Stepbrother Romance: My Alpha Cowboy Stepbrother (Stepbrother Romance, Taboo, Forbidden, Stepsister, New Adult, Western Romance, Cowboy Romance) (2 page)

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y the time I had made myself 'respectable' the sun was low in the sky, its golden light streamed through the open French doors. The ghostly, white silk drapes fluttered gently in the cool evening breeze. I turned to the full-length mirror that stood beside the bed. After some thought I had gone with a black satin and lace dress – which was formal, but not overly so – and a pair of black leather sandals with ankle-high straps. The shower had set the pinkish glow, I had received from the sun a few hours earlier, to a pale bronze.

I arrived downstairs and followed my nose to the dining room, which was situated at the back of the house, overlooking the lake. A dining table as long as a school bus stretched from one end of the room to the other, beyond that three pairs of French doors opened onto the patio beyond. The recessed lighting had been turned down low and the table was lit by a dozen or so antique silver candelabras, which had been set at intervals along the length of the solid mahogany table. The silver cutlery, fine crystal glasses, and porcelain crockery at each place setting sparkled beneath the flicking glow of the beeswax candles.

At the far end of the table Henry was talking quietly to my mother, who sat beside him. Beside her was an elderly woman in an expensive looking, but dated, gray and blue dress. Her hair was tied up into a severe bun. She glared at me briefly over the top of her iron-rimmed glassed, which were perched on the bridge of her hook-like nose.

“Sandra, thanks for joining us,” said Henry, rising from his seat. “Please, join us.” He gestured toward one of two empty place settings to his right.

I took a seat, wondering for whom the final place was reserved. Mother glared at me, I was ten minutes late. Clearly she had taken it personally, but thankfully she said nothing of it.

“This is my aunt, Mildred,” said Henry.

“Nice to finally meet you,” said the Aunt flatly. “Don't worry, you're not the only one that's late; we're still waiting on Edward. Useless boy...”

“Nice to meet you too, Mildred,” I replied with as much cheer as I could muster for the sour crone.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” exclaimed Henry. “Sandra, this is your new brother, Edward.”

I turned in my chair to see Edward approaching.
It was the rider!
It had been him in the paddock today. I felt the blood rise to my face and my breath shorten. I froze, like a deer in the headlights, as he sat down beside me.

“Edward,” he introduced himself, offering a hand.

With an effort of will, I managed a smile and took the hand. “Sandra,” I replied, more coyly than I had meant to.

He was even more handsome up close, and his loose cotton shirt hung well on his square-shouldered frame. Noting my gaze he smiled, and flicked a strand of his dark locks away from his face. Quickly, I looked away and down at my glass of wine, in an attempt to hide my flushed cheeks.

“Edward! Are those your riding boots I saw you wearing when you came in?” scolded the Aunt. “Mud and all, no doubt. Dinner is still a formal occasion young man, you know that.”

“Don't you trouble yourself, Nan, it's not the Fifties anymore,” replied Edward, winking at the old woman.

Mildred scowled at him, but remained silent.

Soon the chef arrived, pushing a silver trolley carefully ahead of him.  My embarrassment was quickly forgotten, as the chef began placing platters of food on the table before us. Venison and grill-roasted vegetables. My mouth watered as I was passed a plate of the steaming food, and my stomach urgently reminded me that I had missed lunch

The food on my laden plate was only half-consumed by the time I realized I could eat no more. I leaned back in my chair, feeling full. I noticed  Mildred glance at me disapprovingly, as she carefully raised a tiny slice of venison to her thin lips. Across the table Henry and my mother had also finished eating and were talking, though I was too lost in thought to follow their words. I took a sip of wine and watch the candles as they burned, thinking back again to the events earlier that day.

“So you liked my riding then?” asked Edward, a smile touched the corner of his lips, his eyes challenging me playfully.

I froze, shocked, looking down at my food to hide my burning cheeks. How did he know? Maybe he had seen my sunglasses sparkling in the light, but he can't have seen what I was doing, I told myself, heart racing. I glanced around the table. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. The table was large, and thankfully Edward had spoken softly. I felt his eyes on me. It had probably only been a moment since he spoke, but it felt like an age.

I took sip of my wine, to wet my suddenly-dry mouth.

“You ride very well, Edward,” I managed, absently playing with the crystalline stem of the wineglass.

He leaned closer. “I could teach you, if you like...”

His eye met mine. I smiled, shyly.

“Sure,” I replied, my confidence returning. “I rode a bit when I was a girl, but not for years now.”

We made small-talk for the rest of the meal, punctuated by stolen, secret moments. A glance, a leg touching mine. Both of us aware of the occasional malignant gaze from the Aunt.

Perhaps the heightened danger had affected me, as it took some time for me to sleep that night. The air was still, and hot. I lay naked on the silken sheets, imagining a world of forbidden pleasures.

I
was awoken the next day by a firm breeze whipping the drapes to the balcony aside, blasting rays of blinding sunshine across the room. The wind felt cool across my naked back. I rolled over and squinted at the clock – already mid-morning! Groggily, I pulled myself out of bed. Outside I heard a horse whinny, distant hooves pummeled the turf. I crossed the polished floorboards to the balcony. Wrapping the drapes across my breasts, and shielding my eyes from the sun with one hand, I looked out across the paddock.

Edward stood astride his dark horse, it whinnied and reared its hooves. I smiled. He had been waiting for me to appear. I turned, and let the drapes drop as I walked away, rewarding his display with a brief, but distant, flash of my rear. 

I smiled, unabashed, as I stepped into the shower. What had come over me? I recalled my fantasies from the night before, and erotic flashes of scenes from the half-remembered dreams that had followed. Something about Edward stirred a longing deep inside of me. A longing that I had not even known existed, until it had been awakened. Was it is his confidence? Charm? Looks? I'm still not sure. Probably a little of each, and something... undefined. An animal attraction, or the way he looked at me, perhaps... Something drawing me strongly towards him, though I had not even known him a day. Indeed, I could not at that time rightly say I knew him at all, though it felt as if I did, somehow.

I dried myself off and sought out something appropriate to wear. Though I had no horse-riding attire, I did have a pair of suitable leather boots and some yoga pants, over which I pulled a short summer dress. I smiled at my reflection in the standing mirror. I knew already that I was going to fuck him. It seemed, inevitable, but would it be today? Time will tell, I mused.

I made my way outside and down the steep stone steps, towards the stables. Edward and his horse were no longer visible in the field below, but I was sure he would be waiting for me. It was not as warm as it had been the day before, and a brisk northeasterly wind chased clusters of small gray clouds across the hazy blue sky. The air smelled of rain to come, but for now the weather remained clement.

Arriving at the stables, I found Edward grooming his horse. He had stripped off his shirt and the muscles of his back glistened as he worked. The corner of his mouth rose in a smile as he saw me approach. His gaze lingered upon my breasts and thighs, then he continued with his task. I approached slowly, taking my time to appreciate the movement of his body, his tanned skin glistened with the exertion.

“How's sleeping beauty today?” he asked, as I took a seat on a bench beside him.

“I'm good, thanks,” I replied. “I... I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep,” I added, a little guiltily.

Edward turned from his work for a moment. “Well, they say there's nothing like a good workout to help one sleep,” he replied. A salacious grin touched his lips briefly, then turned back towards his horse. “There's some spare gear in the stable at the end. You should find something your size there.”

Following his instruction, I walked to the stable at the end of the row. It had been turned into a tack room, fresh hay had been spread across the floor. On the walls hung racks, holding an assortment of crops and riding hats. On the opposite wall were more tools, tack and shoeing implements; even a small anvil. It had been years since I had ridden a horse, and I was feeling more than a little apprehensive as I selected some suitable gear.

I heard the stable door swing open behind me and turned to find Edward leaning against the wall.

“Not bad,” he said, looking me up and down.

Edward walked towards me, and his hands went to my waist, his face close to mine. I froze, like a deer in the headlights. His hands tugged at the belt to which I had secured my riding crop.

“You should tie this tighter, or it will slip when you’re riding,” said Edward softly, his face just inches from my own.

I could bear the tension no longer, something had to give. On impulse, I kissed him. Edward seemed shocked for a moment. I felt his lips rise in a smile beneath mine. Worried that I had acted too soon, I pulled back, but his strong hands held me close. Blissfully, as though drifting into a dream, I surrendered to his embrace. Edward's kisses were hot and passionate. His corded arms wrapped around me. His hips pushed against mine, I felt him grow hard against my leg. It felt so big, I should have been scared, but my mind was already beyond such thoughts. I wanted it, needed it – needed him. Nothing else seemed to matter.

With shaking hands I fumbled at his belt. The leather strap finally free, his jeans dropped to the floor, and his cock sprung from the restraining fabric like a taut spring.

              Distant thunder rolled in the sky above, followed shortly by a steadily increasing patter of rain falling on the stable's terracotta tiles. Edward released the straps on my dress, baring my breasts. Gently, he took one in his strong hand and began teasing the tip of my nipple with his agile tongue. Shivers ran through my body as his slick tongue toyed with my sensitized skin. I moaned with pleasure as he gently nibbled my erect nipples, then gasped as I felt his hand reaching down the front of my pants. His questing fingers slid softly between my welcoming, wet lips.

Lightning flashed, followed almost immediately by a boom of thunder. The rain began to pour down in torrents, not that either of us paid it much notice. Edward’s hands worked their magic between my legs, caressing me, penetrating me. The muscles in my thighs tightened and quivered as waves of pleasure ran through my body. Unbidden, a scream escaped my lips as climax suddenly struck me; an unannounced tsunami of sensation, incomparable to anything I had known before. My legs finally gave out and I dropped to my knees, every nerve in my body tingled and my head spun for a moment as I knelt, panting for breath.

Edward held back my hair with one hand, and with the other guided his throbbing manhood into my unresisting mouth. He tasted clean, and just slightly salty. I had never liked giving blowjobs before, but his smooth hard cock filling my mouth felt satisfyingly good. Edward's fingers caressed the back of my neck as he guided his cock slowly inside of me, a little deeper each time. I gazed up. Over the tanned, firm curves of his muscled chest, his dark eyes looked into mine. I wanted it all, all of him. Gripping his firm buttocks, I pulled him towards me, swallowing him deep inside. Edward’s head rolled back and he moaned with pleasure as I took him deeper into my throat, deeper than I would have thought was possible, had I been thinking of anything at all. But there was no room for thought. Primal, instinctual passions had been released from somewhere deep inside of me.

Finally, I pulled free, gasping for breath and gripping his now-slick cock with my hand. Edward's hard cock throbbed excitedly in my hand, as though it had a mind of its own. I looked at him, and smiled as I saw the breathless lust in his eyes. I teased the tips of his cock with my tongue playfully.

In a single swift movement, I found myself on my hands and knees, my yoga pant pulled down to my boots. My thighs were already soaking wet when I felt him bury his face between them, his tongue probing inside of me then working its way gently along my lips then lapping hungrily at my clit. A knot of pleasure grew inside of me, pulsing, pushing to release, threatening to consume me. I almost fell, but a hand gripped me by my ponytail and pulled me back.

I turned to watch him as he slowly pushed the head of his ample cock against my smooth, wet lips. For a moment I thought it would not fit, then slowly it began to slide inside me. Inch by inch, filling me more than I had ever known. Slowly he began to move, I could feel the swollen head of his cock stretching me as it moved deeper with each thrust. I began pushing back against him, wanting to swallow every inch of him within me.

Spurred on by my movements, Edward gripped my waist with both hands, and began driving into me, hard and deep. My wet pussy gripped his firm shaft hungrily. For a moment it felt so huge that I thought it might burst from my chest. Again, he thrust deep. I screamed out in agonizing ecstasy as my orgasm exploded through my veins. With a growl and a final, shivering push, I felt the warmth of his cum gushing into me.

Exhausted, we collapsed into the hay. Shivers ran through my body as his cock pulsed inside me with the beating of his heart, his body heaving against mine as we gasped for breath. Too dazed to move or speak, we lay entwined, our minds wracked with pleasure and exhaustion.