ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The CEO's Game (CEO Bad Boy Alpha Male Stepbrother Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (11 page)

BONUS STORY!!!

Cape Coral College

Step-brother Romance

By: Kristina King

Chapter 1

My life started normal, I swear it did. I had a mom and a dad and a dog, what more could a little girl want? But then things got scary at home. There was a lot of yelling and a lot of fighting. My mom cried a lot, my dad stayed late at work a lot, and I had to spend a lot of weekends with the neighbours or with Grandma. Eventually my dad just left.

Those next few years with just me and my mom were kind of nice, you know? Sure, we ate a lot of mac and cheese and hotdogs, but I didn’t have to share my mom with anyone. She read to me a lot and she painted my nails. We talked to each other because there was no one else. She held me when I cried, she held me when she cried. We were friends.

Things changed again when I was twelve. My mom had started dated and eventually married this guy, Tim. Tim was nice enough, I’d met him quite a few times before they decided to get married, but it was hard sharing my mom with him at first. Instead of spending all her free time with me she wanted to sit and watch grown-up movies with Tim, or I’d get sent to a friend’s house so they could have a quiet dinner together. We did settle into an easy peace though, I guess it was when he showed up for a “meet my dad” activity at school. He didn’t have to do that, I didn’t even know he was coming. I was all ready to hang my head and say, ‘no, my dad is in Florida, he couldn’t come’ but then Tim walked in with all the other dads and sat next to me and for that afternoon I was just like the other kids. It sure was nice not being ‘Natalie, the girl with no dad’ anymore. Things would have been great, except that Tim also had a son.

Jason. He was twelve, like me, and for the first few years he lived with his mom. I only saw him every other weekend and a few holidays and two weeks of summer vacation and that was more than enough! He treated me like a baby just because he was a few months older than I was. He got two birthdays and two Christmases and two Easters, just because he lived with his mom and his dad and I never saw my dad at all anymore. It wasn’t my fault that my dad ran off to Florida, with my dog and some woman I had never met, and doesn’t write or call ever, not even on my birthdays, but Jason liked to rub it in my face. We fought like cats and dogs. Looking back I guess we probably drove our parents crazy those first four years.

Chapter 2

When Jason was sixteen he decided he wanted to transfer high schools, something about wanting a sport scholarship and his school not having a very good team. But my school was perfect and so the summer between grades ten and eleven Jason moved in with us and would see his mother every other weekend, half the holidays, two weeks in summer vacation, and one evening a week for dinner.

Of course by then things had changed, and so had Jason. Gone was the twig thin twelve year old and in his place was an athletic, muscular sixteen year old. His hair, dark like his dad’s, was cut short, even though the predominant style was boy-band long. He said short was better for sports and he was all about the sports. His acne had cleared up early and I was suddenly noticing that his eyes were a great shade of caramel brown. They twinkled when he smiled, which was often, and his laughter was infectious.

I had changed too, I was no longer as self-conscious or as flat and twig thin as he had been. My ratty little girl hair had thickened into a wave of shimmering brown, my curves were filling out, my mother had taught me about make-up and I hid my insecurities behind an artful mask until the insecurities started to fade away completely.

The weekends Jason was home became the highlight of my week. We ate popcorn and watched movies, or we had a few friends over, or we rode our bikes. It was like having one of my friends living at my house.

Two months into the school year and it became painfully obvious that I was developing a crush on him. At least it was obvious to me. Jason, thank god, seemed oblivious to the fact that I blushed if he sat too close to me on the couch and that I tended to stare at him too much.

For two years I kept my crush a secret from everyone, but I wasn’t the only one crushing on him. My friends swooned over him and he dated a few of them, and a few others that weren’t in our group. I burned with jealousy every time I saw some girl hanging off his arm. As far as I was concerned none of them were good enough for my brother.

But he wasn’t really my brother at all. We forgot that sometimes, which was fine by me. As long as we were brother and sister no one said ‘boo’ that we spent so much time together in such close quarters. But as long as we were brother and sister there was no way Jason would ever look at me, and there was no way anyone would accept that fact that I wanted him.

The next two years would have been hell except that a new girl moved to our school. Her name was Angela and she very quickly became my best friend, providing me with a distraction from Jason. She was a rather plain looking girl with brown hair that had no gloss and a subtle undertone that appeared almost grey. She wore glasses, a cheap, thin-framed pair that didn’t suit her face. Her family was huge! She had seven siblings. It meant she had to babysit a lot and that they all wore thrift shop clothes because that was the only way they could afford to have everyone dressed. Still she was sweet with a wickedly fast sense of humour. That girl could zing you twice before you even knew she’d picked you out for a jabbing. We still spent a lot of time watching movies with him and his friends but as it became more of a group activity it became easier for me to hide my feelings for Jason from everyone else, even Angela.

Chapter 3

The last two years of high school passed by in a blur of parties, Jason’s games, movie nights, and slumber parties. Somewhere in there we managed to attend classes and finish our homework and write our exams  and soon enough Angela and I were shopping for grad dresses and applying to colleges.

That was one thing Angela, Jason, and I could agree on – college out of state would be ideal. When Jason got his scholarship offer to Cape Coral College, Angela and I started looking at programming and decided that same college would work for us too. That’s when we hatched on our brilliant plan. It would be cheaper and easier for the three of us to rent a two-bedroom house near the university and split the rent three ways.

I was in heaven. I would be away from my parents, living with my step-brother and best friend, and maybe, just maybe, he would begin to see me as a young woman and not his ‘younger’ sister.

Of course, Angela would be a problem. I had seen her lately staring at Jason when she thought no one was watching her. She smiled at him, a lot, and played with her hair when he talked to her. Thankfully he didn’t seem to notice her, she wasn’t his type, but I knew what it meant. My best-friend was crushing on my step-brother, the same boy I had wanted for two years and couldn’t have.

When he started calling her Angie I knew I was in trouble. He’d never once called me Nat! I wanted him to see me as a woman, I wanted him to be attracted to me, not to Angela or any of the other girls he brought home.

Chapter 4

One day in mid-October we were alone in the house and I knew we would be alone all evening because Angela was working. This was my chance. I decided it was now or never, after all he’d been blind to nearly six weeks of “subtle” hints, even though he hadn’t brought a girl home in weeks and must have been going crazy horny.

Honestly, I had been walking around in a towel after my showers and just a loosely tied bathrobe in the mornings. I rarely wore a bra around the house, or even panties for that matter. I wore crop tops and then stretched to reach things up high. I wore low cut tops and leaned at odd angles, trying to flash him a face full of cleavage. I wore short skirts and bent over to pick up all the things I dropped.

Nothing. Not even a glance. Even Angela noticed. At first she gave me these puzzled looks. I had never done anything like this in the time we’d been friends. Though I dressed with confidence and style I didn’t dress or act like a slut. She’d clear her throat to politely warn me when I was a little over exposed, or she’d casually adjust my robe as she went by, pretending it was just a pat on my shoulder. She probably thought she was saving me from embarrassment but I would have stripped in the living room to get his attention.

Puzzled turned to concerned, complete with pursed lips, narrowed eyes, and deep frowns. That turned to thinly veiled hostility and we stopped talking to each other altogether. That was something Jason noticed and he said, “Did you and Angie have a falling out?”

I shrugged. I refused to call her
Angie
. “Angela and I can be very competitive. We both want the same thing and until one, or the other, of us gets it, we’ll be rather upset with each other.”

“Is this upset thing going to end when one of you wins?”

“Usually it does,” I said.

“Good, because I don’t need to be living in the middle of a bitch fight.” He settled down on the couch with a beer. There were already three empties on the counter, I wasn’t sure what had spurred this minor binge but I was going to use it to my advantage. “What are you competing over this time? Grades?”

“A boy,” I said with an exaggerated sigh, sitting down next to him.

He perked up, a bad sign, actually, since it probably meant he was into Angie after all and wanted to know if there was competition. “Really? Uh, you want to talk about it?”

“Actually I do. Maybe you could help me. I’ve tried everything I can think of to let this guy know I’m into him.”

“That explains how you’ve been dressing lately.”

So he had noticed. “Yes, but he doesn’t seem to care at all. He really seems to be into Angela and I might just have to admit defeat.” I was stretching the truth only a little but I could see my words were making him antsy, which is what I wanted. “I’m supposed to be spending some time with him, for school,” I fibbed. “Maybe you know of a quick, blunt, way to get a guy interested.”

“Take off your top,” he said. “That’s a good first step. Actually, first make sure he’s into casual flings.”

“Oh, he’s into casual sex all right.”

“Then take off your shirt and tell him you want to take a break from studying. He’ll either tell you off or fuck you on the spot.”

I struck a provocative pose on the couch and said in a sultry voice, “What do you think my chances are?”

“If he’s blind, fifty-fifty. If he’s our age, healthy, and as horny as you seem to think, I’d give you a ninety.”

“Only ninety percent?” I pouted.

He shrugged. “He could be gay.”

I had to bite back a laugh. “He’s not.”

“Or have a girlfriend back home.”

“He doesn’t.”

He paused with the beer bottle almost to his lips and said, “You did some homework on this, didn’t you.”

I nodded. “So, still just a ninety?”

“Ninety-five percent. There’s still a chance he’ll turn you down. That’s the risk you take.”

He was right. And it was time to take that risk. I just hoped he was drunk enough and horny enough that he wouldn't call my mother.

“Well then,” I said. “Here goes.” He probably expected me to hop off the couch and head out the door so when I stood up in front of him and stripped my top off he nearly spit out his beer.

“What the hell, Natalie! You forgot to mention that you were talking about me!”

“I was talking about you.”

“You and Angie are competing over me?”

“Not in as many words, no, but I’m in love with you and I know she has a thing for you …” I shrugged.

“You’re my sister.”

“Am not. My mom happens to be married to your dad, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Legally you’re my sister.”

“But I’m not. We have zero biological parents in common. I’m not even your cousin.” I clasped my hands in front of me, using my arms to accentuate my breasts. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?” I batted my eyes at him.

He swallowed hard, staring at me with eyes too wide as if it was his first time really seeing me, as if he wanted to look away but couldn’t. He licked his lips slowly. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re pretty.”

Very slowly I undid the button on my jeans. “Don’t you think I’m sexy?”

He nodded again.

“I’ve always thought you were sexy,” I purred stepping closer to him until my leg brushed his knee.

He just stared. He was, after all, now sitting at eye level with and within arm’s reach of my barely concealed breasts. I knew from experience that lace did more to tease than provide modesty.

“I sometimes think about you fucking me when I masturbate,” I added, giving him a wide-eyed innocent look.

“You know,” he said. “You have a point. We’re not siblings. We’re two consenting adults who are not related to each other in any way.” He took a sip of his beer and then reached out and tugged at the seam of my jeans. “Let me see you without these in the way.”

I very slowly pulled the zipper down and opened the front, revealing hot pink, sheer, panties. The corner of his mouth perked up in a lazy smile. I shimmied them down over my hips and turned around, sticking my ass out and swinging my hips from side to side as I inched them down looking back over my shoulder at him. I don’t think he even noticed that I was watching him watch me, his eyes never left my ass. I bent double, pushing my pants down to my ankles, giving him an even better view. I was so close he was able to reach out and run a hand over my ass.

I stepped out of the pants and turned, a movement I am not ashamed to say that I had practiced many times in the privacy of my room. It’s harder than it looks. Most of the time I ended up a tangled heap on the floor. This time, thank god, it went smoothly.

With one graceful step I was between his legs. I smoothly lowered myself to my knees and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Now I want to see you,” I purred. I undid the button on his baggy blue jeans and he lifted his hips so I could slide them down. I grabbed the waistband of both pants and boxers at once and lifted the elastic over his hard cock. I had to move back so he could close his legs but I got them down around his ankles and slid between his knees again.

“Mmm.” I ran my finger lightly from tip to balls and giggled. “Jason, you’re so big.”

His eyes were a little glazed from the beer, and from lust. I stared up into them as I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. A soft groan escaped him. I repeated the motion, my eyes never leaving his.

“Oh god, Natalie, just suck it already.”

I smiled and then licked the head one more time before taking it in my mouth. I worked slowly down the length of him, bobbing up and then sliding down a little further each time. He leaned back and ran his fingers through my wave of brown hair.

“That’s it, Natalie, that’s it, take it. You’re amazing.”

I could have made the blow job the main event, his cock was so amazing, but I wanted that cock somewhere else this evening. Still, I went to town sucking and licking his cock with great enthusiasm. Finally I slid my mouth off his cock and smiled up at him.

He caressed my cheek and said, “Please tell me you’re going to let me fuck you.”

“Please tell me that you want to fuck me,” I replied.

“Get up here.” He stood and helped me to my feet. He spun us around and I suddenly found myself on the couch pinned underneath him. He started kissing me, hard and passionate, his hands roaming over my body.

“God, Natalie, I used to stare at your breasts all the time,” he said. He pulled the straps of my bra down my shoulders and kissed my breasts.

“Used to?”

He flicked his tongue over my nipple and shrugged. “You were my sister, at some point the wrongness of looking overpowered the teenage horniness.”

“And now you’re kissing them.”

“And they’re gorgeous. You’re not my sister, you said it yourself, you’ll never be my sister, not anymore, not ever again, things can’t go back.”

“I don’t want them to go back, I want you to fuck me. I’m hoping you’ll fuck me over and over again and do all sorts of fun, dirty things with me.”

“You’re a little slut.”

“Only when it comes to you.” I kissed him and slipped my tongue in his mouth.

He pressed his hand hard between my legs.

I shuddered. “I want you,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long now. I’ve tried everything to get your attention.”

“You’ve got it now,” he said, something dark in his voice. “And I’m going to enjoy taking you.”

He roughly pulled my panties down and pushed two fingers deep inside me. As he fingered me he took my breast in his mouth. His teeth grazed my nipple and I moaned, pressing down against his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, burying it deep inside me. I gasped as my body was forced to stretch to accommodate him. I wasn’t used to the size of him yet and I whimpered as he started thrusting into me.

He was hard and rough and fast, driving his cock into me over and over again, making me yelp and moan and scream. It was a good thing we were in a house and not an apartment or a dorm room because he was making it impossible for me to keep quiet. I grabbed his arms and held on, it was all I could do as he continued to fuck me mercilessly.

I had never had a boy fuck me like this before. They’d all been timid or less in some way, but this was raw and passionate and desperate. I knew I was going to be sore in a few hours and I didn’t care. His rhythm shifted to longer, deeper, thrusts and then he grabbed my hips and slammed into me with a grunt. He exploded, filling me with cum. He was breathing hard and his shirt was clinging to his sweaty chest.

He pulled out of me and grabbed his clothes from the floor. “I’m going to shower.”

“I could come scrub your back.”

He teetered a little, from the beer and the exertion, and said, “No, no, I’m fine. I’ll be in and out and then you can have it if you want it.”

I would have loved to have hopped in the shower with him but sex on the couch was a great start and I wasn’t about to push my luck.