Stepbrother: Forbidden Cravings: Stepbrother Romance Boxed Set

by Heated Desires Publishing

  “Three dear, the next one will be marriage number three not two. Pete and I only lived together, we were not married,” Gina answered so lightly that it made Sam look up at both of them in awe.

  “I am so sorry dear, this is how Holly and I relate,” Gina apologized when he read Sam’s shocked expression. He looked over at his father who seemed equally relaxed as the rest of them and didn’t seemed bothered for one minute, the whole confusion at the table made him drop his fork.

  He bent down to pick it and almost hit his head in shock after seeing the scene that was going on. Gina’s hand was buried deep in his father’s crotch and was moving up and in down in slow motions.

  Sam quickly sat back up and looked over at Gina and then at his dad, both were acting normal and carrying out casual conversation.

  “May I be excused,” Sam asked as he stood up and did not wait to be granted permission to leave the table.

  “Sure,” was his father’s reply as he Sam got to his feet and headed to his room. His mind was whirling as he miserably failed at trying to delete the image that he had just seen from his head.

  A slight knock on the door spiraled his attention back to earth.

  “Who is it?” Sam called out as he sat on his bed ready to send away whoever was on the other side of the doorway.

  “It’s Holly,” a sweet cherry voice replied from the other side of the door. Sam sat up on his bed all of a sudden. He had not expected her to follow him behind and he did not know how to respond. His mind drifted back to the morning incident and he could feel the reaction in his crotch. The door opened and Holly slipped in without being welcomed in. She locked the door behind her and proceeded to walk to where Sam was standing.

  Every step she took closer made Sam’s heart pound harder. Her hips swayed this way and that and was a bit exaggerated by the floral dress that she had on. She got to where Sam was standing and engaged him in a long passionate kiss. Sam pulled her closer and run his hands on her back; he locked her in a tight embrace and heard a soft moan escape her throat from the gesture that he had made.

  The two indulged in a hot make out session for a minute longer before Sam broke free and stared deep and longingly into Holly’s wanting eyes.

  “What are we doing? You are my sister,” Sam asked.

  “Step sister,” Holly corrected.

  “There is still a boundary, an invisible line that we should not cross,” Sam went on.

  Holly moved closer to Sam and held him close to him again; she pressed her breast on Sam’s chest.

  “A brother never has a hard on for his sister, invisible line or not,” Holly started “I know you want me Sam, I want you too”.

  “Yes but…” Sam started.

  “Besides, we both know that their marriage won’t last. We will only be brother and sister for a very short time,” Holly cut in.

  Sam tried to make sense of what Holly was saying but he couldn’t think straight, his judgment was blinded by desire. He ran his hand on Holly’s back and slowly unzipped her dress.

  He watched as the dress fell carelessly to the floor and stood back to admire her perfect slender body. She looked more beautiful up close as he tried to make a mental comparison with to the previous day when he had first seen her in the pool.

  Holly loved the way Sam stared at her. She liked how his gaze deliciously licked her body and let out a warm seductive smile. She took in Sam’s well built body and she wanted nothing more than to be locked in his embrace and feel his naked body.

  She walked over to him again and began striping him off his clothes. She did it with such urgency and need and liked how Sam responded with the same need and urgency. Before she knew it, they were both lying naked on top of Sam’s bed and making passionate love.

  Holly felt Sam in her and she loved it. This was not only physical as she had thought but there was something more to it. She hoped that she did not have feelings for her step brother as that would be very hard to brush off.

  Sam on the other hand, had pushed everything else out of his mind and concentrated on nothing else but this stunning creature that lay underneath him. After a few minutes of earth rocking pleasure, they both lay side by side panting in each other’s arms.

  “I have to get going,” Holly said as she got on her feet “I promised mum I would take her shoe shopping and will have to shower first before she smells your manly scent all over me,” Holly said as she got dress in a hurry.

  “About that, you are very rude to your mum”, Sam said, he was not sure if he had asked a question or simply made a statement that needed a comment.

  He watched as Holly let out a chuckle and brushed off Sam’s statement with her hand as if it was nothing important before saying “That is how my mum and I relate, it works for us”.

  “Do you have any kind of relationship with your father?” Holly inquired. She walked over to Sam and turned around so that he could help her with her sipper. Sam took a while to answer, he marveled at Holly’s beautiful body and felt that he could take her right there and then but he knew they had to be careful if they did not want to get caught.

  “Not really,” Sam replied “We hardly talk; we mostly talk about bills and money, never anything personal”.

  “I will see you later,” Holly said before heading to the door. She made sure that there was no one in the hallway before letting herself out and dashing over to her room. Sam was left in his room reminiscing on what had just happened.

  He loved the feel of Holly’s body and really wanted to have a second and third feeling of it. The thought of her being her step sister crossed his mind momentarily but Sam pushed it out as soon as it got in. He did not want to think about reality and Holly’s text that came in next did not make matters any easier for him.

  “Tonight, my room, 10:00pm”.

  Chapter 4

  Holly lay in bed anxious as she anticipated Sam’s arrival. She grew weary by the minute and quite excited as her mind drifted back to what they had done in the afternoon.

  She had chosen to put on lacy underwear in preparation but was now having second thoughts on whether to take them off completely and wait for Sam in the nude.

  She looked at the watch on her cell phone and noticed that he was only ten minutes away. She got to her feet and rushed to her dresser where she added on another layer of perfume on herself. She threw a quick glance at her full length mirror and was satisfied by her reflection. She then got back in bed and waited for her step brother.

  “My step brother,” she said out loud and tried to make sense of these words. They did not seem to make any sense to her. She rested her head back on her pillow and stare at the ceiling. She could feel tingly sensations run up her spine as she waited for Sam’s arrival.

  A slight knock and a turn on the knob diverted Holly’s attention. She sat up and waited for Sam to get into her room. He did not switch on the lights but her window was open and the sparse moonlight that spilled through it made Sam look more attractive. They say temptations grow higher in the night and Sam’s and Holly’s night encounter was no exception.

  Sam moved towards Holly’s bed and it seemed to Holly that he was walking in slow motion. He was shirtless and had worn pajama bottoms and a night robe on top. He looked like a god of some sort as he approached her bed, his night robe flowing easily behind him. He took it off and Holly watched as it softly landed on the floor in a small heap. Sam went on to take his pajama bottoms off before slipping into bed next to Holly and indulging her in a kiss.

  They did not say anything to each other. Their fleshly desires did that on their behalf. Sam took his time on Holly. He did not want to rush like before. He kissed her neck and slowly went down to her throat and proceeded to her breasts.

  He skillfully took off the push up bra that Holly had on and went ahead to massage her and kiss her now hardened nipple. Holly let out a pleasurable moan. She loved what Sam was doing to her and did not want him to stop anytime soon.

  Sam loved the way Holly m
oaned and he could feel her body respond to him. He loved the way she writhed and tossed around underneath her. Her body looked exquisite in the dimly lit moonlight and he wanted her.

  They both acknowledged the need to be with each other and Sam went on to make sweet love to Holly, he took his time with her. He could tell that he was building up a good orgasm with every thrust.

  Sam then felt Holly’s grip on his back tighten and slightly winced as her nails dug deep into his back but he did not mind. He watched as Holly climaxed and let out a loud pleasurable moan. He smiled and followed suit as he exploded deep inside her a few seconds after Holly had climaxed.

  They now lay next to each other. Holly’s head was carelessly rested on Sam’s broad chest. Holly was the first to break the silence.

  “This is wrong,” she said as she fumbled with her fingers waiting for Sam’s response.

  “I know,” Sam said.

  “What do we do about it?” Holly probed on. She had tried to ignore this issue the whole day but it kept creeping up on her.

  “I wish I knew,” Sam replied. He could tell that Holly did not want to discuss this topic as well but had no choice.

  “Trick question,” Sam started “Do you think you would still want to be with me? To do this with me if you were not my step sister?”

  Holly took a minute to ponder. She had been asking herself the same question although the day but could not really answer that.

  “Honestly, I don’t know,” Holly said as she sat up and tried to look at Sam through the dark. She could hardly make out her eyes through the dark but knew he was returning her gaze.

  “So what do we do about it?” she asked again.

  “Let’s flow with the tide, like you said we both know our parents’ marriage won’t last,” Sam answered smartly.

  “I don’t know, this one might not last but I have a feeling it will take longer than the rest. Especially with the way they were behaving at breakfast,” Holly answered.

  “You saw that?” Sam asked, shocked.

  The two secret lovers went on to make light banter for the rest of the night until Holly passed out on Sam’s chest once again. Sam sat in the dark and listened to her soft snores and he knew that they could never get back from this.

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  STEPBROTHER

  Caressed

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  Chapter 1

  She woke up that morning rather flustered. This is wrong. Wrong wrong wrong, and pressed her palms against her eyes in frustration. But Kelly Grissom couldn’t fight her desires.

  Although the face was blurry, half-remembered in a day-break delirium, she couldn’t deny the name of the man who was on top of her in her dreams; and had been ever since he moved back into the Torvald home, exactly two weeks prior.

  To make matters worse, she could actually hear him through the window. Though the words were unclear, she recognized his brave, baritone voice. He played soccer with his father every Sunday morning.

  Kelly didn’t dare peak out the window; besides, she had to clean up a bit, especially change her sheets. Up until she met Ethan Torvald, she never once had a wet dream.

  She found it strange, but by 21 she accepted chastity as part of her life. But that was shaken.

  Then she heard the thud of someone coming up the stairs, “Kelly! Are ya still in bed, it’s nearin’ afternoon,” a strong, feminine voice wailed through the door.

  “I just have to shower and get dressed, mother.”

  “Well get dressed, I want us to have breakfast as a family this mornin’. We’re gonna to need to have a little family meetin’.”

  Kelly’s ears flared, and the nape of her neck grew hot, what could it be?

  A family meeting?

  As if it could be about the sheets, but after a second she calmed, and said, “I hear ya, I’ll be down in 30.”

  She knew for sure that she couldn’t tell anyone how she felt.

  “I want to see that butt in a dining room chair in 20 minutes. And I won’t take your I-got-lost excuse this time, you hear me?”

  “Yes, yes, yes mother.” She can go on and on.

  Kelly then went to her bathroom, which was connected to her bedroom.

  The large mirror on the wall reflected a thin, cat-eyed woman. Skin pale, but she started tanning out by the pool to fix that; and recently her high school acne had completely cleared up.

  I don’t know, she postulated, ever since she moved out to Heritage Estates, it felt like a massive weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and maybe because of that, she was holding her head a little higher.

  But there’s nothing wrong with who I was, she corrected as she flaunted in front of the mirror. Most of her days had been spent hidden behind books and essays and AP classes. Finally, she was beginning to bloom.

  She showered, dried off, then got into a short sundress. Looking at the bottle of Mademoiselle by the sink, which was old and full, she contemplated giving herself a little spray--she did, the perfume inducing a warm trance.

  The final piece: she grabbed a lacy necklace from her dresser. It bore an owl shaped medallion that fell to the cleavage of her milky white breasts. As though on cue, she heard her mom call out to the front patio, calling the men inside for breakfast.

  Kelly left and walked downstairs, towards the dining hall. The house was catastrophically huge from the outside, a labyrinth inside.

  When she got there, he was sitting in the chair closest to his father. Beads of sweat--plump from the games they had played--began crawling from his neck, down and lost under his shirt.

  I should get used to calling him my stepdad she considered, then looked back to her step-brother, who was talking to his father about the game.

  He was cocky, cool, yet carried himself humbly, speaking in the softest voice and finished every request with please, every favor with thank you.

  He was handsome, broad shouldered and olive-tanned. His strong torso was diffused by a relaxed countenance. The only thing that Kelly thought feminine about him were his honey eyes, their lashes long and curled at the tips.

  She hadn’t said much to him in the two weeks since he returned. Even when they sat down for breakfast, she seldom said anything that didn’t relate to the passing of food across the table. Kelly was considerably quiet.

  Bill, who insisted that she call him Bill, rather than William, never pestered her about being quiet. It was her mother that pressed when Kelly passed on the subtle, hidden invitations to join the conversation.

  “What about you Kelly” Bill began.

  She couldn’t bear looking up, she could feel Ethan’s gaze, “Interested in any sports?”

  “Hmm, I’d honestly have to say no to that Willi--”

  “Bill, Bill! Just call me Bill baby doll, what do you like to do then?”

  “Not much.”

  “Hmm, not much.”

  He repeated after her, waiting a moment, as though she were going to say more. She didn’t. She was more nervous than any of them could imagine.

  “Well what about you Katherine.”

  “Me? Sports?”

  “...You know we just had these chandeliers,” Bill said to Kelly, but after no response, her mother Katherine picked up the conversation.

  And then they carried on like that for a while, talking about the house. Katherine nodding at him to continue, not really understanding a clue of what he was talking about.

  Ethan excused himself silently, saying he had to make a few phone calls wit
h a swift gesture of his hand, then walked over and kissed Katherine on the cheek, thanked her for the breakfast, and went upstairs.

  Kelly felt somewhat relieved.

  She observed this odd couple for a bit. They interacted like two strange, symbiotic creatures. So unlike each other.

  Bill was as a travel salesman from Bath, west Virginia, who made it big on a few contracts early in his career, and has been riding on his success ever since, so the stories went.

  Kelly’s mother Katherine, was from Jacksonville, the “heartland” of Florida, so they called it, despite the fact that it was one of the poorer regions in the state. They met at a restaurant that Katherine busted tables at on south beach, and then the rest was history.

  Even the way they conversed was completely backwards, with Bill’s northern fast-talk, and her mother’s slow southern drawls.

  Chapter 2

  Two different species and still they are together, Kelly thought. She wondered for a moment, but soon shut out the thought--but the sentiment still lingered, that maybe she could have the same with Ethan, even though they were completely different, maybe she--no.

  I mean, we are two different species. So weren't not related at all. But still, no. She doesn’t want to reason it out.

  But she couldn’t see Ethan in a simple way. It wasn’t that he was just gorgeous, though he was, there was more.

  In the first three days he moved back, she decided what her impression of him would be: he’s a dull, arrogant, know-it-all smart alec who bides his time between playing soccer shirtless in their front yard, lifting weights, and going clubbing at night.

  Although her speculations were close, it only took a few more days of living with him before she heard his music.

  Is that when it was? When I finally came to--she didn’t want to think of it, especially as she sat there in front of her mother and Bill--but when she finally came to want Ethan?

  She was both stressed and relieved to admit it, but she reasoned it away with a simple sentence, which would soon become meaningless: but he’s my stepbrother.