ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (38 page)

Stepbrother Daddy

By: Madelin Brook

Table of Contents

About the Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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ABOUT THE STORY

Stepbrother Daddy

Meet 19-year old Miranda Sinclair, a recent college dropout, and wild child. While having to adjust to a dysfunctional home life, and recover from a harsh breakup, Miranda tries her hand at babysitting to regain independence in her life. All that Miranda wants is to live on her own, away from her quarreling parents, so babysitting is her only option to earn money.

Her stepbrother, Marcus Jones, sells his online business in a lucrative deal and quickly becomes a wealthy 25-year old entrepreneur. Marcus, his girlfriend, and Miranda go out for a night of celebration. The evening spirals out of control and the events after that become filled with excess, decadence and an act that is far too taboo to overlook.

What happens when Miranda takes things too far? Can she overcome adversity? Or, does she succumb to forbidden pleasures that she has never experienced? And, when Marcus disappears without a trace, how does she cope in his absence?

Chapter 1

The night was unnervingly quiet for nineteen-year-old, Miranda Sinclair. She found herself going stir crazy with nothing to do except sit around and essentially do nothing. The Mosley’s hired Miranda to look over their one-year-old child, Donnie while they went out for a night on the town. And, Miranda didn’t mind with the work opportunity.

Miranda had recently dropped out of college because she was failing all her subjects and her parents refused to pay for her tuition. Naturally, she only had one thing that she could do, and that was to move back in with her father and step-mother. Then, Miranda could figure out what she was going to do with her life. There weren’t very many options for her considering all she ever did in high school was babysit and party with her friends.

It was a smooth transition for Miranda as she went from high school life right into college. She took to the college life like a fish to water. Her forte was drinking and drugs. And, Miranda was always the first to fire up the festivities. Though Miranda wasn’t a part of any sorority, she was introduced to fraternity life early on.

She met her college boyfriend, Tim, at fraternity pledge night where he was the center of attention. Tim initiated his new recruits into Alpha Delta Pi that night. Miranda fell in love with his handsome good looks, rock solid body, and perfect tan. The man was surrounded by all of the women and they clung tightly to him. Rather than be upstaged by all these other prospects, Miranda stepped forward, leaned into whisper into his ear as she put her hand on his groin. It was enough to grab his attention and he never strayed far from her after that.

As long as Miranda knew Tim, she wasn’t entirely sure when, if ever, he would go to class. Tim was either working out or partying. He was forever wearing no shirt and a pair of messy old jeans that hung loosely around his waist with his underwear peeking out. His dirty blonde hair was messy and would drape just barely over his eyebrows, leaving just enough room for his bright blue eyes to be on full display.

The last time Miranda saw Tim was just a few months ago when she found out that she had failed all her classes. Deep down, Miranda just knew that her parents weren’t going to pay for her tuition anymore, and she would have to return immediately. With this new development, Miranda felt like she had to have one last go-round with Tim because she didn’t know if she would ever see him again once she left for home. Her home was hours away from this college, and Miranda settled on the fact that a long-distance relationship with Tim, the campus bad boy, wasn’t going to work.

“So, what’re you going to do?” Tim asked.

Miranda shrugged her shoulders and then leaned in to kiss him. The two of them snuck into a messy walk-in closet at the Alpha Delta Pi house. The party was reaching a fever pitch, and it seemed that they couldn’t carry a conversation over the noise of the music and party chatter.

Though aware she was doing poorly in school, Miranda never thought that she’d fail. The worst part about it was uprooting after a year and a half of getting to know a whole new set of friends and snatching up the best boyfriend a girl could find. Thinking about leaving brought a tear to Miranda’s eyes and she clutched Tim close to her. Tim hugged her back and brushed her hair over her shoulders.

He leaned down to give kiss her plump lips and pulled her hips closer to him. Immediately, Miranda became overwhelmed with a sense of loss and cried. She knew how to make a lasting impression with Tim and a memory that would help her get through the tough times that lay ahead, but she wasn’t sure that he’d want anything from her now.

Miranda kissed her way from Tim’s neck down to his abs. Tim’s body shuddered as Miranda kissed closer to his belt line. His jeans were hanging loosely on his hips and she could feel him coming to attention. Yet, Tim stopped her and guided her to her feet.

Tim gently cupped her chin, pulled her close and kissed the tears that streamed down her face. This gesture was enough to open the emotional floodgates. The young college dropout bawled and stepped into hug her boyfriend.

“It’s okay, baby,” Tim assured. “We’ll be fine, really.”

“I-I’m going t-to miss you,” Miranda stuttered and her body convulsed with each word. Mascara bled down her cheeks and further accentuated her sad puppy eyes.

The closet door swung open, hitting Miranda in the low back.

“Oh, shit! Whoa!” It was Tim’s fraternity brother, Ron. “Sorry, I...uh...I...”

Miranda turned from Tim and shielded her face in embarrassment. She tried to fake a smile yet he wasn’t fooled. Ron looked in a panic between Miranda and Tim.

“What’s up?” Tim asked, apparently undisturbed by the interruption.

“It’s...uh...um...”

“Dude, get in and close the fucking door if you can’t spit it out!” Tim yelled at him. He looked down and mumbled to Miranda. “Hang on, babe. Let me take care of shit.”

Tim rushed by her and pushed Ron out the door before him. Alone now, Miranda began to question even coming tonight. The young woman grew cold despite wearing a sweater and shuddered. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and composed herself before stepping back into the party.

After taking some time in the bathroom to clean up a little and wash the remaining black lines from her cheeks, Miranda wandered back into the party. A few of her friends asked her what the issue was, but she wasn’t going to let on. At this point, Miranda was in no mood to partake in the festivities and she sulked on the dirty couch in the makeshift den in the frat house.

When Miranda didn’t see Tim after an hour or so, she stood up and looked around for him in the sea of students.

“Hey! Have you seen Tim?” Miranda shouted over the music to a fraternity pledge.

“Huh?!”

She came closer and repeated herself. The guy shrugged his shoulders and walked away. Miranda grew increasingly frustrated. Not moments after bearing herself to Tim, he wanders off to never check back on her.

What gives?!
She thought. Miranda pushed through the crowd and made her way up the staircase to check the rooms. It was possible Tim was holding a meeting with other fraternity brothers. The young girl just wanted to make sure that Tim still knew she was there. After all, they only had tonight together before she had to move on.

Opening one door, she was greeted by the stench of marijuana and a cloud of smoke. Six stoners sat on a bed passing a joint among each other. Miranda rolled her eyes, slammed the door and moved to the next room.

“Babe! What’s up?!” Tim asked again. His pants were down around his ankles and a woman was in front of him. She panicked and threw the door shut.

Hot blood coursed through her veins and Miranda grew angry. Her hands shook and stomach turned. The entire party melted around her and Miranda suddenly realized it was a big mistake to even come here tonight.

“It’s that...uh...that, um...” Tim poked his head through the door. “Look, if you wanted to join in, then…”

Miranda looked up, and her face blushed from her anger. Incensed she did the first thing she could think of and grabbed the door. As Tim started to think his girlfriend was eager to join in, he stepped back slightly, only to have the door slammed back on his head.

“Fuck!” he pulled himself back into the room. Miranda stormed down the stairs away from him as he bellowed out, “Well, fuck you, bitch! Get the hell out of my house!”

Tim stepped out and looked down over the banister to the first floor. His jeans hung haphazardly around his waist and the woman who pleasured him came up behind him.

“What the fuck is your problem, you dumb bitch?!” Tim clutched his head and blood trickled down from his ear. The edge of the door clipped the side of his head hard enough that it certainly spoiled the party for Tim that night.

That evening was the last contact she had with Tim. They never called or texted each other and what seemed like a beautiful relationship was permanently severed. After Miranda had left the party, she headed back to her dorm to shower up, pack quickly, and drive home never to look back.

Startled from daydreaming, Miranda’s phone buzzed. She sighed deeply, realizing she was back to present day, babysitting for this couple she hardly knew.

Looking at her phone, Miranda saw that she got a text from her stepbrother, Marcus. Apparently, it was great news, and Marcus could hardly wait till Miranda got home so he could tell her.

She set her phone off to the side, turned on the TV and waited a couple more hours for the Mosley couple to return home.

Chapter 2

When Miranda arrived home, she quietly headed back to Marcus’s room to see what all his excitement was over. She knew to enter the house as delicately as possible. Her father and stepmother were at odds these days, and all it took was the slightest nudge to send them over the edge.

She knocked softly on Marcus’s bedroom door, and he quickly answered.

“Hey, ‘sup,” he nodded to her with a big grin. “Let’s get outta here. I gotta go meet my girl down the block.”

“Okay,” Miranda chuckled and followed Marcus to his Benz.

Though Marcus lived at their parents house, he was rarely ever home since he spent most of the time at his office. Marcus started a lucrative online business that sold affiliate offers through email lists. Rather than get a place of his own, Marcus preferred keeping his stuff stored at his parent’s house until he had to upgrade to better quarters. Under normal circumstances, a 25-year old man would be moved out of his parent’s house, but he hardly qualified as a live-in dependent of the family.

Rather cause an issue with Marcus living at home, both parents chose to ignore the problem and support their son. They were even behind him as he purchased lavish clothes, his sporty Mercedes-Benz and ate out at fancy restaurants. Marcus was living the high life and would soon enough be on his own to reap all the rewards of his work.

Marcus backed out of the drive with Miranda in the passenger seat. Without so much as saying a word, they drove a few miles away to pick up Marcus’s girlfriend, Cindy. Miranda didn’t see much in Cindy and told Marcus on numerous occasions. She felt he was capable of much better and could get a far better girl.

And, maybe Miranda was right. Marcus was a good looking black man with a solid, muscular build, thin beard along his jaw line, left eyebrow piercing and perfectly corn-rowed hair. He was always wearing the finest clothes, gold chains, and designer shoes.

The music in his car was loud enough to rumble Miranda into an orgasm. His subwoofer shook everything his car passed. Most instances, Miranda would have been okay with this, but she was growing tired and wanted to know the big news Marcus had.

She reached forward and shut off his radio. “So, what’s the big news?”

Marcus pulled his car up to the curb out front of Cindy’s house. As he parked, Marcus looked over to Miranda.

“This is pretty big, and you CAN’T tell Mom and ya Dad, ya promise?” he asked.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You know my company I started up?” She had no idea what he was talking about since he never shared what his business was.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “I guess.”

“Sold it.” Marcus popped out of his car, and then leaned down, “Stay here, I’ll be back.”

“Sure.” She wasn’t certain of how this information was pertinent to her and all she could think of was going home to sleep at this late an hour. It was already one o’clock, and Miranda was exhausted.

Marcus came back and opened his door to allow Cindy to get in his backseat.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Cindy called to Miranda.

“I’m good. How about you?”

“Fine. So, Marcus, what’s the big news?” Cindy asked Marcus as he plopped into his seat and started to drive down the road.

“I sold it, baby!” Marcus proclaimed.

“You did?! That’s awesome! Are we going out to get some drinks?”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed.

Miranda still was unsure of what the big deal was, but she just went along for the ride and the free drinks. Before she knew it, they were at some fancy nightclub and Marcus was ordering doubles of Jameson Whiskey shots for them all to down.

“Hey, we gotta throw down before last call,” Marcus proclaimed.

After that, the night spiraled into one hell of a time for the three. They shared jokes, stories, and various thoughts on politics. As the alcohol worked its way into their system, and the bartender announced last call, Marcus made a suggestion.

“Hey, let’s head to my office, it’s in walking distance and I have a few more drinks there. Come on!” Marcus laughed, threw back his last shot, then lead the ladies out the door and down a few blocks to his office space.

When they arrived at his office door, he fumbled for his keys and Cindy darted her hands to his crotch. He looked up in time to see her smiling back at him.

“Aw, now you two get a room,” Miranda laughed. She may not have cared much for Cindy before, but as the evening progressed, Miranda started to take a liking to the girl.

Cindy turned to Miranda, “Oh, I’m sorry. Was I not giving you enough attention?”

Miranda smiled and laughed as Cindy stepped in close to her. The two were in each other’s faces and giggling. Without hesitation, Miranda leaned in all the way and sucked on Cindy’s plump bottom lip. She could taste Cindy’s Chap Stick and smell the alcohol on her breath.

Cindy grasped Miranda's ass and kissed back. She jutted her tongue into Miranda’s mouth and wrestled it about, looking to feel the same affection. Cindy stepped back and cackled as she tossed her head back in delight.

Miranda looked nervously to Marcus, whose eyes expressed complete shock with a tinge of amusement.

“Wow...that was...something,” Marcus opened his office door and headed in.

Cindy grabbed Miranda by her hand and carted her along with her into the building. As Marcus turned on his office lights, Cindy began to shed her clothes.

“Whoa! What’re you doing?!” Marcus laughingly yelled.

“I want you,” Cindy stepped in toward Marcus and began taking his coat and button-down shirt off.

“Uh, um,” Marcus looked at Cindy, then Miranda. His head and his heart tore in two, and he wasn’t sure what to do. Was he supposed to ask Miranda to leave? Or, should he forsake this golden opportunity to make love to his girlfriend in his office space.

Cindy began kissing on Marcus’s neck, then down to his chest.

“Listen, cool it, she’s your stepsister, not a blood relative,” Cindy whispered to him.

Miranda was beginning to flush with embarrassment, but in some weird sense, she became aroused. She crossed her arms over her chest and bit down on her lower lip.

Marcus’s girlfriend loosened his belt and unsnapped his jeans. He was now looking directly at Miranda and then became lost in the moment. Though they were stepsiblings, he’d become attracted to her beauty just now. As his pants dropped down, his swelling cock came out and was greeted immediately by Cindy’s warm hands.

Cindy dropped to her knees and slowly tugged at his growing hard-on. She looked over her shoulder and grinned toward Miranda.

“Well, I can’t just suck his dick by myself. Are you going to make this a little less awkward and help me out?” she looked back with a pouty face. “Please.”

Marcus continued to stare directly at Miranda, even as he felt Cindy having her way with his manhood. And, just as his resolve was about to break, Miranda slowly stepped forward. Without breaking their connected gaze, Miranda grasped the root of Marcus’s cock. Both women had a hand on him, and his hard-on raged all the way up.

If there was any doubt about the size and girth of Marcus before, these ladies proved that he had the complete package. Miranda spat into her hand and rubbed his cock from root to shaft. Cindy dipped her head down and sucked on his balls.

With her free hand, Miranda loosened her pants and wiggled them down to her feet. Miranda wasn’t wearing any underwear and Marcus glanced down to see that she had a clean shaven pussy. He slid his hand down her back and grabbed a handful of Miranda’s ass.

Marcus leaned forward and kissed Miranda on her neck. Just as Miranda was enjoying the sensation of his lips on her, she felt a surge of pleasure starting from her pussy on up. She looked down to see that Cindy had latched her mouth onto her clitoris.

Miranda was immediately shocked by Cindy slurping on her pussy. Rather than pushing away and causing an awkward scene, she just allowed Cindy to continue. Besides, she never felt any man pleasure her like Cindy was doing. Miranda’s mind was racing, and her senses were pulsing. She was concentrating on a how to get out of this situation, but the only thing she could think of was bending down to suck on Marcus’s stiff-member.

As Miranda bent over to suck on Marcus’s cock, Cindy was not dissuaded by this change in position. Cindy removed her bra and panties, then positioned herself on her back. She grabbed Miranda’s hips and pulled her pussy down to meet her face.

Miranda's knees buckled, and her entire undercarriage came to greet Cindy’s face. Dripping wet with excitement, Miranda gyrated on Cindy’s tongue.

Marcus stepped out of his pants and knelt behind Miranda. He slowly jerked on his cock as he watched Cindy ate out his stepsister Miranda. And, just when he thought he’d saw it all, Cindy reached up to guide Miranda’s head downward.

Both women had their faces buried in each other, but Miranda was hesitant to participate. Instead, she rubbed Cindy’s clit with her hand. Clear juices were trickling out from Cindy; she was noticeably enjoying this experience.

“Eat it,” Cindy pulled her mouth long enough to yell out. “Come on, tongue fuck me!”

Miranda wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol working its way into her system, but she acquiesced. Sticking her tongue as far out as it would go, she plunged face first into Cindy’s snatch and rapidly bobbed her head. The warmth of Cindy’s pussy was incredible, and her juices tasted sweet.

Both women were pleasuring each other and rhythmically humped each other. When Miranda started to feel lost in the moment, she felt a painful explosion. It was Marcus. He had, without warning, pressed his enormous hard-on into her.

Without her becoming accustomed to his size, Marcus immediately started slamming her. His balls smacked Cindy in the face with each thrust. Rather than become discouraged, she lifted her chin up to lick his balls with each pass.

Miranda tightly clutched Cindy’s ass cheeks and pulled her pussy closer to her face. She continued to pleasure Cindy and could hear her enjoying every last lapping of her clit.

Marcus pulled out, and then placed his cock, wet with pussy juices, into Cindy’s mouth. The size of his hard-on was too much for Cindy to handle, and she gagged. Cindy turned her head to the side and removed his cock from her mouth. He started to feel like he may have pushed it too far, so he paused to check her.

Miranda rolled off Cindy to find out what was the matter. Before she could register what happened, Marcus snatched Cindy up. Still holding her, he laid flat on his back, and then put his cock in her. Cindy faced away and began riding him. Miranda positioned her pussy on her stepbrother’s mouth. He began lapping up Miranda’s juices.

They continued this position for awhile. Marcus started to feel his balls tingle, and he knew he was going to come. He pushed Cindy off him and directed Miranda. “I’m gonna cum, suck me off!”

Miranda and Cindy placed themselves at his pelvis, and he jerked off to an exploding orgasm. His load shot out like an out of control fire hose. Marcus’s jism sprayed both women on the face, and they licked up the rest that landed on his stomach and legs.

Both women leaned into each other and sucked each other’s lips. They positioned themselves back into the 69 position and picked up where they left off. This time, they didn’t pause nor get interrupted from what they wanted. First Cindy came, and her legs shivered with each surge of the orgasm.

As she ran out of steam, Cindy finger fucked Miranda while sucking on her clitoris.

“Oh, don’t stop!” Miranda exclaimed.

Miranda’s entire body shook and rattled about, and then it finally happened. She came, and her orgasm sent shockwaves throughout her entire body. Cindy guided Miranda’s body off her to the floor. The two women gasped for breath.

Meanwhile, Marcus was already to his feet and getting dressed.

“We gotta get outta here,” he spoke.

“Wait a minute,” Cindy answered.

“No, we gotta roll outta here...now.”

Cindy quickly sat up. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Don’t worry about it, we gotta go!” Marcus insisted with a louder tone this time.

In a disgruntled manner, Cindy stood up, snatched her clothes up and quickly dressed. Miranda started to gain her senses and did the same.

Where the evening had taken a turn for the best in a sexual experience that none of them had felt before, it was now that awkwardness all of them secretly feared. The three briskly walked back to Marcus’s car, and he raced to return Miranda home.

The car was unnervingly quiet. No one made any eye contact and not a word was spoken. Miranda’s mind started to drift off when Marcus startled her awake.

“Hey, you’re home,” Marcus called to her in the backseat.

She quickly departed the car and looked back to thank him.

Marcus had already shut the door and was pulling out of the driveway. How strange and disheartened Miranda felt at that moment. What had just happened? Was this just a dream or was this real? This felt just like her last day of college all over again. Miranda felt shame and guilt grip her heart. The experience felt wrong, out of place and torrid. Yet, she loved every last bit of the sexuality. Would this happen again? Would Marcus be just like frat-boy Tim? Or, could they continue on living with this intense sexual experience?