Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance) (4 page)

        My fantasy was not one of animalistic desire, it was one of love and
caring.  I wanted to be happy and I am sure the only way to do that is to be
with Step.  But wouldn’t it be great to have him pound my pussy?!  HAHA! I had
to laugh to myself, there is nothing wrong with being in love and getting
fucked really hard by someone you love? So why does it feel so wrong?

        I worked that day constantly thinking of Step.  I needed to convince
myself back to reality and stop thinking about step so I could get through the
day.  It was a long day, when the day was over I said goodbye to all the
children and made my way to my car.

 
        As I drove home, I allowed all those feelings come back.  Thinking of
Step gave me the anxious butterfly feeling.  I was so excited that tonight I
would get to see him again.  I began to think crazy thoughts about him having
his way with me.  I thought about when we would hug, and I would feel his body
next to mine.  My focus was often on my breasts as they touched him.  The
thought of the flimsy negligee that I wore being the only thing between the two
of us.  My skin and his skin so close together. 

   
        If he would just touch me.There has to be some was for me to see if he
is interested.  There has to be some way that I can get him alone and ask him. 
It was then I hatched what I felt was the most unobtrusive way of seeing if he
is in fact attracted to me.

   
        I would have to find the perfect negligee to wear.  Perhaps the white
negligee, that was, for the most part, see through. The neck swooped down low,
so low that if I bent over you could see all the way down to my panties.  I
never wore a bra when I went to bed, so when I would leave my room to see him,
I usually came out in a night coat.  This time I was not going to wear a night
coat, this time there will be little left between Step and I, except a thin
negligee and our inhibitions.  I knew it was an all or nothing bet, but I was
ready for the results come what may.  After all, I am a woman, and he is a
man.  We should be able to express our love.  I was both excited and scared for
the night ahead.

   
        I pulled into the driveway and parked my car.  I leaped out of the car
leaving it unlocked in the immense circular driveway, as I always had.  I
skipped through the long hallways and up the stairs to my room.  I began to
change into my negligee.  I knew it was not time, but I had to see what it
looked like.  I put it on, closed all the curtains and turned off the lights. 
You could not make out as much as I would have liked, so maybe there was
something better for me to wear.  I got it!  I would wear nothing except for
the housecoat, but let it lazily flop open as I hugged him.  If I could just do
it up loosely enough, then it would fall open when I went in to hug him
revealing my entire naked body.  I practiced a few times and discovered that I
could leave one end of the belt in the pocket and have my hand on it.  As I
pull my hand out of the pocket, I would undo the belt revealing all that I was
willing to offer to step. 

   
        I was so excited I could hardly wait for Step to come home.  The only
problem was, it was only 6 pm! He was at least 3 hours from home! 

   
        It was dinner and I was famished.  I went down and have Chef chef me
something.  We had a Chef of such high culinary expertise, that going out to a
restaurant was often times a downgrade.  Dinner would hopefully get my mind off
of Step for a while.  I called down to the kitchen and placed my order.  There
were very few things that we didn’t have available to eat as Step was often one
to entertain.  What I really loved was the steak.   I ordered steak and
mushrooms, baked potatoes and a chocolate lava cake for desert. 

        I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and proceeded down to
the kitchen.  I liked to go down there to watch the chef work.  It always
impressed me just how much he knew.  We used to talk and regale tales of all of
his travels, trials, and tribulations.  He had some wonderful stories about
some of the people he has cooked for both rich and poor. 

        Today, he told me a tale today of the time, he cooked on a luxurious
train.  The train was owned by a very wealthy land owner in India, he could not
stand to fly so he took his train everywhere India.  He was a colorful
character who always found the good in everything.  He spent 5 years traveling
and cooking for this man in India. Until one fateful day.

   
        The world was changing, and people were becoming more and more
reluctant to wait days and sometimes weeks to meet him due to his fear of
planes.  He didn’t care, if they wanted his land they were going to have to
wait. However, on one occasion he was going to go to Sri Lanka for an
especially important land deal where he was the purchaser.  To have any chance
of being the winning bidder he would have to arrive quickly, the only way would
be by plane.  So it was decided, his first plane ride was about to take place. 

       
        He had asked for the cooks council on this impending trip as he had so
often asked for his advice in the past.  The chef told him, seems as though if
that is what you really want that is the price of progress. Besides, I will be
there with you. That gave the wealthy land owner a little bit of solace knowing
his chef, confidant and friend would be joining him on the journey.

   
        The chef had never missed a moment with the Indian Land owner in his
tenure with him, but that day he grew very ill with some unknown illness.  The
chef cursed his misfortune in not being able to travel to an exotic land, but
was unable to even get out of bed.  The Indian land owner still needed to go
and though he was frightened to go it alone, he had always lived by the credo;
If you are scared, do it anyways. His parting words to the chef were,

        No matter what happens, no matter what we choose, our destiny is laid
out before us.  If today is to be my last, know that I have had an abundant
life which is richer for having you in it. 

       
        Later that week, the chef had received a phone call,

       
        “Mr. Chamad?”

        “Yes, this is him.”

        “My name is Majumder Singh, I am a
representative of Mr. Narine’s estate. I am not sure if you have heard the
news, but there has been a plane crash.”

        “Oh my god!”

        “I guess you have not yet heard.  Mr. Narine
and the 180 passengers were all lost.”

   
        When the chef heard the news, he immediately broke down and felt
tremendous feelings of guilt for encouraging the landowner to go.  The lawyer
continued.

   
        These are always unfortunate circumstances and I am greatly sorry for
your loss.  However, my call is to let you know that he has left you some
things in his will that you may be interested in.  I cannot discuss them over
the phone, but if you come to my office, I can read you his will entirely.”

   
        The chef did not want anything, what he wanted was his friend back, but
he went down to the lawyers office in the hopes that there were some words of
wisdom from his late friend.  What he found out was the chef had left him an
enormous amount of money and this note:

        May your days be blessed with all that money can never buy and if that
doesn’t work, may buy the things that money can. 

        When the chef received the note he broke down again, he would never
forget his friend, and until the end of time he would always remember the
importance of poverty and friendship.

   
        It was stories like these that I came down for, the chef’s mind was
impressive as was his understanding and perspective of humanity.  After hearing
the story, it left a big question in my mind. 

       
        “Chef? Can I ask you a personal question?”

        “Of course.”

        “What happened to all that money?”

        “The question is not what happened to all that
money, the question is why that is important to you?”

  
         His answer left me pondering my motivations in life. Was I concerned
with the money?  I had never really been, but was that because I was so rich? 
I wonder how I would feel about money if I was poor? 

   
        Then I looked at the chef. Does a man have to be poor or in need of
money to have a job?  Maybe our Chef was rich and he just loved cooking that
much.   Does that even make sense?  I guess it could.  I truly enjoyed these
conversations. 

        Moments later he placed the steak meal in front of me, I sat at the bar
and ate as the Chef continued to talk to me.  I had not noticed how much time
had passed, only that the Chef was again cooking a meal.  Looking down at my
watch I saw it was almost 8:45!  Oh no! Step would be here soon and here I was
in the wrong outfit.  

       
        “Thanks, Chef, for the talk and for the excellent food.”

        “Always a pleasure Madame.”

        I quickly scurried out of the kitchen down the
long hallway, past the pillars and up the long staircase.  Then I ran down that
hallway and made my way into my room.  My heart was pounding from the running
but more from the excitement of the potential act I was about to commit.  I
leaped onto my bed with excitement and started to giggle to myself.  Flopping
around on the bed, I forced all of my clothes off, put on the night coat and
waited for Step to come upstairs. 

   
        He was always on time, you could have set your watch to his schedule. 
So, while sitting in my housecoat, I waited.  It took what seemed like hours
for Step to get home.  However, looking at the clock on my phone he was right
on time. I heard him come through the door, my heart began to beat again.   The
clicking of his shoes could be heard throughout the great mansion and my heart
beat more.  A smile grew across my face as I went through the scenario in my
mind.  Wait a minute, I hear another set of footsteps and a woman’s voice! 
That scoundrel!  He brought home another woman?!  I know my mother and him have
not been together a great time and I have seen him bring women back before, but
this was supposed to be our time! I am ready, I want Step!

   
        I stood by my door tortured every time I heard them laugh and joke.
Every laugh every giggle stung me like a dagger in my heart.  I spent the
entire time sitting by the door thinking of all the ways I could kill her.  The
constant clanging of glasses, the murmur of the voices from Chef, Step, and
this mystery woman.  I wanted to punch her in the face.  As the time went on,
it became more and more apparent that he was not going to come upstairs to say
goodnight. I must have fallen asleep in my housecoat because I was woken up by
Step and that obnoxious bitch stumbling up the stairs.  They tried to be quiet
as Step kept on Sushing her, but it was to no avail, I was awake. 

   
        I laid on my bed in the dark pouting at my misfortune, as they walked
into his room and closed the door.  I could not help but wonder what it would
be like to be with him.  I was not mad at him, I was mad at that harlot, that
had tricked him into sleeping with her.  I knew all she wanted was his money. 
She did not know him like I did.  I loved him!

   
        I was so mad I got up and I was going to give her a piece of my mind. 
I began out of my room and walked down the long wooden hallway to Steps room. 
As I got closer to his room, I could hear the sounds of moaning from behind the
door.   My expression immediately changed to shock. Then reality had set in, I
was his stepdaughter, he is entitled to happiness.  Maybe this is what he
wants, who am I to intrude. 

        I stayed long enough to hear the sounds of Step moaning, as the harlot
continued to do whatever it was that she was doing.  The prospect of seeing
Step in all his glory began to turn me on.  I wish I could see what was going
on in there.  Walking closer to the door, I pressed my body against it.  Maybe
I can just open the door a little bit and sneak a peek.

 
        I opened the door as quietly as I could and stuck in my head, I could
not see anything, but I heard Step really enjoying himself.  He moaned with the
pleasure of a man that was being completely satisfied.  I crept in a little
further until I was totally in the room.  My heart pounded with fear and
excitement as the fire began to build up in my core.  I could only see shadows
as the lights were left on but still dim.

   
        I felt very jealous, but I was also quite turned on.  I took a few more
steps into the room and could see the head of the Harlot bobbing up and down, I
knew what she was doing!  That was my cock to suck!  The floor creaked loudly
as I took my next step and I receded back into the darkness.

       
        “What was that?” She said

        “It’s nothing, this house is old it has all
kinds of creaks.”

   
        There was silence for a brief moment then you could hear her continue
on her task.  If it would have been anyone else, I am sure they would have said
to themselves that is enough and gracefully backed out of the room, but I could
not.  I needed to see, something pushed me further and further into that room. 
I walked around the noise on the floor to return to the position that I could
see her naked back and head bobbing up and down.