My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection (Five Complete Box Sets)

by Cindy Wilder

"You are the first person to ever show that they cared about me. You stood up to my dad and defended me. I loved the way you messed with me in school. I'll never forget the first time. You told me to shut the fuck up so you could take a test. I loved you before I knew you were the girl from school. I couldn't wait to get home and talk to you. You made everything worth it. When I found out who you were, it was ten times better. When I fucked you the first time, I knew I would never get enough of you. Your smell, your taste, and your beautiful body are all I will ever need. You can call me biker, asshole, or Ethan, it doesn't matter to me. I want to be with you, Lauren. You are my sunshine and my princess. I want to wake up to your smiling face every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms every night. Of course, I want to see you come undone beneath me before I wrap you in my arms," he said with a wink and a smile. "You are not like any girl I have ever met. I used to think you were a spoiled brat like the rest of them. I was so wrong. There is so much I don't know about you. You keep everything inside."

  "So do you," I said.

  "Not anymore," he responded. "I want you to know the real me. Yes, I will still give you shit. I expect you to give it right back. I want to learn every single thing there is to know about you. I want to take pictures of you in every pose possible. I want to draw your beautiful body. I want to see your work and learn what makes you who you are."

  He leaned over me, lifted my chin, and looked into my eyes.

  "I love you, Lauren. Will you please live with me?"

  I took a deep breath and moved to look away from him, but he pulled me back.

  "I don't want to stay at your dads," I said.

  "Neither do I," he said with a chuckle. "I don't care if we live in a box, an apartment, or a house. It doesn't matter as long as I have you by my side. You don't have to do it alone just to prove you can. We can do this together."

  "Okay," I said. "I love you, Ethan. I would like nothing more than to wake up with you each morning and fall asleep next to you each night. You have no idea how much I care about you."

  "I want to show you something," he said, as he pulled me up from the ground and toward his bike.

  "I like the sound of that," I said with a laugh, as I patted the seat.

  He stopped, turned, and his lips slammed against mine. I gasped when I felt his knee go between my legs. His hand was on the back of my head, as his knee spread my legs and rubbed against my already tingling core. It was so damn hot. We were in the field, the fresh air was blowing by, and the sound of water moving was surrounding us. The beautiful sun was shining above. He pushed me against his bike. The feel of the metal against the back of my legs only added to the intensity of it all.

  I wrapped my arms around him and ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair. His tongue slid across my lower lip before biting and pulling it. When his tongue thrust into my mouth, all I could think about was having him inside of me. I grabbed the back of his head just as hard as he was mine. My lips were going to be swollen by the time he was done. Our tongues fought each other for control. His won in the end. He reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt. When he pulled back from our kiss to pull my shirt over my head, I gasped for air before crashing my lips back to his again.

  There was something about kissing him that was so much better than before. It was like we couldn't get close enough to each other. I'm not sure if it was because I knew he was biker or if it was everything that had went on with us. I thought I had lost him. I thought it was a game to him. He was still there, and we were going to move in together. It was real. He wasn't playing me. It felt amazing to know we were in it together. We could get through anything.

  My bra had disappeared while I was lost in thought. His hands were touching my bare breasts and my body shivered. He rolled my nipples through his fingers, and I felt like I was going to explode. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. My hands moved up and down his arms, his muscular chest, and his abs but settled over his new tattoo. I traced it with my fingers and a tear slid from the corner of my eye.

  "You drew this?" I asked.

  "Yes," he answered. "You're my everything. You are my sunshine that brightens my days and my princess that keeps me on my toes."

  "It's my favorite of all of them," I said, as I kissed him again.

  My hands continued moving over his muscles.

  "You're so damn amazing. I can't believe you want me," I whispered.

  He stopped and pulled back from our kiss.

  "You had girls falling at your feet. You could have any of them," I said.

  "I want you. You're not like any of them. You're not fake. You don't make fun of other people. You're nice to everyone. You are you, and I love that."

  "What happens when you get tired of me?" I asked. "I'm so afraid you're going to break my heart."

  "Never," he said. "I will never hurt you, and I will never let anyone else hurt you either. I'm going to marry you, have babies with you, and grow old with you. I will be there to love and take care of you as long as you'll let me. I just hope you don't get tired of me."

  "How could I?" I asked. "You keep me thinking. I've got to be ready when you're around. I still can't believe you are the same man that has kept me believing in myself all year when I felt like giving up. I love you. You are my Ethan, my asshole, and my biker all rolled into one. You are perfect."

  His lips came back to mine again. The passion between us was off the charts. Not only was I with Ethan, but I was with biker as well. It was the first time we were kissing that I knew who he was. His hands undid the button and zipper on my jeans, shoved them down, and he dropped to his knees.

  "Step out," he said, as he held them.

  I did as he asked.

  "Spread your legs for me, baby," he said.

  He pushed me back against his bike. His tongue felt amazing as he devoured me. I felt his hands on my thighs, as he spread me and licked me with such a need. I had one hand behind me on his bike and one hand in his hair pulling him against me. His name left my lips when his fingers rubbed my clit.

  "You're beautiful. Do you know how good you look naked, against my bike, spread for me, with my tongue between your legs? I could taste you all day and never get enough of your pussy. You're going to come on my face. Then, I'm going to have you screaming my name when I bend you over my bike and fuck you so hard and deep you're going to feel me there the entire ride back."

  I moaned his name as I held his head and ground against his face. The breeze blew across my naked skin, and the warm sun beat down on my body. Everything felt so intense. He continued to play with my clit, as he thrust his tongue inside of me.

  "Oh, fuck," I cried out. "Ethan, babe."

  I fucking rode his tongue, as I came undone and cried out for him. He continued his amazing torture on my pussy until I finally released my hold on him. When he pulled back, I could see my juice on his lips. He stood up, held me, and brought his lips to mine again.

  "You taste so fucking good, baby. Are you ready for me to take you for a ride on my bike?"

  His voice was so deep and rough. I was ready to explode again.

  "I'm ready," I said. "I want to experience everything with you."

  "Everything?" he asked, with a smirk filled with need.

  I nodded, as I undid his pants and pushed them down his legs.

  "You can look forward to me tying your sweet ass up, blindfolding you, taking you in every room of our place, and fucking you senseless. You're going to be beneath me every damn day for the rest of my life. I'm going to eat your for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You're going to suck my cock like you haven't eaten in days. Are you ready for all that, sunshine?"

  I nodded again. My cheeks were probably a dark shade of red hearing everything he was saying to me. He kissed me hard one more time. I could see his eyes darken even more. They were so damn beautiful. I couldn't believe each time we were together he knew it was me. It made me love him even more.

  "What are you thinking about?" he
asked.

  "That each time we have been together you knew who I was. This is the first time for me. You are the only man I love. It feels so good being with you without feeling guilty. It feels even better knowing that you care about me and I'm not just another number for you."

  He kissed me softly.

  "You could never be a number. You have no idea how good it felt being with you that first time and every time after. I plan to make you feel good every chance I get. Now, turn that sweet ass around, bend over, and hold on tight. Seeing you naked next to my bike is the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

  When he spoke to me like that, it made me feel desired and excited. He wanted me. The most bad ass guy in school wanted me. There was so much more to him. I couldn't wait to experience everything with Ethan. He put his hands on my hips and turned me around.

  "Hands on the bike, sunshine," he growled.

  I put my hands on the bike as he put his hand on my back to nudge me down. My ass was in the air.

  "I want a picture of this one day," he said. "Your perfect, round ass in the air waiting for me."

  I jumped when I felt the smack across my ass and felt the sting. If felt amazing when he rubbed his hand over it. When the next smack came, I was ready for him. Before long, I felt my juice running down my thigh.

  "Ethan," I moaned.

  "Yes, baby," he said.

  "I need you inside of me," I said. "Please."

  I felt his finger move across my pussy as he groaned.

  "You're so wet for me," he said. "Hold on tight. It's going to be hard and deep, baby."

  I nodded, as I felt the tip of his cock against my entrance. He sat still for a minute, and I couldn't take it. I thrust my body back and took him into me. He let out a laugh and smacked my ass again. I held onto the bike for what was about to come, and he didn't disappoint. Ethan held my hips and plunged into me hard and deep. I cried out loud when I felt him buried inside of me. He pulled back and drove into me again. I felt my orgasm building again already. He continued to fuck me hard and deep just like he said he was going to. I loved the feeling of having him inside of me. He was right where he belonged. The sun beat down on my back, as he continued thrusting into me over and over. The closer I got, the harder he pumped.

  "Ethan," I cried out. "Fuck, Ethan."

  "You're so damn sexy. I love the way your pussy tightens around me when you're about to come. It sucks my damn cock. This is mine, baby. Your pussy is all mine. I will never let you down. I love you. I want you to come for me, Lauren. I want to feel you come all over my cock. I want to hear my name fall from your lips. Come, baby."

  That was it. He held my hips tight and thrust in so deep. I lost it and exploded. It was the most intense orgasm. I closed my eyes and rode it out.

  "Ethan," I yelled out. "Oh, Ethan."

  He continued fucking me before I felt him still and release into me. His chest came down on my back. I felt his sweat mix with mine. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled back, and covered my mouth with his.

  "I have something to show you," he said with a grin.

  "There's more?" I asked.

  "There will always be more, sunshine," he said.

  We got dressed, put our helmets on, and took off on the bike. I held my man tight and enjoyed the ride. He pulled up outside of an apartment building. It was a nice building in a nice area not far from the factory he worked at. He was starting full time the following week, and I was so proud of him. He motioned for me to get off the bike. When we were both off, he took the helmets and grabbed my hand.

  "This place looks nice," I said. "You know someone who lives here?"

  "I do," he said.

  When we got to the door, he held it open and waited for me to walk in.

  "We need to go to the second floor," he said.

  I shrugged and walked up the steps. It was nicer than any of the places I had lived in with my mom. His friends were lucky, I thought. He stopped in front of a door and pulled a key out of his pocket. I looked at him and shook my head.

  "You must be good friends for them to give you their key," I said with a laugh.

  He unlocked the door and pushed it open. When we walked in, I was shocked at how big the living room was. The only furniture was a card table, two fold up chairs, and a television. There was a big glass door leading out to a balcony. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen area. It was nice and big for an apartment. There was a separate little dining area where a table would go.

  "This place is nicer than anywhere I lived with my mom. It feels safe and comfortable. I can't believe how big it is. Your friends are lucky. We'll probably live in a tiny place, but I don't care. I just want to be with you. When will your friends be home?" I asked, as I leaned in to hug him.

  He laughed and rolled his eyes. Ethan pulled me down the hallway. The doors were all open. I looked in the first room. It was empty. The second room was empty as well. They must have just moved in, I thought. When he opened the third door, I looked around the room quietly before looking back to him. Tears rolled down my face instantly. His hand came up to wipe them away. I looked around the room again. There was a queen size bed and two dressers. Stacked along the side of the room were boxes, my boxes. Stacked along the other wall were more boxes. I looked back at him again.

  "Welcome home," he said. "I hope you like it. Please like it. I've worked so hard the last couple of weeks between finals, work, and getting a place without you knowing."

  I couldn't say a word. I was so touched that he would do all of that for me. He took my cheeks in his hands. I could see his eyes change and a look of concern take over his face.

  "Say something," he said. "Shit! You don't like it."

  I broke into the biggest smile, as I lifted my hands to wipe my face.

  "It's ours?" I asked, and he nodded. "Really?"

  "It's ours, baby," he said. "This is our home. I wanted to make sure we had a bed. I hope you don't mind. I want you to make it ours with me. I wanted to have the whole place ready for you, but I also wanted it to be what we wanted together. I hope it's okay that we have no furniture. I wanted us to get everything together. You said you could furnish on the cheap. I'm holding you to that. I want to make this a home you can be proud of. We won't stay here forever. I want to get you your dream house one day. A place where you feel safe and loved. I just want you to feel."

  I grabbed his cheeks and covered his mouth with mine.

  "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love it. It's absolutely perfect. You couldn't have picked out anything more amazing for our home. It's our home. How did you get my stuff here? Oh man. I can't believe it. We have a home. Are you sure we can afford it? Look at how big it is. Did you see that balcony? Are you sure we aren't going to have to move?"

  He put his finger over my mouth to hush me and lifted my face so I could see his eyes.

  "The only time we are going to move is when we buy a house. When you left with my dad, I packed your stuff in the car and brought it over. We can afford it. I'm going full time now. The strangest thing happened when my dad walked up to me after graduation. He told me he was proud of me and that he was giving me two thousand dollars as a gift. I also saved up all of my money besides those few things I bought you. You have your job. I'll get ten more jobs if it means you have a place to call home."

  "What did I ever do to deserve you?" I asked.

  "I'm not sure," he said. "It must have been pretty great though."

  He burst out laughing and took off down the hall with me right behind him. I caught him in the living room and knocked him to the floor. We were both laughing so hard, as we lay on the floor in each other's arms.

  "I can't believe we have three bedrooms," I said. "I've never had that."

  "I figured one would be ours and one would be for a baby."

  "Really," I said in surprise. "You want a baby?"

  "I do," he said. "I want a family with you, babe. I want a little one to chase all over the pl
ace. I want to have a lot of fun trying for one as well."

  I laughed as I smacked his arm and sat on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

  "What's the third room for?" I asked.

  "That one's for an office. If we're going to make this dream happen, we both need desks and room for our photography and art stuff."

  My eyes widened as I looked down at the most amazing man in the entire world.

  "You said I need to do what makes me happy and follow my passion. Doing you makes me happy," he said, as I rolled my eyes. "You're going to follow your passion too. We're going to do it together. Can you imagine us as a team? We both really like photography. Your computer graphic skills are pretty awesome. I can draw and get lost in art. We could take classes or learn at home. As long as we're doing it together, I don't care. We've got this. We are going to make it happen."

  "I'm the luckiest woman in the world," I said. "I love you, asshole."

  He burst into laughter and flipped me onto my back. Ethan grabbed my hands and held them on the ground above my head as his mouth came down on mine.

  I truly was the luckiest woman in the world.

  The End.

  One Step at a Time #1

  I was in my second semester of college when I met him. He was in my biology class. It was the class I had been dreading since the day I walked into my dorm on campus. The first semester passed quickly, and I found myself sitting at the large biology table much faster than I thought I would. It was a required class and the only one I wasn't looking forward to. The thought of dissecting animals grossed me out. Just remembering the smell that filled the room when we had to do it in high school made me sick to my stomach. I went home sick the first day I had to do it then, but I was too far from home to run from it in college.

  Each time a guy walked into the room, I assessed his lap partner potential. Would he be able to handle all the cutting and touching while I wrote the papers? Did he seem wimpy or strong? Did he look like he was going to chicken out? Would he make me do half of the dirty work? A few seemed to have potential. I needed to find someone who was willing to go the distance, so I could just melt into the background and go unnoticed by the professor.