Stepbrother's Gift (16 page)

Suddenly, my mind flashed to him losing control there in the office, when he first filled me full of his seed. Water seemed to flow from my pussy like his semen had after that, and I shuddered and put my hand against the tile wall as an orgasm rocked through me. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced on my own, rocking me to my core. Tears sprang from my eyes, the pleasure was so intense that my brain almost didn't seem ready for it.

I stood there for a few moments, gasping and feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm. I knew I was sweating even as the shower rinsed it away. My mouth was dry from the champagne earlier and the exertion now. Still, this orgasm told me something important.

I'd never feel pleasure like this again without remembering James.

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I
put on a pair of cozy shorts and a t-shirt. Something comfortable, but something that James would still enjoy seeing me in. I cracked open my books and tried to get homework done. It was impossible, though. Even though the dorm was near silent on this Friday night, I kept thinking of what I was going to talk about with James when he got back. I turned on the TV and tried to zone out, but couldn't. After a while I started to get nervous, thinking about Nicole out there with James.

One hour passed, then two hours. It was after midnight when I finally turned off the TV and tried to fall asleep. With the TV no longer providing my brain with distraction, my imagination turned to the worst thoughts possible. James fucking Nicole on that VIP couch. Nicole pulling James into the men's room and getting filled up with his semen in a toilet stall. James telling the limo driver to drive around for a while so that he could fuck Nicole in the ass like he hadn't been able to do to me. It was driving me insane thinking about it.

Worse yet, I thought about if he came back here drunk. I'd have to listen to her moans, just like I had listened to girls moaning when we had been in high school, only this would be a hundred times worse.

Three hours passed. I swore that I would never fall asleep. Suddenly, I realized that the lights were on and my eyes were closed. I opened them up and saw it was 2:30 AM.

“Wake up,” Nicole said. I looked over at her and she had her shoes in her hand. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup was smeared. Her eyes looked like they were barely staying open. She was obviously close to blackout drunk.

“Hey,” I said. My voice was hoarse with sleep, even though I hadn't gotten much.

“What's wrong with your brother?” she asked. At least, I thought that's what she asked. Her mouth was barely opening and her speech was extra slurred.

“James?” I asked.

“YOUR BROTHER,” she practically yelled. “Is he married? Not that I care,” she said.

I laughed. “No, not married.”

“Well, I know he's not gay. Let me tell you. Listen to me. Are you listening?”

I crossed my arms. “Yeah, I'm listening.”

“I know what they mean when they say 'the lips said no, but his body said yes'. And let me tell you,” she said, pointing at me. “His dick was screaming 'yes' the whole night.” She made her 'yes' sound orgasmic.

“Maybe he just didn't want to take advantage of you while you were drunk,” I said.

“That's what he said! Hey, listen... Have you ever seen
it
?”

“Seen what?” I could barely understand her as she tottered to and fro.

“HIS. DICK.” I was glad that nobody was around tonight. The paper thin walls of the dorm let sound carry all the time.

I decided that honesty was not the best policy tonight. “No, I haven't. He's my brother.”

She cracked a smile. “When he was grinding up against me on the dance floor, I could feel how big it was. It was huge.” She held her fingers out about shoulder width, which was at least twice as big as his dick really was.

At first I was a little jealous, but I realized it would have been rude not to dance with her. Not only that, it would have aroused her suspicion. Instead, he had just aroused her in a different way. She had thrown herself at him, and I could hardly blame him for getting all hot and bothered himself. Hell, half the people watching Nicole dance up on him probably got hot and bothered.

“Let's get you in bed,” I said, propping myself up and rubbing my eyes.

“I'm not ready yet,” she informed me. She disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the sink turn on. I grabbed my phone and saw that there were new emails for me. Suddenly, I heard the sounds of her retching. I went in there and found her praying to the porcelain god. I pulled her hair back to keep her from vomiting on it, and her breath hitched.

She turned back at me. Her eyes were still closed but she was smiling. “You have no idea how good that feels,” she said, then turned back to the toilet and threw up again. I sighed and held her hair with one hand while looking at my emails with the other hand. Two emails from James.

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W
e're leaving now. Sorry it took so long.

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I
just dropped Nicole off, but I didn't trust myself to come in with her. Let me know that she made it in alright or I'll be knocking on your door at 5 am.

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S
howing concern for the girl he just dropped off was a major plus in my book, even if it was Nicole. Even if he was a complete jerk, he was a good guy. Typing with one hand, I emailed him back.

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S
he's just fine. She did tell me what a big dick you have, though. Don't worry, she also told me she didn't get laid, despite throwing herself at you.

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A
lmost immediately after hitting send, my phone chirped at me.

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S
he's right on both counts. See you for breakfast, 8:30 am.

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I
could just imagine his cocky look as he wrote that. It made me smile. He was so damn sure of himself.

Suddenly, Nicole perked up. “I think I'm done,” she said, wiping her mouth with her hand. I got her some tissue to clean her face up, then helped her out of her dress. She pulled off her bra and panties without even thinking to check if it was cool with me. It was the first time that I saw her completely naked, and again I was jealous of her fuller breasts and fit body.

It was a sight I was glad that James never got a chance to see.

A
t 8:30 am on a Saturday morning, there was never anyone at the university's breakfast nook. I immediately picked James out as the only person there, even with the aviator sunglasses on his face.

When he saw me, he smiled. “Good morning. I got you some breakfast.” He was wearing some nice khaki slacks with a button up shirt. On anyone else it would have looked formal, but it was the most casual I had seem him dressed since Christmas.

I sat down and looked at the delicious-looking bagel sandwich and coffee in front of me. “Good morning to you. I'm shocked you're up this early. You should see the state Nicole is in.” I had left her with a bucket last night and had to empty it when I woke up this morning. At least she got it all in the bucket.

He put on that panty-melting, cocky grin of his. “In my profession, a lot of business meetings take place over cocktails. A lot of business meetings also take place over breakfast. You learn to get over hangovers fast.”

I laughed. “I guess I got a lot to learn. Between you and Nicole, I guess you drank the bottle of vodka and two bottles of champagne.”

He chuckled. “No way. I mean I think Nicole drank almost half that bottle of vodka, but I had a lot less.”

“Weren't those bottles kind of expensive? Did you bring them home?” I asked.

He pulled the sunglasses down to look me in the eye. “You're joking, right? Even though I paid a thousand dollars for it, it was still a forty dollar bottle of vodka. Besides,” he said, leaning back. “I'm Mr. Millionaire, remember?”

I giggled at the memory. “Nicole said she had a good time with you. She told me that she didn't see your dick, but she estimated that it was about sixteen inches long.” I made the same “this big” gesture that Nicole had.

He laughed. “Maybe I did stuff one of those bottles down my pants to sneak it out.” He looked at me seriously. “I did turn her down, though.”

I grinned. “Bet that was hard.”

He shrugged. “I don't think I'm telling you anything you don't already know, but I've fucked hotter.” He pulled his sunglasses down again, looking at me with a cocky grin.

I knew that he was both talking about me and talking about girls other than me. I didn't really care. It still made me feel wanted. I was wearing just a jacket and jeans, but I felt like I was wearing my sexy outfit from last night. “Have you ever had to turn down hotter girls, though?”

He made a hissing sound. “That's a hard one. And Nicole did know every trick in the book, you were right. A week ago I would have slammed her right in that club, but...”

“But what?”

“But I met someone better a few days ago,” he said. I felt a warm glow spread through my body as he continued. “Or rather, I got to know someone better that I knew for a long time. I was telling the truth last night, Allie. I didn't come here to pick up tail at a club. I didn't come out here to go to a club at all.”

I suddenly remembered that I had insisted that we go out when I was still mad. “Oops. Sorry your night turned into a disaster.”

He kept his hard expression on for a few moments longer. “Well, I guess it's payback for the hell I put you through for the last few days.”

My jaw dropped a little. “Who says you put me through hell?”

“Nicole did, of course. For a little while there, she wouldn't shut up about how much of a Debbie Downer you had been over the last few days. She even blamed me for you leaving the club early at one point, saying that it was supposed to be a girl's night.” He smiled that confident grin again. My panties were in definite danger of melting if he kept doing that. “Then she grabbed at my sixteen inch dick and told me she knew a way I could make it up to her.”

I rolled my eyes one last time. “So how bad did shee give you blue balls?” I asked.

“I humped the bed all night. When I woke up, there was a hole drilled in the bed, sixteen inches deep,” he said. Then he mirrored the gesture I had shown him earlier, mouthing “this big”.

“Stop it!” I said, laughing. When I was done laughing, I looked over at him as he watched me eat my breakfast. He just sat across from me, smiling. Normally I might have called this an awkward silence, but I felt perfectly comfortable with him looking at me.

A few moments later, his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen, then said, “I have to take this, sorry.”

I made a “go ahead” gesture, my mouth full of bagel sandwich. He turned on his phone and walked away. From the tone of his voice, I could tell he was all business.

As I watched him pace the outside of the breakfast nook, my fingers crept involuntarily toward my belly. I knew he was strong, knew he was rich, and knew he was caring. However, this was one area where I knew he would be lacking. His children would always play second fiddle to his business. He would probably never admit it, but if it came down to an important meeting or his son's baseball game, a seminar or his daughter's recital, business was going to win every time.

I smiled and closed my eyes as I pressed deeper into my skin. Of course, that just meant that I'd have to be an even more dedicated mother, which was no problem for me.

He came up behind me while I had my eyes closed. “Done with breakfast?”

I gasped as my eyes shot open. “Yes.”

“I'd love to talk to you here, but the matter that we'll be discussing is a little sensitive. I'd prefer to discuss it in private.”

I giggled. “I assume you mean in your hotel room.”

“I see we're on the same page.”

I shifted in my seat a little bit, his deep voice already getting me going. “I could show you some of the sights first, show you some of my favorite spots.”

He sighed and backed up. He crossed back over to his side of the table and picked up his coffee. “I'm afraid that's not possible. I have a social engagement this evening in Los Angeles. My plane leaves at 2 o'clock.”

“Do you need a date?” I asked with a laugh.

He pulled his sunglasses down and gave me a glare. “I don't think that it would be wise to have my stepsister on my arm for this. Besides, I already have a date.” I felt my stomach sink. “Relax, she's older than Mom. She's the mother of one of my business contacts in Silicon Valley.”

I laughed. “I don't know, maybe having a cougar is one of your fantasies.”

He held out his hand. “Maybe one day I'll tell you my fantasies.” I felt a shiver run through my body as I grabbed his hand and let him help me to my feet. “But for real, they're from a real blue collar family and this will make her night. Besides, I made this date weeks ago, and it would be rude to break it now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just like it would have been rude to leave Nicole hanging when she wanted to dance, right?”

“See, now you're getting it!”

T
he taxi ride over was spent with him on his phone, tapping away furiously. I felt somewhat ignored, but then again, maybe he didn't want the taxi driver to realize anything was going on between us. Not that it would have mattered to the taxi driver.

We got to his hotel, a beautiful older high rise right in Manhattan. I knew that it probably cost him a fortune to stay here, but that he could afford it. The doorman let us in without a word, and we went straight to the elevator. James was staying in one of the top floors in the building. As the elevator climbed, he pressed his hand into mine. I could practically feel his heart beating faster as we got closer and closer to his room.

When we got to his floor, he pulled me down the hall. At his door, he opened it quickly and pushed me inside. Before I even got a look at the room, he closed the door and pressed me up against it, lifting my chin and kissing me deeply. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't what I had been expecting.

“James!” I cried out as I broke the kiss. “Didn't you want to talk?”