Stepbrother Want (3 page)

Beyond being richer than God, my stepbrother was devastatingly sexy, with wavy dark hair, ice blue eyes, and a body that, at least judging by how he wore a suit, was pretty damn cut. I doubted very much that my panties were the only wet ones in the office when he was around, but that comment just made me wonder if I really was the only one having very unfamilial thoughts lately.

I spent the rest of the day sitting at my receptionist desk, crossing and uncrossing my legs and trying desperately to get some friction against my clit. My panties were soaking, and I wanted nothing more than to excuse myself to the bathroom and finger myself in a bathroom stall, but stepping away from my desk meant I might miss seeing Trent when he left. That was far too much of a risk. I needed to know if I had imagined that flirtatious comment

I sat there for two agonizing hours before he walked past me again. He paused beside my desk. “Up off your knees I see,” he said, a wry smile crossing his lips. “Pity.”

I shivered, his words sending a lightning bolt right to my clit. He noticed. Trent reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a card and laid it down on my desk.

“I am very good at reading people, Kelly. If I’m reading you correctly, I will see you at that address tomorrow at 9:00 in the evening.”

Before I could reply, he turned on his heels and walked out.

He rose from his chair in one fluid motion and crossed the room to me. I’d always thought my stepbrother moved like a predator. He patrolled the office silently, stalking us all, constantly ready to catch any slackers. My back pressed against the cold wood door. The sound of the door locking echoed in the quiet room. I could smell the faint scent of a smoky cologne as he leaned past me to close the blinds.

He breathed deeply, taking in my scent. Then he was on me.

The door handle dug into my back as he pushed me up against the door, kissing me with a force that would leave bruises on my lips. His tongue battled with mine until I was breathless. Then he stepped back like it was nothing, and addressed me warily.

“I’m open to your offer, but what you propose could cost me my standing and you your entire standing in this company. Fraternization between employees is strictly forbidden. You need to keep your mouth shut.” He hands slowly unfastened his belt buckle. “Except for when I’m using it.”

His words and presence were effecting me more than I wanted to admit. My nipples were even harder and I could feel heat and wetness growing between my legs. I nodded, and started to unbutton my shirt.

“Slowly.” He ordered. “I’d like to savor this.”

He sat back down in his desk chair, his hand idly stroking the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Each button that opened revealed another flash of creamy skin. The final one popped off as I opened it, landing someone in the corner as the shirt slipped to the ground and left me bare breasted in front of my boss.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said matter-of-factly. “Only sluts walk around with a bra. Are you a slut Anna?’

“Do you want me to be?” I countered.

He chuckled darkly. “What I want is for you to bring those tits over here.”

I crossed the room to him slowly, the heels of my shoes tapping on the floor. My nipples were erect in the cool air, but I couldn’t blame how wet I was on the room temperature.

“Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.” Obediently, I did, hiking up my red pencil skirt to reveal my plain white panties. The entire crotch was soaked with my juices, and the wet spot was obvious to his eyes. “I’ve been able to smell how wet you are since you walked into this office. You’re absolutely dripping for it. I always knew that good girl thing was an act. I think you are a slut, Anna. You might have even forgotten that meeting on purpose, just to give yourself an excuse.” He groped my tits roughly, pinching my nipples until they were bright red and swollen.

“I bet you think about me at night, don’t you?” he observed. “When you’re alone in your bed, you put your fingers inside your pussy and think about your nasty stepbrother James.”

I flushed because he was right. I had masturbated more than once with his face in my mind over the years. A favorite fantasy had me spread out on one of the big project tables while he pounded into my pussy. I just hoped I could satisfy him with a blowjob. It was still cheating on Harry, but it didn’t feel quite as wrong as going all the way.

“Touch yourself.”

“What?” I asked, slamming my legs shut, slightly horrified at the thought of him watching me with those intense eyes.

“You heard me. I want to watch you do everything you do to yourself at night.” He smiled before adding, “Do it or no deal.”

Trembling, I reopened my legs and lowered my right hand between them, cupping my mound. My left hand went to my breast and slowly rubbed my nipples, lighting little sparks of pleasure across my nerves.

I traced the outline of my pussy through the damp white cotton covering it. I slide my finger along the slit before sliding upwards to push inside my panties. I let my eyes slide partially shut, enough so that the room was less focused and I could imagine I was safe at home. Nothing strange was going on. I was just laying in my bed releasing some tension after a long day.

I was soaking wet and there was no denying that I was aroused by this whole situation. I started rubbing my clit in small circles. I couldn’t hold back the low moans. “James,” I gasped. “Do you want me to take them off?”

“Yes,” he answered, his voice clipped. I reopened my eyes to see his pants were undone and his cock was in his hands. That sight combined with my fantasies was too much and I climaxed, biting back a shriek as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

“I didn’t say you could come.” His voice was cold.

“I’m sorry, James,” I answered as soon as I found my voice again. “I am a slut. I saw your cock and it turned me on so much that I came before I could stop myself.”

“You’ll have to be punished then.” His voice sounded almost gleeful. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

“So,” he began, “you like to be watched.”

That was not what I was expecting.

I looked up to see him leaning against his desk, blue eyes twinkling with an amusement that drained the coiled tension out of me.

My lips curled into a smile. “I do. I don’t think I’m the only one.”

He laughed. “You most definitely are not. I always knew the two of us had a lot in common. I never realized just how much it was.”

“Did you know it was me from the beginning, Aaron?” I asked, relaxing back into the soft leather chair, allowing my legs to fall apart ever so slightly.

He shook his head. “Not right away. I didn’t even realize it was the same office at first until I counted windows.”

“What were you doing over there?”

“Evan Williams,” he answered. “One of the other partners has a place in that high rise and he asked me to water his plants while he was out of town. Usually he’d make one of the secretaries do it, but I told him to stop treating the girls like personal servants, so he made me do it.” He laughed quietly before turning serious. “When I realized it was you, I almost stopped but. . . you were just so fucking sexy. It’s sick. . . to want your own stepsister, but I enjoyed watching you. And I’d do it again.”

“You’re not the only sick one,” I countered. “When I realized it was you, I was afraid of how you’d react but I wasn’t disgusted. I’ve been thinking about you like that for years.” My voice dropped and I stared at the floor. “Every time I touch myself at night, I’m wishing my fingers were yours.”

I looked up to see my stepbrother staring at me with a look of pure lust on his face. And I took the time to really look around his office and see it as something other than “My brother’s office.” It was on the corner of the building and two entire walls were made of glass. At night it would be like being inside a fishbowl.

Suddenly I was very very wet.

“You noticed the walls huh?” Aaron asked, standing up and walking to the wall behind his desk. “The view is amazing, and it feels so free and open. I’m not going to lie, the first time I walked into this room I thought about how amazing it would be to fuck someone against that glass wall.”

I whimpered softly at the image that flowed from my mind to that spot right between my thighs.

“When I saw you watching that couple fucking across the street, I thought I was right about you. You weren’t embarrassed at being caught watching real life porn by your stepbrother.” He turned back to me. “And you weren’t just watching them because they were having sex. You were watching them because they were being public about it and they knew it.”

“It’s getting a bit dark in here, Aaron,” I said softly. “Would you like me to turn on the light?”