My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance)

by Jaye, Juliette

  She moved over next to me and lay her head on my shoulder. It felt good. There was nothing sexual about it, and yet I still liked it. It was reassuring. Comforting.

  “Thanks,” I told her. “I shouldn’t have told you. I haven’t told anyone. You can’t tell anyone.”

  “Of course I won’t. Absolutely not. But I think it’s good that you told me. It’s good to tell someone. And your secret’s safe with me.”

  “So you’re not mad that I don’t think your mom should do it?”

  “No. Of course not. I don’t care about the barbeque at all, it doesn’t mean anything to me, and I can’t get mad at you for how you feel. I get it.”

  She did get it. I knew from the way she reacted. She was the first girl that I knew understood, and I knew got me.

  Why was I being like this? Why was I opening my heart out to my stepsister? Was it because I trusted her? I did trust her, more than any of the other girls I’d slept with, that was for sure.

  No, I had to stop this. I wasn’t the kind of guy that had deep, meaningful relationships. I wasn’t the kind of guy to spill his heart out to a fuck buddy, even if she was my step sister. After all, that’s all this was. We were fuck buddies. Nothing else. Absolutely nothing else.

  “Thanks, Kitten. I’m gonna go back down to the party,” I told her, getting up. She looked like she wanted to stop me. Looked like she wanted me to sit there and continue to tell her my secrets, looked like she wanted us to sit like that forever. And a part of me wanted to. But I knew we couldn’t. This wasn’t that kind of relationship, and it never would be. Still, Olivia stayed silent. It was like she had the same thought I did. Or she didn’t want me to freak out about her being too clingy.

  Whatever the reason, she stayed where she was as I dropped the towel on the floor and left the bathroom.

  Fucking hell man. Get it together, I told myself as I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Jim Beam. I was definitely at the point where I was going to be drinking straight from the bottle.

  * * *

  I woke up the next day on a couch, still topless, with a pounding headache and my stepsister asleep in the crook of my arm.

  Shit. I wondered how the fuck we got into that position as the memories I had of the night came flooding back. I had told her about how I felt about my mom and how now her mom was doing the 4th of July barbeque. Why had I told her that? I never told anyone. I never spoke to anyone about my mom.

  Fuck.

  And now we’d fallen asleep together on the same couch in what seemed to be the basement of the party house? I had no memory of what happened after the conversation with Olivia. This was not good.

  Olivia

  It was pretty hard to pretend to my mom that I hadn’t been drinking, but I honestly don’t think she cared. She was pretty cool, as far as moms go. I think Kaleb’s dad would have been more upset. When I woke up, alone, lying on a couch my head was pounding like nothing else and I felt like I’d gotten about an hour’s sleep.

  Forcing myself to get up, I went upstairs, found some Advil in a kitchen counter, downed three of them and stepped around the people passed out on the floor, avoiding empty red solo cups and the random trash that had found its way onto what seemed like virtually every surface.

  I walked back to my mom and stepdad’s house. It took about forty minutes, but it helped to clear my head. By the time I got back my headache was disappearing. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun was just starting to rise. That meant it must be early, right?

  That was good. I snuck in through the back door that my mom left open for me, locked it behind me and went up to my room.

  It was only then that I realized I hadn’t seen Kaleb at all in the party house that morning.

  Oh well, he was probably elsewhere. Or he left. You’ll see him sometime, anyway.

  Sure enough, on Tuesday when we next had work – since Monday was a holiday as the 4th had fallen on a Saturday – he showed up at nine and went straight into his office.

  Helen came by and told me he wanted to see me a few minutes later.

  My body tingling, realizing it had been days since we’d had sex, I entered Kaleb’s office. I hadn’t seen him since the party, and my heart was racing at the thought of having him inside of me once more.

  God, September was going to be hard if I was having withdrawls after only two days.

  “Good morning, boss,” I told him as I walked in, and he grinned at my use of the word ‘boss’.

  “Morning. How are you after the party?”

  “Ok. I don’t remember falling asleep there but I woke up on a couch in the basement.”

  “Oh, you don’t remember at all?”

  “No. But I remember basically most of the rest of the night.”

  “That’s good. You didn’t get blackout drunk then. Not remembering falling asleep is pretty normal when you’re drunk.”

  “So why did you call me in here for?” I asked, wanting to get straight to the sex.

  Look at you, sex fiend I teased myself as I realized what I really wanted.

  “Just wanted to let you know that we’re having a group meeting at two. I want you to be there. It’ll be in the conference room down the hall, but I want you to come in here at ten to for a meeting with me first.”

  “Oh, ok. Is that it?”

  “For now,” Kaleb replied. I couldn’t help but notice there was a twinkle in his eye. I wondered what he had planned. After all, ten minutes before the meeting wasn’t long enough for anything more than a quickie.”

  “See you in a few hours then,” I told him, turning around and leaving, slowly, giving him time to change his mind and decide to take me on his desk, right then and there.

  But, he didn’t. I went back to my desk and continued working on my report. I was almost done. It really wasn’t a hard project, I couldn’t believe that Kaleb’s dad had given us the whole summer to do it, and a team of four people. It was obvious that it was going to be worth going ahead with the development, and a part of me suspected that Kaleb’s dad already knew this and just gave us this assignment as a test for his son.

  My libido was raging. For the first twenty minutes all I could think about was Kaleb on the other side of the door that was only feet away from me.

  I wanted him to throw everything off his desk, to lean me over it, pressing my face into the top of it while he took me from behind, pounding me as hard as he could, bringing me to new levels of pleasure while an entire office went about their normal work day on the rest of the floor.

  As I kept working though, that started to take more and more of my attention, and the feelings slowly passed. After all, I had to see Kaleb before the meeting.

  I put the finishing touches on my report and printed out a copy to take to the meeting. I didn’t know what it was about, but thought my stuff might come in handy.

  For the next few hours I went back to the original documents regarding older buildings the company had built. Something about them was wrong, and I just couldn’t place what it was.

  I almost skipped lunch completely, before realizing I’d be starving if I went the whole day without eating, and grabbed a salad at the little café in the lobby and went back up to my desk to eat it.

  As I idly munched grilled chicken and caesar salad I tried to make sense of these numbers. A part of me wanted to find a more experienced accountant, to run it past them, but then for some reason I had a gut feeling that was a bad idea. And my gut feelings usually worked out.

  The longer I looked the more frustrating it was that I couldn’t figure out the problem. I was so close, I could feel it. And I knew there was something wrong. I looked at the records of dozens of property deals the company made. And the same little inconsistencies were there. The numbers just didn’t add up.

  By the time ten to two came around I was ready to scream. My head was filled with numbers, and even as I got up and walked to Kaleb’s office I was doing mental math, my head swimming with possibilities of
what I was looking for.

  Maybe this was going to be exactly what I needed.

  As soon as I entered the office, my mind cleared. I wasn’t thinking about numbers anymore. Kaleb was sitting at his desk with that mischievous grin on his face, and I knew I was in for something good. Something really good.

  “I’m glad you made it here on time,” Kaleb told me. “After all, we have to be in the conference room in a few minutes, and I don’t like to be late.”

  “Of course,” I replied breathlessly.

  “Come over here, Kitten,” he told me, motioning me over to his desk, and I complied. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a little black box. It could have been a jewellery box, maybe for a bracelet or a necklace, but Kaleb was definitely never going to buy me jewellery. Not with the arrangement we had. And, because, well that just wasn’t his style.

  “Open it,” he ordered as he handed me the box, and I did so.

  Sitting there, in the bottom of the box, was a little silver egg with a tiny string on the end. At least, that was what it looked like. I had no idea what it was, really.

  Looking up at Kaleb in confusion, I noticed his grin. Suddenly, I had an idea what this was for. My mouth turned into the shape of the egg as I realized, and Kaleb’s grin got wider.

  “So, you’ve figured it out, have you?” he asked, taking the egg gingerly from the box and holding it in his hand. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Was he really going to… put that… inside of me?

  “Bend over my desk so I can slip it in,” he growled into my ear, and I could feel my panties getting wet. There was going to be no problem slipping that inside me. But did he really intend for me to keep it in during the meeting? Surely not!

  I turned and leaned over Kaleb’s desk, pointing my ass towards him. He lifted my skirt up to my hips, moved my panties aside and slowly slipped the egg inside of me.

  I gasped as it entered me, the cool metal feeling strange against my skin. Kaleb put my panties back in place and pulled my skirt down, then ordered me to stand.

  I did so, all too aware of the little egg inside of me.

  “How does it feel?” he asked.

  “Weird,” I replied. It was the truth. It did feel weird, standing here with Kaleb, with something inside of me that wasn’t his cock, knowing that he was going to make me attend the meeting with this little egg inside me.

  “How about now?” he asked, and suddenly the egg inside of me began to vibrate.

  I gasped as pleasure began to course through me from the vibrations, and also out of shock and surprise. I looked at Kaleb, my wide eyes asking a question I didn’t need to verbalize, and he pulled out a little remote from his pocket with a grin.

  “Yes, kitten. We’re going to go into that meeting, and I’m going to play with my new little toy.”

  Oh my God! I couldn’t believe this was happening. And worst of all, I couldn’t decide if it was more hot, or more terrifying. With a flick of his finger the egg inside me stopped vibrating. And a part of me instantly rebelled, wanting more.

  “Now, off you go, I’ll meet you in there.”

  I could only nod. I didn’t trust my voice. I walked out slowly, a part of me hoping Kaleb would change his mind. Doing this, during a meeting? Oh, God.

  With every step I took I was all too aware of the little egg inside of me. I could feel it pressing against my walls, and every second felt like a ticking time bomb, since I knew Kaleb could use his remote and start it vibrating again at any second.

  A million thoughts ran through my head.

  What if people can hear it vibrate? What if I cum? How will I hide it? Oh God, he’s going to make me cum in there, isn’t he?

  I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost forgot to grab my report. Heading over to my desk I picked it up and practically ran to the meeting room. I wanted to sit down. I needed to sit down.

  Making my way in, I tried not to make eye contact with anyone else, but also tried acting normal. No one could possibly know what was inside of me.

  The biggest surprise was how I found myself rubbing my thighs together, I was so wet. The vibrator had teased me just enough to want more, but I didn’t want anyone here to find out about it, of course.

  Two minutes after I sat down, Kaleb came in.

  “Good, everyone’s here,” he started. He was keeping me on tenterhooks, purposely not turning on the vibrator so I had to sit here and be teased for a while.

  A tingle ran down my spine. I shifted in my chair. I needed release so badly, and yet I knew I couldn’t get it. Not without his finger on the magic remote, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to run out of here, run to the bathroom, have him fuck me there, in private.

  “Now, I’m holding this team meeting to see where we’re at in terms of the analysis about the project. Leon, I believe you’re in charge of finding accurate figures based on past data, what have you got for us?”

  Tim started talking about old projects. It wasn’t especially interesting to me, especially since I’d used that same data, when all of a sudden my insides began to buzz.

  My eyes widened and I looked at Kaleb, who was watching Leon as if his report was the most interesting thing in the world. He didn’t seem to notice anything strange about me at all.

  It felt good though. Good, and also terrifying. My eyes scanned the room as I checked to see if anyone else had noticed something wrong with me, something out of the ordinary. Maybe they heard it vibrate? It sounded so loud to me, but then again, the egg was inside my body.

  Maybe I was panicking for nothing. Maybe this was fine, I could enjoy this all by myself.

  And enjoying it was definitely something my body was doing.

  Ripples of pleasure coursed through my body, the vibrations running through my sex and up my body. My nipples were hard, I could feel them against my bra, and it only made everything hotter. I sat in my seat, my core clenched as I tried to feel every sensation through this little egg that Kaleb was teasing me with.

  Suddenly, I realized every eye in the room was on me.

  “Sorry, what was that?” I asked, hoping someone had just asked me a question and they didn’t all just notice me experiencing the most amazing sexual feelings right here in the middle of the meeting.

  “I asked you what you think about the project overall,” Kaleb asked, a small smile on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was torturing me with this!

  I tried to forget about the egg while I answered, tried to sound normal, when suddenly Kaleb turned up the speed! The vibration rate doubled at least, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to let out a moan right then and there.

  Instead I just took a deep breath, and answered the question.

  “I think overall the project should be given the green light. The financials make sense. The project will make enough money to be worth it.”

  “Good. Who agrees with Olivia?”

  Everyone else around the table nodded. I couldn’t have cared less. I was so close to cuming, right then and there, and now I only had two things on my mind: getting enough pleasure to cum, and making sure that no one here noticed when I did.

  I was well past the point of hoping it wouldn’t happen. I needed the release, so badly. Pressure was building up inside of me, a pressure that couldn’t be released any other way.

  Suddenly, the vibrating stopped. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Surely not.

  I looked at Kaleb, sent him a begging look. I needed this. I needed that release. My body was definitely not ready to be denied it. He matched my look and gave me one of those little teasing smiles.

  I was this close to tackling him, ripping the remote from his hand and setting the egg to high until I got my orgasm. But I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. And not just because of the other people here. He was in control. He was my boss. He controlled my work day, and also my orgasms.

  I could tell Kaleb was talking to the group some more. The woman in the group, Sandra or Sarah or something, spoke. But I
didn’t care. I wasn’t listening. For once, the good girl, the straight A student, little miss perfect was completely and totally not paying attention to her work.

  Because I had a little egg inside of me that I was desperate to start going again. I was tempted to subtly try and get myself off, use my fingers on my clit or something. But it was too risky, and Kaleb wouldn’t be happy.

  Suddenly, he gave me that release. The egg turned on once more, faster than before. Instantly my body reacted, my blood began to boil and my heart raced. Pangs of pleasure radiated through my body, and within seconds it was too much for me to handle.