The Stepbrother Bargain (Book 1) by Chloe Hawk

 
    THE STEPBROTHER BARGAIN (THE STEPBROTHER BARGAIN, Book One)
    By Chloe Hawk

 
    Copyright 2015, Chloe Hawk, all rights
reserved.   This book is a work of
fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.   All characters depicted
in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

 
 
 
    CAGE

 
    It should never have happened.
    I should have never gotten in this deep.
    Not with Grace.
    Not with the show.
    Not with any of it.
    I should have put a stop to it as soon as
it began.  
    But the truth was, I liked playing with
fire.   The risk, the danger –
it was all part of the fun.  
    Especially when it came to my stepsister.
    I couldn’t resist her -- – her
tits, her ass, her pussy, her mouth, her heart. To try
to stay away from her would have driven me insane, even more insane than I
ended up going from trying to keep her safe.
    As soon as I she came back into my life,
she consumed every thought I had.  
    I had to have her.
    And when you were used to getting
whatever you wanted, no was never an option.
    It started on a Friday night, the day
before my dad’s wedding, while I was filling up at a gas station on Route 15 in
Clifton.   I was thinking about how
fucking stupid it was that my mom was getting married to her long-time
boyfriend. If you could even call two people in their fifties boyfriend and
girlfriend.   I’d driven up from my
house in the city, and I was impatient to get to the rehearsal dinner and get
this whole charade over with.
    A car pulled up at the pump on the other
side of the station, an old clunker that was making an intense rattling noise
and missing a front hubcap.
    A girl stepped out of the car.   She was probably about twenty-one or
twenty-two, and I took my time, letting my eyes run all over her body.   Tight white shorts encased a perfect round
bubble ass, her legs long and tan.   She had on a pink t-shirt that was way too big for her, but it dipped
down in the front, showing off a little bit of her impressive cleavage.   One of the sleeves was falling off her
shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of a lacy black bra strap.   She was wearing sunglasses, and her
long dark blonde hair covered her face, but I could see well enough to make out
a pair of full pink lips.
    I watched as she started filling up her
car, thinking about those nice full lips sucking on my dick.   I’d take my hands and grab her hair,
pull the strands tight as I fucked her face good and hard.
    Then I’d flip her over and push right
into her pussy.   She’d be all wet
and tight, and I’d make her shake her bubble ass for me as I pumped into her.   I wondered if she had one of those
tramp stamps on her back, those tattoos that a lot of girls had.   I thought they were sexy as hell.   If she didn’t have one, I’d shoot my
load all over where it would have been, tattooing her with my
cum .
    She only filled her car with a little bit
of gas before heading for the door of the station, that ass jiggling as she
went, her shorts so short I was almost sure I could see the bottom of an ass
cheek sticking out.   Shit, she was
hot.
I didn’t remember anyone that hot ever living here.   I’d fucked all the hot girls in this town by the time I’d
graduated high school high school seven years ago.   She would have been too young for me then – a freshman
when I was a senior, probably.   Not
that that would have stopped me.
    I finished pumping my gas and followed
her into the station.   I’d paid at
the pump, but I wanted to get another look at that sweet little ass, and a
better look at those nice round titties.   By rule, I was an ass man, but I was never going to ignore a good pair
of tits.   I thought about how late
it would make me for the rehearsal dinner if I stopped to fuck her.
    I had a suite at the Copley Hotel.
    I could take her back there, strip her
down and have my way with her.
    When I got inside, she was up at the register,
and I walked up behind her.