Step Dancer (Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance)

by Wild, Nikki

  Hardly knowing I was doing it, I leaned forward and kissed my stepbrother right on the lips.

  The instant our mouths collided, I expected him to pull back. I envisioned him recoiling, a look of disgust upon his handsome face. Maybe he’d send me back to rehab, or to some other facility where they treated damaged goods like me. Whatever the scenario, when I imagined Kennith’s reaction, I thought of nothing good.

  I lost myself in the feeling instead, in the sweltering heat of his mouth, the delicate shape of his lips, the caress of his breath against my nose. I tried to savor that moment, tried to let it entangle me and grow in my heart, but the anxiety would not budge and I had to open my eyes and know.

  I had to know what would happen now. I’d crossed a line, and I needed to know if Kennith was coming with me.

  He didn’t draw back. His eyes were open too, gazing into mine, but I didn’t see rejection there. Then he hesitated and I withdrew, allowing him to say:

  “Colette… are you sure? I mean, you’re…”

  “Damaged,” I finished for him. “I know. But I need you, Kennith. You’re the only one who understands me, the only one who makes me feel whole and alive. I need that right now. Tonight. You’re the only one who can give it to me. Please…”

  Kennith looked at me. It was not the way a brother should look at his stepsister. But then again, Kennith hadn’t looked at me in a brotherly way in a very long time.

  There had always been something between us. I knew it was forbidden, something to be ashamed of, and yet I’d never thought of it that way. What Kennith and I had, or could have, seemed pure. When I looked at him, I saw the eyes of a lover, a confidant and friend. We weren’t of the same blood. Why should it matter?

  Though we’d never spoken of it freely, Kennith appeared to feel the same way. Tentatively, he closed his mouth over mine again, and I stumbled backward toward the bed, leading him with me until I felt the edge of the mattress against my thighs.

  “Don’t say anything,” I urged him. This was too perfect. I didn’t want anything to ruin it. “Please, just be mine tonight, Kennith.”

  Though I’d bidden him not to, Kennith spoke anyway. “Always,” he said. Somehow, that made it more perfect than it already was.

  He lifted me onto the bed, tugging my shirt up over my head and letting my wild hair fall down around my shoulders. He slid his hand up into it along my nape, bringing me in for another kiss against his candied lips, his free hand tracing the curve of my waist as I reached behind to unclasp my bra.

  My breasts fell free and I discarded the thing, pressing against his chest skin-to-skin for the very first time. It was electrifying and soothing all at once, as though we were two puzzle pieces figuring out just how to fit together. I moaned, unable to stop myself from reaching down to see if he felt the same way.

  His stiff cock greeted me, pressing through the flimsy fabric of his pajama pants. I gripped it, running my thumb along the tip and just underneath it, feeling the sensitive ridge that made him squirm and groan. I pumped him in my hand gently, letting the material caress his shaft as he pulsed and throbbed, balls tensing with each pass.

  His hands dropped to my jeans. He undid the button and unzipped them, pulling them off my hips along with my modest panties. I was glad he hadn’t seen them. When he next looked at me, I wanted him to see everything. I wanted him to know me in the most intimate of ways. I wanted him to fuck all traces of Caleb out of me and fill me with the love and acceptance I truly deserved.

  It made me wonder if I’d ever really needed rehab. Maybe I’d just needed Kennith this whole time. Nothing they had done or tried to do had convinced me of my worth, but when Kennith touched and kissed me, I felt rare, beautiful, and priceless.

  I scooted back on the bed, lying against the pillows and letting him rest between my legs. I slid his waistband down past his narrow hips and let his cock spring free, his moist tip pressed against my taut stomach. As he kissed my neck I looked down, marveling at the size of him. He was so much larger than Caleb had been, and his dick looked so good lying against my skin.

  “Please,” I whispered, raising my hips to greet his. “Take me, Kennith. I need to feel something other than pain. Please, big brother… make it stop hurting…”

  Kennith lowered his lips to my breast, taking the nipple between his teeth and lightly tugging. I shivered and arched as he flicked it with his tongue, a heat burgeoning in my core and spilling out into my slit.

  I shifted, arching again so that his dick slipped into my cleft. I could feel its girth parting my lips, prodding at my tight hole. I burned with an indescribable ache, my whole body singing for my stepbrother to dive in and devour me, and I wailed and whined with each moment he teased instead of doing so.

  When his dick was wet and dripping with my lust, he reached down, holding his base as he gently tested me by pressing his tip in. I bucked, seizing and digging my nails into his shoulders as he asked me, “Are you sure you want more?”

  I looked up at him. He was smiling, but I could tell he was nervous. I licked my lips, nodding emphatically.

  “I want you,” I said. “You’re my stepbrother, and I want you. If it’s too much to ask…”

  He cut me off, clenching his jaw as he sank his dick inside of me, pushing as far as it would go. It had been months since I’d had a man, but the sting soon faded and I grasped him with my legs, drawing him flush with my body and engulfing his mouth in mine.

  This was what I needed. I needed to feel whole and unbroken. Kennith gave me both those things and so much more.

  He began to move, thrusting steadily inside of me, rocking his hips back in forth in a way that nearly made me swoon. He was slow and gentle, his thighs shaking as he bit his lip and came to terms with fucking his own stepsister.

  I held his face in my hands, brushing my fingers over his stubbled cheeks. Our relation didn’t matter. He was a man and I was a woman. We fit together perfectly, two interlocking pieces made specifically for this. I spread my legs, letting him feel me, hoping he’d understand how nothing beyond what we were doing now mattered.

  Kennith groaned and pressed his forehead to mine, his rhythm picking up speed as he delved harder inside of me. The friction was divine, and I reached one hand between my legs to tease my clit, slathering his dick with even more of my desire as my toes curled into the comforter we were fucking on.

  “I love you,” I breathed, whimpering as I felt my core tense. “Shit, Kennith. I’ve always loved you.”

  “I know,” he replied, showering my face with soft, tiny kisses. “I love you too, Colette. More than I could… ah… ever say…”

  When my orgasm ripped through me, I lost all sense of space and time. The world churned, then ceased to exist. Fireworks burst in front of my eyes and my pussy pulsed, gripping Kennith’s cock and enveloping me in a symphony of sensation. It was pure bliss unlike anything I’d ever felt, and I knew then that my stepbrother had healed me, that I was finally a person again, and that I was deserving of every burst of pleasure radiating from my core.

  Kennith swelled. His harsh breath on my neck returned me to reality, and I felt him begin to pull out. I grabbed his hips just in time, dragging him in deeper, looking into his eyes as I shook my head.

  “Cum,” I told him. “Cum inside me. I want to feel you, big brother. I want you to make me yours.”

  As if he’d been waiting for that signal all along, Kennith shuddered and growled, pushing as far in as he could get before unloading inside of my cunt. His shaft throbbed as he poured out his seed, filling me with every drop he had to give as my walls continued to milk him for more.

  He buried his face in my breasts a moment, a velvety sheen of sweat giving his body an otherworldly glow. Then, as the last remnants of his lust spilled into me, he collapsed at my side and we held each other, brother and sister, man and woman—lovers at last.

  “I love you,” he said again, brushing his fingertips over my stomach. “I’m glad you’re home, Col
ette.”

  I smiled. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I was thankful for my freedom, certain in my course. Caleb was behind me now, and rehab, and our shitty parents. I had a new lease on life with Kennith, and I wasn’t going to waste any more time moping about it.

  “I’m glad to be home, too,” I told him. And I meant it.

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  I’m Nikki Wild, and I live in Southern California with my cat, my loving husband, and a genuine creeping fear of bad wine. I’ve been writing independently for three years now, and I’m in love with my readers every bit as much as I’m in love with my words! Every story I release brings me joy and pleasure, and knowing I’m able to spread a bit of that happiness to others makes every day of my life just a little bit better.

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  I never meant to have sex with him…

  I stood there, cum still dripping from my sopping wet pussy onto the cold tile bathroom floor. Tears filled my eyes as I stared into the mirror, my makeup ruined, my perfect hair tousled and mousy.

  “Are you ok?”

  The deep and silky soft voice drifted through the door. It was my neighbor… I’d known him my whole life and he’d been nothing but a good man to me. Mick was always helping our family out whenever he could… I’d gone and ruined everything. I couldn’t help it. My 22 year old hormones had taken over. He was so lonely; he’d given me so much…

  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of Danielle. Nothing,” he said, strength behind his words that I had always found so beautifully sexy.

  But there was something to be ashamed of. My hand dipped down to my pussy, a finger drawing a small amount of his seed from my delicate lips, carrying it upward and running it across my tongue. Tasting the mix of our sex sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, taking the broken condom from the counter and dropping it into the toilet, flushing away the evidence of the accident…

  Was I going to tell him?

  It wasn’t supposed to happen.

  I was just supposed to be earning a little extra money. With high school finished and college looming in the fall, I’d taken on every odd job I could to try and pay for it. Nineteen years of my life had gone by with my father pulling his wallet out for everything, but he told me himself that all of that would soon be over. He paid for his education, and he made it clear I was going to pay for mine. “It builds character,” he said so matter-of-factly as I cried about the enormity of it all.

  Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to pile up a little savings. As long as I stayed home and didn’t spend too much, I’d have a few thousand dollars to help get me through my first year of college classes…

  I’d confided in my neighbor about all of this, and he made me a generous offer. Mick was going to be out of town, and as long as I was willing to house-sit for him, he’d pay me a little bit of money for the trouble. It was easy money. All I had to do was feed his dog twice a day and make sure his plants were watered for a couple of weeks. The best part was, I could stay there the whole time he was gone. I’d been under my father’s roof so long I didn’t know what it would feel like to have that kind of freedom. Sure, I was only next door to the house I’d grown up in, but it was still pretty amazing.

  The driveway was empty as I walked up to Mick’s place carrying a small bag of groceries. It would still be a few days until he returned and I’d run out of things to cook, but Mick had left me with a little cash to pay for food and incidentals. I stared up at the big house, its tall columns casting shadows on the front façade. I’d grown up in a beautiful little home, but it was nothing compared to this big old southern plantation. In less than two weeks I’d gotten very used to the opulent space and the beautiful old furniture. It would be weird leaving all of this for my old bedroom – or worse yet, a college dorm and ramen noodles.

  But it was lonely…

  Mick owned properties all over Georgia, and his company managed their rental and resale. He’d become a success, but his time away from home kept him single all these years. When I was still a child, Mick said he was too busy for a wife. Now that he had everything he could ever really need, I wondered if that would ever change.

  I opened the big wooden double doors and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing in the space as I made my way to the kitchen and shoved the grocery bags into the refrigerator. I’d get started on cooking later, for now, I had more important things to attend to. There was one nice thing about having a big house like this all to myself. That meant I’d have plenty of time and privacy… For my secret…

  I found the small discs on the first day I was housesitting. I probably shouldn’t have been snooping around, but I really couldn’t help myself. They were minidiscs from an old video camera, hidden away in a box in Mick’s closet.

  For almost as long as I could remember, curiosity always got the best of me… This was no exception. If I had known what kind of trouble it was going to get me into, maybe I never would have looked inside the box.

  I pulled the box out, just as I had every day since Mick had left, retrieving the camera and plugging the little A/V cables into the huge flatscreen TV that dominated the wall in front of Mick’s big king bed. Almost giddy with excitement, I picked up the discs. There were dozens of them. Blowjobs, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style… My favorites though, they were near the bottom… I reached down, pulling one free, returning to the little camera and sliding it in before hitting the play button.

  Laughter filled the room. Mick had an amazing surround sound system, something I was very grateful for as the camera steadied itself and pointed at the bed…

  And there I was…

  It was almost like looking into an impossible mirror, the woman walking into view with a thin vintage looking summer dress flowing around her. I’d grown into her curved and beautiful body. It was my mother, no older in this video than I was now…

  The first time I’d seen this, I was shocked. My mother and father had gotten divorced so many years ago, and at the time, I didn’t really understand what happened. My Devlin was always too hurt to talk about it.

  He followed… Mick’s muscular and youthful stride entering the frame as they came together, a long kiss before they broke apart, the laughter starting up again.

  They must have been having an affair, that much I knew from the videos. It happened years before my parents actually separated. Mother had run away with some hotshot attorney from California. A small piece of me wondered if she’d left two broken hearts in her wake.

  “Is it recording?” my mother asked
, my own mouth whispering the words right along with her.

  “Yes…”

  “What do we do now?”

  “You do everything I say,” Mick said, his voice getting less playful. “Now strip for me.”

  I smiled, still standing in front of Mick’s big comfortable bed. I watched his eyes on the screen as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, wiggling a bit as I reached around my back to release my bra.

  “I love your breasts,” Mick whispered, his voice filling the room as I watched him, pulling my bra free from my heaving breasts. Mother had blessed me with a set of 36DD’s, and Mick was still just as much of a breast man as he was in these videos. I couldn’t count how many times I’d caught him staring over the years from across the yard, only to have him quickly look away and pretend he wasn’t. I wished he would look at me the way he was looking at me now. I watched his crystal blue eyes on the screen, wiggling my way out of my skirt, my panties following it.