My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance)

by Jaye, Juliette

  “I think so too. You’re tough. You’ll manage it. Don’t worry about it.”

  She gave me a small smile.

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem. It’s cool you told me.”

  She laughed, and it almost sounded like a bit of a shriek.

  “I didn’t want to, you know? That’s why I told you I didn’t know the other day. It’s funny what you get used to. I guess I didn’t want what we had to end.”

  Before I could reply she ran out of my office and I sat there, stunned, wondering exactly what she meant by that last sentence.

  I leaned back in my chair.

  Fucking hell.

  This was bad. This was really bad. Because no matter how much I tried to tell myself that I just wanted to fuck her some more, no matter how much I tried to hide reality, it kept crawling back: I was fucking in love with my stepsister.

  Fuck.

  Olivia

  Oh my God, why did I tell Kaleb that? It was such a spur of the moment thing, and I was pretty sure it was a total disaster.

  You’re the absolute worst at dealing with men, I scolded myself as I went back to my desk and covered my face with my hands in shame.

  I wasn’t going to tell Kaleb I lied, and I definitely wasn’t going to tell him it was because I didn’t want to think about our time together ending.

  Maybe I’d ruined everything.

  Hell, I’d probably ruined everything.

  Little miss perfect. Little miss great grades. Little miss good head on her shoulders. Little miss can’t handle a relationship with a guy without totally ruining everything.

  That was me.

  Well, I decided I was going to do the adult thing.

  Avoid Kaleb for as long as possible and hope that he had taken the most innocent meaning possible to the words I’d said.

  That sounded like a good plan.

  Right?

  Instead I turned back to my computer and got to work. I opened up Google and started typing in the names of the bogus companies payments had been made to.

  Who knew, maybe I’d get lucky?

  To my surprise, each one of the bogus companies did actually have a website.

  “This is awesome,” I murmured to myself. I knew that every website had a whois, the record of who bought it, and even though the registration info was set to private – and I imagined it was bogus even if I could see it – I knew that by paying a company a few dollars I could see what other websites were hosted on the same server.

  Being a total nerd had its advantages, sometimes.

  After about half an hour of searching and paying for info, I had my results.

  All of the websites that were hosted on the same server were for the same bogus companies, except for one.

  It seemed to be some kind of finance blog.

  I opened a browser window and clicked over to it. Sure enough, it was one of those “how to make money on the internet” type sites.

  “For when stealing from your company just isn’t enough,” I muttered to myself as I moved the mouse over to the “about” page.

  Unfortunately for me, the page was pretty sparse with details.

  I’m an accounting executive from New York with a wife, two kids and I’m working towards financial freedom and making a better life for us. After all, college degrees and private school tuition don’t pay themselves! Join me as I teach you the secrets to making every dollar go further and bring you the financial freedom you and your family deserve.

  An accounting executive. That was something. We had been correct, it was someone high up in the company. Suddenly, my heart stopped. Kaleb’s uncle Ted. The one who had caught us in the house. He was an accounting executive. Hell, he was the accounting executive, as company CFO. And he was from New York and had a wife and two kids, who were currently in private school.

  No, surely not. It couldn’t be. He was always such a straight arrow. Besides, all executives had a wife. And two was the most popular number of kids to have, right? There was no way it was Ted Leeman. It had to be someone else.

  Right?

  I leaned back in my chair. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I was going to puke. Sure, Ted was an ok guy. I didn’t especially like him, but I didn’t dislike him either.

  Then I thought about what would happen if it was him, and the nausea came back with a vengeance.

  He had caught Kaleb and I having sex at the fourth of July barbeque. He totally had leverage against us. If it was him, and he told anyone, he’d tell on us, surely.

  Oh no. This was bad. This was really bad.

  Stop it. Stop panicking. It could still be someone else.

  But I couldn’t stop. All I could think about was Ted telling our parents about what we were doing. About how we’d spent the entire summer fucking each other’s brains out. About how whenever our parents were gone at night Kaleb would sneak into my room and bring me to new peaks of pleasure I didn’t know my body could even reach.

  It didn’t matter that I was embarrassed about telling Kaleb that I didn’t want what we had to end. This was way more important.

  I didn’t even say hi to Helen as I rushed past her and went straight into Kaleb’s office. He was on the phone, and motioned for me to have a seat. I plopped myself down in the chair in front of his desk. I was a nervous wreck. I could tell that I was playing with my hands, fidgeting, looking out the window.

  What had I found out? This could be bad. This could be really bad.

  When Kaleb hung up the phone, he looked at me, concerned. It must have been obvious that I had something big to share.

  “What is it?” he asked, his eyes looking at me as though they looked deep into my soul.

  “I think your uncle Ted might be the one embezzling.”

  So much for saying things gently. Kaleb didn’t panic at all, he just leaned back in his chair and looked at me.

  “Ok. What did you find?”

  I showed him the path I took, and the website. I took him to the about page.

  “Ok, well I’m not saying you’re wrong here Kitten. You may very well not be. But I also think we need more solid proof than this. After all, Ted isn’t the only accounting guy here with a wife and two kids.”

  “I know. I just… I thought of him, and then I started to panic in case it was him because of him catching us at the Hamptons, and…”

  Kaleb lifted up a hand, a small smile on his face, stopping me from continuing on my rant that had started bordering on the hysterical.

  “Let’s do some more searching, ok? Surely it’s not going to be impossible to find out who owns this site.”

  “Ok. Ok, let’s do that.”

  I moved the chair over to the other side of Kaleb’s desk and sat down next to him. He buzzed Helen, asking her to go get us some coffee. I had to laugh a little bit, getting coffee was supposed to be my job.

  “Ok, so first, let’s find the blog’s social media sites, and see if we can glean anything that way.”

  “Sure.”

  Kaleb went to the Facebook page for The Secret Life of an Accountant blog, and had a look at the info. First of all, no one Kaleb was friends with liked the page.

  “Are you friends with your uncle?” I asked. Kaleb just gave me a look.

  “You’re right. Stupid question. Of course you’re not.”

  We scrolled through old posts, comments, etc, looking for information, but after fifteen minutes we were still none the wiser.

  “Ok. That didn’t work. How about Googling the site? Maybe something will come up that way.”

  “Definitely.”

  Kaleb typed the blog name into Google. The first three pages were just various blog posts from the site itself. Then a couple pages of people referencing the blog in their own social media pages, or on their blogs.

  Then we hit the jackpot.

  “Hey, how about that LinkedIn one?” I asked, pointing out a new link on the bottom of the fifth page.

  “Yes. Awesome.”
/>   Kaleb clicked it and a profile came up.

  “Andrew Pollock, accountant at Leeman Investments,” Kaleb read.

  The photo was of basically the most generic looking middle aged upper management white dude ever. His brown hair was greying at the temples, he wore an expensive suit in the corporate headshot.

  Underneath, on the list of employment, he listed that he had been running The Secret Life of an Accountant for three years.

  That was it. That was him. That was the guy.

  “That’s got to be him,” I whispered. “It wasn’t your uncle after all.”

  “Wait. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I agree, it’s probably him. But I want to be sure before we go to my father.”

  “Yes. Of course.” Kaleb was right. He always had such a cool head on his shoulders. While I was sitting around panicking and freaking out about things, he’d found a solution. And it was a great solution.

  “Let’s go back to Facebook, see if his profile is public. At least that way we might be able to see if he has a wife and kids.”

  “Good idea Kitten,” Kaleb replied. “Who knew a girl with brains like yours would also be such a good fuck?”

  I ignored the blush that crawled up my face as Kaleb re-opened Facebook.

  He typed “Andrew Pollock” into the search box, and the third result down was a guy who looked almost exactly like the picture on his LinkedIn profile.

  “That one,” I exclaimed, and Kaleb clicked on his profile.

  A bunch of pictures popped up. His profile was mostly private, but we could see whenever he changed his profile picture or cover image.

  “Well, he had a cover image there of him with a woman, and two kids. Boy and a girl. What are the odds those are someone else’s kids?” Kaleb asked, pointing to an update of his cover image from six months earlier.

  I nodded. “Definitely. That’s good enough for me. He’s the guy.”

  “Same.” Kaleb’s face went grim. “Part of me wants to fuck you right here, right now in celebration. Most of me, actually. But at the same time, I’m fucking pissed off. This guy works here, and he’s been stealing money from the company. From us, really.”

  I nodded. “Agreed. Who is he here?”

  Kaleb opened up the personnel files for the company – his father had basically given him unlimited access to company files – and searched for the name.

  “Andrew Pollock – Head of accounting. Well, he wasn’t lying, and we were right. He is pretty high up. In fact, Uncle Ted is his direct superior.”

  “Shit. This is bad news, isn’t it? We’re going to have to tell your dad.”

  Kaleb nodded. “Definitely. I can tell him if you’d like. I’ll give credit where credit is due, of course. But in case you don’t want to be there.”

  “No, I do. I want to make sure he understands, too.”

  “Ok. Sounds good. I’ll schedule a meeting with him sometime over the next couple of days.”

  “Good. Let me know when it is.” I got up to leave, my whole body feeling completely wiped. The whole day had been such a crazy roller coaster of emotions, I just felt like going home and having a nice, long bath.

  “Will do. And Kitten?”

  “Yes?” I asked, rolling my eyes. There was no way Kaleb was ever going to stop calling me that.

  “Nice work.”

  “Thanks,” I replied as I left. It was crazy what effect Kaleb telling me how well I’d done had on my body. I felt like you do when you enter a heated building coming in from the midwinter cold, how the heat flows through your whole body suddenly.

  God. Why did I feel this way around him? Why did my mood suddenly take an upturn every time I saw him? Why did the temperature feel like it went up five degrees every time he walked into the room?

  I knew the end of our relationship was approaching. But I definitely didn’t want it to.

  * * *

  That night I was in my room, reading a guide to the courses available for study at Stanford. I mean sure, I’d already figured out what I was taking in my first semester, but it was never too early to start thinking about the spring semester, was it?

  Suddenly the door opened, and Kaleb was standing there. God, he was sexy. He had been so perfect this summer. It was August now. We were more than halfway through the summer. In just a few short weeks I’d be flying away, with Annie, to Stanford. In California. This summer, all the time spent exploring each other’s bodies, all the time spent tangled together, entwined as one, it was all going to end.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked. “My mom’s downstairs making dinner.”

  “Nope. She forgot to get some tomatoes so she’s gone to the market. And I figured I’d take advantage of the free time,” he answered with a grin.

  As soon as he said those words I felt that familiar feeling of pure lust course through my body down to my sex, the walls of my sex clenching as the fluids began to build inside of me.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked coyly, biting my lip and looking up at my stepbrother.

  “Absolutely,” he replied, his voice already a little bit lower than usual. He came over to my desk and picked me up, carrying me over to the bed. Tearing at each other’s clothes, we were naked in only seconds. Our bodies pressed up against one another. I wondered how long we had before my mom would get back. Hopefully we’d hear her come in, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t.

  Kaleb’s mouth found my nipples, alternating between sucking on them, sending pleasure radiating through my body, and biting, hard enough to send small tingles of pain, letting the two sensations mingle inside of me, making me want more.

  I grabbed his hair with one hand and began stroking his cock with the other. He was already rock hard. It was crazy how quickly he could get it up when I was around; sometimes it only took him five minutes after we were finished before he was ready and rearing to go again.

  His hands roamed my body like I was the last woman on earth. His skin, with a man’s toughness to them, felt strangely soft against my skin. My body trembled under Kaleb’s touch as his mouth moved from my breasts further down my body, his tongue exploring my whole body until it made its way down to my sex.

  I fell gently back against the bed as Kaleb’s mouth found the folds of my pussy. I grabbed the covers and spread my legs apart, my body naturally opening to give Kaleb as much access as possible to my most sensitive areas.

  He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and the feeling of his stubble against my skin felt a little bit rough, but it was sexy. It was manly, and Kaleb was manly in every single way.

  His tongue began by flicking the delicate pearl of my clit and a moan escaped my lips as a jolt of pleasure coursed through my body. I snatched the blankets on top of the bed, pulling them closer to me as he continued to tease the most sensitive part of my whole body.

  Every touch of his tongue on my clit was like being hit by a strike of lightning. My back arched and my muscles tensed for a second before my body would begin to tremble, pleasure coursing through it, desperate for the next shot.

  After some time of bringing me so close to the edge I was sure I was about to cum, Kaleb moved his tongue down to the folds of my sex, slowly lapping up my juices before finding my entrance and sliding his tongue deep inside my pussy with a single quick stroke.

  I gasped with pure pleasure as his velvety tongue slipped in and out of me, but still, I wanted more. I needed more.

  It wasn’t too long before I got what I wanted.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard,” Kaleb whispered into my ear, making me shudder. Already I felt like I was so close I was going to burst. His tongue on my pussy drove me insane, and I knew that if he hadn’t stopped when he did I was about to burst.

  Instead Kaleb flipped me over and hoisted me up, so within seconds I went from being flat on my back to on my hands and knees on the bed underneath him. God, I loved this man.

  Holy shit. Did I just think what I think I thought?

  Yes. I did love Kaleb. I kne
w it was true.

  Uh oh.

  Kaleb

  Fuck, there was nothing more that I loved in this world than fucking Olivia from behind. Her perfectly shaped ass, the curve in that back, her hair streaming down her back while her breasts hung down, swinging slightly in time with my thrusts, as I shoved my cock deep into her pussy… no, there was nothing better on Earth.