Stepbrother Affairs (The Monroe Family Secrets Book 3)

by Branford, Lauren

  “Shh…” I said stepping closer to Javier. “It’s okay, baby.”

  “It is?” Javier asked with widening eyes. “Do you want me to leave it on for you?”

  With his crisp, masculine jaw line, and deliciously full lips, he would be able to make a woman very happy one day. However, Javier was an ignorant fool, and just another man who thought about his cock more than he did his safety. Still, I needed him to play puppy dog for me. It was the only way that I could discover the truth.

  “Turn it off,” I growled. “I’m going to give you a real show.”

  I unzipped my jacket and slowly parted it away from my shoulders. Javier gulped as he watched me undress before him. The miniskirt was the perfect touch as his eyes transfixed on my waistline.

  “Oh, wow,” he said, dumbly.

  “That’s not all,” I swooned. Reaching my hands back, I unfastened my lace brazier and threw it onto the floor in front of him. My exposed breasts were now the center of his attention. Javier seemed entranced by my flesh as I neared him. “I’ve been thinking about you every day, baby.”

  “You have?” Javier gulped.

  “Of course,” I said taking my finger and placing it against his full lips. “I’ve been dreaming about you kissing me all over my body; tasting my most private, secret places. I just want to be yours, darling, all yours.”

  “Fuck,” Javier moaned as he reached for my breasts with his thick fingers. I felt him squeeze as he slid his tongue up from my naval, and just under my breasts.

  “Oh, Javier,” I cooed. He was taking the bait. Soon we’d fuck, and then he’d do anything that I asked of him. He and I would roll over the tapes together, then I’d find out who killed Darla, and he wouldn’t say a word to anybody because he was under my spell.

  Suddenly, the door pushed open. I turned my head to see Sebastian heaving in the doorway. He was wearing a gray ripped tank that hugged against his body and a pair of running shorts. Every inch of him looked fierce and crimson with angst. Before I could react, Sebastian pushed past me and grabbed Javier by his jacket. I let out a scream as Sebastian shoved him against the brick wall.

  Stepmother Secrets

  Michael

  For the next hour, I tried to shake the sight Darla spread out on the ground. No matter what I did, she continued to rear back into my mind, as though her impression were etched inside forever. I started to panic as I paced around my darkened room, wondering if I did the right thing in trusting my sister.

  “I should have followed her,” I said to myself. Audrey was more devious than anyone I had ever met. If someone was up to no good, chances are, it was she. “I can’t trust her!”

  “Who can’t you trust?” Lydia asked as she creaked through my bedroom door.

  “Lydia!” I whispered as she carefully closed the door behind her. She was wearing a long black-sleeved shirt with a horizontal striped skirt underneath. The shirt hung low; no doubt to purposely expose her massive cleavage. “Why are you barging in here?”

  “I thought we didn’t keep secrets, Michael,” Lydia said as she stepped toward me. “Whom were you talking about?”

  “No one,” I replied tersely as he raced her hands across my chest.

  “Did you go riding with your sister this afternoon?”

  “Yes,” I answered suspiciously. “Why?”

  “I was just wondering if she was the one you were talking about.”

  “Audrey?” I scoffed attempt to keep Lydia at bay.

  “That’s the one,” she said with her head titled to the side at me. “You know– while we’re still keeping secrets– I never trusted her much.”

  “Oh yeah?” I grinned. “Why’s that?”

  “I’ve seen her looking at my Sebastian,” Lydia explained. “It’s the same way that she looks at her father.”

  “What are you implying?” I asked. “My father and my sister would never–“

  “No, no,” she hushed me. “I’m just saying that I know those types of girls who enjoy manipulating men. Those are the girls I stay clear away from.”

  “I see.”

  “That’s why I think we should stay in here for the night,” Lydia suggested as she grabbed my crotch. I was already full mast at this point, ready for whatever it was that she was willing to throw at me. “Are you ready, monsieur?”

  “Shouldn’t you be looking for Darla?”

  “Oh, her?” Lydia laughed. “I knew she wouldn’t last.”

  I wanted to address her comment, but Lydia’s hand was perfectly stroking my cock through my pants to the point where I became erect. There was no denying that Lydia was ripe and ready for action. I felt that something was wrong, but still, she was a voluptuous distraction from that twisted afternoon.

  I stopped hesitating and reached my hands under her dress. The stripes only accentuated how full and succulent her thighs were. My lips met hers as my hand ventured up the fabric. The tips of my fingers touched warm, moist flesh. My stepmother wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “I love it when you touch my pussy,” she purred.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked. “How about this?”

  My index and middle finger gently pushed inside of her warm cavity. As I twisted slowly around, I could feel the sweet juices emanating from her. Lydia moaned as I placed my thumb on her exposed clitoris and started to rub it while I fingered her.

  “Fuck, yes, baby,” she groaned. “Harder.”

  My cock was so hard that it nearly hurt. She rubbed it viciously as I jerked her pussy lips with my hand. Suddenly, Lydia began unbuttoning my pants. As soon as they were on the floor, she pulled my hand from inside of her and fell to her knees.

  Her soft lips touched the tip of my cock. A tiny pooling of clear, sticky sap glistened on the tip. Lydia’s tongue came forward and lapped up the juice. She continued to lick until all of it was gone. After a satisfying smack of her lips, I had had enough.

  Grabbing her by the arms, I shoved my stepmother onto the floor. Her face went first as she called out in pleasure from my dominant aggression. This is what she needed, a good, hardy fuck by my thick cock. With her ass in the air, I swung my hips, cramming my meat into her smoldering pussy.

  “Ahhh!” Lydia screamed as I fucked her raw on the floor of my bedroom. She seemed to love being tossed around like a slut. I saw her full, ripe melons jiggle loose from her top with the brutal slams I sent into her. Her tits smacked against her throat as I ground her face into the floor.

  “You like that?” I asked as my meat impaled her over and over again.

  “Yes, baby!” she cried. “Fuck mommy.”

  Her saying this only made the matters feel more disgusting, wrong, and heated. I pushed harder, feeling my cock reach the farthest depths of her pussy. My hands went forward, grabbing her hair until she buckled backward. Sweat covered the both of us as I grinded her into the night.

  “You want more?” I groaned.

  “Give it to me,” she roared. “Fucking come inside of me you little bastard!”

  “Fuck yes,” I grunted as I felt the sensation filling the lining of my cock. Hot wetness had built so much inside of her that gliding in and out was faster than ever. Suddenly, I slipped out of her pussy and came all over her tender thighs. Pump after pump, I saw my juices collecting all over her skin. With one final pump left in me, I pressed my cock between the gap in her thighs and came into her naval.

  Looking down at Lydia, I expected her to be pleased with my performance. Instead, she looked heated.

  “What the fuck?” Lydia yelled as she glared at me through her dark eyes.

  “Didn’t you like it?” I asked, baffled.

  “You were supposed to come in of me,” she scolded as she climbed off of the floor.

  “I slipped,” I muttered. “You were getting really wet there.”

  “Fuck you!” Lydia said as she slammed her hands on the floor.

  “What in the hell is coming over you?”

  “It’s okay,” Lydia said as she changed h
er tone to a much calmer one. Then she leaned forward and hugged me. “There’s a lot going on and Sebastian will likely stay until he hears from that little bitch who ran off. Won’t you stay a little longer, baby?”

  “I can’t,” I said cautious of her changed tone. “I have work to be done.”

  “Just a little longer. We can fuck like rabbits.”

  There was something about Lydia’s mood swing that was making me wary to stay near her. Out of the air, her motivations occurred to me.

  “Why did you want me to come in you?” I asked.

  “I just think it’s hot, darling,” she said, and then she kissed me on my collarbone.

  “Are you trying to get pregnant?” I asked.

  “What?” she said becoming agitated. “At my age?”

  “Admit it,” I said. “Admit that you wanted me to get you pregnant.”

  “I don’t,” she said looking at me in the eyes. I glared back, and she let the current take her down to the truth. “Fine! Your father had a vasectomy, and I have wanted another baby for quite some time. I get lonely when he’s working these long days.”

  “Won’t he get suspicious that the kid isn’t his?”

  “No, no,” Lydia said leaning backward. “Those surgeries heal all of the time and men get their wives pregnant. You looked just like him when he was your age; he wouldn’t suspect a thing.”

  “You get lonely?” I laughed. “This is ridiculous.”

  “It’s the perfect reason.”

  “It’s also the perfect excuse,” I snapped as I stood up with my cock still pointing in a semi-erection. “I know how prenuptial agreements work, Lydia. And I also happen to know that yours had a clause for twenty million dollars per child bared.”

  Lydia was sprawled out on the floor as gazed up at me like a defenseless animal. She was caught and there was no denying it.

  “What are you trying to say?” Lydia asked softly as she clambered to her feet.

  “I’m simply bringing the facts to the light,” I explained as I reached for the door handle. “There have been many people before you, Lydia, just itching to get at my father’s money. By now, he knows the game. In fact, he knew this before he married you. You should just be happy that after he divorces you for some younger, hotter woman that you’ll get a cool few million and alimony to live out the rest of your miserable days. You aren’t the first person to try to fuck him over, and you won’t be the last.”

  “You’re right, Michael,” Lydia laughed as I opened the door for her to leave. “You sound all too familiar with the rules of this game.”

  With that, she drifted out of my room and into the night.

  Brick House

  Audrey

  “Get off of me, man!” Javier shouted as he tried to fight against Sebastian’s hold. However, he was no match for Sebastian’s crude, emotionally charged strength.

  “What the fuck, Audrey!” Sebastian yelled with tears in his eyes. “Why are you still fooling around with him?”

  “Sebastian,” I said calmly as I walked toward him. “We need him.”

  “What does that mean?” he sobbed. I reached my hand out and touched his arm. His skin was warm with rage. As soon as my hand made contact, I could feel him start to calm. Sebastian’s grip loosened, and Javier broke free.

  “Go outside, Javier,” I said, zipping my hoodie back over my brazier.

  “Yes, miss,” Javier agreed while darting Sebastian angry glances. “Call me if you need me.”

  As soon as the heavy door latched by him, Sebastian let out a sigh.

  “I can’t take it anymore!” Sebastian yelled as he smashed his fist into the rough wall. His hand recoiled, and he examined the freshly scraped flesh. “My life is beyond fucked up right now.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said lowering my head. No matter what he had done to me before, seeing Sebastian this upset made me feel extremely compassionate toward him. “I know that it’s been a very difficult week for you with Darla missing.”

  “You know, Audrey,” he started. “Ever since she ran away, I have been in shock. I’ve always had affection for her, but it couldn’t love her the way that I wanted to love a girl. And when I met you, I felt that excitement I had been looking for.”

  “But you had Darla!” I reminded him.

  “Clearly, I didn’t,” Sebastian said with another heavy sigh. “I couldn’t make her happy. Not as long as I wouldn’t make love to her.”

  “You didn’t fuck her?”

  “How could I when all I could think about was you?”

  “Still,” I added, trying to keep my eyes from watering further. “We should never have been together. You’re my stepbrother, Sebastian. This would never work out for us; we’re agreed to this.”

  “I don’t care what anybody thinks!” Sebastian yelled as he rushed around toward me. His hands grasped firmly against my shoulders as he stared at me with desperate eyes. “Audrey, I’m in love with you.”

  “I… I…” the words wouldn’t come together in my mouth. Too many feelings were rushing through my body. Suddenly, I knew what this all meant. “I love you, too.”

  Sebastian’s hand reached for the underside of my mouth, drawing me closer to him. Our lips met with electricity that sparked inside of our touch. My arms reached around to the back, grabbing hold of his waist through the slick fabric of his running shorts.

  His grip moved to my sides. With our mouths still aggressively entwined, Sebastian lifted me onto the desk. I gripped at his elastic band, pulling his shorts down so that his smooth buttocks were exposed to the darkened room.

  Sebastian’s fingers found my thong and pulled it to the side. My hands moved upward, and behind my head as his thick cock plunged up from the edge of the desk. I was heated and ready in an instant. Soon, I found him breaching my opening, cramming himself inside of my cavern.

  Clinging onto the fabric of my skirt, Sebastian fucked me on top of the table. I felt papers slide beneath me and pens roll onto the floor. The warm monitors were to my back, warming my skin and sending flashes of light with each of his thrusts.

  As he plummeted further and further inside of me, I moaned uncontrollably. My breath sunk deep into my lungs as I felt satisfaction exploding from my core. His scent filled me up with each intake of air, until I could sense nothing else but his raw power. My legs shook as I release a quivering orgasm. Sebastian leaned on me and grunted. We were sharing a simultaneous climax as we gazed into one another’s eyes.

  I caught my breath again as my arms grabbed hold of his back. He leaned and pecked me once more on my mouth.

  “The way we make love,” he said in a low tone. “I experience something pure and sincere.”

  “I feel it, too,” I agreed.

  “This is why I feel so terrible,” Sebastian explained with his face warm with a sorrowful glow. “I was so upset the other day because I was relieved that Darla had gone.”

  “Relieved?”

  “Yes, Audrey. I wouldn’t touch her after I met you. Darla was a sweet girl, and I could never break her heart.”

  “What did you do, Sebastian?” I asked carefully. “Did you make her disappear?”

  The room was still and cold as Sebastian looked me in the eyes. His tall and perfectly formed body towered nearly to the ceiling in the small brick house. However, he appeared to be the reflection of a lost little boy. One of which I feared had made the worst of choices.

  “I did,” he confessed as he lunged into the wall. He sobbed fiercely, then my heart raced, and my eyes swelled. Without knowing what to do, I collapsed onto him. Sebastian’s body was hot and heaving underneath me. “I couldn’t make her happy, Audrey. We didn’t touch once since she arrived. You were spiraling inside of me head, and I treated you like garbage because of my mistakes. All of the cheating and the lying… I’m such a fucking asshole.”

  “But why, Sebastian?” I cried, knowing that this could only lead to terrible things for him.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said whi
le shifting his weight toward me. My arms hugged firmly around his muscular body. “Will you ever forgive me?”

  “I do,” I said as I attempted to keep the tears from dripping down my face. “I love you so much, Sebastian.”

  “I love you, too,” he said with his lips shaking against mine. It was difficult to believe, no matter Sebastian’s strength that he would do something so terrible.

  “But why?” I cried. “Why did you have to kill her?”

  Sebastian stopped moving. His arms flexed against the wall, pushing us toward the center of the room.

  “Kill her?” he asked softly. “Darla’s not dead.”

  Suddenly, I realized that I was mistaken. Sebastian was feeling guilty, but it was for his actions that he believed scared her away.

  “Why, Audrey,” he said through uneven breaths. “Why would you say that she was dead?”

  I found myself trapped in a corner made of brick. The lies brought me here, and then I wondered if I should explain to him that the girl who he thought ran away was now lying in the dirt.

  My mouth opened to speak, when a jolt struck my mind. If Sebastian didn’t kill her, I wondered, then who did? The dots were connecting one by one until, all at once, I realized which clue I had overlooked.

  “Where did you get the sleeping pills, Sebastian?” I asked in a deathly tone.

  “We had many fights,” he explained as he his head circled the dim room. “I couldn’t sleep and I would pace the hallways late at night–“

  “Who gave them to you!” I demanded. Sebastian froze from his erratic behavior, and then he met my gaze.

  “Your father.”

  The Waiting Room

  Michael

  Usually, after having an attractive woman drain my cock of its every last drop, my body would be in a state of tranquility. However, I felt anything but peaceful. My legs paced around the room furiously as I waited.

  An hour after Lydia had gone, Audrey’s delay felt brutal. At this point, she had been gone for well over two hours. I tried calling her phone, but it went directly to her voicemail.