Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

       Jean Carlo spread me apart with his thumbs and plunged his manhood deep
inside me again. I braced myself on the cold wet wall in front of me as he
continued to search for his pleasure inside my pussy.  My ass met him with a
welcome slap of body against body.  I could feel his muscular abs as he
continued to use me for his gratification.  Jean Carlo reached forward and
painfully grabbed handfuls of my breasts, all the while continuing to ram his
manhood in my delicate flower.  The feeling of orgasm welled up inside me until
with a thrust from behind that almost displaced me from the wall, Jean Carlo
shot his load deep in my center, I came hard along with him. 
       We both stayed fixed in our positions, not wanting to move in an attempt
to preserve the intensity of the moment.  I never wanted to lose this feeling,
but knew that it could not possibly stay forever.  Righting myself I turned
around and looked into Jean Carlo’s strong eyes,

       “Where have you been? Are you OK?”

       “That tale young
lady is a long one, but know this.  You and I are meant to be together and my
only thoughts as of late have been of you. 

       “Where were you Jean Carlo? Where have you been.”

       “That is not
important right now.  Come away with me, come away with me forever.”

       “How would will
live?  What would we do for money?”

       “Money will
never be your worry again.”

       “What do you
mean.”

       “I have more
money then any 10 people could spend in a lifetime.”

       “How is that
possible?”

       “I will explain
it all later, for now I have to go.  Know this though my love. You and I will
never have a worry again in life.”      

       “Jean Carlo, I
am going to need some time with all of this.  This is all really new to me.”

       “I understand,
know though that you are everything I want and everything I need. My ever
waking desire and ever present thought. I love you Jenni, be mine.”

       As he looked at me in the darkness I could not help but feel a little
sorry for him because I was not sure I felt the same way.  The one thing that I
did know is that I was certainly willing to find out.  I took Jean Carlo’s hand
that night and walked back with him to his Motorcycle, kissed him on the lips
and said,

       “I will come for you Jean Carlo, I promise.”

Man
of the House Obsession
There
were things money could not buy and there was something I really wanted.

He
was the man of the house, always took care of me.  I wanted to show him my
gratitude, in the
most intimate of ways
.  We lived a life of privilege
and never had to want for anything. 

        Debbie decided it was time for her to pursue what it is she wanted and
she would do it with all the vigor and passion she knew how.  Something however
was amiss, when the man of the house brought home an unexpected woman.

When
Debbie hears the two of them getting hot and heavy she sneaks in to take a
peak.  What would happen next would change their relationship forever.

This
book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or
actual events is entirely coincidental.   Any names, characters, places,
businesses, and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright  
2015

        I was very grateful for the life that was
afforded to me.  I had everything I could have possibly wanted.  My mother
married a Billionaire when I was a young. Too young to know he wasn’t my
father.  I had only known him and he has been a wonderful provider, protector,
and confidant.  We lived in a palatial palace, on the ocean and most days were
beautiful ones, the ones that were not were rare. 

        Today is one of those incredible days.  I was
sitting at the table by the ocean looking at the sea.  The sun is shining, the
sky is bright blue.  You can hear the ocean waves gently crashing onto the
shore.  An Osprey flies overhead, that bird always amazed me, its enormous size
was so majestic so prehistoric.  It flew with such ease, yet such intention, such
purpose. At the same time, I could not help and think how lonely they always
seemed.  It was rare that I would see them in pairs and it made me wonder if
they ever actually partnered long enough to be happy. 

        Eventually, I had to leave one of my favorite places by the sea to
prepare to go to work.  I didn’t have to work, but I loved to work.  My job was
taking care of children; it was the most important thing to me in the world.  I
made my way around to the side of the house.  We had a vast expanse of land all
around the house, and this side is where all the staff seemed to congregate.  
I noticed that they were all sitting around doing nothing.  They always
appeared to do nothing when Step Father wasn’t paying attention, what did they
care?  We lived in an enormous house and there was just 2 of us.  There was not
enough work for the large staff that we employed, but there was so much money
there was no point to getting rid of them either.  I felt sorry that they
seemed to take advantage of Step Father, but I had no control over them and
really we had so much money anyways, what was the difference.  I could tell him
what happens when he is not here, but that was not the type of person I am. 

       
        “Hi, Ms. Debbie.”

        “Oh Hi, Cindy.” 

        Cindy was our Baker; we were lucky enough to have one on staff to make
us fresh bread and other goodies daily.  The house always had the sweet smell
of baked goods, which in my estimation was worth having a baker on its own
merit. It was strange to me to be so wealthy and most people of privilege get
used to this whole being rich thing.  I guess because I was not truly born into
it, I never really got used to it.  I was very young when this all took place
and was thankful every day for Step coming into my life that. Step was what I
called him, Dad never seemed right, and stepfather was too long. 

        There were some hard times at the mansion when
Mother and Step divorced.  My mother was a hard woman.  A hard, demanding woman
and for my sanctity I decided to stay with Step.  I think I made the right
decision to stay here.   I looked over to the baker as she began to speak.

        “Ms. Debbie, I have made you some fresh bread for breakfast, it is on
the table if you would like it.  Unless of course you would want me to bring it
to you so you can sit by the seaside. I am happy to do so.”

        I hated the fact that it seemed like these people were enslaved to me
and that they owed me their attention, so it was rare that I would accept the
help that they offered.  However sitting by the sea eating fresh bread sounded
like a great idea. 

        “Thanks for the idea Cindy, I am going to go and get it myself and eat
it by the sea, don’t trouble yourself, I like the walk.”

        Cindy smiled at me and nodded her head.  She used to fight me when I
wanted to do things on my own, but we have since then come to an understanding
that when I say no, I mean no.  There is no hidden agenda; there is no unsaid
words, nothing like that. 

        I took a moment to turn around and look at the ocean view we had; I
always loved the sea.  Our yard in the back was a large expanse of green grass,
perfectly groomed by the onsite gardener; he was amazing.  The grass looked
like the green on a golf course.  At the end of the grass was our private beach
that usually had a few of our friends and or family there at any time on the
weekends.  I could not blame them, it was just too beautiful. 

        Taking a deep breath of the ocean air made me feel wonderful.  I turned
around then to look at the large open glass doors which led into the sun room
of our mansion.  The white drapes flowed with the blowing of the ocean breeze
and looked like they belonged in a dream.  Looking deeper into the house the
white and gray marble tiles and enormous marble pillars were very impressive
even though I saw them every day.  

        Walking inside I felt the breeze on my neck, and I could smell freshly
baked bread.  Much like the rest of my life, that was something that I never
quite felt comfortable with.   On the table in the sunroom was some freshly
baked bread some fruit and a Mimosa.  Ah the breakfast of Billionaires, I
thought to myself. Before I could pick it up, our house Butler grabbed it and
began walking in front of me.   I think he did this because he derived joy from
seeing me fight with him when I didn’t want to be waited on. 

        “Now Jordan, we are not going to have to do this every day.”

        “Ma’am?”

        “You know I do not want you carrying that for
me.”

        “Yes ma’am, but it is my privilege.”

        “Very well Jordan, I know it is not true, but
if you must, you must.”

        “Yes, Ma’am.”

        Jordan and I walked together down to the
seaside, I often took his arm as I walked, it made me feel comfortable.  We
talked a little about his family and he talked to me about mine and when we
arrived at the large table by the sea, he placed it down. 

        “Is there to be anything else, Ma’am?”

        “Where is Step, Jordan?”

        “He is getting ready now, he has a meeting in
Miami this afternoon.”

        “Is he planning to go for long?”

        “No Ma’am, he will be back later tonight.”

        “Wonderful.”

        “Please let me know if you require anything
else.”

        “Thank you Jordan I will.”

       
        Jordan took his leave and left me with the breathtaking view of the
ocean.  It was morning so no one was here it was just me and the ocean.  Well,
no one but the entire staff.  Thankfully they were in the house. 

        I began to think of Step and how hard he
worked to continually keep up with this extravagant life.  He was such an
amazing man, no matter what happened he continued to soldier on.  He had taught
me so many things about life, love and everything in-between.  I wish there
were some way I could pay him back. Just then I heard Step say my name.

       
        “Ah, sweet Debbie, there you are.”

        “Hi Step how are you.” 

       
        I jumped up out of my seat and ran over to greet him with my usual big
hug, he picked me up and swung me around as he always did.  He was always so
strong.  I kissed him on the cheek and then he put me down.  I could smell his
Cologne it permeated deep into my mind.  It was a smell that I equated with
Step, he always wore that cologne, and I loved it.

        “I am great dear, you know I have to go to Miami today.”

        “Yes Step, Jordan had told me.”

        “I hope you are not mad.”

        “Of course not step, but maybe when you get
back, we can spend some time together.”

        “Well, I may not be back until late, will you
wait up for me?”

        “Of course Step, you know me, I always wait
for you.”

        “And I hope you always will my darling.  For
now I am off.”

         “Bye Step, safe travels.”

        “Bye, Darling.”

        I watched Step walk away and began to think about him and how he was
always willing to help me; I had never given him a problem he could not solve. 
He was always willing and able to help me through some of the tough times in my
life, boyfriend breakups, bad marks in school, trouble with friends.  It did
not matter the issue or the scale; he was always helping me out.

        Then the thoughts became strange, it was hard to ignore how good
looking Step was.  His perfectly groomed hair, his sculpted features, his
strong muscular frame.   He was also always so well dressed, he only wore the
finest of suits.  They were custom made of the finest silks, never had I known
a man that was better dressed then my Step. 

 Lately, I found myself feeling aroused by him.  I
wanted to touch him; I wanted more then I should want from him.  I knew it
wasn’t right, and it did not make me feel great, but I wanted to feel his touch
on my skin, I wanted to feel his body on mine, naked.  I wanted the feel of his
tender lips on mine, but most of all I wanted to feel him inside of me. 

       
        I quickly tried to wipe those feelings from my mind they seemed so very
wrong.  I was probably just horny, you may not believe it, but I had a pretty
wild sexual imagination.  There were very few things in my mind that I did not
fantasize about and the more this thinking went on, the more I realized it was
time for me to go upstairs and take care of some…personal business.

        I grabbed and ate the rest of my bread and headed up the perfectly manicured
lawn.  Running past the wide-open back doors and rushing to get to my room.  I
took notice of the palatial palace that was my home; I was unsure if I had ever
not been amazed by the look of this place.  I looked at the immense well
painted ceiling.  You would not be able to tell the difference between it and
some of the palaces in Europe.  Holding up the beautiful ceiling was many
immense marble pillars that must be thirty to forty feet high.  I whisked past
the pillars almost tripping as I went for the beautiful marble staircase which
led to the bedrooms upstairs.  It was a split staircase with the smaller rooms,
if you could call them that, to the right and the larger ones to the left
including mine. 

        I stopped looking at the ambiance of my beautiful home because my
thoughts were only of touching myself, my mind raced with thoughts of Step.  I
went past his room and caught a whiff of his cologne, it made me quiver and
sent a shot of heat through my core.  It was like he was right there beside me. 
I recalled his large hands as they sometimes touched mine and thought about
them rubbing my breasts and caressing my stomach.  I wished he would touch me I
wondered if that opportunity would ever arise. 

        I ran up to my room, threw off my clothes and shut the door, jumping on
my bed.  I began to think of my ultimate fantasy as I rubbed my pussy.  I
fantasized that I was walking by Step’s bedroom door, looking in I could see he
was just stepping out of the shower.  He dressed in a towel and walking over to
his closet, to pick out his clothes for the day.   As he turned away from me,
he dropped his towel revealing is gorgeous frame and tight ass.  I slowly begin
to walk towards his door and hide behind it as he continued into his closet. 
His room is so big that it has its own dressing room, so when he was out of
sight I knew he had gone in there, and I followed him. As I get to the next
door, I see he is rubbing cream on his massive cock and the rest of his body.

       
        Oh my god, OH MY GOD.  I could not hold it any longer and I came.  Just
the fantasy is enough, I cannot begin to imagine the reality?

       
        Sometimes after I masturbate I feel regret for the things that I think
about and though this was not the first time imagined myself with Step I felt
extra guilty.  He was after all like a father to me and this whole thing seemed
wrong.  How can I think of him in this way?

       
        On the other hand, if it was so wrong, did it feel so right? Would my
body and my mind betray me?  That didn’t make sense to me either.  After all he
was not a blood relation, I have needs and feelings, I am old enough!  I walked
into the shower continuing the self-righteous rant in my head until I realized
that I was being crazy and had to stop.   Laughing it off, I continued to shower
to get ready for the day.

        I was one of the lucky ones; I got to work at whatever I wanted to do
because money was of no concern to me.  Of course, I chose to work with
children because they are truly the greatest little things in the world.  I was
a daycare worker and had a class of kids aged 5-10 years old, it was hard work,
but it was also rewarding work.  All day long I was asked very interesting
questions by some very interesting little people. 

       
        One day I would have one of my own, but I needed to find the perfect
man first.  You hear such crazy stories in the world about things that go on,
the last thing I wanted was to have a wild child or a child who is sick.  I
needed to have someone of the perfect stock, like Step.  I now realized just how
much I looked up to him, how much I actually needed him and truly how much I
loved him.