Dirty Ella: A Fairy Tale Inspired Stepbrother Romance

by Sienna Chance

  “We’re going to Washington, Grandma,” Ella said. “To live with the twins.”

  Eric shot a glance at me where he was driving, his grin wide and pleased.

  “Good,” said Ama, patting her granddaughter’s knee. Ella smiled, and when I looked back she met my eye with a wink and a promise in her eye that she was no longer ashamed of what she wanted.

  Epilogue

  Eric

  I woke up in bed with Ella as Julian slipped out to get ready for the day, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips before he grinned at us both and started to gather his clothes.

  “Where are you going?” I asked him. He stared at me.

  “I have that opening today,” he said, “the one that I’ve been planning for months.”

  “Of course,” I said, remembering then, though my eyes were on Ella as I spoke. She was naked, the sheets below her breasts, which were full and ripe for tasting. I pulled my eyes away from them and looked at Julian. “I’ll be there. Do you need any help?”

  “Not this morning,” he said. “I’m only going in for about an hour to make sure everything is ready for tonight.”

  “Don’t leave,” Ella moaned softly, sitting up to kiss him again. Just watching them made me hard, especially when her tongue slipped between his lips and she twined her fingers in his hair.

  “I’ll be back,” Julian said with a grin, pecking her once more on the lips before disappearing from the room. She looked at me, her mouth pink, lips swollen from kissing. I loved seeing her that way, especially when her hair was messy from sleep and her eyes were half-lidded. I was already lying close to her but I pulled her face down to mine, taking her mouth in a soft kiss that I had intended to be sweet but that she turned filthy with her tongue, tasting me, her hands wandering to my chest. She stroked my muscles with her hands, no longer as shy as she once had been. For the most part, Ella had opened herself to us. There was only one more thing she hadn’t allowed us to do, and I had been craving to do it since the moment I’d first gotten close to Ella back at the party.

  “Ella,” I said against her lips, gripping her hips in my hands and flipping her over so that her back was pressed to the bed. “Let me lick your pussy.”

  She blushed, her eyes meeting mine, and that innocent look on her face made my cock go even harder just thinking about getting to do it. Neither Julian nor I knew why she was so shy about it, but she had said that she’d never done it before and that it made her nervous to think about it. Still, I knew how good I could make her feel, how sexy it could be for her.

  “I’ll start slow,” I promised her. “And work my way up. If you want me to stop at any time, I will.”

  She stared at me, but parted her legs so that her pretty pussy was exposed. I kissed her mouth, then crawled down her body and took each of her nipples into my mouth until they were hard and she was moaning. When I got between her legs, I nuzzled her slit. She closed her thighs automatically but I didn’t press them open, instead began to softly stroke the soft curls between her thighs, touching her in gentle brushes of my fingers. I wanted her to part for me, wanted her to open up on her own. I slipped my finger between the lips of her pussy and curled it upward to stroke her clit, which was hard and so sensitive that the softest touch made her moan. I did open her thighs then, and she let me without hesitation. Her pussy was soaking wet and swollen, pink and desperate to be touched.

  “I’ll just kiss it,” I said, looking up at her face, though I wanted to do so much more than that. She nodded, chewing her lip, and I lowered my face to press a kiss over her clit. I felt her body move so that her hips pressed her pussy against my mouth and knew that it was her body reacting automatically, begging for something she didn’t even know she wanted. I kissed her again, then slowly parted her lower lips with my tongue from bottom to top, where I tapped her clit, making her squirm.

  “I don’t—I don’t know about this,” she said, sitting up and looking at me. I licked her one more time, this time circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, and watched as her eyes closed and her breath caught in her chest. Her pussy gushed moisture that I scooped up with my tongue and started to spread all over her folds. There was no more protest from her, only a soft whimpering while I lapped at her pussy over and over again, not paying too much attention to her clit. I didn’t want to overwhelm her, so I kept the pleasure gentle and steady, brought it to her in waves with my tongue while she breathed raggedly.

  “Is this okay?” I asked her, lifting my head up once she’d settled back down. She was blushing, but that innocent look in her eye had turned to lust. Still, she had a shy look in her eye.

  “Do I—do I taste okay?” she asked. I took a deep breath, lowering my face to nuzzle her thigh, then lapped at her pussy again before bringing my mouth up to hers. I kissed her, and she was hesitant to share her taste with me before I coaxed her mouth open with my tongue, letting her know how perfect she was. Then I went back down between her legs and started licking at her in earnest, stopping each time before I got to her clit. It was starting to make her crazy but she wasn’t willing to ask for it yet—and I wanted her to be. I wanted her to ask me to taste her little clit and make her come in my mouth.

  “Eric,” she finally said after a few moments of my teasing, long after her pussy had started begging for more by humping against my face. “I need you to—I need you to make me come. Is that okay?”

  I gave a soft growl, grinning up at her as my fingers teased her folds. I slipped one of them inside her, curling inward against her secret spot, making her moan loudly without even touching her clit. I pumped my finger in and out, finally lowering my mouth to take her bud between my lips and suck on it, flicking it with my tongue. Ella was grinding against my face, her hips rising and falling of their own accord. I slipped another finger deep inside her and began to move both of them in and out, filling her pussy up as I toyed with her clit until she started to buck upward, whimpering loudly. She couldn’t even muster full moans—just quiet mewling that sounded pathetic and adorable as a kitten. I kept up my ministrations, and soon she was crying out and her pussy was clamping around my fingers as she came.

  I climbed back up her body, panting, and this time she was eager to share her taste with me. I smiled against her lips.

  “I love you, Eric,” she said softly. I pulled my face back to look at her. It was the first time she’d said it to me since I had told her back before we’d left her the first time, something that had been one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I knew now that I would never leave Ella behind again, that wherever she went I would be with Julian as well.

  “I love you,” I said, nuzzling her cheek. I kissed her again, teasing her tongue with mine before I started to climb back down her body, wanting more. I was in the middle of eating her out again when the door opened and Julian came in, raising his eyebrows when I lifted my head to look at him.

  “Now that’s just not fair,” he said, but there was a grin on his face. I looked up at Ella.

  “Are you going to let Julian eat your pussy too, Ella?”

  “I want him to fuck me first,” she said, a pretty pout on her lips. He walked over to the bed and kissed her even as he started to undress, his hands cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. He stripped out of his clothes and I watched as Ella lay back and beckoned him on top of her, spreading her legs for him. He crawled over her body, positioning his cock against her pussy, then pressed inside. I watched her face as he started to move in and out of her, the pleasure in her eyes, especially when they met mine and she gestured for me to come closer to her. Julian fucked her while I crawled over the bed, lowering my face to take her mouth in a kiss, capturing her moans when he sped his hips up. She had a different way of fucking both of us, and though I sometimes I wanted to take her as rough as Julian did, most of the time I liked to move slow and lazy while I was inside of her.

  I looked down to see my brother’s cock sliding in and out of Ella’s slick wet pussy, then reached down and st
arted stroking her clit while he rode her. I lowered my face to her breast, taking her nipple between my lips and sucking on it hard with my tongue. Ella moaned and writhed underneath Julian as I switched to the other breast, her body shaking and rocking.

  “Now you,” she said to me, as Julian pulled out of her. I took his place then while he positioned himself beside me. I slid my cock deep into Ella’s pussy, which was still tight and wet even though she had just been fucked by Julian. I rode her slow and hard, watching her face as I did so, seeing the pleasure in her eyes when Julian touched her breasts and her clit. After a few strokes, I pulled out of her, let Julian pull her hips against his to take my place. We switched back and forth for a long time, teasing ourselves and Ella, whose body was flushed and desperate to come. She was moaning steadily, her hips bucking, and when it was my turn I couldn’t help but ride out her orgasm, to feel her coming and squirming around me. Julian pulled her hips after that and made her come again, unable to allow himself to miss out on the experience.

  Ella sat up then and opened her mouth, taking us each into her mouth until we came. Then she lay back down and kissed me while Julian did as he promised and licked her pussy to one more, long orgasm.

  After a few moments she was on her back between us, one of us on either side. She tilted her face up to kiss Julian.

  “I told Eric, but I didn’t tell you. I love you. Both of you.”

  “I love you too, Ella,” Julian said, stroking her cheek with his hand. “I’m glad you’re not fighting this anymore.”

  “So am I,” I said. Since she had come to Washington, Ella had stopped trying to fight what she wanted from us and had decided to just give in. We lived happily together with Ama, who addressed the issue one day before we even brought it to her when she asked to be moved to a room further down from ours. She did so with a sly smile on her face though, and while Ella blushed, she took it as acceptance of what we were doing together. The three of us shared a bed every night, Ella curled up between Julian and me, happier than we ever had been apart.

  “I’m so sorry about before—” she said, but I cut her off with a kiss.

  “It wasn’t your fault. No apologies. We were all afraid.”

  “I wasn’t afraid,” Julian said, kissing her neck. She giggled, turning her face to kiss his cheek.

  “That’s because you’re a dirty boy,” she said. He nodded as he buried his face in her neck.

  “We’re going to be happy together,” Julian said, wrapping his arm around her waist. I hugged her from the other side and we held her between us, each of us feeling the warmth of the words and what they meant for the future.

  Billionaire’s Home

  Sneak Peak

  1

  Julia

  “Hey, woman,” Bart said, tapping his knuckles on the bar to get my attention. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Though he was a customer, I didn’t respond to that type of greeting.

  “You’d better watch your mouth talking to her like that,” said the man next to him, another regular named Jerry. I liked Jerry, who was always polite and took care of any trouble that might be brought to the bar. I worked alone most of the time and had little patience for bullshit. “She’s a firecracker.”

  I grinned at him, then shot Bart an annoyed look when he waved me over.

  “What do you want?” I asked, putting my hand on my hip. “Say please, you swine.”

  Instead of being offended, Bart laughed. Most of the customers had gotten used to my flippant way of talking to them. I wasn’t warm and fuzzy by any means, but I did my job well and got along with everybody who came in. This place had been in my family for years and the regulars were almost like an extended family I’d grown up with, before I inherited the place when my parents died.

  “Another beer,” he said. I glared at him, unmoving.

  “Please,” he added, giving me a toothless grin. Bart’s teeth had rotted out years ago and he always said he was grateful that he didn’t need them in order to enjoy the booze. I took his mug and refilled it from the tap, then passed it back to him.

  “I’d better get a good tip from you tonight,” I said, and he winked at me and gave me a thumbs up before taking a slurp.

  “Did you hear that Eric Kyle is coming back to town, Jules?” asked Jerry.

  “Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  Eric Kyle was someone I’d graduated with, the only person who nearly took my spot as valedictorian in high school. We’d been neck and neck in every competition in school and had competed throughout to best one another. We’d never exactly gotten along, and I was surprised that he wanted to come back after all he’d done and earned. After he’d graduated college, he’d gone on to start a real estate business that had quickly blossomed into a multi-billion-dollar success. He owned properties all over the world and his business had only expanded in the years since he’d started his company.

  Jerry nodded. “Word is he wants to buy more land around here to expand his property. Maybe wants to build a development or two.”

  I wrinkled my nose, grimacing. The last thing anyone wanted in this small town was a bunch of overpriced apartment buildings that would bring in people who’d otherwise turn their nose up at anybody who lived outside the city. Just the thought of it annoyed me. That a rich man could come in and change the entire landscape of a town he barely had anything to do with was an irritating thought, especially since it was Eric Kyle. I’d always thought him exceptionally arrogant, too proud of himself and his accomplishments. There was absolutely no humility in him, and that was something I couldn’t stand in a person. I’d come from a humble place and knew that I was no better than anyone else; I couldn’t relate to Eric’s self-importance, especially since I’d spent most of my life taking care of my parents and then raising my ten-year-old daughter by myself.

  “Didn’t you guys have a thing in high school?” Jerry asked. “I remember seeing you two together an awful lot.”

  I shook my head. “We were just paired up a lot on projects,” I told him. Since he was the only other student in the school who was also in the gifted program, we’d had to work together on almost every group project throughout our four years of high school. I hadn’t gotten to know him well in that time—we’d always been polite to each other but were never friends.

  “I didn’t even like him,” I added. Jerry laughed.

  “I have a feeling nobody’s going to like him much if he comes here trying to take over,” he said. “Gotta wonder what he’s thinking.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I doubt he cares. People like that never care about how they affect the people around them.”

  “You really don’t like him, do you?”

  I hoped that if Eric did come to town I wouldn’t have to see him. But if he was looking to acquire land, he might have his eye on mine. The bar was only a block down the road from the Kyle house and sat on a good deal of property. If he was buying up land and made an offer on the place, I wouldn’t sell it for any amount of money. There was no way he would be able to convince me otherwise.

  “I don’t like those types of people,” I told Jerry. “Rich ones. Eric Kyle thinks he’s better than all of us and always has done.”

  “That’s true,” said Jerry. “His whole family looked down on the rest of the town.”

  “I remember,” I said, my voice dry. Though he hadn’t always been a billionaire, Eric still came from one of the wealthier families in town. His parents hadn’t been well-liked amongst the neighbors and neither had their son once he’d grown up to exhibit the same distaste for those who had less than him. “I hoped we’d seen the last of them.”

  “The Kyle house has been empty for a long time,” Jerry said, nodding. “But I guess that’s about to change.”

  “I guess so,” I said, shrugging. “We’ll see what happens.”

  “Either way, we’ll always have the bar,” said Jerry, grinning as I refilled his mug.

  The rest of the night passed uneventfully, and
I found myself watching the clock for the last hour before closing. My daughter, Madison, would be fast asleep by the time I got home, but I looked forward to the moment every night I got to peek into her room to see her sleeping, her sweet face peaceful.

  * * *

  Finally, it was closing time and Bart wobbled out, half-drunk and stupid. I didn’t worry about him getting home as he lived not far from the bar and his wife usually expected him to be drunk and met him halfway once two o’clock came. I locked up the bar and got into my car at the end of the night, driving home slowly with the window rolled down. The air was crisp on my skin and made me feel refreshed after the stuffiness of the bar.

  Once I got home, I put my things down and locked the door behind me. My babysitter, Cindy, sat on the couch reading, and she smiled at me when I walked in.

  “She in bed?” I asked.

  “She went to bed at nine,” Cindy said, nodding. “She said she didn’t feel good.”

  “Did she say what was wrong?”

  The girl shook her head. “Just that she felt lousy. She told me not to call you. She didn’t want to worry you while you were at work.”

  I nodded. That was Madison, too grown up for ten. She always wanted to take care of herself and would hardly let me baby her, though it was in my instinct to treat her like she was still the little girl I used to cradle to sleep at night.

  I paid Cindy and she left after a moment, closing the door behind her. I didn’t waste any more time before creeping down the hallway to my daughter’s room and opening the door. I was surprised to see her sitting up in bed, the lamp beside her table on, reading a book under the covers. Though she was an avid reader, she was also a heavy sleeper and was always asleep when I got home.