Stepbrother Rogues: A Steamy Three-Story Collection (A Bundle of Standalone Stories featuring Rebel Stepbrothers)

by Stephanie Brother

  I had to have him inside me – I couldn’t stand it anymore. There was no alternative. Pulling him up to me, I kissed him fervently and started to undo his pants, releasing his length, his gorgeous staff, feeling the sheer size and weight of it in my hand. He kicked off his jeans and pulled off his shirt, and the body I had seen from the pool house was stretched beside me, tight, and hard and ready.

  He pressed against my folds, and I was slick and eager for him, burning for him to touch the parts of me that needed to be fingered and filled. I reached down for him, and felt the beats of his heart in the throbbing. We looked into each other’s eyes, scared but confident, and I urged him inside my pussy with my hands, as his look asked, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  “Yes!” I whispered as he pushed inside me, easing his way in, stroking my walls, feeling so good I could hardly stand it.

  “Cara, you’re so sweet and tight,” he said, eyes shut. I loved the feeling of being controlled by his body, feeling every inch of him entering me, and all I could do was admire the beauty that was his torso, his sculptured shoulders, his gorgeous face. My hips were moving almost on their own, swaying and pulsing with his movements. He reached for my breast and clutched it as he thrust, the blush of my nipple visible between his beautiful fingers, the feel of him entering me making her gasp and shake, almost out of my mind in bliss.

  As I came he kissed me, but my mouth was open, gasping, straining, my body undulating, my insides shuddering, but Adam was not finished. He kept me at the peak of ecstasy as he rubbed my clit softly and slid into me again and again. When he couldn’t stand it anymore he came himself, spurting his cream inside me, trembling and little jolts ushering it inside, until he laid on top of me finally, warm and heavy, and completely spent.

  We lay there a few minutes, heavy breathing subsiding, the feeling of calm washing over us. Eventually Adam spoke into my shoulder.

  “You all right under there, Cara? Am I crushing you?”

  “A little, but I like it,” I had to admit.

  “So everything is ok?” he asked, propping himself up on one elbow and rolling away to look her in the eye.

  “Yeah, more than ok,” she smiled. “You?”

  “Absolutely perfect.” He returned her smile. “That’s not how I expected to start the day, though.”

  “No, me neither. To be perfectly honest, it was how I hoped the day would go, but part of me was scared of it as well.”

  “Scared?”

  “Well I was starting to feel a bit like a deviant, since we, well…”

  “Used to be related?” Adam stroked the swell of my nipple, admiring the curves in the muted light of the library.

  “I guess, right? Used to be?”

  “Well we were briefly stepbrother and sister, but even then, I had feelings for you.”

  “Um, run that by again?” This was news.

  “Yeah, you know, it was really confusing. I was this high school geek, and you were this popular girl, but you were a few years younger, and you were so kind and pretty. And you were just my type. Actually, I think my type came from you.”

  “Is that so, eh? So that search from last night, is that typical for you?” We used to be brother and sister – I had to rib him a little. Keep something of that relationship alive, right?

  “Hey be nice!” He grinned, then his face went serious “Only when I am feeling really lonely. Is that weird?”

  “Not weird, actually it’s flattering.” I turned over on my side as well. I wanted to look at him more, take the sight of him in completely. He was beautiful, what can I say?

  “Yeah, that was part of why I had to kind of shut off from the rest of the family. Whenever I spent time around you, I wanted you to be my girlfriend, not my sister.”

  “Wow, I am really stunned!” I laid back, thinking of the times that we did spend together. Maybe that’s why he was so awkward back then. I used to just think that’s how he was, but maybe he was just a confused kid who was attracted to me.

  “And I figured you’d never feel the same way.”

  “Are you kidding? My jaw was on the floor when you came out of your car yesterday. I was totally embarrassed, I figured it was written all over my face!”

  “Well, I did hope, a little.” He sat up, and pulled his jeans on. “But I never would have believed it in a million years… until you kissed me last night!”

  “I’m so embarrassed!” I hid my face in my hands. “Why weren’t you sleeping? You seemed to be asleep!” Why wasn’t he sleeping?

  “So is that your move?” he teased. “Going around and kissing sleeping guys? What are you like Princess Charming or something?”

  “Does that make you Sleeping Beauty?” I countered, sitting up and putting jeans on as well. “Kind of a role reversal there!”

  He put his hand in my hair and silenced me with a long, intense kiss that left me no doubt about his feelings. Or mine, for that matter. I kissed him back with all the love I had in my heart, before I breathed a sigh of relief. As I snuggled up to Adam I thought: my superman, my step, my sweetheart. What will happen for us?

  “Hey Sparky!” Adam said, as Sparky ran into the room and jumped into his lap. “Where have you been? You missed all the action!”

  I couldn’t help cracking up as I blushed. Whatever was in store, we were going to have a hilarious time getting there!

  Stepbrother’s Orders (A Forbidden Dominant Stepbrother Romance!)

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  At a sleepover, we were just sixteen. The boys had come by, knocking on the window. My friend Jane let them climb in through a small window in the basement where we were watching a movie in our pajamas. They swarmed in, more of them than we thought there would be. They passed around a bottle of something, sharing it. When I tasted it my throat burned. I’d tasted beer before, but this was strong. And totally gross. I covered my nausea with a smile, until Lexington came over and clapped me on the back, making me cough and spit.

  “Goes down smooth, right, Michelle?” His laugh was mocking.

  “Yeah.” I managed, wiping my mouth. “What was that, anyway?”

  “I call it Parents’ Liquor Cabinet Cocktail.” Then he winked. “Cock-tail. As in drink some, because my cock wants some tail.”

  “You’re disgusting.”

  “Suit yourself,” he walked away, going to offer some to Jane. I thought I saw them with his hand going up her skirt, but I couldn’t be sure. In any case he was leering at me as he did whatever he was doing with her. Dick.

  ***

  “I never thought I would see you again,” I said, my voice unnaturally bright in the gorgeously appointed room. You asshole, I fought hard not to add. He just smiled, like a cat.

  The wedding cakes were spread out sumptuously on the table in front of us all to sample, as soon as the rest got here, but my appetite had ebbed away as soon as I laid eyes on him. He was looking smug, leaning back in his chair, looking up cockily from underneath heavy lids and long eyelashes. Lexington was all grown up now. And so, I suppose, was I. His eyes traveled over my body, taking their time. I watched in disgust as his eyes drifted down to my chest, and cursed my body as my nipples pebbled under my thin blouse in response to his blatant leer. Why was this shithead here, why? And why did he have to turn out to be so goddamned gorgeous?

  He was here because
my mother was marrying his father. The thought made me sick.

  “How are you, Michelle?” His voice purred, gravelly, a lot deeper than it was when we were school kids running around the yard. “It’s been a long time.” Back then he’d try to corner me any chance he got, either to pinch me, or worse. Whatever annoyance he could think of, he would wreak on me – pretending to throw spiders in my hair, trying to trip me. Everything. I would cry for the teacher, for his mother, for someone to save me from his tormenting, but all they said was, “That just means he likes you.” Likes me! I can do without that kind of liking. Most of the times I was able to get away just fine, because back then we were relatively equally matched in strength, his arms spindly as mine, not yet with the mad bulk of the body he had today. Now I could practically see his abs cutting through his shirt, he was so built. He had clearly grown up to be the kind of guy that girls just die over, that girls check their phones every five minutes for a single text, or even just a booty call from him. A ‘Sup…’ would make them cream. Yep, any sign of interest at all and they’d come running, and the arrogant way he looked at me made me think he had come to expect the same treatment from every girl.

  Well he wasn’t going to get it. Not from Michelle Laurence, anyway.

  ***

  Candace’s eyes widened. “Lexington Mitchell is going to be your stepbrother??” Her stunned laughter filled the small cafe. “That guy tortured you every day of our childhood! And your mom’s marrying his dad? I wonder what he looks like now? Is he fat? Pock-marked?” Her voice lowered, eyes full of glee. “Balding? I’ll bet he’s balding!”

  “Shut up Candace!” I hissed. “Yes! She is marrying him. I can’t believe it myself! And yeah, you should see him now. He’s suuuper hot and clearly a complete douchebag.”

  “Wait, you saw him?” She leaned forward. “Tell me everything! What did he say? Were you guys friendly? How hot is he? I have to know!”

  “Geez Louise, calm down,” I took a sip of my coffee and tried to will her to quiet down with my eyes. She was so excitable sometimes. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either. I knew when I was coming back from Texas that things with my mom had changed, that she started seeing someone, but I had no clue that it was Lex’s dad. And wouldn’t you know it, they got engaged. So I fly in this week for some fun ‘mother-daughter’ wedding-planning time, and who is trying freaking wedding cakes with me but Lexington Mitchell! I thought I was going to die.” My mouth twisted a little. “Lucky for me the bastard left early.” And I have to admit, I watched him go. Damn he had a fine ass.

  “Shit!” said Candace. She took a sip of her coffee. “I mean, I’m so sorry. But maybe he’s changed? Is it possible?” The corners of her eyes crinkled and her eyebrows knitted together in concern.

  “Oh he’s changed, all right. He’s like six foot four, and he’s jacked. I mean, not in the body builder way, but perfectly muscled.”

  She leaned back in her chair. “Wow.”

  “Yeah, and his face is kind of the same, still has those killer blue eyes, and long eyelashes, you know.” His face swam in front of my vision. His soft lips, his white teeth. His kissable mouth. I shook my head in disgust at myself.

  “Yeah, I do know,” Candace nodded. “If he wasn’t such a jerk he’d be a real catch! Well might as well forget about it, because he’s going to be your brother now.” She paused for a moment. “But… maybe I should try him out. You know, for science.” She grinned.

  “Don’t you dare!” I mock-hit her arm, in playful outrage.

  “Ok ok, I won’t. But are you sure you don’t like him just a little? I’ve never seen your eyes shine so much.”

  I didn’t know what to say.

  ***

  “Open your legs, Michelle,” ordered Lex.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I guess I figured cursing would make me sound tough; older than I was. Than we were.

  “Be quiet, I said. Shut up and open your legs.” Lexington grabbed my ankles and pulled at them to pry them open, trying to see up my poofy skirt. I kicked at him, hard, and then ran away crying, all the way home. I remember it like it was yesterday, my little patent leather party shoes flashing underneath me as I ran home from the birthday party, tears streaking down my face.

  ***

  Planning a wedding for your own mother was a strange experience. Not least for me because I kept having dreams about Lex. I would be sleeping, presumably minding my own business, and having normal dreams when in would walk dream-Lex. Half the time he was practically naked, his cut body dripping with water from the pool as he pushed himself out, muscles gracefully elevating him right over to me where he would lay on top of me, kissing me hard and mercilessly, as I felt his body against mine…. Or dream-Lex would be pushing me up against the closet door in my bedroom, covering my protests with kisses and hoisting me up against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Sometimes dream-Lex was ordering me around, making me bend over as he took me in whatever way he wanted…

  The worst part was that images from these dreams would randomly pop into my head as we were out trying on dresses, or picking out centerpieces. I didn’t understand why my mother was going all out on a second wedding like this, but I didn’t even have the energy to protest at all, when I’d get a flashback and I could feel dream-Lex bending me over the kitchen table. I just would smile wanly and hope the image would pass, nodding at whatever monstrosity of a centerpiece or parting gift she was babbling on about at that moment.

  Luckily I hadn’t seen Lex since that day at the cake place a week ago. As best man, he was supposed to be helping out our parents with some of the arrangements but so far he was late and it looked like a lot of it would fall on me, the maid of honor. I still didn’t know what my mother saw in his dad. Probably part of it was just physical. Lex and his dad Mark shared a lot of the same physical qualities – they were both commanding presences – big framed, handsome men who were a bit domineering. It kind of grossed me out to think of my mother getting as turned on by Mark, as I had to admit was by Lex, but I assume that was most of it.

  ***

  The next job on the docket was to look at halls. We didn’t have a heck of a lot of time to plan everything, as the wedding was only in a few months, so there weren’t a lot of choices left. Luckily Mark knew someone who knew someone, and there possibly would be a cancellation coming up soon for our first choice. Even though we weren’t officially on the waiting list, we would be able to get first dibs if the place popped free. It’s who you know, right?

  I stopped the car and took the keys out of the ignition. “You ready, mom?” She was busy putting rosy lipstick on, which could only mean one thing. She hadn’t told me but we were meeting someone there, either Mark or Lex. Or maybe both. She didn’t bother to doll herself up if she wasn’t seeing him.

  “Who’s meeting us, Mom?” I asked.

  “Oh, Mark and maaayyybe his son Lex.” She drew out the word as if to avoid my wrath. She had already picked up on the fact that I wasn’t altogether thrilled to have him as my stepbrother, despite my trying to keep it more on the down low – for her benefit, I might add. I didn’t want her to feel guilty on her special day, and considering that I was getting old enough to move out permanently after I came back from college, who was I to begrudge her moving on with her life? If there was one thing my mother deserved, it was happiness. She was a champ when my father was dying. Took care of him every single day. For that reason alone I tried to keep the sour look off of my face, but I wasn’t altogether successful. “Come on, Michelle, play nice, would you?” my mother pleaded.

  “I’m doing my best, mom.” It was true. Lexington was one big evil ball of sex, and it was enough not to be blowing him this instant. But I couldn’t tell her that.

  We walked into the wedding hall, which was more like a big old house than anything else, featuring lots of little rooms for the reception as well as a great old salon-type hall for the dinner. My mother gasped with happiness. “This is it, Miche, it�
�s beautiful!” She poked around the corners, taking in the cornices and crown molding, thrilled with the beautiful nooks and crannies of the old place. I was impressed as well. Slowly we each nosed around into different rooms, all decorated with chic period elements, every room a unique treat to behold. I was examining the wood carving on one of the bookshelves, when I felt it: hot breath on my neck. I started and nearly screamed, but a hand slipped across my mouth.

  “Shush, you don’t want to worry your mother, do you?” purred Lex’s voice into my ear. He was so close to me I could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. He pulled me close to his chest, my back pressed up against it. “Surprise, stepsister,” he said. I could smell his scent and it was intoxicating. Damn it! My mind was reeling, my body filled with pheromones or something – at least nothing rational or controllable. Thanks hormones! It was not only that. My panties were starting to get wet, and my heart rate, instead of going back to normal from the fright, continued to pound heavy in my chest. I could even hear it. He slowly slithered his hand off my mouth and languidly drew it down the front of my neck, pausing on my throat for an extra moment.