She should have known from the way he dressed, the way he looked at her and his confident, cocky attitude that he was playboy. But she hadn’t suspected that. She had been so entranced by his magnetism. Yet now she had to accept the reality that a lot of women were after him. Instead of letting this get her down, she smiled and decided to look at the situation from a different angle. Okay, so it seemed like plenty of women were willing to throw their panties at her soon to be stepbrother. And why not? He was fucking hot! And rich! Cathleen’s panties grew damp as she contemplated stripping off Gareth’s shirt and running her hands all over his chest. She could only imagine it as being extremely powerful and well sculpted.
But this was wrong. So wrong! They would be family in just a couple of months. This was certainly not what her mother wanted when she asked Cathleen to meet with her stepbrother.
It was just her luck. She’d finally met a man, a sexy, wealthy man who was nothing like the boys who pursued her in school. They were all so frail, emotionally insecure, and sexually inexperienced. They were never able to deliver what she needed and wanted. She wanted someone who could turn her on, excite her, and also make her feel loved, protected and adored.
She had never felt that before. Never ever until now.
Cathleen knew that these feelings weren’t right. She knew that the responsible thing to do was to forget that she had ever felt a connection to him. Now that she knew the truth there was no way she would be able to go forward with the relationship. But what was she even talking about? What relationship could they possibly have at this point? They had only spent a few hours together. But despite how rational she was trying to be those thoughts and taboo desires were making her entire body tingle with pleasure.
The sound of her phone beeping startled her. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had felt so on edge. She couldn’t remember the last time that a man had made her feel like this.
She looked at her phone. It was Gareth. He asked if she wanted to meet up in the East Village for some food and drinks. Cathleen couldn’t help smiling as she remembered his smoldering green eyes. He definitely had the most intense gaze that she had ever encountered.
Before responding to the text, she bounced around the apartment for a few minutes. She was like a little girl about to go on a date with a long held crush. But Gareth was no crush. He was her soon to be stepbrother.
She plopped down on her bed and sighed. His image flashed into her mind again. She let her fingers drift down in between her thighs. She could feel the wetness in her panties. She closed her eyes and moaned. She had a burning need to masturbate. She was already so wet! The blinds were open and people in buildings on the opposite side of the street might be able to see her. It was midday after all. But she didn’t care. She slipped one finger into her dripping pussy and moved it in and out. Then she flicked her clit head. It was engorged and very sensitive.
She moaned and called out Gareth's name. She imagined his hard body on top of her. She imagined him stripping off his jeans and sliding his boxers down his legs.
That was all that she could handle. Her entire body began to quiver as she felt the orgasm approaching. She thrashed around on the bed for a few minutes. She had completely lost control of her body. She lay on the bed sweating and panting for several minutes. When she had finally come back to the present, there was big satisfied grin on her face. That fantasy felt so good, so naughty. She just hoped that she would be able to limit herself to that. If only he wasn't so damn sexy!
Chapter 3
“You look hot,” Gareth said as he helped Cathleen out of the taxi.
“Thank you,” Cathleen said lowering her head and blushing. Her face had turned completely red. She wanted to compliment Gareth on how handsome he looked. And she especially wanted to say something complimentary about his smell—so masculine and alluring. But she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Once again she felt like that little schoolgirl going out with her crush for the first time.
The East Village streets were alive with that special Friday night NYC energy. There was nothing like it in the world.
“I’m surprised that you hang out down here,” Cathleen said. “Seems a bit too artsy fartsy for you.”
Gareth smiled and shook his head. “There you go underestimating me. You must think I'm some heartless Wall Street guy who only cares about the bottom line.”
Cathleen hesitated a moment before answering. There was a playful glint in Gareth’s eyes. That relieved her. She was glad to know that he didn't take himself so seriously that he couldn’t do a little joking around at his own expense.
“Yep, I had you pegged for the cold heartless type from the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Cathleen could see Gareth staring at her. A sly smile passed over her lips.
“Are you serious?” He asked.
She turned towards him but didn't say anything. Instead she stared at him with an enigmatic expression. He didn’t know what to make of that. And that’s just the way Cathleen liked it. She felt like she finally had him a bit off balance.
“Maybe,” she answered flirtatiously.
“Well, I was certainly impressed when I found out that you started your own business before graduating. I had you pegged as the submissive type who wanted a man to take care of her.”
“What?” Cathleen said, stopping in her tracks. For the second time of the evening her face flushed bright red. But this time it was out of anger.
“Hahahah, calm down,” Gareth said. “You’ve got a really mean look on your face.”
“Is that really what you thought of me?” Cathleen asked.
If he said yes, she would flag down a cab and head back to her apartment. If that was the kind of girl that he thought he was getting, it would be best to just end things right now.
A big smile broke out on Gareth’s face.
“I see that someone can’t take it as well as they can dish it out,” he said. Cathleen stood in the middle of the sidewalk staring at him with hands on her hips. It was going to be difficult for her to remain mad at him for long. That chiseled jaw line and those piercing green eyes were too much for her. And besides he was right. She needed to lighten up a bit and learn how to take a joke.
“So you going to keep staring at me or you want to grab something to eat?”
She shook her head and took a few steps closer to him. His scent flooded her nostrils. She reached out and put her hands on his chest. His pecs were rock hard. Her body tingled with pleasure and anticipation. Without thinking about what she was doing, she squeezed his hard muscles. Within seconds her panties had dampened.
They were standing in the middle of a busy East Village sidewalk on a Friday night. Pedestrians streamed by them on both sides. That only brought their bodies that much closer together. As she pushed her hips into him, she felt a hard bulge in his jeans. So hard! And big! She had the urge to reach for it right then and there.
Gareth wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” he said.
Those words delighted Cathleen. She looked up into his face. He brushed a tangle of hair out of her eyes. For several moments they stood there smiling into each other’s eyes, silently. There was no need for words. Their love showed in their passionate gaze. Even jaded New Yorkers couldn’t help noticing and appreciating the love that was clearly growing between them.
It wasn’t long before they were sitting in the living room of Cathleen’s apartment.
“I think that the best thing would be to stop right now. Before things go any further,” Cathleen said.
“We’ve already ready gone pretty far already. Are you talking about spanking and kinky stuff like that?”
Gareth smiled mischievously. But Cathleen was doing her best to remain serious. Why did he always have to play around, even when they needed to talk about something important?
“I’m serious,” Cathleen s
aid. “In a couple months we will officially be stepsiblings. There’s no way that we can continue to carry on this relationship.”
“Is that right?” Gareth said with a smirk. He was not buying all of Cathleen’s arguments. He was the kind of guy who was used to getting what he wanted.
“I don’t give damn about any taboo,” he said.
“Well I do,” Cathleen said sharply before turning her back to him.
Gareth seemed surprised by that sudden burst of anger. But he was certainly not deterred. He knew that in situations like this it was important to stay playful, not to take the seduction or the woman’s resistance too seriously.
“I don’t think I believe you,” Gareth said. He brushed his lips against her ear. Cathleen trembled with pleasure. She cursed herself for not being able to resist him. He planted two soft, wet kisses on her neck. She couldn’t help smiling. Her whole body grew warm with desire.
“That’s more like it,” Gareth whispered into her ear.
Then he spun her around and planted his lips on hers. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. Within seconds Gareth was picking her off her feet and carrying her into the bedroom. She felt like a little girl in his powerful arms. She couldn’t remember the last time that a man had made her feel so feminine and protected. This was something she had wanted for a very long time.
He pushed her down on the bed and slid her panties down her legs. Cathleen couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside of her. Her pussy was dripping wet. She was experiencing a desire more intense than anything she had ever known.
He slid her damp panties down her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs. Each kiss made her moan with pleasure. She wasn’t going to able to handle much more foreplay. More than anything she wanted to feel his hard, thick cock filling her up. She could tell by looking at his pulsating member that he would have no problem touching all of her walls. That’s exactly what she wanted. It’s exactly what she needed. She had waited so long for such a masculine man to sweep her off her feet.
She reached out and grabbed his cock. It felt so hard in her hands. She stroked it up and down. It was the most beautiful cock that she had ever seen. It was absolutely perfect!
“I want you inside of me,” she said in a breathy voice.
Gareth smiled. “Do you get wet during the day when you think about me?” He asked.
“Yes,” Cathleen said as she tugged harder and harder on his cock.
Then she sat up and pressed the large cock against her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head and then licked up and down the thick shaft. Pleasuring a man had never given her such satisfaction. With some of her other lovers, she had worried that they would take her for a whore or value her less if she gave them a great blowjob. Maybe they’ll think I’m a slut, she sometimes worried. But with Gareth none of those doubts or insecurities troubled her. She felt completely safe and comfortable with him.
She licked up and down his cock and rubbed her hands all over his rock hard abs. Everything about this man was wiry and strong and masculine.
“I want you inside of me,” she said popping the head in and out of her mouth.
“Your lips feel so good,” he replied.
“Wait until you feel my other lips. They’re so hungry for you.”
They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. Dirty talk was usually a no no for Cathleen. But once again, Gareth made her feel like she could let her guard down and just be her nasty, uninhibited self. It was such a liberating feeling. It was something that she could definitely get used to.
Chapter 4
“How did things go with your stepbrother?” Cathleen’s mother asked.
Cathleen had barely sat down at the cafe table and her mother had already hit her with the question that she had been dreading. She knew that her face had flushed red. So instead of making eye contact, she buried her head behind the bistro menu. But her mother was not going for that. Cathleen knew that she would have little success trying to hide her emotions from the woman who had raised her. And besides, her mother had a sixth sense for relationship trouble. She could detect it in almost anybody.
“Don’t hold that menu in front of your face,” her mother said.
Cathleen hesitated a moment before lowering the menu and staring sheepishly across the table. Her whole body felt hot but not in a good way. She was afraid that she might have a panic attack. She took a sip from the cold glass of water on the table.
“Did anything bad happen between you two?” Her mother asked. “He wasn’t a jerk, was he? Because if he was, I’ll make sure his father gives him a stern talking to.”
“Mom, he’s a grown man. And he doesn’t mooch off his father anyway.”
Cathleen wasn’t sure where that sudden urge to defend Gareth had come from. She hadn’t planned on revealing her feelings for him. But there it was. Under her mother’s gaze, she couldn’t keep her cool, not even for one minute.
Her mother stared at her sharply. “So I see that you two spent some time together. And apparently you were quite impressed by what you heard. And saw.”
“He’s a very impressive man. And he’s handsome and rich. What’s not to like?”
A sly smile passed over Cathleen’s lips as she finished speaking. Her mother frowned and narrowed her eyes. She could have pierced hole in her daughter’s skull with that look alone.
“What is it mother? I hope you don’t plan on staring at me the entire meal.”
Her mother looked around the half empty cafe and leaned across the table to whisper something.
“Did anything happen between you two? Sexually, I mean.”
“What? That’s gross,” Cathleen said quickly. “I would never do anything like that.”
But the answer wasn’t very convincing. Her mother continued to eye her suspiciously.
“I’m being serious, Cathleen. If you guys did anything I will—”
“We slept together and I loved it. I loved every minute of it,” Cathleen blurted out. Several diners in the café turned to look at them. Cathleen relished the attention with a big triumphant smile on her face.
All of the color drained from her mother’s face. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. As she fell off her chair she reached and grabbed the table cloth pulling everything to the floor with her. Cathleen shrieked. People screamed for help as the shocked woman fell to the floor, bringing plates, knives, forks, spoons, cups, water and coffee down on top of her. Cathleen rushed to her mother’s side and held her head in her hands. She couldn't believe what she had done. An ambulance was called. Within ten minutes Cathleen's mother had regained consciousness. When she opened her eyes and saw her daughter right in front of her, she nearly fainted again. She had a horrified expression on her face.
Cathleen left her mother with the EMT workers and she called Gareth. She needed, desperately needed, to tell him what had happened. Soon enough the word would get back to his father. She didn't want him to be caught off guard. But more than anything else she didn’t want him to be mad at her. She hoped with all her heart that he wouldn’t be.
“You did what?” Gareth yelled through the phone. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Cathleen didn't know how to respond. This was the first time that he had ever raised his voice or been angry with her.
“I’m really sorry,” she pleaded. “But she just kept asking me question after question.
“Just get over to my apartment. Now. Right fucking now.”
“But—”
The phone hung up. Cathleen could feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. What had she done? Would the man that she was falling for ever forgive her? Or would he want to call off the relationship.
Once she made sure that her mother was okay and escorted her to a cab, Cathleen took a taxi to Gareth’s apartment. She wasn’t looking forward to seeing him. Actually, she was completely terrified about seeing him. This would be the moment of truth in their relationship
Gareth seethed
as he paced around his apartment. So many conflicting emotions bubbled inside of him. He was definitely pissed that Cathleen had revealed their relationship to her mother without them discussing it first. He was really pissed about that and he would be sure to let her know the minute she stepped in his apartment. She was definitely in need of a harsh talking to.
Despite his anger, he also felt a strange sense of relief that the secret was out in the open. There was no way to take it back. There was no way to deny it. And he didn’t want to.
He knew that the feelings he was developing for his future stepsister went well beyond some kind of passing lust. She wasn't just some attractive girl that he only wanted to see after midnight on the weekends. No. It wasn’t anything like that. And because of that he knew that he wouldn't be able to easily get her out of his mind, even after the wedding when things became official.
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