Romance: First Time and Pregnant With The Navy Seal (Stepbrother, Military, Romance) (3 page)

              His eyes opened once more and his heart beat at a quickened pace, taking quick stock of his surroundings he was relieved to find he was safe in Andrea's vast home. He took leave once he got back from the Havashaw Valley and was only back a short time before his night terrors started kicking in and Andrea decided to take him in.

              The Havashaw Valley mission would be his last and he could live a comfortable life now with Andrea he would never be able to shake the images, the experiences, and the nightmares that would continue to haunt him all this time later.

              The only thing that calmed him, that grounded him was Andrea, that's why he was so eager to agree to live with her when she was kind enough to offer. It was never easy being alone in his house and he had hoped being around someone caring and loving would help. As he was laying there in bed he reached for her but was disappointed that she was not by his side.

              He looked around quickly before realizing that she was in the shower, he decided it would be a good idea to join her and made his way for the bathroom.

Rob slowly got out of bed and walked over to the curtains before flinging them open, the sun beat down and beamed through his giant windows illuminating the entire room. He stretched his arms high above his head before letting out a yawn and making his way towards Andrea.

              The wood floors beneath his feet were slightly cold as he made his way across his spacious room and into the bathroom. Steam filled the air as he opened the door and walked in, as always he was mesmerized at the sheer beauty of Andrea. He took a moment to look at her before removing his clothes and entering in behind her. As he stepped in to the shower she turned around and greeted him with a warm smile.

              They were standing face to face as the water flowed down on to them. Andrea tilted her head back and brought her mouth to his as she held the back of his head with one hand. Her long delicate nails traced and massaged his shaved head, tickling her fingers and his scalp as she rubbed what little hair that was left behind. They continued to kiss passionately under the water as she moved her manicured hands to his face and rubbed the two day stubble that covered it. With her hands on his face she brought him in closer and kissed him deeply.

              Andrea moved her hands down to his sculpted chest and her right hand found one of the scars he had brought back with him from the Havashaw Valley. She gently rubbed his shoulder where the scar remained from that fateful night and then she brought her plump lips to the wound and gently kissed it.

              Rob stood before her and his cock began to rise as she explored his body. Her pretty painted nails continued down his body and her hand found yet another wound and she gently traced this one with her dainty fingers as well. A large circular scar stained his bicep and Andrea compassionately massaged it before moving her hand further south and grabbing him by his firm ass as he grunted before moving in again to kiss her soft lips.

              Her left hand began to explore his body as well, she slowly brought it down his hairy, toned, masculine chest before finding his sculpted and defined abs. The warm water continued to drench them beneath the showers jets and she moved her left hand a little further down and found his third and final scar.

              The wound he recieved in his hip, this scar was different than the others as it was oval in shape due to the ricocheting nature of the bullet that landed there. She grabbed him by his hip and placed her thumb delicately over the scar and rubbed in in a circular motion.

              She looked up in to his eyes and they kissed passionately once more. Their tongues collided and he sucked playfully on her luscious bottom lip, Andrea moaned in response to his expert technique. They stood there being completely engulfed and drenched by the water as he brought his hands up and gently massaged her big, beautiful breasts. He slowly brought them to his mouth as he sucked on them and drank the water that flowed off of her delicate and sensitive nipples. He couldn't wait to enjoy her body and all of it's womanhood once more.

              He reached out to grab her as he was eager to devour and enjoy her body once more but she hesitantly pushed him away before speaking. "Rob, I have to tell you something, it's important." Rob nodded his head as he stared back at her She stumbled around her words and figuring out how exactly to say it before she finally just blurted it out in frustration, "I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed loudly and it echoed through the bathroom.

              She looked down somberly before looking up in to her step brother's face. Rob had a huge smile come across his face and he picked her nude body up in the shower and yelled loudly in excitement. Andrea was overjoyed and incredibly relieved that he was so happy, she had hoped to keep the baby and wanted his support.  The two stood there under the water and embraced each other tightly, Andrea began to cry joyfully as she couldn't control her emotions and how utterly elated she was.

              Not only to be pregnant, but to be having a child with the man she loved. It didn't matter to either of them that they were step siblings and it made her conceiving on her first time seem like some sort of divine approval or cosmic thumbs up, making everything seem that much more important and special. It appeared as though the two of them had just begun the rest of their lives together, and they couldn't be happier, coincidentally Rob never had another night terror again.

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Stepbrother Irresistable

"Let's go swimming," Stone said to Victoria, as he downed another shot of tequila.

Victoria laughed. It had been a long night of drinking and smoking various strands of pot with a lot of their old friends from high school in celebration of Stone’s newest app release. The last one had officially made him a billionaire, and they’d all had a big party the night before the release. The thinking was, another pre-release party would have the same effect on his new project.

But they had all overdone it. Just about everyone had to be taken home in cabs, except for Stone, who was staying at her place while he was in town on business for a few days. It was hard keeping up with Stone. She wasn’t used to partying quite so hard.

“I’m way too drunk to be swimming,” she said.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he said.

“I think the pool is closed.”

“Who cares? I could buy this whole friggin complex,” he grinned and looked around her apartment. She had nice things, his little step-sister. A big new TV, expensive lamps, framed art on the walls. And the leather couch they sat on was quite supple. “You got a nice place,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said, glancing around. “It’s not too bad.”

“Glad to see you’re putting my money to good use.”

She gave him a shocked face and smacked him with a pillow. “Your money,” she said. “You gave it to
me
. That means it’s
my
money now.”

“I guess you have a point,” he said. “Still. You have nice taste. You always did.”

“Why, thank you,” she said. She sat back beside him and popped the top on a Red Bull.

Their tradition, dating back to when they’d first started drinking as teens, was to stay up the whole night and see the sun rise before going to bed. It was something she had long since grown out of, but being with her stepbrother made her want to resurrect it.

“I didn’t buy all this stuff,” she said. “Ivan bought a lot of it when I moved out of Mom and Dad’s.”

Her stepbrother winced at the name. “Why the fuck are you still dating that goon?” He asked.

“He’s not a goon,” she said. “We’re talking about getting married.”

“Oh, God. Stop. I’m gonna have to crack open another bottle of tequila to deal with this conversation.”

“What’s the big deal?” She asked.

“The big deal? He’s a fucking criminal,” Stone said. “He’s a scumbag.”

“Aw, that was before, baby. Since he got out of jail, he’s been reformed. He’s got a real job and everything.”

“Yeah? Where? Asshole R Us?”

“Funny,” Victoria said, sipping her energy drink. “He works for his uncle. In an auto repair shop.”

“I’m sure he does. You know he cut off a guy’s ear, right? Beat another guy until he was brain damaged? And that’s just the shit that we know about.”

“He was a different person then,” she said. “People can change, Stone. Hell, look at you.”

“Um, Vic, I was a guy who sat around high playing video games. Then I got rich as fuck and travelled the world helping bring water and Internet to shitty areas of the world. Ivan used to send people to murder his competitors, and now he “works for his uncle”. Whatever that means.”

Victoria’s tanned face turned red. “You know, people say things, but if they can’t prove them, what does it matter?”

“Holy shit,” Stone said. “What is it about this guy that you’re attracted to? Is it his weird fuckin Russian accent? Is he hung like a horse? What is it?”

Victoria laughed so hard her drink spewed out of her nose.

“Aw, fuck, that’s it, isn’t it?” Stone said. “He’s got a gigantic cock, and you can’t go back to a normal dick now.”

“That’s not it at all,” she said.

“Well then, what?”

“I…” she shrugged. “I guess I see a different side of him. He treats me nice. I mean, he’s overprotective and a little crazy, sure, but any guy would be when he’s got all this to worry about,” she said, grabbing her breasts.

“You just think you’re all that, don’t you?” Stone asked.

“Baby, let’s face it,” she said quietly. “We both know I’m all that.”

Stone sipped his drink, remembering what it had been like to taste her lips for the first time. Fourteen years old, they had been, virgins, just exploring. How her soft ass had felt under his hand, the taste of her mouth on his. He remembered her spreading her legs, showing him her sweet pussy for the first time. He had gazed at it for a few minutes, just entranced by its beauty before nuzzling up to her delectable little slit…

Fuck, he thought. He had to move away from her a little and cover his crotch with his arm to hide how hard his cock had become.

She had been his first, and he hers. And out of all the pussy that had been thrown at him over the years, she had been the best. But they were past all that now. It was time to move on, let the past be the past…

“You know what? I kind of like the idea of going for a swim now,” Victoria said.

What he wanted to do was go to bed. The last thing he needed was to spend more time around Victoria in this state, when the memories were flying and the booze was flowing. He was an important person, routinely discussed in the media, a guy who ran charities and companies. If even a hint of his past with Victoria ever came to light, he would be crucified in the press. Game over.

He knew all that, but he also knew that he rarely got to see her anymore, and that her skin was glowing and she was still, after all these years, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Go get your swim suit, woman,” he said.

Victoria drained her Red Bull and sauntered off to the back of her apartment. “Be just a minute,” she said.

He watched her finely-tuned body walk down the hallway and he thought of following her back there, of taking her in his arms and trying to recreate the magic they’d once had. He took another sip of tequila and shoved the thought out of his mind. She was the one, she had always been the one, and if he ever had her again, he would never be able to let her go. That couldn’t happen. He’d be the laughing stock of the entire world. Every website, every news organization, every asshole with a blog would be plastering his face on flat screens with the caption: Tech Billionaire In Affair With Stepsister.

For a crazy moment, he thought of just disappearing. Of saying to hell with the company, cashing out, and disappearing with Victoria to some tropical island where no one would know them.

But he couldn’t do that. It was just one of those wild fantasies that run through your head at two in the morning when you’ve been partying for eight hours.

He exhaled bitterly. Well, there would be someone out there for him. Maybe not someone who could understand him the way that Victoria did, who lit up the world like Victoria did, but someone very, very close.

He’d just have to keep looking.

In the meantime, he poured another drink and was just about to sip on it when he heard a ringtone beside him on the couch. He picked Victoria’s phone up and looked at the screen.

It said “Ivan”. There was a picture of the Russian prick. Grinning like a damned jackal, wearing a shit ton of diamonds and fur, like some kind of wannabe rapper but without talent.

The only thing Ivan had ever been good at was hurting people.

Just like he was eventually going to hurt Victoria.

“I hope you get shot in the back of the head tonight,” Stone said to Ivan’s picture. He drunkenly thought
, If this were a movie, I could just pay someone to kill this stupid bastard. But here I am, all this money, and I don’t know one professional killer. Not one! All those people I employ, and I don’t have one assassin on the payroll. I gotta look into that.

He giggled at the thought of having his own personal hitman, like some kind of James Bond villain.

Victoria’s driving me crazy
, he thought, and tossed her phone under the couch, letting Ivan take his Russian ass to voicemail. He might not see Vic for a while, and he didn’t want that dyed-blond asshole ruining the party.

She finally came out of her bedroom with her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a skimpy black thong. He was so used to being surrounded by scantily-clad women that they barely impressed him anymore, but she took his breath away.

“Aren't you going to change?” She asked.

“Fuck that. I'm going like this,” Stone said, looking down at his shorts and t-shirt. “I'm going to skinny dip anyway.”

“No the hell you aren’t,” she said.

“Oh, come on. We used to do it as kids, remember?”

“Yes,” she said, taking the tequila bottle from him and sipping from it. “I remember almost getting caught by Mom and your dad-”

“Do you think they know?” He asked.

Victoria raised her eyebrows and dropped them quickly. “I don’t know,” she said. “I mean, we did a pretty good job of keeping it down-low, but there were times we’d fuck up. I remember when Mom found your underwear in my bedroom.”

“Oh, shit, that was dumb of me.”

“On the list of dumb shit you’ve pulled, that was honestly probably like top ten.”

“What was number one?” He asked.

“Leaving,” she said quietly.

Her words were quiet but they landed like a bomb inside his chest.

“Vic, I had to go to college,” he said.

“All the way across the goddamn
country,
Stone?”

“It was the best place for me. If I hadn’t gone there, maybe I wouldn’t have met Danny.

And maybe I wouldn’t have come up with Zonkers. And then, maybe I wouldn’t be worth over a billion…fucking…dollars. I’m really helping people, you know? Like really poor, poverty-stricken people. I’m making a difference. So wouldn’t you say it was worth it?”

She took a sip of tequila. “I still think Zonkers was the stupidest fucking name for an app ever,” she said. “And I think Danny’s an asshole.”

“He might be, but he’s a marketing genius. Answer the question, Vic.”

She sighed. “That’s not why you wanted to go,” she said. “You could have become a great programmer closer to home. You wanted to get away from me.”

He stood and took the bottle from her. “What do you want me to say?”

“That I’m right. That you didn’t love me anymore, and you wanted to go meet someone else.”

His heart fell right through his stomach and through the floor. “Is that what you thought?” He asked, the pain in his chest matching the pain in her eyes. “Vic…I told you then, and I’ll tell you now: I loved you more than anything. Ever. And I could never, ever want someone half as much as I wanted you. But we were growing up. What were we supposed to do for the rest of our lives? Be single and hide our relationship from everyone, forever?”

“Maybe that wouldn’t have been so bad,” she said, tears welling in her gorgeous doe eyes.

He wanted to die right then and there for ever hurting her. He wanted to fall into a pit a thousand miles deep and be buried over. He wondered how many bottles of champagne he’d popped, celebrating his wealth and success, while she sat alone, hurting.

“I never should have started anything with you,” he said. “If I’d known you were going to get hurt, I never would have-”

“Don’t you dare say that,” she said. “Don’t, Stone.” She wiped at her eyes, clearing them of tears. She took the bottle from his hand and drank from it. She handed it back and said, “Let’s go swimming.”

“I don’t want to go swimming,” he said.

“What do you want to do then?” She asked, grinning a little bit, almost lasciviously, her eyes wide at the thought that he might suggest something utterly wicked.

“I want to fix you,” he said.

She stopped grinning. She closed her eyes and held them tight for a few seconds and he would have bet his entire fortune that it was to hold back the tears.

“You can’t,” she said. “What’s done is done.”

“I’m the reason you started seeing that piece of shit, aren’t I?” He asked, suddenly understanding everything in a moment of perfect clarity. “We broke up, and you started partying, and he’s Mister Bigshot fucking dope dealer so of course that’s who you gravitate to.”