Stepbrother, My Love Page 3

  His teeth were nibbling at her nipples. “My , my gorgeous, impossible, unobtainable sister. You’ve been torturing me for years with your short skirts, and wandering around braless. All those times you would lean against me at the movies, so close—my hand was always so close to reaching your perfect breasts. The promised land.”

  “Yes…. Yes……” Jenny moaned, her hands now threading through his hair, holding his head close to her chest as he suckled hungrily. “Oh, Billy, it’ so wrong to want you—b—but I do. I do. Oh, fuck yes, I do! Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m asking my brother to fuck me, but I want you. Yes, yes, I want you.” Jenny was writhing beneath him, her soft lush body pressing against his desperately.

  With that encouragement, Liam hastily rid himself of his shirt and his trouser bottoms, kicking them aside. He laid Jenny back fully on the bed.

  “Ohhhhhh…” he groaned, a deep guttural sound, looking at her, taking her in. His cock was aching with desire, straight and hard, pulsing with the beating of his fevered heart. He wanted to be in her.

  He wanted to be in her So. Damned. Bad.

  He moved to her thighs, but she stopped him—“Wait..!” she said with a trembling voice, her fears and emotions laid bare in that one word. “Wait! I don’t know if I…if I can do this! Billy!?” She looked at him with pleading eyes.

  He growled and leaned forward, claiming her lips with his once more, pulling her head to his forcefully, holding her there—feeling her resistance to his kiss, until—finally, he felt her melt in his arms and then give in, going limp.

  He pulled back and looked down at her, her shimmering emerald eyes staring up at him. She raised a hand and ran it along her stepbrother’s brow, feeling his sweat, his hot and fevered yearnings, then traced his jaw with her fingers. “I—I never imagined…”

  “—I know.” He cut her off. “I know.. Wordlessly she shook her head. He smiled, and bent to kiss her forehead in a tender, brotherly fashion, and then lowered his lips again and gave her a searing, scorching kiss that was anything but familial.

  It suddenly seemed only fitting, only right, that she should be with the person who had loved her the longest, knew her the best, desired her the most.

  “Ohhh….” She moaned again. Her body was on fire, her breasts rose and fell with every labored breath, the kissing cherries at the upturned tips moving enticingly with her undulations. His hand was on her mons, rubbing her, finding her secret spot and caressing it in just the right way.

  She reached for him then, reached for his jutting member, feeling the silky smoothness of his cut cock as it came alive under her fingers. It was so big, so vibrant, so essential to who he was. She began moving her fingers over him tentatively at first, mimicking the rhythm he had established on her clit.

  “Oh, God, ! Oh…..” Liam threw his head back, arching his body closer to her. “Fuck! Ohh….oh my god, yes, fuck….” His hips jutted forward in her hands and then tentatively she pulled herself up onto her elbows so she could reach the glans of his prick with her lips.

  Liam forced himself to be still even though all he wanted to do was wrap his hand in her dark hair and force his cock past those sweet lips. He didn’t want to do anything to startle or upset his sister though, and when she finally brushed the tip of his cock with her tongue it was all he could do not to explode right then and there.

  “Shit… Oh yes, yes…” He pulled her head to his dick, and she opened her mouth wider and then wider still to accommodate him. Her eyes were wide, shocked by his girth and how he filled her mouth completely, and yet he was not even half way in. He began thrusting in and out in a frantic way, wanting to bury himself in her. She gagged, choking a bit, and he let up.

  “Oh, god! I’ve never wanted anyone like this, Ohhh….Only you, Jenny, only you…”

  He moaned as she took him into her mouth again, her delicate hands playing with his balls as his own fingers snaked beneath the leg of her panties to play a drumbeat on her clit.

  Soon they were both lost, both writhing together in agony and pleasure, both all in one, the desire, pure unadulterated desire, overwhelming any last remnants of shame they might have felt.

  “I need…! I need….” Jenny managed to gasp out, her hips undulating wildly under his fingers as he snuck first one finger, then two into her tight channel. She gasped and moaned at the same time, his intrusion both delicious in its wickedness and overwhelming in her senses.

  “Ahhhhh…ooooooooohhh….Aaahhhhh!!” She fairly screamed her pleasure.

  “I know, Jenny, I know. I need you. Fuck, I need you. I need to be near you, tasting you, inside of you. I need all of you…” Her stepbrother hastily leaned back and bent his head, and returned her earlier favor. As her legs wrapped around his ears he tasted the heady mix of sweet and salt that was her aroma.

  “Ooooooohhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jenny felt the walls closing in around her, her body stiffening and trembling at the same time.

  “Yes, oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She felt she had been waiting her whole life for this moment. Waiting her whole life for him.

  Him.

  Her Stepbrother .

  He was watching her intently, waiting for the cues that would tell him this was it, this was her climax. Her eyes closed, and her hands were frantic in his hair. He felt her tightness as his fingers pumped in and out of her wet sheath, and he knew the fit of him would be both agony and pleasure.

  As Jenny’s climax approached precipitously, he quickly lifted himself over her, positioning himself at her entrance.

  “Now! Now!” She begged, clawing at him, grasping his tight buttocks closer, attempting to draw him into her. He didn’t waste a moment in complying with her orders.

  The glans of his cock was at her nether lips and at first he pushed in hesitantly wanting to be gentle. But his sister’s movements were too much, her passion too great, her insistence overwhelming. Liam was unable to control himself and plunged deep into her recesses in one fell swoop.

  “Ahhhooooo …. Ghahhhhhhh…oooo…..fuuuuckkkk!” Their voices and cries blended into one and their limbs and bodies entangled as the sounds of their climax.

  Liam pumped, once, twice, three times—trying to hold himself back. Trying to savor this moment he had been waiting for his whole life… but it was too much. She was too much. Her beauty, her wantonness, her passion, her desire for him.

  For him.

  Her stepbrother.

  His stepsister.

  Together at last.

  As they always should have been.

  “Ooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…….” Their climaxes came together, overpowering them, their bodies like ships tossed about by a storm upon the sea.

  They moved as one and clung to each other, buried themselves in each other.

  Liam thrust one last time as far as he could, wanting to sheath himself to the hilt in her pleasurable channel. His cum shot like a geyser, strong and powerful, and a force of nature all of its own.

  “Ahhhhh……….” The last small cries escaped from Jenny’s throat as the last waves of pleasure washed over her.

  “Oh. Oh, Billy! Oh….. Fuck… Oh, my sweet brother. Oh, I love you. Oh, oh…. Never stop fucking me. Oh god… Oh… God…” Her voice trailed off in a whisper as she fell limp in his arms.

  Liam stayed there a moment, savoring the feel of his cock in his sister’s tight pussy, dreading the moment when his flaccid dick would have to leave her. His breath was heavy in her hair, on her neck, on her forehead.

  “Oh, Jenny. Oh, ….” He kissed her, sweetly, delicately, on her forehead and then on her lips which still trembled from her exertions. “Oh, I love you. Oh, I never want to stop loving you. Fuck….”

  They lay like that for several minutes, letting the heavy air hang over them, the smell of sex, and sweat, and wooden fireplace comingling. Their breathing slowed, and finally they began to stir.

  Liam rolled himself off of his stepsister, but pulled her close to him, wrapping her in his arms, as he threw a
heavy woolen blanket over them. His head bent to kiss the top of her head as his hands brushed her hair, her cheek, her breasts.

  He listened as logs in the fire crackled and burned, feeling a bliss and peace he had not thought possible as Jenny lay wrapped in his arms. Her breathing slowed and he sensed she had fallen asleep.

  He buried his face in her damp hair, breathing in her flowery scent. He felt home at last.

  * * *

  Part V.

  To be an early riser was the curse of every school teacher. At 6 a.m. Jenny was wide awake and ready for the day, whether she liked it or not.

  She looked over to where Billy was sleeping beside her, his muscular form sprawled unselfconsciously across the covers. In the light of the dying fire she paused to admire how beautiful he was— like a classical sculpture come to life.

  She hurried into an oversized sweatshirt and flannel pajama bottoms Billy had procured for her last night.

  Last night before—

  Her face flushed uncontrollably.

  On soft feet she slipped out of bed and padded across the small apartment to the kitchen. She poked around the cupboards and found…

  Nothing.

  That was odd. She opened the refrigerator, and again found it empty.

  The closets were bare, there wasn’t any garbage in the trash cans.

  It was… odd.

  Well, she reasoned to herself, perhaps he had just not had time to get settled in yet. After all, Mr. McAllister didn’t visit this estate very often, so clearly Billy hadn’t bothered to make himself at home yet.

  Jenny made her way through the breezeway that connected the servants’ quarters to the main house and found her way through the maze-like mansion back to the kitchen.

  As she put on the kettle and waited for the water to boil she poked around, trying to find something to eat.

  “Bread, jam, cereal, eggs… anything?” She hummed a little tune to herself as she pulled out drawers and opened cupboards, coming up empty.

  In one drawer, near a desk area set off to the side of the kitchen, Jenny found a manila folder that caught her eye. It caught her eye because it was labeled…

  Jenny Albright.

  Her brow furrowed, Jenny opened the folder.

  The first page of the folder was a letter. She read it, her eyes widening with incomprehension and slowly growing anger as she did so.

  Dear Mr. McAllister,

  Enclosed please find the information you asked us to gather over the last year. Thank you for using our investigative services, we look forward to being of help to you in the future.

  Regards,

  Richard Jones

  Private Investigator

  Jones Investigations LLC.

  Flipping through the file Jenny was astonished to find pictures of herself, file clippings of school newsletters and emails to the parents of her students, school board proceedings, pictures of her house, her dog, her friends.

  She felt sick. Her mind was racing. What possible motive…?

  She closed the file quickly, turning to the one beneath it.

  It was labeled Deep Haven Special Education Initiative. In the file folder she found pictures of her dilapidated school, floor plans, appraisal values and…

  A sales contract, pending escrow.

  The next pages had valuations of the land her school was on, as well as schematics for what the site would look like if a shopping mall was in its place.

  The file was thick, but she couldn’t read anymore. Her hands were shaking, she was so upset. She closed it, pushing it away from her.

  Why?

  The question reverberated in her mind. WHY?

  Why had Mr. McAllister done this? Why have her followed? Why buy her school? Out of all the schools in all the country? Why choose her? Why do this?

  She was nobody, nothing! Why focus on her and destroy her dreams? Her livelihood?! The hopes of her children!?

  The whistle of the tea kettle pierced through her clouded thoughts. She moved the kettle off the stove, and that’s when she saw it.

  A stack of mail on the counter.

  A stack of mail addressed to William Gardner McAllister.

  William Gardner.

  Gardner had been her stepmother’s maiden name, a name she knew was Billy’s middle name.

  How had she never realized Liam was a nickname for William before?

  Was it— could it—?

  Her mind struggled to comprehend the pieces she was putting together.

  “Jenny.”

  The voice behind her made her jump.

  “Jenny.”

  She slowly turned to face him, the softly dawning light illuminating the tears on her face.

  She stared at him.

  Liam stared at her. He could see from her accusatory glare that she knew.

  “How could you?” She hissed.

  “Jenny— I tried to tell you—“

  “How hard is it to tell the truth?” The anger in her voice shook him and bewildered him. She threw the stack of mail at him.

  “I didn’t think it would upset you so much—“

  “Not Upset ME!? Then you don’t know me at all, do you? I guess all that sleuthing was for nothing, wasn’t it?”

  “Jen— let’s calm down and talk about this.”

  “What is there to talk about? You’re clearly not the person I thought you were.”

  “What are you saying? Jenny— it’s me! I’m still the same boy you grew up with, that hasn’t changed.” He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to him. He tilted her face up to look at him, her full lips parted in anger.

  “I love you.” He said fiercely, claiming her lips with his own.

  She jerked away from him. “It makes me sick to think I could be with someone like you—, you’ve changed, and I don’t know who you are. I thought I did, but I don’t know you at all!!”

  Liam chased after her. “Don’t go,” he grabbed her arm roughly, “Jenny, don’t go.”

  “Billy— Liam— whoever the hell you are, get your hands off of me!”

  She grabbed her coat from the hall closet, struggling in her anger to put it on.

  “Jen, it’s still freezing out there, and your car is buried in a snow bank. You can’t go out there.”

  “You can’t make me stay.”

  “The hell I can’t.”

  She tried to yank the door open, and he stood in front of it. “I”m not going to let you kill yourself so you can make some asinine point about how you’re mad at me that I kept a few things from you.”

  “A few things?!” her voice was incredulous.

  “Jenny, I thought you’d be happy for me, and I thought we would have a good laugh—“

  “A laugh? You really don’t know me at all!” Her voice was small, she choked back tears. “You think my life, what I do, is small and meaningless in comparison to yours, don’t you? Your big and glamorous billionaire life.”

  “No— I don’t—,” He stood, and immovable fortress as she pounded her fists futilely against him as she tried to get to the door.

  “I can’t— Billy— Liam— William— whoever the fuck you are, I just— I can’t be here now.” Her sobs were coming hard.

  He looked at her tenderly, even with the tears streaming down her face she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

  “Ok.” He said simply.

  “Ok?” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

  “If you want to leave, I won’t keep you here. I’ll drive you back down the mountain myself. I’m not going to let you kill yourself to make a point.” His mouth was set in a hard line.

  * * *

  They made their way down the mountain in near silence. Liam tried to liven things up and tease Jenny into speaking to him, only to be met with stony silence.

  He sighed, “Jenny— Please don’t shut me out.”

  The car pulled up to her street. She didn’t ask how he knew where she lived— the answer was all the
re, all in his folder of spying materials.

  “Billy, you made your choice— profits over people.” Her voice conveyed her disgust. “You’re not who I thought you were.”

  Exasperated he said, “Jen— How can you hold money against me? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away who I was because I wanted to you to see me.”

  She opened the door to the SUV and stepped down. She looked at him steadily. “Yes. And now I see you. And I don’t like what I see. Goodbye, Billy.”

  She slammed the door.

  He watched her curvy figure retreat into her small cottage.

  “This isn’t goodbye, Jenny.” He whispered to her retreating figure. “This isn’t goodbye.

  Part VI.

  2 Months Later.

  She ached for him. How could one night with her stepbrother have left her with this unquenchable thirst for him?

  She woke up in sweats nightly from fevered dreams— dreams in which he made love to her wildly, madly, passionately.

  Billy? Her stepbrother? Or Liam the cold-hearted billionaire? Who was he to her? She didn’t know… All she knew was that she still hadn’t forgiven him for buying the special education school so he could turn it into some God-awful temple to consumerism.

  The Special-Ed program was being dismantled.

  It’s for the best, the Superintendent had said. Those kids need more services than our district can provide. Besides, he said with a shrug, The order is coming from the department of education itself. They sold the building and the land. Nothing more I can do.

  Nothing he wanted to do, thought Jenny bitterly. She only had until the end of the year with her kids, and then… well, that part wasn’t quite clear. When she tried to get clarity, all the answer she would get was “It’s not up to me.”

  Pass the buck.

  As much as her body wanted Liam McAllister, her heart could not forgive him for destroying any chance her kids had at making their own way in the world.

  No amount of flowers, candy, letters, boxes from Tiffany’s or who-knows-what-else Liam was sending her way on a daily basis would sway her. She couldn’t be bought, and she couldn’t turn her back on her kids.

  Her distraction was taking its toll on her work and on her health. She’d caught the stomach flu twice in the past month, and she could never seem to make it to work on time.