My Hot Stepbrother: A Second Chance Romance

by Aria Ford

  A door swung open, and it was Marcel in human form wearing only the blood of the dead Russian mobsters. Muscles bulged from all around his body, his chest barreled and his abs appeared hard to the touch.

  “He looks like some terrible god,” Sienna thought.

  Fear was no longer in her, now it was... desire? Averting her eyes from his swinging member was futile. It had been a long time since she felt a masculine touch. His giant balls hung low, grazing his muscled thigh.

  “What?” Marcel said amusingly. “You act like you haven’t seen a dick before.”

  “Why don’t we just get this over with huh Marcel,” Gary said annoyed.

  “We are,” said Marcel with a wolfish grin, his yellow eyes piercing into Sienna. “What I notice is, the less sex I have, the more my “gift” is diminished.”

  Sienna felt a flutter in her chest. She didn’t know what to say. Would a billionaire like him want her? She imagined all of those skinny supermodels that Marcel had slept with. All of those clones of her dense skinny co-worker Rhonda who was getting married, vying for the attention of the most handsome and most powerful men in the world.

  “What would he want with a cow like me?” she thought.

  “I don’t want to take any more chances with these Russian mobsters. Who knows how many he’s got on the way.” Marcel looked around at the bloody mess he’d made. “I don’t know how many more bullets I can take right now. After my strength is replenished, sky’s the limit.”

  “Markie’s upstairs. We don’t have time for this shit,” Gary said, slipping a couple of shells into his shotgun and cocking it. "I think she's a little too frightened for that right now."

  A tingle of excitement coursed through her body. The more she let her sight drift to his giant cock the more her heart raced.

  "She’s game," Marcel said, whose shoulders appeared to be hulking with muscle by the minute. "They're always game."

  Knowing that her yearning was exposed, she tried to throw Marcel off.

  "You're a mess. And where do you suppose we get you 'invigorated?" Sienna asked, trying to appear sly.

  "We're in a brothel. A brothel that used to be a five-star hotel," Marcel said flatly.

  She felt embarrassed, but the feeling quickly eroded when he turned around and exposed his hard ass.

  "I'm going to clear the first floor. It'll take a minute. Go to the room at the end of the hall. You'll see double doors with flowers on each one; that’s the Bloom Sisters Room.”

  The elevator doors opened in front of him. Sienna failed once again to avert her eyes when he turned around.

  Marcel grinned. "I'll be in the shower."

  The elevator doors closed and it hummed its way up. Sienna imagined how Marcel’s monstrous cock would feel inside of her. She felt her heart racing and her breathing was heavy. She stood there imagining being taken by this real man, with his hands all over her body, until she heard Gary cock his shotgun.

  "We have to stay vigilant." He searched around the lobby and looked out the window. "Get behind the counter and wait until I tell you to go. These Russians do not give a fuck about their own men. They'll just shoot this floor up if they see any sign of movement in here."

  Sienna briskly went behind the counter. Thankfully there was no dead body there or any kind mess. She crouched behind the counter. In the shelves were some papers, a tazer, and a small pistol.

  “I found a gun,” she told Gary, who joined her.

  A couple of muffled gunshots were heard, but there was no more after that.

  “Keep it. I’m sure you’ve never fired a gun before. That one’s the perfect one for beginners.” He pulled the hammer back. “This is what you’re supposed to do before you shoot it, got it.” He looked to make sure she was paying attention.

  “Got it,” she said quietly.

  They let another minute pass. It was just silence between her and Gary. His face was stern and ready for any kind of surprise. The black driver suit made him look more like an old spy agent in Sienna’s eyes. She admired the composure that he kept in the midst of the shootout.

  “Okay,” he said. “You could go now. There shouldn’t be anybody up there. If there was, Marcel would’ve sniffed him out.” He pushed the button to the elevator door open and gestured for her to walk in. “Keep your gun ready. Remember to pull the hammer back or you’re dead.”

  When she stepped in, Gary pushed the elevator button. For a brief moment, he seemed like one of those old dignified people that were proud to do their job.

  The elevator doors closed and they hummed. Sienna held her gun in her red coat while listening for more gun shots. The humming of the elevator stopped. Sienna expected to see bodies everywhere, like she’d seen in the lobby but no, it was clean. The decor of the hallway was black and white.

  “This is where the high-end clients party…. There must be another side for dopers and degenerates,” she thought.

  She walked all the way to the back of the hall like Marcel instructed. She still had her hand in her coat and was ready for anything.

  She got to the double doors with the flowers on them. She opened the door, and she heard the shower going just like Marcel promised. It had the decorations that matched the Bloom twins. Flowers of all types of colors were painted on the walls. There was a king size bed with a comforter that was made of velvet. The dressers were made of mahogany, and there wwas a full bar made of the same a material with high-end liquor bottles.

  “So are you coming or what?” It was Marcel’s voice, coming from the washroom that was letting out vast amounts of steam.

  She tightened up her coat.

  “What am I thinking? I’m about to have sex with this animal thing person, a person who I don’t even know.”

  “Sienna, don’t be shy,” he said. “You’re not coming in with that coat are you?”

  “Oh fuck it,” she decided.

  She unbuttoned her coat and let it drop to the floor. She had forgotten that she wore jeans that didn’t fit as tight and her red sweater felt smaller. Back at her apartment, she’d put them on in haste as she didn’t want to keep Marcel waiting, but now that she was self conscious, she worried about how her naked body might be received. She took her tennis shoes off, then her socks, and then walked into the steam of the bathroom.

  “You show promise,” Marcel said over the shower running. “So that’s what you’ve been hiding underneath that coat of yours.”

  She found it hard to locate him. The bathroom was filled with steam.

  “I don’t know if I’m up to the task,” Sienna said, feeling a tinge of nervousness.

  She hugged herself as if she were already naked. The thought of competing against women that looked like Daisy and Lily made her feel insecure. Toward the back of the washroom, she made out a human figure rubbing his hands over his face and then making its way towards her.

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said when he made himself completely visible from the steam. His swinging dick was the first thing she saw. He was inches away from her now. His breath grazing against her face made her heart beat faster. “I’m actually looking forward to this,” Marcel said, grabbing Sienna’s chin lightly.

  Sienna looked into his eyes, they had a hue of yellow in them. She stared at them, waiting to see if the color made itself more pronounced. Without pretense, Marcel closed his mouth onto hers. She placed her hands on his lower back, which was hard with muscle. His mouth working on hers was exactly what she needed. She felt his stubble for a moment when he worked his tongue against hers. She responded in kind with her tongue massaging against his.

  He pulled back for a moment to let her catch her breath. Her head was swimming with all sorts of lovely thoughts. She was starting to feel the heat in the bathroom. She started to remove her sweater, but then Marcel put his hands on her to stop her.

  “Let me handle that,” he said in a smooth voice. He leaned in close to her ear, to where she could feel his breath when he spoke. “Close your eyes,” he
said softly.

  She heard the sound of fabric ripping the second she closed her eyes. She opened them and saw that her sweater was torn down the center. Her breasts were exposed, but she didn’t think anything of it. He then turned her around and kneeled. Strong hands dug deep inside her pants. They ripped apart when he brought his hands down. It was just her underwear that she had on. She was eager for them to be removed. She was wet and ready to be ravished by Marcel.

  He pulled her underwear down to the floor. She took one foot out of her underwear and then the other. When he was done, he stood back for a moment, and he took her by the hand to lead her into the shower.

  She let the warm water cascade on her body first, and then opened her eyes. His cock was the first thing she saw again, but this time she did not look away. She kept her eyes fixated on his dick until she kneeled down to put him in her mouth. His erection came instantly, transforming from a flaccid meaty penis, into a throbbing, veiny dick. She made him slide all the way down her throat, and slid back up until her lips were wrapped around the head of his cock.

  She looked up and saw that he was silently groaning in pleasure. She continued to suck his dick without pause. Sienna bobbed her head up and down. There were times when Marcel would let a loud groan escape from him. His hand gripped the back of her head as she rammed his cock down her throat several times more.

  His dick was a monstrous size, and she was surprised that she was able to get most of it inside of her throat. He set his hand down to motion for her to stop. “We gotta keep this short,” he said.

  She stood up, and she turned around to face the marble wall of the shower space.

  “Don’t make it too quick,” Sienna said, looking over her shoulder while Marcel aligned himself to enter her.

  He responded in silence. He fitted himself into her and then rammed himself all the way in. Sienna gasped. She was unprepared to be filled up everywhere inside. Marcel took up all the space that was available in her cunt. Her inner slick folds were stimulated and felt every vein as he rammed his body against her. His hand shoved her head against the wall. He pumped himself inside of her, the water made the sound of the flesh slapping even louder.

  Sienna moaned deeply, her head overloaded with pleasure as she felt him the way a woman was truly supposed to feel a man. He rammed himself faster and faster, his hand tightened around a lock of her hair.

  “I’m going to cum inside of you,” he said with his mouth close to her ear. He pumped himself more and more as he pulled her head back. She felt her muscles contract as he took in heavy breaths. His chin rested on her shoulder for a moment, letting the water from the showerhead fall on them. They were statues made of flesh that was left in the rain.

  Sienna felt Marcel separate himself from her.

  “My brother is still up there,” he said in a hurried manner.

  He walked out of the bathroom. Sienna was still dazed, wondering what just happened. The she thought it didn’t matter, if Marcel was worried then she should be too. She was still leaning on the wall in the same way that Marcel had just fucked her. She felt his seed trickle out a little.

  “What are we gonna do?” she asked in a husky voice.

  She peeled herself off of the wall and went into the room.

  Marcel was already putting on clothes. She was about to ask where he got them from and saw that it was the suit that matched what the Russian mobsters were wearing. She watched him button the white shirt and do the black tie. Even though he got his clothes from a dead man, Sienna found it sexy to watch him groom himself. She felt his cum trickle out of her some more.

  “In case you’re wondering, no, I did not kill this guy. I only knocked him out. Like I’m going to get blood all over my clothes.” He found some product on the Bloom sister’s dresser, and he slicked his hair back. He sat on the bed to put on socks. That was when Sienna realized that she was still naked.

  “Where do I get clothes from? These girls are twigs compared to me.” She looked through their closet.

  “It’s not that much of a difference. Relax. You’ll find something,” Marcel said.

  She found a dress that she could squeeze into. It was a one piece dress that looked much larger than the rest. It looked like a dress for drinking wine on Sundays with flower prints.

  “Why would they have this?” she asked.

  “Who fucking cares, woman. Just put something on. This place is crawling with armed men. Do you think it matters?” Marcel was annoyed as time was of the essence for him.

  “Why did I have to ask something stupid like that?” I should’ve stayed quiet, now I’ve made him angry,” she thought.

  The dress turned out to be a perfect fit, and some high heels dropped by her feet.

  “Put those on now, we’re losing timem” Marcel said, standing up. He now looked like a celebrity, with his hair pull back and the black suit that he was wearing. He walked out the door without a saying a word while leaving Sienna by herself, struggling to fit her feet into her heels. She hopped on her foot to fit it in and went to the door.

  “Wait!” She called out when she saw him already in the elevator, looking like he was about to push the button for the door to close.

  She ran down the hall looking insecure and attached. His face was indifferent as he saw her. The elevator doors began to close in what seemed like slow motion.

  “Eighteenth floor,” he said right before the doors closed.

  She was too much out of breath to speak again. After she was done panting and breathing, she ambled towards the elevator.

  “Was this a mistake? Should I just say fuck it and leave? What about Mark?” His face loomed in her mind. It was an intense moment for her when they locked eyes like they just knew. It was an intense moment indeed, more intense than what she just had with Marcel, that was for sure. They were twin brothers, but Mark seemed different from his brother, in fact, better.

  .:.

  “You found what you were looking for, didn’t you Mark?” Mags asked.

  She sat naked with no jewels or piercings of any kind. She was unfazed by Mark’s agitation.

  “Then what’s going on with me? Why do I feel the way I feel.” He was angry. He knew what would happen if he became angry.

  “Did you really think I could undo that? You saw your life, didn’t you? You saw that you were going to find peace. You still will ,but I’m going to need a favor.” Mags crossed her legs.

  He couldn’t help but notice how magnificent she looked.

  “You said that you weren’t going to charge me,” Mark said taking a couple steps forwards.

  “It really won’t cost you anything. You’ll see what I mean in about ten seconds. Turn around and watch the door.”

  When he turned around the door behind him opened. Three men walked in with semi-automatic weapons already pointed. Then a bald man who wasn't carrying anything in his hands walked in. He wore a silver colored suit with a white tie. He was a man in his forties that had the walk of a fighter.

  "What the fuck is this shit," he said in a Russian accent. The three men had stopped while the bald man kept walking toward Mags. "I pay good man money for my men to fuck these whores, and they end up getting killed. What the fuck is this shit, huh?" He walked past Mark and stopped a couple of paces away from Mags.

  "This is a business, Vitaly," Mags said with control. "If my girls get hurt, then they look like shit. If they look like shit, then nobody wants to fuck them. If nobody wants to fuck them, then no one will want to spend money.”

  Her eyes were set into Vitaly's as if she were a statue.

  "My men like to do the rough shit, so what?" Vitaly shrugged. "I want to be compensated, right fucking now." He pointed his finger down.

  It seemed as if he wanted money at that spot.

  Mags looked past Vitaly and then at Mark. "Take care of it," she said.

  "I don't want to, that is not me," Mark said.

  "Of course it is," Mags replied. "More like it's a part of you, and
if you accept that, then you'll find peace."

  "Hey, don't ignore me bitch," Vitaly said. "I want my money now."

  "Take care of it," Mags said as if Vitaly and the three gunmen weren't there. "Her name is Sienna by the way."

  "What?"

  "That woman, she's here. As well as Marcel and your driver. I had one of my girls call him."

  She was Mags, after all.

  How the woman would know about such things is a small surprise, but what he couldn’t understand was how Sienna got here. He didn’t want anything to happen to her — he couldn’t.

  “Gary would take a bullet for Mark any day. As for Marcel, well fuck him.” He evaluated the situation. “For Mags….”

  He didn’t want the only person that he knew deeply well to end up dead. Mark took off his black leather jacket, then his black t-shirt, and then started to undo the buckles on his belt.

  “You plan to fuck me to death? What the fuck is this shit?” Vitaly asked.

  The three gunmen stood still. There was a phone ringing that was coming from the pocket of Vitaly’s coat.

  “What is it? What? What the fuck do yo— Hey!”

  Vitaly looked down at his phone as if he didn’t know what it was. The three gunmen dialed into their own phones.

  “Something about an animal tearing my men apart,” Vitaly said to Mags, and then turned his head back tp Mark who was pulling off his pant legs.

  Mags stood silent.

  “I think I want to see this thing. You have special kind of dog?” Vitaly asked.

  Mark pulled down his trousers, which were the last thing he had on. He looked at the four Russians as if giving them a final goodbye.

  “Shoot this faggot,” commanded Vitaly, and all three squeezed the trigger of their automatic weapons.

  To him, it felt like he was having convulsions and hundreds of fingers were poking at him violently. He stood there naked, wearing nothing but bullet holes that were spewing blood. The gunfire had stopped but Mark stood there, turning as he scanned all three of them with his eyes. He felt himself fall back to the floor. He closed his eyes, somehow hoping that it would be the last time.