Billionaire Stepbrother's Homecoming Page 4

  The ladies all chimed in, “Blue Bonnet is our favorite!”

  “Your wish is my command,” he said.

  Evelyn leaned in and said proudly, “I was teaching them about the cloud.” She lifted her hands and proceeded to type in the air. The ladies leaned in as if they really expected to see something materialize out of thin air. Billy and I laughed so hard we almost cried.

  As we pulled up to the buffet, Billy reached over and grabbed Evelyn’s hand. “Mom, would you mind if we dropped you guys off and picked you up in an hour? I have a terrible craving for taffy from Adventure Park.”

  “Oh no, Honey. You two go have fun.”

  They were a sight to behold with their floral dresses and sensible shoes. “They’re so adorable,” I said. “Let me post a picture of them.” I reached up and pushed buttons on an imaginary computer like Evelyn.

  Billy fell back on the seat laughing and motioned for me to move next to him. “Nice touch wearing red again.”

  The limo moved while I was crouched and sent me tumbling into him. “I believe this is how the trouble started last time,” I said with a laugh.

  He fiddled nervously with the fabric of my dress. “Did you think about what I said?”

  I nodded. “I want to know more.”

  He grabbed my face and kissed me. His lips were gentle and soft. “I’ve missed you so much, Sis.”

  We both froze. I sat up and smacked my hand on the dividing window. “Driver! Stop!” The limo came to a halt. I looked at him and released a sigh before I slid to the door and opened it.

  “Wait! I’m sorry. It just slipped out!”

  I exited the limo and closed the door. Make him sweat. I waited a few moments before opening the door to find Billy leaning forward with his head in his hands. He looked up with sad, surprised eyes. I reached out with my hand and said, “Hi! I’m Ariel. We are not fucking related.”

  A smile cracked across his face as he shook my hand. “I’m Billy. Nice to meet you Ariel-we-are-not-fucking-related,” he said with a laugh. “You almost killed me there. I thought you weren’t coming back.”

  “I’m a jerk sometimes,” I said as I sprang forward and tackled him. “Just wanted to clarify the situation.” I covered his face with kisses and reached down towards his zipper.

  “Whoa! No foreplay?”

  I shook my head and smiled as I yanked his pants down to his ankles. Still commando after all this years. I pulled down my panties and twirled them on my finger before tossing them behind me. “We can have afterplay. I’m not missing my chance this time.” I straightened him out against the back cushion and straddled his lap.

  He grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed, drawing me closer so my lips slid along his shaft. It was long and strong and warm against me. I moaned as my wet opening hugged his swollen tip. His fingertips pressed into my flesh as I brought my hips down and filled every inch of space inside me with his cock. We both released gasps as the perfect fit took our breath away. He continued the long slide in until his balls smacked against me. His eyes closed tightly and his head fell back in ecstasy when he was completely surrounded by my warmth.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and rocked my hips back and forth. I leaned in and kissed him, which seemed to turn him on more than anything. Each time our lips and tongues made contact, his moaning grew louder and his hips thrust up wildly. He increased his speed and depth inside me. “Yesss. Fuckkk!” I groaned as I continued to grind against him. My moaning grew louder as I started to cum all over his cock. Billy’s face scrunched up as he started to quiver and make several final deep thrusts. I could feel his cock throb as he shot his load deep inside me.

  Our juices mixed together as we held our position and tried to catch our breath. He took my faces in both hands and kissed me gently. “Finally. It only took five years, two months and five days,” he said softly.

  I shook my head. “One. The slate is clean.”

  We held each other tightly without saying a word. This is day one and anything is possible.

  Epilogue

  Billy and I got married a year later and got started on a family of our own, starting with a couple of parakeets.

  AB-Positive Prosthetics has done really well, helping people all over the world. I do all the graphic design stuff for the marketing materials— and I’ve gotten very good at making homemade taffy.

  Evelyn was thrilled by the announcement that we were dating and has blessed our union from the beginning. She’s gone on to surprise us all with her hit YouTube channel, “Evelyn Talks Tech.” She’s slowly learning computers, but still doesn’t quite understand “the cloud.”

  Here’s a sneak peak inside another one of Stephanie’s sizzling stories:

  Stepbrother Reunion

  “Leanna.” Tristan was giving me that look again, the one that made me go all gooey inside as his eyes bored into my soul and made me feel like he was reading my mind. “Do you remember when Dad and your mom were married? Do you remember us living together at all?”

  I furrowed my brow and set my wineglass on the little coffee table that sat in front of the sofa we were sitting on. I was sitting sideways, my back leaning against the padded armrest of the cowhide upholstery with my knees bent against the sofa back, my feet on the cushion. Tristan sat opposite me, also sideways, one long leg stretched out so his stockinged foot tickled my ankle, his other foot on the floor.

  I slowly shook my head from side to side, “Not really. I remember you, of course. I remember you as Michael. But I don’t really remember spending much time together. Why?”

  Tristan moved forward, coming toward me. My heart began to flutter like a swarm of panicked moths were trying to escape its confines suddenly. He placed his hands on my knees, his eyes locked on mine.

  Was I still breathing? I couldn’t tell.

  “You don’t remember your promise?” He smiled softly.

  I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I swallowed hard, my eyes unable to move from his stare, “No?”

  “You promised you would marry me.” His smile could melt the polar ice caps. His voice was low and soft, it washed over me, his hands moving slowly from my knees over my thighs.

  He seemed to expect an answer, but I wasn’t sure what the question was. “I did?” I giggled a little, not sure what he expected of me.

  “I know you were just a little girl.” He gave me a lopsided grin, “But you were my first love, Lee. I thought we were going to grow up and live happily ever after and be together forever. I didn’t care if our parents were married, it didn’t matter to me. I always knew you were the perfect girl for me.” His chin was resting lightly on my knees and his hands had slipped down to where the tops of my thighs were pressed against my abdomen.

  “I was so mad at Dad when he moved us out of state. I lost your email address and I couldn’t find you online anywhere. You know I started hiking to get past how mad I was about losing you. It took a long time for me to get over being mad at our parents for breaking up and taking me away from you.” His voice was a low whisper now, taking on a husky quality that sent hot, thick, waves tumbling through my body down to the core of my being. All I could feel was the heat where his hands were resting on my thighs, and the heat just a little farther down, where my body ached to feel his touch.

  I stammered a little. I felt like I needed to say something but I didn’t know what. It seemed ridiculous to offer to marry him now. I’d only really known him for a week, but I was certainly willing to consider it for the future. If he would just move a little closer. Just let me taste the wine on his lips. Let me feel his breath against my cheek. Let me touch those soft waves of dark hair as they tumbled against my face.

  My feet slid across the sofa, the barrier my knees had offered crumbling away like any reservations I may have had about taking the next step.

  Tristan’s hands moved slightly higher, gripping my hips firmly as he used his new hold to simultaneously pull me closer to him while pulling himself toward me
. His lips brushed against mine, hesitant for only a second before accepting the invitation of my mouth opening against his.

  As our kiss deepened, our tongues exploring and probing against each other. Our new position on the couch forced his pelvis against mine, my thighs spread, allowing him to press himself against my body. I felt him pressing into the crevice between my legs and I couldn’t resist the urge to push back against the hard ridge I felt growing within the confines of the jeans he was wearing.

  “I thought I’d never see you again.” He breathed against my skin as his mouth left a trail of fire where ever his lips touched me, “You’re so beautiful, Lee, and smart.” He was mumbling his words into my sweater as his hands moved under the hem and began lifting it up. “I never thought you’d grow up to be so damn….” He’d pulled my sweater up over my breasts and his hands had freed my breasts from my bra. His mouth locked down over one of my nipples, sending piercing little lightning bolts coursing through my body, causing liquid heat to pool between my legs.

  My mind raced against the feel of his lips, his breath hot against my flesh, his hands cradling the contours of my bosom and sliding over my midriff on their way to the fly of my jeans.

  I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want every kiss, every touch, every spiraling sensation that was moving through me at this moment. But he was my brother, wasn’t he? Even if he’d only been family for a short time, did that make it OK? Was it acceptable if I didn’t really remember him very well from back then?

  How did it work? Once a stepbrother, always a stepbrother?

  His hands had my jeans undone and he was pulling them over my hips, causing me to slide further down on the couch. Under him. He moved lower to pull the fabric from my legs and free my feet. And then he was on me, starting at my navel and working his way down, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding them apart.

  I arched my back and tangled my hands in those thick dark locks of hair as his mouth reached my softest places and began a sweet torture to drive any further concerns of our forbidden past from my mind.

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  Other books by Stephanie Brother:

  Stepbrother Reunion

  Stepbrother Hangover

  Stepbrother Confession

  Discovered by my Stepbrother

  Stepbrother Beloved

  Stepbrother Holiday

  Billionaire Stepbrother Obsession

  Stepbrother Forbidden

  Stepbrother’s Inheritance

  Stepbrother Savior

  Stepbrother, My Love

  From Stepbrother to Lover

  Stepbrother Revealed

  Billionaire Stepbrother’s Offer

  Billion Dollar Stepbrother

  Romanced by my Billionaire Stepbrother

  My Stepbrother Rocks: Opening Act

  Series

  Stepbrother Breaks Bad

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Seduced for Revenge

  Stepbrother’s Revenge-Part 1

  Stepbrother’s Revenge-Part 2

  CRAVE: My Billionaire Stepbrother

  Book 1

  Book 2

  Book 3

  Stepbrother: Caught in the Act

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Part 3

  Taboo Romance with A Billionaire

  Book 1

  Book 2

  Torn by my Two Stepbrothers Series

  Book 1

  Book 2

  2 Stepbrothers. 1 innocent Girl Series

  Sins of the Stepbrothers

  Deceit of the Stepbrothers

  Lies of the Stepbrothers

  Find more titles on Amazon or Stephanie’s website.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.

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