Stepbrother Returns (Steamy Billionaire Stepbrother Taboo Romance) Read online

  His semen flowed out of my mouth and down my face, dripping down my neck and some of it even reaching my breasts before it stopped flowing. Jack smiled and had me lick his dick and balls clean before looking for his jeans.

  I was so turned on by this time, my pussy was wet and slippery against the cold, hard toilet seat. “Jack?”

  “Yeah, sis?” He zipped up his jeans, going commando in them, and I smiled at that.

  “Was I supposed to swallow your cum?”

  He reached for his long sleeved t-shirt. “It’s okay, baby. You’ll get the hang of it. We’ve got two weeks to practice.”

  I was so excited! Two more weeks!?!

  “You mean, you’re staying for two weeks this time?”

  Jack pulled his t-shirt over his wet muscles, and it stuck to his skin in all of the right places. “Or longer. I don’t know how long I’m going to want to spend time with you.”

  My heart leapt with joy. “Does that mean… does that mean that you’re going to end up… fucking me? Like, really fucking me?” My voice trailed off at the end. I was still shy about whether he would fit inside of me all of the way.

  Jack grinned, showing a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. God, he was so handsome.

  “Well, of course I’m going to fuck you, little sis! I can’t let that nice round ass and that…” He licked his lips. “That virgin cunt go to waste. What kind of idiot do you take me for?” He laughed.

  I giggled. “Okay! My clothes are all wet. I have to get changed really fast.”

  “I’m going to head down now, so that it doesn’t look too weird, since I obviously just took a shower.”

  I laughed. “I did, too! My hair’s all wet! Ask Daddy about his newest collector car. I want to drive it, but he’s so protective of me, he won’t let me drive one yet.”

  Jack bent down and kissed me, grinning as he fingered my wet hair. “Maybe I can talk him into letting you take one or two risks.”

  Yes! Could Jack really help me out with this? I swatted his butt as he looked out the door, checking to make sure no one saw him leave my room. He smiled and disappeared into the hallway.

  Quickly, I stared around my room. I needed to get dressed, and fast. They were already expecting me to be downstairs, and I hated a cold supper anyway. I ran to my closet. At first, I started to pick out a modest peasant blouse and some classic cut slacks. But then I spied my bright blue halter top, the kind with several gold chains draped across the back. That was perfect for Jack to see me in. I looked around for something to wear with it. My gaze landed on a tight, black leather mini skirt with similar gold chains draped from the waist.

  This was perfect. I put on my new ensemble, making sure I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and putting my long straight blonde hair up into a high ponytail. I checked out my look in the mirror. Well, daddy might not approve, but I was sure that Jack would.

  I ran downstairs where the whole family was gathered around the table and the servants had already set the meal out. I slid into my seat as fast as I could, but not before my step dad had had a chance to see my whole outfit, unfortunately. He frowned.

  “Madeline, isn’t that a little too unbecoming of you?” He always used those kinds of words when he was displeased. I tried to blow it off, sounding like I was just having a good time with my outfit today, but I couldn’t quite do it justice. When he wasn’t happy about something, it kind of affected the whole group of people around him.

  “I just wanted to try something different.” Then, suddenly, a brilliant idea came to me. “I thought you would probably prefer it if I wore this at home, and not out in public.”

  Jack’s fork clanged against his plate a little louder than was natural, and I could practically feel his silent laughter in my ears.

  Bud dad smiled. “Well, you do have a point there. See that you don’t wear that in public, though. I don’t approve of it.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Jack finished his bite and straightened up. “Dad, if you’d like, I can help Madeline go through her closet and find something good to wear for the fundraiser later on tonight. I’m pretty sure I know what you’d find… er… objectionable.”

  His father visibly relaxed, and everyone at the table felt it. “Yes, thank you, Jack. I think that would be a very good idea. Try to find something appropriate for her to wear.”

  I practically choked on my food, but managed to get myself under control. Jack was a bigger player than I ever was! After supper, everyone was wrapping up their day and beginning to get ready for a late night fundraiser. Jack made sure that his dad saw us climbing the stairs together, something which seemed to have put his worries completely at ease.

  I couldn’t believe it! Finally, having rules was working to my advantage!

  Jack followed me into my room, and then shut the door behind us, locking it. I turned around and I saw that he was definitely interested in my outfit. “Do you like it?”

  He didn’t say anything, only nodded and pulled me over to the bed. At first, I assumed that he would want me naked again, but this didn’t seem to be the case. He gently pushed me back onto the bed, swung my legs over, and then climbed on the mattress himself. Shoving my black leather skirt up around my hips, he spread my legs out and started pulling down his own jeans. I was glad that I had forgotten to put on underwear.

  “Do you want my top off, big brother?”

  He smiled at the name, and shook his head. Once his jeans were below his hips, he pulled my hips on top of his lap and I tried to splay my legs out as far as I could.

  Jack rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy, and it immediately became wet with my juices. I was turned on and my pussy was tightening, but Jack penetrated me with his finger first, and I moaned, loving how it felt to have something inside of me.

  “Please, Jack. Please put your cock in.” I wanted him to take my virginity. It was finally time I lost it. I was ready.

  “All in good time, little sister. All in good time.”

  His finger was rubbing past my clit and I was writhing in ecstasy, wanting so badly to feel him inside of me. He inserted two more fingers to make three, and I just about went ballistic.

  “Please, Jack! Please fuck me!”

  He rubbed the tip of his cock against my cunt for a few minutes, and then penetrated by about an inch. I squirmed and wriggled, wanting so desperately to feel his cock in me some more. Jack gently pushed in further, and I felt my hymen break.

  “Good girl,” he said as I winced. He started slowly, very gently fucking me at this depth for a little while, to make sure that I got used to it first.

  Once he could tell that I had become accustomed to that, my pussy squeezing even harder around his dick, Jack started to fuck me a little deeper, his speed starting to increase as well.

  I was so turned on and kept wanting him to fuck me harder and deeper right away, but he wouldn’t let it happen too quickly. Finally, he reached up and ripped the top of my halter top loose, exposing my naked breasts, and began massaging my tits while he fucked me.

  Then he drew my hips closer to him, and plunged all the way inside of me. It felt both awesome and intense. I couldn’t believe it! I was finally getting his whole dick, and all of it was inside of me! Jack fucked me hard and slow now, sending waves of heat through my body with each fuck.

  My breasts were jiggling everywhere, and he kept his hand on them, pinching my nipple when he wanted me to tighten around his dick. My pussy lips were stretched so tight around his cock that I was sure I couldn’t take any more, but he kept his thrusts slow and deep. Despite my doubts about whether I could handle it, my body still ached for him to go fast, but he wouldn’t.

  He reached down and began flicking my clit, sending orgasm after orgasm like shockwaves through my body. Finally, he began to pick up speed, fucking me faster, pounding my little pussy harder and harder, his balls swinging against my ass.

  I wrapped my legs around him tightly and squeezed as hard as I could on his cock. Jack gasped, and flicked my clit some more, making me writhe on the bed in ecstasy. Please, God, don’t ever let it stop!

  Finally, Jack began pumping me harder and harder, getting ready to climax. I was hoping that he would cum inside of my pussy, but at the very end, he pulled out and climbed on top of me, squirting all of his cum all over my face and neck and chest.

  He reached back and flicked my clit a few more times and my own climax screamed out at the top of my lungs. Jack quickly put his hand over my mouth, muffling the sound of my screams as I climaxed over and over in the end.

  I was lying on the bed, panting hard, while Jack sucked my juices off of his fingers and straddling my torso. I wanted to go again, but I knew we didn’t have time for it.

  Jack smiled down at me from his seat as he straddled my belly, and he made me suck his fingertips as well. I was even more turned on by my own juices.

  “Please, Jack, can we go again?”

  He lightly smacked the side of my ass he could reach. “Later. Right now we have to get ready for the fundraiser.”

  I wanted his cock inside of me. I wanted to feel him inside of me all the time. I didn’t want to go the stupid fundraiser. I wanted to stay home and fuck my brother.

  Jack smiled. “I want to go again, too, but right now I have to pick out something modest for you to wear.”

  I laughed. He was sitting on top of me, his jeans pulled halfway down his thighs, and my clothes were pulled out of the way of sex, and I was soaked in his cum, all over my face and neck and breasts. Modest, indeed!

  “Fine, but when can we do it again?”

  “Tomorrow, when our parents are at work.”

  “What about tonight? Come on, Jack, I really want to do it again soon.”

  He reached behind himself and found my raw, swollen, little pussy. He jabbed three fingers into it, and I jerked convulsively as he fucked me a little.

  “No. Night time is the best time to get caught. Plus, I want you to be well rested for tomorrow’s fucking.” He adopted a tone of severe authority. “Do I make myself clear, little sis?”

  I smiled. “Yes, big brother. What are you going to have me wear?”

  He climbed off the bed and went to my closet. “I think you should look well covered up and very ladylike for the fundraiser. How about this?”

  Jack held up a black turtleneck. I nodded.

  He delved back in the closet and came back with a loose, flowing, floor length black evening skirt.

  “Wear these, and put some perfume on. Dad likes classy smelling stuff. Don’t wear any jewelry, and put your hair up in a nice, high bun.”

  I nodded. Jack left the room to go get ready for the fundraiser himself.

  When I arrived downstairs an hour later, I looked like the picture of class and taste. Dad smiled warmly and put his arm around Jack when he arrived downstairs, wearing a dark grey suit.

  “Well, Son, I think you did a great job on your sister.”

  I had to turn away to hide my grin.

  “I think you should spend more time with your brother, Madeline. He is clearly having a good influence on you.”

  I turned back with a huge smile. “I completely agree."

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  My name is Angie, and I’m one of those sporty, brunette college girls you see filling up the coffee shops everywhere.

  I love going out to eat, especially now that I’m in college, but I hardly ever have enough money for the nice dinners I really enjoy eating. Big, juicy steak, sun dried tomatoes, and of course some white wine to go with them. College guys are well meaning, but they hardly ever have enough money to really go out somewhere nice like I like.

  Well, all of that changed when I was jogging back to my brother’s house one evening. I often jog in the evenings, after classes, and my brother is letting me take over his basement so that my living expenses are not so high during college. This particular evening, my stepdad, Brian, pulled up beside me and honked his horn.

  I ran over to see what he wanted, but I was sure I knew the reason. My mom had warned me that she wanted to have a talk with me about safety when going out with college guys or when going to frat parties. Brian was probably here to offer me a ride to their house so that she could lecture me on the subject or was supposed to give the lecture himself. I wasn’t impressed, either way.

  “Hi, daddy! Mom send you?”

  Daddy smiled and parked the car. “She said something about talking to you about safety in college, but that’s not why I’m here.”

  I leaned on my elbows at the driver’s side window. “What’s up?”

  “Well, I found out that your favorite restaurant is Duke’s and I thought you’d maybe like to have dinner with me, tonight.”

  My stomach rumbled. I loved their steak and my body could handle any food I threw at it. “Absolutely!” I paused. “You’re not preparing me for bad news, are you?”

  Daddy laughed. “No. Your mom is working late tonight and I thought you’d like something to eat besides ramen noodles. I don’t like eating alone.”

  “Sure!” I ran around and jumped into the car. “Will I need to wear something nicer?”

  Daddy smiled at my tank top and shorts. “Only if you want to. We can stop by David’s place so that you can change.”

  When we got home, I ran down to the basement and went through all of my clothes in my closet. The only nice dress I had was a long red evening gown that my sister had left behind before moving out of state. I tried it on. I looked good. I was now tall enough to fit it, and there was an alluring slit which went halfway up my thigh. It has a nice halter top which made my breasts look bigger. I quickly twisted my hair on top of my head and ran back upstairs.

  Daddy whistled as I got into the car. “Wow! You look amazing!”

  I laughed. “Well, so do you!”

  My stepdad was just wearing work clothes, but being an attorney, they were pretty nice. We looked good together as we walked into the restaurant. The waiter eyed my body from head to toe as he got our menus and led us to our table. I felt so sexy.

  As the waiter eyed my hot dress while he led us to our table I finally understood why other women dressed up so often. It must be great always being the center of attention.

  Daddy and I were seated in a nice, intimate corner of the restaurant and had a lot of privacy. He leaned forward and smiled. “I’m serious. You look fantastic.” I laughed and twirled a strand of hair which hung loosely around my face. I loved being admired. It was great.

  Daddy ordered appetizers and drinks for us, as well as a bottle of champagne for himself. I sat up eagerly and smiled at him. “So! What do you want to talk about?”

  He laughed and got out his wallet. “Well, I actually did have something in mind. But, you may not want to do it.”

  “Well, what is it?!”

  He leaned forward, his voice low, “I was wondering if you would let me hang out at your place this evening.”

  I did not even try to hide my surprise. “Why on earth wouldn’t I want to do that? Oh, did you think I’d be out partying or something?”

  He laughed. “No, I thought you may not want to spend the whole evening with dear old Dad. That’s all.”

  I leaned back comfortably in my chair and stretched out my long body. “Oh, I don’t care! Why not?”

  He smiled and poured me a glass of champagne. I sat up quickly. “Won’t you get in trouble? I’m not twenty-one, yet.”

  Daddy shook his head. “Darling, you look twenty-five right now. No one is going to card you. Besides, you’re with me, aren’t you? I can “supervise” if anyone has a problem. Otherwise, they’ll just think you’re my date.”

  I laughed at that. “Well, I kind of AM your date!” For the first time since high school, my pussy tightened at that. I must just be a little excited. I took a sip of champagne.

  He opened his wallet. “Do you have everything paid for, or do you need any more money?”

  “Of course, I always need more money!” I smiled and reached my hand across the table. Instead of laughing at the obvious begging, he took my hand and kissed it. My pussy tightened again at that. I must really like attention. “Well, I’m not starving or anything, but any girl would take more money if it’s offered! Duh!”