Stepbrother: No Boundaries (5 page)

Chapter 11

Miranda

He’s amazing. He just is. It keeps getting better and better and I hope he knows how much I like it. I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to be my master and I want to be at his beckon call during those times. His cock is… I don’t know how to describe it, but I know it’s perfect.

I’m watching him rest on the couch. He’s dozing lightly but doing it in an ever so soft manner. Scott never snores, and he sleeps so soundly, but if I said a word right now his eyes would open and he’d glance back at me. I half want to, half don’t. He needs his rest before we go out tonight.

I walk towards the kitchen as carefully as I can but then I hear his voice speak softly, “Where are you going, sweets?”

Sweets. I love when he calls me that
.

“Getting a drink and a snack, if you have anything like that.” I say.

“No, hold off on that. We’re going out in a few. In fact,” He yawns, “I need to get some clothes on.”

Just stay fucking naked, you look incredible
. He stands up and stretches his muscular arms out as I stare at his cute little ass. He’s so lean and nimble, and so physically fit. I wonder where we’re going and what it’s going to be like. I wonder what he’s thinking at this very moment. I wish I knew, but I don’t, and maybe I never will.

He’s a fucking mystery to me and I love it.

He steps into the bathroom and I hear the shower run for a few minutes, then I hear the squeaky knob turning it off and a few seconds later he’s back in the living room toweling himself dry.

“You don’t need to throw anything crazy on, we’re just going to a restaurant down the road. It’s nice, but don’t overdress.”

“Okay,” I say, “Can I wear my slacks.”

“No, how many times do I have to tell you I don’t like those slacks?” He pauses as he ruffles his hair with the towel, “In fact, I’m going to buy you some new slacks this week. A whole week’s worth of them. Tight and form fitting. You don’t show your cute ass off enough.”

I laugh, “You want other guys to see it?”

He pauses and looks at me sternly, “Sure. What does it matter to me? I know they can’t get in your pants because you’ve got me.”

“Babe, I was kidding.”

He ignores me, “Wear that blue dress; the aqua one. It’s the one that fits tight around your waist, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“Good.”

****

We’re at the restaurant down the road, and he wasn’t kidding when he said it was literally down the road. He’s shaking hands with people as we walk to our table and looks annoyed, but he’s hiding it well with a fake smile. He’s so good at those, but I always know when he’s faking it. Others don’t seem to, or they don’t mind. Either way, it doesn’t matter does it?

The hostess seats us and gives us our menus. I glance at the prices and do a double take.
Christ
,
I couldn’t imagine dining in a place like this a week ago
. I look at the menu and can’t decide what I want. The dishes are so fancy that they’re practically in another language to me. Scott notices this and sets his menu down and then waves the waiter over.

“We’ll start with scallops, and we’ll both be having the Lobster thermidue for our entrees.” He says coldly.

The waiter nods his head and bows before walking off. I watch Scott and notice his expression is stern and cold. I wonder what’s eating him and why he’s being so moody lately. Then I remind myself that he’s always like this and that I know exactly what’s eating him.
Me
.

You’re breaking his demeanor and he doesn’t know how to handle it. He doesn’t know what to do and he doesn’t feel like he’s in complete control
.

“Are you okay, Scott?” I ask.

He smiles, “Never better, Miranda.”

“Order a drink with me.”

“You know I retired from drinking.”

“Come on.”

Scott slams his fist on the table loud enough to startle me but not loud enough for anyone else to notice. I stare at him wide eyed and frightful.
What did I do
?

“I told you I can’t drink.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it…”

“It’s fine. Drop it, babe,” He smiles warmly at me, “I knew you were struggling with the dish so I ordered for you.”

Before I can say anything a woman walks up. She’s tall, thin, and as blonde as one could be, with blue eyes similar to mine and a figure
much
better. Scott ignores her until she taps him on the shoulder, completely ignoring me. I feel my blood starting to boil and I wonder who this is.

Scott glances back and his eyes don’t change. He seems to be unphased despite the woman’s unannounced and sudden presence.
Who is this bitch?

“Jessica, how are you?” He asks.

“Good, I thought you’d never be back in California!” She smiles and reaches down to kiss him. Her lips press his cheek and I do everything I can to stop myself from hurtling over the table and tackling the slut.
Does she not see me? Helloooo, bitch, I’m right here
.

“Well, you know. Business.” Scott says.

Is he ever going to introduce me
?

He doesn’t have to. The woman eyeballs me for a moment and then asks, “Who’s this?” In a cold tone.

Scott glances at me and smiles, “This is my girlfriend, Miranda.”

“And you are?” I ask.

“Jessica. Scott and I dated for a while.” Her lips purse and her eyes turn cold.

“Good for you,” I say, “I guess it didn’t work out, though.”

The woman’s eyes light up and she opens her mouth to speak and then quickly closes it, apparently changing her mind. Scott stares at me casually and then sips his water. The woman turns and leaves without saying another word.

“That was rather rude of you.” Scott smiles.

“You didn’t seem in any hurry to introduce me.” I say.

“I was
going
to. What the hell was I supposed to say? This is my stepsister who I’m also fucking?”

“Just shut up, Scott. I’m sick of it.”

“Sick of what?” He asks.

“Sick of you, sick of all this. Your mood’s going haywire, you’re not acting normal. I don’t like it.”

“I’m perfectly fucking normal.” He rasps under his breath and clenches a hand down on mine, “Baby, don’t make a scene please. I’m sorry I’ve had ex-girlfriends in my life. They’re
ex-
girlfriends, okay?”

I glare at him and feel my heart pounding.
Oh, what a wonderful dinner this is looking to be.

Chapter 12

Scott

She acted like a fool and I don’t know why. We’re riding back in my Range Rover and it feels nice to be the one behind the wheel of a car. I don’t have that luxury in New York; not that I’d want to. I could if I wanted to, but fuck driving in that city. I glance over at Miranda and she’s got her face turned at an angle so that I can’t see her expression. She’s pretending to look out the window but I think she might be crying. I turn down the radio and hear her sobs.

Yeah, she’s fucking crying alright
.

I don’t say anything for the rest of the five minute trip until we get home. I pull in the garage and get out of the car and head towards the door. Christ doesn’t come.
Goddamnit
. I walk back to the car and open the door.

“What’s wrong? Go ahead, tell me.” I roll my eyes.

She lunges forward and pushes me back to the wall of the garage. I’m taken aback by this, I admit that. Her face slaps my cheek again and I blush slightly as I try to force a nervous smile.
Wait, I’m actually nervous over a woman? And my stepsister of all women?
My lip quivers and I swear for a split second I feel like I might cry a little, but I don’t.

I grab her arms and pull them down to her side slowly as I speak in a calm voice. I can feel my barrier breaking, my mask is slipping away. She’s changing me and I don’t like it, but I love her so much.

“Baby? Stop, please. I’m sorry. I know that upset you, and I’m trying to figure out why.” I say softly.

She’s crying softly now and she wipes the tears from her eyes, “I just see how beautiful she was and I look like
fucking shit
compared to her, Scott…”

I wipe her tears and press my lips against her ear, “You look a thousand times better than that bimbo whore. You always have…” I say, and it’s true.

She pulls away from me slowly and finally smiles, “Are you just saying that? You always
just say things
. You’ve been like that your whole life.”

“No – and I never
just say things
to
you
. You know that, sis.” I smile.

“You’re too hard for me, Scott. I can’t get through this brick wall that’s in your soul.
Come on, Scott.
Come out, for fuck’s sake. Be a
person
, not a hardened asshole.”

“Babe-”

She cuts me off, “And the thing is I fucking
love
you, and sometimes you
are
super sweet and caring. Other times you’re the biggest dick in the world, and you know what?”

“What?” I ask softly.

“I hate to admit that I
like
that dick aspect of you. It turns me on, or something. You’re a challenge.”

I laugh and don’t say anything. I shrug my shoulders and try to kiss her but she pulls away and smiles.

“Not right now, honey. I love you but… I
am
going to break you. You know that, right?”

I feel myself hardening and I decide to accept the challenge. She’s not going to break me. She’s not strong enough.

“Sure.” I say with more than a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m serious. Within two months you’re going to have broken out of this shell and it’s all going to be thanks to me.”

“I’m a hardass, babe,” I say, “You’re not going to change a damn thing about me. I love you, but you’ve got to face that.”

She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me with the same longing smile, her big blue eyes still slightly wet but quickly drying up. She moves forward and kisses me, holding me tightly in her arms. My arms are stiff but I reach them forward and embrace her as I kiss her back. My tongue doesn’t slide out of my mouth, it stays put. It’s not a sexual kiss; it’s just a passionate one. It’s a kiss of
love
, not
lust
– which is a rare thing for me.

Maybe Miranda’s right - maybe she’s not. But there’s one thing I know for sure. I can’t let it happen.
I can’t let my stepsister get to me too much.

****

It’s been a week since Miranda made her cute little bet. Needless to say I haven’t softened up a fucking bit. I wonder if she’ll get to me though – she already has in the couple odd months we’ve been flirting. But facts are facts, and I’m a self-confessed hard ass. She never got to me this way when she was
just
my stepsister. This is different. She’s trying to swallow me up and spit out a weakened version of myself. That ain’t happening, sis.

There’s no cracking this barricade. It’s me.

I’m finally getting some down time now that we’re back in New York. The downside is the weather is back to hell, but we just got back from LA yesterday so there will undoubtedly be some adjusting over the next few days. I’ll get used to the frigidness, in other words, as much as I hate to admit it.

No, fuck that. It’s too damn cold here
.

I’m thinking about moving to California full time but haven’t brought it up to Miranda yet. I’m the one with the money so it’s not like it’s her decision anyway, but I’ll let her have her say. She’s gone out shopping today and invited me to come but I told her I needed to get some work done at home. Work, meaning… Not a fucking thing.

I should be in the office but I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to go back there after being gone for a week. I really should, though.

Fuck it, I’m going.

I stand up and grab my coat, almost walking out the door in my thin silk button up. I keep forgetting I’m back East, and it’s not a warming thought. I lock the door and go down the elevator. The doorman gets me a cab and I get him a crisp brand new hundred dollar bill.

“Thank you sir.” His eyes light up as he stares at me and I wonder how it feels to be so poor that a measly hundred dollars
excites you
. I feel for him, and even smile a bit as I wave goodbye.

The cab hustles downtown towards Wall Street and I stare silently out the window the entire time. My cock’s hard and it’s because I’m thinking about Miranda… Miranda and her
sweet body
, those luscious plump lips of hers. She’s always had them, and they’ve only gotten bigger. All natural, though. I’m not into the fake crap.

I’m feeling awkward because I’m hard in the back seat of a cab with no one but the driver and I quickly shift my thoughts from Miranda to the work I need to do today.  It’s Monday and I need to get some shit going. I tell myself that but I don’t really need to get anything going I’ve hired so many fucking people that they get everything going for me.

What the fuck am I doing in life?

“Sir?”

I realize I’ve been sitting there in the cab and it’s been stopped in front of my office for god knows how long. I shake myself out of my fog and hand him a hundred and hop out of the cab. As I do I mutter “Keep the change,” coolly.

He eyeballs the bill and smiles at me before screeching off towards his next passenger, a delicate looking woman with her arm stretched out some twenty feet away. Another cab beats him to the punch by swerving in front of him and the driver honks ferociously.

****

The office is busy with everyone and I glance at people as they wave at me with a blank expression on my face.
Who the hell are these people?
I don’t recognize seventy percent of them and I don’t even remember hiring them. Alexis steps in front of me as I reach my door and she licks her lips. Her blue eyes scan me up and down quickly and I sigh with annoyance as I realize I’m going to have to fire her soon if she doesn’t quit hitting on me.

“Yes?” I ask.

She bites her lower lip and stares at me seductively.
What the fuck does she want
?

“You look nice today, Scott.” She says.

“Thanks.” I say, and open my door. She steps further towards me, blocking my entrance. I bite my lip and hold my tongue.

“There’s a Mr. Jones who wanted to speak to you. He’s been waiting for an hour.”

“I’m glad someone called me and told me,” I say sarcastically, “I wasn’t even planning on coming in today.”

She blushes, “Sorry about that. I didn’t know.”

“When I’m not here, you should fucking
assume that
.” I say coldly.

Her pale skin turns from the already blushed pinkness to a mortified purple look. She gulps and nods her head, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Send him in in five minutes. Not a second sooner or later. Understand?” I whisper sternly.

“Yes.”

“You sure that’s not too much for you to comprehend?” I widen my eyes. She’s making me sick. The bitch knows I’m taken and all she’s proving to me is that she’s an easy fuck.

“No sir.”

“Good. Thanks Alexis, you’re the
best
.”

I brush past her and close my door as I walk towards the chair. I sit down in my recliner and raise my legs up onto the desk, crossing them casually. Picking up the remote, I flip on the television and scan the guide. Nothing’s on; nothing that interests me at least.

The door knocks two minutes later and I clench my teeth together.
What doesn’t the moron understand about timing
?

“Come in.” I say with an artificial amount of pleasantness.

He’s grinning eagerly and boring looking – I’m sure he’s got a lot of business jargon to spew at me. This should be fucking fun
.

He speaks to me for what feels like an hour, although I keep a close eye on my watch and notice that it only lasts for twenty minutes. I nod my head like always and sign a few forms after carefully looking them over – I’ve been fucked over in the past and I’m not going to let anyone steal from me again. This guy’s legitimate and everything looks okay, so I scribble my name onto the papers and hand them over.

He walks out and I prop my feet back up on the desk and pull out my phone. There’s a knock at the door and I clench my teeth together before letting a burst of laughter bellow out of my throat.

“Yeah
?” I scream.

Alexis opens the door and smiles nervously at me. She’s unbuttoned the top of her shirt and her cleavage is in full view.
What the fuck is she doing
? She bites her lip anxiously and walks towards me – no,
strides
towards me like a porn star in the cheesiest porno you’ve ever seen.

“I feel like I have to break the ice.” She says slowly.

“Alexis… What-”

She quickly cuts me off, “I know you want me. I see the way you look at me and I know you can’t be satisfied with that, uh…
Woman
you’re with. She’s so beneath you, Scott.”

I quickly stand to my feet and bark directly in her face, “You
bitch
. Get the fuck out of my office and get the fuck out of the building –
you’re fired
.”

Her face turns ghost white and her lip starts trembling. Her eyes dilate and begin to fill with tears which quickly begin streaming down her thin cheeks. The whites of her eyes turn bloodshot red and she quickly takes a step back before frantically buttoning up her shirt and looking like the definition of a
humiliated slut
.

“You heard me,” I continue as I grin, “Get
out,
slut.”

“You… You can’t.”

“I just did. I’ll call security if your bag’s not packed in the next two minutes. Get the fuck out and never disrespect my woman again.”

“This doesn’t have to be this way,” She stutters as she wipes her cheeks, “I – I just misunderstood. I thought you
wanted
me.”

I smile and pick up the phone to dial security. She screams loud enough to make the entire office glance through the window at us curiously, and then she turns and quickly storms out.

“Yes sir.” The muffled voice of Frank the head of security fills the other line.

“Nevermind, Frank. I think we’re all good here.”

“Very good, sir. Let me know if you’re not.”

“Will do.” I hang up and watch as Alexis grabs her purse and walks shakily down the aisle between cubicles towards the elevator. All eyes are on her and some people are smiling. Others just look shocked.