Mine - A Stepbrother Romance

by Daire, Caitlin

  “I want you to touch yourself,” he said, voice dripping with lust.

  My breath hitched. My panties were instantly wet and sticking to me, reminding me just how eager I was to feel his touch, or at least pretend to feel it while I was here without him. I quietly unzipped my black pants and slid one hand down inside my lacy panties, and I let a deluge of images flood my brain as I felt the wetness growing there. His lips and hot breath on my earlobes and neck. His strong arms holding me. His hard cock driving into me.

  “Are you doing it?” he asked a second later.

  “Yes,” I replied, tilting the webcam down a bit so he could see everything.

  I could see that he was slowly stroking himself just off the screen, and I wished that he would tilt his own webcam down so I could see his cock. His thick, hard and utterly perfect cock. God, I was obsessed with it. I’d gone from staunch virgin to sex maniac within the space of just a few weeks.

  “Good. Look at me,” he said. “I’m right there with you. Keep rubbing your clit in circles, harder and harder. Imagine it’s me.”

  “Uh-huh,” I said breathlessly, watching his eyes darken with lust as he watched me.

  “Slide one finger inside.”

  I followed his orders, gasping as I felt my tight walls close around the invading digit, and he grinned on my screen. “Two fingers now. Pretend it’s my cock. I’m right there, pressing inside you, nice and rough. Just how you like it. Keep rubbing your clit with your other hand.”

  I imagined it was him stroking me and probing me, and I kept my eyes glued on the monitor as my heart rate doubled. The back of my neck was damp with perspiration as I moved my hands back and forth.

  “Good girl,” he said, his voice husky. “When I tell you to come, you need to come. But not until I say so. Got it?”

  “Yes,” I gasped out, already feeling myself teetering close to the edge. I slowed down my movements, not wanting to disappoint him by coming before he told me to. God, it was almost impossible. I so desperately wanted to explode, and he flashed me his famous smirk.

  “Not yet, baby.”

  “Oh god,” I groaned a moment later. “Please…I want to come.”

  My breath sounded hoarse and desperate, like that of an animal. My coworkers would be returning from lunch any moment now, and I couldn’t think of anything worse than having to stop right now, not when I was so close to the edge.

  “Now,” he said, his voice firm and hard as he issued the command. “Come for me.”

  My abdomen clenched, throbbing and writhing. Closing my eyes and still pretending it was Mason between my legs, I came on my hand in gasps, each shorter than the last. “Oh…oh…oh god!”

  The elevator doors pinged nearby, and I snapped to attention and swore. “Shit! Someone’s coming!”

  Of course. Right when I was in the middle of climaxing, I had to get disturbed. I suppose that’s what happens when you masturbate at work, huh? I ended the Skype call and zipped my pants up, and then I looked up to see Victoria striding towards me. Hopefully I didn’t look too hot and bothered.

  “Your blouse is undone at the top,” she said, standing by the entrance to my cubicle and casting a suspicious glance at me.

  I looked down and feigned surprise. “Oh, damn. The buttons keep popping open because of my boobs.”

  “I have the same problem sometimes. Double sided tape works. Give that a try.”

  “I will. Thanks,” I said, forcing a sweet smile and once again wondering why she was being friendly to me. It had been several weeks since our little run-in here at the office, and she’d been oddly nice to me ever since.

  “Anyway, I just came to see if you had a moment. I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said with her usual no-nonsense air.

  “Yeah?”

  “I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you and spoke to you when you first arrived. I should never have said those things to you or acted like that towards you.”

  “Oh,” I said, not quite knowing how else to respond. This was certainly a surprise.

  “I suppose…I was just reacting badly to how much everything was changing. I’ve worked for Roy for so long, and almost every waking moment has been dedicated to him. I guess I’ve come to respect him as a sort of father figure, and when you arrived I just went a little nuts. I was worried he suddenly wouldn’t need me anymore, and this job has been my life for a long time now. But it’s no excuse.”

  “Um. Well, I kind of know what you mean,” I said. “It is really hard when things in your life change so fast. Take it from me. A couple of months ago I was still a penniless waitress.”

  We both chuckled for a second, and then she took a step closer and held her hand out. “Really, though. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve been feeling awful about this for weeks now. Maybe we could try to be friends?”

  I took her hand and shook it. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

  She smiled, and her shoulders sagged with relief. “Glad to hear it. I’d really like that. How about we have coffee on Monday?”

  “Sure.”

  With that she turned to leave, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Well, that was one less thing I had to worry about. Now my only major concern was me and Mason. If we kept being so daring about our new relationship, then we were bound to be found out sooner rather than later. We either needed to cool things off or come clean…and we both knew we didn’t want to cool things off. We’d tried that for the last few days, and all that resulted from that was Skype sex sessions while I was at work, evidently.

  Damn. We were going to have to break the news to our parents, as much as it might upset them to find out their respective kids were screwing each other like bunnies right under their noses. But how the hell were we going to do that?

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  MASON

  I’d been out all afternoon with Anders, catching up for a few beers at our favorite pub, but I could barely concentrate on any of the wild stories he’d had to tell me about whatever club chicks he’d pulled in the last few weeks. My steamy webcam session with Arizona earlier had gotten me so hard that all I could think about was going home, tearing her clothes off and fucking her into sweet submission. I’d stayed out with my buddy until I couldn’t stand it any longer, and now I was pulling into the driveway of the house, my cock already stirring in my pants at the thought of seeing her.

  Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was still only five o’clock. Dammit. She wouldn’t even be home from work for another hour or so. Sighing, I got out of the car and headed towards the front door, and it opened just before I got to it. For fuck’s sake. It was Emile, my mother’s seedy life coach.

  “Mason,” he said, beatific smile on his little rat face. There was a gleam in his eyes as if he thought he knew something I didn’t know, but I already knew about his little affair with Layla so he could damn well wipe that look right off his face. He was wearing billowy white pants and a tight white T-shirt, obviously in the hopes of looking like some sort of yoga guru. “How are you, son?”

  Don’t call me son, you hippie little fuck, I wanted to say. Just because he was screwing my mother didn’t give him the right to call me that.

  “Emile,” I replied instead, forcing a smile in return. If I was rude to him, I’d never hear the end of it. “What’s up?”

  “I just did a tai chi session with Layla,” he said. “But I have another appointment to get to. Namaste.”

  He put his hands together and did this stupid little bow as he spoke that last word, and I rolled my eyes and watched as he headed towards his car. What a pretentious fuckwad. He probably didn’t even know or care what ‘namaste’ meant. I hated those new age charlatan types who appropriated stuff like that from other cultures just to make a quick buck from rich middle-aged white women, and he was a prime example.

  As I headed upstairs, I had an idea. I was going to head up to Arizona’s room, strip down and give her a nice surprise when she arrived home for the d
ay. I threw open her door a moment later, and I was shocked to see my mother sitting on her bed.

  “Expecting someone else, Mason?” she asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

  “Er…I was just coming to say hi to Arizona. Wasn’t sure if she was home from work yet,” I lied, rubbing my chin.

  “Really?” she replied. Her green eyes gleamed, and she patted a manila folder that was sitting on the bed next to her. “Why don’t you come take a look at this file?”

  I took a step towards her. “Let me guess, you’ve been trying to dig up some sort of shit from Arizona’s past to make her look bad to Roy so he’ll send her packing?”

  “Oh, not at all,” she replied. “This is all very much from the present. I know what’s going on between you two. I’ve suspected it for a while, but now I know for sure.”

  My heart stopped cold in my chest, but I kept my voice calm. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on.”

  She laughed. “Don’t bother denying it. Here.”

  She opened the folder and pulled out a photo. “Care to change your story now?” she asked, shoving the picture in my face.

  Oh shit. It was me and Arizona kissing in the Jacuzzi just a few days ago. How in the hell did she get that? She hadn’t even been home that day.

  “Emile came by to drop off some new workout gear for me the other day. Then he saw you two doing that in the hot tub and decided I needed to know,” she said, answering my question before I’d even asked. “You’re lucky he brought this to me and didn’t take it straight to the tabloids.”

  I threw my hands up. “Fine. We were going to tell you guys, but we weren’t ready yet. But I guess the cat’s outta the bag now.”

  She tilted her head to the side, gazing at me shrewdly. “No, it doesn’t have to be, as long as you do as I say. You end this disgusting little tryst you have going on with her, and I won’t tell Roy or anyone else. Neither will Emile.”

  “It’s not disgusting,” I said. “Look, we knew it might be hard for you and Roy to hear; that’s why we’ve held off on telling you for so long. But there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing.”

  “I think you’ll find you’re incorrect about that. Roy is a lot more conservative than you’d think. He wouldn’t even have sex with me until our wedding night.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I really don’t need to hear about your sex life, Layla.”

  She stood up and slapped me so hard across the face that my eyes watered, and I drew back and stared at her, utterly shocked. We’d certainly had our share of problems in the past, but she’d never resorted to physical abuse.

  “I’ve told you a hundred time and I’ll tell you again, don’t call me that,” she hissed. “Now, as I was saying…Roy would be utterly beside himself if he found out what you and his daughter are up to. And not just him. Can you imagine what the world would think if this became public? Which it will, if you don’t stop. Do you really think no one will care that perfect little heiress Arizona’s been fucking her stepbrother?”

  “No, I don’t think the world will care,” I replied, my cheek still smarting from where she’d slapped me. “Arizona and I aren’t related. We aren’t doing anything wrong.”

  “I think you underestimate how stupid the general public is. They won’t see it the way you see it. You also underestimate how much the public loves a juicy sex scandal. Salacious stories sell, and it’s always the woman who gets dragged through the mud. Remember Serena Hewson?”

  Serena Hewson was a White House admin worker back in the late eighties who’d had a long, sordid affair with the supposedly happily-married President. When the scandal had broken to the media, everyone had branded her as a home-wrecking slut, and three decades later she was still a household name.

  “I fail to see how a former White House employee has anything to do with this, Mom.”

  “See? You know exactly who she is and what she did. Thirty years on, and everyone still remembers her, because she was involved in a juicy scandal that went public. Do you want your little Arizona to be tarred with the same brush? Somehow I don’t think so.”

  “I’m not the fucking President, and I’m not already married to someone else,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “It’s nowhere near as big of a deal as that.”

  She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, but I can make sure it becomes just as big as that. Bigger. You know I can do it. I have the media wrapped around my little finger. And I am not letting myself become that mother who allowed something like this to happen under her roof. I have an image to protect, and this little dalliance of yours is not helping me. It ends now, or I take these photos to the press.”

  I laughed, even though none of this was funny to me at all. “You just said you want to protect your image, and yet you’d take this to the media and make sure it blows up? You don’t make any sense.”

  “If I take it to them, I can control the situation and prevent the clusterfuck for my image that will result if someone else breaks it to the public when you inevitably get caught,” she said, lighting up a cigarette. Ha. If you read any magazine article about her, you’d read about how she eschewed smoking and drinking in favor of a healthy vegan lifestyle. Bullshit.

  “And why the hell would you want to do that?” I asked, hands curling by my side.

  She took a drag and then continued. “I told you. I have an image to protect. So when I take it to them, I’ll be the poor, innocent mother who had no idea what was going on and was dragged into this awful situation by her cunning little slut of a stepdaughter. Arizona’s face will be all over the papers for the next six months. She won’t be able to leave the house without being hounded. Even when it’s died down, people will still whisper about her till she’s old and grey. Of course you’ll be fine, because no one cares what men do. But she’ll forever be ‘that’ slut. Is that what you want for your precious little whore?”

  Her words stung; probably not as much as her bi-monthly Botox injections, but still…Christ, she was a nasty bitch. I knew her well enough to know one thing for sure. This had absolutely nothing to do with protecting her image. She just couldn’t stand Arizona, plain and simple.

  “No,” I said through gritted teeth. Her threats weren’t empty. I’d seen her take down rivals before, using her power over the media to her advantage. One particular actress she’d had a vendetta against had never been able to find work in her field ever again.

  “Even worse, her relationship with Roy will be shattered. She’s always said that all she wants is a relationship with him, and she doesn’t care about the money. But after this all blows over, all she’ll have is the money. He’ll probably still let her have her inheritance or at least some of it, but he won’t want anything to do with her in public. Not when her existence alone is a PR nightmare for his company. She’ll be back in freezing old Wisconsin in no time.”

  She blew a smoke ring in my face. “So decide, Mason. Do as I say and end it with her right now so we can avoid all that drama, or end her life forever. Figuratively speaking, of course.”

  “You’re just doing this because you hate her,” I said, my eyes narrowed into slits. “You want her to be hurt either way. If I break up with her, she’ll probably leave just to get away from me, and if you fuck her over in the media she’ll definitely leave.”

  It was hardly a choice. Make her leave, or make her leave with public shame and derision hanging over her head.

  She simply shrugged. “I liked things better when it was just me and Roy.”

  Ah, there it was. Her true motivation.

  “It was never just you and Roy,” I said.

  “You don’t really count. You’re not his real son,” she said with a sniff.

  Fuck. I couldn’t do this to Arizona. I couldn’t break her heart by ending things, but I also couldn’t give my mother any further ammunition to ruin her life. She’d seen Arizona as a threat from day one, all because she thought she’d take away attention from her, and now she was la
shing out in response to that threat. She wanted me to see how far she’d take it. She wanted me to keep things going with Arizona, just so she could destroy her relationship with Roy. Then my mother could have him all to herself. She didn’t even care about her own relationship with Roy all that much; her affairs were proof of that. She just wanted the money, power and attention that came with being married to a billionaire. Arizona was clearly getting in the way of all that by monopolizing so much of Roy’s time and attention.

  I’d seen smear campaigns in the media before. It didn’t matter what the truth was; once the word was out about something, it stuck with people no matter how much they were later told otherwise. And people would fucking love this story. Billionaire’s Daughter Caught In Tawdry Relationship With Her Own Stepbrother! Old women would be clutching their pearls and reaching for their smelling salts all over the country.

  I didn’t want Arizona to go through the rest of her life tarnished by the image my mother and the media would paint of her, and I especially didn’t want to be responsible for ruining her new relationship with her father.

  I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, as the saying goes. I didn’t want to end it, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew what had to be done. If I chose to do nothing, then I was being selfish. Breaking it off with her might break her heart, but she’d get over it eventually. She’d find love again with someone else eventually, and her life would be hell of a lot easier without the public shame hanging over her head that’d result courtesy of my mother and the tabloids if I stayed with her.

  I knew if I actually spoke to her about this and told her what my mother had planned, she’d try to convince me to stay with her and say she didn’t care about anything the media or anyone else said. But she had no idea of the damage that could do to her future. I had to end it, and I was going to have to make her hate me in order for that to happen, as much as it fucked me up. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn’t want this.