Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

   
        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 drugs.

        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?”

“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?

Margret began to speak
again,

“Listen Jade, I know this
is a lot to take in, but she is a very nice woman who had to make some
challenging decisions as a young woman, decisions she expressed to me that she
regrets.  Now she wants to know you, she had been waiting for you to turn up
and now you have.  I tell you what, I am going to give you the number so you
have it, and if you want to, call it, if not don’t.”

I agreed to take the
number from Margret.  I thanked her and then hung up the phone.  The rest of my
day was spent in quiet contemplation of my next steps.  I was unsure what to
do, should I, shouldn’t I?  Why?  All of these questions circling around my
head.   By about 4pm that day I had made my decision.  I was going to call
her. 

Our phone conversation
ended up lasting into the dark hours of the night, she told me about her life
and what had happened and how I was a teenage pregnancy.  She had no family nor
friends who would help, so she had to make the hardest decision of her life and
give me up for adoption.  She told me that every day, she thought of me and
every day she cried thinking of me. 

She now lives a couple of
states over and wanted me to come and see her family.  She was married with 1
son and living in some Floridian paradise. 

By the end of the call we
had resolved that I would go out in the spring to meet her and she would pay.  
Normally I would never think of taking such an offer, but she would not stop
until I said yes. 

As the time got closer to
me going out there, things became more difficult for me.  As the months wore on,
my money wore out.  The week before I was supposed to go I received my eviction
notice.  I was forced to move everything into a storage locker, or else they
would have thrown it on the street.  I spent the last couple of nights living
in the storage locker keeping myself warm by wearing tons of clothes and
wrapping myself in massive amounts of blankets.  I did however still have my
plane ticket.