Stepbrother: Luke Hemmings |a.u.|

Time Jump

1 year later :)

Senior Year.

Big plans. Bigger Places. Bigger opportunities.

Luke and I are good. We can't go a year without drama, but we're good. I'm just really working hard towards acceptance . . . from colleges, of course.
"Taylor, come here." Luke calls from the living room. I put down my bowl and walk towards him. He pulls me down onto his lap.
"Help me with this one." He says. I look at him with a raised eyebrow and try to stand up.
"Please?" He asks as he grabs my hand. I proceed to help him with the rather complex math problem.
"Since when do you do homework?" I ask, running my hand over his knee.
"Taylor," He says.
"It's senior year. Gotta buckle down." He continues. He actually sounds serious.
"What do you aspire to be, Luke?" I look up and ask.
"A rockstar," Luke almost whispers. I start chuckling.
"What's so funny about that?" Luke says to me. I almost choke on nothing.
"Shouldn't you shoot for something more practical? Come on, Luke." I continue laughing. Luke stands up, almost making me fall.
"Hey!" I say, recovering from my near slip.
"That's not fucking funny, Taylor." Luke says with his back to me.
"Luke, you can't be serious. I just said that you should shoot towards something more practical." This is so stupid.
"Not everyone can be as smart as you, Taylor." He says as he finally turns around to look at me.
"Work hard. It isn't as hard as you make it seem." I say, almost rolling my eyes.
"Stop it, Taylor. I understand you're smarter than me and that you're more likely to be . . . whatever you wanna be than I am to be a rockstar. Jesus." Luke blurts.
"L-Luke," I say, stepping towards him.
"What do . . . What do you want to be anyways?" He asks me. Suddenly, I don't know what I aspire to be.
"I-I . . . Maybe a . . . I don't know." I stumble on my words.
"Luke, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I try to apologize.
"My feelings? Oh, my feelings aren't hurt. I'm good, I'm good." He dramatically says. I take a couple of more steps towards him. He just walks away.

Don't cry, Taylor. Don't cry.

I follow Luke up the stairs. When I go in the hallway, I see his door is closed so I take it upon myself to open the door.
"Please leave." Luke says, turned towards the wall. I don't listen and walk over towards him.
"What's wrong? You can talk to me about this." I say.
"Taylor, you don't understand. I don't have anything going for me. I don't have grades, the behavior . . . anything." Wow.
"Luke, I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine, Taylor. I don't wanna talk about it anymore" Luke says.
"Luke,"
"I'm sure, Taylor." He says as he walks over to me and takes me under his arm.
"Luke, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." I say as I slip away and sit on the bed.
"You can be anything you dream to be and I shouldn't have been a bitch about it."
Luke joins me on the bed.
"You're not a bitch, Taylor. It's just . . . you know you're smarter than me so I don't know why you have to bring it up." Luke dryly says.
What?
"I don't . . . that wasn't what I was trying to do." I say. I feel as small as an ant.
"I know you weren't trying to, but you did." Luke says, looking down.

I'm wrong this time.

"I really am sorry, Luke. I was wrong." I admit.
"Taylor," Luke says while grabbing my hands.
"It's o-kay. I will be f-i-n-e." Luke tries to assure me.
"Promise?" I ask, tilting my head upwards.
"Pro-" Luke leans down for a kiss.
"-mise."
I use this time to pull him down onto the bed with me so he's on top.
"Are you really sure?" I ask while running my hand through his hair.
"Hmm, I don't know anymore." Luke plays along. I give him a quick kiss.
"Are you sure now?" I ask.
"Don't know." He replies. I give him a longer kiss, more intensified kiss. This time, I decide to bite his lip to end it.
"Are you sure now?" I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.
"Jesus, Taylor. Don't start something you can't finish." Luke almost growls.
"Who said I can't finish my apology?" I decide to be a lit- a lot flirtatious. I start grabbing him through his jeans. I grab the zipper and pull it down. Luke jumps off of the bed and strips himself of his jeans. I kneel down in front of him and grab the hem of his boxers.
"Okay, Taylor. You don't have to do that for me. I forgive you." He says.
"I know, but I want to." I smile and say. I continue to pull his boxers down.

I've got this. Luke's gonna think I'm a goddess.

I pump him for a little while to get him hard.
"Jesus, Taylor. Let me sit on the bed." Luke exhales. He sits on the bed and I continue. After he's hard, I just lick the tip. I see. little goosebumps rise on his thighs. I lower my head onto it and start bobbing my head slowly. Up, down, up down.
"Good, good, Taylor. Just like that." Luke exhales. I'm doing good. I lick the shaft before coming back to the head. When I sense him getting close, I go harder and faster.
"Taylor, I'm gonna cum. If you don't want it in your mouth, I suggest you move." Luke says, almost out of breath.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I don't know it I should move or . . . dear. Oh dear. My face twists up. I am not swallowing. Luke starts laughing.
"Taylor, go spit it out. I know you want to." I scoot over to his trashcan and spit it out. Luke pulls up his boxers and I sit on the bed with him.
"That was so embarrassing." I say, burying my head into his chest.
"That was funny." Luke says. I push him over. He sits up and kisses my cheek.
"That was amazing." He says. He walks over and grabs his jeans.
"I think I'm gonna take a shower." Luke says. I stand up and walk towards the door too.

I guess some drama is good.

Or is it?