SARA
The next morning, I woke up in James’ arms. At first, I wanted to take off and disappear, but I knew that was the wrong thing to do. We had yet to talk about what had happened in the past, and walking away never solved any problems.
James’ mom had married my dad when we were pre-teens, and we had spent our teenage years together. Their marriage ended the day after our high school graduation; incidentally, the day after we had sex. I used to blame myself for their divorce – that I was being punished for having sex with my stepbrother, but all that blame dissipated when I realized their marriage had stopped working years before. They had only stayed together for so many more years just for James and me. Apparently, they had waited for us to graduate from high school before announcing their inevitable separation.
I looked at James, snoring peacefully in my arms. Five years had hardly aged him. I bent over to kiss him lightly with the intention of sneaking out of bed and taking a shower, but my movement woke him up.
“Hey, princess,” he murmured, smiling at me.
“Hi,” I stammered, blushing as he had caught me in the act of kissing him.
“I won’t tell,” he grinned.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I told him, smiling and getting up. “I need to go home.”
“Why?” He sat up. “Today is Sunday. Where do you have to be?” His grin was as boyish as it had been when we were younger.
“Nowhere, but I need to brush my teeth, change my clothes, and stuff.”
“First of all, you don’t need clothes. I like you the way you are,” he said, trying to pull the bedsheet off me, but I held it tight.
“I’m sure you do,” I said with a laugh.
“And even if you do need clothes, I have plenty of spare clothes for you.” He pointed to a nearby closet.
“I appreciate your hospitality, James, but I think we both know this was a mistake,” I said.
“What are you talking about, Sara?”
“The two of us getting back together and having sex.”
“I’m guessing you have a boyfriend,” James said.
“You’re not getting it,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice calm. “You and I together again can’t be good. We’ve been through this before and I can’t do it again.”
“Sara, what happened five years ago shouldn’t have happened. I was immature and didn’t know how to express myself.”
“And now you do?” I asked skeptically.
“I’m trying to. I want to fix things.”
“Really nothing to fix, James. I think it’s best we just move on and maybe catch up every five years.”
“How do you have sex with me one minute and the next minute you’re pushing me away?” he asked.
I looked at him, and it didn’t take much to see the hurt he was feeling. How do I tell him how much he hurt me last time? How do I explain that I still loved him as much as I did five years ago and I was afraid that if I let my guard down again, I would get hurt? How do I tell him that I wanted nothing more than for us to find a way to forget the past and make the future work?
“Talk to me, Sara. I know I hurt you in the past, but I was really hoping this was my chance to make things up to you.”
I remained quiet for some time, wondering how to say what was on my mind. He watched me silently, patiently waiting for me to speak. But the mood was suddenly broken by some commotion outside the door.
“I need to see him,” a woman was saying to the captain.
“Fuck, that’s Vera,” James said, rising from the bed. “Sorry, Sara. I need to handle her.”
“What?” I scrambled up from the bed and quickly pulled my clothes on.
“You don’t have to do all that. She has no right to be here,” he said as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants. He was naked underneath. I gulped at the thought of his cock unrestricted in the loose pants.
“I do,” I said, pulling on my dress and struggling with the zipper. He came over to help me, and as he did, the bedroom door flung open.
“I knew it!” Vera, the woman from the night before, the one he had told me was his ex-fiancée, screeched when she saw us. She was fast approaching me, her hand in a fist and raised as if to strike.
“Sorry, sir.” The captain was behind her. “We docked and she came on board before I could stop her.”
“It’s okay, Andrew. I can handle her.” James addressed his captain, who politely withdrew.
“Handle me? When did I become a problem? Why is she here?” she yelled, pointing a fist at me.
“Vera, you have no right to be here,” James said sternly and stood between the two of us.
“I said, what is that whore doing here?” She was screaming and trying to push past James, but he caught her and stood firmly between us.
“First of all, Vera, she is not a whore. Secondly, you need to get off my property and leave me in peace.”
I cowered behind James, wondering if I should add to the conversation, but I felt it was better if I observed and let them fight it out.
“That’s what you always say, James. Until you come looking for my pussy,” she said. “You know she’s just a common slut. You’ll come back for the real thing.”
“Please leave now,” James said, raising his voice. He had balled his fist and was trying his best to keep his voice under control.
Vera noticed she had pushed too far and backed down. She glanced at me. “You better leave sweetheart. You’re just another piece of pussy,” Vera jeered at me and made her leave.
“I better leave,” I said, putting on my shoes. “I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
“I’m so sorry, Sara. She had no right to be here.”
“That’s okay. I shouldn’t be here anyways. It was good seeing you again after all these years. Let’s keep in touch.” I tried to walk past him.
“Wait,” he said, holding my hands and trying to stop me.
“No, James. This was a mistake, and I think we should get out while we can. I’ll see you around,” I said quickly, pushing past him. He didn’t stop me. I grabbed my purse off the table and rushed off the boat.
***
The rest of the summer was tough. I was doing my best to suppress all thoughts of James. But try as I could, it was almost impossible to erase him from my memories. My days were filled with longing for his touch, and my nights were filled with wanting his company. I knew how to reach him, but I decided against it. It was for the best.
School started a few weeks later, and I focused on my classes and part time job as a tutor on campus. A few weeks into the semester, I woke up one morning with nausea. Elle, my roommate, heard me running into the bathroom and followed me.
“Sara, you okay?” she asked, peeking through the door.
“Yeah. I think that takeout from yesterday upset my stomach,” I said.
“Do you need anything?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine,” I replied. I look up at her; she was dressed in a flirty, black, short dress. “You look cute.”
She looked down at herself and smiled back. “Thanks. There’s this new guy in my class. You know…”
“Yes, I know. Have fun.”
“Feel better,” she called as she shut the door quietly behind her.
Elle was very pretty, taller and slimmer than me, with a head full of dark, luscious curls. She had been my best friend and roommate since eternity, but I never told her the James I had met at the party weeks earlier was the same James she knew as my stepbrother. She knew I had lost my virginity to him years ago and knew I still thought about him often. I felt that if I told her about the party, she would encourage us to get back together. Elle had been known to make lovers out of enemies, and I didn’t want her to set about trying to fix James and me.
I sat in the bathroom for a few more minutes, then got ready for class. The rest of the day went fine – lectures, tests, part-time work, catching up with Elle about her new date.
The next morning, I woke up with the same intense feeling of nausea. Elle came into the bathroom to sit by me.
“Have you had your period recently?” she asked after my stomach calmed down.
“Yes, umm….no?”
“What do you mean? Yes or no?” she asked, her voice slightly irritated.
“I mean, yes, I’ve had it, but it’s a little late this month, so, no, I’m still waiting for it to start. You know, with school and stress, it can be delayed.”
“Gosh, Sara, are you that naive?” she asked, looking at me intently.
I looked at her and she rubbed her belly and smiled at me. “Heck no. It’s not even possible. I’ve only had sex once in the past five years. That’s not possible.”
“For a graduate student, you sure are slow,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
“What?” I asked, but she had already left the bathroom.
She returned with a small box and handed it to me. “Pee on that.”
“It’s a pregnancy test. I can’t be pregnant,” I said, but the realization that I could be pregnant began to dawn on me. I hadn’t had my period in weeks, and even though I had been safe the day I slept with James, we had used no protection.
“I’ll leave you for a minute. Let me know when the test beeps positive,” she said as she left the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I sat on the floor. “What are the odds that I’d get pregnant the first time I have sex in five years? And what are the odds it would be with my stepbrother, ex-stepbrother?”
I held the box for a few more minutes, dreading opening it. But I knew Elle was waiting outside, and if I didn’t pee on it myself, she would force me to do it. I opened the box and pulled out the stick. I cursed internally. I was such a fool! I closed my eyes and took a couple of breathes. There was no use wasting any more time. I had to take the test.
I peed on the stick and set it down for the test to process. I walked away from it. I wasn’t quite ready to see the result, which I already knew was going to be positive. The test beeped, and I reluctantly walked back to the stick. Positive flashed at me. Yes, I was as pregnant as can be.
The box came with two stick, and since I knew there was a potential for a false positive, I peed on the second stick. In seconds, the result flashed Positive. I stared at both sticks, my world crashing in on me.
The next few days passed in a daze. Nausea, exhaustion, loss of appetite, emotional swings, bloating – I had it all and some more. Regardless of all the discomforts that came with the pregnancy, I knew I wanted to keep the baby. The only thing I had yet to decide was whether to let the father of the baby know about the pregnancy or not.
So far, Elle had been encouraging and nonjudgmental. As we sat one evening, eating ice cream, our conversation switched to the baby.
“What would you do?” I asked her.
“You mean if I were pregnant?”
I nodded. She knew I was adamant about not revealing the identity of the father. I knew she could guess. She knew I had been out with James Brickstone a few weeks ago, but she was not the type of person to snoop around or poke her nose into my business.
“You need to do what you’re comfortable with,” she said, smiling at me.
Her words stayed with me the rest of the night, so the following morning, I found the business card James had given me and called him. He picked up at first ring.
“Sara?” he said before I said hello.
I didn’t ask him how he knew it was me. He either had my number memorized or he was good at guessing. Or maybe his billionaire status opened all doors for him. I wasn’t sure which it was, and frankly, I was more concerned with making sure he agreed to meet me.
“Can we meet?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said eagerly. “When?”
“Today,” I said, half-expecting him to tell me he had some other prior business engagement, but he didn’t.
“Anytime, anywhere, sis,” he said.
I winced at the word sis. I was pregnant with my stepbrother, ex-stepbrother’s, child. How much worse could life get?
We agreed to meet at Salaters, a new over-priced restaurant downtown at eight in the evening. “Of course,” he said. “Can’t wait to see you again.”
“Me too,” I lied. I wanted to see him, but I wasn’t in a hurry to tell him he was about to be a father.
That evening, I arrived at Salaters right before eight, our reservation time. I had refused the limousine James had offered me, not wanting to be indebted to him in any way. Besides, I wanted to get there before him so I could compose my words before he showed up.
“Good evening, madam. Welcome to Salaters.” A young woman standing at the door greeted me.
“Thank you.”
“May I take your coat?”
“Thanks,” I looked around as I handed her my red fall coat. The restaurant had a million lit candles and looked so romantic – a great place for an anniversary celebration. We walked toward another lady, who appeared to be the hostess. “Sara Smith,” I said, providing my name before I was asked.
“Sara Smith. You’re with James Brickstone?” she asked, reading the names on the tablet she held.
“Yes. I’m a little early. Mr. Brickstone should be here shortly,” I said.
“Of course, Miss Smith. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ll seat you at Mr. Brickstone’s table right away,” she said, leading me toward a private room.
Of course James would have a table at one of the most prestigious restaurants in town. I wouldn’t be surprised if he owned the entire restaurant. I felt a pang of jealousy as I wondered how many women he’d met at his table.
The hostess opened a door that said “VIP Only” and lead me to a dining area I could only have imagined in my wildest dreams. So this is how the rich eat – a VIP dining room in a VIP restaurant. The room was dim, decorated with tons of candles, fancy crystals, and fresh flowers, and meant for a couple. It was clear the room was for romance, something that was not on my agenda that evening. James had it all wrong. Did he think I wanted another sex session with him?
Suddenly the large room felt claustrophobic, and I wanted to tell the waiter I could wait outside in the main restaurant until James arrived. I was quickly losing my nerve, and if I went back outside, I’d most likely bolt. There was no way I was going to stick around and tell James about his baby. What in the world did I expect him to do anyways? Give up his life of luxury for one girl stupid enough to get herself pregnant the first time she has sex in five years? How did I expect him to give up his VIP room in the VIP restaurant where I assumed he normally met with several women to hang out with me and a baby? It wasn’t going to happen, and I was probably selfish for trying to put him in that situation. I realized that being there was the wrong decision. I had to leave.
Before I could suggest going back to the non-VIP room, the waiter pulled out a chair for me at one of the corner tables. I reluctantly sat.
“I’ll take it from here.” James was behind me. I quickly looked at my watch. He was ten minutes early.
“Sure, Mr. Brickstone,” the waiter said as he quietly slipped away.
James reached over my shoulder to pull a jade rose from the vase on the table and handed it to me. I turned around to look into a pair of eyes so sexy I felt an instant warmth spread through my body. This was not starting off right. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
“I hope you still like jade roses,” he said, smiling at me.
I nodded, lost for words, my cheeks hot from the warmth of his breathe. He remembered I loved jade roses. I glanced around quickly and realized the entire room was decorated with jade roses. He really had it all twisted. I looked at him and sighed. He looked good in a sports jacket that had certainly been tailored for him. His jeans hugged his hips, and the slight bulge at the crotch made my heart skip a beat. I guess the anxiety, the smell of his cologne, the wine I couldn’t have, and the atmosphere of the place was getting to me.
“James, thank you so much, but this is really too much,” I started to say as he pulled out the chair next to mine and sat. Since the tables were set up for intimacy, he was so close to me I could feel his body heat. As he tried to get comfortable in the chair, I could feel our legs rubbing together. I felt a spark of excitement. He didn’t apologize for getting too close to me, and I didn’t want him to either.
“What is?” he asked with a grin. “The flowers?”
“All this,” I said, waving my hands around the room.
“For my sister, the best will never be enough,” he laughed.
“Ex-sister,” I giggled.
“Whatever you say,” he smiled. “How have you been?” He extended a hand to hold mine. I let him. It was warm and soft and sensual.
The waiter reappeared with a bottle of wine and discreetly placed it on the table.
“Wine?” James asked, looking at my empty glass.
“Just water,” I said even though I would rather have had wine to steady my fraying nerves, but the thought of the alcohol harming the baby was enough to stop me from drinking.
“I see you never developed a head for alcohol,” he teased. When we were growing up, I always said I was one of those girls who would get drunk from sniffing of alcohol.
“Not really,” I replied, not wanting to reveal why I could only drink water.
“So, would you like to place your order?” he asked, motioning to the waiter, who was standing by discreetly.
“Yes, please. I’m starving,” I said. At least ordering and eating food would buy me some time.
The chef personally came and introduced himself, and we ended up sampling several different platters of delicious food that was not even on the menu, many of which I could never describe. James managed to make me forget momentarily why I had come to see him in the first place as we laughed, joked, and reconnected. Our conversation went from our parents, to old friends, to life in general. It turned out James and his mother had done okay after they left us, even though it took a lot for him to adjust to a new life of opulence. I was, of course, envious of him, but seeing how he had turned out, I couldn’t not be a happy for him.
Over dinner, his words were seductive, his voice was sexy, and he smelled even better leaning closer to me. He didn’t touch me, but his voice was so sexy he may as well have been making love to me. A tingle of excitement washed over me as we talked, causing my nipples to harden and strain against my dress. By the time we got to dessert, we were like old friends again. Five years might as well have never happened. When I ate the last morsel of my dessert, he had a grin on his face.
“What?” I asked as I wiped my lips vigorously, petrified that I had a smudge of Tiramisu on my face.
“I see you haven’t lost your appetite.”
“Oh yeah. Food’s still my weakness.” I grinned. He used to tease me about how much I could eat at one seating.
“Just food?” he said, leaning close to me.
“Just food,” I replied, giving him a nervous smile. And you, I wanted to add, but I couldn’t. I was already giddy from listening to him all night. I didn’t want to make a big fool of myself.
“I’m jealous,” he said, reaching out to hold my hands.
I almost retracted my hand but sheer stupidity stopped me. And curiosity too. I was doing it all wrong. This was the time to speak up and tell him what I was there for – he was going to be a father. But the words were caught in my throat. This was simply not the time to give him such news.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing much. Just thinking how life changes.”
“Yes. Life’s a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Who would have known that you and I would ever meet again?” He lowered his voice. “Ever get a chance to make love again?”
I blushed. I knew I should have left at that point, but instead of getting up and bidding him good bye and wishing him a good life, I let myself relax even more. His presence felt so good, wrong but good. I had to leave before I lost myself again.
“James….”
“Sara, I need to tell you something,” he said.
My heart dropped. I had just been making stupid assumptions and he was about to burst my bubble.
“I need to tell you something too,” I said without thinking. I wasn’t going to be outdone. Whatever he had to say, I had a counterattack for him.
“You first?” he said smiling.
“No, you go first,” I said, sitting back on the chair. I expected he was going to tell me he was back with Vera and couldn’t just see me anytime I wished even though we were ex-stepsiblings. If that were the case, there was no way in the world I was going to tell him about being pregnant. I would simply wish him good luck and go take care of my baby by myself.
“You sure you don’t want to go first?” he smiled.
“No, it’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind.”
“Okay. I’ll go first then,” he said, smiling. He took my hands in his. I was lost for words as I hadn’t expected an intimate touch from him.
“Sara, I never truly apologized to you about the past.”
“It’s okay, James. It’s the past.”
“No, you know I like to make things right.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I’m so sorry I was a jerk back then. I was simply immature, and I freaked out after having sex with you.”
“And that was why you stopped talking to me?”
“It was immature on my part, and when I knew my mom was leaving your dad, it made things easier for me because I would never have to talk to you ever again.”
I was speechless for some time but finally asked him the question that had been foremost on my mind for the past five years. “Was I a bad lay or what?” It took all I had in me to keep a straight face.
“What the heck are you talking about?” he asked.
“You left me for Miranda Ball right after we slept together. Not only did you stop talking to me, your stepsister, you started dating the most popular girl in school the very next day, and then left town just a month later. How do you suppose I felt?” My voice was beginning to rise, and for the first time, I was glad he’d chosen a private room. I noticed that the waiter had slipped away discreetly.
“Sara, I was a fool. I liked you so much. I was so scared. To convince myself I didn’t want you any more than any other girl, I chose the most popular girl in school to get thoughts of you out of my head. But it didn’t work. No one could replace you then, and no would ever.”
“What are you saying?” I asked. I may be vulnerable, but I knew when I was being taking for a ride. James was taking me on wild spin.
“I’m saying I wanted you so badly it scared me. To save myself from what I imagined was a love I couldn’t have even if I wanted to, since we were siblings, I did what I thought would work. I got a girlfriend to keep me away from you.”
“Are you kidding?” I asked, unable to control the anger in my voice.
“No, I’m not, Sara. I love you so much, and knowing that I took your virginity but couldn’t be with you was too much to handle. You have to understand that boys do dumb things sometimes. I knew Miranda was wrong for me the first day I spoke with her, and not that it makes a difference, we never had sex. I couldn’t bring myself to touch any other woman.”
“James, you don’t have to tell me all this. It’s really in the past.”
“No Sara, I do have to. It took a month for me to see I was doing it all wrong, and the night when I wanted to talk to you and explain what was going on, was the same night my mom told me she was leaving your dad. At that time, I decided it didn’t make any sense letting you know how I felt about you. You were already losing a stepmom and a stepbrother. I didn’t want you to lose a lover too.”
I sat there listening to him. His reasons seemed valid, but it was too late. I was now pregnant with his baby, and we were no longer eighteen.
“Say something please, Sara.”
“James, there’s really nothing to say. It’s a pity we didn’t get to have this conversation five years ago. It would have helped me adjust after you guys left. I thought I was the reason our parents divorced, that they knew we’d had sex and had decided to leave because of us.”
“No, Sara. Mom left because she wanted more glamor and glitz. It’s always been that way with her. I’m used it. It was never about you or your dad.”
I nodded, understanding. There was only one question on my mind: how did he feel about me now? He said he’d loved me five years ago, but time had passed and I couldn’t make any assumptions. Not that it mattered how he felt since I knew regardless his feelings, once he found out about the baby, if he found out about the baby, things would change.
I felt a hand on my thigh. I gasped; I had not been expecting him to reach for me, but I didn't stop him. I didn't feel like stopping him. In fact, it felt so good. He looked at me, like he was asking for permission, making sure I was fine with his advances. I responded by placing my palm over his hand and pushing his hand closer to my pussy. The room was dark and no one could have seen what was going on, even if someone else was in the room. Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider, allowing him to feel my warmth. He rubbed my inner thigh slowly and seductively. His fingers began a slow, gentle crawl upwards. He gasped as he reached the top of my thigh. I guess my not wearing underwear was a surprise he hadn’t been expecting.
“Naughty girl,” he said, smiling seductively.
I wanted to tell him I hadn’t worn panties because it made my stomach uncomfortable because I was pregnant, but dropping the news about my pregnancy at that moment seemed so wrong. I was not accomplishing what I had set out to do today, which was to let him know about the baby growing in my stomach. Instead of pushing his hands away from mine, I placed my hand on his lap and worked my way to the flap of his pants. With my fingers working stealthily, I unbuckled his pants and felt his dick straining against his underwear. I guided my hands towards the opening in the underwear and found a cock that filled most of my palm.
As his fingers caressed my clit, my hands went to work on him. I let his cock out of the underwear, and it shot toward the top of the table. I placed my hand on his cock and slowly rubbed him from top to bottom. With each stroke, he seemed to get bigger, and I wondered how much bigger it would get before he exploded.
His first finger found the opening of my pussy, and using my natural juices, he got me wetter and glided his finger slowly into me. I let out another gasp. A second and third finger followed, curving towards the topmost part of me. My legs spread of their own volition even more. I leaned back a little bit, careful not to appear so engrossed in order to avoid drawing the attention of the waiter who I knew was just outside the door. My guess, though, was that the waiters were used to such events occurring in that room given the intimate setup and the romantic atmosphere. I wondered how many guests routinely went to the bathroom together.
James spread his legs a little more, allowing me access to the rest of him. I caressed his balls, eliciting a moan from him. His fingers kept working on me, and I did my best to avoid moaning out loud.
The waiter walked over and interrupted us by pouring more wine for James and water for me. We froze, not looking at him, just waiting for him to leave again.
“I feel like a high school kid,” I said as the waiter left.
“Me too.” He was grinning. “Want to get out of here?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this on a second date.” I was not ready to do anything out of haste that I would regret when I woke up.
“You can trust me if it’s our second date,” he teased.
“The last time I trusted you…” I started to say but trailed off.
“What happened the last time?” he asked, removing his fingers from inside me. I stopped stroking him but left my hands on him. His cock was still throbbing.
“Last time you were out of line,” I giggled.
“And I’m doing it again.”
“Yes.”
“Maybe we’ve both had too much to drink. I would hate to take advantage of you in any way. I think I’ve done enough already,” he said.
“I’m perfectly fine,” I reassured him.
Fuck that perfect lady bullshit. How responsible did I really want to be? Here was a man with a fully hardened cock, ready to plunge himself into me if I gave him the go-ahead. Heaven knew I was eager to have him inside of me right then. I couldn’t really get pregnant again. I did want him one more time before I broke the news I knew would cause us to drift apart again. My conscience told me I’d be using him if I had sex with him before telling him about the baby. The terrible, naughty part of me wanted him to screw me all night long until he made me feel like a hardcore slut.
“Are you sure?” he asked, concern all over his face.
“Yes, I’m okay,” I said. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“You know, I just realized you haven’t even told me why you wanted to meet,” he inquired seriously.
“It’s not important right now,” I said. No way was I going to let this moment pass by me. “I want you.”
“What?”
“I want you, James.” Those were not the words I should have been telling him. I was supposed to be crying now, telling him about my carelessness and how I was pregnant because of it. Instead, I winked at him and placed his hands back on my lap. I spread my legs wider. He started slowly working his fingers up my legs, looking at me to make sure I was okay with his actions. I nodded, signaling for him to get on with it. My pussy needed to be taken care of, and I was going to have this handsome man inside my pussy, one way or the other.
“We should get out of here,” he said as I began to moan in slow breaths. He withdrew his hands from my lap and signaled for the waiter to bring the check. I reached into my purse to pull out my wallet, but he stopped me.
“Please allow me,” he said.
I tried to insist, but he shut me down by reaching for my inner thighs and rubbing his thumb ever so briefly on my clit. It seemed decadent to flirt in such a racy way with him, but his presence and my despondency had taken away my inhibitions. I felt blithe enough to do whatever I wanted. All I could think of was how I would feel when that warm cock finally filled my pussy. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
***
We went to a fancy penthouse that belonged to James.
“Nice,” I said as I walked in, glancing around the living room. A grand piano was tucked in the corner. Several chandeliers hung from the ceilings. Marble and hardwood mixed to frame the room and furnishings.
“You like it?” he asked as he dropped his keys on a nearby glass table.
“It’s okay,” I said, laughing. “It’ll do.”
“You think?” he asked as he scooped me in his arms.
“Yeah, it’ll have to do. I’m used to more luxury, but for my ex-stepbrother, I’ll step down a bit.”
“Appreciate that,” he replied wryly, but as he talked, he was unzipping my dress and soon pinned me against a wall.
“You move fast,” I giggled.
“I know what I want,” he said. “And I know what you want.”
I smiled. He was right. I was so hot for him. I wanted nothing but to feel his cock in me. But I had made several mistakes with him and I didn’t want to make a third one. He must have felt my hesitation.
“You okay?” he asked, releasing my mouth. “I’ll take it easy.”
“Who said I want it easy?”
“Well, I know you don’t really have a lot of sex.” I stared at him, an eyebrow cocked. “You were as tight as a virgin the last time we had sex. If I hadn’t been your first, I could have sworn you were a virgin.”
“Technically.” I muttered, but he heard my words.
“You mean you really don’t have sex?”
“Twice. Does that count??”
“You’ve only had sex twice?” His eyes widened in surprise.
I nodded, too shy to admit that I didn’t know much about sex. All I knew was what he had taught me the two times we’d had sex.
“So I’ve been your only lover?” I nodded again. He looked at me with disbelief, then his face brightened up. “You waited for me?”
“Not really….”
“Oh Sara, I always dreamed you’d wait for me.”
“I wasn’t really waiting, James. It just happened.” Who was I kidding? After James took my virginity, I couldn’t bring myself to let another man touch me. He had touched my body and heart in places no other man could ever reach.
“Sara!” He took me in his arms and claimed my mouth again. Before I could say another word, my clothes were on the floor and his hands were all over my body, caressing, massaging, his need for me so apparent. I wanted so badly to tell him about the baby first, but I found myself responding to his touch, feverishly.
“James,” I moaned as my hands found his zipper. His jeans, jacket, and shirt were in a pile on the floor promptly.
“Sara. You’re so beautiful. I never stopped thinking about you. Never stopped loving you,” he moaned as his lips sought my nipples.
Those words did it for me. I pulled him to a standing position.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m pregnant, James. That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
“Pregnant?” His voice was uncertain.
Great. Nothing kills a hard on more than the announcement of pregnancy. I nodded, avoiding looking at his face. He didn’t sound mad like I had expected. In fact, if I had not known better, I’d have imagined he sounded a tad bit happy.
“From the last time we met?” He certainly wasn’t mad.
“Yes.”
“You sure?” he asked, reaching out to rub my belly.
“Yes, or so says the pregnancy test,” I said, letting him rub my belly.
“How long?”
“A few weeks,” I said, unsure. “I don’t know for sure.”
“Sara, you waited this long to tell me? You’ve been dealing with this all by yourself?”
“I’m sorry, James. I just wasn’t sure what to do…”
“Oh Sara, baby,” he said and pulled me to him, cutting me off mid-sentence.
I don’t know what happened but as our bare chests touched – my naked breasts squashed against his muscular torso – the tears of anxiety I had bottled up for weeks let loose. As he held me, I realized I still loved him, the same way I had loved him when we were young, the same love I had tried to deny the last time we were together on the yacht. The love was not dead.
“Why are you crying, Sara?”
My sobbing worsened. Why was I crying? I was crying because I was pregnant with my ex-stepbrother’s baby, who I had just reconnected with a few weeks ago. I was crying because I just realized I loved him and I figured he probably loved someone else, like Vera. I was screwed.
“Sara, what do you want?” he asked, leading me to the couch. “You don’t want the baby?”
“I don’t want to complicate your life. I just wanted to let you know, but I’ll disappear. I’ll be fine.”
“Sara, you can’t be serious. I want my baby. And you know I want you so much. I’ve wanted you since we were kids. But I haven’t been the best man. I know I’ve hurt you so much, and I can understand if you want nothing to do with me. But please don’t punish me by denying me this baby.”
“What?” I wasn’t sure I had heard him right. Denying him the baby? What was he talking about?
“The baby. I want to be a part of the baby’s life. I want you and my child.”
I was silent. There were no words to express the turmoil in my mind. I had wanted to meet with him and tell him I was pregnant and that I would be okay, but instead I was naked, in his penthouse, realizing I was in love with him, and he was confessing his love for me. It was all too much, too sudden. I wasn’t sure how to handle the unexpected development.
“Sara, please say something.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I said finally. “I really don’t.”
“Do you like me even just a little? Can you find it in your heart to let me be part of the baby’s life? Please?”
I had never heard James beg for anything, and I understood the irony of our situation. Both of us wanted each other and each of us had wrongly assumed we didn’t want each other. It was crazy, but things were going to work out.
“I don’t know, James. I don’t like you,” I said. His face fell. “I love you. I’ve always loved you and you should know that by now.”
James’ face lit up as he grabbed me and hugged me tight. The hug turned to massages and caresses and our hands began exploring each other crazily. He claimed my mouth, and I responded without hesitation. We soon found ourselves on the carpet, and James disappeared between my legs, his mouth on my pussy. He kissed my clit like it was heaven. I whimpered as his kisses turned to intense sucking. I moaned loudly.
“James…” I said weakly, trying to pull him up. I needed his cock in me. This was no time for foreplay.
“Hmmm….” he groaned.
“Please,” I hissed, pulling on his shoulder. “Please fuck me.”
“No,” he said, smiling.
“What?” I asked, trying to get up, but he pushed my back again.
“I can’t fuck you yet until you answer a question for me.”
“James, can we do this after?” I asked.
“No, right now.” He got up and pulled me into sitting position and reached into his jacket, which was behind him. He pulled out a box.
“What is that, James?” I assumed he had a necklace or something for me. “Can I open that after?”
“No,” he said. He got on his knees, naked.
“You’re kidding,” I whispered, grinning.
“Would you, Sara, please marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a huge marquise-cut diamond set in a tiny platinum band. It was perfect. When we were growing up, I had always said I wanted a marquise-shaped ring if I ever got engaged. I looked at him. He was what I had always wanted in a man with a couple extras perks. Of course I wanted nothing more than to marry him. I wanted nothing more than to make a home with him and our baby.
“If I say yes, will you fuck me now?” I asked.
“Is that a yes?” He pulled me into his arms.
“If that will get your cock in me now and forever, yes, yes I will marry you, James Brickstone.”
“Yes!” he said as he slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly.
“Gosh, James, do you always get what you want?” I purred as I reach down and found his cock had hardened again.
“When it comes to you,” he moaned as he positioned himself near my pussy.
“Oh, James…” I hissed as I anticipated his penetration. I wasn’t disappointed. In the blink of an eye, he was buried deep in me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” James moaned as he began to push in and out of me. For a few minutes, he went slowly as if to let me adjust to his girth. When he felt my body relax, he went all out, pushing hard and fast.
“Fuck me, baby,” I screamed as his cock tore my near-virgin pussy.
“Yes baby,” he groaned, my screams spurring him on even more.
I held him tight as my body rocked in unison with his. We kept up the pace, his penetration getting deeper and harder by the minute, and my moans and grunts getting louder by the second. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out of me.
“What?” I questioned, but he didn’t say a word. Instead he turned me around, and I was now on all fours, my ass jutted out toward him. His cock found my pussy again, and he was pushing into me with fervor. He held on to my ass as he rode me, his cock hitting my core, his balls slapping against my clit. He pumped me a couple more times, our bodies in unison.
“Harder…James…” I grunted as I felt the first wave of wild sensation go through me. I was indeed inexperienced with sex, but I knew that was the wave of orgasm.
“Oh baby,” he hissed as he gave it his all, his cock hitting me in places I never knew it could get to.
“James…” I moaned as a second and stronger wave passed through me.
“Yes, baby,” he hissed, his movements becoming jerky. “Yes baby!”
I was beginning to shake uncontrollably as a third and more powerful wave took over my body. I screamed as the orgasm finally overtook me. “I’m coming. I’m coming!”
“Fuck.” He was also coming. I felt his warm seed spraying into me. James fucked me a couple more times as we both came, and then finally, he collapsed on top of me. We lay on the carpet, spent.
“So, when did you buy this ring?” I asked, finally getting a chance to admire the ring. There was no way he’d have known I was coming to see him before today.
“After our night on the yacht, I reminded myself that I had always wanted to marry you, but I didn’t want to scare you again. I promised I would wait for you until you were ready.”
“That’s when you bought the ring?”
“No, I bought it today after we spoke. I knew that if I let you out of my sight today, it could be the last time I saw you. I was determined not to let you go without at least trying to propose to you.”
“That’s insane,” I said. “Totally insane. I came to let you know I was leaving for good and now I’m stuck making a home and having baby with you.”
“Oh, and I have another confession,” he said as he pushed me down and started trailing kisses from my neck downwards. “This one might piss you off.”
“I don’t want to know then,” I moaned.
“I had actually arranged to have you come to the party after I tracked you down at that staffing agency about a year ago.”
“You mean you set me up?”
“Sort of.”
Now it made sense why my boss had insisted I go to the party. “So was the party a hoax too?”
“Kind of. I arranged a party so I could get you to me.”
“You went to that length for me?”
“How else was I going to get you to come anywhere near me after the way things ended between us years ago?” He was now kissing my belly button and rubbing my belly.
“No wonder you were so confident taking me away from the reception.”
“Yes.”
“You’re conniving,” I said, rubbing my belly alongside him.
“Maybe so,” James said, kissing my belly and pulling up to kiss me.
“I’m glad you agree with me,” I teased.
“And Sara, you’re perfect. This is perfect. Thank you so much for the baby. I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, promise me we will have a good life together,” I said, even though there was no need for him to say much. I could already see our lives ahead of us. Instead of talking, he kissed me deeply. That was all I needed to know.
I kissed him back, my heart threatening to burst with lust and excitement.
Life couldn’t get more amazing than reconnecting with the stepbrother who took your virginity, finding out you love him, discovering you’re pregnant with his child, and realizing the love is reciprocal. And the fact that he’s a multibillionaire didn’t hurt either. No, life doesn’t get any better. I was lucky.