President Stepbrother...With Benefits: A Bad Boy Alpha Male Stepbrother Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  I let my face fall on the sheets, my teeth gritted as I let the tide of pleasure recede slowly. He pulls out of me, my pussy so sensitive a shiver goes up my spine when his glans rubs against my labia on the way out.

  I lay there, utter and completely spent. Still, I know it’s not over. Oh, no, if I know anything about Austin Bain is that it’s not over until he says so.

  I roll to my back, forcing my eyes open, and look at him with a lazy smile. He’s still kneeling, holding his huge cock on his hand, a look of pure hunger on his eyes. He grabs my hand and sits me up; he sits in front of me and pulls me to his lap, our mouths finding each other in a heartbeat. I let myself get lost in his kiss, feeling his cock so dangerously close to my pulsing pussy.

  Even before he makes a movement, I let my hands go to his cock and I raise myself up, pointing him at me. Slowly, I ease down onto him, pulling out from his kiss and moaning as I feel his cock feeding into me once again. I let myself fall on it, his length piercing me at once and forcing me to scream.

  I’m crazy, I’m insane. I went to the edge and I jumped. His cock is a blessing.

  I start bucking my hips as fast as I can against him, and he guides my movements with his hands on my ass. Sitting on top of him, there’s no escaping the length of his cock - all I can do is enjoy it for all I can, surrender to his gloriousness and let it consume me absolutely. Which, of course, is all that I want to do.

  I take my hands to his chest and, wanting to have some control over him, I push him down onto the mattress. He lets himself go willingly, his hands never leaving my ass. Swaying my hips, I ride him with abandonment, accompanying the upwards thrusts of his body.

  I lean into him and sway my chest over his face, enjoying the look on his face as my breasts jiggle right over him. He takes one hand out of my ass and, grabbing at one of my breasts, lifts his head and wraps his lips around my hard nipple, sucking on it with such violent passion that I can’t help but close my eyes and sigh harshly, the air leaving my body at once.

  More, I want more.

  Still with his cock in me, I lift myself up on the mattress slightly, raising my knees and supporting myself with only my feet. I’m squatting over him, his cock pointing straight up and ready to be buried deep inside of me.

  Using the last of my strength that I still have in my muscles, I start lowering myself on his cock and then going back up. I scream each time I go down, his cock so deep inside of me that I can’t help but force myself further down, wanting to have every single inch of him burning inside of me. I don’t know even know how I’m doing this, how it’s physically possible for me to have him in me.

  I go at him faster and faster, his fingers curling around both my breasts viciously. I look down at him, enjoying the look of pure joy and lust on the hard lines of his face, and I redouble my efforts. Forget about running or going to the gym - you’ve never pushed your body to the point of exhaustion if you haven’t experienced Austin’s cock. And that’s the truth.

  I feel his cock pulsing harshly inside of me, all of his body tensing up, and I make one last effort to not slow down. He’s gritting his teeth and, in an instant, his muscles become even more taut as his cock starts spasming violently inside of me, shooting his cum against my insides. My skin prickle as his warm cum fills me up and starts dripping down to my thighs and then falling in thick droplets on the sheets - but I don’t stop. I keep on going up and down on him until I can’t take it anymore, my whole body as tense as a nocked arrow.

  I erupt in pleasure, ripples of it washing over me with such intensity that I simply collapse on top of Austin, my legs flailing as if they’re not mine to control. I bury my fingers on his chest as I endure the destroying force of my orgasm, surrendering to the perfection of it.

  He holds me tightly with his arms, and, my body still reels from all of it, I feel him kissing my forehead gently.

  “I’ve been dying to do this,” he whispers at me.

  Oh, God. I can’t help but see myself in his words. I’ll confess: I’ve been dying for it too.

  News Flash - Early March

  Good evening and welcome to the Nightly News Desk. I'm your host, Tristan Carnahan.

  We begin today a video has also surfaced that reportedly shows the President engaging in a decidedly one-sided fistfight with a noted DC lobbyist. The video has since gone viral. Asked what they thought of the video, 87% of respondents agreed that the President punching lobbyists was a good idea and approved of his performance.

  Afterwards, President Bain, who took the day to tour the city with his family - namely his stepsister by marriage. The two began their trek visiting shops before ending it at the National Gallery.

  While President Bain took the day off, a joint bipartisan group of Senators held a press conference on the steps of the Capitol today, where they denounced the young President, as serving in an unconstitutional basis.

  Cut to scene of a Republican Senate leader and her Democratic counterpart, an older, gray haired man.

  "While I may not agree with all the things my colleagues across the aisle do," she begins.

  "I haven't agreed with that woman for over forty years in the Senate," the Democratic Senator chimes in.

  "We both agree that having someone younger than what our Founding Fathers wrote in the Constitution is a serious breach of protocol," she finishes.

  "Mr. Bain displays a tremendous lack of proper judgment," the Democratic Senator confirms. "He should at least be married to hold office."

  "And quite frankly, Presidents shouldn't use The White House as a bachelor pad or a place to pick up young ladies. That's not what the Founding Fathers had in mind when they built the White House," the Republican Senator adds.

  A reporter informs both Senators that the Founding Fathers didn't build the current White House.

  "This isn't a question of who built the White House," the Republican Senator replies. "But the scandal that could generate if we start elevating people into the highest office of the land based simply on how they look."

  "I'll certainly lose," the Democratic Senator notes.

  Cut back to Tristan Carnahan.

  The President's office refused to comment on the story, noting simply that the President had an established work out routine he's been following for years, and that both Senators were welcome to join him at the White House gym at any time.

  The President's office also announced a massive campaign-style push through the country, where they will take their message to the people prior to the referendum, in the hopes that HR-222 is ratified, allowing the President to continue serving his term for the next three years.

  Both liberal and conservative groups have found themselves in an awkward alliance as they seek to prevent the President, who is a registered Independent, from occupying the White House.

  Cut to the Senator from Maine, who is giving an interview.

  "I mean, he's never had to raise a single dollar in campaign contributions, kiss a single baby, build a wall, or delete any emails in his entire career," the Senator says. "It's just not fair to allow someone like that access to the highest office in the land."

  Stay tuned for more continuing coverage of President Bain after these messages....

  10

  Ashley

  Me and Austin had sex. Let me repeat that one for you: me and Austin had sex, and it was amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean it was one of the best moments of my life. No, scratch that, it was the absolute best moment of my entire life.

  Was it hard to accept that I wanted him? Yes, it was. But after that happened… God, I don’t know why I’ve waited so damn long.

  After that, I was actually afraid he’d just treat me as a random lay… But he did nothing of the sort. He was caring and gentle, a side of him I never thought I’d get to see. But there it was, the real Austin. Underneath all of his bad boy exterior of his, there’s a softness. Even if I’m the only one that gets to see it.

  I still haven’t had time to process al
l of it. It’s hard to have time for anything when you’re part of the President’s entourage. Right now we’re already in New Hampshire; we took Air Force One and flew straight here for Austin to deliver a speech about HR-222.

  Standing here on the podium, just a few feet away from him, I can’t help but marvel at the force of nature that he is. There are thousands of people down there, and he is so damn cool about it. I’m not kidding, he’s not breaking a sweat. I won’t even have to deliver a speech today, and I’m an absolute wreck just standing here. I tell you, it takes someone really special to face a crowd. Austin is more than special - he’s an absolute killer. He was born for this, there’s no doubt about it.

  And forget about the most charismatic politicians you have ever heard of. They got nothing on Austin. My stepbrother not only knows when and how to speak, he looks handsome while doing so. Standing tall with his dress pants and a white crisp shirt that fits perfectly on his toned body, he looks as if he is meant for the stage. I can imagine God cooking up his DNA with the intention of making him the absolute role model for perfection.

  “People of New Hampshire,” he starts, leaning slightly into the microphone. “It’s good to be back here. You all know why I’m here, so I’ll cut to the chase: the future of America hinges on one simple thing. The passing of HR-222. If this motion gets passed, I’ll get to remain as President. If it doesn’t, I’ll be barred from holding office.”

  Someone people start booing when he says it, but he waves them down with one casual gesture.

  “I know, I know. Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? Why shouldn’t I be President? My detractors will argue that I’m not mature enough, that I don’t have the necessary experience to lead this great country. Let me tell you, friends, I’ve fought in Afghanistan. I came back home and I lived the American Dream with intensity, making my fortune. And then I served this glorious country as Speaker of the House. I’m 27, yes. But I can guarantee you, I have more experience than all of my opponents combined.” The crowd starts clapping, but Austin doesn’t stop there. “I’m more capable too. And I’m more ambitious. I’ll outwork everyone and I’ll make sure this great country of ours keeps its path towards greatness!”

  Wow. He just made being a cocky asshole an admirable campaign trait. President Bad Boy.

  The crowd goes completely insane, clapping and screaming. I can spot a woman down there flashing her tits, Austin’s name scribbled with a black marker over them, before security whisks her away.

  “I’m sure HR-222 will pass,” Austin continues. “And I’m also sure I’ll be your President for the next four years. Don’t believe me? Just watch.” He opens his arms wide, as if challenging his opponents. The crowd goes berserk, as if they’re cheering during Super Bowl. I’ve never seen anything like this. For a second I almost believe he’s about to mic drop, but he maintains his composure. Thank God - sometimes he’s so instinctual I don’t know what to expect of him.

  We step out of the stage, cordoned by the Secret Service as Austin shakes hands with almost everyone, stopping here and there for a selfie or even for a random autograph. He doesn’t look like a President - he looks like a rockstar. And I don’t mean it as a bad thing… On the contrary, he’s completely owning up to who he is and proving that he doesn’t have to be as all other politicians to get the job done. I’m actually impressed at his social savvy.

  It takes the better part of three hours for us to leave the crowd. By the time we get to the airport and board Air Force One, I’m completely exhausted, even though I have done nothing but wave and smile most of the time. Hey, that’s tiresome too.

  When we touch down on Washington, I want nothing more than to lay in bed and simply forget that I exist for the next few hours. I’m that tired.

  I haven’t seen Austin since we left New Hampshire, so I’m a bit anxious about getting back to the White House. He spent all of the flight on the phone, talking with a never-ending list of Congressmen about HR-222 and trying to make sure he can make Congress bend to his will once his position is secured. Then, on the ride to the White House, he had to pour over some classified documents I’m not even allowed to know exist. Saving the world one briefing at a time, it seems.

  I don’t know how he manages. It’s so much work and responsibility for one person that it’s hard to believe such a job even exists. How can a regular human being endure this much pressure and work? But more than manage and endure it, he thrives on it. Just by looking at him, I can see how he relishes having all this responsibility and power.

  God, I have been bragging about him non-stop, haven’t I? And to think that I hated his guts just a few days ago. What’s happening to me? Am I… falling for him? I’m his stepsister. I’m not his wife, or even girlfriend. So why am I feeling like this?

  My mind is buzzing with all this when we get to the residence; I lay eyes on him for the first time since New Hampshire.

  “That was amazing, Austin.” I smile at him.

  “Not good enough,” he says with a grin. “I can do better.”

  “You know… If you demand so much out of you, you might burn out.”

  “C’mon, Ash. You know me. I’m not one to burn out. I live for this.”

  It’s true. He’s an absolute wrecking machine. He only comes alive when he’s living life on Hard Mode. Okay, I admit, there was a pun there.

  “We… we need to talk, Austin. About last night.”

  “What about it?”

  I breath deeply, trying to sum the courage necessary for me to say it.

  “We can’t do this anymore. We can’t. If word ever got out you would be finished. I… I don’t want you to jeopardize your future because of me.” My heart is beating so fast you wouldn’t believe. I don’t want to say any of this, not a single word. But I must. I’ve been thinking non-stop of this since last night.

  He looks at me in silence, the expression in his face a straight line of contemplation. I know that he’s weighing his options, and I also know that there are none. If he wants to keep on being the President, he’ll have to play this situation by the book.

  “I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you,” he says, his face opening up with a grin.

  “You have to, Austin…”

  “I know, Ash. I know that too damn well. So… separate bedrooms, huh?”

  I nod. Damn, this is hard to accept. I get with all the travel how I need to be in the White House Residence. Do I want to sleep in a separate room? No, that’s the last thing on my mind right now! I want nothing else than to strip naked and slide under the sheets with him. I want him to take me, and I want to fall asleep next to him. That’s what I want. But we can’t do it.

  He smiles at me and my little heart almost breaks.

  “G’night, Ash,” he says, turning on his heels and going to his room. I stand there on the hallway for one long minute before going to my room, regretting the logic that I’ve just preached. Sure, it’s logic and it’s the right thing to do - doesn’t mean I want to do it!

  I undress, feeling my muscles completely soaked in exhaustion. I lay down on the bed, only in my underwear, and I stare at the ceiling. Here am I, in the White House, sleeping in a room next to the President, who is my stepbrother… And the one that has taken my virginity. Austin Bain, that’s the one.

  I swear, lying here is probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my entire life. I didn’t know that desire could be so overwhelming, that you’d have to exert your will power this badly just to resist it. No wonder people go crazy when thinking about sex.

  I close my eyes but sleep doesn’t come. I’m dead tired, but I simply can’t rest. I lay here, hearing the beating of my own heart and… well, you know, thinking of Austin. How can I not? Please, tell me if you have a cure for this… I need it. Desperately.

  I can’t do this. I can’t resist it. I’m sorry, I’m not strong enough.

  I kick the sheets off my body and I get up. I stare at my reflection in the mirror for a long
second, anxiety all over my face. What am I doing? Why can’t I stop it?

  I walk to the door and open it, stepping into the hallway between our two rooms. I take two steps forward and I grab the knob on Austin’s door, turning it ever so slowly and I step inside, my heart racing so fast I can’t hear anything else.

  He’s still awake, sitting on a chair and reading briefings. As I close the door behind me, he looks up from the documents, a smile on his lips. Getting up from the chair, his eyes lock on mine and he comes closer, his body just inches away from mine. I can already feel the electricity building up.

  “Are you sure, Ash?” He asks, a strained line of electric tension between the two of us.

  “I’ve never been so sure in my life,” I say, the words coming out of my mouth fast. It’s true: I’ve never been so sure that this is the wrong thing to do and yet, so sure that it is exactly what I want to do.

  I go the distance between us and press my mouth against his; in a second, his hands are on my lower back, pulling me into him. He grabs my ass, sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the bed.

  He puts me down and climbs on top of me, goosebumps all over my skin. As he unbuttons his shirt, I feel my mouth go dry thinking that I’ll have him once more… His lips, his toned chest, his cock… Austin’s here, and he’s going to take me again.

  As he presses his body against mine, the smooth skin of his muscled chest over my breasts, I can’t help but think I’m doing exactly what should be done. Screw all the rest, I deserve this.

  I peel the shirt down his arms and, grabbing his back, I pull back from his kiss and look straight into his eyes.

  “Take me, Mr. President.”

  He offers me that mischievous smile of his.

  “The things I do for my country,” he sighs.