Claim Me

I had no idea what was happening to me, but kneeling at my stepbrother's feet was bringing me peace.

Fresh out of university, Oliver reluctantly accepts his stepbrother Reese’s help to drive a moving van cross-country back to Las Vegas.

They’ve barely spoken in years—Reese, the cocky lawyer, and Oliver, the shy, inexperienced virgin, still questioning his desires.

What begins as tense small talk in a rattling old van quickly turns electric when a single motel room with one bed forces them too close.

One humid night, buried childhood fascination explodes into raw, forbidden hunger. Reese sees through Oliver’s hesitation and takes control, claiming his “little brother” in the most degrading, possessive ways imaginable.

Oliver discovers he craves the surrender, the filth, the total ownership by the one man he was never supposed to want.

A scorching taboo road-trip story of dominance, virginity loss, and stepbrother obsession—where three days on the highway become a one-way trip to submission.

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Mom had insisted that I shouldn’t drive my moving van across the country to my hometown of Las Vegas on my own after graduating from university; it was too far for me to handle alone.

She did have a point. Three days and nights, pushing for at least eight hours a day, was a bit much to ask of myself. My stepdad would’ve been quick to take time off work and help me, but he’d recently started a new job. Wouldn’t set a good tone to ask for a few days off so soon.

And Mom, well, Mom couldn’t drive much anymore. Her arthritis was so bad that she couldn’t grip a steering wheel for more time than it took to get to and from the grocery store.

So, that’s where my stepbrother, Reese, came into the picture. He’d been roped in to help me move all my worldly possessions into my parents’ garage until I secured my own place.

Reese and I had never gotten along well. He and his dad moved in with Mom and me when I was eight. I’d been fascinated by fourteen-year-old Reese and my perception of his maturity. I’d followed him around the house, irritating the hell out of him. I knew I was bugging him, but everything that he did, I viewed as an opportunity to abandon my childish ways.

When he’d left home to attend university, I’d been devastated. At the age of twelve, I hadn’t fully cooked yet, much to my disappointment. Reese returned home the same month I took off for university. Swapping places. We never kept in touch. We had nothing in common, and I was the pesky kid who had cramped his style when he was trying to act cool in front of his friends.

But now, here I was at the airport, waiting for him.

I leaned against the guardrail at the foot of the Arrivals escalator. Hordes of people made their way out through the automatic sliding doors. For a second, I thought Reese had changed his mind and not told me. His plane had landed almost thirty minutes ago.

Then I saw his face … and my heart skipped a few beats. As well as my juvenile admiration for his maturity during all the years I lived with him, he’d always caused my heart to beat faster.

Reese was gorgeous. Dark hair and eyes. Strong jaw, prominent cheekbones, and the most crimson, full lips I’d ever seen, then and now. And he hadn’t changed a bit.

Older, but the transition from teenager to man had done him many favors. You could tell by his stride and posture that he was confident. A man you could depend on.

I gripped the front of my shirt when his scanning eyes caught sight of me. His eyebrows rose, but then reset themselves as he walked to where I could meet him.

As Reese rounded the end of the guardrail, I stuck my arm out. He looked down at my hand, paused, then put me out of my misery and shook it.

“Thanks for picking me up, Oliver.”

I laughed, thin and high like I was on helium, embarrassing myself. “Not at all. You’re the one to be thanked. I’m going to be thanking you a lot over the next couple of days.”

Reese smirked, cool as always. “Mom wasn’t taking no for an answer.”

I liked that Reese called my mom Mom. It had taken me years to feel comfortable calling Reese’s dad Dad. Now it flowed easily. He was the dad I remembered throughout my childhood.

“Sorry, I took so long getting out of there. Busy place.”

“Always is.” Atlanta was one of the world’s busiest airports. “Do you have luggage?”

Reese shook his head. “Nope, didn’t want to risk having them lose my stuff.” He hoisted his black duffel bag high. “Didn’t need a lot. I have everything I need in here.”

“Then we can get right on the road.”

“As long as you take the first shift. That was a long couple of flights.”

Reese had flown out from Las Vegas to meet me in Atlanta. The busy city in the desert where I was born and raised was where we were headed back to. It would be great to get back home.

“Can do. I got ten hours last night.” Reese followed me to the automatic doors leading to the parking lot, where I’d parked the moving van. Now, I just needed to remember where I’d left it.

We walked out into the blistering summer heat.

“Ten hours, hey … some things don’t change.”

“I’m a good sleeper.”

“Always annoyed me how you could sleep anywhere within seconds.”

“It came in handy in the noisy dorms.” I sighed. I was going to miss those years of my life. Being away from home for the first time, on my own, freaked me out initially. Rightly so. I was a bit innocent, having been sheltered in my upbringing. I’d never been cool like Reese.

Because he was older and from a different family environment, he had more freedom than I did. My transition into my teenage years, while he was away at university, was filled with family game and movie nights as my parents tried to correct what had gone wrong with Reese.

My first taste of alcohol was on my second night of living in student housing. My roommate had invited a few guys over, and we’d passed around a bottle of nasty amber liquid.

I’d been so sick the next day, I’d sworn off drinking ever again.

I’d kept that promise.

I picked up my pace when I saw the top of my moving van at the far end of the lot. I dug around in my pocket for the keys as we came closer.

Reese whistled long and low as he dropped his duffel bag beside the front tire of the van. “Could they have given you anything older? I hope the air-con works.”

“It’s all they had left.” I flipped through the keys until I found the correct one to open the driver’s door while Reese waited for me to hurry up and unlock the passenger door. Once he had it open, Resse pulled himself up and threw his duffel bag onto the floor between our seats.

He looked around the cab after slamming his door, which felt no more secure than a tinned can. He spotted the two grocery bags against the cab’s back wall.

“Please tell me those are road snacks.”

“I tried to remember what you liked.” I turned the engine over as Reese lifted one of the bags. I lurched ahead. It was a tight fit to get out of the parking lot, but I managed.

Reese pulled out a bag of spicy tortilla rolls from the grocery bag. He abandoned the grocery bag, grinning, and yanked his way into what I knew was one of his favorite chips.

“You hit it on the head, little bro’. I’m starving.”

“There are drinks in the other one,” I said as I turned onto the highway. Reese twisted in his seat and dug around in the second bag. “Do you want something?”

“Sure, I’ll take an iced tea.”

“Predictable.” He removed the cap for me and set the bottle in the drink holder. “Do you mind if I put my earbuds in and listen to some music?”

“Nah, you go ahead.” I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Somewhere in my brain, I thought driving across the country with Reese would give us an opportunity to connect as adults. That wasn’t going to happen if he was going to amuse himself instead of talking to me.

Three hours down the highway, Reese was sound asleep; his head leaning against the window. I glanced over at him a couple of times. I’d let him sleep rather than make him drive. The temperature in the van was bearable, but I had a sheen of sweat that would require a shower.

Two hours later, I pulled into a gas station to use the restroom. The van’s sudden stop woke Reese, and he looked confused as he peered through the windows.

“I’ve been driving for five hours. Needed a pit stop.”

He furrowed his brow and undid his seatbelt. “Me, too.”

We both got out of the cab and made our way into the gas station convenience store, which had seen much better days decades ago. The restroom keys were hanging on a hook by the cash register. There was no one around, so I took the one marked with the universal sign for men’s.

Reese trudged along behind me as I walked to the backside of the building and unlocked a bashed-in metal door. It was a single stall situation, so Reese stayed outside until I was done.

“The key is on the sink.” I held the door open for him when I was done. “Can you bring it back?”

“Will do.” Then he pressed the door closed.

I headed back to the van, filled the tank with gas, and sat with the passenger’s side door open as I sipped my second iced tea. The slight breeze was a welcome cooling treat.

When Reese climbed into the driver’s seat, I tossed him the keys.

“Direct me back onto the highway,” he said.

“I think if you turn right out of the parking lot, we’ll be good.”

Back on the highway, I took my turn resting my head on the side window of my door. I must’ve dozed off. The next thing to come into view was a motel parking lot.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Like two hours.”

“You thinking we’ll stay here for the night?”

“I don’t want to drive anymore, plus it was a late start. I’m beat, and I’m hungry.”

I slid to the front of my seat and looked out the windshield. “Looks like there’s a diner at the far end of the motel. I’ll go check us in if you want to grab a table and some fries to start.”

“You read my mind.”

With the van locked up and Reese headed for the diner, I went inside the motel office. A short man who looked to be in his 70s was standing behind the counter.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, I need a room for the night. Two of us. Two beds.”

The man shook his head. “Sorry, son, I only have a room with one queen bed left.”

My shoulders tensed. “Does it have a sofa one of us can sleep on?”

“No, but I can bring you a cot.”

“That’ll work.” Except one of us would be sore tomorrow. We would need to rock-paper-scissors it to decide who got the bed. Motel keys in hand, I joined Reese in the diner.

“All go all right?” Reese flipped his menu over and perused his options.

“Only one bed. The guy is going to bring us a cot.”

Reese grunted. “Great. We’re tossing coins or something for the bed.”

“Figured.” I moved my hands back as a large plate of fries was deposited on our table. They were way too hot, but I didn’t care. My stomach would launch a mutiny if I didn’t eat.

Having not really spoken since the airport, I was feeling uncomfortable in my stepbrother’s company. I felt slightly happier when he took out his earbuds and stuck them in his pocket.

“So … you took Psychology at school,” he said and took a fry.

“Yeah,”

“What are you hoping to do with it?”

“Thought I’d start by applying at homeless shelters and organizations that deal with mental health issues, drug addiction, alcoholism … you know … work that needs to be done.”

Reese chuckled. “You always were a do-gooder.”

“Nothing wrong with wanting to help people.”

“No, I suppose someone has to do it.”

God, he hadn’t changed. “How’s your legal career treating you?”

“Still getting people off from doing the big time.”

I groaned. “We’re like opposites.”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t make the most of the next couple of days together.”

I crossed my arms. “You had your earbuds in the whole time I was driving.”

“I didn’t want to distract you.” He took another few fries. “We’re talking now.”

The server arrived at our table. I hadn’t looked at the menu yet, but figured a cheeseburger would be safe to order. Couldn’t go too far wrong. Reese asked for the same but with a cola.

I was fine with the glass of water already on the table.

Reese took a long sip of his drink once it arrived. He played with the straw. “So, do you have a girlfriend you’re leaving behind in Atlanta?”

I slowly spun my water glass on the table, deciding how to answer that. I’d never had a girlfriend. Never had any kind of significant other. I was a twenty-three-year-old virgin.

“No one caught my eye.”

Reese raised his eyebrows. “Not sure what your university was like, but mine was a veritable smorgasbord of women. I had more sex than I could comfortably fit into my schedule.”

“I’m not like you.”

“You don’t get horny?”

“That’s not what I meant.” I clenched my fists. Fuck, he was raising my discomfort level. I didn’t want to talk to my stepbrother about my lack of a sex life.

He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Do you not like women?”

My brow furrowed. I wasn’t sure what I liked. My plan had been to go to university, try sleeping with a woman, and see how it went. That hadn’t happened. I’d been too terrified.

Not that I hadn’t received any offers. I was no slouch. I was muscular and built with an attractive, boyish face and shocking blond, curly hair. I hadn't been short of women wanting to sleep with me.

But, we’d arrange to go out for a pub night or dinner with the understanding that we’d be finding somewhere private to explore one another later in the evening.

I always chickened out.

The draw wasn’t strong enough to get past my anxiety.

Maybe I didn’t like women.

“Oliver … are you gay?” Reese was staring directly into my eyes when I came back online with the same question on my mind.

I exhaled. “I don’t know … maybe.”

“You’ve never tried?”

I jammed my back against the booth seating when our food arrived. I lifted the top bun and took the pickle off the burger. Visiting an old habit, I put it on Reese’s plate.

“Oliver.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, not as a negative response so much as frustration.

I appreciated that Reese kept his voice down. “Are you a virgin?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I squished my hamburger down flat and focused on dressing the new batch of fries with buckets of salt and a serious dose of malt vinegar.

Reese leaned back. “Oh, my god, you are.”

I stared at him. “Can we drop this?”

“Sure.” He raised his hands. “I’m not trying to out you.”

“Thank you.”

“You still boxing?” Reese lifted his burger. “You sure look like you are.”

“It helps me with stress.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t around when you started that. You might’ve beaten the crap out of me.”

“Things weren’t that bad between us.” I took my first bite of what turned out to be an extremely greasy burger. I couldn’t stop an oily mess from running down my chin.

I looked up after setting my burger back on the plate.

Reese was staring at me—my messy chin, to be specific. He appeared to catch himself and looked away. “You were a constant pain in my ass, always chasing after me.”

I wiped my chin with my napkin and chuckled. “I thought you were all that. I wanted to learn everything cool from you.” I grinned at him. “You were my idol.”

Reese smirked. “I’ve got no issue with being worshipped.”

“Fuck off.” That ended the conversation for a few minutes while we ate. I was stuffed when I finally pushed the empty plate to the end of the table for someone to pick up.

“I’ll pay this check,” Reese said. “You catch the next one.”

“And the motel room?”

“We’ll split it fairly once we know who gets the bed.”

“You feeling lucky? We can decide now. Rock, paper, scissors. Best of three.”

Reese clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “Okay, you count us in.”

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My stepbrother lost and was silent as we walked to our motel room. Then, like a door out of the 70s, I used a key to unlock it. The inside of the room was how I’d expected.

One queen bed with a dingy, orange bedcover. And pushed up against the television a folded-in-half cot that looked like it came from an army surplus store.

Reese was going to be miserable.

He walked over to it, pressed the thin mattress between his fingers, looked at me, and cocked his head with the saddest damned look on his face.

Oh, my god.

“Fine.” I lifted our duffel bags off the side of the mattress I wouldn’t have been using. “We can share, but stay on your own damned side. I don’t want you breathing in my face.”

“You’re a peach, little bro’.” He pounded my shoulder, then headed for the bathroom. When the shower started, I wheeled the cot out of the way so I could turn on the television.

I sat at the foot of the bed and flipped through the channels. It was a decent selection, considering where we were. There were even some adult channels. I clicked on one and was bombarded with the sights and sounds of a woman being fucked by a bodybuilder type.

Not to my liking at all. I flicked through the next couple of channels until a scene unfolded with two men in the throes of arousal, their two cocks hard and glistening.

My dick soon pressed against my underwear. I’d never been brave enough to watch gay porn before. This certainly wasn’t the place for it, but I couldn’t tear my attention away from the raw hunger as their bodies collided and fit together like they were designed for it

“Whatcha watching, Oliver?”

Fuck.

I shut off the television and tossed the remote across the room as if it were on fire.

“No need to be embarrassed.”

My ears were burning, my face probably a crazy depth of crimson, as I stared at the floor. What I saw next was the bottom edge of the white towel Reese had wrapped around his waist.

I closed my eyes when he put his hand on the top of my head.

“Don’t start, Reese. I don’t know why I was watching that.”

Reese’s fingers moved from my head to my chin, making me raise my head. I kept my eyes closed. “I think you know exactly why you were interested in what those two men were doing.”

I shook my head.

His voice came out sounding smoky and seductive. “Come on, little brother, there’s no need to hide around me.” Or maybe I was imagining it and what the sound was doing to my body.

There was a slight rustle from the vicinity of Reese’s feet.

His towel.

“Look at it,” Reese said—demanded.

Look at what?

I opened my eyes.

Jeezus, fuck.

Two inches from my face, Reese’s thick, bare cock hung, resting atop his hairy balls. His scent was a mixture of motel room soap and something carnal—animalistic.

And the warmth his body emitted brought out a need in me that I’d never imagined was living deep in my soul. I slipped off the foot of the bed onto my knees as Reese took a step back.

He hummed and stroked his fingers through my hair.

“There you are.”

I lowered my head, staring at the nasty carpet, and rested my head against Reese’s abs. I clung to his thighs and melted against him, inhaling every molecule of his groin’s essence I could.

“This is where you belong.”

I whimpered in response. I had no idea what was happening to me, but kneeling at my stepbrother’s feet was bringing me peace. I couldn’t find any words to express my feelings.