Stepbrother: Forbidden Cravings: Stepbrother Romance Boxed Set (9 page)

Chapter Five

Once Mom and Trevor had left for their vacation a couple of days later, Michael and I eyed each other mischievously. We raced around the house, laughing as we ran from room to room.

The staff looked at us in bewilderment. Wondering what on earth had gotten into us as our laughter rang out throughout the house. Finally exhausted, we fell upon the lawn outside to take in the afternoon sun.

“Oh I needed that,” Michael panted as he tried to catch his breath.

“I know. I haven’t run around the house like that before,” I laughed.

Michael rested upon his elbow. Watching me intently as I smiled happily. I felt relaxed, and slightly childlike in his company. Something that I never would have believed when I had first met him.

Michael had been abrupt and rude. Yet now I had seen a softer side to him that I found endearing. I enjoyed spending time with him, finding him fun to be around.

“Come on. I have something to show you,” Michael suddenly announced as he jumped to his feet.

I took the hand that he offered to help me to my feet. Following him in silence as he went along the gravelled path deep into the garden. Michael wove his way through the trees that bordered the lawn. I was mystified, never having been into this part of the garden before.

My mouth fell open when Michael finally came to a halt. Looking up into the branches of one of the trees, seeing a small wooden house built there. Michael began climbing the old rickety steps that led up to the little door. Beckoning for me to follow him.

Cautiously I began the ascent. Growing wary as the wooden planks creaked under our weight. Breathing a sigh of relief when I eventually reached the top. Michael stood looking through the branches of the trees. It was a wonderful sight. The lush green lawns, with an array of flowers along its borders. The house appearing small and far in the distance.

Michael ducked his head to enter the tree house, holding out his hand to lead me after him. The tiny room was filled with tatty blankets and old cushions strewn across the floor. A few books were lined along one wall, their pages yellowed with age. Dust covered every surface, cobwebs hanging from each corner.

“This used to be my safe haven when I was growing up. Somewhere that I could escape to when things got bad with Dad,” Michael explained.

I watched as he moved around the small space. Reflectively running his hands over the things that he had owned as a child. I didn’t speak, not wanting to disturb him as he was caught up in his own thoughts and memories. Sitting on a pile of cushions, Michael patted the floor for me to join him.

As we lay back upon the wooden floor, the warm sun filtered through the windows. With the air still, all I could hear were the birds in the trees outside. I understood why Michael liked here so much. It was so quiet and peaceful. It felt like we were in a different world. A world with just the two of us.

Chapter Six

Opening my eyes, I realized that I must have fallen asleep. Michael sat watching me. Giving me a warm smile as our eyes met.

“Hello there sleepy head,” he chuckled.

“Oh I am so sorry,” I apologized, rubbing at my sleepy eyes.

“Don’t be silly. I nodded off too,” Michael admitted.

Settling beside me, I was stunned when Michael suddenly leant over and kissed me gently. I readily accepted his lips as they pressed deeply against mine. Feeling the warmth of his hand as it roamed beneath the t-shirt I wore. Gasping as Michael reached my breast, cupping it in his hand while teasing my nipple with his fingers.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled Michael closer to me. Running my fingers through his hair as our kisses grew more passionate. Slowly he began to pull up my skirt. Revealing the lacy panties beneath. Tracing his hands across my bare skin. Every nerve ending throughout my body felt electrified from his touch.

I pulled at the zip of Michael’s jeans. Sliding my hand inside to find his hardened member. Hearing him groan low in his throat as I began to stroke him gently. His hand pulled my panties to one side. Fingers finding my shaven mound, wet and eager to take him inside me.

As Michael moved to lay on top of me, our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. The lust and desire we felt overwhelming us as he slid himself inside me. We moved slowly at first. I relished the sensation of each thrust as Michael gazed down at me. Swimming in the depths of his eyes while I raised my hips higher to meet him.

We moved in rhythm as our passion heightened. Both of us panting hard as our climax neared. Michael threw back his head as he cried out in ecstasy. The warmth of his orgasm flowing deep inside me as I met my own pleasure. Our juices mingling as Michael fell against me. Beads of sweat glistening upon his brow as he gasped for breath.

Michael held me tightly as we lay in silence. I didn’t want the moment to end. Never had I experienced such passion and lust. I knew that Michael was my step-brother, but it had just felt right to be with him. I had never felt this way about a man before.

“Maria, I don’t care what our parents say. I have fallen in love with you. And I want us to be together,” Michael said sincerely.

“I feel the same way about you,” I replied shyly.

As our lips met again, I wondered how on earth we were going to explain this to our parents. They were sure to be appalled by the idea of us becoming a couple.

Yet somehow I knew that my feelings were true. That I could no longer imagine my life without Michael, no matter what life threw at us along the way.

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Stepbrother: Forbidden Lust

(Stepbrother Romance)

Tiffany Brother

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First edition, 2015

Chapter 1

I loved my usual summer trips to Europe, but this time coming back was the part I was longing for. I’ve never been a ‘homebody’ and I always preferred to stay out, partying or hanging out with friends, but now everything was different. As soon as my plane landed, I couldn’t wait to find myself at home.

What is she like? Is she beautiful? She must be. My dad wouldn’t marry a fright. This is the thing: a rich man has a privilege to choose. And my dad wouldn’t settle for less.

I knew that Olivia was quite an average woman though; neither wealthy nor famous. She didn’t have a high position in society, and she wasn’t anyhow outstanding or prominent.

Olivia just appeared out of nowhere and charmed my dad in no time. It took him only two months to decide on marriage, and here it goes: they are a family now, and I have a new mother.

Or rather, a step-mother. And a step-sister. I couldn’t recall her name; my dad mentioned it once or twice on the phone, but I was too occupied with the angry thoughts.

A wedding? Who is she? I haven’t even met her! It’s too old-fashioned to rush into marriage if you want to make love to a woman. If it’s not the reason, so what’s wrong? Why couldn’t you date her for a while and then… engage or something?

Yes, I was angry. I felt betrayed.

My mom and dad divorced when I was ten, and I was sure they will never marry anyone else again. These were the childish thoughts: once married and divorced, you wouldn’t be able to find anyone as good as your wife or your husband.

My parents had too much in common: hobbies, sports, favorite food, restaurants, places to go on a weekend… They both wanted to see Laos, and my dad booked a flight for my mom’s birthday. Just the two of them; I was left home with a nanny.

After the trip, they kept talking about Laos and planning a new adventure for ages. I saw them looking through the pictures, exchanging impressions and memories of what they did there, and I realized how in love they were. There was a glint in their eyes. They loved each other so much. It was obvious.

When they divorced, I couldn’t believe my ears.

Now, when my dad found a
substitute
, I was enraged. I had no right, true. It was my dad’s life. He has been separated for more than twelve years, and I didn’t know if he had any girlfriends along the way.

He had to go on, to live further. And I would resign myself to finally see some woman holding my dad’s hand. But to marry? So soon? What if she’s one of these ‘treasure-hunters’, more attracted to riches than to my dad himself?

It was high time to find everything out. To see Olivia with my own eyes.

“Here you are!”

My dad hugged me and drew back to look at me.

“Italian suntan works better than California’s, huh?” he smiled.

“Nothing can work better than California,” I said.

A woman came down the stairs.

Tall, slim, blonde like a Swede, bright like the sun. Slow, catlike movements. A gentle, tender smile and wide, black eyes. Her look pierced me like an arrow.

Stunning. Gorgeous.

For a moment, I forgot all the hatred I already developed for my step-mother. I didn’t pay attention to her age. She was too beautiful to detest; I felt as if I saw a goddess right here, in the hall of my home.

“Ryan, meet my step-daughter, Tyler,” my dad said.

My… who? Wait, a step-daughter?

It took a moment for me to realize that it’s not Olivia.

“And here is my wife,” my father smiled.

Olivia followed her daughter, coming down the stairs in the same gentle manner. She was beautiful too, but her beauty was mature, ripe, somehow established.

Olivia looked calm and quiet, wisely serene. Tyler, on the contrary, radiated light; there was life sparkling in her eyes, a glare of youth and happiness, fun and joy. It seemed she couldn’t wait to move, to dance, to laugh…

I thought I would hate both: Olivia and her daughter. I didn’t know them, and they rushed into the life of my dad (as well my house and my life too) all of a sudden.

I had to live under one roof with the people I hardly knew. I didn’t have a habit to spend too much time at home, but I couldn’t say I didn’t care with whom I had to share a house.

I was still suspicious about Olivia and willing to know more about her intentions, but it was Tyler who drew my attention at the moment. I forgot about everything. My step-mother’s daughter was too beautiful to be real.

“Nice to meet you,” Tyler approached. “Your father told us a lot about you. Now it seems I know you for ages.”

I melted while she looked at me. I was supposed to stay as cool as a cucumber, but I mumbled: “Same here.” It wasn’t the same, of course; I knew nothing about the girl.

I greeted Olivia as well, but couldn’t help glancing at Tyler.
Is this cover girl going to be my sister?

I’ve seen a lot of girls in my life. Moreover, I’ve kissed and made love to dozens of them. And all of them were amazing.

I was a son of a billionaire; what type of women do you think I should choose? Now I realized that all my past choices were a load of crap. I was dazzled.

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Chapter 2

When the dinner was over (I hardly spoke to anybody), my dad suggested that I go and take a stroll in the garden with Tyler. He probably wanted to stay alone with his new wife. I just nodded.
As you wish, daddy!

The garden was enormous, but I knew all the paths.

“This way leads to a fountain,” I explained, “and this one goes to the pond. We can have a look at the birds if you want. There is an open-air cage right there, behind the trees.”

I couldn’t recognize my voice. A self-confident, successful, attractive son of a billionaire (the one I used to be) turned into a shy schoolboy who was dreaming of a beauty’s kiss.

I heard an ironical voice in my head.
Really? That’s what you’re doing? Dreaming of a step-sister? Come on! She’s your enemy!

“Birds work just fine for me,” she smiled.

We picked our way towards the bird cage. My mom used to like the birds’ singing, and it was she who spent hours in this part of the garden. My dad wasn’t really interested in birds, and me neither, but now I was ready to do anything for Tyler. Girls adore animals. A good start.
A start? What are you talking about?

We stopped right in front of the cage. The sun was playing in the leaves of the old oaks, and spots of light trembled on the ground. The birds were warbling and flying from one bench to another.

“It’s so beautiful here,” Tyler said. “What are these birds called?”

She stepped up to the cage. She was so engrossed watching the colorful featherings...

I realized I look at her as if I’m charmed. Her fair hair and these wonderful black eyes! How can it be? She looks so special; Mother Nature must have developed a new pattern to create someone like Tyler. I was sure blondes have either blue eyes or green. Or at least grey. Black though? Or are they dark-brown?..

Don’t even think of her! Stop it!

“What are you looking at?” Tyler asked.

“Just your eyes,” I confessed. “They’re so special.”

I tried to look as confident as I could. Lying is a game for weaklings.

“They are,” she said smiling cunningly.

She’s playing too, huh?

I pulled together. I wanted to look cool and somehow irritated; at least that’s what I was planning on my way home.

“So you’re my sister now, right?” I said. “Your mother was quick.”

Tyler didn’t show she was hurt by my sarcastic tone.
Or was it not sarcastic at all?

“They both were,” she said carelessly. “They seem to love each other.”

“To be frank, I’m not sure one can develop a sincere feeling so fast,” I wanted to sound serious, but I heard a doubt in my voice instead.

“Love is magical,” Tyler smiled. “It comes when you don’t expect.”

“You seem to be an expert.”

Is it an irony? Oh please. You sound lame.

“I’m not,” she said. “But I want to believe that’s how it works.”

“I mean my father was single for such a long time.”

“My mom too.”

Tyler got a bit upset.

“My parents divorced when I was ten,” she said.

“Really? What a coincidence. I was the same age,” I was surprised.

“Hi, fellow-victim,” she extended her hand for a handshake.

I laughed and did the same. Tyler’s skin was silky and smooth, and I wished I could kiss her hand instead in an old-fashioned manner.

What a good pretext, right?

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