Stepbrother Returns (Steamy Billionaire Stepbrother Taboo Romance) (3 page)

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!”

He laughed at my blunt honesty and pulled out a couple of hundreds. “Here you go, darling. We’ll start you off with that. Oh! Wait. No, you’ll need that money in small bills, won’t you?” He changed out the hundreds for several twenties.

“Why would I need small bills, daddy? You’re not afraid I’ll spend it all at once, are you?” I gave him a sassy smile and took another sip of my champagne. It tasted good.

“No, but I’m betting that you’re up for making more of that, aren’t you?”

I was very interested in making more of that, and I told him so, with a slight hiccup.

“I’m betting that you wouldn’t want to play footsie with me under the table.”

I didn’t think this was a serious bet. “Okay, come on. Tell me what it really is that you want to bet me to do.”

Daddy was serious, though. “Like I said, play footsie with me under the table.” He took away my glass of champagne and replaced it with water.

I found one of his feet and rubbed it with mine. He played footsie with me for several minutes, while he drank his champagne and our appetizers arrived. He put fifty dollars on the table.

I leaned forward and picked it up, noticing that his eyes stared down my cleavage as I did so. “What’s next?”

“I’m betting that you won’t let me kiss your hand again.”

I laughed. “Oh, come on! You can make a better bet than that!” I was starting to feel the effects of the little bit of champagne I had. He had cut me off from it pretty soon, but I had no idea that the little amount that I drank could have this much of a difference.

Daddy smiled and thought for a minute. “I’m betting you won’t let me kiss you.”

I stood up and went over to him. He was staring down my cleavage again. I bent down and kissed him full on the mouth. As I started to pull away, he quickly held my head down and kissed me back, long and hard.

I stood up, panting a little. His blue eyes looked up into mine and I felt my pussy getting tight again, not to mention a little wet. I bent down and gave him another kiss, this time long and sensuous. His hand stroked the side of my body, and I felt tingling up and down.

Panting a little, I returned to my seat. The stack of money on the table had grown, but I no longer cared. I stuffed it quickly into my purse and leaned back across the table. His eyes were taking me in, and he was very quiet.

“Daddy, is there something you want to tell me?” As I asked him this, I could feel my pussy clenching and unclenching, wanting him to take me in his lap and so that I could feel if he was as turned on as I was. For some reason, I wanted him so badly right then.

“Angie, I really don’t want to ask you to do something that you don’t want to…” His voice trailed off as my foot found his again. I slid my foot out of my shoe and ran it up his leg. He swallowed and tried to act interested in his meal, but he pushed his hips forward to give me better access.

I rubbed my foot along his inner thigh several times before probing deeper. I could feel a huge bulge in his crotch and I pushed against it firmly with my toes. Daddy bit his lip and reached under the table, jamming my foot even harder against his swollen pants.

I gasped and eased myself back a little in the chair, so as to have good leverage. Then I rubbed and rubbed him, all the while feeling my own pussy get wetter and wetter.

The waiter returned to get our order, but daddy told him to come back later. “Angie, I’m going to go to the restroom. In five minutes, follow me. Into the men’s restroom.”

I couldn’t believe it. What if someone saw us in there? What if someone called the police and we were arrested? He stood up and left. I waited impatiently and then got up, feeling numb and dizzy and scared to death, following his path through the dining room. I knocked tentatively on the men’s bathroom door, and it opened slightly from within. I walked in and there stood daddy in a warm, brown room with two urinals and a bathroom stall. He took my hand and led me over to the stall.

At least it was clean. At least…. “Daddy!” His arms circled around me and he pushed me up against the closed stall door. My little shriek was not loud enough to bring anyone in, but it sounded loud when bouncing off the walls. His tall, thick form was pressed against me, and I could feel his erect penis through his pants. He rubbed his bulge against me, back and forth, making sure that I felt how much he lusted after me.

I looked into his eyes, and knew that there would be no point in pushing back. He was going to have me, and he was going to have me right here.

“What do you want me to do, daddy?”

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Angie is out on another date with her hot step daddy, but this time he's taking her to a garden party to meet some work friends.  As much as Angie would like a repeat performance of the other night, she knows that they can't dare do anything at such a crowded event.

Can they?

Sneaking out along the dark garden path, the two illicit lovers find a secluded spot to continue the hotness they began the other night, but when a colleague of her father's happens upon them, it seems like their naughty fun has to come to an end...

Until her daddy invites the other to join in, and all of a sudden Angie discovers once again that three is definitely not a crowd.  Especially not when it involves a hard, fast, and protectionless fuck!