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

by Victoria Cabot

“Fuck, Ash,” he exhales sharply, slapping my ass again.

  His whole body becomes rock solid and I can’t help but jump on him with all the strength that I have in me - suddenly, he hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me down onto him. I sit on his crotch as his cock goes as deep as it has ever been inside of me.

  I become nothing.

  Oh my God.

  Pleasure rages through me in a way I’ve never felt before, utterly consuming my mind. I’m high on sex, I’m high on Austin. And as his cock spasms again, his load shooting deep into me, I moan so hard that my voice starts quivering. He keeps cumming for a long while, the seconds ticking away as a torrent of semen takes hold of me.

  Only when he becomes still, do I roll to the side and lay on the floor, my limbs sprawled.

  I didn’t even notice it, but I’m covered in sweat, locks of hair plastered to my face. I want to speak, I want to move, but there’s not a single reserve of energy inside of me. I gave it my all and, in return, I’ve been sacrificed at the altar of pleasure.

  Austin turns to me and kisses me on the cheek.

  “Ash… You’re fucking perfect.”

  “No,” I say, a grin taking over my lips. I’m not perfect, and neither is he. I look into his eyes and say it exactly how I feel it. “We’re fucking perfect.”

  Epilogue

  "There's got to be at least half a million people outside," Austin says to me.

  I roll my eyes as I look in the mirror, changing my earrings for the third time. Austin bought me some diamond earrings, Mom got me a pair of nice pearl earrings and Carl got me a set too. All morning, I've alternated between the three.

  "Babe, there's just no space," I tell him, rolling my eyes again.

  "Ash, they opened up the Capitol Mall," he says to me. "And everybody's been jonesing to get tickets to the inauguration of the youngest President in history."

  I sigh and look at him good-naturedly. "Don't let it go to your head, okay?" I say smiling. "It's bad enough I have to always hear about your 11-inch cock. Now this?"

  He smiles at me. "Want to bet that it's at least half a million people?"

  "I'll take that wager," I say. "What are the stakes?"

  "If you win, I'll never brag about my cock again," he says.

  "And if you win?" I ask.

  Austin gives me a mischievous smile and holds up his hands. He's holding the bullet vibrator. Oh...fuck.

  "Austin...the whole world is watching..." I trail off.

  "Higher the stakes, higher the reward," he says.

  Fine. It'll be worth not having to hear about Hailing To His Chief for potentially four more years. We shake on it and then he gets on the speakerphone with Agent Daniels.

  "Hey Daniels," he asks, "What DCPD estimating the crowd at right now?"

  There's a pause. It can't be half a million. It's the dead of winter in January. People are crazy to come out in this weather.

  Agent Daniels starts talking and I hear his voice on the phone. "Preliminary estimates only, Mr. President, set the number at 750,000. It's only going to get higher, sir. But don't worry, we're prepared."

  Austin thanks him and looks at me and winks. His hand reaches over and grabs my ass as he pulls me closer.

  To say that Austin's speech wowed the entire country would be an understatement. The Convention passed HR-222 in a near unanimous vote, with 92% of delegates voting to allow Austin to remain as President and amending the age required to take office.

  Austin and I moved back into The White House immediately.

  The American Cancer and Poverty Elimination Initiative offered me my job back and apologized. Austin was fine with my decision to go back to work for them, but I quit shortly before our wedding the next year.

  There was nothing typical about our wedding. Firstly, it was a White House wedding, which meant that we basically invited the entire country. No, the entire world. Jonathan and my mother planned the whole thing with the White House Social Secretary. Austin's best man, Silas D’Avington, flew in from St. Penares, and Jonathan walked me down the aisle. Apparently Austin and Silas used to go paint the town quite a bit in their day. Austin’s told me all about Silas, and some of the crazy things they’ve done together.

  Carl – in a departure from tradition insisted on planning my bachelorette party. He worked with the Prime Minister of the Netherlands and held it in Amsterdam. Talk about a hangover the next morning.

  Austin did a lot of good work during those two years and Leon stayed on as his Chief of Staff and became indispensable. By the time it was time to decide whether to run for re-election, it was a no-brainer. Austin's approval ratings were around 85%. It helped he wasn't a Republican or Democrat, but took both sets of ideas seriously. He won in a landslide, carrying all 50 states for only the fourth time in history. It looked like America loved having a bad boy President.

  No matter where we went, we had our picture taken and people always put us on the Society and Entertainment pages - not just the political section. It got to the point that Austin got offers to do movies after we left The White House.

  It seemed hard to fathom, but our love story literally united the country. All of a sudden it didn't matter that I was Austin's stepsister. And it certainly didn't matter what side of the aisle people were on. Everyone tuned into the story of Austin and I. The official accounts say that our wedding was live streamed throughout the world and it did something that really brought people together in a shared interest.

  Nadia Moore, the one who tried to create the scandal, was named by The White House as having been fired. The news networks that had relied on her leaks began to retract their statements. Several of them apologized on air to me and their viewers. The last I heard, she had moved out of the country and was looking for work in South America.

  Carl also went back to the Institute. In two years, he was heading it. We still catch up everyday, and he's still my mentor for a lot of things.

  Mom and Jonathan visit us pretty regularly now. They stay over when they can in the Lincoln Bedroom and Mom especially loves coming to The White House during Christmas.

  And then, there's Austin. The love of my life. The one standing now two hours after our bet, raising one hand and placing the other on the Bible to take the Oath of Office.

  It's cold today, but Agent Daniels was right. There's way more than half a million people. I can see people all the way into the horizon. They've come from all over the country and world to see this event. To see the man I love continue his duties as the most powerful person in the world.

  Austin's finishing up his Oath as my mind comes back to the moment.

  "...and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, so help me God," he swears.

  He turns around, and takes me in his arms and kisses me. It's a passionate kiss and lasts at least ten seconds. Photographers are snapping away and the crowd loves it.

  Eventually we part, and Austin gets to the podium to deliver the inaugural speech he and Leon and the entire speech writing staff have been working on.

  "My fellow Americans, he begins," and a cold wind comes through and makes me shiver in my black Vera Wang that I had made specifically for this occasion.

  I think back to my life with Austin, and I'm so very happy. I can't believe how lucky I've been and I wish everyone in the world could experience the bliss I feel with Austin.

  Then all of a sudden a shiver goes through me. It's not the wind. A warmth spreads through the lower abdomen of my body and another shiver goes up and down my spine as waves of pleasure begin to shoot up. My clit is throbbing and yet another jolt sends an electric current of pleasure coursing through me as I close my eyes in bliss.

  I look over at Austin through slitted eyes. He's speaking to the audience, giving his speech. From time to time, he's putting his hand in his pockets. Each time, a small jolt is going through me. It's getting me so wet.

  And warm.

  I smile. Another small j
olt. Not enough to make me cum, but I'm very warm and toasty all over. Something tells me I'm not going to have to worry about being cold in the winter weather for the rest of the day...

  The End

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  My Royal Stepbrother…With Benefits 1

  By Victoria Cabot

  Copyright 2016 by Victoria Cabot

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  Introduction

  How did it ever come to this? I wonder.

  "Harder," I grunt into my pillow. I don't know if Ian can even hear me, but I think maybe he knows what I'm trying to say because the next instant he thrusts his cock inside of me with more force.

  Pleasure courses through my body like fire spreading through a bed of dry leaves. I can't take another orgasm but Ian's not giving me any choice. He's pounding away and I can't stop him. I don't want to stop him.

  His cock slams into my pussy from the back and he slaps my ass with his hand. I whimper, delirious with ecstasy. My entire body feels like it's on fire. Every. Single. Nerve.

  I can't move. I can only crouch on the bed facing down, my head mashed into the pillow, my ass sticking up lewdly in the air like some kind of lascivious offering to Ian.

  Sounds great right? Getting a nice, long, hard, fuck from a well-muscled, young, ravishingly handsome guy.

  Did I mention he's a Prince?

  Yup - Crown Prince of St. Chaviel - also known as the Doorway to Europe. 8th largest economy in the world, and per capita earnings on par with the UK. Home to more billionaires and millionaires in the world per every 100 people than any other country.

  Ian doesn't care about the size of economy right now though. He's maximizing the size of his dick going in and out of me. I turn my head a little to look at him. His face is contorted in a grimace. His eyes are burning with lust.

  "You like that?" he asks me.

  "Oooh, fuck yeah," I say back to him, my face losing all it's human sensibilities. Raw instinct and primal desire have taken over.

  "Be quiet," he warns me. "Someone might hear."

  We're in my room. My mother is downstairs. The door is unlocked. She could walk in here any moment and she'd see me and Ian going at it like a pair of rabbits.

  How did I get in such a situation?

  "I'm going to cum!" I whisper fiercely to Ian, letting him know. I have no idea if he hears me or what, but the next instant, I can feel the pounding that his cock gives me move into high gear. As if what I wasn't experiencing so far wasn't already high gear.

  That's it. My body can't handle anymore and this is orgasm number three. Instead of propping my arms up on the bed, my muscles at this point lose all the slack that they had and I simply collapse like a rag doll as the orgasm explodes into my consciousness. I shudder involuntarily and begin to shiver as cascading waves of pleasure originate from my pussy and radiate through me.

  I hear Ian grunting, but just barely. "I'm going to cum!"

  My pussy walls are spasming on his dick, gripping onto it as if not wanting to let it go and I can feel him lose control of his body, grunting like a savage and letting his seed spurt out into me.

  The guy cums like a racehorse! I think to myself, not for the first time. Spurt after spurt empties into my vagina and I can feel myself getting literally filled up with Ian's seed. If I thought it felt filling to have a cock inside of me, this is a whole different feeling altogether. But that's all I can do - feel - because my body is still paralyzed in the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced. I'm literally shaking and I swear it feels like I've left my body and am just looking down at it from up in the air.

  I don't know how long I'm lying comatose like that but eventually I'm able to blink my eyes my own volition. I can start moving my muscles and prop myself back on the bed. Ian must have just regained his sanity too because I feel him pulling his thick, long rod out of me.

  His cum squirts out of me as he unlocks my entrance and I can feel it drip down my legs in thick streams.

  I turn onto my back, looking at Ian. He's gotten out of bed and is standing up. My eyes scan his body, and I feel a shudder of pleasure course through me.


  Alicia! You just got fucked really good and you're lusting after him again! I mentally berate myself, but I can't help it. Ian just looks too good to be true.

  He's 6 foot 4 inches or so of pure giant muscle. His muscles are cut and defined like you wouldn't believe. How cut, you're asking me? Well, dear, I can see his shoulder deltoid muscles crease, that's how cut. His biceps are amazing. His entire forearm and upper torso is like something a Greek God would have created. It's positively insane. His pecs are like the rest of his body: Hard and defined, and smooth. Like, if he were to lay down, I could use it as a plate.

  His face. Jesus. That stubble that still lets me see that strong, prominent, Carrington chin. That jawline. Those two dimples on each cheek. Those icy blue eyes. That short cropped brownish blonde hair. That aristocratic nose.

  That cock that's hanging between his legs. It's got to be at least 11 inches when it's inside of me. It's basically as thick as a can of lemon Pledge - I swear. It's so big that I don't care what you're worried about, a good few thrusts of that thing and you're not thinking about anything in the world. Just holding onto the sheets as you're cumming your brains out.

  Ian picks up a towel and gently crouches onto the bed and begins to clean up the mess that's dripping onto my legs. He does his best to clean the sheets where our juices have pooled and created several large wet spots.

  "We'll change the sheets later," he says to me, and I see a flash of tenderness go through his eyes. I nod absently, my mind is still too scattered at the orgasm that's ripped through my body. I don't know if it's possible to get paralyzed from sex, but that's exactly what's happened to me. A delicious feeling of contentment goes through my body and I feel like I don't have the slightest desire to move, talk, or do anything for that matter.