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“Yes, big brother!” I cried for him. “Cum in me. Cum in your little sister!”

 

“Amber,” he snarled, burying his face in my neck. “Oh—fuck!”

 

And then he too was bursting, spilling inside of me, his warm, wet lust spurting deep inside my cunt. I bounced a little for him, begging him for more, wanting to feel my brother fill me up to the very brim and come spilling out over my thighs. I wanted to drip with him.

 

“Please,” I begged him, “don’t stop…”

 

But he couldn’t keep cumming in me forever, and after a few moments of primal bliss, he finally settled, holding me against his body as his chest heaved. I buried my face in his hair, shivering as I thought of what we’d just done and where we might go from here.

 

This was all happening so fast. I’d only just moved out of our parents’ home and into his after years of very little contact between us. Our relationship had been strange already, and now we’d only added another layer of complexity to it with our apparently mutual lust.

 

What would Jacob say when he recovered? Would he hate me? Would he throw me out?

 

I stiffened, worry flooding my veins. But then my stepbrother looked up at me, a heavy sigh passing his lips as he slowly, mischievously grinned.

 

“Wow,” he said. “Just…
wow.

 

Then he kissed me on my lips. It was just as passionate and breathtaking as our first had been. I melted into him, purring as he laid me on the couch and drew me against his half-naked body, allowing me to nestle into the hollow of his throat as he added:

 

“I think I’m going to like having you live with me, sis.”

 

I laughed, hiding my face in his chest as he lovingly stroked my hair. “I think I’m going to like it, too,” I told him. “As long as you keep doing this, that is.”

 

Jacob tilted my chin up, forcing me to look up at him as he smirked. “I don’t think I can stop, even if I wanted to,” he told me, pressing his lips to mine once again.

 

I smiled as I surrendered to his kiss, knowing that once and for all, I had finally found the place I could call home.

 

Forever…

 

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Step Billionaire

(TABOO Forbidden Household Erotic Romance)

21-year-old Kayla Taylor has been a bad girl. She’s rebelling against
her stepfather,
a young billionaire who thinks he can control Kayla’s future by forcing her to take over his company when he’s ready to retire. Kayla has no interest in business, but her passion for illustration isn’t one that can sustain her—not unless she has the funds to do so.

 

But Carter,
the man of the house,
would never go for something like that. Not unless he was getting something really,
really
good out of the deal.

 

So when Kayla learns he wants a baby, she knows it’s time to play her hand. Carter wants to fuck her sweet virgin body
hard
and
without protection,
and knowing the kind of freedom his money can provide her, she’s going to let him.

 

And after feeling what his billion-dollar hands can do, who could blame her?

WARNING:
This story contains a naughty 21-year-old virgin being seduced by her infuriatingly sexy and wealthy stepfather.

 

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STEP BILLIONAIRE

 

“You can’t keep doing this!”

 

Kayla rolled her eyes skyward as she staggered out of the metropolitan police station and toward her stepfather’s long black BMW. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—in that strange twilight hour where the midnight blue turned almost green with the coming of the sun. Usually, Kayla would still be at some exclusive club flashing her black card and ordering the most expensive drinks on the menu, but tonight, things had gone a little more south than she’d intended them to.

 

Specifically, she’d beat the shit out of some bitch talking shit across the VIP section. She’d smashed her champagne flute right over her head, and even worse, she hadn’t stopped once she saw the blood.

 

Tired of those fuckin’ skanks,
she thought, grabbing the wall to catch herself as she wobbled on her too-high heels.
I needed to send a message…

 

But perhaps that message needn’t have been written in the girl’s blood. Unlike all the other times Kayla had gotten into altercations at various public venues, the staff just couldn’t ignore this one, which had required an ambulance to ensure the girl she’d busted up didn’t have a concussion. That meant the police had shown up, too, and not long afterward, Kayla had found herself in the back of a cruiser and on her way to jail.

 

Again.

 

Thankfully, the officers had merely stowed her in the drunk tank, as usual, and called her stepfather, Carter Farthing. That name carried a lot of weight at the metro PD, and pretty much anywhere else Carter went, which also meant that Kayla rarely dealt with any punishment more severe than court mandated therapy sessions and a scolding from both her parents.

 

She doubted she’d hear from her mother this time. She was off jetting around the world again, leaving Kayla in Carter’s care. That wasn’t terribly unusual, but at twenty-one years old, it was beginning to get a little old.

 

She had wanted to move out of her stepfather’s estate the day she’d turned eighteen, but that wasn’t something Carter would allow. He treated her like some precious commodity, like another one of his fancy cars or expensive tech toys. He wanted her around to show off. It was part of his image, his status as a billionaire. He was a “family man,” even if Kayla wasn’t
technically
“his” family.

 

And without her stepfather’s money, it wasn’t as if she could just pack up and leave. Until she finished college and secured a career, Kayla was doomed to remain at home with Carter and her mother.

 

That didn’t mean she had to be some goody-two-shoes, though, as tonight—and so many others—had proved.

 

“Jesus,” her stepfather muttered, quickly pulling open the passenger’s side door to let Kayla collapse inside. She was still drunk. Her head was swimming, and balance had suddenly become a major issue. “Look at you. This is no way for a young woman to behave.”

 

“What’s the matter, Daddy?” she sneered. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”

 

Carter stared down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked her over. For a moment, his steely gaze caught on her skirt, and when Kayla looked down, she saw that it had hitched up around her upper thighs when she’d sat down. With her legs splayed, her sheer pink panties were completely visible.

 

Why is he looking at me like that?
she wondered as she pulled down the hem, watching Carter avert his gaze.
It almost looks like he likes it…

 

She banished the thought immediately, chalking it up to her inebriated state as she managed to swing her unusually heavy feet into the car. Carter shut the door, walked around to his side, and got in, scowling as he turned a key, the big powerful engine roaring to life.

 

“Buckle up,” he told her sternly.

 

Kayla once again rolled her eyes, but inevitably obeyed. She might have been reckless in many ways, but she certainly didn’t want to end up flying through the windshield should something go wrong.

 

She snapped the seatbelt into place and leaned her seat back immediately, stretching out as best she could in her stepfather’s luxury sedan.

 

“Your antics are costing me a small fortune, you know,” Carter muttered as he pulled into the limited traffic at this hour. “God only knows what I’ll have to do to convince this girl not to press charges.”

 

“I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle,” Kayla replied, closing her eyes as the interior of the car began to spin. “Not unless the money’s dried up while I was waiting for you to show up.”

 

It was Carter’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t drop everything sooner to rush to your aid. I do have a life outside of cleaning up your messes, you know.”

 

“Right, your second wife,” Kayla said, referring to the company her stepfather owned. “I’m sure she’ll understand.”

 

Kayla didn’t know why her stepfather was acting so put out. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been awake, anyway. Part of being a billionaire was hard work, contrary to popular belief, and she knew Carter was up until the wee hours of the morning most nights. She could tell it was beginning to wear on him, too. The dark circles under his eyes easily betrayed that.

 

She got the feeling there was more to it than that, however. Lately, her stepfather had seemed more aloof and stressed out than usual. While normally calm and collected, she’d been on the receiving end of a few uncharacteristic tantrums the past few weeks. She’d often wondered if it had something to do with her mom.

 

Thankfully, her stepfather seemed too tired to devolve into theatrics right now.

 

“I don’t know why you can’t understand how important it is not to tarnish your public image,” he said, gripping the leather steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “When I eventually turn my company over to you, it will be imperative for your reputation to remain as unsullied as possible.”

 

“What if I don’t
want
the company?” Kayla said, startling as her stepfather made a sudden stop at a traffic light. The red glow washed over his face, turning his stormy eyes a strange shade of maroon.

 

“You don’t have much of a choice in the matter,” he told her. “I have no other heir to give it to.”

 

“So make another one,” Kayla huffed, adjusting her seatbelt to get the strap off of her throat. “You’re still young…
ish.
It can’t possibly be that hard.”

 

Carter chuckled ruefully, shaking his head as the light turned green. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured at a volume Kayla was sure he’d meant to be inaudible, and yet she’d heard every word of it.

 

She frowned, looking over at her stepfather as he drove through the desolate streets. Every time they left the warm glow of a streetlamp, the shadows that passed over his face seemed to grow darker and darker.
Is this why he’s been so distant?
she wondered.
Mom has been gone a lot, lately. And if they were trying for a baby…

 

She shook her head, trying hard not to imagine her stepfather engaged in the throes of passion with her mother. But it was no use. Kayla couldn’t help but to envision Carter’s strong, hard body stripped down to his naked flesh, each powerful, coiled muscle rippling as he threw her mother onto his bed.

 

A little shudder coursed through her. She’d never had those thoughts before—or at least, not in such detail—but she knew that overall, they were normal. It wasn’t all that odd that she should be curious about his physique. He was an objectively attractive man, after all, and closer to her age than he was her mother’s.

 

Still, this had to be the liquor’s doing, and she did her best not to think on Carter’s body any further as he pulled into the driveway of his manor.

 

“You could’ve just sent your driver,” she told him, fumbling with the door handle. “If coming to get me was such an imposition, I mean.”

 

Carter sighed deeply and shook his head, unbuckling his seatbelt. “You’re still my daughter, Kayla,” he told her, and now she could really hear the weariness in his voice. “Family matters should be attended to on a personal level, don’t you think?”

 


Step
daughter,” she reminded him, though she wasn’t sure if she was saying it for his benefit or her own. “But anyway… thanks. I guess.” She just couldn’t resist adding in that last bit. She didn’t want to seem like she was getting mushy all of a sudden.

 

With her stepfather’s help, she stumbled into their home, her heels clacking noisily on the marble floor of the foyer. She kicked off her shoes as soon as she was able, sighing with relief as her arches relaxed. Then, knowing she could go no further, she shuffled into the sitting room and threw herself down on the long sofa near the fireplace, moaning in pain as the feeling returned to her feet.

 

“You shouldn’t be wearing shoes like that,” her stepfather scolded. She’d expected him to retreat upstairs to his office or bedroom, but he surprised her by sitting down on the opposite end of the couch and pulling her to him by her ankles. “They aren’t good for you.”

 

Kayla lifted her head and was just about to turn to look at him over her shoulder when Carter pressed both his thumbs into the pads of her right foot. She bit her lip and groaned, pressing her face into the plush cushion as he massaged her aching toes.

 

“Men always say that,” she began, squirming under her stepfather’s unexpectedly pleasant touch, “but they don’t really believe it.”

 

Carter arched a jet black brow. “I certainly do.”

 

“Bullshit,” Kayla replied, carefully turning onto her back with a slow, gradual motion she hoped wouldn’t send her flying off the edge of the couch. “I’ve seen your secretary. She wears heels.”

 

“That’s her choice,” Carter said, but Kayla shook her head.

 

“No. It’s what you expect of her. And that’s the problem. Heels aren’t just considered ‘classy’ or ‘sexy.’ They’re also considered
professional,
which is why you have a bunch of execs in pencil skirts and pumps wincing with every step. They don’t perceive that they’ll be taken as seriously if they wear flats or more ‘sensible’ shoes.”

 

Carter chuckled softly, now kneading into his stepdaughter’s tender arches. “That’s awfully insightful of you. I suppose you must be getting something out of college, after all. But, to make a point, I’m telling you now that I don’t expect you to do things that hurt or make you uncomfortable without any tangible benefit. Perhaps I should extend that same courtesy to my staff, as well.”

 

“Maybe,” Kayla murmured, her voice muffled against the couch. She sighed softly, curling her toes as Carter began to massaging her heels, then her ankles. “God, Daddy. That feels good.”

 

It felt so weird to call him that. She didn’t make a habit of it, but somehow, the title had spilled from her lips—most likely again the fault of all that liquor she’d drank down. Carter seemed uncomfortable with it, too, though she couldn’t tell exactly why that was. He shifted beneath her, clearing his throat as his strong fingers danced along her skin.

 

“Good,” he said simply, though his tone seemed strained. She looked over at him, wondering how long it had been since he and her mother had been intimate.

 

As much as she loved her mom, Kayla had to admit that she was a rather cold person. She was almost as much of a shark as Carter was. That should have brought them together, but it was easy to see that their similarity was tearing them apart. They both tended to prioritize their careers over all other aspects of their lives, which meant that having a baby wouldn’t be easy. Carter would expect her mother to quit or cut back during her pregnancy, and that was just something her mother wasn’t capable of.

 

Kayla knew this all too well. She had firsthand experience with how her mother raised her. She didn’t recall her as nurturing, or even particularly attentive, though she had always managed to be there when Kayla needed her most. She supposed she couldn’t complain too much about her upbringing, although she had always secretly desired the type of mothers her friends had all had, something she made sure never to admit out loud, no matter how angry she sometimes got with her mom.

 

She knew that kind of information would destroy her. No matter how guarded her mother seemed, Kayla knew that inside was a warm, beating heart, and the last thing she wanted to do was break it.

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