My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance) (7 page)

“I definitely do. Especially since the first place I went to didn’t have any, and I was going to get some other generic brand, but then you had been so sad that I went another twenty minutes out of my way to get you specifically the Ben & Jerry’s.”

“And I love you for that. You were more thoughtful that night than Mike had been the whole time we were together.”

“Anytime, sister.”

Successfully steering the topic of conversation away from my love life, we continued to eat. It was nice hanging out with Annie. For a few minutes I almost forgot about Kaleb, almost forgot about the fact that I was doing something that I definitely shouldn’t be doing.

But all too soon it ended, Annie told me she had to go back home to sleep, and I had to head back to the office and try and get some work done.

Why did Kaleb have this impact on me? I was the girl who finished AP Calculus – and passed the exam – in tenth grade. So why was I incapable of focusing on my work all of a sudden?

When I’d gotten into the office that morning, my plan had actually been to get some work done. After all, my dad gave me a job to do, and while I find his dumb office job to be stupidly boring, I’m not stupid. He’s worth billions of dollars, and so he needs someone good to take over the company.

I’m pretty good, and while I hate it, I do like the sound of billions of dollars. So yeah, I do the work. I go to college in the fall, I’ll finish my business degree, get my MBA, and then who knows. Whatever happens I’ll probably end up taking over here. So I might as well learn the ropes.

The problem was the fucking kitten sitting in her cubicle on the other side of that door. Fuck she was sexy. All I wanted to do was to call her back in here, throw her down on the couch meant for clients at the other side of the room and screw her absolutely senseless.

So why didn’t I? After all, we’d agreed. Whatever I told her to do, she had to do. I was her boss, after all.

The thought made me grin. Just thinking about ordering the perfect little princess, the girl who worked so hard for everything, the thought of making her suck my cock, of making her taste her own juices, of taking her harder than anyone had ever done before got me hard.

Oh man. Shit. What was I getting myself into?

I mean, I knew what
I
was doing. Obviously. I’ve had some casual sexual relationships before. You know, two or three. Dozen. But I knew Olivia hadn’t.

But to be honest, it was pretty easy for me to hand wave away the whole brother/sister thing. After all, we weren’t technically related. Just our parents were married. No shared blood, no problem!

Fuck, I wanted her right then and there. I wanted to resist though. I wanted to wait until that night, wait until our parents came home, make her fuck me in my bed with them down the hall, reading Reader’s Digest or whatever they did before bed.

Why did she have to be so damn irresistible?

I wondered what she was doing outside right then. She had asked me to email her everything my father gave me with respect to the project. No one had given her anything to do on that first day, and I knew it was because they were all too scared to make any decisions with me around. That was the thing about employees, they rarely ever went out on a limb.

One thing my father taught me: if you find someone who’s a good worker, if you find someone who goes all out for the company, goes above and beyond, you hold on to that person, you hire them, and you make sure that you compensate them well enough that they stay loyal, because no matter how much money you give them, they will almost always make you more than that in return.

I had a sneaking suspicion Olivia was one of those people. No one gave her anything to do, but I had an inkling that she was going to be doing some good analysis of her own. And it would probably be better than what the other three idiots outside were doing.

It was too bad I was sure Olivia had no intention of ever working for Leeman’s. Though I supposed I had no way of really knowing that. She just never showed any interest in it. Just in working on her studies. Maybe she’d become a college professor. That seemed like the kind of job that would suit her.

Fuck, stop thinking about your stepsister.

This was getting ridiculous. I had to get a grip. Looking at the computer, I forced her out of my mind. It was just after noon. I’d probably get to fuck her in another ten hours or so. I hoped I could wait that long.

Shit, she had the best pussy I’d ever had on my cock.

* * *

I stayed in my office the whole day, and when I left at a quarter after five, Olivia was already gone. I smiled to myself as I thought about her panties, still sitting in the top drawer of my office. I thought about how nervous she must have been, spending the whole day without them.

I imagined her sitting at that desk, trying to focus on an Excel sheet, before feeling a little breeze of cold air slip under her skirt, reminding her that I had her panties, that I owned her tight little pussy, reminding her that at any time I could ask her to fuck me, reminding her that I’d be ready and waiting to make her feel things she could only imagine at such short notice.

Fuuuuuuck.

I made my way down to the garage and got into my car; a late model BMW M3. I loved this car. There was nothing in the world I liked more than to take it out on the interstate at night and just floor it, threading my way through the commuters doing the speed limit, seeing how fast I could go, living my life right on the edge, knowing that at any minute it could all go wrong – either a badly placed cop that would catch me and fine me, or worse. It was exhilarating.

The drive home in Manhattan rush hour traffic was nowhere near as interesting.

I parked in the garage across the street from the brownstone where I had a permanent spot, then went into the house. I could hear Olivia’s voice wafting over from the kitchen, her voice like that of a Siren, luring me in. Fuck she was sexy.

“Oh hi Kaleb,” my stepmother greeted me as I came into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but notice Olivia avoiding my gaze. It was so cute how nervous she was about all this.

“Hi, Carrie,” I replied, going over and kissing her on the cheek.

“I didn’t expect to see you home tonight.”

Code: You don’t usually spend any time here, you’re usually out getting drunk or doing whatever it is you do that I don’t want to know.

“Well, I guess I just wanted to hear how your trip went,” I smirked.

“It went well. It was nice to relax, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Oh, and we saw your uncle Ted, he’s going to be staying with us at the house over the fourth of July weekend.”

“Oh right, we’re doing something for that, aren’t we?” I asked. I wasn’t going to go. I never did go to those dumb barbeques my parents wanted me to go to. Not enough fireworks. Or drinking. Or felonies committed. After all, it was the fourth of July. Wasn’t the whole idea of it to celebrate a country created by breaking a bunch of laws? But now that Olivia was going to be there, I figured I had to reconsider my plans.

“We are. And your father would really appreciate it if you were there. Especially if you want to move up in the company in the future.”

“Sure, thanks Carrie,” I replied, going to a basket of fruit in the corner of the table and grabbing an apple. “I’m gonna chill in my room,” I continued. I wasn’t sure I could be around Olivia for that much longer without totally jumping her bones.

While Kaleb drove my mom crazy, I couldn’t help but smile a bit. She was definitely my mom. Working as a single mom after my dad left, she had always instilled in me the importance of hard work. It was a total fluke that she met Kaleb’s dad at all; she was working as a janitor at night on top of her day job to make ends meet, and he had a tendency to stay at the office late.

It turned out the two workaholics had a lot in common, and the rest was history.

Unfortunately for my mom, she and Kaleb did not get along. She definitely disagreed with his – ahem – lifestyle.

The first time they met was actually in a police station. I remember it so well. She had just started dating Kaleb’s dad, I was eleven. He was fourteen. Of course, at that point, to me fourteen was like such a big kid.

I had never actually
been
in a police station at that point. The most contact I’d ever had with cops was when they’d come to our school and do presentations about not going places with strangers, and how to say no to drugs.

So when my mom took me in, squeezing my hand so hard I was pretty sure I’d have pins and needles when she finally let go, I barely noticed. I was too busy looking around at all the cops. Dozens of men and women in identical blue uniforms, detectives in suits, more hustle and bustle than an elementary school playground at recess. This was obviously a place where
things
happened, and to an eleven year old, that was super cool.

I didn’t remember too much about the rest of what happened. I knew my mom had a meeting with someone in charge – a sergeant or lieutenant or something. There were stiff voices, my mom acting apologetic and contrite, talk about lawyers, but I didn’t really remember much.

It turned out that Kaleb had beat someone up at school. Like, not the normal dumb kid stuff like shoving someone into a locker, but a full on beatdown on the playground.

I never knew exactly what happened. My mom wouldn’t tell me, and I was still in elementary school then, a public school, so we never got the rumours that would have roamed at Kaleb’s private school. By the time I reached grade eight and could attend the same school as Kaleb, the rumours had gotten so ridiculous that they obviously weren’t true at all, and I never found out the truth. But that was definitely the exact moment when I found out that my new stepbrother wasn’t a boy my mom approved of.

I thought she was secretly glad that Kaleb spent most of his time away from home, and she certainly wouldn’t have missed his presence at the fourth of July barbeque we were going to have.

“So Ted is staying with us for the barbeque?” I asked. Kaleb’s uncle was the chief financial officer at Leeman Investments, and a great accountant. I liked him, though he could be a little bit uptight, he definitely didn’t qualify as the “fun uncle” that so many people had.

“Yes. So is Marcie and the kids. They’ve just sold their house up there, and are looking for a new, bigger one, so they don’t have anywhere to stay right now.”

Moving on, I told my mom about Yale. She hugged me, told me she loved me and that it was their loss. I was glad for her reply, but it had been long enough now that I was starting to get over it. Maybe I’d go to Stanford and hang out with Annie. That could be fun, we could be roommates.

Just then my phone beeped. A text, from Kaleb.

Get up here, now.

My heart raced as I read the message. I knew what was coming, and my body was already getting excited at the thought of what was coming.

“I think I’m going to go upstairs for a bit mom, it’s been a long day,” I told her, begging away as she started on dinner.

“That’s fine, sweetie. Dinner should be on the table in about 40 minutes, your stepdad decided to stop by the office before coming home, so he’ll be back soon.”

“Cool,” I replied before grabbing my bag and heading up the stairs.

With every step I took I could feel my body reacting to the knowledge of what was coming. But surely Kaleb wasn’t about to fuck me here, in the house, right now? Not with my mom downstairs cooking dinner, with his dad due back any minute? No way, he couldn’t.

What was worse than the thought of that, though, was the fact that the closer I got to Kaleb, the more I didn’t even care, the more I wanted him to make me cum again, the more I wanted him to make me feel how I did this morning.

I dropped my bag off in my room, then slowly walked the ten steps further down to Kaleb’s room, the one next to mine.

Pausing in front of his door, I wondered what my next move was. Was I supposed to knock? Just go in? What was the etiquette here?

Everything was so silent, it was like the only thing I could hear was my own breathing. Finally, with a fit of determination, I grabbed the door handle and made my way into the room, realizing that this was actually the first time I’d ever been in my stepbrother’s bedroom; I’d never actually had a reason to be in here before, and he was usually gone anyway.

It was… actually, surprisingly clean. I supposed the fact that he was rarely at home made it hard to leave a mess. But it wasn’t the bastion of rotting food, dirty clothes and an unmade bed that I usually associated with the rooms of guys in their early 20s. Not that I had really been in a lot of them; the few friends I had trended towards the female side of the spectrum. But compared to Mike’s bedroom, this was as neat as could be.

The beige walls with a single horizontal black stripe running across the room about ¾ of the way up gave Kaleb’s room a really masculine feel. It also matched the black duvet and white pillows of his bed against the far wall. A few clothes were strewn about here and there on the floor, but most of them were obviously in the closet, or in the dresser against the wall next to the door. The walls had a couple framed posters of football players, but were otherwise bare.

Still, what I noticed the most was Kaleb, sitting on top of the bed casually, leaning against the headboard, watching me with a little smile as I came in.

“What took you so long?” he asked as I entered the room, getting up off the bed. I closed the door behind me as softly as I could.

“Ummm… sorry… I wasn’t sure if I should come in without knocking first or…”

My voice faltered as Kaleb moved only inches away from me. I could feel his body heat against mine, practically sense the bulge in his pants pressing against my belly button.

“When I tell you to come here, you come here,” he replied, taking a finger and stroking my face gently before moving the finger up to my chin and tilting my head up towards his.

“Sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible anymore as my legs began to quiver with anticipation. “Also mom says dinner will be ready in twenty minutes or so, so that’s how long we’ve got.”

Kaleb laughed, that cocky laugh of the guy who knows everything. I wanted it to be annoying, but his confidence was actually pretty sexy.

“We have as long as I say we have, Kitten.”

My mouth opened and closed as I silently argued, but knew I shouldn’t put my fears into words.

“But don’t worry,” he continued. “I’m not going to do anything stupid, I want to get caught about as much as you do. So we better get down to business.”

Moving his head down, he kissed me. It was rough, it was passionate, but it was also
nice
. It was like he was claiming me, taking me as his own, but at the same time, it was like he cared. I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss, letting Kaleb take control, letting him take me over as I succumbed to the pleasure that began to flow through my veins.

I could get used to this.

The next thing I knew I was topless. My bra and shirt lay abandoned on the floor of the bedroom my breasts pressing against his muscular chest. I breathed in and pressed my breasts against him, loving the feeling of my hard nipples against the fabric of Kaleb’s shirt.

“Be quiet, Kitten, or your mom’s going to hear us,” he whispered into my ear as he moved his mouth from mine, down to my nipples. He began to suckle them, and I whimpered in pleasure, all too aware of how close my mom was to us, how she was getting dinner ready downstairs, but the pleasure running through my body, exploding from my chest along every nerve ending I had, down to the tips of my toes, was just way too much to keep me silent.

My legs were already trembling and we hadn’t even moved to the bed yet.

Almost as if he read my mind, Kaleb began to move me towards the bed. I helped him undress when we got to the edge and he lay down, completely naked, on top of the covers. His cock stood erect, like a flagpole, huge and thick, the tip glistening with precum.

I stood there, almost as though entranced, looking at it. I realized then that I’d never really gotten a good look at his manhood, despite having had it in me. But he was
big
. I mean, Mike wasn’t exactly gifted in that department, and I knew that, but other girls gossiped and I’d been shown a few naughty pictures by proud girlfriends, and I instantly knew that Kaleb’s cock blew them all out of the water.

“You just gonna stand there, or are you going to get on?” Kaleb asked me with a grin on his face. I blushed, then wondered exactly what he meant.

Ok, you’re not going to embarrass yourself this time. Does he want you to climb on top of him? That’s got to be it.

I moved over to the bed, trying to look confident. Putting one leg on the mattress, I swung my other leg over the top of Kaleb and straddled him, his shaft lightly tapping against the front of my pussy every time I moved.

“Ohhh that’s it, Kitten. You’re so fucking sexy.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but luckily Kaleb took charge. With one hand he grasped the base of his cock and guided it towards my sex.

“How wet for me are you?” he asked. I couldn’t believe he would actually ask me that, so I kept quiet. A second later I paid for it with a smack to the ass.

I immediately let out a yelp, then covered up my mouth, realizing my mom could maybe hear.

“I asked you a question, Kitten. I expect an answer.”

“I’m… I’m so wet. I’m soaking wet for you,” I answered breathlessly, almost in a whisper. I was too embarrassed to really say the words out loud.

“Good,” he replied, “I like a hot, wet pussy for my cock.”

Taking his shaft, he guided it towards my slit, rubbing it in the folds of my sex. I wasn’t lying, I was so wet. I had been ever since I heard him say he was going upstairs, because I’d known what was coming, and I knew I wanted it. I knew I needed it.

He pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance and I let my legs relax, my body instinctively knowing exactly what to do.

I slipped down on top of him, letting his shaft slowly enter me, stretching my walls as I exhales, enjoying the feeling of having him inside of me again.

Was it bad that this moment was basically the only thing I thought about at all since that morning?

Kaleb watch as I began to thrust up and down on top of him. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but he seemed to enjoy it all the same. I was all too aware of him looking up at my breasts that bounced gently up and down with each stroke, and eventually he moved his hands onto my hips and began to thrust his hips in time with my body, to penetrate me even deeper.

It was slow at first, but then I began to pick up the pace, and Kaleb began to slam into me harder. After all, we were on a timeline, here. Though it didn’t feel like it. It felt like Kaleb and I could be together forever. It was like time stopped when he was inside of me, like I was in my own little world with him, a world of pure pleasure.

“What’s it like being on top?” Kaleb asked. Knowing the consequences if I didn’t answer, I let my moan give him a good idea before replying.

“Oh it feels so good, Kaleb,” I replied breathlessly. I threw my head back, feeling my hair against my back as we continued to move in unison, the mattress squeaking just a tiny bit under our sweating bodies.