Reunited Steps (Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) Read online

  He shifts positions, now it's his turn to look at the floor.

  "Wait a second, were you hoping to see me naked? Was that your intention?"

  Instead of looking at me directly, I feel his hand slide a bit higher up my leg.

  I put my hand own hand on his, stopping his ascent. "What are you doing, Jason? You're my brother?"

  "Step brother," he corrects.

  True. But still...

  "I've thought about you a lot since you've left," he says. I hated my dad for a long time for driving you away. I looked for you for a while, almost became obsessed with trying to find you, but then he moved us to New York and that became much harder. I think he did that just to stop me from finding you.

  "You... you looked for me?" I ask. I didn't think anyone in my family even noticed I left, much less wanted to find me. "Why?"

  He shrugs as he looks in my eyes. "You were always beautiful, Cindy. I hated that we were related." I feel his hand squeeze my leg where his hand is trapped as he smiles again.

  I can't believe what I'm hearing. My brother had a crush on me, is that really what he's saying? To be honest, I had thought about him like that growing up as well a number of times, but I was young and didn't know what to do with those feelings. But now... I'm actually kind of enjoying his hand on my leg, it's warmth is radiating through me. I move my own hand along his and up his wrist until it came into contact with his very expensive looking watch. My fingers lightly trace over his watch and up his arm, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. He obviously keeps in very good shape.

  Jason takes the fact that I removed my hand from his as license to inch it a bit further along, reaching the hem of my skirt. "I know that you've been working hard to pay your tuition to vet school," he says.

  I freeze at the mention of school. How did he know that? "What the fuck?" I snap at him.

  He raises his free hand in an effort to calm me down. "Please, I'm sorry. I just... when I was checking into whether it was you or not, I had some of my guys look into some of your records and they saw that you were enrolled. I know how much you're paid here, even with tips or dances, there's no way paying for that and rent is easy."

  I relax a bit, but I'm still wary about what he is getting at, exactly.

  "It's only that... I can help you," he says.

  "Help me? What do you mean."

  He leans forward a little bit, his lips inches from mine as he speaks. "With money. I want to help you, Cindy. Whether you want to stay here or not, that's your business. But let me help you with school at least. I know that's always been your dream." His breath smells of mints and I can feel the hotness of it on my lips. His hand has slid underneath my skirt now and is inches from my panties. He can probably feel the heat radiating out from under them, his touch turning me on more than I want to admit.

  But I'm confused. Is he offering to pay for my school full stop, or only if I let his hand continue on its journey to the hot and wet center of my body? He continues to look at me, his eyes feel like they are drinking in my soul. His hand remains where it stopped, hovering inches from my panty covered pussy.

  "That would be... great," I say, almost whispering. I want to ask whether there are strings attached, but I'm not even sure I want to know. If he says yes, I'll be tempted to tell him to fuck off and leave. But I don't want him to leave. I want him to stay. I want his hand to continue.

  His lips move closer to mine, less than an inch apart now. "There's something I'd like you to do for me."

  I'm spell bound by his eyes, held captive by the scent of his breath and the hand between my legs. He wants me to do something for him, but he didn't say that it was in return for his offer.

  "Anything," I say. "Whatever you want." I lean forward to bridge the gap between us and touch my mouth to his. There is an immediate spark that I feel shoot through me, but it is brief as he sits back and studies me before saying anything more. His gaze travels down my face and along my body, giving me a long slow once over. His eyes finally return to mine and he raises an eyebrow suggestively. "Be careful with the words you choose," he says. "Anything is a very broad term."

  "I know what I said," I reply. My pussy is already wet with anticipation. I had thought about him as well, and now that I know he wants me, to hell with the taboo of him being my step brother. I just want him to fuck me. Hard.

  He again just looks at me without saying anything for what feels like minutes, his eyes still drilling into me, almost as if they were trying to push through and see my limits. Growing up Jason always seemed like such a straight laced guy, but my mind flashes back to some of the stuff I found on his computer. There is obviously a darker side to him. He finally nods at me.

  "Here's how it's going to work," he says. "You will do everything I ask without question or hesitation. If you do that, both of us will leave here satisfied. Understand?"

  I'm still not clear if what he means is that if I make him happy, then he'll pay for my school, or if I make him cum he'll return the favor. Right now I'm hoping it's the latter, because I don't even care about school at the moment. Something about Jason's authoritative tone is making me very wet, and all I want to do is wrap my legs around his face and have him lick me until I scream. My pussy yearns to feel his touch, so I just nod at him until I see him smile.

  My billionaire brother immediately stands and reaches out to take hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet as well. He walks slowly around in a circle, his eyes drinking in each curve of my body. I'm starting to believe what he's said about thinking about me all these years. It's in his eyes and the way he's drinking me in.

  His hand reaches up slowly and touches my face, running warm fingers down my skin and to my neck, sending shivers up my spine. His hand continues to descend, wherever we make contact he leaves behind a trail of goose bumps. He finally reaches my breasts and traces along the tops of them, above the bra. First on my right and then over to my left. His fingers slip down under the top of the lace and I can feel the backs of them barely graze against my nipple, causing me to inhale sharply, hoping he'll continue. This is it. My step brother is touching my tits. If I don't stop him now, there's no going back from this.

  There's no way I'm stopping him.

  His thumb and fingers close on the fabric around my breast and then suddenly he gives a yank, tearing the material from my chest. I let out a huge gasp and he immediately grabs my nipple hard, giving it a squeeze and sending a bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. I cry out, more in surprise than pain, but he only grabs the other one with his free hand and does the same thing.

  I stand in shock as my brother pulls hard on my nipples, staring down at my tits as he does. When he finally stops, he bends forward and takes one of them in his mouth, sucking gently as if to sooth away the pain he had just inflicted. The other hand grabs my free breast and squeezes, this time not as hard and grasping the entire thing instead of just the tip.

  I reach up and run my hands along his back, surprised again at how muscular he feels under his shirt. I don't remember him being so well built. He must have been spending a lot of time in the gym since I last saw him.

  Jason suddenly straightens and snaps at me. "Did I say you could touch me?" he asks. My eyes go wide and I give a little shake of my head.

  He gives me a hard look and then reaches up and quickly undoes his tie, pulling it off. He grabs both my wrists and wraps the tie around them, binding them together as he pulls me roughly forward with the free end toward the far side of the room. He drags me to a brass pole that is fastened to both the floor and ceiling that the girls used for private dances.

  Jason fastens me to it, tying me so tightly to the pole that I can't even stand up straight. When he finally lets me go, I give a little experimental tug and find I can't move away at all.

  In my current position, bent over and immobilized, I feel very exposed - even for a stripper. My C cup tits are hanging down like udders and my ass is raised up in the air, my short skirt
barely covering it. I can't see Jason, but I feel his hand glide down under me and grab my nipple once more, giving it another pull until he hears me gasp again. He grunts his approval and then moves behind me where I can no longer see him.

  It's quiet for a couple of minutes and I have no idea what he's doing. Eventually, I feel both of his hands grab my ass and squeeze. He continues to do that, kneading my cheeks like dough and massaging away some of my tension. He keeps rubbing, his hands touching both my panties and the flesh under my skirt until I feel my pussy start to moisten. Finally he hooks his fingers into my panties and I'm glad that he's finally going to touch my flesh more directly.

  But just as suddenly as before, he yanks hard and tears the cloth from around my waist. Immediately I feel the flat of his hand slap hard against my bare ass as he flips my skirt up to gain more direct access. I cry out again and want to tell him to stop, but remember what he said earlier and hold my tongue. I'm a big girl, I can handle a bit of a spanking. I recall the images from his computer again. This is the kind of thing that gets him off.

  His palms continue to rain down on my ass, the loud slaps ringing in my ears and stinging me with each connection. Strangely, however, I find that my pussy feels like it is getting even wetter with each spank, yearning to be touched even more. He finally stops and I can hear some sounds from behind, like he's rustling around. Eventually he walks forward and I see he's completely naked, having just shed his clothes.

  My eyes immediately go to his cock, which is impossible not to since it takes up my whole field of vision. It's a monster, easily ten inches and at least as thick as my wrist. It juts out in front of him, bobbing as he walks. It's the first time I've really seen my brother's dick. I remember thinking about it a few times when we were younger, but I never got a glimpse of it. I have to admit, it's a lot bigger than I thought it would be.

  It's also completely hard and I can see a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip. He continues to walk forward until the tip is directly in front of my mouth. From the angle I'm in, I'm lined up with it perfectly. I know what he wants, but now that it's right here in front of me, I'm starting to have second thoughts. Can I really suck my brother's dick?

  Even as I'm still considering it, I watch helplessly as he reaches forward and grabs me by the hair, giving my head a good yank. As I open my mouth in surprise and pain, he thrusts forward and shoves at least half of his length inside of me. I almost choke, but quickly recover and open wider to let more of him in. I can taste the salty musk of his cock on my tongue as I swirl it around, enjoying both the taste and sensation of him sliding in and out despite the sting from my head as he pulls on my hair. The answer is yes. I can suck his dick. And it turns out I like it. I finally decide to just give in entirely. Fuck the taboo nature of what we're doing. I want as much of Jason as I can get.

  He continues to fuck my face for a few minutes and I'm getting use to his girth, starting to enjoy it even. Especially as I think about having his thickness inside my pussy.

  Every few thrusts I feel him push even deeper into my mouth and he's already at the back of my throat. Fortunately I don't have much of a gag reflex, something my boyfriends have always been happy about, and so I don't mind as the tip of his cock presses deeply past my tonsils. His thickness fills me so much I can feel each ridge and vein as it slides along my tongue and the insides of my cheeks. He's moving somewhat slowly though, so I have a feeling he isn't planning on wasting his cum in my mouth. Good.

  I'm not surprised when he finally pulls out and moves back around behind me. I hear a familiar crinkling sound and turn my head to watch as he opens up a condom and rolls it along his massive erection. I let my head swing back around and rest against my arms, waiting for him to press into my waiting pussy. I'm tingling in anticipation of feeling that huge dick slide into my wet gash.

  I feel his fingers finally run along my ass and then dip underneath, pressing hard into my pussy which is fortunately wet enough already that he slides right in. He pumps with his hand a few times and then removes it, running his wet fingers back up and between my bum. I immediately feel a pressure on my asshole and before I can react he's slipped one of his wet digits right into my tight, virgin rosebud. I let out a yelp and this time I decide to protest. "Not there," I say. "I've never done that."

  His finger doesn't exit, but he does respond. "Are you sure, Cindy? You did say anything. You want to make me happy, don't you?" I'm distracted by his deep, calming voice. I really did want to please him, but I've never given anyone access to my ass before. And he's my brother. My hot, sexy, billionaire brother. When I don't protest, he takes my silence as acceptance to continue and pushes his finger in again even deeper. I let out a groan, unsure what to do. It doesn't actually hurt as much as I thought it would, his finger is very well lubricated from being in my soaked pussy.

  At the same time, he pushes his hips forward and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my vagina. With little warning, he thrusts forward and immediately sinks his entire length into me, banging hard against my cervix and causing me to yell out again. "Oh my god," I gasp, as he starts to pull back again, drawing his length slowly along my insides and then shoving it back in, not quite as deep this time. It feels incredible to be so full, each inch of my pussy being stimulated at once. He begins to thrust in and out with his cock but at the same time, his finger keeps the rhythm in my ass. In fact, I can't tell for sure but I think by now he has actually worked two digits into my rear.

  I'm completely stretched in both of my holes, and it feels fantastic. Like nothing I've ever felt before, and my orgasm is starting to build, little sparks of pleasure rolling through my body. I begin to push back with my ass in time with his cock and hands, anxious to feel him back inside me each time he starts to withdraw.

  Just as I'm nearly ready to cum, he pulls out completely with both his dick and his fingers and I moan in disappointment at the sudden feeling of emptiness, my orgasm tantalizingly out of reach. I want to reach back and pull him back inside of me, but my hands are bound and I'm helpless against his whims. I hear an elastic type sound and a snap, right before I see the condom fly across the room as he pulls it off and it gets away from him. Is he done? Did he already cum?

  Suddenly I feel a pressure against my ass again and I wonder if we're about to resume where we'd left off but worry about getting pregnant. I should be worried about more than that, but I figure a man of Jason's means is probably pretty clean. And he probably knows I am as well since we all had to submit regular STD tests to the club. But he's my brother, and getting pregnant by him would catastrophic.

  But the pressure against my butthole is harder than before, as if he's trying to get even more fingers inside of my rear end, maybe even his whole fist. But as soon as I feel both of his hands grasp my hips, I know immediately what's going on, and the only positive about it is that it means I can forget about my fear of getting pregnant. Before I can protest, he pushes forward and sinks his thick cock inside my rectum. This time I let out more than just a cry, I literally scream in pain at the intrusion. It's just too big.

  My brother stops for a moment, letting my ass get use to his size. I consider again asking him to stop, but I've already come this far, and I still really want to cum. His cock is already splitting me in two, I may as well let him finish and try and get myself off at the same time. Besides, the longer we sit here the less it's starting to hurt.

  Jason starts to pull slowly back and then push slowly forward once more. I relax my muscles and feel him slide a lot easier. Just as I'm thinking about how I wish my hands were free so I can rub my clit, I feel him lean forward along my back and reach with his own hand between my legs. He finds my hard little nub and begins to rub it, making circles in time with the thrusts against my still loosening asshole. Thankfully he's remembered our deal. I'm making him feel good, and he isn't forgetting to return the favor.

  He starts to pick up speed, and I'm shocked to find my pleasure begin to build again, taking up whe
re it had left off. My orgasm isn't far and each movement with my ass from his immensely thick cock is causing enough pressure to bear down on my pussy to stimulate it. That, along with his fingers on my clit, is resulting in a rush of pleasure that is building up deep within me.

  He begins to move faster and faster until he finally slams hard against my hips one last time just as my entire body tenses up, squeezing his cock firmly in my anal cavity even as it empties a torrent of cum within my bowels. I let out a loud moan as I feel all the tension release, shivering uncontrollably in one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Jason's cock continues to twitch inside me a couple more times before he withdraws and falls to the floor in exhaustion. I immediately fall to my own knees and collapse forward against the pole, resting my head against my bound arms.

  We're quiet for a few moments, both catching our breath and thinking about what we've done. I feel a dribble of cum leak out of my newly stretched ass and run down the inside of my thigh.

  Finally I hear my brother speak. "Yes. I'm definitely glad I found you again, sis. "