Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel (12 page)

           These kinds of thoughts of Brandon only got worse after I saw his dick.

           One day, a few weeks before he left for college, I was running late for school.  So I burst into the bathroom without even thinking and stumbled upon him masturbating.

           He was
big
, and I didn’t have much to compare him by but to this day he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen.  And he was been pretty involved in the task at hand, because it took him a second to notice me notice me, frozen in place with wide eyes glued to his length.

           To make matters worse, I’d managed to walk in right at the moment big white ropes started shooting out of his dick. It was only when he was huffing deep from the pleasure, that he caught me in the corner of his eye.

           “Elle? Fuck, get out!”

           He blushed red, but he couldn’t do anything but try to turn away as his load continued to spurt out. I quickly darted away and we avoided each other for most of the next week.  Soon after, he left for college.

           Most of my own self-pleasure sessions involved the image of his stroking though.  I imagined he was thinking about me and that he was masturbating because he had to see me in my panties from time to time and couldn’t hold it in.  I imagined he needed to masturbate to keep from taking me right there in our parents’ house.

           Try as I did to push the thoughts from my mind, Brandon’s passionate touching of his own dick always sprang into the forefront.  His hands wrapped around and gripped it in a rough, masculine way and I wanted those hands all over my body.

           But thankfully, when he left, I counted that chapter closed.  Until I received some shocking news a few years later…

           “Elle, you ready for some big news?” Dad asked me at the breakfast table as I passively typed out a text on my phone.  I just woke up and I had never been a morning person so I was only half paying attention.  He continued with the delivery despite my ignoring him in my morning haze.

           “Your brother is coming into town for a week,” He said with his eyebrows up and his arms out wide in a kind of ‘
how-about-that
’ gesture.

            My skin developed chills at the sound of
brother
.  For one, he was my
step
brother, and for another thing, I hadn’t heard much of a reference to him in years.

            “What?” I asked, finally alert.  “When?”

            “This Thursday,” I could tell Dad was very excited.  He didn’t even notice that I didn’t come close to matching his enthusiasm.

           Deeply entrenched in a texting argument with my boyfriend, I aimlessly blurted out my disapproval.

            “Why is he coming to Miami?  Why do I have to see him?  What does he want with us?”  The questions just kept coming and I had seemingly lost all control of them.

           “Elle, he’s your brother-“

            “
Step
brother,” I corrected.

“I know you two never got along so well, but please,
please
try to accommodate him.  It’s only for a week,” he said, finally sitting down with his breakfast.

           “Why is he coming here anyway? Lisa hasn’t even been by here since the divorce” I said without realizing that it might be a painful thing to point out to dad.  They didn’t end on good terms.  She had fallen in love with someone else and it really made things awkward between them ever since.  Dad really thought she was the one, too.

           “Well anyway,” he continued, “it looks like he just finished school and he’s got a job interview here in Miami.”

            I sighed, provoking Dad to pull a stern look over his face.

 “
But
it’s not for another week still and his lease in Los Angeles is up.  So he’s in kind of a jam” Dad explained.

           “Oh, ok. I thought for a second he wanted to see us or something” I said sarcastically, shrugging.

           Dad let out a long sigh in annoyance.

           “Look, I need you to be extra supportive here because it’s just going to be you and him after I leave Thursday night,” he explained.  My eyes widened.

           “What?” I lifted from my phone with a look of terror. 
Brandon?  And me?  Alone?  With his tight abs and his huge cock
, and
dammit Elle he’s your step brother
, I reprimanded myself.  I could feel my knees weaken and my throat dry out like a desert in a drought.

           “See this is why you don’t need to be on that phone at the table while I’m trying to talk to you” dad said as he re-informed me.  “I told you last week that I’m going to Charlotte for the week to close this big business deal, so I’m picking Brandon up from the airport and we’re going to go out to eat before I have to jump on a plane, too” he finished as I exhaled with frustration.

           “Fine,” I surrendered.  Then I sulked for a moment before finally dragging my feet off to school for the day.

            The next week was useless for my education.  I tried to study but I couldn’t stop thinking about Brandon visiting. 
What if he catches me staring at his abs?
I worried. 
What if he finds me attractive too?
  After all, I had grown a nice set of tits since the last time he saw me and my skin had cleared up.  I shook the thoughts out of my head only to be caught off guard by them later on.

            As we neared the day to pick him up from the airport, it only got worse.  I started dreaming of him. 

            In one dream he was topless and wet like his photo, and he pressed his dripping lips to mine, pulling me close.  My heart pounded and I was plagued with the knowledge that I should push him away, but that only made me want him more.  His lips were electrifying and my senses were heightened since I wasn’t supposed to be tasting him at all.

            Then, there was the
other
dream.  I was sucking his perfect cock.  I wrapped my lips around the head and glanced up at Brandon who was smiling.  Then he placed a hand on the back of my head and said, “Oh, just like that sis.”  I remember waking up in a panic shortly after he called me
sis
.

            On Wednesday night, I hardly slept at all for fear of having another dream.  I kept encouraging myself to move pas this.  It was all just a harmless fantasy, one that I didn’t
really
want to pursue.  But I couldn’t really convince myself that this was anything other than a seriously real attraction to my only sibling.  Even if he wasn’t related by blood.

            The ride to the airport was nerve wracking.  I sat in the passenger seat, biting my nails, while Dad drove too fast.

            “Aren’t you getting excited, Elle?  Now that it’s actually here?” he was obviously very excited, himself.  I just nodded and stared down the road to the horizon, hoping the airport would never show up.  Hoping that maybe it disappeared in some alternate universe and that Brandon was a dream and that I wouldn’t ever have to be confronted with his physical form.  But of course that didn’t happen and within five minutes we were pulling into the airport parking lot.

            We stepped out of the car and into the burning sun.  By the time we reached the doors I had hair plastered to my forehead from sweat. 
What a great start
, I thought to myself.  We found a couple of seats and watched crowds of people rush hectically around us.

            I stared at my shoes while we waited.  A long black scuff was on the inside, and a few short marks and creases lined the top.  I couldn’t help but wonder how I must be walking in order to create such a pattern, but I didn’t get far into my thoughts.

           “There he is!” Dad jumped out of his seat, pointing enthusiastically.  I lifted my eyes to look for Brandon, but was only met with the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.  He stood tall with broad shoulders and a smile that made me melt.  It took me a moment to notice that I had stopped breathing.

           “Where?” I said as I tried looking around the hunk in front of us for Brandon but I didn’t see anyone else.  The beautiful stranger before me was eyeing me and smiled before I quickly turned away, blushing.  And then I realized why this hunk had been eyeing me.

           “Brandon! Oh wow!” Dad said as he swung his arms around the beautiful guy.

          
Holy shit,
I thought to myself. He was Brandon!

           He changed completely from the slightly chubby jerk that terrorized me, and was even different from the somewhat improved college freshman that had visited before.  His muscles popped from beneath his skin and his muscle tee, and his green eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lighting.  I tried to find a glimpse of the old Brandon in him, something that would cool my body down from the sight of him, but there wasn’t anything.  Brandon had been a boy, and standing before us was a 23 year old stud that nearly made my panties wet before I’d realized who he was.

           And I felt wrong for it.  Brandon was family, not some possible lay.  I felt like curling up in my chair with my legs tucked in as he came over to me, but I could hardly move.  Somehow I found my way to my feet and joined Dad and this strange new Brandon.

           “Elle, I can’t believe this. You look totally different” He said as he threw his arms around me.  His deep clean musk surrounded my senses as my attention turned to my breasts being pressed up against his solid chest.  The heat of his muscles overwhelmed me and I fought the urge to rest my head against his chest.  I pulled away suddenly and dropped my arms to my side.

           “Um, yeah you do too” I ejected a dorky grunt.  My hands felt awkward so I started playing with my hair and looking to the side.

           When I lived with Brandon before, I never
really
cared about being seen in a compromising situation in front of him. He’d seen me a million times walking around in my pajamas with my hair up, or biting my nails as I aimlessly browsed the internet; but now I’d felt myself becoming very self-conscious.

          
How do I look? Am I acting weird?
I thought to myself frantically.

           These insecurities had become kind of foreign over the years. I mean sure, I still had plenty of flare ups when I somehow looked five pounds heavier or I had a bad hair day, but I was very different from the one Brandon used to pick on.

           I was nineteen now, in community college and I’d developed a full figure that was approached often by guys way hotter than my younger self could have ever dreamed.

           And Brandon even seemed to notice that I was
far
from flat chested.  I had caught his eyes wandering down to my cleavage just before we hugged.  At least I
think
that’s where he was looking. 

           While I expected I’d looked different to him, I wondered if he had any idea how different
he
looked to
me
.  His wide shoulders, tall strong physique, blonde hair stubble and glowing green eyes took my breath away now that they had evolved into a mature and rugged image.

           Brandon even sported a couple of tattoos on his tanned arms and a dog tag around his neck that sparked my curiosity.  I tried to forget about it.  He’s my stepbrother, and that should be the end of it.

            “Hungry?” Dad asked him.

           “Yeah I could definitely eat; Elle, you hungry?” Brandon asked, turning to me.

           I looked deep into his eyes and nodded.  He had no idea just
how
hungry I was.

          
Chapter Two

           We headed to a seafood restaurant near home that we used to go to when Brandon lived with us.  I never cared for it, but I had a feeling I’d be fond of this place now that the new and improved Brandon was with us.

           “Wow, this place looks exactly the same” he joked as we followed the waitress to our pirate-ship booth.  “Remember all the times we came here, Elle?”  I remembered.  I remembered how he threw straw wrappers at me when I wasn’t looking or kicked me under the table.  I remembered how he never got reprimanded because Dad was too afraid to discipline someone else’s son.

           “So Brandon, I suppose you’re moving back here if you get this gig, huh?” Dad inquired, scooting inside the seat.  My heart stopped at this news. 
Brandon moving back to Florida?