Stepbrother, My Love Page 2
Oh.
Right.
“Oh. My. God! It is, isn’t it!?”
He’d almost forgotten that was the nickname he’d gone by when he was a kid, and of course that’s what she would know him as.
William. Billy. William. Liam.
Jenny squealed and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he bent to catch her.
“Oooof!” He laughed as she almost knocked the wind out of him.
“Billy! Why didn’t you tell me you were in town! Oh my God! Look at you!” She was grinning at him with a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. There was the Jenny he remembered.
She gestured down at herself. “God! And look at me! I’m a mess!” She laughed. “I guess it’s a good thing your boss isn’t around to see me looking like this anyway, huh?”
“Uh… yeah, I guess so!”
She punched him playfully. “So this is why Mr. McAllister asked for me specifically! You devil, you! You wanted to surprise me, didn’t you!?”
He smiled.
“You never answered my last letter, you know—,” she wagged her finger at him. “I was very hurt by that!”
Her letters. He’d almost forgotten about her letters. She’d written him monthly after he’d moved away, and he’d written back so infrequently. Just a postcard here or there.
He’d tried writing longer letters to her, but they all turned into the same refrain.
I want you.
I want you.
I want you.
He’d never mailed those letters, stuffing them under his bed out of sight.
One day, while cleaning, his mother had found them. She had lost it— completely lost it. Called him disgusting, perverted, and forbidden him from contacting Jenny ever again. She was convinced they’d been fooling around while she had still been married to Jenny’s father and no protests to the contrary would change her mind. She had destroyed all the letters and, in the days before the Internet, he hadn’t known how to get back in touch with her.
Then, later, he hadn’t known what to say. Jenny was the one with the gift of gab, not him. He was perpetually tongue-tied in her presence. Fortunately, that was never something that seemed to matter to her.
Liam let himself get carried away in the memory. He ushered her past the foyer through the formal living room, and into the massive kitchen. He put a tea kettle on the stove. “You need something to warm you up,” he said.
She whistled appreciatively as she looked around the rooms, poking her nose into every doorway as she waited for the kettle to boil, reminding him of the way she would do that when they were kids. She had tried to teach him to whistle but he had never quite mastered it.
“So— what are you doing here? When did you start working for Mr. McAllister? Why didn’t you tell me you were back in town? God— it must be— what? Ten years since I last saw you…?”
“Fifteen,” He murmured. But who was counting, right?
Who was he kidding?
He had counted every second he had been away from her.
He watched her appreciatively as she talked a mile-a-minute. Underneath all the mess, and frizzy hair, and dirt it was still his Jenny.
His Jenny.
He knew that now.
He had wondered if seeing her would cure this spell he’d been under, if it would turn out his memory had been playing tricks on him all these years. No woman had ever been able to compete with the image he held in his heart of Jenny, and he had built her up on such a high pedestal that he knew it was impossible for a real woman to actually be all the things he remembered her to be.
But now, watching her, every moment he watched Jenny’s animated and cheerful face was a moment he fell even deeper under her spell. She captivated him and entranced him with her graceful movements and her joie de vivre. It was one of the things he’d loved the most about her— how she could always remain cheerful in the face of adversity.
He listened with half an ear as she told him about her special needs kids, her overbearing boss, her car trouble, the snowstorm that had caused her to be late… And suddenly she sighed again, putting her pointed chin on her hand as she exclaimed-
“Oh, it’s so good to see you again, Billy!”
He decided it was probably time to correct her— he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she found out that the young, awkward teen she’d once known was the famous billionaire, ‘Mr. McAllister.’
“Actually,” he said with feigned casualness, “I don’t go by Billy anymore— I thought it was a bit childish. I went back to my given name when we moved back West and then—”
“-Oh!?” Jenny blurted out. She grinned at him, cutting him off, “Yes! I do think William suits you much better!”
She didn’t stop for a breath as she continued. She was a ball of energy, pulling his hand, “Oh, you do have to show me around this place! It’s actually rather nice we have it to ourselves, isn’t it?! Now we can poke around and snoop, and see how a billionaire lives! Oh! But then again, you probably know, don’t you!?”
Had she finally figured it out…?
“How long have you worked for Mr. McAllister?” She asked him again.
“Well,” He cleared his throat. Liam tried to come clean again, “Actually, I guess you could say that I’ve been with him right from the very beginning, because—“
“Really!? Wow! You know, I thought about you a lot over the years!” She smiled at him and he felt his throat clench. “I always knew you’d do well for yourself though!”
“You did?” He tried to remain casual, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way that he clenched his jaw with anticipation.
“Yeah! I was worried about you! Your mom was kind of nuts… Well,” she admitted ruefully. “I guess my dad wasn’t much better, huh? But at least we had each other.” She smiled up at him.
Yes. He had to agree. At least they’d had each other.
She gratefully accepted the cup of tea he handed her, the warm steam rising up from the porcelain cup. She looked down at it appreciatively, and whistled again. “Limoges. Nice. This cup probably costs as much as I make in a month. This is a good two-grand, easy!”
Liam looked at the cup she was holding, “Really? I had no idea!”
He really didn’t. He had let the interior designer he’d hired pick out everything. He had just signed the bills she’d put in front of him. What was a couple thousand here or there when you were spending millions, after all?
Jenny looked up and Liam’s surprised face. “Bill—I mean, William,” she teased, “Rich people are not like you and me! Dare I ask how many of these cups you’ve broken?”
“You remember too much- “ Now it was his turn to tease her. She had traded chores with him after he’d broken a few too many dishes when loading the dishwasher.
Jenny took a deep swallow of the warm tea. “Ahhh…” She paused, looking up at him. Her face settled into a bemused half smile. “You remembered. You remembered how I take my tea…after all these years…” Her voice held a questioning tone.
Of course he remembered, he thought to himself. He remembered everything about her. If he could have majored in the topic of “Jenny Albright” at college, he surely would have.
He shrugged it off with feigned nonchalance, as he wiped down the counter.
Jenny watched him, realizing as she did so that he wasn’t the young teen she had once known. Well, of course logically she knew he wasn’t. He had grown older, and so had she.
She watched the way his muscles moved under his nicely tailored clothing. He was tall and very fit. Where his muscular frame could have been imposing and intimidating, his attentiveness to her made him seem like a gentle giant.
Time had been very kind to him.
Jenny was suddenly very aware of the thin lines of crow’s feet that kissed the corners of her eyes, and the way she had put on weight around her mid-section in the past few years. She didn’t have the metabolism of a teenager anymore, that was for sure.
No, she wasn’t a teenager anymore and…
…And neither was her brother.
She mentally corrected herself.
Step. Brother.
Suddenly that “step” part seemed very important.
Self-consciousness returned to her as the tea warmed her body. She flushed, knowing what a mess she must be.
“Um… So… Do you think there might be a place where I could get cleaned up? And I should probably call for a tow-truck…”
“Don’t be ridiculous! You have to stay the night! You can’t go anywhere in this!” Liam barked, a little too quickly. He gestured to the window where the swirling wind was tossing snow, making it impossible to see anything. “Let me show you to a room.”
“Oh! I couldn’t impose! I’d hate for Mr. McAllister to find out that not only did I miss our meeting, but I then crashed his place and spent the night in his mansion too? I’ll never get that donation!”
“Donation? Oh, right…”
“Where do the servants stay? And where is everyone else?” Jenny came up to Liam, putting her hand on his arm. The electricity he felt when she touched him was immediate. He felt his cock stiffen, his pulse speed up. “
“There are only a few people who come up to clean and take care of the exterior, but they were sent home today because of the weather. There’s an apartment for servants above the garage—.” Liam said, thinking out-loud. But the moment the words were out of his mouth he regretted it.
“Great! That’s settled then.” She said brightly. “I can spend the night in your apartment with you! It will be just like old times…”
He should tell her the truth.
He should.
Shouldn’t he?
“Now, do you mind showing me the way so I can take a bath and get out of these clothes?”
Liam’s cock jumped. Any thoughts of telling her the truth in that moment went right out the window.
“Follow me…”
***
Part IV.
If bodies could hum, Jenny’s was humming. She lay in the large marble tub in a bathroom that was bigger than her apartment. It made her want to laugh at the absurdity of it. The warm water and bubbles swirled around her with the whirr of the Jacuzzi.
The mysterious Mr. McAllister was the furthest thing from her mind now as she felt the tension in her body ease, and her thoughts turned to her stepbrother instead. Her hand slowly reached between her thighs, and she imagined him there.
Her soft hand rubbed her mons and the other reached up to her breasts, pulling gently at the nipple. She moved closer to a jet at the foot of the tub and felt the water swirl wildly over her pussy.
She moaned softly.
In the bedroom of the apartment above the 11 car garage, Liam was pacing. He had intended to set up the bed for her… only to discover that his industrious housekeeper had already done so. No matter how many times he told Mrs. Cook she didn’t need to keep all twenty rooms and 4 servants quarters at the ready, she insisted that one never knew when he might have guests.
This, despite that fact that he had never had guests.
Business acquaintances? Yes. Obligations to relatives? Yes. Guests? Never.
He was going to tell her the truth— he didn’t know why he hadn’t told her yet— why he’d let her assume he was just one of Mr. McAllister’s servants instead of… Mr. McAllister himself.
But no, he did know.
He wanted her to want him for himself. Not the trappings of wealth that were inconsequential to him, but seemed to matter a great deal to all the women he was with. Not all the things he could give her, though he would give her the moon if she wanted it.
No, he wanted Jenny to want Billy. The young teenager who hadn’t a friend in the world, but who had been loved by his stepsister.
He wanted Jenny to love Liam, the man. The one who had achieved everything, but still had nothing if he didn’t have her by his side to share it with him.
And then… A sound from the bathroom echoed.
He heard her moan. And then she moaned again.
He rushed to the door, his concern growing.
Had she slipped? Fallen? Was she hurt? Did she need him?
He pushed the door open.
And there he saw her.
She was resplendent in her naked glory. Lost to herself, in the throes of her own passion.
Her breasts were heaving with labored breaths, and her hand was moving swiftly at the juncture of her thighs beneath the water.
Oh.
Ohhhhh.
Fuck.
Liam’s cock sprang to full attention. His desire had barely been restrained before, but seeing her lost to herself proved to be his undoing.
Without realizing what he was about, he approached her. He needed to touch her, to feel her warm flesh under his hand. He had become driven, outside of himself, as though a laughing God was now in charge of his fate. His hand cupped her breast as she reached the height of her orgasm.
Shocked, Jenny felt an electric tingle shoot up her nipple and through her whole body when her grabbed her soft, yielding flesh.
“Ohh!!” She gasped.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide and shocked. “Oh! Billy!”
His thumb traced the curve of her lip. His voice was hoarse with desire. “Jenny…?”
She understood the question contained in her name.
She stood up, the water rolling in rivulets down her body, accentuating her curves and highlighting her dark skin.
She was Venus rising from the waters, only Venus had not been this goddamned beautiful, he thought to himself.
Jenny felt self-conscious as she felt his hungry stare, feeling every stretch-mark, every bit of skin that was not as taut as it used to be. She grabbed a towel in an attempt to cover herself.
“Jen—,” Liam took the towel from her as she stepped out of the bath. Reverently he used the cloth and dried her body. He lingered at her breasts, at her buttocks, and then—
He was on his knees before her burying his face in her pussy…
“No! No…!!” Jenny was coming to her senses. They couldn’t do this— could they?
“Billy,” her voice said in an aching whisper as her hands threaded through his hair, “We can’t do this! It’s wrong! You’re my brother!”
“Jenny— Oh, Jenny. Tell me you haven’t wanted this. Tell me you don’t want me now, and I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”
“I don’t— I— I—,” Her voice came out in half-choked sobs. “We can’t! What would my dad say? What would your mom say?”
He looked up at her, his eyes hungry with desire, a magnetic pull joining them together— one she felt powerless to deny.
In one movement he swept her into his arms and he carried her into the bedroom.
Her sweet face looked up at him warily, and he caught the flush in her cheeks, the excitement she was trying to conceal as she licked her full and parted lips. He could see slightly down her body, see the curve and fullness of her breasts as they moved freely under the fabric of the towel.
He wanted her.
He wanted her like he had never wanted anything or anyone in his life. He would do whatever it took to have her.
Now. Now it had to be now.
He couldn’t wait any longer. The bulge in his pants was in control of everything now, his hard insistent cock needed a home, and it had to be with his delicious sister. He had to feel her sweet full body under him, her softness taking his hardness, his desire overcoming, overpowering her.
“Wha—what are you staring at?” Jenny whispered tremulously. She tried to wiggle free from him, but he held her too tightly. She sensed his intention before he moved, and she tried to stand. But it was too late.
His mouth caught hers in an agonizing kiss. This was no brotherly peck, no familial devotion— nothing like other kisses he had given her when they were teenagers.
This was hard, insistent, and demanding.
He coaxed he
r, his lips on hers, willing her to open to him.
“No!” She managed to gasp. “No! Billy! We can’t! It’s so wrong!”
“I need you,” He groaned.
“What will mom and dad say?” his lips were on her neck, her breath was coming in gasps. She tried again to pull away. “You can’t! You can’t do this!”
His hand was snaking between her legs, trying to push her full thighs apart. His fingers clawed at her flesh, her ripe womanly flesh. “Let me. Let me..”
His voice reverberated against her neck as he left a trail of wet kisses there, sending shivers up her spine. Her nipples hardened to rock-hard points in response. “You know you want this as much as I do,” He groaned into her hair, and then descended on her mouth again.
He quickly pushed aside the flimsy towel, and it fell to a puddle on the floor, leaving her bare and exposed. She put her hands up to protect herself.
Liam gently, but firmly, pushed her hands aside and lowered his lips to suckle on the bright pink cherry of one nipple while his other hand rolled and pinched the other.
“Ooohhhhhh…ahhhhh…” Jenny gasped and groaned, disbelieving that this was actually happening. She had had dirty thoughts of this, played with herself dreaming of her brother taking her in this way, but she had never dreamt it could possibly happen.
“N—n00000000… oh. Oh! Ohhhhh….” She moaned out, not sure if she was asking him to stop or never to stop.
“You know you want this,” he said, “I can feel you do. I have wanted you for so long…”
His hands pulled on her hair, causing her to arch her back as she leaned into the chaise. He ran his hand along her neck and collarbone, raining kisses in a path to her breasts as he did so.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all these years?” He murmured, his voice deep and enthralling. “This. This. It’s always this.”
He looked into her eyes, to be sure she understood him. His voice was hoarse with desire. “It’s always you. It’s always been you.”
“Ohhh…! Oh!” Her breath was coming in short staccato gasps.
“I’ve been wanting to hold you, to love you, to fuck you, ever since that day I walked in on you in the shower when we were in high school. Do you remember?”