Page 7 of A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother

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In the bathroom, the hot water had filled the room with steam. I unwrapped myself from the towel, tucked my hair into a shower cap, and stepped under the warm spray, wanting to wash away the embarrassment. How was it that I saw him naked, and I was the one that was ashamed? How did he do that?

I turned, letting the water massage my chest. My breasts were sensitive and the water felt good. I ran my hands over them, grazing my nipples. The throbbing hadn’t stopped between my legs, and I wanted desperately to reach down and touch myself, but I wouldn’t do it. I had managed to go the past year without giving into fantasizing about him and I wasn’t going to start up again now.

But all I could think about was what his cock would look like when he was aroused. I let my imagination wander. I saw him standing in the bathroom, stroking himself for me until he was thick and hard. He dropped his towel and then tore mine off. He grabbed me, running his hands all over my body, pinching my breasts and gripping my hips. He turned me around, forced me over the vanity, pushing this hardness between my thighs...

I had to stop this!

I held my breasts, massaging them in my hands and tugging at my nipples with my fingers. I imagined they were his hands fondling me. I let a finger trace a line down my belly and between my legs. Just a light caress. Nothing more. But soon my fingers were sliding along and between my wet folds, rubbing and grinding against my mound. Even with the water running, I could feel I was wet with my own juices. I slipped a finger deeper, imagining his hard body pressing me against the wall, trapping me there while he shoved his hard length between inside of me.

As I rubbed myself, I thought about my days back in high school. This wouldn't be the first time I touched myself while thinking of him.

I thought of that time when I was still a virgin, when I heard him sneak in with some bimbo from high school. I had never even seen a pornographic movie at that point, but the girl moaned like a professional. My brother kept trying to keep her quiet, kissing her and telling her to shut up, but the wall we had shared was thin. I had furiously played with myself while thinking of myself making those kinds of noises underneath him, and it had been a favorite fantasy of mine for a long time.

I kept rubbing my pussy, thinking that if he were in this shower with me, I'd be making those sounds now. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as the first orgasm of the day coursed through my body. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I remembered the sounds she made, the way she seemed to lose control.

I had done this more often than I cared to admit, even to myself. My senior year, a boy named Justin had teased me. He barely held a candle to the way that James had gotten under my skin, but I had fallen for it all the same. After he had seen Tessa and I at the movie theater, he had offered us a smoke. He made fun of me for coughing, and we started talking. Tessa left shortly after that, but I stayed.

It was one insult after another with him, and it had somehow worked on me. I had followed him back to his car. He had known that I wanted to get fucked, but he hadn't known that I was a virgin. In the dark back of that car, I had imagined James crawling on top of me. Even as the boy fumbled with his junk and showed me just how inexperienced he had been, I had been imagining James, and I tried my best to moan like that slut I had heard him fuck.

As I played with my clit in the shower, I wanted to moan just like I had then. For a moment, I lost myself in the moment, and a tiny squeak left my body. As I realized how many people could hear me if I had a full-on orgasmic moan, I swallowed a gasp and took my hand away. I couldn’t do this. I was going to drive myself crazy.

I rinsed off quickly. I needed to get clothes on. Right now.

After I dried off, I walked naked to my bureau and picked out panties and a black lace bra. It had a hot pink bow tie between the cups and would go perfectly with my new dress. After I slipped them on, I studied myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door.

The cups were pushups, and made my firm little breasts look more tempting than they deserved to be. The black lace thong fit nicely, and when I turned, I saw that they made my little butt look rounder. Yet again, I was amazed at what the right clothes could do for a girl. At the thought, I remembered my heels and Nicole’s promise, and decided to slip them on and see if she was right.

After buckling the straps, I stepped back in front of the mirror and turned side to side, studying the attractive shape of my calves, feet, and ankles in the black heels. But most impressive was the way it made by butt look so firm and pert. If I never fully understood the appeal of good high heels before, I did now. They made a girl look ready to breed, her legs shaped desirably, her butt in the air as if ready and willing to bend over and be taken at a moment's notice. I wondered if that had been the intent of their designers all along.

I hoped someone worth hooking up with would be at the bar tonight. I was way too horny to come back home drunk and sleep in the room next door to James’s without getting some relief first. In fact, maybe I’d just ask Tessa if I could crash at her place...

Someone knocked on the door and I covered myself instinctively, trying to remember if I locked it. "Allie? Are you coming down soon, dear?"

But it was just my father. "Just getting dressed, Dad."

"Okay, we’re waiting for you to do the toast so try to hurry."

I told him I would and slipped my

black dress out of the plastic. I held it up over me.

"Ready or not," I said.

Chapter Four

"I just want to thank all of you for finding the time tonight for James. I know it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow and everyone’s busy, but we appreciate it."

My dad was standing in the middle of our living room, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand with an arm around James. James was a good head taller. Next to him my father almost seemed like a boy.

James was his usual composed and confident self. His hair was immaculately groomed with his face cleanly shaven. I could see the lines of his body, unable to stop myself from remembering those same lines wet and naked in the bathroom. He was wearing a simple grey v-neck sweater that hugged his athletic torso and a pair of dark blue jeans. On another man it would have looked ordinary, but on him it looked... wealthy, was the word that came to mind.

He had an easiness about how he moved and spoke that only people who never had to worry about money could have, yet he had been like that well before he had any money. His mom was not rich. The money in our family came from my father. Or it did. Dad was small potatoes compared to James now.

I smoothed my dress with my hands and leaned against the wall, listening as my father went on with his toast.

"As you all know this has been an important year for James. All his hard work has really paid off in a big way. But we couldn’t care less about how much the IPO in the spring is going to be. We’re just proud to to call such a unique and special man our son. So here’s to James, and long may his success continue. Here, here."

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