your shirt," he said.

"You take it off."

He tore the flannel open down the front, and the snaps went one after another.

He pushed it off my shoulders and let it drop.

My bra was plain gray, and he looked at it for a long time.

He pulled the cups down and put his mouth on my nipple.

He used his tongue first, slow and flat, and then his teeth, and I made a noise I would never admit to.

"Kangas," I said, and my voice cracked. "Shut up and keep going."

He laughed against my breast, and the laugh went through me.

He worked his way down my body with his mouth, over my ribs and my stomach.

He stopped at the button of my jeans and looked up at me.

His eyes were so dark they were almost black.

"I want to taste you," he said. "Tell me to stop."

"Don't you dare stop."

He undid the button with his teeth.

He pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles, and I stepped out of one boot and one leg and left the rest.

The cold air hit me, and then his breath did, and I shut my eyes.

He lifted my right leg and put it over his shoulder.

That opened me all the way, and the doorknob dug into my hip.

I didn't care.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked down.

He was on his knees in my hallway with his mouth an inch from my pussy and his eyes locked on mine.

He dragged his tongue up me, slowly, from the bottom to the top.

My head hit the door.

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeah," he said, against me. "That."

He did it again, and then he found my clit and circled it with the tip of his tongue.

He was patient and he was good at it.

I wanted to know who had taught him, and I wanted to kill her.

I gripped his hair in both fists and pulled him in harder.

He moaned into me, and the sound went straight up my spine.

He slid two fingers inside me while he sucked, and they curled forward and hit the place that made my thighs shake.

"Right there," I said. "Don't move your hand."

He didn't.

He stroked me from the inside and licked me from the outside, and the two rhythms met and doubled.

My leg trembled on his shoulder.

My breath came in short, ugly pieces.

I bit the knuckle of my own hand so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

"Let me hear you," he said.

"No."

He sucked my clit between his lips, hard, and I came all at once.

It tore through my hips and my stomach and up into my chest, and I shoved my face into the crook of my elbow and shouted into it.

My knees buckled, and his hands caught me under the ass and held me up against the door.

He kept licking me through every wave of it, gently now.

I was shaking when he finally let my leg down.

I had come on my own front door with my stepbrother's mouth on me.

I wanted to be sick.

I wanted to do it again.

He stood up with my wetness on his chin and wiped it off with the back of his wrist.

"Your turn," I said, and my voice came out wrecked.

"Don't need one."

"I wasn't asking."

I got his belt open and his zipper down and pushed his jeans past his hips.

His cock sprang out thick and flushed and heavy, with a bead of fluid already at the tip.

I closed my fist around it, and it jumped in my hand.

"Kay," he said, and his head dropped forward onto the door beside my ear.

"Not Kay. Not tonight."

"Kaisa," he said, and it was lower, and it meant it.

That one hit me harder than his mouth had.

I stroked him once, root to tip, and felt his whole body lock.

"Fuck me," I said. "Right here."

He bent his knees and got his arms under my thighs.

He lifted me off the floor, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck.

The head of his cock pushed against me, hot and blunt, and I rolled my hips down to meet it.

He slid inside me in one long, slow shove.

I felt every inch of it stretch me.

"Jesus," he said. "Jesus Christ, Kay."

I buried my teeth in his shoulder to keep from screaming.

He held still for a moment, deep, shaking, and I felt him pulse inside me.

"Move," I said. "I swear to God."

He pulled out and drove back in, and my back slid up the door.

He did it again, harder, and the frame banged in its hinges.

I raked my nails down his back and felt the skin give.

"Harder," I said.

"You're gonna hurt."

"Then I'll hurt."

He fucked me against my door hard enough to rattle the coat hooks.

His hips slammed into mine, and the slap of skin was loud in the narrow hall.

Every thrust hit deep and sent a bright, ugly pleasure up through my stomach.

I held onto his shoulders and took it.

I bit his collarbone and then his neck and then the place under his ear.

He swore at me in a low, steady voice, and I swore back.

"You feel so good," he said. "God, you feel so fucking good."

"Say that again," I said into his neck.

"You feel so good," he said.

"I hate you."

"I know," he said. "Hate me harder."

I tightened around him on purpose, and he made a sound I wanted to hear again.

His rhythm broke and went ragged.

He pushed one hand between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb in fast, hard circles.

"Come on me," he said. "Come on, Kay. I want to feel it."

The second one built up from my knees.

I clenched, and I shook, and I bit down on his shoulder to hold the noise in.

It rolled through me, and I felt myself grip him again and again.

"Fuck," he said. "Kaisa, fuck, I'm going to."

"Then do it."

He thrust twice more, and his whole body went rigid against mine.

He groaned my name into my hair and came deep inside me, hard, with a shudder I felt in my stomach.

We stood there against the door with my legs around him and his heart slamming against my chest.

He let me down slowly, and my legs held.

Barely.

He took a step back and pulled up his jeans.

His shirt hung open with one button missing, and his back was a mess.

I pulled my jeans up from one ankle and found my flannel on the floor.

"That wasn't nothing," Matti said.

I looked at him for a long moment.

"It was nothing," I said. "One time."

He bent down and picked something small off the floor.

It was the button, and he put it in my hand and closed my fingers over it.

"Keep it," he said. "Proof."

He opened my front door and stood on the threshold with his back to the dark street.

"Dock," he said. "Eight o'clock. Dad's orders."

"What dock?"

"The one he wants us to fix before the party. Your mother called him at the lumberyard an hour ago, and he gave the order."

My phone buzzed on the hall table.

I picked it up, and the screen lit my face.

It was a text from my mother.

"So nice you two are working together!!"

Matti read it over my shoulder.

I felt his breath on my ear, and I didn't move away.

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