I stood by my door tortured every time I heard them laugh and joke. Every laugh every giggle stung me like a dagger in my heart. I spent the entire time sitting by the door thinking of all the ways I could kill her. The constant clanging of glasses, the murmur of the voices from Chef, Step, and this mystery woman. I wanted to punch her in the face. As the time went on, it became more and more apparent that he was not going to come upstairs to say goodnight. I must have fallen asleep in my housecoat because I was woken up by Step and that obnoxious bitch stumbling up the stairs. They tried to be quiet as Step kept on Sushing her, but it was to no avail, I was awake.
I laid on my bed in the dark pouting at my misfortune, as they walked into his room and closed the door. I could not help but wonder what it would be like to be with him. I was not mad at him, I was mad at that harlot, that had tricked him into sleeping with her. I knew all she wanted was his money. She did not know him like I did. I loved him!
I was so mad I got up and I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I began out of my room and walked down the long wooden hallway to Steps room. As I got closer to his room, I could hear the sounds of moaning from behind the door. My expression immediately changed to shock. Then reality had set in, I was his stepdaughter, he is entitled to happiness. Maybe this is what he wants, who am I to intrude.
I stayed long enough to hear the sounds of Step moaning, as the harlot continued to do whatever it was that she was doing. The prospect of seeing Step in all his glory began to turn me on. I wish I could see what was going on in there. Walking closer to the door, I pressed my body against it. Maybe I can just open the door a little bit and sneak a peek.
I opened the door as quietly as I could and stuck in my head, I could not see anything, but I heard Step really enjoying himself. He moaned with the pleasure of a man that was being completely satisfied. I crept in a little further until I was totally in the room. My heart pounded with fear and excitement as the fire began to build up in my core. I could only see shadows as the lights were left on but still dim.
I felt very jealous, but I was also quite turned on. I took a few more steps into the room and could see the head of the Harlot bobbing up and down, I knew what she was doing! That was my cock to suck! The floor creaked loudly as I took my next step and I receded back into the darkness.
“What was that?” She said
“It’s nothing, this house is old it has all kinds of creaks.”
There was silence for a brief moment then you could hear her continue on her task. If it would have been anyone else, I am sure they would have said to themselves that is enough and gracefully backed out of the room, but I could not. I needed to see, something pushed me further and further into that room. I walked around the noise on the floor to return to the position that I could see her naked back and head bobbing up and down.
Her hair was blonde and straight, she was definitely and attractive woman, her tanned toned body, flexed every time she bobbed down for his cock. Step moaned again as she continued her pursuit of his orgasm. I wavered between anger and arousal, it was an experience that made me as aroused as I had ever been in the past. The fear and excitement mixed in with it being Step was driving me crazy, but I needed to see more.
I needed to see Step’s naked. I couldn’t deny what I wanted and I was not going to hold myself back any longer. I was hoping that crouching low to the floor would somehow make me harder to see and allow me to poke my head into the room further. I took a deep breath and then held it as I slowly pushed my head around the corner. The Harlot had her back to me and was still on her knees sucking his cock with all of her might. She would not be able to see me unless she moved, so from that perspective I was safe. She sucked his cock masterfully, this looked like and experienced woman. Then I saw him, Step staring down at her, not noticing me at all. He was completely naked and magnificent. His chiseled abs had a light coating of sweat on them, making them glisten in the dimmed light. He had both of his hands braced on the edge of his bed and his mouth hanging open. His cock was big, larger than I would have ever thought. Wetness began to form on my pussy and the adrenaline coursed through my veins.
I reached down and opened my house coat, exposing my already juicy pussy. Ir and my hand slowly but deliberately over my pussy. I imagined that I was the one sucking Step’s cock as I continued to rub my pussy. MMMMM I loved it. Yes Step, I was saying in my head, let me suck your big cock. Soon enough I became lost in my own vivid imagination.
Just then Step looked up. OH MY GOD! I froze in place with my hand on my pussy and my mouth gaping open. He looked shocked, but didn’t say anything, just looked back down. Maybe he didn’t see me, maybe that was a face of ecstasy. As he went back to doing what he was doing, he began moving with a renewed vigor. He grabbed the back of her head and began ramming his cock in her mouth. She gagged as he fucked, her face, but he didn’t stop. Not realizing I had already started rubbing my pussy again. Maybe he didn’t see me, maybe he didn’t just look right at me. There is no way he would have let this go on if that were the case, would he?
Step looked up again and looked at me right in the eyes, I was sure of it this time. He didn’t stop looking at me, he just continued to ram himself into her.
I continued to rub my pussy watching the show and then it happened. All at once it happened. The most embarrassing moment of my life. The Harlot became distracted with where he was looking and turned around to see.
“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?” She yelled.
Step then seemed to awake from his trance and began to scream,
“Debbie! What are you doing?!”
I was frozen, I could not speak, not move. I just stood there, with my hand on my pussy, legs splayed open, saying nothing!
“DEBBIE!” Step yelled again.
I quickly let go of my pussy and ran out of the room. This was all very confusing, I was sure he saw me and didn’t mind me being there. Or did I just imagine it in hopes that it was true? Either way this made things very complicated. I was so embarrassed, how could I ever face him again, this was too far. My fantasies had gotten the better of me and I got caught. Step would probably now kick me out of the house or something. Or worse just never look at me the same way again! My life was ruined all in one indiscreet moment.
I was so upset I locked my door and hid in my room crying in my pillow. I could hear on the other side of the door the Harlot was very angry and just trying to get out of the house. Step was apologizing profusely, but the Harlot would have nothing of it. You could hear the rapid stomping of her feet as she stormed out the door. Now I was nervous, what would Step say and or do to me? I breathed heavy and decided at that point that I needed to straighten up and fly right from now on, this was wrong, so very wrong. A moment later, I heard someone knock on the door.
“It’s Step are you in there?”
I walked over to the door, knowing I would have to open it, I was scared about what was about to happen. Turning the handle I could hear Step breathing heavily on the other side of the door. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I was sure not to like it.
Billionaire Step Brother
This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely coincidental. Any names, characters, places, businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.
Copyright 2015
This is a story of a young woman, trying to make her way in the big bad city. She is an honorable woman who was the victim of some unfortunate circumstances. When she was an infant, her mother who was in her own right, a child had given her up for adoption. She was the product of a prom night pregnancy when her mother was Seventeen. Our young woman who she names Jade, was then on the long road of adoption. Sadly however, for whatever reason she was not chosen by any families. She spent her childhood years going from foster homes to foster homes and then as the story we have heard so many times, spent her teenage years getting into trouble, running away, drinking, doing dr
ugs.
On her Eighteenth birthday, she flashed the finger to the foster home she was at and made way for the road, to make it on her own. Though she was just a kid at the time, she took it upon herself to show the world, that she was able to care for herself. Show the world that she was not just a screw up and she could make it on her own, on her own.
Jade got a job at the local grocery store and began building her life, she was able to pay her bills, had a place to live in and eventually found a boyfriend. After some time they moved in together and started a budding romance. They were inseparable, they did everything together. Jade even got him a job at the Grocery store, where after 1 short year she was able to get the position as head cashier. They were young and in love, what could be better than that.
However as we all know the problem with young love is just that, it is young love, it never lasts. A couple of months later, Jade’s boyfriend found the affections of another lady and Jade came home to a “Dear Jade” letter. Not only did he take her heart, but he took everything of value in the apartment.
That is where our tale begins, a broken hearted woman, living in a big city, alone.
“FUCK!!!! How could I be so stupid?” She yelled to herself. “I know better than this. I knew I should never trust anyone!”
Jade was always a woman that took care of herself and never relied on anyone for anything. She was now at the stage in her life where she needed some clarity, some direction, some answers. Jade was smart enough to save a little bit of money for such an eventuality, so she would be OK for a little while, but this was about more than money. She now needed to know where she came from, who she came from and why she was given up. Jade wanted to know her mother.
Jade continued to curse to herself and then took a moment to take stock of what was left in her apartment. Her most important asset was where she looked first. It was a picture of her as an infant, in the Hospital, with what she only knew to be her mother.
Many people get to this point, some earlier than others, and this was Jade’s time. She had heard about people calling child and family services to get some answers, so she felt that, was a good place to start.
Jade rang the number.
“Child and family services, how can I help you?”
“Ah yes, I am not sure quire how to approach this, but I am an adopted child and I want to find my mother. How do I go about doing that?”
“Well dear, what you have to do is come down here and fill out a request of identity form. Bring 2 pieces of ID and we will see if the mother, wants you to know, who she is.”
“What do you mean, know who she is?”
“Well dear, some mothers do not wish for any further contact, so they request that they not be contacted.”
“So there is a chance, I will never find my mother?”
“If there is a do not contact order on there, we can contact her on your behalf and see if she has changed her mind. Don’t worry, we will do everything in our power to reunite the two of you.”
“Um. OK.”
Jade hung up the phone feeling a little more confused. She had never thought of the notion that she could be rejected again by her mother and was unsure she wanted to go ahead with this process. But Jade was at a point in her life, where she really needed some answers, and now was the time to find them. She resolved that the next day she would go down to the office and fill out the necessary paperwork.
The next day Jade woke up and made her way to the Child and Family Services Offices. When she arrived, she was greeted at the help desk by who she assumes was the woman that helped her on the phone. She looked more or less like a Librarian, with the long chain around her cat eye glasses and this is where we begin our tale.
“Hi dear, how can I help you?”
“Yes I was told I could come here and find out if I can contact my birth mother, how do I go about doing that?”
“Well dear, you need to fill out this form and submit it back to me, once we receive it, we will begin the process.”
“And if she doesn’t want to talk to me?”
“Well dear, you have made it this far, let’s assume she does and deal with the rest later.”
This was indeed a kind lady, she was very reassuring. I peppered her with several questions after she explained the whole process and she answered them without batting an eyelash. She continued her assistance by helping me fill out all the forms.
“Ok I think we are all done here dear. Now I will submit these forms, things usually happen quickly from this point. If we are able to contact her, you will get the information tomorrow, if not it may take a few days longer. But sit tight, we will take care of you.”
“Thank you so much for your help.”
When I left I felt anxious and relieved, I would at least be able to put an end to this chapter of my life, whichever way this would go. I went home quite sad and lonely and thought terrible thoughts of my awful boyfriend. I wondered why I could not just meet the man of my dreams, why I fell for the same guy over and over again. It was definitely a pattern, and I always just assumed that someone would take me away from all this. Someone would come to me who was tall, rich and handsome, whisk me away and make all of my problems disappear. I was sad because I started to believe less and less that it would happen, especially with the state I was in.
I cried myself to sleep that night, with my thoughts wandering back and forth about being rejected by my boyfriend and possibly rejected by my birth mother. It took me a great deal of time to fall asleep but eventually I did.
I dreamt that night, some of the most sexual dreams I had in a long time. I dreamt of my prince charming, coming to take me away in his limousine, driving me up to his palace where we would spend the evening. The fantasy continues as I was greeted in his enormous circular driveway by the butler who helped me out of the car. He took me into the enormous dining hall, which had huge vaulted ceilings and a long dining room table which you would only see in movies. I sat at the end of the table, while my prince charming sat right beside me. We drank and joked and laughed all night long. When we were finished eating he threw me up on the table and began hungrily kissing me. He fondled my breasts with both of his hands making me moan at his touch. I was putty in his hands.
He flipped me over and threw my skirt up and almost simultaneously pulled my panties down. He began licking and eating my pussy until I came. Then he undid his fly and pushed himself deep inside my pussy, fucking me harder and harder. The food, the plates, the forks, and knives shook as he fucked me. He fucked me fast and faster until with one final thrust he shot his load deep inside my pussy.
I woke up with a start and noticed that my sheets were totally drenched, the thought of that fantasy was so hot I came in my sleep. Looking over to the clock I noticed it was only 2 am, so after an annoying late night sheet change, I got into my bed and tried to fall back asleep. The rest of my night was not so comforting, I wavered back and forth with the thoughts of wondering who my mother was and why was my boyfriend such an asshole. Why can’t I be in a better place in life. The whole night was very unsettling.
I woke back up for the hundredth time at 7 am, and just decided to stay awake. It was not a work day for me, I had the day off. Those days were rare and far between, for a couple of reasons, most of all though because I always needed the money. It was also a stretch at the end of the month to pay my bills, but somehow I always made it happen. But now with the deadbeat boyfriend gone I was not sure how I was going to make it. I was most likely going to have to find another place. There was just too much going on in my life, I felt alone, overwhelmed and scared. It was a feeling that was all to present in my life and a feeling I was hoping to eliminate.
I tooled around the apartment a bit, making myself busy with watching TV and looking for a new apartment. At exactly 9 am my phone rang. It shocked me more than anything else, because no one would call me at that hour. I picked up the phone and answered it questioningly,
“Um. Hello?”
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nbsp; “Good morning is that Ms. Solonge?”
“Yes this is Jade.”
“Hi Jade, it is Margret calling from Child Family Services.”
My heart began to pound, I was not sure what to do with myself. It felt like my heart was in my throat. What is this call for? What is she going to tell me? Did she find my mother? Whatever she was going to tell me, she was not telling me fast enough. I tried to be calm as I responded to her.
“Hi Margret, how are you?”
“Fine, listen I know you have a lot of questions so I figure I will tell you the good news. Your mother did have a non-contact order on her adoption papers.”
What?! That is supposed to be the good news? How is that good news? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? I am going to yell and I am going to yell now. Before I could get the words out Margret broke in.
“Why that is good news Jade, is because we called her and got a hold of her on the first contact. She told us not only was it OK for you to contact her, she gave us her cell number and it is here if you want it.”
Well, this all happened way faster than it was supposed to. I was not sure I was ready for all this, what was I going to do? Just call her up and strike up a conversation? I did not even know this woman, nor did she know me. Why would she want to speak to me?
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