stepbrother!james kelly x reader, based on this request!!!
warnings: DDDNE, age gap (of age), sort of stepbrother x reader, readers mother isn't married yet, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, mentions of oral and piv sex from a book
as usual, no tag list bc DDDNE warning <3 just in case!
"isn't he delightful? just so... nice to look at."
you make a face, turning towards your mom, who has an acrylic lodged in between her teeth, grinning ear to ear. she's watching her new boyfriend work on her car, claiming it kept making weird noises. she might as well be in the garage with him helping him with the car by the way she's simply devouring him with her eyes. which, is the last thing you ever wanted to see.
"why did you bring me here?" you groan, checking your phone which was resting on low battery.
"i thought it would be good for you to see your new fathers family business."
barely managing to hold back a grimace, you wince. there was nothing wrong with your dad. compared to this, you sure as hell missed him now.
"mom, you started dating him a few months ago. there's no way you're considering getting remarried already."
she doesn't respond, but the way her eyes are glued to your "new father" might tell you otherwise. he, somehow, is also just as obsessed with your mom, and the two of them moved in together rather recently. you hated it. deeply, sincerely. part of it could stem from the fact you've never really seen your mom show affection before, her marriage with your dad seemed cold and loveless before, but this? seemed way too much for you. he wasn't bad or mean himself, there was nothing inherently wrong with him, the whole thing was just weird.
he also had a son. james kelly. one who was 10 years older than you. you didn't have a problem with him. no, far from it actually, you were thoroughly fascinated by him.
he worked in his dads shop, he went out at night, and then would repeat the cycle. he didn't seem to do much else. the first time you had to meet him, his hands were dirty. you didn't want to give him a handshake, that felt too formal, but you also didn't want that grease on your hands. so instead you smiled as much as you could in the moment and said it was nice to meet him. he had stared at you, before muttering a fake pleasantry.
you didn't use to see a lot of him, but recently he's started coming around the house more often. stopping in for a drink, to watch tv with his dad, to use the pool out back. you got the feeling he wasn't fond of his father by too many means, so you weren't entirely sure why he was spending more time here.
one afternoon, your mother was out with friends, doing god knows what. you could only assume what she finds fun in these days.
it was summer, the heat was scorching your skin by ten in the morning, and you found that no matter what you drank, nothing could quench your thirst. you had already been in the pool multiple times, but it's started to feel like bath water. and that's the least refreshing thing when you feel like you're about to have a heat stroke. you wring your hair out, wrapping a towel around your waist before walking inside. the air conditioner sucks you in, making chills run down your body. you moan at the feeling, it's like you can feel the excess heat evaporating.
someone clears their throat and you whirl around. james was leaning against the counter, with a beer that still was still foaming at the top.
you liked his voice. it was deep. you felt your face warm, trying to push out any further thoughts. except... he wasn't even fully your brother? yet? or at all? just weird by relation.
"yeah. gets a little overwhelming." you say, your eyes flicking to his tattoos that covered his arms. the heat was getting to you. you were forcing your eyes to stay above crotch level.
he, on the other hand, unapologetically gives you a once over, lingering on your breasts. when he meets your eyes again, you're in fight or flight. you can feel how much this is affecting you, much to your chagrin.
"well, i'm gonna go shower!" you hear yourself squeak out. your brain screams a 'thank god' and your aching core tries to keep you rooted in the same spot. he hums in acknowledgement but his eyes don't leave you.
you hated the thoughts that infiltrated your mind, no matter how hard you squeezed your eyes, placing your hands over your temples, trying to think of any possible subject that could TKO these fantasies, james kept returning in full form.
so you allow yourself to indulge after your shower. just for a few minutes. you change into loungewear, a silk set, and lay in bed. awkwardly, at that, with your arms at your side and eyes staring wide at the ceiling- afraid that if you closed them, the visions would be too real. so you just allowed thoughts. what it would feel like to have him kiss you. have his hands run all over your body, caressing you, the way his voice does when he speaks. your eyes became heavy lidded, the lust starting to cloud your vision- snapping you out of the haze.
so instead you read a book. distracting enough for a bit, until it got the unapologetically explicit sex scene, which had your mind drifting once more.
"hey." a cough from the doorway. you snap your head, seeing james leaning against the frame.
"i tried. thought maybe you died in here."
"just wanted to let you know i'm heading out." his eyes notice the book laid on your pillow. "whatchya reading?"
"nothing. just a stupid romance book."
he smirks. "that's it?" you glare at him. without warning, he moves forward into your room, next to you, grabbing the book off your pillow.
"james, stop that. give me my book back." you feel like you're in middle school again. he's flipping through the pages, running his tongue along his teeth before he stops on a random page. you're sitting in front of him on your knees, watching him eye the book, then you, with a grin.
"let's see... 'he thrust his cock into me, without warning, causing me to let out a whimper' oh yeah this is definitely some stupid romance." he looks at you, this time his eyes don't leave yours as he looks for your response.
"is this what you're into?"
"maybe!" you raise your hands up in exasperation.
"what else are you into?" he quirks an eyebrow at you, making you blush.
"if you don't know," he hums, standing closer over you, "you can always find assistance."
that familiar heat between your thighs ignites, as you gaze up at him. "assistance?" you murmur. his finger finds itself under your chin, tilting your face even further upwards to look at him.
"that's what i said, isn't it?"
an internal war, raging inside your mind. "i, um, don't think i need any."
his hand moves now, to the back of your head, running his hand into all your hair, before gripping it loosely. "well. when you think that maybe you need some help on how you liked to be devoured... or maybe how you want your cunt to be wrecked, i think i'd know the person who can help."
if you weren't wearing panties, you would be leaking onto your bed. your knees were still spread apart as you sat on them, facing him. you could only be certain that you were giving telltale signs he was reaching the part of you he wanted, your cheeks flushed, your nipples hard against your silk cami.
you nod dumbly, no response even coming to the forefront of your mind. how your mom would lose it if she knew this is what you were doing with her boyfriends son. his son who, clearly, wasn't facing as much of an internal battle about the morality of this as you were, as his cock strained against his jeans.
wetting your lips, you look back up at him. his eyes clearly scream how much he wants to be inside your pussy, but you can't do that. can you? the ache was beginning to be too much, as you almost folded, he released you.
"well, i think i hear my father coming home so it's my signal to leave." leaning in close to your ear, his lips brushing your lobe. "take care of that pussy for me. think about what you like with those fingers inside of you."
and you did. you thought about everything you liked, everything that included james.
it was a week before you saw james again. the interaction had haunted your every night in bed since, everytime you touched yourself, you saw him standing above you.
you were in your room, your door wide open to allow more air conditioning to filter in from the hallway. the sun had started to set, letting the light cast its final rays into your room through the blinds. you were reading again, the act lulling you into a sort of exhaustion.
"funny to meet again like this."
james. you didn't even hear someone come into the house. you flip around, sitting against your pillows. "funny you keep coming into my room without knocking."
"doesn't mean you shouldn't knock."
he grunts, walking towards you. "reading anything useful?" he smirks, looking at the cover of the book, which was a dead giveaway you were reading something quite similar as last time.
"shouldn't you be finishing up cars... or something?"
he rolls his eyes. "your mother is bothering my father so he can't run our business properly. no use in being there."
you shrug. sounds like your mom.
he walks towards you, plucking the book out of your hands. "seems boring," he sets it aside, "why don't you show me what things you've learned?"
your mouth gapes open. "james, i don't-"
his hand finds your thigh, causing you to jolt. "you don't... what?"
your response is a mutter, barely above a whisper. "know if we should."
"and yet, i'm sure if i were to touch this pussy, it would be soaked. would it not?"
your body gives in. you nod. his hand slides upwards, teasing the edge of your underwear. his eyes are locked in on you, gauging your reactions to his movements. his fingers brush over your clothed clit, which elicits a sharp exhale from you. his finger strokes your cunt through your underwear, before pushing it to the side and continuing his movements.
the door is still open to your room. anyone could come home and walk in on you. your heartbeat is fast as you feel him touch you, making you whimper.
"read me the page you're on." your eyes snap to him.
"read me. the page you're on." a finger curls inside of you, causing you to yelp.
you pick up the book from the nightstand, the one he had tossed to the side. as if he had a sense of knowing, you flipped to the scene you were at- obvious sex scene.
"read." he gets on his knees next to the bed, his finger still slowly pumping in and out of you. he presses light kisses along your thigh as you begin to read the passage in a shaky voice.
"i felt him touch me in places i didn't know could feel good... james do i really have to?"
he glares at you and stops his movements. "be good and you'll get what you need."
as you begin reading again, a second finger enters, making the pressure increase. your voice is strained as you continue along the paragraphs. "his tongue was buried in my pussy, pushing one orgasm out of me after another." your face was red from the shame of reading the book and from the pleasure slowly building in your body.
he'd increased to three fingers, watching you as you struggled to read.
"that's it baby. keep going. i feel you squeezing around me." one more curl upwards and your back bowed off the pillows keeping you semi-upright, fluids leaking down his arm. he licks his fingers clean, standing up, leaving you dazed.
"i think you need some more reading practice. we'll have to do this again." he winks and leaves you spread open on your bed- wondering just how bad it could be?
