Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction: The Complete Series

by Stephanie Brother

  Martin Freiberg took his reports and other data and transferred them to an IronKey USB device. He then put it into a small leather pouch, which he then locked in his briefcase. He walked out of his office and said goodnight to the receptionist.

  Martin walked down the stairs to the garage and opened the door to his Mercedes. It was already started, the proximity fob automatically turning the engine over as he approached.

  As he drove away from the headquarters of Ghent International, Inc. he tried to call Ted on the phone. A pleasant voice informed him that all circuits were busy. He shrugged, and then voice dialed Sarah.

  The same pleasant voice repeated its toneless message, and he disconnected. Ted drove a while, and then called information. Immediately, his call was connected and he asked for the number of a restaurant, just to see if he was paranoid. The number came up, and he requested to speak to the maitre d’. Soon, a man with a French accent was making reservations for Martin and a party of four for Friday evening. Martin hung up.

  He drove a bit more, not noticing he was being followed by a black Hummer H-2.

  Martin listened to some light music, driving home to his comfortable house on a private golf course. He cruised along, thinking over the events of the day, and how it all fit together. The road he was on was heavily forested, and it followed a small river. He liked this particular route home; he always found it relaxing after a hard day’s work. It was one of the reasons he chose to live where he did.

  Martin Freiberg was entirely surprised when the H-2 hit the rear of his car, sending it flying out over the side of the hill, and down into the river below.

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  Chapter Twenty-eight

  The grand ball was beginning. Ted and Sarah watched with amazement as guest after guest appeared, each one more resplendent than the next. They walked into the center of an immense throng of people, all of whom were breathlessly awaiting Walter Reighland’s appearance.

  Sarah was very excited and hugged Ted tightly to her. She kissed him and he saw in her eyes her undying love for him.

  Reighland appeared, seemingly floating in the air and’s wearing expensive garments that glistened and shone as if there were lights built into the material. He literally sparkled as he descended from the heavens.

  “He looks like a cross between Elton John and Liberace,” said Ted. Sarah giggled and hugged him tighter.

  “My friends!” yelled Reighland. “Welcome to the Grand Ball!”

  A great cheer went up, and the applause thundered throughout the room.

  Reighland looked over the assemblage, waved his hands over his head and said, “let the festivities begin!”

  Almost in unison, the women in the crowd disrobed. They stood naked with their partners. The game was now afoot, as people started to assemble into intricate arrangements, and begin their erotic revelries. All manner of sensual pleasures were being initiated, and the participants took on the air of explorers seeking to gain the most intimate knowledge to be found in this castle of wonders.

  Ted was amazed at the variety of body types, but everyone there gleamed with good health and cheer. He was startled to see Sarah standing next to him naked. He had been taking in all the other scenery and not fully realized that she was well into the game. He noted her hard nipples and short gasps as she moved towards the action.

  Sarah walked away from Ted to a stunning redheaded woman who was with another stunning blonde. The two women were engaged in a heavy kissing and petting session, having commandeered one of the lounges that were strategically placed in the auditorium. As Ted watched, Sarah inserted herself into the activities between the two lovers.

  Ted looked around and realized that there was a major orgy in progress. He watched as couples became trios or even larger groups. Off to one side, a solitary man was masturbating as he watched a group of six engaged in all manner of lovemaking. Ted noticed that a number of women had lain down on couches or even the floor, and were quietly engaged with dildos.

  As more and more of the men stripped and joined in, Ted felt self-conscious that he was not participating other than by being a voyeur. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable with the concept; this wasn’t his first orgy after all. As a young man, he had his share of group sex. But it was more the idea that the woman with whom he had sworn to live the rest of his life was so thoroughly engaged without him in an apparent Sapphic triangle of love.

  He decided to sit and watch for a while, to better analyze what he was feeling about the situation. He kept an eye on the proceedings and noticed that Sarah was enjoying herself, kissing first one and then the other woman on the mouth. Hands were being inserted into each other’s secret places, and then having fingers licked clean. The redhead sucked on Sarah’s nipples, and then slowly moved to her mons. Sarah lay back on the other woman’s torso and gently raised her bottom to allow the redhead better access to her pussy.

  As the redhead licked and sucked on Sarah, the blonde kissed her and massaged her breasts. Soon, Sarah was making the familiar motions that Ted knew so well indicated she was in the throes of orgasm. He watched as she came, sucking the nipples of the blonde as the redhead ate her expertly.

  Ted, surprised at seeing this side of Sarah, watched carefully, and was disappointed to find he was barely aroused.

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  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Brett and Kady had settled into their room, a Deluxe suite that was the finest that the hotel had to offer. A bottle of unopened champagne sat in a silver ice bucket; drops of condensation dripped down slowly and invitingly. Two crystal flutes sat on a silver serving tray, and Kady made a beeline for one of them. She picked up the bottle, and looked it over, briefly. She tossed it to Brett.

  Brett looked at his love and wanted to cry. She looked as though she were a porcelain doll, beginning to show slight cracks. Kady was upset, and trying not to show it.

  “Are you sure this is the best idea right now, Kady?” said Brett.

  “Open that bottle, or I’ll just go down to the fucking bar right now, Brett,” said Kady.

  Brett took his time and finally popped the cork. He filled Kady’s glass about one-quarter full. She angrily sucked it down in one draught, and then held out the empty flute for a refill.

  Brett looked at her. He gently set the bottle down. He walked over to her and hugged her tightly to him. He began to sob quietly. His shoulders shook.

  Kady was not sure what was happening and tried to step away from him. He held her more tightly and looked at her.

  “I love you, Kady!” he cried. The tears wet his face, and Kady suddenly gave a huge sob and joined in with her own crying.

  They stood there, holding onto each other like frightened children, not sure why they suddenly felt so alone and vulnerable.

  “Brett, I don’t know what’s going on!” she wailed. He wiped the tears from her eyes and stroked her hair. He kissed her gently on the lips.

  A sudden resolve appeared in his eyes. There was a fierceness that Kady had never before seen. It frightened her more than anything ever had.

  “Kady, my dear sister,” said Brett.

  “I know exactly what’s going on, and someone is going to pay,” he said, clenching his fists.

  Brett went to the phone and dialed a number. The voice on the other end answered and listened. Brett said a strange sounding phrase into the phone and then hung up.

  “Now, it’s my turn,” he said.

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  Chapter Thirty

  Ted decided he needed some air and walked outside. He stood looking out at the ocean and wished he had something to smoke.

  A beautiful woman, naked as the day she was born, walked up to him.

  “Hey, handsome, why so serious?” she said, gaily.

  She was gorgeous, he noticed, with a small dolphin tattoo near her belly button. Her pussy had a little landing strip leading into it, and her pert breasts stuck out at him, daring him to suck them.

  “I’m sorry, I gues
s I’m just not really in the mood,” he apologized, lamely.

  “Wow, that’s a new line!” she exclaimed. “How could you not be? I mean, Walter’s Grand Balls are legendary. The most beautiful and powerful people, the best drugs, the finest of everything! They are always an event to remember.”

  “Do you remember the last time you were at one?” asked Ted.

  The woman laughed, her voice tinkling with mirth.

  “Not really, but that’s the whole point, don’t you think?” she said.

  She held Ted’s arm, just above the elbow, and seemed to want him to follow her back inside. Just then, Ted’s cell phone rang. He gently extricated himself, promising the disappointed young lady he would indeed be right back, for more stimulating conversation.

  He went into a side alcove and answered the call.

  “Yes, this is Ghent,” he said.

  “Ted! This is Marilee!” he heard an excited voice over the speaker. Marilee was his receptionist at one point, but now she was Martin’s administrative assistant.

  “Hi, Marilee, what’s going on?” he asked.

  “Ted! Martin’s in the hospital! He was involved in a bad accident on the way home! Hit and run, it looks like! He’s in awful shape!” she rattled off.

  “What? Where? When?” he said, stupidly. His mind raced with a myriad of emotions and thoughts. He had just spoken to Martin only a few hours ago, hadn’t he? He looked at his Rolex watch. It had been almost twelve hours since he had last spoken to his CEO.

  Where had all the time gone? He felt confused and sat down. An attendant walked up to him, drink at the ready. Ted waved him away and didn’t see the man frown as he moved off with the drink. The man spoke quietly into the thin air, but Ted couldn’t hear what was said.

  Ted talked to Marilee for a few more minutes. He noted the name, address and room number at the hospital, thanked her, and then disconnected.

  He went in search of Sarah.

  It was obvious that something sinister was going on, and he and Sarah had become part of it. He was going to grab Sarah, and get the hell out of Ocaba Bien, just as fast as he could.

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  Chapter Thirty-one

  Kady and Brett were in the bed in their room. Kady had removed all of her princess costume and was left with only a sheer bra and panties. She demurely had pulled the sheets up over her nearly naked body. Brett sat, staring at the inane television shows playing on the cable box. He kept looking at the phone, willing it to ring.

  Kady moved closer to him, snuggling up against his hard body. He tried to ignore her, but she was still shivering and shaking as the effects of whatever they had been exposed to at Ocaba Bien wore off. He hugged her, then, realizing she was scared and that she needed him.

  He kissed her gently on the forehead, and a few tears tracked down her cheeks.

  “Oh, Brett! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have drunk so much!” she said.

  Brett was more frightened that her feelings for him weren’t sincere. Ever since the restaurant, he had thought she was acting of her own volition. Now, he wasn’t sure. They had undoubtedly been affected by the environment of Ocaba Bien, and Reighland’s charms. He wondered if her sincerity was just a by-product of all the excitement.

  As if sensing his thoughts, Kady suddenly kissed Brett hard on the mouth. She tasted slightly of champagne, but Brett immediately was seized by his passion for her. He kissed her back, harder, and soon they were tugging at each other.

  Kady slid aside under the sheets so he could lie next to her. He nestled against her, his hardness outlined underneath his pants. She reached out, and grabbed it, squeezing it and moving under him so that her ample breasts were on a level with his face. He dipped his mouth down, from hers, and began to suck on her hard nipples, even though they were buried by the sheerest lace of her bra.

  Kady felt herself becoming wet and moaned. Brett reached around her backside with one hand, kneading her ass cheeks, rubbing her back with his other hand. She arched her body, shoving her breasts against his hot breath. He reached up and freed them from their lacy restraint. Kady’s pink nubs stuck out like erasers, and he licked each one, tweaking the other with his fingers, as he continued to pull her toward him.

  Kady’s panties were sopping with her juices. She was going wild with the sensations, her love and emotions for Brett urging her to finally join with him, to become one flesh.

  She put a finger in her panties, and slipped them off, past her knees - and then threw them aside. Her hot pussy was quivering in want. She could smell her sex, and saw the effect it was having on Brett.

  He let her undo his belt and slide his trousers off his legs. His boxers came next. It was all Kady could do to not cram his huge, throbbing cock into her eager, hungry mouth. It took all of her willpower to not give it a lick, or a kiss.

  But, she needed him in her. She lay back, spreading her legs, waiting for her lover to finally be one with her.

  Brett knelt between her thighs and licked gently at her slit. He was trying to assure she was ready for this. He wanted to make sure that this was all because of her wanting him, and not because of any delayed effects from the excitement earlier. He looked up at her, and she was smiling. There was nothing but pure love in her eyes.

  Kady reached around his broad shoulders and guided him towards her. She opened her mouth, kissing him and pulling him into her.

  Brett and Kady made love, melting into each other, forgetting the troubled world for a few delicious moments. They rose on a cloud of wanting and longing, plunging back and forth across the chasm of sensuality, as their bodies rhythmically rocked and surrounded them.

  Brett shoved deep into her, and Kady moaned as his cock filled her completely. The folds of her labia closed around him like a silk glove, stroking him gently as he pulled out and went in, again and again. They grappled and kissed, and Kady came. She wailed out his name, crying her pleasure and pulling him against her. He plunged into her, and came as well, mixing his love juices with hers in a steamy ambrosial scent that filled their nostrils, arousing them to even greater heights of passion.

  Finally, spent and exhausted, they fell asleep, wrapped around each other, content in the realization that they had each found their soul mate.

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  A few hours later, as they slept, a van pulled up outside the back entrance to the hotel. When it stopped, the driver got out and walked to the back, where he unlocked and opened the rear doors.

  A tall man, dressed in black SWAT gear, exited the van. He was followed by six more individuals, all dressed alike. The Driver closed the door and referred to a device he was holding.

  “They are both here, sir!” the Driver spoke into a microphone. Two dots stood out orange against the green background of the display.

  “We’ve got them!” He dropped the device into a pouch and pulled out a pistol from the holster strapped to his leg.

  The speaker in the van dashboard responded.

  “Ok, people,” said Scott to the strike team. “I want it clear. No one harms the girl. Leave her to me. I don’t give two shits about Brett Ghent, but I want the final kill to be mine. You keep him alive until I’m finished with her. Then, I get to do him.”

  The four men and two women looked at their leader, nodding. Grim smiles crossed their faces, underneath the balaclavas they wore.

  They waited for Scott and Reighland to arrive so that they could begin the exercise.

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  Chapter Thirty-two

  Ted found Sarah, her eyes glazed with the afterglow of her tryst, lounging on a divan. She had managed to find her clothes, and they were loosely thrown over her. She sighed, an enormous smile on her face as he approached.

  “Sarah, we are leaving,” he said. She looked at him with her eyes, and concern crossed her features.

  “Ted, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the kids?” she asked. She sat up and began to put herself together. As she slipped into her shoes, he put an arm aroun
d her and raised a finger to her lips.

  “Shhh!” he said. “There’s something wrong with this place, and we need to get out of here. I’ll tell you more when we get a cab out of here. Martin was in an accident and is badly hurt.”

  “What happened? Will he be ok?” she asked, frightened.

  “I don’t know, but I intend to find out. But, gather your things, and let’s go. We can send for anything we left behind later. I just want us out of here, right fucking now!” he said.

  They walked out to the front of the ballroom, surrounded by the people still engaged in their various sexual play. Ted saw two men fellating each other while a third man sat watching them, sucking on the nipples of a rather large, beautiful woman, who was wearing a ball gag.

  Ted and Sarah were followed discreetly by several of the attendants, but Ted waived them off. When they reached the front of the building, he commanded that a taxi be brought to them, immediately.

  He was startled to see Walter Reighland approaching quickly, with some attendants. Some of them were obviously armed.

  “What the hell’s going on, Walter?” shouted Sarah.

  “I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest with you, my dear Sarah,” said Reighland.

  She looked at him, puzzled. She scanned his face and looked at him as though he were crazy.

  “My name is not Walter,” he said. He chuckled slightly and nodded at the attendants.

  “Surely, you can’t mean that. I mean, I know you. We’ve known each other for years…Walter. You aren’t Walter?” she said. Her face had lost its pallor, and she looked pale in the moonlight. She was confused and hurt, and she looked back and forth between Ted and the man in front of her.

  “Walter Reighland, the man you met in Paris many years ago, the man with whom you had fallen in love and held dear in your heart, was my twin brother,” he said. Then he chuckled.