Bite-Sized Morsels: One Big Step, Chapter 3 [fm] [Step] [Incest] [Brother/Sister]

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***DREW***

I wandered down the hallway, moving between classes as I thought back to yesterday. Cherry had called me an arrogant dickhead, and she wasn’t exactly wrong. I had just never been in close proximity to somebody who was so bothered by it. Probably for the best to cut down on our interactions as much as possible, until we headed off to college. We were off to a poor start, and I was almost certain she was starting to hate me. It bothered me more than I expected. The only people whose opinion of me I cared about were people I cared about; everybody else could fuck off. So… did that now include Cherry? Weird.

And speak of the Devil, I was just passing her in the hallway. She was cornered against the lockers by Lauren, cunt extraordinaire, and her bitch friends. Being bullied again, most likely. None of my business. Didn’t wanna butt in, especially if Cherry wanted nothing to do with me. Brie was sure to come along soon and stand up for her, and besides, what was I gonna do to Lauren? It wasn’t like I could hit her or anything. Girls knew how to deal with girls best. But for some reason I stopped, lingering nearby to listen in. Very uncharacteristic of me, to say the least.

“So you finally have a mom, shrimp?” Lauren sneered. “Oh, sorry, stepmom. Bet you get the full movie experience and she makes you do all the chores, huh, Cinderella?”

“She’s not my stepmom yet. They’re not married,” Cherry replied angrily. “And she’s much nicer than that, she doesn’t make me do anything.”

“Probably because you’re too useless to do anything,” Lauren said with a scornful smirk, and her friends laughed as if cued. It was pretty repulsive how coordinated and fake they were.

Cherry grit her teeth. “I can do chores just fine–”

“How? Bet you can’t even reach the shelves, midget.” Ouch, the timing on that one. The girls exploded into laughter again as Cherry’s lip quivered, angrily casting her gaze downward. I think… I think she was about to cry.

“You know that Cinderella eventually marries a prince, right?” I cut in, stunning the girls out of their cackling. “At least have your insults make sense, Jesus.”

“Drew,” Lauren said in greeting. “We were just encouraging Cherry. Although… now that you mention it, who would marry a washboard like her? Probably some disgusting perv, I imagine. Maybe they should hire her for To Catch a Predator or something.”

Lauren hadn’t maintained playing innocent for long. Fucking bitch just couldn’t help herself. “Or maybe somebody will fall for who she is, ever consider that?” I returned flatly. Cherry looked up at me with wide eyes, and I made the mistake of making eye contact. A strange feeling ran through me, and I swallowed and turned back to Lauren, who scoffed.

“Who? You? The new stepbrother? That would be gross in a totally different way. Though I suppose that *would* be the only way she could make money, huh? Film herself being a deviant whore and upload it to the Internet. But then all your fans would get arrested!”

She burst into laughter again, leaving me fuming. I wasn’t properly equipped to argue with her, as frustrating as it was. I moved to extricate Cherry from them, and they suddenly closed ranks around her. “Outta my way,” I growled.

“My my, what’s the hurry? You gonna go film your degeneracy right now? Wow, Drew, didn’t know you–”

I shoved past them and put a hand on Cherry’s upper back, guiding her out of their circle. “I’m getting my stepsister to class, you dumb bitch,” I snapped. “If her dad catches wind that I’m letting her grades fall, he’ll fucking skin me.”

I didn’t stick around for her response, pushing Cherry along until we were out of earshot. She stepped away from my hand and turned to me, her brow furrowed. “That was… She’s gonna start spreading rumors about you now,” she said urgently.

“You’re welcome,” I muttered bitterly, leaving her in the hall as I headed to my last class. On one hand, who gave a shit about some stupid rumors? On the other, I wasn’t a fan of the word spreading to my friends that I was banging my stepsister on camera. Would they believe it? Stef wouldn’t, but the guys on the team… They’d at least ask questions, which would be tedious. And then Cherry had immediately turned around and said that as if she hadn’t wanted me to get her out of there. What was her problem? Like yeah, being bullied sucks, but at least don’t be ungrateful when I tried to help. I’d helped, right?

I was still stewing in my thoughts after class, wondering if I’d actually made her situation worse, when one of the guys from the team lightly punched my arm.

“Yo, me and the guys are gonna play some ball,” said DeShawn. “You in?”

“Sure, I could play.”

It was a nice day, so we headed for the outdoor courts. The others were already there, and I left my schoolbag in a pile by the bleachers with the others before joining them. It had been a hot minute since we’d had a pick-up game, and thankfully my shoes and jeans offered enough maneuverability. A few spectators were gathering, including Stef and Brie. Stef always razzed me for playing basketball, but he was actually really supportive. I usually played small forward, so I was pretty good in pick-ups.

“Drew, the fuck you doin’? Pay attention and D him up!” DeShawn barked. Oh shit, I was playing like ass. In front of Brie, too. So strange, why was I distracted? *Cherry, dipshit.* God damn it, why was this getting so complicated? *We live together now, it is what it is, just leave it alone.* I focused on the game, and things were going pretty well until I glanced over at the twins and saw that Cherry had joined them. And she was watching me.

I slammed into somebody and was knocked off my feet. As I sat up, Marcus climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. “Dude, the fuck. You good, bruh?” he said, scowling.

“Yeah, my bad. I’m good.” I got up as well, rubbing my scraped palms on my pants as my eyes found Cherry again. From this distance, I couldn’t tell what her expression was exactly.

“You lucky the season’s over,” DeShawn commented. “C’mon, focus up and hustle.”

Cherry was watching. I tried to put it out of my mind, and before I knew it, I was dunking on these fools. I was in the fucking zone, slipping past Marcus, making great passes, catching rebounds, nothing but net. I sank yet another two-pointer, earning praise from my teammates, and I checked back on my friends. They were clapping, including Cherry, who I could now tell had a small smile. I grinned and tipped my head up at her, and she faltered and… and squirmed a bit. Huh.

The heck was going on between us?

—

I closed a video discussing how everything was evolving into crabs, sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose. Sat in bed, watching stuff on my phone, debating whether it was time for bed. It was late in my senior year, so we didn’t even have any homework anymore. We were just running out the clock until graduation, really. I didn’t even play video games as much anymore ever since Stef started dating his sister, which left me just watching stupid shit online most nights. Guess I could fap, I thought. Crank one out before bed and all that.

I went to my favorite porn site and started scrolling, letting myself get aroused as I perused my options and lingered on thumbnail previews. My erection started growing down the left leg of my boxers, eventually pushing the fabric away to stand tall under the blankets. Suddenly there was a knock on my bathroom door, and before I even had time to panic, Cherry opened and peeked in.

“Drew? You’re not sleeping yet, right?” she asked quietly.

I quickly turned my phone off and set it to the side, but my erection was not so easily dismissed. I raised a knee under the blanket to disguise it, clearing my throat.

“No, no, what’s up?” I said casually.

She stepped into my room proper and closed the door behind her. She was wearing pink pajamas with little cherries on them, and her long wavy red locks made her look so cute and petite. Not that I noticed or anything.

“I, um…” She hugged her arm to her side as she hesitated. Clearly, she hadn’t rehearsed what to say before coming in here. Or maybe she was just mustering the courage. “I… Thank you, for… what you did today.” Her pauses weren’t from forcing the words out begrudgingly. She was nervous. No… She was shy.

“You’re welcome,” I replied slowly, trying to figure out what was up.

“I know I probably sounded like an ingrate afterwards,” she continued as she stepped closer, the words suddenly spilling forth. “I was just… It’s enough that Lauren gives me shit. I don’t wanna drag you into it, y’know? And… And jeez, you called me your stepsister, and like…”

She was getting visibly flustered, and I quirked my brow at her. “You say that like being my stepsister has some kind of meaning.” I leaned forward with a slight smirk. “You afraid of being my stepsister or something?”

“What? Pft, no! What’s to be afraid of?” she said, putting too much effort into being dismissive.

“Then why are you nervous?”

“I’m– I’m not nervous!” she stammered, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously.

“Would it help if I go back to being an ass?” I said, smiling. She nibbled on her lip for a moment before shrugging, and I chuckled. “Alright. Who still wears pajamas? And cherries? Kinda on the nose, don’t you think?”

On instinct, she looked down at herself, then back up at me. “It’s all they had on sale! And what’s wrong with pajamas?” she asked indignantly.

“Nothing. It’s just that it feels like most folks nowadays don’t wear PJs. They just have a sleep shirt. Or sleep naked.”

She noticed I was topless and her eyes immediately flickered to the blanket covering me, coming up to my belly. Swallowing, she whispered, “Are you… Are you naked right now?”

I smirked, eyebrow teasingly hopping once. “Wanna find out?” She didn’t answer, standing still, two steps from my bed as her feet shifted about restlessly. “That’s not a no.”

I began pulling the blanket down with excruciating slowness, and she swallowed as her eyes followed its progress down my body. Her breathing was audibly heavy, and my manhood beat against my left thigh. When the blanket finally revealed the waistband of my boxers, she almost seemed… disappointed. I pulled it down the rest of the way on one side, letting my right leg hang out in the open.

“You should try it sometime,” I suggested.

“W-what?!” she blurted. “Absolutely not! I’m not trying your d–”

“Sleeping naked,” I interrupted, holding back a huge grin. She turned scarlet, making her whole person pink and red. It was adorable.

“Oh. Right, yeah, I mean… Y’know, maybe, I dunno.” She shifted on her feet again. “Do you… really think somebody would fall in love with me?”

“Why not?”

“I mean…” She looked down at herself again. Fucking Lauren, she’d gotten into Cherry’s head again.

“Hey, c’mere.” I held my arms out, and she hesitated before sitting down on the edge of the bed. I slid an arm under her knees and lifted her up, pulling her onto my lap. Terrible idea in hindsight, since I was still hard. There was no way she didn’t feel it, but neither of us were really thinking about it as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “There is nothing wrong with your body,” I asserted. “I know I’m a little shit to you sometimes, but it’s ‘cause you’re such a sweetheart, and I just wanna see your feisty side. But somebody’s gonna discover who you are and fall head over heels for you, alright? I guarantee it.”

“You’re just saying that,” she said with a shake of her head, turning away.

“Hey. I’m not.” I leaned around into her field of view, and when she turned to look at me again, I realized how close our faces were. I think she did too, yet neither of us pulled away. And then she leaned down and kissed me.

What shocked me was that I wasn’t shocked. I closed my eyes and went along for the ride as she moaned softly while we made out. I pulled her close to me, my bare chest rubbing against her through her cotton pajamas. She put her hands on my shoulders, tilting her head for a better angle. My cock pulsed under her, and she suddenly broke away, standing and springing back from my bed.

“Holy shit. Goodnight! Goodnight,” she mumbled, fixing her hair and beating a hasty retreat back through the bathroom. I watched her little ass wiggle in her pajama bottoms as she left, my mind a maelstrom.

“‘Night,” I replied faintly, sinking into my thoughts. It was pointless to play dumb at this point; we were absolutely dancing around some kind of attraction to each other. It just… It made no sense. I wasn’t particularly into her, and we bugged the shit outta each other on a daily basis. But then what was that just now?

My cock pulsed again as I thought back to the kiss, to her tiny yet plump ass under her PJs. Fucking hell. I turned out the lights and threw the blankets off, gripping my cock and jacking it off fervently. She’d been sitting on it earlier and hadn’t said a thing. I think she’d even wiggled on it once or twice. *She wants my giant cock inside her, stretching her pussy and bulging her belly.* I grunted and jacked off harder. *She wants me to break her and make her tiny body mine.* Almost there. *She wants me to paint her insides white and knock her nubile womb up.*

I noticed the bathroom lights were still on and realized she could be right on the other side of the door, listening to me pleasure myself to thoughts of her, and I came everywhere. Hot jism meant for little Cherry splattered all over me, and I panted as I looked at the light under the bathroom door again. A shadow moved behind the door and the light turned out, and the clarity hit me almost instantly. I covered my face and groaned. What the fuck was I doing?! If I didn’t straighten myself out, we were gonna end up as a meme after all.

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