The Billionaire's Step Desire (Bareback Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) (4 page)

“You’re welcome,” he said, then left me to sort out my belongings.

I was overjoyed at the prospect of living with my brother, and even happier that he seemed just as pleased as I was. I couldn’t wait to get close to him again. I was so relieved that so far, it seemed like we were picking back up right where we’d left off.

As I stowed my luggage, I remembered that Jacob and I had always had movie night in our pajamas. In the spirit of reliving old times, I opened up my suitcase and pulled out my short, kimono-style robe. It was black and partially sheer along the hem and the sleeves, but there was lining over the torso, so it wasn’t like it was inappropriate, or anything. It was also my favorite loungewear, and while it might have been a little risqué, Jacob and I were both adults. I had nothing he hadn’t seen before.

The thought of my brother seeing something intimate of mine did bring redness to my cheeks, though. We were close, obviously, but he’d only ever really known me as a child, a teenager, his baby sister. What would he think if he had to see me as a woman?

I debated over my clothing choice for a while. I probably could’ve thrown on an old t-shirt and some sweats, but the kimono robe was what I really wanted to wear.

Fuck it. If this was going to be my house, too, then I needed to act like it. I stripped down to my panties and put on the robe, sighing as the soft fabric brushed my skin. I cinched the waistband tightly, noting how the robe exposed my legs, yet left most of my chest covered. It was still modest, in a way. At least, that was what I told myself.

I took a moment to steal into the bathroom attached to my room and examined my appearance in the mirror. I had definitely grown up since Jacob last saw me, and filled out, too. My hair was longer, and a beautiful shade of red that had darkened with age. My eyes were brighter and bluer than he probably remembered, and my eyeliner only made them appear all the more obvious. I was a full C-cup now, with a tiny waist and womanly hips and legs that went on forever. Despite all the issues I’d had growing up, self-esteem wasn’t one of them. I knew I was beautiful.

But would Jacob think that? And why did I care? He was my brother—well, my stepbrother, but it was all the same.

Wasn’t it?

I frowned at my reflection and brought my robe a little tighter around my body before heading out into the living room. Jacob was already sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on an enormous home theatre system in search of the worst movie he could find. He wasn’t in his pajamas, which made me feel a little uneasy about what I’d chosen to wear. I decided to break the ice about it before he could say something.

“I guess you forgot about the pajama aspect, huh?” I said, grinning nervously as I sat down beside him.

Jacob stared at him, clearly trying to not let his gaze drop as I got comfortable on the cushion. For some reason, I liked that he had to restrain himself. “I… guess I did, yeah,” he said with a laugh that seemed a little too shrill. “Those aren’t exactly the pajamas I remember you wearing as a kid, though.”

“I’d hope not!” I said, glancing at the bottle of wine and two glasses he’d set out for us on the coffee table. He’d already filled them both, and as I picked up mine, I inhaled the bouquet of sweet and savory ingredients. “You have
way
better taste than our parents.”

“Somebody had to,” Jacob said, though even as I tipped back my glass, I could feel his eyes on me, sweeping over my every curve and settling on the parts of me that were inappropriate for a brother to be staring at. My nipples hardened as I felt his hot gaze on my breasts, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew it was wrong, but it was so thrilling to have his attention like this.

I turned to him and he abruptly dropped his gaze, picking the remote up to finally settle on some lame horror flick. I grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa and spread it across us, smiling as I curled up against his arm and sipped at my wine.

Jacob began drinking too, and though things were quiet and a little awkward at first, he finally began making the kind of quips that always made me laugh. He was even wittier now than he’d been back at our parents’ house, and I felt like I couldn’t keep up with his riffing. He made me giggle until I nearly flushed wine through my nose. I was in stitches, and by the time things quieted between us again, my robe had fallen off my shoulders, revealing most of my chest.

Jacob smiled at me. “Why don’t you sit here and I’ll rub your shoulders for you?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “In your lap?”

“Well… sorta,” he said, scooting back on the couch. “Here, between my legs. You’ve been stressed, I’ll bet, and what with moving today, I’m sure you could use a good massage.”

He was right. I could definitely have used some TLC. Illuminated only by the flickering glow of the wall sized screen, I crawled over to my stepbrother, tipsy enough to come off as clumsy, and sat down between his legs, leaning my back against his chest. I felt his hands lower to my shoulders, pushing the remainder of my robe away from them as he began to knead the tight cords of muscle extending from my neck.

“Oh, God,” I murmured, letting my eyes flutter closed. “Jacob… that feels so good…”

“I’m glad,” he said, his mouth near to my ear. “I put myself through a massage therapy school…”

“The billionaire massage therapist?” I said, laughing.

“Having all the money in the world doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t spend it to improve yourself. Besides, a man needs to be good with his hands…” I smiled at the warmth of his breath and cooed as he continued. “Just relax, Amber. I’ll take care of you now.”

I did as I was told, practically melting into a puddle as Jacob worked my tired muscles. I had never realized how much tension I carried in my shoulders, and every move of his fingers reminded me just how much I had endured at the hands of our parents. But I was beyond that now, safe here with Jacob in his amazing penthouse, lying in my stepbrother’s arms while we binged on bad movies and made up for lost time.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by how perfect it all was. I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek, his stubble coarse on my soft lips.

“Thank you,” I said again, “for looking after me.”

I opened my eyes just in time to catch where my big brother was looking. My robe had fallen open during his massage, completely revealing my naked breasts, and Jacob was staring right at them.

My pink nipples were hard in the cold air, and even more so because of the way Jacob was still touching me, caressing me. He riddled my skin with goosebumps, and though I blushed when I realized what he was doing, I didn’t stop him.

I didn’t want to. I liked the way my stepbrother was looking at me, and I didn’t want him to stop.

Before either of us knew what we were doing, Jacob was kissing me, capturing my lips between his and moaning into my mouth. He sounded relieved, like he’d waited a lifetime to kiss me like this and steal the breath from my lungs. I gasped, but didn’t pull away. Something about it just felt so… right.

As he wound his fingers through my hair, I moaned for him, turning to press against his chest. “Big brother…”

Then I stopped, my cheeks turning even redder as I realized what I’d said. “Um…”

I was worried he would stop, too. But Jacob only cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes as he traced my lower lip with his thumb.

“Say it again,” he whispered. “Call me your big brother.”

I felt a flood of desire between my legs and squirmed, whimpering as my robe fell down around my waist. Was he really turned on by me calling him that?

The truth was that I was, too. It was dirty and wrong, and something our parents never would have abided. That just made me want to do it all the more. For once, I wanted to be the bad girl they made me out to be.

“Kiss me, big brother,” I whispered, and Jacob obliged, kissing me again as he pulled me up into his lap.

I straddled his hips, wrapped my arms around his neck, and slipped my tongue between his lips, gliding it along his own. I shivered at the realization that I was tasting my stepbrother, but it was so good that I couldn’t stop. I could feel his body pressing hard against mine, could feel the heat between his legs grow to match my own, and as I grinded against him, I heard him moan my name.

“Amber…”

I sank to my knees, opened up his pants, and dragged them down around his thighs until my stepbrother’s cock sprung out. It was hard and thick, bigger than anything I’d seen on a man before. He wasn’t a boy anymore… My stepbrother was a man.

I didn’t even give myself time to stop and think about what I was doing. I looked up into Jacob’s eyes and leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his thighs as I took his dick into my mouth.

He moaned again, and the sound filled me with lust, spurring me on to take more and more of his length between my lips. I laved my tongue along his tip, swirling and twirling, coaxing warm beads of precum to leak out. I closed my eyes. He tasted absolutely sinful.

I understood now why Jacob looked at me the way he did, why he seemed so sad when he said he wished we’d have met some other way. He wanted me, not as a sister, but as a lover. But why couldn’t I be both?

Jacob gripped my hair, pulling it away from my face as he began to thrust into my mouth, his gaze fixated on his long shaft slipping in and out of my full, wet lips. I relished each motion of his hips, lapping at him hungrily, trying to draw him deeper and deeper down my throat.

Soon I felt him throbbing, his shaft swelling inside my mouth, and with a soft grunt he pulled away, only a thin thread of my saliva connecting us.

“Come here,” he said, and I obeyed, returning to my big brother’s lap where I pushed aside my panties to sit down hard and fast on his aching cock.

I threw my head back in bliss as he penetrated me, gasping and raking my nails along his biceps. He cradled me against him, pushing his girth past my tight hole and into the depths of my needy cunt. I knew he was in for a surprise. I’d had a boyfriend back at home, and we’d fooled around, but I’d never let anyone do this… I kept telling myself I was saving my virginity for the right man. I never thought it would be my stepbrother…

“Amber… Oh God…” he whispered as his cock pressed up against my hymen. There was no denying it now. He knew I was giving him my innocence, and it brought a fire out in his eyes unlike anything I had ever seen.

“Take me, big brother. Claim me…”

He pulled my downward, his huge cock tearing through the thin barrier and stretching me beyond anything I could have imagined. When I finally made contact with his balls, he grabbed my hips tighter still, urging me to move, to take him again and again into my tight channel.

“Be as loud as you want to, baby sister,” he told me, watching my tits bounce. “Mom and Dad can’t hear us now.”

I moaned for him, realizing he was right—there was no reason to hold back my pleasure. I began to bounce, working myself up and down his meaty cock, letting it stretch me wide as I fucked my stepbrother for the first, but not the last time. Hints of pain mingled with incredible pleasure. I knew now that I could never give this up, that we were meant to be together in more ways than one. We just fit so perfectly, my tightness around his thick shaft. I’d never known ecstasy or happiness like I did with him.

Some of my fondest memories were of my stepbrother, of his smile, his tenderness, his charm. And now he was below me, panting and squirming, caressing my tight, firm body as I used it to bring him the same warmth and comfort he’d always brought me.

“Fuck, big brother,” I squealed, reaching down to rub the swollen bud between my thighs. “I can’t take it anymore. I’ve gotta cum…”

Jacob growled, holding me steady as he fucked me from below, pistoning in and out of my cunt as I rubbed and stroked it. He got so much deeper inside of me than I could have imagined, and in only a few moments, I was cumming around him, bursting with the rapture he had brought me.

I wailed his name, my walls clenching hard and rhythmically around his cock, milking him for that sweet cum I’d had only a taste of on my knees before. Jacob grunted in reply, bucking his hips with reckless abandon, his strangled sounds becoming even more strained as his dick filled with the seed I knew would soon come pouring into me. In an instant, I realized that I hadn’t given him a chance to wear a condom. He was going to cum inside me, and the thought of it drove me absolutely wild.