Stepbrother for Christmas

by Amy Brent

She turned and looked at me, her eyes raking up and down my form, and I saw a small blush creep up her cheeks. She cleared her throat and turned towards the tree, and I smirked as I watched her walk away. Her beautifully rounded ass swayed from side to side, pulling at a dick that wanted to be plunged into the depths of that asshole. I bet she still hadn’t breached that little hole, and the idea of taking another part of her virginity vibrated my balls against my body.

  “So,” I said, “Where’s Ron?”

  “Dad’s probably about to pull in with workers to help him string up lights. Mom likes to think he does it on his own, so she ignores the fact that he hires people to do it,” she said.

  “Probably a smart move on both their parts. Your dad is at that hip-breaking age,” I said.

  “Yeah. And Mom is still not out of her heart-breaking one,” she said.

  I looked over at her as she picked up an ornament, and I could see the fight raging behind her eyes. I felt for her, I really did. I got what it was like to not be heard, or seen, or even cared about. Granted, her family gave a serious shit about her. They just had different plans for her life, I guess that was it.

  I’d kill to have a family that gave a shit like hers.

  “So,” Amber said, “won’t your family miss you for Christmas?”

  “I don’t think my family’s even thought about me since I left for New York,” I said.

  “That’s pretty fucked up, I’m sorry,” she said.

  “No biggie. Less drama to worry about.”

  “Lucky you,” she said.

  “Not really, but I get why you’d think that,” I said.

  “Oh, so now you’re an expert on my life and dynamic with my family?” she asked.

  “Hold that tongue of fire, Miss Amber, I was just letting you know I got it from your point of view.”

  “Well, I don’t need you to get anything about me,” she said.

  “Fine. Fuck,” I said.

  The more and more defensive she got, the more I wondered if it was a personal defense mechanism. As I studied her putting ornaments on the Christmas tree, I could tell she was agitated. But, she wasn’t slamming ornaments on the tree like she was agitated at the idea of decorating.

  Maybe she was just pissed that she didn’t feel she could live life the way she wanted. Or maybe she thought Luke got treated better than she did. Maybe she thought her parents were belittling her dreams or whatever the fuck had sparked the outrage at dinner that had entertained me so thoroughly.

  But, the moment her tits caught my eye, and I saw her nipples poking through her bra, my mouth began to salivate.

  Her eyes turned to me and, for the first time since I’d been there, she held my gaze. I could feel something in me giving way to her, and I reached out to push a strand of hair back behind her ear. Her face was as beautiful as I remembered from college, only it was covered by this angry mask. It made me wonder if she’d peel it back for me so I could see the woman I dreamed about pleasuring while I was in the middle of my classes.

  She parted her thin little lips, and I suddenly saw myself shoving my cock between them. I saw her get down on her knees for me while the rest of her family was decorating upstairs. I saw her pulling my cum from my balls with her mouth as I bit back my groans and grunts, and I swear to heaven on high I could feel the fistful of her hair in my hand.

  But, her voice ripped me from my trance.

  “What the fuck are you staring at?” she asked.

  “Your tits. You a bit cold?” I asked.

  She looked down and her face flushed in embarrassment. She turned her back to me, and I saw her reach up underneath her shirt, and I caught the smallest glimpse of her milky skin that ricocheted up her waist. I wanted to reach out and touch it as my dick swelled to twice its size. It was right there. The skin I wanted to press my fucking body against was right there.

  “Nice to see some things never change,” she said as she turned back toward me.

  “Apparently, some things do,” I said as I caught her stare again.

  We both went to reach into the ornament box. I figured I could at least help her with this tree, though I’d never decorated one in my life. I’m sure I’d fuck it up somehow, and she’d probably come back behind me and correct it, but at least she would know that someone didn’t think she was worth abandoning.

  I knew what it felt like to be abandoned, and she didn’t deserve to feel that way.

  I felt a slight brush against my fingertips and looked down to see Amber’s hand against mine. Her finger was resting on top of mine as we reached for the same ornament, and my cock officially leaked into my boxers. Her skin was warm and delicate. It held the softness I’d buried my body into time and time again in the two months we were together, and now I had it against me again.

  I looked up at Amber and saw her chest panting lightly, and the telltale flush that always gave her away had crept up behind her ears and stained them the most beautiful red I’d ever seen.

  “Amber! Is there another box down there?”

  The sound of Luke’s footsteps coming down the stairs obliterated the moment as the two of us jumped back from one another. Amber took one last look down at her tits while I turned my back and shoved my hand down my pants. I rearranged myself and pulled my shirt down over the wet spot just as Luke turned the corner, and I saw Amber shaking her head as her eyes scanned the room.

  “Not down here, no. Once Tyler and I are done with the tree, I’ll take a better look around, though,” she said.

  “You know Mom means well, right?” Luke asked.

  “You would think that, since you get to follow your dreams and all,” she said.

  “And I told you I would help you with those dreams. Remember that promise I made you in high school?”

  “The promise about protecting me from bullies?” Amber asked, confused.

  “While Mom and Dad mean well, they’re bullying you into things you don’t want to do. I’m not going to let them do that,” Luke said.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “Sorry I ditched you, Tyler. My sister’s not trying to swallow you whole, is she?”

  She could fucking do that any day of the week, Luke.

  “Nah. She’s harmless,” I said.

  “Harmless?” she asked.

  “Those are fightin’ words with her,” Luke said, grinning. “Use them sparingly. She’ll kick your ass.”

  “I’d like to see her try,” I said.

  “Keep calling me bullshit things like that and you will,” she said.

  “Luke? Did you find the box?”

  Darlene pattered around the corner as her eyes scanned the room before she huffed in frustration.

  “I swear, I have no idea what your father did with that box,” Darlene said.

  “Is it possible it’s still up in the attic?” Luke said.

  “I don’t know, I can’t get up in that area of the house,” Darlene said.

  “I could give it a go, if you’d like,” I said.

  “Really, Tyler? Oh, that would be fantastic,” Darlene said.

  I saw Amber roll her eyes, and I couldn’t help but stifle a smirk. Something told me that Darlene had hoped I would offer the moment she started into the room, and who was I to deprive a damsel in distress of her hero?

  “Just show me where to climb, Mrs. D,” I said.

  “Oh! I have a nickname now,” she said. “I’ve never had a nickname before.”

  And I shook my head as the three of us started for the stairs, leaving Amber behind to finish off the Christmas tree.

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  Chapter 1

  Ellison

  “How’s that leg coming, Michael?” I asked.

  “Complete bullshit, that’s how it’s coming,” he said. “That trip is a hell of an important one, and now I can’t even fucking go.”

  “Wel
l, we gotta figure out who’s gonna replace you,” I said.

  “There isn’t anyone, you know that. I know this company inside and out, L. Who the hell do you have that knows this like I do?”

  “Well, if you’d kept your balance while you were on top, you wouldn’t be in this position,” I said, smirking.

  “I didn’t fucking break my leg fucking my girlfriend, L. I broke it falling down the stairs.”

  “She was that good?” I asked.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’d like those details, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

  “Hey, you get all the details of my life.”

  “Not that I ask for them,” he said.

  “Oh, come on. You use my moves in bed all the time,” I said.

  “What the hell’s wrong with you, L? I wouldn’t use your fucking moves if I was—”

  “You sayin’ your girl isn’t good enough for my moves?” I asked.

  “Jesus! Forget it, L. So, who the hell are you gonna take on this trip?” he asked.

  “Only two choices I can see—Sheila Brown or Charlene Simpson,” I said.

  “Are you kidding? You mean our premier VP of sales or some new chick that just got promoted? Sheila would hit it out of the park with potential investors. She’s also hot as hell, so she could shove her tits up and mesmerize them, then hit them with some numbers that would practically stroke their cocks hard. They’d sign their money away to us just for a chance at sticking their cock between her tits.”

  “You’re horrible, stop it. And besides, if that’s really the deciding factor, Charlene’s tits are bigger than Sheila’s,” I said.

  “So, you’ve been eyeing her,” Mike said, smirking.

  And honestly, who the hell wouldn’t? Charlene had vibrant red hair with freckles sprayed all over. Her milky skin probably had the same tint as the juices I knew I could coax out of her with my tongue, and for a moment I daydreamed about her thick lips around my cock. Her fierce green eyes always stared directly through me whenever she was talking with me, and I knew if I could get her on this trip, she’d be a shark.

  This woman had quickly worked her way up the ranks of my billion-dollar company, and she didn’t suck one dick to get there. She worked her ass off day and night to get where she was, and she never once had to flaunt her body in order to do it. But, I knew what was underneath all those clothes. Her pencil skirts smoothed over an ass I wanted to take a bite out of, and her tits sat underneath fluttering clothes. She might have kept her cleavage to herself, but I knew the round, perky nipples that were underneath those clothes.

  If I could get her on this trip, I could probably get her to slide out of them just for me.

  “Look, you know I don’t do interoffice relationships. That’s not my thing. So, it’s probably better I take Charlene with me anyway,” I said.

  “But Sheila would be a spitfire. She’d be sure to close this thing. You sure you wanna take on some bullshit with a newbie?” Mike asked.

  “I’m sure. Charlene could use the international experience, especially moving up in the company as fast as she did. That woman puts in hours I’ve only pulled on my longest days in the office, and if I could groom her to be a shark, she’d be a better tool than Sheila any day.”

  “Plus, Sheila wants to hop on your dick, and you don’t like that,” he said, grinning.

  “I’d turn her your way if I didn’t think she’d break your other leg,” I said.

  “For the last time, I didn’t break my leg screwing my girlfriend, L.”

  “So you say, Mike. So you say.”

  “But really, you sure she can handle these kinds of investors?” Mike asked.

  “If we’re judging it by the size of their tits, it’s a definite yes.”

  “I’m serious now. You think she can do this?” he asked.

  “I can handle the investors. You forget I was the one who built this company. She needs this international experience if I’m gonna have someone who can come on these trips with me.”

  “My leg’s not gonna be broken forever,” he said.

  “You’re a shark, but you’re my only shark. If I could groom another one, I could have one on the home front as well as internationally. The two of you could switch off trips, and I’d have someone to fall back on if you broke your hip while licking your girlfriend’s pussy, and it would be better for the company in the long run. Plus, it would give me a chance to see how she works, just to make sure she’s right for the position before I solidify her spot in the company.”

  “For the last time, L—”

  “Good shit, take a joke,” I said, chuckling. “I just need your concurrence, Mike.”

  This international trip to Helsinki was a big deal. Investors from all over the world would meet up with us, and if we played our cards right it would be the only time we’d have to do this all year. I could close with the old investors and snag some new ones, and in the process I could see if I could work my way underneath that tight little pencil skirt of Charlene’s. Yes, I frowned upon interoffice romances, but if she wanted to suck my dick to thank me for letting her come on this trip, I wouldn’t turn it down.

  Not if I could get a sweet look at that rack she was carrying.

  “I think all that sounds good, as long as you can promise that some of these investors will be snagged. I know they can if I go, and I know they’d practically beg if Sheila went, but I’m not so sure with Charlene,” he said.

  “What the fuck am I, chopped liver?” I asked.

  “If you’re comfortable with it, than so am I. Just update me every once in a while.”

  “Yes, Mom. I can do that,” I said, grinning.

  “So, if you aren’t wanting to wiggle your way underneath Charlene’s clothes, things must be going well with that supermodel of yours. What was her name? Jodi?” he asked.

  “Eh, she’s already gone,” I said.

  “The fuck? L, she was smoking hot. Legs for days, sun-kissed skin, tits that just fell into the palm of your hand. And she wasn’t afraid to eat.”

  “You’ve always liked women with appetites,” I said.

  “Hey. I like feeding them food. So what?”

  “That how you broke your leg? Trying to dig a strawberry out of her asshole or what?” I asked.

  “Holy shit, L. I fell down the fucking stairs. Get over it.”

  “You’re just such an easy target,” I said.

  “So was Jodi. So, what the hell happened?”

  “She’s just like the rest, dude. Wants my money, wants all the presents, wants me to pamper her. Gets pissed when I have to break dates to work for the money I’m spoiling her with. I want a real partner. I’m over women thinking they can suck my dick then drain my bank account. I feel like I’m hiring legal hookers.”

  “Any other man in your position would be ecstatic at that proposition,” he said.

  “And I was, for a while there. Women fall all over me and practically beg for a piece of this. But, then they want to steal my checkbook and buy themselves a car or bullshit like that. I don’t want a fucking gold digger,” I said.

  “You’re just bored. You’ve slept with all the supermodels Miami has to offer, and they aren’t switching them out fast enough for your dick.”

  “I’m bored, but not with the women. That entire scene is played out. You know I tried to take Jodi on a romantic nighttime helicopter flight over the ocean while we ate chocolate-covered fruit? Fucking full moon and all this bullshit, and her? She was pissed that I didn’t take her to dinner.”

  “Did you lick her pussy to apologize?” Mike asked.

  “Nope. Didn’t wanna break my hip,” I said, chuckling at my own joke.

  “I give up,” he said.

  “Exactly. I’m over the gold diggers, no matter how hot they are. Find me a woman who wants me for more than my money, and I’ll show you a man who will lick her pussy every damn morning just so she wakes up with an orgasm.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to do that anyway?” he aske
d.

  “I don’t fucking know anymore,” I said.

  “L, everything’s gonna be fine. You’ve broken up with Jodi because she pissed you off during one of the most stressful times of your business year. Take the trip with Charlene, see how she works, snag some new investors, schmooze the old ones, then come back and get Jodi a gift that will make her wanna drop to your knees and pull your dick out right there. You can’t expect a woman to date a billionaire and not wanna be spoiled.”

  “Your girlfriend demands your money like that?” I asked.

  “Only when I can keep my balance in bed,” Mike said. “Just think about it. Put your mind to the task at hand, try not to fuck the new girl, then come back and go get Jodi. You know she’ll take you back.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll think about it. Take care of that leg, Michael.”

  I cut the call with him and leaned back in my chair. The flight manifest put me leaving in the morning and I still had to inform Charlene she was going with me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get those beautiful tits out of my mind when my secretary walked in.

  “How’s Mr. Jeffries, sir?” she asked.

  “Doing alright. Listen, contact the travel agency and let him know there’s been a change to the manifest. Instead of Michael Jeffries traveling with me, Charlene Simpson will be. Then, notify Miss Simpson and tell her she’ll be traveling with me in the morning,” I said.