Stepbrother Returns (Steamy Billionaire Stepbrother Taboo Romance)

Copyright © 2015 Lana Bangs

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction, which means any names, characters, places, dialogue, or anything else are products of the author's imagination.  Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

Note:
The previous edition of this book was called Billion Dollar Steps.

My tennis instructor waved me off the clay, and I knew that my lesson was finally over. Thank God! My back hand was a wreck, and I had been giving sloppy serves all day. Even though he and I were both really tired, I still took my time picking up my tennis gear before heading off to the showers at the club because I knew he liked watching me bend over, and I was nothing if not the occasional flirt.

I quickly showered, trying to avoid Christie the towel girl, who everyone said was a lesbo. Ick! I may not have ever had sex before, but I knew I was definitely into guys!

I texted my driver from the locker room and, by the time I had dried off and changed, he was ready and waiting for me at the country club entrance. I ran out and hopped into the back. I keep begging my step dad to buy me a new car of my own, but he’s so protective of me, and he makes our butler/driver, Jim (or Jimmy, as I like to call him) drive me around everywhere. It’s so annoying! I’m eighteen, for crying out loud! Stop treating me like a little kid!

When we got home, I jumped out and ran through the front door, hoping that the sprint up the front stairs wouldn’t be too much in my tired condition, but something caught my eye in the entrance. A deep red set of luggage sat at the foot of the stairs.

A deep red, UNMISTAKABLE set of luggage.

I couldn’t help myself. “Miranda!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Miranda, a beautiful deep Hispanic woman, was the head maid and over all of the housekeeping staff in the house. She instantly appeared around the corner, and I knew that she was probably waiting for me to come home, knowing that I would be close to tears when I saw the luggage.

“Yes, Miss Madeline?”

“Is he here?”

“Yes, Miss Madeline.”

I whirled around. No. It couldn’t have happened without me knowing about it. Jack was here?

When my mom married my step dad, our family also increased with the addition of my step brother, Jack. When we were kids he would torment me relentlessly, breaking all of my dolls, ripping my wall paper, shattering my glass dresser ornaments, and sticking my hairbrush in taffy and then putting it pack in my purse.

Granted, the last couple of summers he had come to visit he was all grown up, already an adult, and very good looking. His hair has lightened with the sun, and his skin had darkened into a nice, athletic tan. He loved to go sailing and he was always out on one coast or the other, practicing and racing with his buddies.

Normally, throughout our teen years, I had avoided him in order to bear his visits with as little pain as possible. But for the last couple of summers, he had only stayed one week each year, and he was so much taller and better looking than he ever had been before.

Still, I had bad memories of him and even now avoided his presence whenever possible. The fact that he was now nice and courteous did not make any difference to me. I remembered how bad he was before and he never even apologized!

I looked around the entry way, hoping to see him before he saw me. He wasn’t anywhere around. Miranda pointed toward the library down the hall. Even though I had just screamed her name a few minutes before, I was hoping to get out of there undetected now. I smiled and nodded at the maid and she returned it as I melted into another hallway. I quickly ran up the front staircase as lightly and as quickly as I could. When I got to the top, I carefully looked behind me, but no one was there. I disappeared around the corner, walking carefully on the plush upstairs carpet, pulling off my shoes as I made my way to my room.

I turned down another corridor, one with hard wood floors, and tiptoed over to my door and slipped inside my room.

“Long time no see, Maddy.”

I practically jumped out of my skin as I whirled around.  There was Jack, on my bed, stretched out against the headboard with his hands behind his head studying me quietly. Even if I didn't recognize is face or his voice, he was the only one that ever called me Maddy, although only when we were alone.

He looked better than I remembered. His sun streaked hair was a little longer now, his skin had a deep tan, but most impressive were how his casual jeans and long sleeved t-shirt did nothing to hide his bulging muscles. My eyes drank him in, and I didn’t even try not to stare. He even had some new tattoos running up and down his arms.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

He casually sat up and stretched his arms behind him. As if his muscles needed any better conditioning.

“I’m here to see you, silly.”

This was, of course, obvious and I had a difficult time coming up with a reason why he shouldn’t be here. Even the subject of privacy seemed like a flimsy argument in the light of his simple reply.

“Well, this… this… this is my room.” I tried to sound firm, but failed miserably.

Jack looked around at the furnishings and various things in the room as if he hadn’t bothered to consider them before. “Yes, it does appear to be your room. That’s probably why I waited for you in here.”

I stifled a laugh, but it escaped, anyway.

“Come on, Jack. What do you want? I’m tired. I just got done with a tennis lesson, and I’m exhausted. Why don’t you go away? I just want to lay down.”

Jack stood and surveyed the bed from end to end. “Well, you should probably have your bed free, then, if you’re going to lay down.”

I knew he was mocking me. “Oh, come on, Jack. What have I ever done to you? Why do you have to be such a jerk?” I smiled and grabbed a cushion to swat him with, and he quickly blocked it and smiled back.

“Hmmm….What have you done? Well, you kept running around in those tiny little tank tops and those short little miniskirts when you were a teenager.”

I stopped and stared. What did he mean by that?

“What are you talking about? That’s what all teenage girls wear! What’s your problem?”

He smiled and deflected another swipe from my cushion. “My problem was that tight little ass of yours running around, swinging that little skirt after it, and making me all hard. It’s not a nice thing to do to a guy. You know you were irresistible.”

I stood still in surprise. ME?!?! I was irresistible??!?! To HIM!?!?!!

I was back to stuttering. “I was… I was… I was irresistible?” I paused. “To you?”

He finally stopped blocking the sham pillow and looked me directly in the eyes.

“Yes. You were.”

All of the fight had gone out of me. I had no idea. I had hated him for so long that I had forgotten that he was fun when he played cards with me or that we used to play hide and seek in the east woodlands when we were small children. This was a full grown man who stood in front of me and I was suddenly very aware of his rippling muscles and his strong chest and arms.

“Oh.”

I slowly put the pillow sham down and stepped toward him.

He crossed the space between us in two giant steps, and then his arms were around me and he was kissing me and I could feel his strong young face against mine.

“I’m sorry, Maddy. I’m so sorry for being such a dick when I was a kid.”

I didn’t care. I could barely hear him.

His arms were strong and tight around me, his hard young body was jammed against mine, and my breasts were up against his firm chest. He felt every bit as good as he looked.

Finally, he let go of me enough to look down into my face. His dark blue eyes searched my face, trying to read all of the things I didn’t want him to know.

“Is it okay that I kissed you?”

I almost cried, I wanted him so much. I wanted to feel his hot, naked body next to mine. I wanted him to take my virginity right then and there.

“Yes, of course it is. I… I wondered what it would be like to kiss you. And now… and now…”

“Now you know.” He smiled down at me, and I felt my knees go weak.

“Jack, is it wrong that I… that I want to do more?”

He let go of me enough to get a good long look at my body. “Maddy, I’ve wanted to nail you for years. But, if we’re going to do this, I don’t want you to have any regrets. I am your step brother, after all.”

I laughed. “Yeah, and I’m a virgin, too! Not to mention we’d be doing it in one of our homes… with the servants around… and…”

But his face had gone pale. His whole body stiffened, and I knew that something was wrong.

“Jack, what’s the matter?”

He licked his lips several times before he was able to answer. “You’re a VIRGIN?!”

I wasn’t sure how to take that. Did he think it was a bad thing? Was he going to run out of there?

“Um, yes. Is that okay?”

His face remained tight and his eyes seemed to be considering another world, a world that only he could see. He adjusted the crotch of his jeans.

“Well, have you ever done anything?”

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I was really worried now. I wanted to lie, but I couldn’t. “No, I… I’ve never done anything. Not oral. Not anything.”

He stared back into my eyes again, and there seemed to be a sort of zealous glare in them. Frankly, I was a little scared at this point.

“Maddy, I’ve always wanted to do… to have sex with… to make love to… a virgin. So…” He gulped, and I could tell that he was really struggling with the thought of something. “So tight. So nice and tight and… and wet.” He adjusted his jeans again.

I finally understood.

“Oh, Jack! I wanted to do you just now just by looking at you! I definitely want you to be the one who takes my virginity.”

He gulped, and I could barely make out that he was gasping for air just a little bit.

“Well, um… Well, we should probably find a good location to do it in. Like you said, the servants will always be around, and we don’t want this to get out.” I could practically hear the sweat coming out of him, he seemed so agitated.

“Well, let me see. I don’t think anyone goes up to the attic hardly ever. Of course, it’s so cold up there, it would be the same as doing it in the barn or something. Of course, there is always the barn. Not that we’d want to do it out there where it’s cold and wet. And then there’s…”

Jack’s eyes had shifted around and he was now looking behind himself a little bit. I followed his gaze and it landed on the bathroom door. My own private, personal bathroom attached to my room.

I could barely feel my fingers reach behind me and close my bedroom door. My hands were numb when I locked it from the inside. My chest was heaving, and Jack’s eyes stayed fixed on my breasts as I moved slowly toward him, past him, and began walking numbly to the bathroom. My heart was racing. I had never even thought of doing anything this crazy before. I couldn’t think straight and stumbled a few times just crossing my room.

Jack seemed to be in the same state that I was in. He fumbled with the door behind him and when he kept not getting it to latch, he finally just gave up and left it. I backed up against the opposite wall of the bathroom and began undressing.

Jack turned on the faucet of the bathtub before pulling his own t-shirt over his head. He was every bit as wonderful as I thought he’d be. His abs, chest and shoulder were dark tan, his sculpted muscles moved underneath his skin and his golden hair was perfect. The tattoos along his upper body almost seemed alive each time he flexed or moved. I stared.

He moved toward me and I pulled off my bra and stood before him topless. He kissed me passionately and my breasts loved his rock hard chest. He led me over to the bathtub and turned on the shower. I got in and shimmied out of my skirt and panties as they were soaked by the cascading water. I picked them up, but Jack took them from me and threw them against the opposite wall where the wet clothes splatted and then fell to the floor.