Busted By My Stepbrother (Steamy Stepbrother Taboo Romance) Read online

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  Busted By My Stepbrother

  Meg

  Jimmy wasn’t the hottest guy I knew, but he was close, and having him in my bedroom while my family was out was a score I wasn’t going to let go to waste. I loved summer vacation and all the freedom that came with it. College classes were done, I had the house to myself during the days, and at the moment, all the hot throbbing cock I could suck. Life just couldn’t get a hell of a lot better, really.

  Actually, that wasn’t entirely true, it was going to get a lot better in a few minutes when I worked this steel pole I’d been licking between my legs and sat on it. Just the thought of how hard I was going to get fucked in a few minutes had me dripping wet, and Jimmy had barely even touched me. I might be a virgin at the moment, but I was so ready to lose that label. I honestly don’t know why I waited so long to agree to go all the way with a guy, especially since I love oral sex so much. I think it’s because I was afraid that once I tried it I’d become some kind of a sex addict or something.

  Anyway, today was the day I was going to give it up to Jimmy, and it felt like my very core was quivering in anticipation.

  Suddenly there was a crashing noise and I felt Jimmy’s body stiffen, and not just the part that was supposed to be stiff. I froze, covers over my head and cock still between my lips, but it was obvious something was wrong because Jimmy’s hand was no longer forcing my head deeper along his shaft. I pulled myself off and flipped the covers aside to turn and spy the source of the sound. My mouth dropped open and my hand went automatically to cover it as I tried to wipe away the saliva and precum that I could feel was dripping from my lips.

  Standing in my doorway, staring at us, was the one guy I knew that was hotter than Jimmy.

  My stepbrother, Nathan. And he was holding his phone in front of him as I heard the familiar sound of the camera going off.

  Nathan

  I was pretty happy when I left work early, pleased at getting everything done that needed doing in order to give me a few hours of alone time before my parents or stepsister got home. Don't get me wrong, I do love my family, but sometimes a guy just needs a bit of alone time. I was done college but working at a shitty retail job while I figured out my next move, and although I would have liked to move out and get my own place, now just wasn’t the time. Unfortunately, that meant I’d have to put up living with my dad, his wife and her sometimes annoying daughter. She wasn’t even old enough to drink yet, but she was in college at least, so that meant she wasn’t home that often. Unfortunately, during the summer it seemed like she was home all the time, and I needed a bit of a break.

  Meg isn't a bad kid, I suppose. She just has a tendency to get in the way of things. Specifically, my sex life. During the year I got used to having the house to myself and girls coming over, but with her around all the time now I’ve had to put a hold on that for the most part, worried she’d rat me out to our folks. Not that she’s an angel, and I have no idea if she actually would tell on me, but I don’t want to put it to the test.

  I've seen the way she dresses, and I can tell you she's no stranger to having boys in her bedroom, but I couldn’t prove it, and I’m sure our parents couldn’t either or I would have heard the yelling all the way across town at work. Still, something about the way she looks at me slyly whenever our parents bring up the topic of us behaving when they aren’t around makes me wonder what exactly she has going on.

  Her mom has never been much of a disciplinarian, and her real dad is a complete tool that doesn't lift a finger to help. Even my dad had to start chipping in for tuition, although I know he thinks she should get a part time job and pay for it herself. At least as much as she could. But it's not really his decision. The girl doesn't listen to him at all, anyway. Says he’s not her father so he has no say in how she acts, and her mom doesn't really back him up much. It annoys me to see my dad so helpless sometimes. If it were a problem with me, he’d just give me a smack to the back of the head. I hate how much she gets away with.

  I pulled my old car up into my driveway and stepped out into the sunlight, letting the warmth hit my face for a moment. I couldn't wait to get out of my work clothes and into some shorts and a t-shirt, maybe hit the hammock out back with a beer. There's no better way to spend a Friday afternoon. Work really is for suckers, and unfortunately I was one of them. Just not today.

  When I pushed open the front door, though, something caught the bottom of it and caused it to swing back at me and almost knock me in the nose. I caught it just in time and shoved back, this time harder. There were shoes on the floor, left right behind the door, making it hard to open. That was a pet peeve of mine. I hated when my sister did that and I'd mentioned it numerous times to her. She just doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself.

  A sudden jolt of annoyance stabbed through me as I considered what that meant. Was she home after all, ready to ruin my nicely planned afternoon of drinking beer and doing nothing?

  I gave another heave and heard the rubber sole slide along the tile of the front hallway, caught between it and the bottom of the door. Time to examine the evidence.

  As I closed the door and the offending footwear released, I looked at it, confused. It wasn't Meg’s. It was a man's white sneaker. And it wasn't mine or my dad’s. I don’t think he even owned a pair of running shoes.

  I opened my mouth to yell but then thought better of it. That would simply warn her, and then she'd claim innocence again like she always did and I'd have no proof. This was my chance to actually catch the little brat in the act. I wasn’t sure what I would do with the information, but if my sister was in this house and had a boy over, I was going to cash in on that. Somehow.

  I slipped off my own shoes and walked quietly to the staircase, listening. I didn't hear anything, but I saw that her bedroom door was closed most of the way and light was coming out from it. She was home and in there, and presumably so was Sneakers.

  I slowly made my way up the stairs, making sure to avoid the ones that creaked. Years of sneaking out when my parents were sleeping gave me the perfect mental map of all of the potential sound traps the house had. When I got to her room, I listened intently at the door. I expected to hear moaning or name calling, but I didn't. I heard something, though. I just wasn't sure what. It was faint and muffled.

  "Oh fuck ya, just like that," I heard suddenly. My heart pounded in my chest. It wasn't Meg's voice. It was Sneakers. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned on the camera. I wanted proof of whatever it is I found on the other side. Then I could figure out a plan.

  I pushed open the door forcefully, keeping my hand extended so that it wouldn't bounce back and close, and I let me eyes take in the sight before me.

  A young man was laying in Meg's bed, covered from the waist down but his top, at least, was bare. There was a big lump under the covers, and as the door crashed against the wall the lump froze just
as his head turned to look at me in complete surprise and fear. A second later, Meg's head pulled up and out from the covers as she covered her mouth in terror as well. My thumb hit the camera button on my phone, capturing the image in front of me. There would be no denying this later on.

  Meg

  "Oh my god!" Jimmy gasped, his dark eyes wide as he stared at Nathan. The covers had fallen down off of my back as I sat up, and it didn’t help that I was straddling his completely naked body. At least I was wearing clothes. Not much, but some. We hadn’t gotten to the part where I got to take mine off yet, which was unfortunate. I had been so ready to give up my virginity today!

  "Get the fuck out of here," Nathan said, his dark grey eyes gazing coolly at my boyfriend. Well, boyfriend was a strong word given this was the first time he and I had hooked up. But I had been watching him in my psych class for the last couple of months. I watched Nathan slide his phone back into his pocket as Jimmy literally pushed me off of him and stood up. His cock was erect, but I could see it was already starting to wilt. Such a waste.

  Jimmy barely got his underwear on before he just picked up the rest of his clothes and bolted past Nathan to run down the stairs. Moments later I heard the front door slam closed, leaving me alone with my stepbrother. God he was hot, even now when he had blocked me from finally having sex. He looked angry, but if anyone should be angry it’s me, what with him running clitoference over there.

  Nathan looked me up and down without saying anything, and I wondered whether or not he was waiting for me to say something first. So I did. I was kind of annoyed, after all.

  "What the hell are you doing home, Nathan? You get fired or something?"

  I watched as my brother took a deep breath and frowned at me, but he ignored my taunt.

  "What the fuck were you doing with that guy, Meg?"

  He might be a hot college grad, but Nathan wasn’t one of my parents no matter how often he tried to act like it. Whenever he did it annoyed me, and this was no exception. I was hoping he would have been a bit more cool about this situation. "What the hell is it to you? You're not my father, Nathan," I scowled. "I'm 19. I can do whatever or whoever I want." I glared at him, although I had to push back a dark lock of hair that fell over my bright blue eyes, obscuring the full effect.

  "You’re right, I’m not your dad, but what do you think mom and dad would think if I told them what kind of a slut you are? I think they might finally start punishing you like you clearly deserve." Nathan was puffing out his chest like he was so important. I hated when he got like this.

  I just smiled back, hoping my indifference would annoy him back. "She would never believe you over me." It’s true, of course. My mom really thought I was much more of an angel than I really was. Not that I was that bad, but I was planning on fucking Jimmy this afternoon.

  Unfortunately Nathan didn’t take the bait and instead just smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

  "I guess you had other things on your mind," he said casually, walking towards the bed. "Or else you would have noticed that I took this." Of course, the picture. Crap. It was a well framed shot of Jimmy and me, terrified looks on our faces and his cock standing proud and wet right under me.

  I felt the smile and color drain from my face, right before I whipped my hand out to try and snatch the phone from him. He pulled it away before I had a chance, though, and all I succeeded in doing is knocking myself off balance and falling from the bed.

  "You're an asshole," I muttered from the floor, feeling defeated. That picture was going to be hard to deny, even for me.

  "What was that?" he asked.

  "Nothing," I said, not meeting his gaze.

  "That's what I thought." I hated the smug tone I heard in his voice, but it’s probably the same tone that would be in mine if the situation was reversed.

  "So what are you going to do? Tell my mom?" I asked, turning my gaze up to look at him. Despite the position he had me in, it was hard to stay completely angry at someone that reminded you of a greek god. He was so fucking handsome, and I’d had a lot of fantasies about my dear stepbrother over the last year or so. In fact, I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t have been thinking about him, even just a bit, if Jimmy and I had actually gotten down to having sex. As it was, though, the image of his perfectly sculpted body was beginning to blur as I felt tears stinging my eyes. “She'll fucking kill me."

  Nathan just nodded. "You're right. She will. But I'm not sure yet if I'm going to tell her. Maybe you and I can work this out on her own..."

  Nathan

  I saw a glimmer of hope light up Meg's face, making her even more beautiful, despite how annoying I found her. I always forget how gorgeous my stepsister is when I’m not face to face with her, but then as soon as I am, I’m reminded of her crushing beauty. That’s part of why she gets away with so much from so many people. She’s a hard girl to say no to, or to disappoint.

  And sitting there, simply wearing panties with a thin white tee shirt that was thin enough that I could see her nipples creating little dark tents to prove she wasn’t wearing a bra, the thought of disappointing her was getting even harder. As was something else. My dick twitched in my pants, reminding me that even though we were related by marriage, I was still a man with a cock that just didn’t care.

  "Things are going to have to change around here," I finally said.

  Meg nodded as she looked up at me. Her expression reminded me of a puppy dog that was waiting for a treat. She was clearly very anxious about getting out of trouble this time. I'd never seen her so agreeable.

  "First of all, you need to stop fucking guys in this house." If I had to abide by our parents rules, then so did she. And anyway, the whole reason I was abiding by them now was that she was around, cramping my style.

  "I wasn't fucking him," she protested.

  "Well, you were giving him a blow job," I said. "That's bad enough. And I'm sure if I hadn't come in it would have led to you guys fucking pretty soon."

  Meg just shrugged, noncommittally.

  "I wasn't born yesterday. It's called foreplay for a reason, sis. Because it happens before sex."

  She just shook her head. "I know, but that doesn’t mean… I don't... usually do that."

  "Do what?"

  "Sex. I mean, I haven't yet. Not all the way."

  My mouth hung open. There was no way my sister was a virgin, was there? She had to be lying. And yet...

  "Never?"

  She shook her head again. She was staring at the floor in front of my feet, almost as if she was embarrassed.

  Suddenly, it all made sense. Sure, she dressed like a tramp, but Meg was a girl that liked to get her own way. She liked having guys do everything for her. She wasn't a slut after all. She was worse. She was a tease.

  "So you just lead them on? You blow a guy, get him to think you're going to go further and then, what? String him along for a while? Let him do things for you, buy you things, try to convince you to have sex with him? Make him think it's going to happen and then when he just won't wait anymore, you dump him. Is that about it?"

  Meg just shrugged again, continuing to stare at the ground as she shifted uncomfortably. She looked like she wanted to say something, but then thought better of it. Likely I'd hit the nail on the head and she just didn’t want to admit it. When I was in college, I hated girls like her, and my opinion of them hadn't improved much since. Still, though, the guys were to blame as well. They let her completely manipulate them for what? A little bit of head?

  "How many guys have you done that to?"

  Meg just shrugged.

  "A lot?"

  She nodded.

  "I can't believe there are so many weak minded guys out there that can't see through a little cock tease like you."

  Meg's head snapped up as I called her a cock tease. She looked a little shocked at my language. But if she was old enough to suck them, she was old enough to be called out for what she was.

  "I guess I'm just good a
t it," she said with a shrug. She had a little half smile starting to creep up her face again, and I got the feeling she was starting to think she was out of the woods.

  "I'm still deciding whether to tell your mother," I said. Her smile disappeared immediately as I regained the upper hand.

  "I thought you said we could work something out?" she pleaded, her puppy dog eyes looking up at me and I was now fairly sure I was being played.

  "I'm rethinking that," I replied flatly. "I don't think you're taking this seriously."

  Meg

  I stood up. "I am, Nathan. I really would do anything to not have Mom hear about this."

  The one thing about my stepbrother Nathan is that he has always acted like he was my father, and although it usually annoyed me, it also felt kind of nice at the same time. The thought that there was someone out there that wanted to keep me safe and protected. It still annoyed me, but it was hard to stay mad at him for it, his intentions were good. Besides, he was just so handsome. Even when I knew he was mad at me. And the thing was, the way his eyes were glancing down at my tits and underwear, almost unconsciously, I was starting to wonder whether he had some of the same feelings about me.