Steven: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Novel (4 page)

I looked up at him and then stood on my tiptoes, leaning my body against his. The heat radiated off of his chest and I breathed in, smelling the cologne that was on his skin.

Steven leaned closer, bringing his lips so that they were hovering just inches away from mine. I could feel his breath and I closed my eyes, awaiting that beautiful moment when our lips would touch.

We were almost there, when suddenly, Steven pulled away.

“We can’t,” he said. “We can’t do this. I’m sorry, Kelsey. This isn’t right and we both know it.”

Steven took a step back and then sat on his bed. A feeling of embarrassment and disappointment came over me immediately.

“Who cares, Steven?” I asked. “Nobody has to know. You know as well as I do that there’s an attraction between us. How long are we going to avoid it?”

Steven looked up at me with the first serious expression that I had ever seen on his face.

“You’re my sister,” he said. “Do you have any idea what that means?”

I placed my hands on my hips, cocking my head to the side.

“No, Steven,” I said. “I’m
not
your sister. I’m your stepsister. There’s a big difference.”

Steven shook his head and then stood up, stepping toward me once again. His eyes dilated and a look of lust flashed across his face. I could tell that the two sides of his brain were battling, one side telling him that it was wrong to fool around with his stepsister and the other side encouraging him to follow his carnal instincts.

“You have no idea how badly I want to,” he said. “But even though you’re just my stepsister, I’m pretty sure that it wouldn’t go over well if anybody found out. I’m sorry, Kelsey.”

Then he stepped past me and held open his bedroom door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. “Let’s pretend that this didn’t happen.”

Dammit...

I shook my head and then marched out into the hallway, immediately making my way back to my bedroom. I closed my door behind me and crawled into bed, embarrassed and feeling defeated. I wasn’t really mad at Steven, though. In fact, I understood exactly where he was coming from. But that didn’t change the fact that I wanted him.

“Why do things work out like this?” I asked myself, as I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom.

I could hear Steven shuffling around in the room next door. I immediately began to imagine what could have happened had he not changed his mind at the very last second. I thought about what his kiss would have felt like. Then I began to imagine where it could have gone from there.

Oh, Steven...
I thought.
Why do you have to be so perfect?

I placed my hand on my stomach and began sliding my fingers downward on my body, dragging them along the soft material of my shirt. The tingling sensation was still coursing through me, caused by Steven’s touch. I started to get so turned on just thinking about where things could have led had he gone through with the kiss.

My hands slid downward, across my belly. It was as though they were controlling themselves. When they got to the waist strap of my sweat pants, I slipped my thumbs underneath and began pulling the pants off of my body. I shimmied them down to my knees and then gently placed my fingers over my crotch. My panties were still on and I immediately noticed a wet spot in the front of them.

Wow...Steven really did turn me on...

I began running my fingers in circles over the wet spot, creating waves of pleasure that coursed through me. I started to imagine that Steven and I had completed our kiss. I then thought about what it would have felt like to have him bring his hands down my side, sliding my sweat pants and panties to the ground, rendering the lower half of my body completely naked.

“I want you so bad, Steven,” I whispered, as I started to increase the pressure of my fingers against my clit.

I closed my eyes and continued to imagine. I envisioned Steven then grabbing me with his powerful arms and carrying me to his bed, laying me on my back.

“Yes, Steven,” I said, as quietly as possible. “Take me.”

The waves of sensation continued to increase in my body, as I firmly massaged my pussy. After a few seconds, I grabbed the waist strap of my panties with my free hand and pulled them down to my knees. Then I brought my fingers back to my flower, immediately slipping one of them inside. After that, I went directly back to my daydreaming.

I continued right where I had left off. I imagined myself laying on my back in Steven’s bed, watching as he removed his shirt and pants, his thick cock standing up proudly from a trimmed, black bush of pubic hair.

“I’m yours, Steven,” I imagined saying. “I’m all yours.”

In my mind, Steven then crawled onto the bed, draping my knees over his shoulders. Then he brought his tip to my opening.

“Yes...” I whispered.

I started fingering myself quickly to the thought of Steven’s cock going inside of me. I imagined that it was his manhood and not my finger.

“Oh, God yes...”

My imagination soared and in it, Steven bucked his hips forward firmly, plunging his cock deep into my pussy. The waves of ecstasy pumped through me and I moaned softly, as I felt myself beginning to rise toward orgasm.

“Yes...” I whispered. “Just like that, Steven. Just like that.”

I slipped another finger inside of my pussy and increased the speed that I was pleasuring myself, all the while imagining that it was Steven that was doing the pleasuring. After a few seconds, I felt a final wave of pleasure as I climaxed.

“Yes, Steven, yes...” I groaned.

I felt my pussy clamp around my fingers and immediately after, a gush of my natural lubrication flowed out, soaking my hand. I moaned softly, as the pleasure coursed through me, soaking into every cell in my body and making my senses come alive.

After a moment, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, coming back to reality. I sat up on my bed, my sweat pants and panties around my knees. My hand was soaking wet. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had gotten off like that.

“Wow...” I said, as I stood up from the bed and walked to my bathroom to clean myself up. “Too bad it was all in my imagination. I would have loved for that to have been real...”

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T
he next few weeks after Steven and I’s “almost kiss” were pretty uneventful. We both worked a lot, so I didn’t see him all that often. But when I did, there was almost always sexual tension in the air. I think even our parents noticed it. I found my mom keeping an eye on us whenever Steven and I were hanging out. It was like she could sense the attraction.

But Steven and I were good. We didn’t talk about the kiss we nearly shared and nothing like that had happened since. Things were pretty much normal and I thought for sure that I was over him. I masturbated that one time with him in mind, but that was it. After that, I made a point to put Steven out of my mind for anything beyond platonic reasons.

I thought things were going to be fine. I thought I had gotten over my crush. But when Steven came home one day with a huge smile on his face and a woman by his side, I knew that I was wrong.

“Kelsey, this is my new girlfriend, Allison,” Steven said, as he led the beautiful brunette woman into our home.

I was sitting on the sofa, relaxing after a day at work. As soon as he said the word “girlfriend” I felt my stomach tie up into a knot. I lifted my gaze, bringing it up to Steven and Allison.

“Hi, Kelsey,” Allison said, as she strutted toward me, wearing her high heels and fancy blue dress, which clung tightly to her athletic body. “Steven has told me so much about you. It sounds like you two make pretty good siblings.”

I did my best to fake a smile and then stood up from the couch, quickly shaking Allison’s hand.

“Well, we’re
stepsiblings
,” I responded quickly. “We aren’t brother and sister.”

Allison smirked and then turned back to face Steven.

“Well, Steven, are you ready to go to dinner then?” she asked.

Steven looked past Allison, locking his eyes with mine. I could tell that he was trying to see how I felt about the situation. It was probably clear by my attitude and by the expression on my face that I was jealous. I didn’t want to be, though. I had no right to feel jealous. But still. I did and I couldn’t help it. I wanted to slap Allison right across the face, even though I had just met her and she really hadn’t done anything wrong.
I
wanted Steven. He was
mine
, or at least that’s how the instinctual part of my brain seemed to feel about it.

After a few seconds of silence, Steven finally responded to Allison.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” he said. “Let’s go grab a bite to eat. We can all get acquainted a little later.”

Then he reached forward, grabbing Allison’s hand and leading her back out of the house.

“Good to meet you, Kelsey,” Allison called out, as she stepped out of the front door.

I didn’t respond. I just scowled and shook my head, making my way upstairs to my bedroom.

“What a bitch,” I whispered.

I was still annoyed at her comment about Steven and I being siblings. We
weren’t
siblings. We were of
no
relation whatsoever, except by law.

Once in my room, I stripped out of my work clothes and slipped on my pajamas. It wasn’t even dinnertime yet, but I didn’t want to go anywhere. I was feeling depressed and all that I wanted to do was relax in my room, isolated and alone.

I’m not sure how long I laid in my bed before I fell asleep, but some time later I woke up to the sound of a car door slamming shut in the driveway. A moment later, I heard the front door of the house open and close.

“Is it morning?” I asked myself, as I sat up in my bed.

I glanced toward the window, where I noticed that it had become dark outside. I had no idea what time it was, though. It was one of those naps where you wake up and you’re not even sure what day it is.

After stretching my arms above my head and letting out a satisfying yawn, I stood up, looking over at the clock on the wall.

It’s 11pm. Damn...I’ve been asleep for hours.

As I stood in my room, I reached my hands up and began to wipe the sleep from my eyes. A moment later, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Right then, I remembered that Steven had been on that date with Allison and it was probably him coming home.

I rolled my eyes and then took a seat in the chair in front of my desk, listening as Steven walked past my door and into his own bedroom. I still felt so jealous about the situation. It left a knot of anxiety in my stomach that I hadn’t ever felt before in my life.

Maybe I should just be honest with Steven. Maybe it would be better if he knew exactly how I felt. I can’t keep holding all of this back. It’s going to kill me.

Nothing was going to change or get better as long as I kept my feelings inside. Steven had an idea about my attraction toward him, but I doubted that he understood the full extent of it. And I knew that I had to tell him.

“It’s as good of a time as any,” I said, as I stood up from my desk and marched toward my bedroom door, pulling it open and stepping out into the hallway.

I wasn’t typically quite so bold, but I knew that I had to tell him while I was feeling invincible, otherwise it would never happen. I turned down the hallway and noticed that Steven’s bedroom door was open just a crack and light was pouring out of it and into the dark hallway.

A burst of butterflies flew into my stomach as I neared the door. I was about to put all of my feelings on the line and I had no idea what the repercussions might be. Still, though, I knew that I had to do it.

I pushed on the door and popped my head into his room.

“Steven?” I called out.

There was no response.

I stepped inside and looked around, noticing the clothes that he had been wearing earlier were laying on the bed. They looked as though they had been carelessly tossed there.

“Steven...” I called out, once more.

There was still no response, though.

I took a few more steps into his room. To my right, I heard the sound of running water coming from his bathroom. When I turned my head to look, I noticed that the bathroom door was wide open and Steven was in the shower, the hot water running over his naked body.

Whoops...
I thought.

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes locked onto Steven. He was facing away from me, but I could see the entire back half of his naked body. The muscles in his back contorted as he lathered himself up with soap.

“Wow...” I whispered, as a moist heat presented itself in my crotch at the sight of him.

My eyes moved up and down his body, watching as the lathered soap slid down his back and across his ass. I could practically feel my mouth water as I stood there admiring him. He was gorgeous...so perfect that I could hardly contain myself.

This is so wrong. I can’t just stand here and watch.

But despite what I told myself, I stood there. My body began to tingle and I felt myself become more turned on than I had in some time. Steven finished lathering himself up and I watched as he reached down to his crotch with one of his hands. A moment later, I saw him arm moving quickly. It only took me a minute to realize what he was doing.

Steven leaned his head back slightly and the movement of his arm quickened rapidly. He was jacking off right there in the shower and he had no idea that I was only a few feet away, watching intensely.

God yes...

I felt like I had struck gold. My pussy became damp immediately and before I knew it, I had one of my hands over my crotch, massaging my clit over my pajama bottoms. The desperate throbbing in my pussy became more intense, as Steven turned slightly to the side, allowing me to see his cock for the very first time.

Holy shit...

His shaft was long and thick and he continued stroking it quickly, bringing his hand all the way from the base to the tip with each movement. My flower pumped out juices as I pleasured myself, causing my panties and my pajamas to soak through in the front.