Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance)

This
pack includes

Rebel
Step Brother
Man of the House
Billionaire Step Brother
My Wealthy Step Brother
The Right Step

Rebel
Step Brother

“He
was so bad, even if he wasn’t my stepbrother.  Everything this was wrong.  So
what did it feel so right?”
Jean
Carlo always did things his own way.  He was a cocky asshole and always had
been.  As they say, fortune favors the bold and he had become quite wealthy
All Jenni ever wanted was someone to take her away from her work a day life. When
she meets Jean Carlo, she realizes he may be just that man.

Jenni
finds happiness in an indiscretion and she would never regret the decision she
made that fateful day.

This
book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or
actual events is entirely coincidental.   Any names, characters, places,
businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright
 2015

        Jean Carlo walked into my room and began to
pepper me with questions, he could really be an asshole when he wanted to.  It
was this kind of foolishness I had been putting up with for years.

        “What are you doing?”

        “What do you mean what am I doing, it’s my
room.  I am sitting on my bed reading.”

        “Why are you wearing that?”

        “What do you mean?  Why am I wearing what?”

        “Well I can see right through your shirt and I
know you’re not wearing a bra.”

        I blushed with embarrassment, but then realized it was my room, why
shouldn’t I wear whatever it is that I want.  Moreover, it was a little
unnerving that he was looking at my boobs. 
What kind of perverted
stepbrother would do such a thing?

        “And those short shorts.  I can practically
see your pussy hanging out. What are you some kind of slut?”

        “What the fuck is wrong with you Jean Carlo? You’re
not even my real brother!  You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that.”
        “I’m older then you and I have to protect you, without me some boy may
take advantage of you.”

        “Some boy is going to take advantage of me? Right
here in my room?”

        “You never know.”

        Jean Carlo sent me a wicked smile, it was as if he was propositioning
me.  It felt weird to have him look at me that way, yet I could not help, but
be flattered.  He stared at me from the top of my head to the tip of my toe,
which made me cross my arms.  It felt as if he was peering into my soul, I felt
very naked.  I looked out of the top of my head at Jean Carlo, I was never a
very confident person and when people seemed to judge me I receded into my
shell.  Looking down came naturally to me. 
        Through it all, I could not help but think about how good looking he
was, his brazen good looks were only matched by his muscular physique.  He was
the kind of guy that was always playing sports.  He played a lot of hockey,
liked to jog and play tennis.  I began to imagine what he looked like under his
clothing and thought about his chiselled body, starting with his six pack.  I thought
about what it would be like to touch his six pack and run my hands up and down the
muscular bumps.  The heat began to build up between my legs as I parted my
lips.  Jean Carlo looked at me seductively and I was snapped back to reality. 

        “I am just screwing around with you!” Jean Carlo said jovially, while
tackling me on my bed and began ticking me.
        I laughed as we rolled around on the bed. I paid special attention to every
time he came close to my breasts. On more than one occasion his hand touched my
breast, I don’t think it was on purpose, but I don’t think it was exactly an
accident either.  Even if it was an accident, that didn’t mean it would turn me
on less.  His roaming hands were definitely searching for something.  He
continued to tickle me to the point that I couldn’t breathe. 

        “Stop Jean Carlo…..STOP.”

        Jean Carlo refused to stop tickling me and it was getting to a point of
being unenjoyable.  I tried to push him off of me but he was just too strong,
so I did the only thing that I could. Out of the corner of my eye and the only
place my hand could reach was between his legs. It was a moment of desperation
when I grabbed his cock.  He stopped immediately and looked at me.  To my
shock, it was as hard as a rock.  More shocking though was just the immense
size of it.  It felt more like a plantain then a cock.  Jean Carlo was only
wearing thin shorts and obviously no underwear, he never wore underwear.  I was
so shocked it was like my hand became stuck to it.  I just stared at him and he
just stared at me.  At this point it was to late to let go and pretend it was
an accident, we were at a standoff.
        “Well now that I have your attention are you going to stop tickling me?”

        Jean Carlo nodded. 
        “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

        Jean Carlo nodded.  It was my move to make or not make at this point. 
The heat welled up inside my core as I squeezed Jean Carlo’s cock hard.  He
jumped up as I did it, but made no attempt to get away.  His cock was hot in my
hands, I wanted to see it.  I was so taken in by the moment I had to continue.  I
slowly stroked his cock outside of his shorts and watched as his mouth fell open. 
He was enjoying this and so was I.  I lifted up his shorts and let his cock
spring out to attention.  He smiled as if to say, pretty impressive right? It
was pretty impressive, it was magnificent.  I sat and stared at his cock just
wanting it, but not sure what to do.  He looked at me expectantly waiting for
me to touch it.  I couldn’t, I could do nothing but look.  That was too much
cock for anyone and something about all of this still did not feel right.  There
was still time for me to stop all of this and get away.  Turning to get off of
my bed, Jean Carlo caught me and took matters into his own hands.  He was tired
of waiting for me to act.  So he stood up ripped off his shorts and then his
t-shirt, revealing his magnificent body.  It was just as I had pictured it in
my mind, his abs looked like they could have been in a magazine, and his chest
was that of a body builder, he was the epitome of perfection.  His cock stood
straight at attention wanting, waiting, and needing to be touched.  I had to get
away, this was not right.
        Jean Carlo leapt for me, I cowered back putting my arms over my face. 
It appeared as though I defended the wrong part of myself as my pants were
ripped from me with such force they almost left a burn.  I looked at him shocked,
but my look did not stop him.  He looked down at my glistening pussy with great
satisfaction.  He knew I wanted it, he could tell from how wet I was, anyone
could tell how much I wanted him by how wet I was.  My body had betrayed me.
        Jean Carlo dropped to his knees and began devouring my pussy.  This was
obviously not the first time he had done this.  He seemed to know just the
right places to lick.  At first I didn’t want to encourage him, but it felt so
good.  I tried to not like it, but there was no use.  Reaching for the bedposts
I began to pull away, but Jean Carlo just held me by my legs, preventing me
from moving away.  There was no use struggling and why was I struggling.  My
eyes kept rolling into the back of my head from the ecstasy.  I could no longer
resist.  He owned me now.  I moved my hips to meet his tongue, which prodded me
in every which way.  That only encouraged him to go deeper.  A flush came over me
that burned with a fire deep inside, my body ached for him as I reached back
and grabbed the sheets on my bed.  I arched my back unconsciously trying to get
him in deeper to me.  Then he was gone, I was so disappointed I looked up to
see where he had gone. 
        Jean Carlo stood back up, walked over to me and pulled my shirt up over
my head.  He stood by my face, saying nothing, just staring at me.  He made no
apologies and asked no questions.  I looked up at him and his enormous member
which still stood proud and hard right at face level.  Jean Carlo grabbed the
back of my head and brought it to his cock.  He rubbed his cock across my lips
which made me moan with desire.  I wanted it in my mouth.  In my sexual
encounters I had always been shy, but for this I was ready.  I opened my mouth
and began to suck the tip of his cock.  Putting it as deep in my mouth as I
could.  Jean Carlo was relentless in his pursuit of an orgasm as he thrust his
cock deep into my throat with reckless abandon.  He held onto the back of my
head seemingly carless to the fact that I was just trying to breathe, but he
took me right to the edge and brought me back.  He dominated me as only he
could and I loved that he knew how to take control. 

        Jean Carlo then ripped his cock from my mouth and in one swift motion,
pushed me back while flipping me over.  He grabbed one of my wrists, then the
other.  Then holding both of my wrists behind my back he straddled me.  Even if
I wanted to resist, I would not have been able he was just too strong.  Jean
Carlo then plunged his manhood in my already wet hole, never letting go of my
wrists.  I pushed back onto him and met him in the middle.  The feeling in me as
he slid in and out sent tingle all over my body, this was almost too much to
bear.   The feeling welling up inside me made me feel like my entire body was
contracting, like a star just before it explodes into a Supernova.  
        Jean Carlo’s pace quickened and I was unable to push back any longer
due to the electricity he sent down my spine.  It felt as if I was immobilized.  
All I could do was squeeze my fists together which Jean Carlo still held onto
tightly as I forced my eyes closed.  My eyes were shut tightly and my mouth was
wide open.  A feeling was welling up inside me that I had never had before and
I was almost fearful as to what was going to happen. 
        Jean Carlo released my wrists which caused my arms to spring to the
side and grab anything I could.  I gripped onto the sheets so tightly my
fingernails hurt.  Jean Carlo’s hand came in with force and slapped my ass. 
His moans became louder and his motion more deliberate.  I wanted to squirm
away, I really did, but he held fast.  I was in no position to do anything. 
With a final thrust Jean Carlo released his seed deep inside my pussy.  I came
at almost the same time, showering Jean Carlo with my hot juices.  I had squirted.
I had never squirted before and the feeling was so intense that it was close to
being painful. 
        Jean Carlo collapsed on top of me and I could feel his weight on me. 
It felt comfortable.  His heart beat rapidly on my back with a steady thump.  His
breath was heavy in my ear, but slowed the longer we lay there.  He said
nothing as I reached behind me to stroke his arm.  He did not move, he just
gently kissed my neck and allowed me to continue stroking his arm. 

        “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?”

        With a start we both jumped up.   It was as rude an awakening as one
could have.  Good lord!  It was my mother.  Jean Carlo and I were as naked as
the day is long and covered in each other’s juices.  There was no mistaking
what had gone on.  Jean Carlo got off of me like a rocket launching and ran out
of the room.  My mother watched as he left, while her mouth just hung open in
shock.  Her gaze eventually returned to me and her mouth still hung open.  I
looked back at her, but no words came to mind.  What was I going to say?  What
was I going to do?  I had no idea where to take this from here.  All I could do
was hide my head as I had done so many times before.

*                          *                      *

        How embarrassing all of this had become, I sat at the kitchen table
with my mother, my step-father and my step-brother.   There was the most
uncomfortable of silences in the room. My step-father began to speak,

        “What you two have done is reprehensible and will not be tolerated in
this household.”

        “Yes, you are both adults now and this is not
something that we can have happen in here.  So if you are planning on living in
our house, you will abide by our rules.”  My mother chimed in.

        “From now on, you two will not be allowed in
each other’s rooms and if you two don’t get jobs in the next month, you’re on
your own.” My Step father shouted.

         “Mom?  What is he talking about?” I asked.

        “Jenni, it is time that you grew up.  Your
father and I have spoken about this and we fear you are stagnating in your
life, you two have enough time to be fooling around in bed together and need to
stop being idle and start contributing to society.”

        “This is so unfair!”

        Jean Carlo just sat there and said nothing, he had a smirk on his face
as if to say he didn’t care.  His smirk made me so mad! 
What was he so
smugly smiling at, why wasn’t this affecting him? I was so mad I could spit. I
had no lead on any job, nor did I want to work for minimum wage at some burger
joint or big box store.  Jean Carlo would have to suffer the same fate, so what
we he so happy about?!
        Jean Carlo’s father noticing his demeanor began to speak,

        “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

        “Not really Pop, I accept your terms, you are
right.  It is time for me to get on with my life.  I will be moving out of the
house tomorrow!”

        “What do you mean you will be moving out of
the house tomorrow?  Don’t be so smug, life is expensive.  We are not trying to
force you out, we just want you to contribute.”

        “Well, I think you made your intentions pretty
clear there Pop! Not to worry I will be fine, I have a place to go.”

        “What place could you possibly have to go to?”

        Jean Carlo’s father was always a bit of a
brute, he treated his son with disrespect most of the time.  Jean Carlo was a
smart, good looking guy and his father abused him physically on more then one
occasion.  When he wasn’t hitting him, he was abusing him mentally.  It was
nice to see he was sticking up for himself, finally. 

        “Don’t worry about it, you were not interested
in where I would go 5 minutes ago, so why would you be worried now.”

        My Step Father stood up quickly, pushing his chair back with his legs
as he did.  The chair made a loud dramatic noise as it shot across the floor.  That
was Harry’s way.  He loved to be intimidating.  Harry quickly walked over to
where Jean Carlo was sitting, Jean Carlo jumped up out of his chair and met him
nose to nose.