This pack includes
Rebel Step Brother
Man of the House
Billionaire Step Brother
My Wealthy Step Brother
The Right Step
Rebel Step Brother
“He was so bad, even if he wasn’t my stepbrother. Everything this was wrong. So what did it feel so right?”
Jean Carlo always did things his own way. He was a cocky asshole and always had been. As they say, fortune favors the bold and he had become quite wealthy
All Jenni ever wanted was someone to take her away from her work a day life. When she meets Jean Carlo, she realizes he may be just that man.
Jenni finds happiness in an indiscretion and she would never regret the decision she made that fateful day.
This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely coincidental. Any names, characters, places, businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.
Copyright 2015
Jean Carlo walked into my room and began to pepper me with questions, he could really be an asshole when he wanted to. It was this kind of foolishness I had been putting up with for years.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean what am I doing, it’s my room. I am sitting on my bed reading.”
“Why are you wearing that?”
“What do you mean? Why am I wearing what?”
“Well I can see right through your shirt and I know you’re not wearing a bra.”
I blushed with embarrassment, but then realized it was my room, why shouldn’t I wear whatever it is that I want. Moreover, it was a little unnerving that he was looking at my boobs. What kind of perverted stepbrother would do such a thing?
“And those short shorts. I can practically see your pussy hanging out. What are you some kind of slut?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you Jean Carlo? You’re not even my real brother! You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that.”
“I’m older then you and I have to protect you, without me some boy may take advantage of you.”
“Some boy is going to take advantage of me? Right here in my room?”
“You never know.”
Jean Carlo sent me a wicked smile, it was as if he was propositioning me. It felt weird to have him look at me that way, yet I could not help, but be flattered. He stared at me from the top of my head to the tip of my toe, which made me cross my arms. It felt as if he was peering into my soul, I felt very naked. I looked out of the top of my head at Jean Carlo, I was never a very confident person and when people seemed to judge me I receded into my shell. Looking down came naturally to me.
Through it all, I could not help but think about how good looking he was, his brazen good looks were only matched by his muscular physique. He was the kind of guy that was always playing sports. He played a lot of hockey, liked to jog and play tennis. I began to imagine what he looked like under his clothing and thought about his chiselled body, starting with his six pack. I thought about what it would be like to touch his six pack and run my hands up and down the muscular bumps. The heat began to build up between my legs as I parted my lips. Jean Carlo looked at me seductively and I was snapped back to reality.
“I am just screwing around with you!” Jean Carlo said jovially, while tackling me on my bed and began ticking me.
I laughed as we rolled around on the bed. I paid special attention to every time he came close to my breasts. On more than one occasion his hand touched my breast, I don’t think it was on purpose, but I don’t think it was exactly an accident either. Even if it was an accident, that didn’t mean it would turn me on less. His roaming hands were definitely searching for something. He continued to tickle me to the point that I couldn’t breathe.
“Stop Jean Carlo…..STOP.”
Jean Carlo refused to stop tickling me and it was getting to a point of being unenjoyable. I tried to push him off of me but he was just too strong, so I did the only thing that I could. Out of the corner of my eye and the only place my hand could reach was between his legs. It was a moment of desperation when I grabbed his cock. He stopped immediately and looked at me. To my shock, it was as hard as a rock. More shocking though was just the immense size of it. It felt more like a plantain then a cock. Jean Carlo was only wearing thin shorts and obviously no underwear, he never wore underwear. I was so shocked it was like my hand became stuck to it. I just stared at him and he just stared at me. At this point it was to late to let go and pretend it was an accident, we were at a standoff.
“Well now that I have your attention are you going to stop tickling me?”
Jean Carlo nodded.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
Jean Carlo nodded. It was my move to make or not make at this point. The heat welled up inside my core as I squeezed Jean Carlo’s cock hard. He jumped up as I did it, but made no attempt to get away. His cock was hot in my hands, I wanted to see it. I was so taken in by the moment I had to continue. I slowly stroked his cock outside of his shorts and watched as his mouth fell open. He was enjoying this and so was I. I lifted up his shorts and let his cock spring out to attention. He smiled as if to say, pretty impressive right? It was pretty impressive, it was magnificent. I sat and stared at his cock just wanting it, but not sure what to do. He looked at me expectantly waiting for me to touch it. I couldn’t, I could do nothing but look. That was too much cock for anyone and something about all of this still did not feel right. There was still time for me to stop all of this and get away. Turning to get off of my bed, Jean Carlo caught me and took matters into his own hands. He was tired of waiting for me to act. So he stood up ripped off his shorts and then his t-shirt, revealing his magnificent body. It was just as I had pictured it in my mind, his abs looked like they could have been in a magazine, and his chest was that of a body builder, he was the epitome of perfection. His cock stood straight at attention wanting, waiting, and needing to be touched. I had to get away, this was not right.
Jean Carlo leapt for me, I cowered back putting my arms over my face. It appeared as though I defended the wrong part of myself as my pants were ripped from me with such force they almost left a burn. I looked at him shocked, but my look did not stop him. He looked down at my glistening pussy with great satisfaction. He knew I wanted it, he could tell from how wet I was, anyone could tell how much I wanted him by how wet I was. My body had betrayed me.
Jean Carlo dropped to his knees and began devouring my pussy. This was obviously not the first time he had done this. He seemed to know just the right places to lick. At first I didn’t want to encourage him, but it felt so good. I tried to not like it, but there was no use. Reaching for the bedposts I began to pull away, but Jean Carlo just held me by my legs, preventing me from moving away. There was no use struggling and why was I struggling. My eyes kept rolling into the back of my head from the ecstasy. I could no longer resist. He owned me now. I moved my hips to meet his tongue, which prodded me in every which way. That only encouraged him to go deeper. A flush came over me that burned with a fire deep inside, my body ached for him as I reached back and grabbed the sheets on my bed. I arched my back unconsciously trying to get him in deeper to me. Then he was gone, I was so disappointed I looked up to see where he had gone.
Jean Carlo stood back up, walked over to me and pulled my shirt up over my head. He stood by my face, saying nothing, just staring at me. He made no apologies and asked no questions. I looked up at him and his enormous member which still stood proud and hard right at face level. Jean Carlo grabbed the
back of my head and brought it to his cock. He rubbed his cock across my lips which made me moan with desire. I wanted it in my mouth. In my sexual encounters I had always been shy, but for this I was ready. I opened my mouth and began to suck the tip of his cock. Putting it as deep in my mouth as I could. Jean Carlo was relentless in his pursuit of an orgasm as he thrust his cock deep into my throat with reckless abandon. He held onto the back of my head seemingly carless to the fact that I was just trying to breathe, but he took me right to the edge and brought me back. He dominated me as only he could and I loved that he knew how to take control.
Jean Carlo then ripped his cock from my mouth and in one swift motion, pushed me back while flipping me over. He grabbed one of my wrists, then the other. Then holding both of my wrists behind my back he straddled me. Even if I wanted to resist, I would not have been able he was just too strong. Jean Carlo then plunged his manhood in my already wet hole, never letting go of my wrists. I pushed back onto him and met him in the middle. The feeling in me as he slid in and out sent tingle all over my body, this was almost too much to bear. The feeling welling up inside me made me feel like my entire body was contracting, like a star just before it explodes into a Supernova.
Jean Carlo’s pace quickened and I was unable to push back any longer due to the electricity he sent down my spine. It felt as if I was immobilized. All I could do was squeeze my fists together which Jean Carlo still held onto tightly as I forced my eyes closed. My eyes were shut tightly and my mouth was wide open. A feeling was welling up inside me that I had never had before and I was almost fearful as to what was going to happen.
Jean Carlo released my wrists which caused my arms to spring to the side and grab anything I could. I gripped onto the sheets so tightly my fingernails hurt. Jean Carlo’s hand came in with force and slapped my ass. His moans became louder and his motion more deliberate. I wanted to squirm away, I really did, but he held fast. I was in no position to do anything. With a final thrust Jean Carlo released his seed deep inside my pussy. I came at almost the same time, showering Jean Carlo with my hot juices. I had squirted. I had never squirted before and the feeling was so intense that it was close to being painful.
Jean Carlo collapsed on top of me and I could feel his weight on me. It felt comfortable. His heart beat rapidly on my back with a steady thump. His breath was heavy in my ear, but slowed the longer we lay there. He said nothing as I reached behind me to stroke his arm. He did not move, he just gently kissed my neck and allowed me to continue stroking his arm.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?”
With a start we both jumped up. It was as rude an awakening as one could have. Good lord! It was my mother. Jean Carlo and I were as naked as the day is long and covered in each other’s juices. There was no mistaking what had gone on. Jean Carlo got off of me like a rocket launching and ran out of the room. My mother watched as he left, while her mouth just hung open in shock. Her gaze eventually returned to me and her mouth still hung open. I looked back at her, but no words came to mind. What was I going to say? What was I going to do? I had no idea where to take this from here. All I could do was hide my head as I had done so many times before.
* * *
How embarrassing all of this had become, I sat at the kitchen table with my mother, my step-father and my step-brother. There was the most uncomfortable of silences in the room. My step-father began to speak,
“What you two have done is reprehensible and will not be tolerated in this household.”
“Yes, you are both adults now and this is not something that we can have happen in here. So if you are planning on living in our house, you will abide by our rules.” My mother chimed in.
“From now on, you two will not be allowed in each other’s rooms and if you two don’t get jobs in the next month, you’re on your own.” My Step father shouted.
“Mom? What is he talking about?” I asked.
“Jenni, it is time that you grew up. Your father and I have spoken about this and we fear you are stagnating in your life, you two have enough time to be fooling around in bed together and need to stop being idle and start contributing to society.”
“This is so unfair!”
Jean Carlo just sat there and said nothing, he had a smirk on his face as if to say he didn’t care. His smirk made me so mad! What was he so smugly smiling at, why wasn’t this affecting him? I was so mad I could spit. I had no lead on any job, nor did I want to work for minimum wage at some burger joint or big box store. Jean Carlo would have to suffer the same fate, so what we he so happy about?!
Jean Carlo’s father noticing his demeanor began to speak,
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Not really Pop, I accept your terms, you are right. It is time for me to get on with my life. I will be moving out of the house tomorrow!”
“What do you mean you will be moving out of the house tomorrow? Don’t be so smug, life is expensive. We are not trying to force you out, we just want you to contribute.”
“Well, I think you made your intentions pretty clear there Pop! Not to worry I will be fine, I have a place to go.”
“What place could you possibly have to go to?”
Jean Carlo’s father was always a bit of a brute, he treated his son with disrespect most of the time. Jean Carlo was a smart, good looking guy and his father abused him physically on more then one occasion. When he wasn’t hitting him, he was abusing him mentally. It was nice to see he was sticking up for himself, finally.
“Don’t worry about it, you were not interested in where I would go 5 minutes ago, so why would you be worried now.”
My Step Father stood up quickly, pushing his chair back with his legs as he did. The chair made a loud dramatic noise as it shot across the floor. That was Harry’s way. He loved to be intimidating. Harry quickly walked over to where Jean Carlo was sitting, Jean Carlo jumped up out of his chair and met him nose to nose.
“Don’t do this Harry, DON’T DO THIS!!!” My mother yelled.
The two stood face to face locked in each other’s eyes. This was a game of chicken that had no favorable outcome. I watched spellbound, scared and tearful as the two Alpha Males faced off. Just then Harry raised his hand and went to smack Jean Carlo. Jean Carlo caught his hand mid-flight and stopped Harry from making contact. The shock on Harry’s face was priceless, he tried with some effort to pull his hand away, but Jean Carlo was too strong. A feeling of pride was welling up inside me, that at long last this stand-off had happened and it seemed Jean Carlo prevailed.
“Not this time Dad, this is the last time you are ever going to raise your hand to me. I will never be your whipping boy agian.”
Harry, tried to use his other hand to strike Jean Carlo,
“This is how you talk to your fath……” Harry was interrupted mid-sentence as Jean Carlo caught his other hand, then pushed his father back with force.
“It takes a man of weakness to attack his child, I am leaving now and you will not soon see me again. Do not try to contact me, do not try to find me, I do not want to be found
.”
My mother instantly began to cry as she watched Jean Carlo turn and walk for the door. She knew this day would come, but it didn’t lessen the blow at all. Harry ran after him and grabbed him by the wrist. Jean Carlo quickly broke his father’s grip and pushed him down to the floor. Jean Carlo knelt down and held Harry down with one hand and said,
“This is for the best, make this your last goodbye and no one has to get hurt.”
Harry put his hands over his eyes and began to cry and we all watched Jean Carlo walk out of the house for the last time. Jean Carlo did not turn around, did not acknowledge the tear-filled scene, he just left. He was walking away from a lot of hurt and seemed to have no regrets in doing so. Where he was going, no one knew but he was surely going and not coming back. I was saddened that I would not see him again, he was most certainly a man I needed and wanted in my life. I turned from the table and stormed up
to my room slamming the door behind me. The sounds of my mother and step-father fighting could be heard through the door and probably around the block. I put my pillow over my head to try and ignore the sound, it was so awful. I fell asleep to the sounds of arguing, but woke up to the sounds of silence.
What the hell just happened? In one fell swoop my whole family was torn apart at the seams. This will definitely have implications that will affect my mother’s relationship with Harry and my relationship with my mother. I need to get out of here, I cannot possibly live here anymore.
Just then my phone began to vibrate, I looked down to see who it was. It was Jean Carlo texting me. The message read, “Soon, I will come for you.”
As quickly as I could I tried to reply, but my brain was firing faster than my fingers could type. My heart beat rapidly as I tried to get the words out, whererrere are you…..wheerrr are you……OK, OK calm down type slowly. Where are you?..... There was no response. I was hopeful that he was just tied up at the moment, but the reply to my message never came.
My mother came into my room shortly thereafter to talk to me, she was a kind compassionate soul, who just wanted to do what she felt was best for me and the whole family. I could not help but be rude to her and ignore her. I was embarrassed, I was scared and ultimately I felt betrayed. All that I wanted was to have Jean Carlo beside me. I could not help but be worried that something had happened to him. I could not help but think that he was out there by himself, sleeping on the street. I truly wished he was OK and just wanted my mother to leave. She finished her lecture kissed my forehead and got up to leave. When she got to the door she turned around to speak,
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