My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance) (10 page)

So my dad was riding my ass about getting my work done. I mean fuck, I had the whole summer to do it, and it was just barely July, I didn’t understand why he was getting on me to get it done so quickly. I figured it must have been one of those little tests he did for me. Can Kaleb prove he’s responsible and do his work in advance? Can he run a company this size? Can I trust him with it?

Blah, blah, blah. The more my father tried including himself in my work, the more I didn’t care about it at all. The more I wanted to say “fuck it” and go do my own thing.

But, I knew that wasn’t an option. My father wanted me to take over the family business. It was all he spoke about when it came to my career. So, I was stuck.

And to get on his good side, I decided to go with the family to the barbeque they held every year on the fourth of July in the Hamptons. Getting to hang out with a bunch of boring rich people. Woo hoo. What a great waste of what could have been a really fun day.

At least Olivia was going to be there. I could fuck her silly again.

The fourth was a Saturday. We were going to take the day off work on Friday. She was going up with her mom, I was going up alone, in the Bimmer. After all, we didn’t want to go together. We had never been close as siblings, and didn’t want any questions now of all times.

Our little arrangement had started two weeks ago, and I wasn’t even
close
to being finished with her. Fuck, the more I had her, the more I wanted her even more.

This was intense. She was like a drug. I tried not to think about September, when she’d go away to college, because I knew the withdrawl would be bad. I’d have to buy a shitload of condoms for afterwards.

That was one of my favourite things about Olivia. She was clean, obviously. And she was on birth control. For her cramps. I knew they were bad, it wasn’t like she ever told me, but I noticed that every month she’d take a day or two off from school and stay home puking, like clockwork. Then one day, she stopped.

I had asked her after the first day, she said she was on the pill. That was good, since I’d cum inside her that first time. And unlike most of the girls I slept with, I trusted her completely. So yeah, I fucked her bareback. Every single time. I knew I was clean, I got myself checked regularly, and I only ever used condoms anyway with all my other randoms. I might be reckless, but I wasn’t completely stupid.

I eventually pulled up to the house at the Hamptons. It was pretty fucking nice, I had to give it that much. I loved coming up here in the summer when my parents were working in the city with a bunch of friends, partying for days on end, then hiring cleaners to make all evidence go away before my dad and Olivia’s mom decided to come up for a weekend. It was awesome.

Plus, there were no neighbours for so far away that we could make all the noise we wanted to and no one would ever notice.

There were like, at least 20 cars parked on the street outside. Great.

My mom was the one who had started the tradition of doing a fourth of July barbeque. And to be honest, I always considered it to be
her
thing. I didn’t like the fact that my dad kept the tradition going after she died. And I
really
didn’t like that Olivia’s mom took over from him when she married my dad. I mean, I had nothing against the lady, but the barbeque was my mom’s thing. It wasn’t hers. And maybe it was selfish of me, but every fourth of July I hated the fact that people came to the barbeque that used to be my mom’s thing and enjoy themselves.

Find something else to make your own. This was my mom’s thing.

Forcing the thought out of my head, I parked the car down the street, put on my happy face and made my way to the house. My plan was to find Olivia as quickly as possible, fuck her, spend as little time here as I could get away with, and then go on to a real party somewhere else.

The smell of meat grilling out back filled the air, mingling with the sounds of people having a good time out back. In the kitchen was Olivia and her mom, making salads along with a few other ladies I didn’t know.

“Hi, Kaleb. It’s so lovely to see you made it,” Olivia’s mom told me, with that fake honey sweet voice she saved for when her other rich friends were around.

“Thanks, Carrie,” I muttered back, nodding at the women. I hadn’t even closed the door to the backyard before I could hear the chattering of the hens behind me as they no doubt began to gossip about me. Whatever. Fuck them. My mom never would have gossiped about me.

“Ah! Son! How good of you to make it,” my father boomed from his spot behind the grill, tongs in hand, and an apron that said “kiss the chef”. It was maybe the most dad thing ever. I forced a smile and said hi to a few people.

My uncles were there, Ted and Jeremy. The rest were people that I either vaguely remembered from years ago, or that I had no idea who they were.

I mingled for a little while, made a bit of small talk – it’s easy when you’re in college, you just talk about your classes and how you hope to take over for your dad one day – before getting way too sick of it and making my way back into the house. I had to find Olivia.

She was in the living room, sitting on the couch with a book in her hand.

“Hey,” I said, sitting on the couch across from her. After all, if anyone came in, I didn’t want them to see us sitting next to each other. She looked up from the pages, with the same look she gave me whenever she sucked my cock, and just the thought of it started to give me a semi.

“Hey,” she replied, and if I wasn’t mistaken, she had that hungry look of someone who wanted to be fucked, bad.

“Not too into the whole mingling thing either?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“No. I did my part helping with the salads and stuff, but honestly, it’s like being in a room with a whole bunch of old aunts, always asking the same questions, not really caring about the answer. And in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly a social person to begin with.”

“I dunno,” I replied, grinning. “You seem pretty social to me.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, and that was enough. With a bit of a growl I moved over to her couch and pinned her against it as my mouth found hers, hungry and desperate. I had to have her, right then and there. Well, maybe not there. But definitely now.

“I’m sure you weren’t expecting
these
kinds of fireworks today,” Kaleb growled in my ear as he pounded me from behind in the laundry room in the basement of the Hampton’s house.

I could only gasp in reply as the orgasm racked my body. I trembled as I milked my stepbrother’s cock, sitting on top of the washing machine as our parents and dozens of their friends and family were on the floor above us enjoying the barbeque.

As soon as Kaleb had kissed me on the couch, I knew we had to move. So did he. The kiss was short,  maybe ten seconds long, but it felt even shorter, and we both needed more.

We rushed off, giggling like little kids. We looked to the bedrooms, then decided that was too obvious, that some random looking for an extra bathroom might stumble upon us, and made our way to the much less likely to be found basement.

Kaleb hoisted me onto the washing machine, continued to kiss me, and a few minutes later was fucking me senseless.

God damn this was a great fourth of July.

Suddenly, I heard a squeak from the door outside. Kaleb and I froze.

It was like everything from then on happened in slow motion. We watched, helpless, as the door to the laundry room began to open. Kaleb pulled himself out of me and turned away,  but it was too late. My skirt was up around my hips, my panties were on the floor, my hair was tousled and whoever was back there would have surely heard the sounds of my moans,  even though I was trying to keep a little bit quiet.

“Oh fuck,” I heard Kaleb whisper as the door opened and we found ourselves face to face with Kaleb’s uncle Ted.

For a second we all just stared at each other. At least, it was probably only a second in reality. It felt more like ten minutes.

“Oh, hey Uncle Ted,” Kaleb told him. “We just had some laundry to do, how can we help you?” God, the guy was cool under pressure. I could only stare ahead and pretend absolutely nothing was happening.

“Well, you can pretend this never happened, and so can I. I’ll leave this here,” he continued, dropping a towel at the entrance to the door. “Kalie spilt a bunch of ketchup on it,” he continued, referring to his six year old daughter. “You can throw it in the washing machine when you’re done, if you don’t mind.”

“Thanks, Uncle Ted. For sure.”

Then without another word, the man was gone. Kaleb and I just sat there for a couple of seconds, staring at each other.

In unison, when we heard Kaleb’s uncle’s footfalls on the steps leading back upstairs, we both burst out laughing.

“Oh my God,” I cried out. “That was so bad. Could that have possibly been more embarrassing?”

“I’m so glad it was Uncle Ted and not anyone else, the guy is so discreet,” Kaleb replied, bent over in laughter.

“I can’t believe that actually happened.

“Thank God he didn’t come in a minute earlier, I would have been so close I’m not sure I would have been able to stop.”

A couple of minutes later we had both calmed down a bit, and the grim realization of what had just happened became fully apparent to the both of us.

I washed up in the sink and threw the towel I used in with the ketchup-covered one in the washing machine. While I loaded it up with detergent, I asked Kaleb seriously about what this meant.

“Is there any chance that your uncle will tell our parents? Or are we pretty safe there?”

“I don’t think Ted will say anything. He’s the strict, kind of non-fun uncle, but he’s also a good person, and he’s kept secrets of mine from my dad before.”

“Important secrets?”

“Yeah. Things that would have gotten me in major trouble if my dad knew. I think we’re good.”

I sat down on a chair in the corner of the room and put my head in my hands.

“I can’t believe this. I can’t believe we did this. I can’t believe we got caught.”

Suddenly, Kaleb’s hands were in mine. The washing machine started whirring in time with my heartbeat’s increased rate as the sensation of Kaleb’s skin on mine started to drive me wild.

Seriously, woman? After what just happened? Something is seriously wrong with you.

“Hey. Look at me, Olivia. Everything is going to be fine. I promise you. Nothing is going to happen. Even if my uncle
were
to tell on us, which I honestly don’t believe he will, we can explain it away. You fell and hurt yourself, and I went to help you wash some clothes. Blah blah blah. Whatever. It’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Yeah. I know. You’re right, thanks. Listen, I’m going to go back upstairs and get some food or something, ok?”

“Sure. No problem. I’ll go find something to do that doesn’t involve people.”

I made my way back up the stairs, my brain completely buzzed with a million different thoughts running through it.

This was literally my worst nightmare when we got started. That someone would find out. That someone would see us, catch us, and that our parents would find out what we were doing. That
anyone
would find out what we were doing.

Was Kaleb’s uncle trustworthy? Kaleb said he was. I supposed that should have been enough for me. But it wasn’t. After all, he was family. He was staying with us in this house for a few days. He was going to be here after catching Kaleb and I in the act.

I thought about what might happen if my mother ever found out about us.

It would destroy her, I knew that. I was her good girl. I was her perfect little angel, the one who never colored outside the lines, the one who never did anything that wasn’t completely and totally straight.

If she found out that her little angel was fucking her stepbrother on the washing machine during the fourth of July barbeque, well, I didn’t think she’d ever talk to me again. And I wasn’t sure I’d blame her.

God,  this was bad.

Maybe this was a sign. A sign that Kaleb and I should call off our arrangement. Maybe we should just go our separate ways, avoid each other for the rest of the summer, and then move on with our lives. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. He wouldn’t like it though, I didn’t think. I’d just have to make him see that it was the only way. We couldn’t do anything else. Definitely not.

I went out to the backyard, got some food, piled it onto a plate and sat down at a chair in the far corner of the yard, by myself, watching the kids play croquet on the lawn while a bunch of the men played touch football.

Ted wasn’t around, which was good. I sat in my chair, eating, watching everyone else have a good time as I wondered about what Kaleb and I were going to do.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t
want
what we had to end. I wanted it to continue. As much as I had been apprehensive at first, the things Kaleb made me feel, the way he made me feel even when we weren’t having sex… I wanted that to continue. I didn’t want it to end. Which is what made it so hard when I realized we had to.

And I knew it wasn’t fair to Kaleb to keep this to myself. I had to find him, and I had to tell him as soon as possible.

As I finished my food, I was taken over by a sadness I’d never really felt before. I didn’t want this to end. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that it had to, that we couldn’t do this anymore, that there was just no way, I couldn’t get past the feeling that my body was telling me this wasn’t what it wanted.

Still, I forced myself to pick up my plate, take it back into the kitchen among all the other piles of dishes I knew my mom would be up half the night doing, and went to find my stepbrother.

He was in his bedroom, lying down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s up?” he asked when he saw me come in.

“We need to talk.”

“Of course we do,” he replied, and I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

It took me a second or two before I got up the courage to say what had to be said.

“I don’t think we can do this anymore.”

“Why not?” Definitely the answer I expected.

“Well, you know, it’s too risky. We just got caught by a family member. That’s crazy! What if he tells on us? I know you said he wouldn’t, but what if?”

“Then we deal with it.”

“Does it seriously not bother you at all that your uncle caught us… doing that?” I asked. I could not believe my ears. Was Kaleb really that completely incapable of caring about consequences?

“Of course it bothers me, Kitten. But guess what? There’s nothing we can do about it. It happened, that’s it. What can we do about it? We can’t go back in time and change it, so we just move on, and trust that nothing’s going to come of it. Panicking and immediately making changes like stopping what we’re doing isn’t going to stop anything.”

I had to admit, Kaleb had a point. Was I overreacting?

“Fine. We see what happens. But if it turns out that anyone finds out about what we’re doing, then we stop. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I turned to leave the room when I heard Kaleb’s voice again.

“Listen, I’m going to head out to a party nearby soon. It’s going to be actually fun. Do you wanna come?”

I almost couldn’t believe my ears. Kaleb Leeman was inviting
me
to a party? This was one of those things that if you’d told me a month ago this was going to happen I would have just laughed in your face.

Kaleb was the cool, sexy, popular guy. I was the nerdy girl. Plus, I was three years younger than he was. I wasn’t the type to be invited to these sorts of things, and certainly not by people like Kaleb.

“Sure,” I found myself replying. Why not, after all?

“Cool. My car’s parked down the street. Meet me there in twenty.”

I nodded and left. I wasn’t going to lie, I had a little bit of an adrenaline rush course though me. After all, I wasn’t one of the cool kids that got invited to parties, and this could be fun!

Going downstairs, I found my mom and told her I was going out for the rest of the night. This was always going to be a big test, I knew I’d be able to tell if Ted had told her about Kaleb and myself.

“Hey mom, I’m going to head off, there are some people I know that I found out are around and I’m going to hang out with them for a while.”

“Sure, sweetie. Look at my little girl. All grown up. I’m so proud of you, you know,” she told me, enveloping me in a big hug. So she didn’t know anything. That was good. This was a good start.

“Thanks, mom,” I told her, holding her close. I loved my mom, a lot.

“You go have fun, ok? Do you need any money?” I shook my head. I had some cash in my wallet.

“Good. Call me if you need anything. I’ll leave the back door unlocked in case you can’t get in.”

“Thanks again mom. See you tomorrow,” I told her before heading off. Fifteen minutes later I was sitting on the hood of Kaleb’s BMW, waiting for him to show up. He came strutting down the street, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Ready?” he asked as we got into the car.

“Yup. Where are we going?”

“Not far. It’s like a five minute drive. But I want to stop and get some booze first.”

“Sure.”

“You’ll have to stay in the car or they won’t sell me anything. I figure it’s safe to assume you don’t have a fake ID.”