Then I remember, but it doesn’t even make me mad like it would’ve in the past… I can feel myself getting wet between the legs and I look him up and down. He smirks at me; that same cocky smirk he’s always had. It’s only gotten worse in recent years since he’s become so goddamn wealthy. I slowly shift my eyes down his lean muscular torso and gaze at his crotch. There’s a bulge and I can’t tell if he’s hard or not because of all the steam, but it looks big.
He shakes his head suddenly and smiles, then looks at me and licks his lips, “Oh, man… I can’t let myself.” He turns and walks off, but not before winking at me.
Chapter 4
Scott
I leave work the next day feeling like a total scumbag. I’m also hard as hell. I can’t get my stepsister’s naked body out of my head. Her ass was even more perfect in the flesh, without any kind of material to hide it… Those cheeks deserve to be worshiped by a pervert like me. I shake my head and can’t believe the sick thoughts I’m having. She’s the girl I was raised with! What the hell’s wrong with you, man? This is fucked up!
But I don’t care, and when she texts me at seven o’clock I tell her to come on over. She says she needs to talk to me. I tell her I need to talk to her. I’m still wearing my suit but I’ve loosened my tie and I’m holding a glass of Scotch out on the balcony. Looking out at the city, my problems and sexual fantasies seem so small compared to everything out there… The lights, the millions of people and cars…
The doorbell rings and I head through the living room and down the hallway. Opening it, I’m caught off guard by her appearance. She’s not dressed to the nine, like I’d expected, but rather wearing her gym clothes. She looks sweaty and she wipes the hair from her face.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” She stammers. She hurries inside and brushes past me and starts throwing her hands in the air, “Tell me I’m fucked up. I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tell me I’m sick and weird. Scott? Scott, tell me something!” She screams.
I’ll tell you what, baby. If you’re weird then I’m a fucking freak.
“Miranda… Whoa, whoa… I feel the same.”
“What?” She’s almost crying.
I don’t say anything. The truth is, I don’t know what to say. It’s already weird enough, but it feels like a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders since she came out and said it first… There’s only one thing I can think of that’s appropriate for this kind of moment.
Grabbing her at the waist, I quickly lift her up into my arms and cup her big ass in my hands. It gives me an instant hard on; the sensation of her soft cheeks pressing through my fingers. I lock lips with her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moans against me and grabs at my head before pressing her tongue into my mouth hungrily and licking my lips.
“Fuck you,” She says between kisses, “Fuck you, Scott…” She kisses me harder as I carry her to the bedroom and toss her onto the mattress, “Damn you…”
I stroke her cheek, the soft plumpness of it arousing me like no other. My cock gets hard and I grab her at the waist and flip her onto her stomach as she moans softly. I crawl beneath the bedsheets and slide my tongue down her back until I reach her pussy. It tastes sweet and feminine, just the way I like it. But this time it’s different… This time it’s the taste of my stepsister, the girl I’ve been around my entire life. It’s forbidden, twisted, and raunchy… It’s making me harder, and then I’m practically throbbing before I know it.
I pull myself back up and thrust upwards and before I know it I’m railing her balls deep; my cock pounding into her as her cries of pleasure echo throughout my SoHo loft. It’s one of my many apartments but this one is the best for fucking – the moans and squeals echo throughout the open floor space.
But for now Miranda is my only one. For now she’s all I want; my gorgeous stepsister. For now she’s fucking mine. I ram my cock further into her moistness and grip down on her hands, holding her arms flat against the sheets as I pummel into her sweet pussy. That ass of hers is jiggling as I thrust forward and smack against it with my abs, and she knows she fucking likes it rough.
“Yeah,” I rasp soothingly, “Just like that.”
She’s silent other than her loud moaning wails of pleasure. She’s wanting me to fuck her harder so I begin to – railing into her so hard that she’s practically screaming and begging for more with the screams. She slides off the bed and her ass is halfway up into the air. I smile and take advantage of the situation as she moans blissfully with her face against the floor as I dip my cock back into her tight pussy from above.
“Fuck yes,” She groans, “Take me any way you want, Scott.” Her voice is harsh and primal and it turns me on, so I jam myself further into her as I spank her cheeks and then reach down for her hands and pull her arms back behind her to show her who’s boss. She squeals again as I pummel my throbbing cock down into her pussy, and then I feel her body tensing up and her head flails back slightly as her lips begin to twitch from the side view. Her eyes close and she lets out a guttural moan of climax.
I can make a girl come in seconds. It’s easy. You just have to look like me, have my money, my cock, my body, my cars, my property, my yacht, my choppers, my jets, my…. Simple, right? I’m such an egotistical bastard. I rail into my stepsister one final time and feel myself blowing into the rubber; a hot full load of my seed that doesn’t quite reach her thanks to the condom. She wants it, but I won’t give it to her – not yet. I can’t go that far this soon… If ever.
Chapter 5
Miranda
I can’t sleep at all. I glance over at the clock and see that it’s four thirty in the morning. Scott… What can I say? He’s so sexy, but why am I going against my inner thoughts by being with him? I know it’s fucked up and won’t lead to anything but problems! He’s dominant, stern, and very demanding. Not to mention… He’s my fucking stepbrother. Although now that it’s out in the open and the deed has been done, I feel a little better about the whole thing… Still, though – it’s wrong, isn’t it? And obviously since I’ve been tossing and turning all night it’s still eating at me… But shit, does that ever make him sexy. The taboo aspect is driving me wild… Not to mention his body and… And that face – God, I can’t believe he’s grown up so fast.
I look over at him to see that he’s asleep. He looks so cute when his eyes are closed and his lips are pursed and he’s breathing softly through his thin prominent nose. His muscular chest rises and then collapses slowly to a soft rhythm, and I reach over and stroke his cheek. His eyes open instantly like they always do and he turns his head to face me. His baby blues stare into mine and then he grabs me at the waist and flips me over onto my stomach.
Yes please.
I feel his tongue sliding down my back past my crack and then lapping at my pussy; his hot breath beating against my crotch as I throw my head back and feel my eyes rolling into their sockets until only the whites are visible. My mouth gapes open as his cock thrusts into me and he’s fucking me so hard that my vicious grip onto the bed sheets does nothing.
I slide off the mattress and feel my cheek press softly against the floor but it doesn’t take him any time at all to plant himself back inside of me. Oh god. Oh, he’s so big.
His cock rams further into my pussy as I grip onto the bedsheets, digging my nails violently into them as my tongue flails around my lips madly. I feel my eyes rolling back into their sockets as my body twitches with pleasure; the incredible sensation of an orgasm passing through me at light speed.
“Oh, Scott… Fuuck…”
He thrusts into me one final time and I know he’s about to blow. I can tell by the way his body tenses up and his hands clench onto my big jiggling cheeks. He lets out a guttural moan of pleasure and pulls out quickly only to shoot his load onto my stomach. I feel him pulling out of me and then crawling slowly off the bed and the flipping on the light switch in the bathroom. I’m still halfway on the floor with my legs hanging up in the air and my cheek presse
d against the floor. I pull myself back on the bed and glance over at the light in the bathroom where he stands naked wiping himself off. His cum’s all over my torso and I feel weird and dirty… Like a used up, naughty girl. What are we doing here?
He turns and looks at me and his gaze is warm and cold at the same time. He flips the switch off and walks towards me, smiles and then crawls back in bed. “That was good.” He mutters before kissing my cheek.
One Week Later…
It’s seven o’clock and I wake up tired. I glance over and already know Scott’s gone before my gaze meets the crumpled white sheets. He wakes up early and goes to work, but why he bothers I don’t know. He owns the company and doesn’t have to do anything. He’s never let me come to see him at work because he says he’s busy, and I wonder if he really is. I wonder what he thinks about when he’s there and if it’s about me ever. The past week has been fuck after fuck, much like the first time. Each time the sex gets better and better, as impossible as that seems.
I crawl out of bed and yawn and feel like a general lazy ass, but Scott’s the one who told me to quit my job and live off his money. This has all happened really quickly and it feels like just yesterday that we made love for the first time. Just for shits and giggles I open my bank account on the nifty app I have and check my balance. Is it weird that I still feel butterflies when I read the numbers $400,000? Scott put it in there five days ago and it still hasn’t seemed to have moved. I’ve bought things, but no more than I did when I worked as a secretary. I guess I’m afraid to. I’m afraid of what he’ll think. I’m afraid he’ll think I’m using him when I didn’t ask for any of this. It’s such a large sum of money that no matter what normal day to day things I buy, it doesn’t change… I still get chills when I think about how much he’s babying me… He was never like this to me until I slept with him.
I get dressed and go out for coffee; I’m supposed to meet my friend Amy at eight before she heads into work at nine. Amy, my friend from my past life, the life I had just a while ago before I got with my stepbrother. I didn’t want to quit my job but he insisted, he said he didn’t care what anyone said about us or anyone who judged me. He said I was slaving away at my place of employment for a peasant’s salary, and he was probably right.
I walk into the café and see that Amy’s already there. She’s sipping a drink when I walk past the thirsty customers in line in the cramped space of the Café on the Upper West Side. She looks at me with weird bulging eyes like she has since I told her about it.... About my stepbrother. I wonder what she’s thinking and it makes me feel sick. Amy’s down on her luck and I pray she doesn’t resent me. I walk over and hug her.
“I know I just saw you two weeks ago but I hate going that long.” I say warmly.
“It feels like forever, girl.” She hugs me tight and I motion towards the counter where I go order my drink.
I come back to the table and Amy’s sitting cross legged with her lips pursed. Great, now she’s going to ask me how everything’s going and I’m going to have to pretend like it’s not going amazing.
“So…” She draws her words out, “How’s everything goooing?”
“Oh, you know.” I say.
She looks blankly at me and appears annoyed, “No, I really don’t. Come on girl, give me the scoop. What’s it like being the toy of a billionaire?”
She doesn’t mention the fact that it’s Scott, my stepbrother. Thank god. But it still pisses me off. Who the hell does she think she’s talking to? She may be my friend but I’ll slap her in the face if she ever calls me a toy again.
“Toy?” I ask sharply as my eyes narrow. I can be a coldhearted bitch if you fuck with me; maybe Amy’s forgotten that.
“Well, I mean…” She pauses, “You know what I mean.”
“I think you could simply call us boy and girlfriend. And it’s going good.” I say, deciding not to lie, “Very, very good.”
“How much money has he given you?”
“A lot, but I didn’t ask for it. That’s not why I’m with him.”
“He’s handsome, that’s why you’re with him right?” She rolls her eyes.
“Well, that’s one reason. I like his personality. He’s bringing me out of my shell.”
“You say what you think. When have you ever been in a shell? Just admit it, I’d be with him for his money too.”
“You’d be with him if he was a bum considering how good looking he is. I know about you and your fetish for handsome men with square jaws.” I laugh and feel my heartbeat slowing, finally. I’m not mad anymore.
“Can’t say you’re wrong. How’s living the dream going?” She smiles and it looks like she’s trying not to break down in tears, “Not working, not having to worry about a weekly paycheck….” Her voice switches from stern to trembling. Tears start to swell up in her big brown eyes.
“Amy…” I say slowly.
“What?” She asks suddenly, “Did I strike a chord?” A devilish grin appears on her face, although her big brown eyes above her twisted mouth are still watery.
“No… But I’d like some of this little coffee date to be about you, rather than me getting bombarded with questions about myself. Nothing’s changed, Amy. I just have more money and I don’t have to work at the moment. I’ve only been with Scott a few months and that could all change.”
She takes a deep breath and her eyes stay watery. She forces a smile and sips her drink. We turn the conversation successfully around to how she’s doing but it doesn’t last long. I end up drinking about a fourth of my coffee before telling her I’ve got some errands to run. God, I can’t deal with this pressure right now.
The New York air is cold and smells like snow. It’s not in the forecast but they’re often wrong. I’m walking down Broadway and as if on cue the sky begins to drop snowflakes all around me. People don’t look up or seem to notice, other than me. Everyone goes about their way walking down the sidewalk in a hurry, cars keep honking and stalling and sputtering forward in the rush hour traffic, and I’m walking there with no place to go.
Chapter 6
Scott
I sit at my desk with my feet propped up and the chair reclined to its maximum potential. The television’s on but I have it muted and I’m not even watching the pictures flutter by on the screen. I should really be working, but I can’t get my mind off Miranda. I’ve known her for so long and she’s been getting to me more and more with each passing day. I mean this not in a bad way, but the best possible way.
But I don’t like feeling weak. And I don’t like feeling in love.
The sky looks cold from my view on the top floor. It’s grey and cloudless, almost dead. Snow starts to sprinkle down and I watch it in a transfixed sort of way as I twirl the paperclip between my fingers. I don’t have anything else to do around here so I should stop kidding myself and embrace it.
I should really be working, I tell myself again to try and feel better.
Fuck it, another voice says and I turn my thoughts back to Miranda. There’s a knock on the door and I roll my eyes wondering who the fuck it is and what the fuck do they want.
“Yes?” I ask coldly.
The door opens and it’s Alexis, my secretary. She’s had her eyes on me since I hired her a year ago but I won’t give her the time of day. We had a fling once at a drunken office party but that was before I got with Miranda and if there’s one thing I’m not it’s a cheater. Besides, I have no interest in a woman who practically flings onto me such as Alexis. She’s too needy and too desperate, despite being attractive and with a good body – but too skinny for me.
“There’s a man here to see you about the Goldberg account.”
She says it like she’s asking me a question and I don’t like it. I don’t like incompetence. I consider being a smartass and confronting her about it but I don’t. I have to bite my fucking lip in order not to.
“Okay?” I say, “And his name, Alexis?”
“Um,” She pauses and looks at the ceilin
g nervously, “Fisher, I think?”
“You think.” I repeat coldly and smile at her in disbelief. What did I hire this idiot for?
“I’m ninety percent sure.”
“Send him in, then.” I say, and begin to twirl the paperclip between my fingers again.
It’s not twenty seconds later when he walks in. I’m bored with him as soon as I see him. He’s one of the old school business types. It’s his life. He walks up to me and shakes his hand and his big beefy fingers grip mine and for a moment I realize that I’m no better than he is. He might not be as rich as me but he does well for himself and he’s wearing an expensive suit.
But not as expensive as mine, I remind myself.
He sits down and begins spouting business jargon. I impress myself by somehow getting through the conversation successfully without even listening to him. It goes through one ear and out the other as I hold a fake smile on my lips and nod my head every ten or twenty seconds. He leaves and I prop my legs back up on the desk before flipping the volume back on the television.
Get out of my mind so much, Miranda.
****
After ruminating for another hour or so to no disturbances (thank you, Alexis), I leave work early. There’s no point in me being there, anyway. There’s no point in me ever being there, if you want the truth. I’ve done all I can for the company, and now my employees handle everything while I take most of the money.
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