From his father’s descriptions of her condition, he half expected to find her strapped to a bed in a semi catatonic state or distant and unresponsive at the very least. It was a relief just to see her able to hold a conversation, a pleasure to have that conversation actually mean something to him. That first visit was over four hours long and Leighton went back again the next day to catch up where they had left off. Over the first week he saw her five of the seven days, and on every single one of them she was bright, responsive and excited to see him.
They talked about Philip’s life and death, about Gracey’s trial and pregnancy and about the letter that Philip had left Leighton in his will. Hearing the news of Philip’s death was a shock for Isabella, which manifested itself outside of Leighton’s visits. She had said goodbye to her husband a long time ago, but always expected him to return every year on her birthday, no matter what was happening in her life. Knowing that he now wouldn’t was a pain difficult for her to assimilate. Had she not had Leighton to connect to, it could have been difficult to fully recover from.
Leighton introduced his mother to Gracey, and the two women got on well, sharing interests in art, music, dance, philosophy and books. Isabella was an intelligent woman, a voracious reader and had become even more stubborn and opinionated as she’d got older. She wasn’t going to let her illness deplete her of her faculties, even though she felt somewhat dulled by the years of medication. She’d finally accepted that in order to win her fight, she had to place her trust in her medical team, and over the years had at last found peace within herself. As their visits progressed, Leighton was exposed to all sides of his mother’s character, both good and bad. At times he felt like he didn’t know her at all, while at others there were characteristics he saw in her he was used to about himself. He saw her as an incredibly courageous woman, dealt a very poor hand in life, who wasn’t just making do, she was excelling where she could. Isabella was a popular member of the facility, a favorite amongst the nurses and trusted with several responsibilities that not many other patients were given.
Leighton wanted to take her out of the facility - she was there voluntarily - but Isabella refused. She’d spent most of her life there, and for a long time already it had been her home. Leighton had to relent. His father had chosen her facility well, and his mother seemed like she was at peace with her surroundings.
“It’s an acceptance”, one of the longer serving nurses said during one of Leighton’s visits. “Bella has accepted the fact that this is her place and she needs to be here because of her illness. It took us a long time to get to that stage. I remember your father was the same as you at the beginning. She’s happy here, not all the time is she happy inside her own head, but she’s happy here in the facility. We can’t change that now, not after thirty years.”
Leighton and Isabella had a lot to catch up on, and Isabella, still shy of half a century, had a lot of living to go. The future seemed bright for them both, and Isabella was over the moon that she got to be a grandmother.
For a woman that felt like her life had been on hold for three decades, who lost herself, her partner and her son as a teenager, her life was finally beginning to turn itself around again.
She had never been happier, never felt more alive in her life, just to look at her son and know she’d created him. She was inordinately proud of him, and when she looked inside herself, past her demons and the black moods, she felt truly capable of happiness. She felt complete.
It was a feeling that Leighton and Gracey both shared with her.
Esmeralda
Leighton was indebted to his PA. Esmeralda, despite what had happened, decided to stick by her wayward, itinerant boss. Despite herself too, she even became quite fond of Gracey, and although she wouldn’t admit it to either of them, thought they made a perfect, well-balanced couple. Leighton moved the base of his operations to the Chesapeake estate, and left the New York office completely in Esmeralda’s control. She had already proven herself to the company and Leighton trusted her to step up and move the company forward in his absence, while he took more of a backseat role until life began to even itself out again.
If he was needed for a business meeting, he would conduct it from home. If there was anything he couldn’t attend, Esmeralda went in his place. She became extremely valuable to the company, and Leighton rewarded her loyalty further by giving her a remarkably generous share option.
Esmeralda had almost single handedly kept the company running while the trial was going on, and had managed to turn what could have been extremely negative publicity into something overwhelmingly positive. Gracey and Leighton were technically stepsiblings, but the spin that Esmeralda put on the story meant that after the barrage of press releases, Leighton and Gracey’s story sounded like a Disney fairytale. They quickly became the most popular couple in America, trended highest amongst Google searches for a continuous four week period, became twitter sensations almost overnight and were on the lips and minds of almost everyone in the western world who wasn’t living under a rock.
After her romantic fling with Leighton faded spectacularly and almost instantly into nothingness, Esmeralda sought satisfaction elsewhere. She was not lacking in admirers, but no matter how many people she got through, she couldn’t find anyone who had quite the same set of specific abilities as Leighton. She was still in love with her boss, or at least the idea of him, and even though she didn’t want to admit it, hoped that one day he might come back to her. The thought was preposterous, Leighton was in love with Gracey and everyone knew it, but Esmeralda was naturally optimistic and couldn’t help but dream.
It was a distant dream, and not one that held her back in everyday life. It was more a fantasy she liked to indulge in, and not something she thought would ever happen again for real. It had taken a while, several bottles of expensive red wine and one particularly rare piece of sculpture that Leighton held close to his heart for her to get to that point, but she’d got there nonetheless.
Leighton was a Sunday afternoon, sitting-in-the-bath moment of nostalgia, and not the bitter ex-lover that stomped all over her heart. He was her boss, responsible for her ludicrously large paycheck that had bought her the Sunday hot tub in the first place and not her happy ever after. Esmeralda was working on that, and while she was working quite hard on finding her man, she was very much enjoying the frequent and rewarding process of looking. Without any attachments.
Once she’d got over the bitterness that Leighton had left her with, she couldn’t see anything bad in her life. Yes, she’d like to find that one and only, but she was young and there was plenty of time ahead of her. The last thing she wanted was to get pregnant too - she definitely wasn’t ready for that in her life.
Gracey and Leighton were perfect for each other it seemed. It was a fucked up coincidence that brought them together in the first place, but it was love that kept them from being apart. They fought for each other and were reaping the rewards. Esmeralda thought that it was kind of fingers down the throat puke into a bucket sickening on one hand, but super beautiful on another. That was America in a nutshell, she thought, as she sunk deeper into the warm water of her bath, while that evening’s ‘test’ got undressed in the other room. A country where the death of a father can bring two families across two generation closer together, and generate true love between two complete strangers.
It didn’t matter that they were step siblings at all, and that was what Esmeralda had focused on in the press releases. What mattered was what they felt for each other, and that was love. Bare, real, true love. The kind of love that makes old woman nostalgic, young teens quiver, the hardest of men melt, and woman all over the world turn to goo.
Maybe that was what she needed. Maybe she needed to stop fucking all and sundry and find out whether her own mysterious and unknown stepbrother was lurking in the shadows somewhere. Maybe that was exactly what she was lacking.
Matt stood in the door, his huge cock already semi erect. Esmeralda let her eyes drift laz
ily over to him.
“Matt”, she said. “How well do you know your parents?”
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About Stephanie Brother
Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with stepsiblings as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.
Heated: A Stepbrother Romance Novel (excerpt)
He was a jerk, but she loved him, that was the first problem. The second? He was her stepbrother.
Dante Hix. An alpha male. A billionaire at 21. A God.
Three years already and she still wasn’t over him. What the hell was she thinking going back again now?
If she had any sense she wouldn’t have, but if she had any money she wouldn’t have needed to either. Broke, with bills piling up, there was only one way left for her to turn.
She had to see him.
And then when she did, she knew immediately. It was going to happen again.
He asked her to dance for him, but it could have been anything. Stupid Sash didn’t realize exactly what that meant.
All that time later and she was still doing the same. Her clothes on the floor, his body pressed up against hers, her hand on her belly.
A wish.
If she gave him what he wanted, he could never run away.
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Excerpt
She’s sat when he enters, waiting patiently, the door opening so silently she is unaware of it. Dante closes in on the glass. He stands there casually with his hands in his pockets, taking a moment to admire his stepsister, before he intends to make his presence known.
It’s been a long time since he’s been able to do this, since he’s been able to look at her without her knowing she’s being looked at, and he wants to take advantage of it for as long as he can. On the raised stage, in hot pants and a tight white vest top that hugs the contours of her body, his stepsister looks like she’s being exhibited. To him, she looks like the visual representation of a long held dream, better even then he remembers her. She uncrosses her legs and sits forward slightly, as though suddenly realizing she may no longer be alone.
“Is there anyone there?” she asks. “Hello?”
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Stepbrother: Alpha Billionaire (excerpt)
I have dreamt of this moment for most of my adult life. I was never the prettiest or the most popular, or even the cleverest girl at school, I was always just Cass, the one on the outside looking in. Never the Prom Queen or the Fairy Princess, just the one that slipped by without being noticed. I never thought I’d be here doing this.
There is an urgency that descends upon us like a desperate hunger. I can feel it burning inside me and I don’t know how much longer I can resist before it takes me over. I want to claim it before it passes me by. I want him before he changes his mind. Before I change mine.
Fuck the immoral. Fuck the taboo. Felix and I aren’t related to each other. If we’d got together before our parents did, nobody would bat an eyelid.
“Take me to your bedroom”, I whisper insistently into his ear. “Now.”
This feels wrong, only because we are stepsister and stepbrother. It makes my heart pound in my chest when we ascend the stairwell to the rooms, several eyes upon us. I imagine the conversations people have in our wake. They go like this:
“Such a wonderful family”, “taking her to her room, how sweet”, “their parents would be so proud.”
What they don’t see is the erection hardening quickly below Felix’s trousers, nor the desire and need I carry for him, exploding out below the surface of my skin.
In the corridor outside his room, we wait patiently for a couple to pass us by, the hands that only moments before were exploring him, hidden quickly out of sight to the side, now trembling at the thought of what awaits us.
When we are alone again, the rest of the guests either already in bed or still downstairs, we hurry through the door and into his chamber. Felix shuts the door quickly behind us and leans against it momentarily, his heart pounding.
I’m suddenly afraid. What if someone knows? What if someone catches us? What if I can never give him up?
Felix bites his lip. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smile, he winks at me, and then he comes over. A cat ready to pounce on its prey.
I back away waving my finger, wanting him to earn me. He knows the game, lets me fight him off a few times and then grabs me round the waist with one of his huge arms and pulls me into him. He wrestles me to the bed, trapping me against the soft cotton duvet. He goes to kiss me, but I don’t let him. As he moves in, I twist my head to the side. Undeterred, he tries again, only for me to move to the other side. We’re both laughing now, teasing ourselves.
“Fine”, he says, mock offended. “If you don’t want me to-”
He tries to pull away, but this time I won’t let him. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down into me so I can feel the heat of his crotch against mine.
“No, wait”, I say. “Kiss me.”
He grabs hold of my hair to make sure I don’t move, leans in, tilts my lips towards him and kisses me deeply. I run my hands through his hair and pull him towards me, desperate for the moment to last forever. Our tongues fight for a while against one another, until his proves too strong and I take it into my mouth, sucking the thick, sweet tip like a lollipop. He bites my lower lip, and then I bite his, and then he moves away from my mouth altogether to explore the sensitivity of the soft tissue around my neck, and the delicate structure of the bones of my clavicle.
He bites me hard around the muscle that runs along the left hand side of my neck and it turns me on so much I have to pull him back to do it again. My body is tingling, and trembling so much from excitement Felix asks me whether I’m cold. Every time his mouth moves towards the sensitive skin around the bones of my shoulder, or lower, towards the line of my dress and the forbidden skin underneath that forms the beginning of my breasts, I get a shooting wave of pleasure cascading up and down my spine, that turns somersaults in my stomach and makes my pussy tingle. I feel as fragile as glass. I feel like I might explode into a million pieces if he continues, but I know there is no way I want him to stop.
I let my hand slide along his thigh, tug eagerly at the tucked in shirt, and make a big enough hole through which it can disappear and explore the taut skin on the other side. I run my hand across his belly and then up towards his chest, his muscles perfectly firm and well defined. When I find his nipple, my finger tracing a circle first of all through the thin hair that surrounds it, I can’t help but squeal in delight. I tease it and then pull at it and then immediately want him to do the same to me.
Felix has his hand in the hole on my dress, his fingers exploring the soft tissue of my thigh. The hole is placed in such a way and his fingers are of such a length, that he can just about reach the edge of my panties. As he kisses the exposed skin at the top of my dress, he tries to lift my panties and slide his fingers underneath the fabric. I let him do this for a while just to tease him. I love him having his hand there, but what I like more is knowing that in this way, he’ll never quite be able to reach what he wants. I want to make him understand what the last three years have been like for me, reaching in from the outside, desperate to touch something I can’t quite get to. When I’ve had my fun, and the desire to have him actually touching my pussy, holding me open with his slender fingers and pushing one inside me, I fight my way out from underneath him, roll over and put myself on top.
I pull at hi
s shirt and practically tear it off trying to get it away from him. Felix takes over and a second later it’s in a crumpled pile on the floor. For a moment, I have to just appreciate him. He has one of the most incredible bodies I’ve ever seen. He’s muscular and well defined, but his body and muscle tone is more like a swimmers than a body builders. He’s naturally strong, with thick arms and a barrel chest and a distribution of hair that makes him look meticulously crafted. There are indents in his lower abdomen that lead towards his trousers, which I can’t help but admire much more closely now, with the tips of my fingers.
“I never thought”, I say, the words catching a little in my throat. “That we’d be here, doing this.”
I dance my fingers towards his belt buckle, begin to open it.
“I always wanted you”, Felix says. “Jesus Cass, I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
Pop, the first button goes. Loose enough to slide my hand in the top, I do so. Between his boxer shorts and his trousers, I feel his thick cock, hard like tempered steel. He moans lightly as I tickle my fingers across it. I find his balls, and then I work my way up to the tip, squeezing him tightly as I go. I want to bite him. I want to pull him out and and put him inside my mouth. Inside my pussy.
I rip the rest of the buttons open and then I pull his trousers down to his ankles. Felix kicks them off.
“Take it off”, he says, meaning my dress.
“I will”, I agree, but I want him first.
I can almost see his crown through the thin cotton fabric. It’s pressing against the whiteness, a patch of pre-cum darkening the material.
“I’m a virgin”, I say, my hand hovering. “I waited for you.”
I can’t wait any longer. I’m done waiting. I’ve waited so long I’m about to fuck my stepbrother. Of all the forbidden relationships, this is number one. This is the one we can’t tell anyone about. This is the one we will have to always keep a secret. And then because of that, not in spite of that, it makes me feel so incredibly turned on. With my hands under the waistband of his boxer shorts, Felix prostrate on the bed before me - a situation I have conjured up in my mind’s eye a million times before - I finally reveal him to me.
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