Love My Billionaire Stepbrother: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance (3 page)

“Did you clear it with my dad,” I asked. “He doesn’t let me stay out after midnight.”

I smiled and folded my arms together, in that way that totally makes my boobs look even bigger than they already are.

“We’ll just have to keep this a secret then,” he said.

What did he mean by
this
?

“Come on,” he said. “Finish up. I’ve got a special surprise for you. A special birthday gift for my little sis.”

For me? He had a surprise for me? Like all of this wasn’t already overwhelming enough?

A growing part of me wanted to give him a surprise too.
 

“More special than all of this,” I asked.

I couldn’t imagine what would top this. Well, I could imagine one thing but there was no way he was thinking too.

Was he?

He laughed and took a sip from his glass.

“You’ll be the judge,” he said, “I the simple tour guide.”

“I know you well enough to know you’re anything but simple,” I said. “Do I get to guess?”

“You can guess all you want,” he said, “but I’m not telling.”

He motioned for the check and then finished his glass. The waiter brought the bill. I peeked at it and the whole thing, with tip, was over 1500 Euros! That was insane. In dollars, what was that? $3000 or so?

I guess you didn’t get on the fancy Fortune list for nothing.

He rose and pulled my chair back. As I stood, I caught a glimpse of him lasering down the front of my dress.
 

Perfect.

I slid my bottom against him as I turned. Felt his manhood on my backside. His body shuddered.

Contact.

He stepped back to get my red scarf. The one I’d picked up earlier in the day. Everyone wore scarves in Paris. It was like the law or something. I slung it around my neck and over my shoulders. The bright red hue against my white dress was gorgeous.

That and the tiny purse that held my lip gloss was all I needed for the evening.

Not
all
I needed.

As we walked out, the other patrons stared. Let them look. They probably thought I was his latest hot fling. I hoped they thought that.
 

Because if they thought it, that meant it wasn’t crazy. That meant I wasn’t crazy for thinking someone like him could be attracted to someone like me.

Right?

We took his limo through the buzzing, busy streets. Paris was still so alive at this hour. It was dark in the backseat. Flashes of bright lights swept over our little nook as we drove. My already short dress pulled further up my thighs. I scooted a little lower so the dress rode up higher. A flash of light went by and I saw my white lace panties peak out from underneath.
 

Good.
 

Another flash of light.

I saw just a hint of my pussy lips underneath.

Perfect.

I rested my head on Jake’s shoulder. He smelled fresh and clean. Like a forest after the rain. He rubbed my head.

“Too much to drink,” he asked.

“Maybe not enough,” I said.

I wished his hand would go lower. I tried so hard with my mind to make his hand go lower. To go down the front of my dress. To cup my breasts. To rip my dress down and suck on my nipples. To force his hand lower, force his fingers inside my panties.
 

Inside my pussy.

A dampness blossomed between my legs. Fire sparked in my belly.

Was he thinking of me in the same way?

He certainly took a couple of good looks over the course of the evening. More as the wine glasses piled up. But he’d never even acted like I was a girl before. Then again, he’d always had a bony, blonde bimbo to distract him.

I hated thinking about that. Thinking about someone else with him. Thinking about how I was so not his type.

Was this just a drunk girl’s birthday dream?

We entered the roundabout that encircles the Arc De Triomphe. Our driver sped around like he was in formula one race. I pressed into Jake as he held himself stable against the door.

Jake laughed.

“Antonio dreams of beating Andretti,” he said.

We peeled off at our exit and I tossed my leg over his. Like it was the fault of the car throwing me around. I held it perfectly still, hoping he wouldn’t push me away. He scooted back in his seat a little, but didn’t pull away.

I slid my leg up against his, until my knee grazed the stiff bulge in his pants. God, he was so hard.
 

So hard for me!

He coughed and scooted my leg off.

Too aggressive. But I didn’t have all night!

He looked out the window.
 

“Antonio, drop us on the west side,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” the driver said.

Jake pointed out the window.

I looked up and there it was. The Eiffel Tower. It was unbelievable. Way taller than I ever imagined.

We pulled up under some glaring street lights. I noticed my panties and the pussy lips behind them still peeking out from under my hiked-up dress.

“Oh no,” I said, “is that a wine stain?” I picked at a spot just at the hem of my dress.

Jake looked down and a shudder ran through his body. He’d seen me. He’d seen that private part of me. It was a dirty trick making him look there. I felt guilty. But good too.

He cleared his throat and opened the door. He helped me out and watched as I pulled my dress back into place.

“Wait here,” he said to the driver, “It shouldn’t be long.”

“Yes, sir,” he said.

The tower was like an enormous erection jutting up into the sky. It was totally beautiful. Totally overwhelming. People lingered everywhere on the green grass surrounding it. Couples at benches here and there lost in each other’s embrace.

We walked under an enormous arch of thick iron beams. It was magnificent. I wanted to go all the way to the top. To see Paris from the top of the world. To see it with him.

But the ticket counter were just closing up. It was past midnight.

“We’re too late,” I said, “figures my luck wouldn’t hold.”

“We don’t require luck,” he said. He took my hand. “Come.”

I stumbled in my tall white heels. They weren’t made for moving fast. Well, on the other hand, that’s exactly what they were made for.

We got to the elevator just as a load of people piled out. It was a shoulder to shoulder mass exodus of bodies. Most of them had euphoric smiles on their faces.

Great.
 

That should’ve been my face. Jake’s face. But now we were going to miss it. To be so close and have it out of reach was heartbreaking. It would have been so perfect.

Tears welled up in my eyes.
 

Hold it together!

This was so ridiculous. I was such a baby. It’s just that it was my nineteenth birthday and I wanted it to be perfect. And it was going so well.

Until this.

Jake approached the security guard at the elevator. He was an older man with white hair. The guard ushered out the last of the people and closed the doors.
 

“Francois, bonne soiree, coment estes-vous,” he said.

His French sounded so, well, French!

The security guard looked up and his eyes brightened.

“Mr. MacCormack,” he said, “always such a pleasure to see you.”

His English was hidden under a thick crust of French accent. He looked me up and down.

“A special ride to the top,” he said.

“Not tonight,” Jake said. “This is my sister, Julia. Julia, Francois.”

He tottered over and then leaned forward and kissed me on each cheek.
 

“Any family of Mr. MacCormack’s is family of mine,” he said.

“Thank you sir,” I said, “You’re too kind.”

He waved me off.

“Ce n’est rien,” he said.

Jake smiled, obviously pleased at how Francois took to me.

“Mind if we take a quick trip up,” he asked.

“Mr. MacCormack,” he said, “you know the tower is always open to you.”

Jake was already pulling me into the open elevator lift. I guessed he already knew the answer.

“Today is my sister’s birthday. There is just one thing left that she must do, and that is to see this beautiful city from the most beautiful place in it. From the top of the Eiffel Tower.”

He slipped a wad of bills into the guard’s front pocket.

“You are right as always,” the guard said as he bowed.

Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close.
 

“You’re in for a treat,” he said. “There is nothing like your first time on top of the Eiffel Tower.”

My thoughts exactly.
 

The guard joined us in the lift and tapped the button for the second level. The doors closed and I noticed him checking me out from the corner of his eyes.
 

He wasn’t the only one. I caught Jake getting an eyeful of his own.

His slick dress pants had a noticeable bulge in just the right spot. I definitely had his attention, whether he wanted to give it or not.

The elevator started up through the iron grid work. It was a dream come true. So close to my every dream coming true.

We moved up through huge, riveted girders. The complexity of the metal weaving in and out made it look like lace. Lights shining through gave it an impossibly intricate texture. Impossible that mankind could have built it.
 

We went up and up. Ascended into heaven.
 

The lights of Paris spread out before us. The twinkling magic of the sexiest city in the world.

Now I just had to get rid of this security guy.

The elevator dinged as we arrived at the second level. It stopped and the doors opened. Wind whipped through the ironworks. Warm gusts on a late summer night.

The guard led us to another, smaller elevator. Apparently the one that took us the rest of the way to the top.

He sorted through his keys, found the right one, and turned the power back on. He opened the doors and gestured inside.

“If you please,” he said.

This was it.

He was super nice and sweet, but I didn’t want him going up with us. That would ruin any chance at what might happen.

I had to think of something.

The most confused feelings rolled through my body. Of being the predator while also being the prey. Trapped by my desire for this man who would soon be my stepbrother. My stomach flitted around on butterfly wings.

Then I thought of something.

“After you, Jake,” I said, all fancy like I was making a big production of it.

He laughed and stepped inside.

And that’s when I made my move.

I loosened the scarf around my neck and let the wind catch it. It didn’t need much help. The wind snatched it and whipped it through the air into a corner twenty feet away.

“Oh no,” I said, “my scarf.”

The distress in my voice didn’t sound manufactured, did it?

The guard flung his hands into the air and rushed off to retrieve it.

I stepped into the elevator, smiled at Jake, and punched the button for the top floor.

Jake’s eyes flew open. His mouth dropped like a fish sucking in water.
 

“Julia, what the hell are you doing?”

The doors closed and this much more intimate elevator started up.

He punched at the button to go back down. It changed nothing.

“Why did you just do that,” he asked. “You’ll give Francois a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just want to be alone with you.”
 

He froze, and looked down at my chest. At my full breasts spilling out above the dress. I took a step toward him. He backed up against the wall.

“What are you doing,” he asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said, with a smile on my face that guaranteed that wasn’t quite the whole truth.

I squeezed my shoulders together and leaned toward him. His eyes dropped like a magnet yanked on them.

He swallowed hard.
 

“We should be getting back to the hotel,” he said.

I moved up against him. Felt my breasts smash into his broad, hard chest. Against the smooth, deep blue suit jacket. His stiff cock pressed into my belly. Radiated heat into me. I breathed him in. The clean, forest scent of him.

I looked up. Up into the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that had never seen me in the way I needed. I wanted those eyes on me now.

There was confusion in them. A raging fire mixed with a cold panic.

I grabbed his cock through the thin fabric of his pants. He was big. He throbbed in my hand. The dampness between my legs gushed. My juices soaked through my lace panties.

“It’s okay, Jake,” I said. “I want this to be my best birthday ever.”

He was paralyzed, up against up the wall, as the elevator climbed higher.

“I want you to be my first, Jake,” I said. “I can feel you want it to.”
 

His eyes clouded over. A storm of emotion and need raging in them.

I lifted my head and raised my tongue into his mouth, ran across his lips, chewed on his full lower lip. I tugged on his cock, soft and slow. I grabbed his hair and kissed him deeply.

The elevator dinged and he jumped.

Damn elevator.

He pushed me back to arm’s length, shook his head and swallowed.
 

“Julia please,” he said and slipped away from me. He backed into the opposite corner. “We can’t do this. We are about to be family for Christ’s sake. This is wrong to even think about.”

“I know that Jake,” I said. “And it doesn’t matter. What matter is us. Right here. Right now.”

“Please don’t say that,” he said. “It’s wrong.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s messed up. I didn’t ask to feel this way. But I didn’t get a choice. It’s you. You made me want you. Want you more than anything in the world.”

The doors opened.

This was it. Now or never. A delicious mix of fear and longing drove me.

I reached back and unzipped my dress. The simple, white silky cloth fell in waves to the floor. Air gusted in and tickled my aching hard nipples. Hard nubs of flesh surrounded by pink circles just a shade darker than the surrounding skin.