Stepbrother’s Return | CH. 2

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This story contains explicit gay sexual content, infidelity, taboo family dynamics, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.

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Previously:

Stepbrother’s Return | CH. 1

In Chapter 1, Charlie’s boring, safe life in San Francisco was shattered when his estranged stepbrother (and former forbidden flame), Herald, walked in as the new owner of his company.

From here on out, the door to the office closes, and things get ... private.

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Chapter Two

The rest of the day dragged on like a slow-motion train wreck. I sat at my desk, staring at the endless stream of customer complaints on my screen, but my mind was anywhere but work. Every time I closed my eyes, even for a second, I saw Herald’s smirk, felt the ghost of his thumb on my collar. My body was a traitor, my cock half-hard under the desk no matter how many times I tried to shove those thoughts away. I shifted in my seat, adjusting myself, pissed off at how easily he’d gotten under my skin again.

“Charlie, you okay?” My coworker Jenna leaned over the cubicle wall, her brow furrowed. “You’ve been zoning out for, like, an hour.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Just … tired. Long morning.”

She didn’t look convinced but nodded anyway. “Well, don’t forget we’ve got that team debrief at three. Don’t want the new boss thinking you’re slacking.”

The mention of Herald sent a fresh jolt through me. I almost forgot a crucial detail — no one yet knew that he was my stepbrother. I mumbled a quick “Yeah, got it,” and turned back to my screen, pretending to type something important. But the truth was, I couldn’t focus. Not on work, not on anything except the memory of his voice, low and teasing, asking if I still thought about it. About us.

By the time the debrief rolled around, I was a mess of nerves. The conference room was packed, Herald at the head of the table like he owned the damn place — which, I guess, he did now. He was all charm, cracking jokes, tossing around buzzwords like “synergy” and “team dynamics” while everyone lapped it up. I kept my head down, avoiding his gaze, but I could feel it. Every so often, his eyes would flick to me, lingering just long enough to make my skin prickle.

“Charlie,” he called out suddenly, voice cutting through the chatter. My head snapped up, heart pounding. “You’ve been with PeachiTech a while, right? Mr. Senior advisor. Got any input on how we can streamline customer support?”

I froze. Everyone turned to look at me, and I wanted to sink through the floor. “Uh, yeah,” I stammered, scrambling for something coherent. “I think … we could invest in better training for the first-tier reps. A lot of calls escalate to me that could’ve been handled earlier with the right tools.”

Herald nodded, his expression unreadable. “Good idea. Let’s talk more about that. Set up a one-on-one with my secretary for tomorrow. I wanna hear all of your thoughts.”

There it was again — that undercurrent in his tone, the way he said “all your thoughts” like it meant more than just work. I managed a tight nod, muttering, “Sure thing,” before looking back at my notes. My hands were shaking, and I gripped my pen harder to hide it.

The meeting wrapped up soon after, and I bolted for the door, desperate to get out before he could corner me again. But as I passed by him, his hand brushed my arm — just a quick, deliberate graze that sent a shockwave straight to my groin. I didn’t stop, didn’t look back, just kept walking, breathing hard, barely registering the “Have a good night, Charlie,” that escaped his mouth.

The rest of the night was torture. I couldn’t stop replaying that touch, couldn’t stop imagining what would’ve happened if I’d stayed in his office longer. If I’d let him get closer. If I’d let myself give in, just for a second, to what I’d buried all those years ago. By the time I got home, I was a coiled spring, ready to snap.

Leroy was in the kitchen when I walked in, apron tied around his waist as he stirred something on the stove. The smell of garlic and herbs hit me, but I barely noticed. “Hey, babe,” he said, glancing over with a grin. “Rough day? You look like shit.”

I forced a laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Yeah, something like that. New boss is … intense.”

“Intense how?” He raised an eyebrow, turning to face me fully now, spatula still in hand.

I hesitated. How the hell was I supposed to explain Herald without spilling everything? “Just … a lot of changes. He bought the company overnight, wants to shake things up. It’s weird.”

Leroy nodded, studying me a little too closely. “Well, don’t let it stress you out. Come here, I’ll fix you up.” He set the spatula down and stepped closer, pulling me into a hug. His arms were warm, familiar, but all I could think about was how different they felt compared to Herald’s. How they didn’t carry the same weight, the same … charge.

“Thanks,” I muttered, pulling back before it lingered too long. “I’m gonna shower. Need to clear my head and wash the day off.”

He gave me a look but didn’t push. “Shower before food? That isn’t like you.”

I nodded absentmindedly and headed for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The hot water was a relief, pounding against my shoulders as I tried to wash away the stress. But even under the spray, my thoughts kept drifting. Herald’s voice. His touch. The way he’d looked at me like he could see right through every wall I’d built. My hand slid down my stomach without thinking, wrapping around my cock, already hard just from the memory. I bit my lip, stroking slowly at first, picturing his hands instead of mine. Rougher. More demanding.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself, leaning against the tiled wall as I picked up the pace. I could almost hear him, that low chuckle, telling me to beg for it like I used to. My breath caught, hips jerking as I came hard, the release hitting me like a punch, my cum spraying the walls in multiple generous spurts.

But it didn’t help. If anything, it made the ache worse, the guilt sharper.

I dried off and threw on a pair of sweats, joining Leroy for dinner like nothing was wrong. But every bite tasted like cardboard, every word felt forced. He talked about his day, some painting project he was hyped about, and I nodded along, barely listening. My phone buzzed halfway through, and I glanced at it under the table. A new email. From Herald.

Subject: Tomorrow’s Meeting

Charlie, looking forward to our chat. Got some ideas I wanna run by you … and maybe more. Don’t keep me waiting.

My stomach dropped. I locked the screen fast, hoping Leroy didn’t notice the way my hands tensed. “Work stuff?” he asked, fork pausing mid-air.

“Yeah,” I croaked out. “Just … scheduling a meeting with the new boss for tomorrow.”

He didn’t push, thank fuck, but I could feel the weight of that email sitting there like a grenade. I knew I should cancel the meeting. Maybe even quit my job. Should do anything but show up in his office again. But deep down, I already knew I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Not when every part of me was screaming to see how far this could go.

Dinner was barely over, the plates still on the table, when Leroy’s hand slid up my thigh under the table.

“Charlie, I’ve been thinking about your ass since this morning,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly. “I’ve been waiting all fucking day. I can’t wait another second.”

“Leroy, I—” I started, but before I could get the words out, he was next to me, his lips crashing into mine. The kiss was hard, desperate, his tongue pushing into my mouth with urgency. I pressed a hand to his chest, half-hearted, trying to find an excuse to pull away. “I’m tired, babe. It’s been a long day.”

“Come on,” he muttered, ignoring my weak protest. His lips moved to my neck, sucking and biting just under my jawline, and my resolve crumbled. The sensation hit me like a freight train, but it wasn’t Leroy I saw in my mind’s eye. It was Herald. Those piercing blue eyes, that rough stubble grazing my skin, his strong hands gripping me instead. My cock hardened instantly, straining against my sweats, and I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

“Fuck, that’s what I like to hear,” Leroy chuckled, noticing the bulge. His hands were already on my waistband, yanking my sweats down with a swift tug. My cock sprang free, and he dropped to his knees, not wasting a second. “Look at you, already hard for me.”

I bit my lip, trying to stay grounded, but as his mouth closed around me, all I could think of was Herald. Leroy’s tongue swirled around the head, teasing, drawing out a bead of precum that he lapped up with a groan. “Goddamn, you taste so good,” he muttered before taking me deeper, his hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently just the way I like. His other hand slid back, fingers brushing my taint, pressing just enough to make me gasp. I gripped the edge of my chair, my knuckles white, picturing Herald’s dark hair bobbing between my legs instead, his rougher touch, his commanding presence.

“Shit,” I hissed, my voice shaky, but in my head, it was Herald’s name I wanted to moan. My hips jerked forward without my control, and Leroy hummed around me, taking it as encouragement.

He pulled off with a wet pop, standing back up to kiss me again. His lips were slick, tasting of me, and the kiss was messy, hungry. “Get up and turn around,” he ordered, his voice thick with need. I hesitated for half a second, but he didn’t wait, spinning me by the hips and pushing me forward. My hands hit the dinner table, dishes rattling as I braced myself. His breath was hot on my lower back as he dropped down again, spreading me open with his hands.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he said, and then his tongue was on me, licking a hot, wet stripe over my hole. I groaned, my head dropping to the table, the cold wood against my cheek a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth. He teased me, circling, probing, and I let myself imagine Herald behind me, his strong hands gripping my ass, his stubble scratching my skin as he devoured me.

My cock throbbed, leaking onto the floor, every nerve on fire with the fantasy.

“Holy shit,” I panted, biting back Herald’s name echoing in my skull. I pushed back against him, desperate for more, and he obliged, tongue fucking into me until I was trembling.

“Enough teasing,” he grunted, standing up. I heard the rustle of his pants hitting the floor, and then the cool drip of lube against my hole. He didn’t give me time to think, just lined himself up and pushed in, quick and rough. I gasped at the stretch, the burn, but it quickly melted into pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. He loved the way my ass involuntarily gripped back on his cock when he shoved in at first like that. Imagining it was Herald taking me helped.

“Goddamn, Charlie, you feel amazing,” he groaned, pulling out just enough to slam back in. The table shook under me, dishes clattering, but I didn’t care. His hands gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my skin as he set a merciless pace. “I love this ass wrapped around my cock. So fucking tight for me.”

I moaned, low and broken, my mind still picturing Herald. His broader frame, his deeper voice growling those same dirty words. My cock ached, trapped between my stomach and the table, desperate for friction.

“I love you, Charlie,” Leroy panted, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath ragged. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. Guilt clawed at me, but I forced it out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Love you too.”

That pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside, the heat of it filling me. He collapsed against my back, breathing hard, his hands softening on my hips as he kissed the back of my neck.

I stayed there, bent over the table, my cock still hard and aching, my mind a mess. Leroy pulled out slowly, his cum leaking onto the tile floor in a slow drip, but I couldn’t meet his eyes. Not when every second of that fuck, I’d been imagining it was Herald inside me, owning me, making me his again instead.

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The safety of home didn’t work. The shower didn’t work. Even sex with Leroy couldn’t drown out the noise.

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