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  Copyright © Selena Saint

  Lisa

  Chapter 1

  Jake

  Lisa pulled up to her mom’s house and turned off the car. She took a deep breath as she mustered her courage. She sat with her hands on the steering wheel. How fast could she leave without being rude? An hour? Did she dare try to make a break 45 minutes in?

  Any amount of time would be too long, but she had to go in there, make nice, and meet her new stepbrother. He would be living in town now. Insta-family. It wasn’t fair that she was now expected to treat a complete stranger as if he was her family. Her mom married Mark Mata, what, a month ago? She was no longer Sherry Dane, she was Sherry Mata. How weird. Lisa no longer shared a name with her own mother.

  Even weirder, her mom was already talking about taking a family vacation with the four of them. She had never appreciated how shy Lisa was around people, especially men. This dinner, for instance. What if he didn’t like her? What if she said or did something embarrassing? She just wanted to bail, but she knew her mom would never forgive her.

  Lisa walked up the steps to her mom’s front door and paused. She hadn’t wanted to do this alone. She had begged Janis, her roommate, to come with her for moral support, but Janis had other plans. Lisa was on her own.

  Time to do this.

  She took another deep breath. This one’s for you, Mom.

  She opened the door. No one was around.

  “Hello!” she said as she walked in. “Mom? Mark?”

  No one answered. She went into the kitchen. Dinner was cooking but no one was around.

  She heard voices coming from the backyard and followed the sounds. She looked out the back patio door and saw her mom and Mark watching two men wrestling on mats someone had laid out in the yard. Well, it wasn’t quite wrestling. She remembered watching boys wrestle in high school. This didn’t look like that, but they were moving too fast to make out exactly what was happening.

  She opened the patio door and walked outside.

  “Hey, mom. Mark,” she said. “Um, what’s going on?” She motioned to the men rolling around on the mats.

  “Oh, that’s your new brother Jake and his manager Cole. They’re practicing their...what did you say it was, hon?” her mom said as she prodded Mark.

  “Grappling. They’re grappling. Jake’s in training for his next fight,” Mark said as he focused on the action.

  It jarred a memory of Lisa’s mom telling her that Mark’s son was a fighter or boxer or something. Lisa didn’t know much about fighting. It just seemed crazy to for people to intentionally try to hurt each other.

  Still, she couldn’t help but admire their raw athleticism. She watched the two shirtless men in their violent struggle. Their muscular arms and torsos flexed and rippled with their exertion. Abrasions reddened their naked chests. They were going at it hard, like two lions, grappling for dominance. First one man would be on top, then the other. Sometimes they would wind up with one man between the legs of the other. Lisa found herself breathing hard as she watched the men struggle.

  There was no denying it. Watching the two men fight for alpha status was turning her on. They moved so fast she couldn’t make out their facial features. She could see their bodies, though. They both were definitely hot. She couldn’t help imagining the two men fighting over her, or sharing her. She imagined the muscular brutes pinning her down and taking turns using her.

  She stopped her thoughts there. One of those men was her new stepbrother. She shouldn’t think that way. She squeezed her thighs together to try to quell the ache between her legs.

  One of the men had managed to get on top of the other and had him pinned down.

  “Jake, trap that leg. The right leg. Trap it!” Mark yelled.

  Lisa watched as the man on the bottom moved his left foot near the right knee of the man on top.

  “Good!” Mark yelled. “Now trap his right arm...Good! Now sweep! Sweep!”

  The man on bottom bridged up as he held the right leg and arm of the man on top. He rotated and suddenly they had switched positions. The man on bottom was now on top.

  “Good!” Mark yelled. He turned to Lisa. “That’s how you get a man off you. It works even if the man is much bigger. You take two legs off the same side of a table and what happens? It falls over, right?”

  Mark glanced at his wristwatch, “Time!” he yelled.

  The two grapplers stopped and bumped fists. They both collapsed on the ground. Their muscular chests heaved up and down as they caught their breath. Their skin shined in the sun from a thin sheen of sweat. It gave a slick look to the tattoos that covered their arms and chests.

  “Dude, you almost had me,” the taller one said. “Not bad for a fucking manager!”

  “Nah, it wasn’t tight, you were working your way out,” the other said.

  “Boys, don’t be rude. Come meet Lisa. Jake, she’s your sister now so be nice,” Mark said

  “You want me to meat my sister?” the taller one asked with feigned shock.

  “You and your meat jokes,” the shorter one said with a laugh. “Dude, that’s gross.”

  “Huh?” Mark said, oblivious to the joke. “Just get over here.”

  The two men strutted over to Lisa like arrogant and sweaty Greek gods. It was true that they had the kind of physiques that women lusted after, and the good looks to go with them. But why did they have to be so cocky? Their swagger was almost comical. And yet...

  “Jake Mata. They call me ‘The Bull,’” the tall, one said as he extended a heavily muscled and tattooed arm. His dark brown hair was mussed and sweaty. He swept it back with a hand revealing a face fit for a model and dark, brown eyes Lisa wanted to swim in. “Good to meet you...sis.” Something about his tone made a mockery of the word.

  Looking at him was like looking at the sun. Against her will, she found her gaze forced to her shoes as she extended her hand to him. He gave it a hard, almost painful squeeze and Lisa winced.

  “Put some life into your handshake, sis,” he said with gruff arrogance.

  She squeezed a little harder and he nodded his approval. “Better.”

  “The...The Bull. Why do they call you that?” Lisa asked. “Is it, like, you charge into people in your fights or something?”

  He and the other man laughed.

  “Uh, yeah, not exactly. It’s for...other reasons. Not the kind of thing a sister should care about,” he said with a hearty laugh.

  Lisa blushed.

  “Don’t mind him, Lisa,” the other man said. “He’s always that way. I’m Cole, glad you could meet me,” he said with a wink. “I’ve been managing Jake the last couple of years, but he and I go way back.”

  She shook his hand. Eager to avoid another painful squeeze she clamped down on his hand as hard as she could.

  “Hey, watch it there,” he teased, making a big show of being in pain. “You trying to hurt me or something? Jake, get your sister under control!”

  Lisa felt trapped. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. She was even more uncomfortable at the proximity of the half naked, sweaty men. She looked at her mom for reassurance.

  “Boys, you’re being mean,” she said as she came to Lisa’s rescue. She slapped Jake on th
e back. “Be nice!”

  Lisa wished she had the confidence her mom had around men. She marveled at how effortlessly her mom was able to be physical with these brutish fighters. Lisa could have never touched them like that.

  “No, it’s okay, mom. They were just teasing,” she said trying to regain some dignity.

  “Well, with a grip like that maybe you would be a good grappler. Let’s roll. I want to see what you’ve got,” Jake said as he walked over to the mats.

  “Let’s what?” Lisa asked as it began to dawn on her what he was proposing.

  “Let’s roll!” he said, “Let’s grapple. Come on, don’t be chicken.” He flexed his chest muscles. He was trying to intimidate her...as if she needed any more intimidation.

  Lisa was about to protest, but her words stuck in her throat.

  “Don’t be stupid, boy!” his dad barked at him. “It’s dinner time. Get cleaned up, we don’t want to smell your sweaty butts at the table.”

  Mark and her mom went inside. Lisa was still shell-shocked, trying to process what was happening.

  “Saved by the bell,” Jake said as he gave her a devilish smile. “Next time,” he said. He walked by her so closely that she had to move or he would have run over her. She moved just in time to avoid a collision, but his muscular arm still brushed her breasts. Her nipples tingled and hardened at the contact. She looked up to see Jake looking back at her as he walked away, still smiling.

  “Like I said, he’s always that way,” Cole said as he came up behind her. “After you.” He motioned for Lisa to walk first.

  Lisa turned and walked inside, following Jake. Too bad he was a world-class douchebag, because he had a world-class ass. As he walked she watched it bounce side to side. The muscles on his broad, tattooed back rippled and flexed.

  She couldn’t help thinking about how his arm had just brushed her breasts.

  What’s worse was that she couldn’t help thinking about how much she liked it.

  Chapter 2

  Choke

  “He sounds hot,” Janis said.

  “He’s a barbarian,” Lisa said.

  “He sounds like a hot barbarian,” Janis said with a laugh.

  Lisa grinned. “He kind of was.”

  “Ooh, gross, you like your brother!” Janis teased. “Ooh, but that could be kind of hot. Lisa gets fucked by her MMA fighter brother! That sounds like the plot of a porn–”

  “Stop calling him my brother, gross, he’s my stepbrother, whatever that means. I hardly even know him. Anyway, it’s not like I’m trying to date him or whatever. And you’re the one that said he sounded hot!”

  “You agreed,” Janis said.

  Janis had Lisa cornered. She wouldn’t dare admit that she had already had that fantasy.

  “Whatever,” Lisa said. “He was so cocky and rude. He gave me tickets to his fight this Saturday as if I would actually go.”

  “You have tickets? Oh, we have to do this! I want to see your brother in action. Let’s do it, come on!” Janis said with surprising enthusiasm.

  “Really? You want to see grown men beat each other up?”

  “Hell yeah,” Lisa said. “I think it’s hot!”

  “Yeah, ok, maybe so. If you want to,” Lisa said surprised, but also happy, that Janis was into it. Lisa had wanted to go from the moment Jake had given her the tickets but would have been too afraid to go on her own. Going with Janis was perfect.

  “Awesome. What about tonight? You coming out with us?” Janis asked.

  “Yeah, I don’t know,” Lisa said. “I have a ton to do.”

  “Like what?” Janis blurted. “The semester is over. You aced your finals. Let’s go out and celebrate! You practically studied the whole semester away anyway. College should be the time of your life and you’ve had your head buried in books since you got here. Isn’t it time you let your hair down a little bit?”

  Lisa opened her mouth to protest, but she knew she had no excuse.

  “This is about him, isn’t it?” Janis said. “That big football player you were dating last year. Old what’s his face–Roger.”

  “No, I mean...maybe, a little,” Lisa said.

  “Listen, he was your only experience and it didn’t go well, it’s natural you would feel a little burned. Join the club. We’ve all had bad experiences,” Janis said.

  Lisa was shaking her head. “It wasn’t bad, Janis. It was a disaster.”

  “Yeah, you’ve said that before, but what was the big deal? You never said what the problem was.” Janis took a seat on her bed as if giving Lisa her full attention.

  Lisa had never had the guts to tell Janis the full story, and yet Janis was her best friend. If she couldn’t tell Janis, who could she tell? It would feel so good to finally get it off her chest. With all Janis’ experience with sex, she might even be able to help.

  She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. “I couldn’t make him, you know...”

  Janis looked perplexed. “Ummmm...no, I guess I don’t.”

  “Like...cum,” Lisa finally admitted.

  “What do you mean, you couldn’t make him cum?” Janis said, still confused. “Isn’t that more, like, his job?”

  Lisa shook her head. “No, I mean, like when I would...” she motioned to her mouth

  “Suck his cock?” Janis said for her.

  “Yes, yes, exactly. When I would do...that, he would never cum.”

  “Well, maybe you just didn’t give it enough time,” Janis said.

  “We would usually try for over an hour,” Lisa said.

  “Oh...yeah,” Janis said. “That would be a problem. Well, what about fucking? You fucked him...right?”

  “Yes,” Lisa said.

  “So, everything was cool there, right?”

  “No. Everything was not cool, there,” Lisa said.

  “What? You telling me he never came when you guys fucked?” Janis asked.

  Lisa just shook her head. “He pretended to...a couple of times, but I could always tell. I checked the, you know, the condoms...later. I tried. I did. I wanted to be like...hot in bed or whatever, but everything I tried just made things worse.”

  “Wow,” Janis said. “What did he say?”

  “What was there to say? I’m just not good at it. He would try to show me how, but I always did it wrong. He would try to tell me how I was doing it wrong, but usually he just got angry and gave up. He tried to teach me to be sexy, but, let’s face it...I’m not sexy. I’m not good at...sex stuff.”

  “Whoa. Don’t give me that,” Janis said. “I see how guys look at you! You could hook up with a new stud every weekend!”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lisa said shaking her head.

  “Whatever that crap was with Roger, it had nothing to do with you!” Janis insisted.

  “It had everything to do with me!” Lisa said as her voice raised. She felt tears threatening.

  “No, don’t believe that,” Janis said.

  “When you, you know, suck a guy for an hour and he doesn’t...do his thing, that means it has everything to do with you!” Lisa said. All the raw emotions she had buried for the last several months were coming back to her.

  “Lisa, go out with us tonight. Blow off some steam, forget about Roger. Let’s have some fun.”

  It did sound fun. It had been ages since had gone out. It might be just the thing to take her mind of the whole Roger mess.

  “Okay, let’s do it,” she said, caving.

  “Really? Oh my god, this is like, what? The second time you’ve ever gone out with us?” Janis said. “I mean, seriously girl, we need to get you laid!”

  “Oh, no, that’s, don’t be silly I, I–”

  “You what? You don’t like sex?

  “I...I like it. I just don’t want to, like, tonight,” Lisa said.

  “Uh huh, sure. Hey, I need to tell Scott to bring someone else for you,” Janis said.

  “Wait, what?” Lisa said, panic rising in her voice.

  Scott was Janis’ l
atest plaything. Not a boyfriend. More like a fuck buddy. Janis never had a problem meeting and fucking hot guys. Scott was intimidating, a gym rat. And all the guys he hung out with were gym rats. Big, strong masculine men...men like Roger. They were men that expected more from their women than Lisa could ever hope to provide.

  “I can’t,” Lisa said.

  “You don’t want to be the third wheel do you? Scott has lots of friends. There’s this one guy he has been talking about. Super studly, girl he’s hot! Yeah, let me see if he will bring him,” she said as she began texting on her phone.

  “No, Janis, that’s not–I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Janis said with a devilish laugh. “You’re getting laid tonight!”.

  Lisa wanted to rush across the room and yank the cell phone out of Janis’ hands. But she also wanted...she wanted to get laid. Her experience with Roger had stirred within her a sexual energy she had never known she had. It had smoldered ever since, but the fire he had kindled had never been able to burn white hot. The disaster of their frustrated attempts at sex had quenched it before it could ever ignite.

  “What if...,” Lisa’s heart was pounding in her chest, the old fears, “What if he doesn’t like me. You know, what if he doesn’t think I’m...pretty.”

  “Lisa, good god girl, how many times have we been through this. Your problem is not looks. I’m telling you, seriously, you’re hot. Okay, maybe librarian hot...or nerdy hot, but your looks are not the problem. Your body is banging, you know how jealous I am of your butt girl! Your problem is confidence! Just...relax. Be yourself. No guy wants to be with some mousy, squeaky bookworm that stares at her toes all night. You need to relax a little. Show your personality. You’re great Lisa, really, you are. You just need to show them.

  “What if I’m...what if I’m so terrible at sex that he can’t...cum? Janis, I don’t think I would be able to take it.”

  Janis came over to her and grabbed both of her hands. “Lisa, life doesn’t just automatically give you happiness. You have to go out there and take it. Stop worrying about Roger and all of that stuff that happened, and get on with your life. Life is too short to dwell on that past.