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I got all cleaned up for my mother's wedding, and during the entire ceremony, the stiffness I felt in my ass from my sexcapade with Rupert was a nice, rosy reminder of our intimate moments just a little bit ago. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle what was going on between us, but he was right, I couldn't run away until I knew for sure if this was something real or not between us.

I think it bugged me that he was right. He seemed so cocky and arrogant at times, but I don't think he was trying to be, I think he was just confident and believed what he was saying. I could barely focus during the wedding, I was thinking about Rupert who kept sending me smoldering glances during the wedding that had me blushing.

My mother finally caught one of the looks between us and raised a brow. She gave me a look that said 'this is not the time or place'. I knew that look well. It's the one she'd given me growing up all the time right before the verbal warning came that my ass would be in major trouble the minute we were alone.

I averted my eyes from Rupert's, I focused for the rest of the wedding, thought I found it hard to ignore him. My mother kept giving me glances during the reception that said she was going to talk to me before they went off on their honeymoon. They were going to some exotic island that I'd never heard of, and wasn't invited along on. I would be staying here.

With Rupert.

Gulping at the thought of all the trouble the two of us could get into trouble with, I laughed a little. We weren't teenagers, and just because we'd become step-siblings when my mother had married his father, we hadn't grown up together and we were already involved.

I had avoided Rupert before the wedding, but I had noticed him. I had noticed his volunteer work, and that he was out with his horses each day working hard. He did a lot of training himself and he gave riding lessons to disabled children. He was a good man and did a lot of good deeds, despite having a playboy reputation. No one had mentioned all the little things he did. The non-exciting gossipy things. They focused on his charm, and good looks and sex appeal and the tabloids had painted a pretty sexy picture and created a reputation I had bought into.

Underneath all of that, was a good man, with a good heart. A man a woman could love, if she'd let herself. The sex was out of this world. He was just the right kind of dominating lover in the bedroom, while still being excited by his woman's pleasure and ensuring she had fun along the way that made it hard to resist falling into bed with him. Or the nearest linen closet.

He was crooking his finger at me trying to get me to come across the room to him, and sipped my glass of champagne and shook my head and mouthed the word 'no' at him.

Furrowing his brow he pointed again and gave me a look that said he'd make me pay for it if I didn't listen to him, I wasn't sure why I listened, but before I knew it, I was across the room facing him.

"What do you want?" I hissed at him. I convinced myself I'd walked over there to keep from causing a scene. It had nothing to do with visions of us in a linen closet together with me on my knees tasting him.

"You, of course." He grinned at me and had a waiter refill my glass. When the waiter left he faced me. "I never thought of myself as the type to settle down and get married, but when I picture my life without you Lara, I'm willing to take that leap of faith. I don't believe in divorce, I want you to think about where this is going between us, because if I go all in, I don't go back."

I stared at him, in open mouth shock and then tried to brush him off with an awkward joke. "Well, you do go back. In the back of me, that is."

"Lara!" He glared at me and looked around to make sure no one heard me.

Satisfied that I rattled his cage a little I sipped my drink and watched him over the rim of my glass. I sent him a naughty smile and realized that these little verbal games with him were something I looked forward too. The hot looks he sent me had me dreaming and wanting more, and the actual real experience left me completely satiated and impatient for our next encounter.

"I don't know where I stand with all of this Rupert, but I'm coming to terms with the fact that I want to find out." I told him quietly. "If you break my heart though, I swear to god I'll castrate you."

"I would expect nothing less." He told me, and he kissed me. Shocking many of the people around us. He grabbed my wrist to keep me from spilling the glass that I was about to drop and pulled me closer to him. He had no shame and he'd just publicly declared me as his.

When he pulled back to look at me, I'd forgotten where we were standing for a moment and why. Seeing my mom look at me across the room I blushed and hoped she wasn't upset. Instead, she winked at me and sent me a little sign of thumbs up.

"Rupert, you realize we can't go back. They took our picture; it's going to be in the papers." I blinked at him, almost wishing I could fall through the floor.

"Let them. You're mine Lara, I wasn't going to publicly declare my intentions until you'd come around, but I knew from the moment I met you, that you were destined to be mine." He told me and touched my cheek lightly before grinning at me. "Besides, you owe me a return favor."

"A favor?" I blinked at him in confusion.

"Yes, I have a few things planned for that mouth of yours as soon as we can get out of our family obligations of making a long enough appearance to appease the masses. You're going to be mine, Princess. I'm planning on doing filthy, dirty things to that mouth of yours as soon as we are alone." He promised me with such a hot, smoldering look, all I could do is nod in agreement.

This party couldn't end fast enough.

The End

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Prince Rupert And Lara

Stepbrother Romance

By: Lisa Cartwright

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I smiled at Rupert. We were sitting in a limo together going to a night club and I kept putting my hands on his legs. He'd requested me not to wear any panties under my long black dress for the night. While I was a little worried about being spotted by the tabloids and someone trying to get a crotch shot. I didn’t want to be in the tabloids, much less having my bare pussy in a picture for some paparazzi jerk. I did find it exciting that he knew I wasn't wearing any panties. It kept my body in a constant state of arousal. 

"Lara, will you quit that?" Rupert whispered to me.  I kept rubbing my hand across his cock. Making it hard and causing it to press against his pants. Precum was leaking out of the head of his cock and making a wet spot on the front of his pants. It was going to make exiting the limo quite the scene. Maybe the paparazzi would notice his bulge and not my pantiles crotch. He didn't want to walk into the club with an obvious raging boner, though I had promised him if we found a dark corner I could always... help with the problem.

"Behaving isn't always fun." I told him and pouted but I sat back and kept my hands to myself like he asked. I watched the city lights pass us by. The city really was beautiful, as was most of the country he would one day rule. My mom and her new husband were back from their honeymoon and being kept very busy. I was glad I wasn't the Queen, but being involved with Rupert did force some extra responsibilities on me.  Like making appearances in public. I would one day be the Queen, but I didn’t have to think about it for a while. There was a lot I needed to learn about being the Queen of a country. But with the King and my mother, the Queen, both being in good health, I had time to learn. I hadn't realized how planned most of these outings were, even if you were allowed to have fun. You had to do enough work and play to be seen doing both. Rupert and I had talked about the long-term potential of our relationship, but I was dragging my feet. The thought of marriage had me in a near panic attack. After the way my Dad had destroyed my parent’s marriage with infidelity, I was extremely cautious about getting married. I almost never wanted to get married, it had scarred me that bad. How could my father have done that? Didn’t he love my mom? If he loved my mom, and was still able to cheat on her. What was the point of falling in love and getting married? It would all end badly anyways.

He wanted to marry me, but I was worried it wouldn't last. The sex was amazing, and what I felt for him sure seemed like I loved him, but I couldn't quite separate the love out from lust. It was all just a tangled mess in my brain. He was being patient with me, but what I think worried me the most was how confident he was that I was the woman for him and he didn't want or need anyone else. He barely knew me, and, for all I knew, he could just be telling me this to make me fall for him.

How could he know? Before my dad had died, he'd had many mistresses. I was surprised my mother had remarried. She'd always swore she'd never bother to fall in love again, and that she couldn't handle her husband's lack of interest over time.

I was worried of falling in the same trap. Loving a man who couldn't love just one woman. Rupert had been in all the tabloids, as a playboy. The magazines had written a number of articles about his free spirit and fun loving side. The multiple women he had been seen with throughout the world. Could he be faithful? Or would his future wife be in the same situation my mother was in? I know it's probably a biased fear based on what I'd seen growing up, but I never thought my mother would remarry again. I might just have to ask her what made her brave enough to take that leap. I looked over at Rupert and I could see spending my life with him, holding a babe in my arms that we created together, and at the same time I was afraid. The anxiety from this emotional train wreck was getting to me.

Sex was fun, but when you got your heart so involved, then what? What happens if they change their mind about it five years from now? How do you know it's worth the risk? I knew if I let myself love him, it would shatter me if he changed his mind. I don't think I was the type to give my heart to more than one person. I had boyfriends in the past and I'd always held a piece of me back. It's why none of the relationships had ever worked out.

Yet Rupert did things to me, to my brain, and to my heart that made it impossible to keep my walls up. He seeped into my being, like water through cracks. I couldn’t keep him out and I had tried. He worked his way between my legs, and in my brain in a way where I couldn't even be apart from him for more than a few hours without wishing I could see him again. I knew that the deeper I got involved with him, the greater the risk of getting hurt. I also knew that from the moment I met him, I couldn't resist him. Much like a moth to a flame.

So far, I was enjoying every moment of it. There was a niggling in the back of my brain though that had me worried about the repercussions of our actions and choices.  As step brother and sister now, and royalty, we were under scrutiny by everyone. Everything we did would become public. We tried to handle our affair quietly enough that we could keep some details private. I was having a hard time adjusting to the hordes of paparazzi taking my picture nonstop. The public appearances to appease the masses was just onerous.

I admit, seeing the women throw themselves at Rupert had me laughing. I wasn't jealous exactly, but I did feel a little possessive. He didn't even seem to notice them. They could have been flies buzzing ab=round him for all the attention he paid to them. I wasn't sure if it was sad that they threw themselves at a man just because of his title, or stupid that they'd go after a man they knew nothing about. For all they knew, he might beat them if they even opened their mouth. Okay, maybe that was just my fantasy of him bending me over and spanking me.

I was picturing myself laying across his lap. My dress pulled up to my hips baring my naked ass. I could almost feel the sting of his hand on my flesh. Rupert must have noticed me grinning at the erotic images in my mind, because he raised an eyebrow at me. He gave me a questioning look that I was coming to understand, at too clearly. He was expecting me to explain what I was thinking at that moment.

"Spankings." I said simply with an impish grin directed at him.

"You want my hand to redden your ass?" Rupert whispered seductively to me which had me blushing slightly.

"I was just thinking about spankings. Well, more about the women who throw themselves at you, without knowing you. You could be abusive and want to beat them. Then the thought veered off into you spanking me and went downhill from there. Or would it be considered uphill? If I find it exciting and wouldn't mind you doing it to me." I asked him with a sweet smile. Shaking my head, I laughed at myself for having those thoughts. Sometimes it would be nice to get my brain to quiet down for just a little bit. Rupert was able to sit still and quiet like a statue. He rarely showed emotions, and never gave away what he was thinking. I sometimes wondered if he ever felt anything in social situations.

I survived them, but I always had this tiny bit of anxiety surrounding my new royal life. I was constantly worried about all the things that could go wrong. There were all the rules I had to remember, social etiquettes, and the mass of high society people I had to know. For instance, you're not allowed to punch tabloid reporters if they grope your ass. The one time, Rupert had caught my fist mid-swing and quickly escorted me out of the situation. He'd been amused at my natural reaction to a stranger trying to grab my ass, and had even been proud of me for defending my virtue. Even though, it wasn’t accepted as the proper response to the incident.

Then he had lectured me on not using my brain. He made me realize that if I had punched that guy, I would have given him a much juicer and inappropriate story to write about, not to mention, a much bigger nose. Instead I should have just walked away myself and let security handle it.

Rupert had a point, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. It would have felt good to punch the guy, just on principle. The only person I allowed to grope me was Rupert.

"We are here. Are you ready to go in?" Rupert asked me as the limo pulled in front of the night club and the door was opened by the driver.

"As much as I'll ever be." I told him and let them help me out of the car. I had to remember to walk slow and even in high heels, especially on uneven concrete. To be honest, I wished I could run around barefoot. I knew I had to wear the heels. Although deep down, I really was a barefoot running in grass kind of girl. I just couldn't let anyone know that. A princess didn't get grass stains on her skirt.

"You look beautiful tonight, if I haven't told you already." Rupert whispered in my ear as we walked past the line of people and straight into the club. The bouncer glanced at us and let us pass through the doors without a word. I suppose being royalty had its privileges. The club was clogged with smoke and the speakers seemed to be bursting with loud music. Rupert escorted me carefully to a back of the club where the private area was at. Entering the closed off V.I.P. area, we found a quieter table to sit at. I noticed the security guards stayed on the other side of the roped off area. I'd almost forgotten that we could never travel anywhere without a security team.

"Don't you ever get sick of those guys watching your every move?" I asked Rupert after he ordered us some drinks and the waitress left to get our order.

"Not really. When you're used to having them around, it is almost more odd when they aren’t around." Rupert smiled at her. "Although, as a teenager, I made a couple of attempts to escape them just to prove I could.” Falling into a story he started” One time I was at a diner. I went into a bathroom and climbed out the window. I went back to the font of the diner and sat back at the table. I was just finishing my meal when they came rushing back through the diner looking for me. I was laughing the whole time they took me back home. It was funny until they escorted me to my father’s library. My father wasn’t happy with me and proceeded to lecture me on my safety, and respecting my guards.” Rupert had a silly grin on his face while he talked. “I was truly a shit to my guards through most of my teen years. I felt they were keeping me from all the fun.” He shrugged off the memories and focused back on me.

"Well weren't you just a little scamp." I said laughing and put my hand on his knee under the table.

"Enjoy your drink, relax, let's dance a bit, and have fun tonight. Tomorrow we need to talk about our future. Tonight, I just want us to enjoy ourselves." Rupert told me and leaned over to press a quick kiss to my lips. His hand fondled my breast, which made my breath catch. I was worried about people seeing him grope me in public, but the V.I.P. area was closed off to most casual observers.

Talk about our future? I felt a shiver go up my spine, and couldn’t tell if it was from his hand, or his words. Still, I decided to take his advice and try to relax. For now, smiling at him I picked up my drink when the waitress brought it back and took a big swig out of it. Watching the dance floor, I finished my drink quickly and I felt a little dizzy afterwards. I was never much of a drinker. Rupert had changed things about me, perhaps this was another of those things. Getting a little tipsy, I felt all my muscles in my body start to relax and then I was ready to dance.

Pulling on Rupert's hand I pulled him towards the dance floor. People moved out of the way to make room for the Prince and his date in the middle of the floor. With all the people dancing it made them a bit crowded, but they didn’t seem to mind. I think they enjoyed having the Prince in their midst. It probably made them feel closer to the ruling family. The drink I had made me feel the music in my body. Every thump of the bass, and every word reverberating inside of me. I danced close to Rupert as I slowly started to grind against him to the music. I put my legs on either side of one of his legs and pressed my heated pussy onto his thigh.  I could feel his hand roaming over my body while his other one cupped my ass. Pulling me harder onto his thigh. I could feel my clit rubbing against the fabric of my dress. Every once in a while, he would pinch my nipple or squeeze my tit. He was teasing my body, getting me more heated up. I finally leaned close to him and pressed my whole body against him, grinding against him.

"I want you Rupert. Can we go, now?" I whispered to him. "We made our appearance in public, let's go home."

"I've got a better idea," Rupert told me, and he took me back to the table to order us another round of drinks. He had me sit next to him. He put his hand under the table. At first, I wasn't sure what he was doing. When the waitress brought the drinks, I grabbed my drink and took a gulp. I choked when I felt his hand slip under my dress, up my leg, and between my thighs.

I darted a glance at his face and his expression was of sweet innocence. He knew exactly what he was doing, but he was an expert at not showing it. I tried to match his air of innocence, but I shivered as his fingers tickled the insides of my thighs. I put my hand on his upper arm and gripped it tightly. My hand holding the drink shook slightly as he toyed with my lips. I finished it quickly so I could put it back on the table. I didn’t need a cold drink in my lap, his fingers were getting enough reaction on their own.

He quickly found his way to my wetness and he pressed fingers against my clit. I moaned softly and tried not to shut my eyes instinctively. The heavy music and dancing going on in front of us made it so no one noticed us in the dark corner of the back of the room. This was naughty, but I couldn’t form the words to tell him to stop, nor did I want to. So instead, I shifted my hips pressing against his fingers harder, encouraging him.