My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance) (8 page)

Just when I thought this couldn’t get any better, I felt Kaleb’s finger begin to stroke my clit. I gasped at the increase in sensation, the way the entire intensity of everything I felt seemed to immediately fly off the charts. This was crazy! I let out an involuntary moan as he continued to stroke my clit, rubbing it in a circle, driving me completely insane.

I wanted nothing more than to cry out with pleasure, but I knew that was out of the question. And as I felt my walls beginning to clench over Kaleb’s cock, I knew I was close.

“That’s right, milk my cock, Kitten,” he growled as he grabbed my hip with his free hand and pounded inside of me hard, a half dozen times, super fast. It was definitely enough to send me flying over the edge and off the cliff into an ocean of ecstasy.

It took everything in my power not to cry out in pleasure as the orgasm racked my body. I could hear Kaleb grunting underneath me, feel his seed shooting inside me at the same time, deep into my body as I shook on top of him, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body, taking me over.

My back arched against Kaleb as I inhaled sharply, enjoying the feeling of pure pleasure running through me before it ended and I finally came back down to earth.

Breathing heavily, I stayed on top of him, keeping Kaleb inside of me as we both recovered from the intensity of the sex we’d just had.

“Fuckkkk you’re good,” Kaleb muttered, when suddenly I heard my mom’s voice from downstairs.

“Kids, dinner’s ready!”  she called up.

I instantly began to panic. I practically leapt off Kaleb and grabbed my clothes off the ground, throwing them on hapharzardly while he watched on, still completely naked, still lying on the bed like nothing was wrong at all, his eyes following me around the room, eating up the sight of my naked body.

“We have to go down!” I told him, “or my mom will know something’s up!”

“Correction: you need to go down. Do you really think your mother is more or less likely to be suspicious if we both show up at the exact same time, and if I show up on time for dinner?”

He had a point. A good point. My mom wouldn’t be expecting him to come down until at least halfway through the meal.

“Fine, I’ll see you when you come down,” I told him, practically sprinting out of the room. I took a split second to go into my bathroom and have a look at myself in the mirror.

When I noticed my reflection staring back at me, boy was I ever glad I did. My hair was somehow ruffled, completely messed up, and my face was flushed. I splashed some cold water on my face, towelled it off, and gave my hair a quick brush.

Then, forcing myself to take a deep breath, I made my way down the stairs to where my mom and stepdad were waiting, dinner on the table. I tried to keep my voice calm, keep everything casual. Surely neither one of them could tell that I’d been having sex with my stepbrother literally minutes earlier, could they?

“Dinner smells awesome, mom,” I told her. I sat down and grabbed some spaghetti, covered it in meat sauce and started to eat my dinner. The less conversation I had with my parents right now, the better. After all, I didn’t want them thinking anything was happening, or realizing that something weird happened.

Kaleb came down about five minutes later. His father asked him where he’d been, he replied that he was busy.

The rest of the conversation focused around Kaleb. His father wanted to know how the business was going, that sort of thing. I was happy with that. It was rare enough that Kaleb was around that I think our parents decided to make him the focus for once since they could actually get a word out of him.

The only thing I could think of was that hard cock that had been ramming inside of me just minutes earlier. I was never going to be able to get those feelings out of my head.

Watching that adorable piece of ass get all flustered was definitely my favourite thing about our new arrangement. Well, except for the sex, of course.

But at the dinner table with our parents, it was so obvious that she was trying to act normally. The smile plastered onto her face looked like it was making her cheek muscles cramp up, and her voice was about half an octave higher than it usually was.

And yet I’m sure she thought she was doing a great job at being totally casual.

Luckily for her, the fact that I was around basically meant that my dad barely noticed her at all – he didn’t really have time for her at the best of times –  and her mom joined in.

A part of me felt bad for Olivia. After all, she was definitely way smarter than me. I mean it’s not like I was some dumbass that never did anything intellectual, ever. I managed to coast through school with a pretty good average, even without working all that hard and with a couple of brushes with the law that were a tad too close for comfort.

But Olivia was a whole new level of smart. Shit, she was a fucking genius. It really wasn’t fair that because she dared to be born with a vagina and a different name my dad didn’t care about her at all, when it was obvious that she would be way better at 99% of the jobs in his company than I would.

At least she managed to get that internship in the summer. Fuck was I thankful for that.

* * *

After dinner our parents watched TV for a bit, and I decided to go out. I needed to cool my fucking jets.

Like, this was insane, how into Olivia I was. I had figured it’d be some sort of fun game, a good way to spend the summer. Fucking the most adorable kitten ever, why not, right? Just some casual shit, the way I did with so many other chicks.

But fuck, she drove me insane. The way she quivered while on top of me, the way her thighs moved up and down, seeing my cock slide in and out of her while she milked me dry… God damn.

I went down to the garage and got my M3 out. I briefly considered inviting Olivia along. After all, a blowjob while flying down the interstate would be amazing. But no, this was going to be one of those things I had to do on my own. I wanted to
cool
my raging horniness, not drive it even crazier.

It took about half an hour before I made it onto the Interstate, traffic was still pretty bad, even though it was getting to be kind of late, after eight. I preferred I-80 and I-87, going west and north. One sent me kind of towards Detroit, and the other north to Canada. They were my favourites because of all the interstate options they tended to be the most deserted.

Watching with awe as the speedometer went up to 60, 70, 80, 90 miles an hour, I knew I was on the limit. I clutched at the steering wheel, feeling every single little vibration in the car. I knew this car, I knew how it moved, but when you go that fast, shit
happens
, and it happens fast.

As the speedometer slowly crept up to the triple digits, I knew I had to slow down. I was really running a risk here, and not just risking a major speeding fine. I was risking a lot more than that.

I was passing cars so quickly that they seemed literally stopped as I flew past them. I heard more than one car beep at me as I went past, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Something about Olivia was driving me crazy, and it felt like the only way I could cool it a bit was to find something else that gave me that same rush. That’s why even when I hit 105, I didn’t take my foot off the accelerator.

The engine whirred beneath me, the car was still pretty stable considering the speed. Damn those Germans know how to engineer a good car. This was a car designed to go fast, but even I could tell I was taking it to the limit.

Every single ounce of focus I had was on the road. I knew this was one of those situations where if I crashed here, I was dead. There was just no two ways about it. I was doing over a hundred miles an hour. Sure, there weren’t a lot of cars around, but it was still dangerous as fuck.

Suddenly I hit a slick patch of road. Luckily there were no other cars visible, no headlights either in my windshield or rearview mirror, or I would have been completely and totally fucked.

The back end of the car slid out straight away. I started drifting diagonally, towards the concrete strip on the far end of the highway.

Fuck. Don’t panic. Don’t overcorrect.
The concrete was coming up
really
quickly, but I forced myself to stay calm. Instead of doing the instinctive thing and pulling the steering wheel to the right to try and straighten it up, I yanked left and pressed on the gas.

The car began to straighten up, facing the wrong way. That was fine. I could handle that, I just didn’t want to go into the wall.

Twenty seconds later I’d turned the car around and was back to doing the speed limit, facing the right way, with my heart racing like crazy.

You’re a fucking idiot. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?

I scolded myself mentally as I found an exit and turned off, deciding to go back home for the night.

I had come really fucking close to dying tonight.

In fact, when I turned off the exit, rather than taking the bridge back over to the other side I pulled over to the side of the road and took a few seconds to breathe.

Why was I doing that shit? I knew why. I wanted something else to make me feel the way I did when I was fucking Olivia’s brains out.

Hot damn was that not the way to do it.

I turned the car back on and headed back home.

I was a fucking idiot.

Was I getting in way over my head?

I hoped not.

When Kaleb finally came back home it was after two in the morning. I had always been a light sleeper, and I was used to being woken up at all hours of the night from him sneaking back in after some kind of escapade.

I briefly wondered if he had gone out and done some other chick, but then forced the thought out of my head. I mean yeah, Kaleb was a bit of a man-whore, but I genuinely didn’t think he would do that while we were together, for some reason. I just sort of knew. Plus, even if he had, there was no law against it. It’s not as though we were exclusive. Not at all. This was casual, this was a fun way to spend the summer, there was absolutely no relationship there, and no exclusivity.

Though the pang in my heart when I thought about it betrayed me. No, I had to force those thoughts away. There was no way we could actually
be
together. Absolutely not. If I even hinted at the fact to Kaleb, I was sure he was going to call off our agreement.

And I could still feel that warm feeling of satisfaction in between my legs from earlier that night.

A part of me was tempted to go out there and say hi, but I was pretty sleepy, and I knew, somehow, that I needed to rest up for the next day. After all, if it was going to be anything like today, I was going to be completely exhausted by the end of it.

As I fell back into blissful sleep with the memory of the day still floating through my head, I couldn’t wait for my alarm to go off.

* * *

The next day at work, as soon as I stepped through the glass doors I felt my heart rate rise. My nipples hardened under my blouse.

Good God, get it together woman,
I scolded myself as I took the elevator up to my floor and sat down at my desk.

Every time Helen’s phone rang I felt my body tense up slightly, the way it does when you’re a kid and your parents answer the phone and you really, really hope it’s one of your friends inviting you to come play at their house.

Because I definitely wanted to go play in Kaleb’s office again.

Unfortunately, his father showed up early in the morning, closed the door behind him, and I didn’t see him leave for a few hours. So, despite my hoping, I was pretty sure Kaleb was indisposed at the moment.

Instead, I focused on the task at hand. This whole team was supposed to do an analysis about whether or not a new building in Boston was worth the cost.

I had all the information, Kaleb had sent it to me, and it wasn’t like I had anything else to do. If nothing else, this was going to be good practice for when I had to solve problems like this in college next year.

I went into the company intranet and dug up some files for previous, similar projects. I wanted to get a good idea as to what Leeman Investments considered a decent profit margin.

For about two hours I looked over old project balance sheets and earnings reports. It seemed to me like if I could make the numbers work for a 10% margin, but preferably 15%, it was worth doing.

Going on that basis, I began my calculations.

This basically involved going through a bunch of old records and seeing how much things cost. After all, this wouldn’t be the first building that Leeman Investments built in Boston, which made my job a lot easier than randomly cold calling contractors and asking them for quotes. Here were some real live figures that I could use!

Something was weird though. I started off looking at the costs for the most similar building: an eight story kind of mini-high rise, also in Boston, built three years earlier. But as I was going through the numbers, trying to organize everything in my head, there was something there that wasn’t making sense. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it though.

I didn’t notice Mr. Leeman leaving. I didn’t hear the phone ring, and it wasn’t until Helen was right next to me, tapping me on the shoulder, telling me that my brother wanted to see me that I realized what was coming next.

Instantly I forgot about the problem with the building and the accounting. That could wait. That could definitely wait. Because I knew from the reaction in my pants that I didn’t want to wait for
this
.