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

by Stephanie Brother

  Then abruptly, the look in his eye changed. “Hey, I’m not convinced we should do this. It’s almost as if we are related now.” His voice sounded firm and resolute, but just as deliberately casual, belying his words, his hand met my breast, absently thumbing my nipple under the fabric of the dress and sending electric current through me straight to my clit. I gasped, my mouth falling open, but making no move to stop him. He looked down at my lips. “In fact, if you really want me to do this, you’re going to have to beg.”

  Oh God. Why do you have to be such a gorgeous douchebag?

  “I really want this Lex,” I breathed, almost inaudibly now, as my breath was caught up in the sensations from his thumb stroking my hardening nipple. He leaned in toward my ear.

  “I can barely hear you,” he growled. “I said, you have to beg. Say please.” All the while, his hand pinched my pebbled nipple, gently twisting, until I finally let out a moan, and my body suddenly felt a void – I was empty, in a way that only he could fill. And fill hard, over and over.

  “Please!” It came out involuntarily. There was nothing I wanted more than him to bend me over and abuse me with his massive cock, those hands on my hips, but I couldn’t tell him that… I thought I didn’t beg for anyone. But apparently my body wanted him enough that it just went right around the rationality of my brain and I found myself doing just that.

  “Can you handle me?” He asked. “Are you certain you can handle me, stepsister?”

  My hand reached for him, but instead of letting me touch him, he grabbed my wrist and twisted it a little. I made sure I didn’t cry out, since it seemed like a test. Then he got up.

  “Come with me,” he said roughly, and pulled me into the bedroom. I was already tingling and wet, I could feel my body preparing for him, wanting him. But he wasn’t going to let me have him. Not right away.

  ***

  I was tied to the bedposts, blindfolded, my beautiful dress still on, but pushed up around my hips, and the halter neckline opened around my décolletage. I couldn’t see anything really, except for hazy light through the soft silk. Suddenly there was a sensation of intense, wet cold on my throat. My breath hissed in through my teeth. It was ice, and Lex was tracing the lines of my neck, and my cleavage with it. He then followed the iciness with his mouth, sucking at me. My breasts tingled as the nipples pebbled – hard. I am sure he could see them through the thin fabric of the dress, and I know he probably knew the territory pretty well. He’d eyed them before.

  “You’ve got some great tits,” he said, almost as if he were thinking aloud.

  I could feel the thin fabric being pushed aside as the ice got closer and closer. It was exquisite, and almost excruciating, to feel that coldness against my skin – but when he followed it up with his soft, warm, wet lips, I squirmed with pleasure.

  “Oh Lex,” I moaned.

  He stopped, instantly.

  “Did I say you could speak?”

  Another test. I fell silent, unwilling to give up his attention on my body. No one had taken control of it before. He pulled off my bra, and traced around and around the nipple. I wanted to stop him and wanted to urge him on at the same time. My clit was on fire with each icy round of the cube. When it finally melted fully and he dragged his wet hand down to my clit, I suppressed a moan as he simultaneously took my nipple into his mouth and stroked my mound, teasing it and me again. I wanted him so bad, wanted to grab his cock and shove it inside me, wrap my legs around him and own him like he owned me but he woudn’t let me. He would never give up this kind of control.

  He licked and sucked me hungrily. “Oh my god, Miche, you are so fucking sexy you little thing. Why do you have to be my stepsister? You are making me so horny just being around me. I wanted to take you in the cake place. Eat you out. And then bend you over in the wedding hall. If I had my way I would be fucking you every night. Ever since we were teenagers I wanted you so bad.”

  I moaned, and felt him spank my ass. It stung. “I told you to keep quiet.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” he told me. “That’s what you call me now.”

  “I’m sorry, sir!” I had to admit, he was turning me on. I never thought I, as a strong woman, would be feeling so aroused by him. Was I always aroused by him? Is that why I had such a strong reaction to him? I just wanted to see him so badly. “Sir, can you take off my blindfold?”

  “That depends,” his voice held a kind of arrogant amusement. “Are you going to be a good little bitch?”

  “I am!” I would say anything to have this again. Anything.

  “Well then I will allow you to look at me.” He slowly unwound the silk around my eyes. “But if you disobey me I will have to punish you. You know that right?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Ok then.”

  I squinted as I opened my eyes, looking at him. His shirt was off now, and his gorgeous body was fully on display. He looked a little flushed in the face, and had been breathing heavy. His lips were even poutier than usual, and his eyes lidded. He seemed like he was a little in a dream. I wanted to reach out and stroke him, but I couldn’t. I bucked my hips a little instead, trying to move myself closer to him.

  He pushed a finger inside me, gently, insistently. Making me yelp a bit in pleasure.

  “You like that, don’t you.” Oh yes I did.

  He slowly, eyes on me, undid his jeans, and pulled them off. Then he pulled off the black boxer briefs that were barely concealing him. I finally got to see his cock, the monster he’d put my hand on the night before. It was beautiful, big mushroom head, girthy, veiny length. He stroked himself to his full length with one hand, while the other played with my breasts some more, roughly pulling my dress all the way to my waist. My breasts bounced a little as I squirmed with desire, wanting him, needing it.

  He pushed the head of his cock against my folds, stroking me with it, impossibly soft, skin to delicate skin, as he continued to play with my tits, pinching them. He leaned down to bite my nipple, supporting himself on one strong arm while continuing to stroke my opening. It was torture. Plain and simple. To be shown what he had and to not be able to squirm down onto it.

  “Miche,” he breathed. “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Oh god yes,” I said quickly, surprising myself more.

  “Then ask me for it.”

  “Lex, will you please fuck me? Hard?”

  “What did you call me?”

  “Sir, would you please…Please fuck the shit out of me?”

  “You know I will Miche,” he said, and pulling my nipple into his mouth, he slid straight into my wetness, inch by glorious inch, as I cried out. I couldn’t stay quiet, it was just too much. “Ah yeah, you’re so sweet and tight. Mmm yes… I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy all night.”

  We moved together as he stretched me to the max, and as I watched the emotions play across his face, it was as if we were fated to be this way, fated that he was to fuck me that night, and many more nights. Our whole childhood had led up to this moment, intertwined with our parents’ deaths and our parents’ marriage, now fitting together perfectly. Something happened to me that night as he stroked me into insensibility with his thick length, dominating me fully, claiming me. Somehow he fucked me into loving him. I could see the kid who wanted attention, the teenager who was abandoned, and the man who was so strong nothing could hurt him. Nothing could take advantage of him. He was in control. And he knew what to do with that control. When he was a kid, he had urges but no sense, no control, and now he took those urges and made a symphony out of them. I came again and again, all this hitting me like flashes of truth. Even under his dirty talk I could hear his love, his resentment, his desire, and the connection we had.

  He untied me to put me on top of him, to finish him off, holding me up in cowgirl position, and raising and lowering me on his cock.

  “Miche you’re so gorgeous, I have wanted to do this for so long, you feel so good on my cock. Come for me bab
y,” he said, face contorted. I felt myself break open in ripples all over his cock as I came again. Finally I felt the wetness as he jerked into me, coming himself, hard and inevitably. My hands grabbed his hips pulling him closer and closer inside me as I collapsed onto him.

  ***

  Candace and I stood at the bar, watching my mother dance with Lex.

  “So you guys are actually together now?”

  “Well yeah, as together as we can be,” I said.

  “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him. But at the same time, I could always see the spark in you when you talked about him.”

  “Well he’s not your regular guy,” I grinned. Kind of an understatement. “And I guess I am less of a regular girl than I thought, because now that I know him this way, I just can’t get enough.”

  “Well I can see that,” Candace smiled back. “You look amazing. All flushed and everything when you talk about him. When you guys walked down the aisle this afternoon he was looking at you in a way the best man doesn’t usually look at the maid of honor.”

  “Yeah. I have to admit, that I did have some fantasies of us getting together for real, and walking down the aisle on our own, but for now we are just going to take it slow. We haven’t known each other in this way for very long, and besides, with our parents together, it really complicates things. I mean, people might understand, but we also might have to move to Bolivia or something. Hard to tell. But if it works like it’s working now, then I think we have a chance.”

  “That’s amazing. After all he put you through. Is he treating you right?”

  “More than right,” I smiled. “Once I got used to him, that is. But he can be really kind and loving when he wants to be. Last night at the rehearsal dinner at my mom’s house, he took me aside and gave me the most beautiful roses. They’re in my room, making it smell amazing. But you know, I have to go back to college and everything so.”

  “Yeah but your college is not that far away, right?”

  “Nah, it’s about a three and a half hour drive.”

  “Totally doable.”

  “I guess so. I guess it depends what he thinks, if he is the one doing the driving!”

  ‘True that.” She took a sip of her drink, and smiled at the dance floor goings-on. “Has he said anything about coming to see you?”

  “Yeah, he’s going to come up next weekend. I am really excited. Just have to find some way to get my roommate out of the apartment for the weekend. I think we might end up driving her out of the place. We’re kinda loud,” I smiled.

  “OMG. TMI!” She laughed. “I think they are going to need you up there, looks like it’s almost time for your dance.”

  “Oh shit, you’re right.” I took a fortifying sip of my drink and walked over to where Lex was standing. It was time for the best man and maid of honor to join the dance floor, and he was holding his hand out and smirking at me playfully.

  “May I have this dance?” He asked.

  “Certainly, sir,” I smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”

  “Pleasure’s mine,” he growled into my ear, as he swirled me around the dance floor. Just being so close to him was turning me on again, and I was thinking about sneaking off to one of the upstairs rooms we had scoped out during the wedding planning. Of course we were in front of other people so I had to hold back and show some kind of decorum, but I can’t say it was easy. Over his shoulder I saw Candace, her knowing smile wide as anything. Knowing was the least of it. She knew me, she knew Lex, and had seen our relationship evolve for the entire time, and now into the current incarnation of it, which none of us expected. I tightened my grip on his arm as we finished our dance, and he looked down at me, smiling, and in his hooded eyes, I saw something of love for me, and happiness, and maybe a future, if we played our cards right.

  We walked off the dance floor after the final chords and let the others take over the parade of dancing folks.

  “I can’t wait to get you out of here,” he whispered in my ear. “There are so many things I want to do to that body. And you look killer in that dress.”

  “Thanks.” Something inside me jumped at his words. Gotta rein it in and behave at this wedding, I told myself. “Shall we get a drink first?”

  He laughed. “Definitely. You’re worth waiting for.”

  “And we’ve been waiting a long time.”

  I would have kissed him then, but we had to wait for that too. No matter. We got through all the bullshit to find each other, finally, and that was enough.

  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.