Dearest Stepbrother Romance: Billionaire Standalone (3 page)

Brad

This was the day. Helen and Sarah arrived at the house and I had to help them with their bigs. I’d be confronted with Sarah again for the first time in weeks. As always she looked stunning, wearing those jeans shorts and the white shirt on top of it. I could feel my cock press up against zipper again and hoped for them not to notice it.

I greeted Sarah with a kiss and my heart filled with warmth at the smell of her lovely scent. I immediately knew this were going to be two insanely hard weeks for me. I’d have to find a way to avoid her on moments it was difficult for me not to grab her and kiss her. There was no way I could allow myself to do that, especially not with my dad and Helen around. Imagine if they’d ever find out.

The day went by pretty fast and easy, up until now I’d done a good job at keeping my desire for her on a low. It was not until late at night that the real trouble began. We sat in front of the TV, the four of us. Dad and Helen sat on their couch and Sarah and me sat on our own, each on one side of it. Since it was a family night and it was already pretty late, she was wearing her comfy clothes or the clothes she slept with, I didn’t know. What I did know is that she looked incredibly sexy. She wore shorts and a top, the shorts showed a lot more of her legs than her other did. I couldn’t keep myself from glancing at her every once and a while, hoping she wouldn’t notice it. She probably didn’t realize it herself, but I could see the lower side of her ass peek through her shorts, just a little bit. She lay on her side against the side of the couch, her ass faced my direction. I stared at her top for a couple of seconds, contemplating whether or not she was wearing a bra. It was her comfy clothing after all, so it was possible she wasn’t wearing it. The third time I looked however, a breeze of wind moved through the room and her nipples stiffened, slightly showing through her top.

My cock grew hard again and I got the urge of facing toward her, pull down her pants and fuck her right there on the couch. Thrusting against that beautiful ass of hers while grabbing one of her boobs. Shit. It was getting worse again. I had to get out of here, I had to focus on something else. I got up and walked out of the living room, I saw her looking at me in the corner of my eye. I let out a huge breath and got in my car, ready to drive off to a yet undecided place. It didn’t matter anyway, I’d be good as long as I was away from her. That way it was impossible for me to give in to her.

Eventually I arrived at a bar and had a few drinks until a beautiful young lady approached me. She seemed to be a little older than Sarah though, she claimed to be twenty-two but I didn’t buy it. She was the kind of girl I’d take home without thinking but this time I actually doubted about it. This wasn’t like me. I emptied my last shot and took her home with me. If I fucked her, I’d surely lose my interest in Sarah because I wouldn’t be horny again for a few days. At least that was what I hoped.

We arrived at the house and I immediately noticed Sarah staring out the window, spying on me. Things like this made me think she was still into me as well, making me that more scared. If she’d ever give me the slightest hint of wanting me, I’d give in without a doubt.

I ignored her and pretended I didn’t see her and made my way to my room, guiding the lady with me. I knew Sarah would hear most of the sounds we made and that was perfect. She needed to realize there would never happen anything again between the both of us, that would make it a lot easier for me. If she didn’t want me, I’d have an easier time to deal with my desire for her.

As I undressed the woman I couldn’t help but think about Sarah, she kept popping up in my mind. What was wrong with me? Was I going insane? I had a beautiful woman with me and all I could do was think about Sarah. I wasn’t going to ruin this wonderful one-night-stand. I worked my magic and made her come, she moaned and even screamed afterwards, it was perfect. There was no way Sarah hadn’t heard it, now she would definitely know what the actual deal was between the two of us. The girls spread her legs, inviting me to fuck her. I pushed my cock inside of her but all I could do was wishing it was Sarah that lay here. What was going on with me? I used to have no trouble whatsoever to fuck someone I barely knew and now I was wishing for her to another woman? How in the world did it come to this point?

I thrust her a few times but it just wasn’t the same. She lay beneath me, willingly, wanting me to fuck her. What more could a man dream of? And yet it wasn’t working for me. I got a whisky dick like I called it, even though I knew it wasn’t the booze causing this. I knew well enough I couldn’t get it hard because I was thinking about Sarah all the time and she wasn’t here. This was a first for me, never had I failed at having sex. I told the woman I’d drunk too much and she’d better leave, which she did. I didn’t even feel embarrassed about it, I was more mad about the fact that I kept imagining Sarah, that my mind kept thinking about her. How was I ever going to get rid of those thoughts? She practically lived inside of my mind.

After the woman had left I lay on my back on the bed, thinking about a way to fix this. To my own regret I saw no other way than to actually do what I craved for, no matter how wrong it was. This was consuming me in a way I couldn’t get rid of so I didn’t have much of a choice.

Sarah

The next day I woke up to the sound of my phone, after an extremely bad night of sleep. It was Kurt, my ex-boyfriend. I ignored the phone call and took a shower, getting ready to start my day. When I’d entered my room again however, he was calling me again. My towel was wrapped around my body so I crossed the room and answered it.

“Why are you calling me Kurt?” I asked him.

“You know damn well why I’m calling you, you need to come back to me.”

“I’m never coming back to you again Kurt, it’s over. You’re not worth my time,” I snapped at him.

“I was the best thing that ever happened to you, don’t be silly. You better come back to me or you’ll be sorry,” he threatened.

“Stop threatening me, just forget it. We’re never getting back together Kurt, never!” I slightly yelled and ended the conversation.

“Is everything alright?” Brad stood in the doorway, staring at me.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” I nodded.

“Are you sure?” he asked me. You sounded kind of mad.

“That’s because I was mad indeed. It was my ex-boyfriend, nothing major. He uhm… he calls me every once and a while,” I lied. Kurt called me a lot, threatening me and demanding me to come back to him. We were in a relationship for almost six years, he was my teenage crush at the time. But as we got older, things got worse. He started to get abusive and was away a lot, late at night. I was certain he was cheating on me but I could never find a way to prove it. Until one day I came home early from work and I’d caught him in bed with a friend of mine. From that moment on my trust in people was crushed, I hated everyone and everything. We broke up almost a year ago and hasn’t stopped calling me since. My mom pulled me through that dark period of my life and made me see and appreciate the positive things in life again. I owed a lot to her and therefore I’d be forever in her debt.

Lately Kurt’s behaviour had gotten a lot worse though, he used to call me once a week, which I thought was a lot already since we broke up. But until recently he kept calling me multiple times a day, sending me text messages when I didn’t answer the phone. But it was none of Brad’s business, I didn’t want to involve him with Kurt anyway, Kurt was a bad influence on everyone.

“Okay then. Just wanted to check if you were alright.” He gave me a smile.

“I’m fine.” I met his smile with one of my own. “You can go now.” I nodded at him, it seemed like he had missed the fact that I was standing there with only a towel wrapped around my body.

“Right,” he answered. “But listen, about last night,” he started.

“Don’t start. It’s okay, I don’t need to hear it. You have your life and I have mine, I understand,” I interrupted him.

“But…”

“No but. It’s fine, now leave,” I snapped at him. He stared me in the eyes for a moment and then left, closing the door behind him. I watched as he walked, so manly and so attractive. But still my stepbrother and still the guy who hurt me by sleeping with another woman. A guy that did that to me didn’t deserve me. Besides, it was for the best like this. A stepbrother and stepsister shouldn’t have anything to do with each other sexually.

I sat down on the side of my bed and sighed. I’d snapped at Brad and it felt bad, I actually felt sorry for him. But I had to stay strong, I had to make a point and I was sure I’d succeeded in doing that.

My phone rang and I checked it, Kurt again. This guy was getting on my nerves, he was practically stalking me right now. I was sure I could go to the police for something like this, but I was sure it’d stay with calling only. He’d never do much more besides calling and messaging me. At least that’s what I hoped.

Brad

I stood in front of my mirror and brushed my teeth, getting ready for the day. After the bad experience I’d had the other night it was obvious I had to set things straight with Sarah. There was no doubt I felt something for her, why else would she be on my mind all the time? Why else was she the first one to succeed in gaining my interest that much, that I practically became obsessed with her?

After having put on my clothes I was ready for the day. Just some more perfume and I was ready to go. Suddenly I heard someone shouting, almost screaming really. It was Sarah, something was wrong. I rushed outside my room and slammed open her door. There she stood, her eyes bulged open and looking at me, a towel wrapped around her body. This time however I didn’t focus on the fact she was barely covered, I was more concerned with what was going on. Apparently her ex-boyfriend had called her and she yelled at him. It got me thinking, why would her ex-boyfriend still call her? And when he did, why would she scream at him? Maybe there was still something they had to settle between the both of them, or maybe he’d just said something wrong. I knew damn well how women could react in some situations. I’d probably never know because she didn’t want to tell me. She was probably still mad about the fact I’d had sex with another woman last night even though I couldn’t really count that as sex. Sure my cock had been inside of her for a few minutes but it went flaccid real soon, much to my own annoyance.

I really wanted to apologize for what happened the past few weeks, how I’d treated her bad and how I’d used another woman to make something clear to her. That wasn’t the right way to handle that and she didn’t deserve that either. She was too much of a nice girl to play with like that. My time for an apology would come sooner or later, but it had to wait because she didn’t give me the chance to this time.

With a sigh I left the room and headed downstairs to get breakfast. I’d make it up to her soon enough, when she wasn’t as angry as she seemed to be right now.

Sarah

During the entire day Kurt kept calling me, he’d occupied my phone the entire time. It was so annoying but what was I supposed to do with it? Maybe I could just have his number get blocked so I’d be rid of him. Part of me was scared of that option, scared that Kurt would show up and try to hurt me. He’d hit me during our relationship so he surely wouldn’t keep himself from not doing so this time. Luckily I stayed at Brad’s house so there was no way he could find me.

The next message I’d received sent a chill through my spine and for a moment it seemed as if time stood still.

“I’m inside your house right now. Where are you?” his message read. He’d broken into my house? What was that all about? Surely he was kidding about that. That was just plain burglary, what a freak! What was I supposed to do now? Call the police? Maybe that would make matters even worse. He always found a way to get out sooner and he’d just come see me again right after. He’d done so before and he’d do it again without a doubt.

I took a walk on the beach to think the situation through, looking for the best possible solution. I was so afraid right now.

Brad

I stood on the terrace at the back of the house, it overlooked the beach and the see. Sarah was walking on the beach on her own and seemed to be talking to herself. Weird. She was probably still mad about me and needed to get it off her chest.

The doorbell rang and I waited for someone to go get it, I was already outside anyway. The doorbell rang a second time.

“Dad!” I yelled. “There’s someone at the door.”

No response.

“Damn, I have to do everything around here,” I said to myself.

I opened the door and an unknown person stood in front of it, looking at me with squinched eyes. He was tall, but still shorter than me. A little belly showed through his shirt and his clothes looked old. What was this guy’s problem?

“Yes?” I asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Is Sarah here?” he asked me without even having the decency to introduce himself.

“That depends. Who wants to know?” I stared him deep in the eyes.

“Kurt. I’m uh… an old friend of hers.” He sighed.

“An old friend you say?” I squinched my eyes and nodded. How weird that a stranger showed up asking for Sarah on the same day she’d freaked out about a phone call from her ex-boyfriend.

“Yes, I’ve known her for quite a while actually.” He laughed, but I could tell it was fake. The look in his eyes gave that away, it didn’t look genuine.

“I see. Well, there’s nobody called Sarah here, so you’ll have to search for her somewhere else.” I shook my head.

“Where is she?” he said in a raised voice and pushed open the door.

“I suggest you stay calm. It’s not smart to invade someone’s privacy if you don’t know whose it is,” I said to him as I grabbed his throat and pushed him against the wall next to the door. His face turned red and I had to release my grip. I’d gotten so mad after I’d found out he was her ex-boyfriend that I didn’t think about squeezing his neck too tight.

“You’re gonna be sorry about this! You’ve been warned!” he tried to yell, but he had to bend over and cough, trying to get some air again.

“Is that a threat?” I asked him and placed myself in front of him, lowering myself to speak to him as he was still coughing. “I know a lot of people who are very good at handling threats be it legal or illegal. So think wisely before you act.” I patted him on the back and closed the door, leaving him outside. Who did he think he was? I hoped Sarah would be rid of him now, this should’ve scared him enough.