My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance) (6 page)

How was this possible? He hadn’t even taken his cock out and already I was this close to cumming.

I wanted to cry out. I wanted to moan more loudly than I’d ever moaned in my life. Scratch that, I wanted to scream. But I was just too aware of the fact that there were people working just outside Kaleb’s door, and if I was too loud, one of them might come in unannounced and then we’d have a lot of explaining to do.

So I kept my voice down to a low moan. It was insane how hard it was to do. I clutched at Kaleb’s hair as he moved his tongue in and out of me.

“Oh God, Kaleb, I’m going to cum,” I muttered breathlessly as I could tell the pressure building up inside of me was reaching some kind of end point. Surely it couldn’t keep going on like this, I felt like my body was going to explode.

My blood was on fire. My body was shaking. My back was arched, my mouth opened in a soundless “o” as I refused to cry out the pleasure I was feeling.

“Good. Cum for me. Cum hard,” Kaleb whispered before moving his tongue back to my clit. The feeling of his velvety muscle on my pearl was enough to completely drive me over the edge.

Pleasure racked my body as the orgasm washed over me. Wave after wave of pleasure, pleasure so intense I thought I was going to faint. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t… anything. Every single ounce of my body was focused on only one thing: the pure, unadulterated pleasure coursing through my veins as my body experienced the ultimate pleasure.

As the feeling began to pass, my muscles relaxed and I came back down to earth, my legs still trembling slightly, I knew this was definitely going to be a summer to remember.

Oh man.

In my mind, there’s absolutely nothing sexier than looking at a woman that you’ve just ravaged into complete and total exhaustion. And that was exactly what Olivia looked like.

She was completely spent. Still sitting on the desk, her little legs trembling, her breasts heaving up and down with every breath. She was such a perfect, perky little thing. I wanted to turn her around and fuck her right then and there. But she was obviously way too spent for that.

It was the first time anyone had eaten her out. Could Mike have been any worse of a boyfriend to her? Like, what kind of guy does a girl and doesn’t let her experience
that
?

Fucking dick. He wasn’t good enough for her anyway, obviously.

“So, did you like that? Doing what I tell you isn’t that bad, is it?” I asked her. I knew the answer already, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her tell me how good I was.

“Oh my God. How did you do that? That was amazing.”

Reaching down onto the floor I grabbed her clothes and handed them back to her.

“It’s a trade secret.”

“Learned through plenty of practice, I imagine?” Olivia asked. How was I supposed to answer that? Well, it wasn’t like pretending I was some kind of innocent virgin man was ever going to work. So I just shrugged.

“Maybe. Ok, yes. Definitely. But I brought out my A-game for you, Kitten. Not everyone gets that.”

She put her clothes back on and started to reach for the panties on my desk, but I grabbed her wrist and she looked up at me with those cute little kitten eyes, and I wondered how they’d look when she was on her knees looking up at me. I knew that I’d find out soon enough.

“Not a chance, Kitten. You gave me these, so now they’re mine. You can spend the rest of the day knowing that I’ve got them.”

I could tell she wanted to protest, wanted to beg me to let her wear her panties again for the rest of the day, but as if she knew it wasn’t going to work, she didn’t actually say anything.

Olivia looked like she was going to leave, then paused.

“Something on your mind?” I asked.

“No. I mean yes. Yes, definitely,” she replied, looking a bit annoyed that I had read her thoughts. Well, when she made it that obvious, she couldn’t be that surprised that I figured it out, could she?

“So… shoot.”

Olivia looked at the seat in front of my desk and decided to sit down in it.

“Look… if we’re going to do this… I don’t want it to be… you know…”

I waited patiently for her to get the thought out.

“I want there to be some guidelines, some rules,” she finally spat out.

I had to laugh. I couldn’t help myself. This was so perfectly Olivia. The straight-A student, the girl who saw I was holding a party when she was in tenth grade with a bunch of college freshmen and instead of helping herself just scrunched up her nose and went upstairs to study. On a Friday night.

So the fact that she wanted some rules to go along with our no-strings-attached fun was definitely not a surprise, but I still found it hilarious.

“What?” she asked in response to my laughter. “I’m serious!” She was so cute when she was angry.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just so typically you to want to make a list of things we can and can’t do.”

“Well… those are my terms.”

“Alright, what rules do you want?”

“For one thing, this can only last for the summer.”

“Well duh, you’re going away somewhere afterwards. I guess you’re leaning towards Harvard now?”

“I haven’t decided yet. And it might be obvious, but I still want it on the record.”

“Duly noted. What else?”

“You absolutely under no circumstances can tell anyone about this.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, duh. Thanks captain obvious.”

“I’m just making sure,” Olivia replied defensively, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Ok, well you don’t need to worry. I promise I will keep the fact that I am banging my stepsister all to myself.”

“And I have one more rule.”

“Shoot.”

“Ok I don’t actually have a third rule. But I thought it sounded better with three.”

“That’s ok, I’ll just throw in a rule of my own. No matter what I tell you to do, for the rest of the summer, you do it.”

I made sure to look Olivia in the eye as I told her, and I could see her squirming, but I also detected a bit of excitement behind those eyes as she realized what I was saying. That’s why when she nodded, I wasn’t too surprised.

“Good. We know what’s happening, no confusion, no mix-ups,” she said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to catch up on some work.”

I smiled to myself as I watched her leave the office, checking out her perfect little peach-shaped ass. This summer was going to be awesome.

Was this really happening? Was it real life?

Holy shit.

It was happening.

Kaleb had agreed to my rules, and put one in of  his own. I had to obey him. Every time he told me to do something, for the entire summer, I had to do it.

I wanted to be mad about that. I wanted to hate it. I wanted my brain to rebel, to say that was too much, that I didn’t want to be involved. But I couldn’t help myself. It sounded so hot. Plus whenever Kaleb ordered me to do something, whenever he took complete control the way only he could, it drove me absolutely insane in the between-my-legs department.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I rushed back out to my desk and put my head in my hands. At least the dividers that really made my desk area into a cubicle meant no one was looking as I rested my head down on my desk and wondered what on earth I’d just gotten myself into.

This wasn’t me at all. I wasn’t the kind of person that did this sort of thing. Was Kaleb’s bad-boy attitude rubbing off one me or something?

On the bright side, this had a time limit. In the fall, I’d be going to college. There would be no more games, no more sex with my stepbrother.

It was good, knowing there was an actual, physical end to this. It made me feel more secure, knowing we had an end date, the two of us were ok with it, and all that.

Stop trying to convince yourself this is a good idea. I can’t believe you just did that. You’re impossible
, I scolded myself, but there was nothing to be done about it.

It wasn’t like some kind of one-time thing anymore. My stepbrother had just eaten me out in his office.

This was crazy.

I spent about ten minutes trying to focus on the work I had to do. I was only an intern, but I knew quite a bit about accounting already, and I was a quick study. While Kaleb hadn’t actually given me anything to do yet, I had him e-mail me everything he had about the project, and I had decided to start doing my own analysis. After all, I was being paid to work, so I might as well do that. No one had even asked me to go on a coffee break.

Still, I had absolutely no focus. I couldn’t think about ROI, I couldn’t think about balance sheets, all I could think about was Kaleb’s tongue on my clit, of the feeling as he slid it in and out of me, as he lapped up my juices and then made me taste them by kissing me.

No, this was stupid.

I looked at the clock in the bottom corner of my computer screen. It wasn’t noon yet, but it was close enough that I could still go out and get lunch. I needed a break.

But what if Kaleb wants you back here?
I asked myself.
What if you miss out on the chance for…

My brain left the thought unfinished, but the rush of endorphins that coursed through me was unmistakeable.

No, this was bad. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Grabbing my phone, I made my way to the elevator as fast as I could.

“If Kaleb needs me tell him to text me, I’ll be having lunch,” I told Helen on the way out. I wasn’t going to say anything, but after all, the guy
was
my boss.

She nodded at me to say she understood, then went back to her work. Stepping into the elevator I took out my phone and texted my best friend, Annie.

Lunch?

Her reply came back about thirty seconds later.

Always. You downtown?

Yeah, at the Leeman offices.

Cool, meet you at the bistro in 20?

Sounds good.

The Bistro was what Annie and I called out favourite hangout. To be honest, I wasn’t even really sure what it was called. It was a pretty non-descript hole in the wall, but they made the most amazing all-day breakfasts, great coffee, and the window seats were fantastic to people-watch while having a nice chat with a girlfriend.

And that was definitely what I needed right now.

Fifteen minutes later I was nestled deep inside a beanbag chair at the back of the bistro. The lunch rush was starting as office workers got their food to take away, but I sat with a menu on the table across from me, unopened. I didn’t need to bother, I knew every single thing on the menu here.

This was a good idea. I hadn’t seen Annie since school ended. I knew she was busy volunteering at a hospital, with the same plan as I had: get that experience going! So I was thrilled that she was able to make it to lunch, and when she walked in still wearing her scrubs, she was still way more beautiful than any of the other women that had come in. With long, curly black hair, almond shaped eyes and a mouth that curled up into the most gorgeous little smile, it wasn’t any surprise to me that Annie had been scouted by modeling agencies when we were teenagers.

Still, she had turned them all down. Annie wanted to be a neurosurgeon, and modeling was going to get in the way of that plan.

She came over, I stood up and gave her a hug, then she sat down in the chair across from me.

“Oh it feels good to get off my feet,” she exclaimed, sinking deep into the chair and throwing her head back.

“How long was your shift?”

“About twelve hours. I wasn’t even supposed to go in last night, but then I got a call from Marie that Claire, the little girl getting chemo for her leukemia, was having nightmares and asking for me, and so I said I’d be right over, and then little do I know I’m still there when I get your text.”

I laughed. Annie was hands down the hardest worker I’d ever met. We were best friends, competitors for the top awards at school every year, and completely inseparable. We told each other
everything
. Although today, obviously, I was going to have to leave some stuff out.

“You work way too hard for a volunteer job, Annie.”

“I know. But I love the kids so much. I’m so glad they let me just hang around with them. I learn so much just from watching the doctors and nurses, and playing dolls with six year olds is really not the worst way to spend a summer.”

“Even at three in the morning?”

“Even at three in the morning. Now, I’m famished. Have you ordered yet?”

As if just on cue, Tom came by, one of the waiters.

“So ladies, know what you’re getting?” he asked, and we both nodded.

“French toast with strawberries please!” I ordered. I saw Tom smile. It was what I always ordered. “And also a vanilla latte,” I added. It must have been from the ‘adventure’ that morning with Kiegan, but I was exhausted.

“I’ll have two scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and some French toast, and a double espresso, and an orange juice please,” Annie added.

“So basically everything on the menu,” I summarized, laughing. How on earth Annie managed to eat so much and still stay so thin was absolutely beyond me.

“Oh shut up, I haven’t eaten in almost eighteen hours,” Annie replied, sticking her tongue out at me. “Anyway, tell me about your life. How’s your summer been?”

I shrugged in reply. I wanted nothing more than to be able to tell her about Kaleb. I wanted to tell her about everything he made me feel, how I trembled from his orgasms, how the touch of his fingers on my skin made my body come to life. But I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was a secret Kaleb and I had to keep for ourselves. After all, that was the rule. We had set it. And we had set it for a reason. What we were doing was so
wrong
, we couldn’t tell anyone. And that meant I couldn’t tell my best friend.

“I’m just kind of starting work at my stepdad’s company,” I replied. “I started on Friday. A weird day to start. But I got the news from Yale, I didn’t get in.”

The smile fell off Annie’s face as she immediately turned sympathetic.

“Oh my God, Livvie, I’m so sorry,” she told me, reaching across and taking my hands in hers. “I know how much you wanted to get in, and I can’t believe that with your application, you didn’t!”

“Thanks, Annie,” I replied. “I appreciate it.”

“So what’s the plan now?” she asked, and I shrugged again.

“I don’t know. You know, it’s funny. I did have a second and third and fourth choice, but a part of me never really believed I wouldn’t get into Yale. So now it’s kind of all new. But I think it’s going to be Stanford or Harvard.”

“Ooooh, come to Stanford, we can be roommates and hang out and still be best friends forever together!” Annie exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

“I’m not going to lie, you going there is like at least 90% of the reason I want to.  Otherwise I think I’d be Harvard all the way.”

“Yessss, good girl!” Annie exclaimed. “Anyway, how’s the job going? How’s actually being paid for your work?”

I had to laugh at that. “Well it is pretty awesome. Even if it is just minimum wage, and just so I wouldn’t have to label it as an unpaid internship on my resume. But yeah, it’s ok. Kaleb didn’t go to work at all on Friday, and I don’t really have any work to do, so I got Kaleb to email me what his dad sent him and I’ve just been doing kind of my own report.”

Annie grinned. “You know, I think you’re the only person on the planet who gets a job without really having anything to do and then goes ahead and does the entire thing a team of five people are supposed to work on all by herself.”

“I am not!” I protested. “You would have done the exact same thing.”

Just then our food arrived, and we both dug into our breakfasts. It still counts as breakfast even when it’s after noon, right?

“So tell me about the hospital,” I asked her. “And the rest of your summer.”

“Well, the hospital is awesome. It’s good fun and I’m learning a lot. There isn’t really anything hard to do since I’m not actually qualified to do anything, the most actual work I do is sometimes the nurses will let me wrap a bandage, or apply a bandaid to an owie, that sort of thing. But it’s good, because I get to see things like bedside manner, how to deal with patients and their loved ones, and I get a lot of experience looking at charts and stuff. Most of the parents are great about letting me see their kids’ charts when I explain that I’m going to medical school. So I love it. Other than that, I’m not up to much. Though I did meet a guy!”

“Wow, color me not surprised at all! Dish!” I ordered, slightly ashamed that the first thing I thought was
I bet the sex isn’t nearly as good as with Kaleb
.

“There’s not that much to dish about. His little sister was in the hospital with a broken arm, and he brought her in. He was babysitting and she talked him into letting her go onto the top part of the jungle gym. The sister told him that mommy always lets her, so he figured it’d be fine, until she fell of the high monkey bars and landed right on her arm. I calmed him down since he was so worried that his mom was going to kill him, and then after he asked me out for a drink to thank me, and I agreed, and we’ve been seeing each other a bit ever since.”

“Nice, what’s his name?”

“Shaun. Turns out he’s pretty nice. I mean, it’s nothing serious or anything, but it’s fun. How about you? Gotten over Mike yet?”

I jokingly sneered at Annie.

“You know damn well I’ve been over him for a long time.”

“I know, but I still like to remind you about how sad you were when he broke up with you.”

I laughed, embarrassedly, at the memory.

“Remember how I made you go out and get us ice  cream, and I specifically wanted Ben & Jerry’s because that was break-up ice cream, and I wanted to do the feeling-sorry-for-myself thing perfectly?”