ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (52 page)

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Delicately, Alan sat next to Maxwell on the fountain’s edge, both men with their feet in the cold water. The trickle of water splashed back on the men, providing comfort to them as their heart rates started to slow.

“Talk!” Alan urged.

“What do you want to know? Huh?” Maxwell quietly responded.

“What kind of sick fucker are you? Did you think that I’d just be cool with you abusing my stepsister?”

“I didn’t do shit to your sister…”

“First of all, cut your tone back and she’s my stepsister!” Alan corrected him.

“Okay, okay, please, lower your voice and I’ll tell you.” Maxwell insisted.

“You remember Katrina?”

“Yeah,” Alan remembered the brunette in the porcelain mask with the purple gems.

“I told you on the phone today that she’d been hanging around here. Well, she practically clung to me. I couldn’t get away from her. So, it was after I kicked her out onto the patio.”

Alan nodded his head, recalling the story.

“Well, I closed and locked the door. She left my property and had to find a ride. So, she called your stepsister.” Alan winced at a sharp pain in his ribs and coughed in agony.

Confused, Alan looked at Maxwell and listened with curiosity.

“So, your stepsister…what’s her name…” Maxwell thought a moment. “Oh, yeah, Tiffany…Tiffany Dempsey…” He paused and smirked.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?!” Alan shouted.

“Man, serious, I’m not fighting anymore. If you want answers, you’d be best not to scream anymore. Come on, follow me.”

Both men stepped out of the large fountain and limped up the east wing stairs. Maxwell opened a door to a large room. Maxwell gripped the side of his head where a large knot started forming. He leaned down to a bedside table next to a large canopy bed, much like the one that Alan shared with the masked woman.

“What’s the point of this?” Alan asked softly.

Max sat on the bedside and pulled the bedside drawer open. He placed his hand on something and sighed before he spoke.

“So, you remember when I told you around a month ago about the masquerade ball?” Maxwell asked his battered associate.

“Yeah?”

“Well, you must not know how much I love you, bro.” Tears welled in Max’s eyes. “All I wanted to do was surprise you with something special. Something to show you what you mean to me.”

A stream of thick tears spilled down his cheeks and his lips curled downward. His disposition took a quick turn from violent and vengeful to sad and remorseful. Quickly, Maxwell wiped the tears from his cheeks and rubbed his eyes.

Impatiently, Alan moved in closer, trying to catch a glimpse of what he held in the drawer.

Maxwell snapped his head up to look at Alan. Tears continued to pour from his bloodshot eyes. His bottom lip quivered.

“You’re my only family, baby boy. That’s why I love you so much. You think that I don’t listen to you? That I don’t bother giving you the time of day? Is that it?”

Alan stared intensely at Maxwell, waiting for him to continue.

“I know you by now, you were just going to show up, have a few drinks and then leave. That’s the way it is for you. Work, work, work. You don’t even take the time to enjoy the finer things in life. So, since you weren’t going to stay, I thought I’d get you a present. I looked up your parent’s number…”

Alan’s stomach sank and he shivered. His jaw dropped as Maxwell revealed what happened.

“…and I told them that I wanted to surprise you at a masquerade ball by having your stepsister meet you here. They loved the idea and I arranged for her to arrive the day before the party. And, the only way she would do it was if she could bring her friend along.”

Alan’s legs buckled and once again he fell to his knees. Excruciating pain shot up from his right leg yet he hardly noticed. All he could do was intently listen to Maxwell.

“So, I said no problem…that’s where her classmate Katrina comes in. When she wouldn’t leave my house for the past few weeks, I started making up reasons to get her out of my house.”

“When I finally did get her to leave, I never expected your stepsister to show up. She came in here yelling at me and demanding an apology for her friend. So, I told her that she’d better shut up or I’d tell you what
really
at the masquerade ball.”

The room appeared to hum around Alan as he watched Maxwell slowly pull his hand from the drawer. In his hand was a mask adorned with green gems and speckles of painted stars surrounding the left eyehole.

“But…” Alan fumbled for words.

Maxwell stood up and dropped the porcelain mask down to his former friend. The mask shattered into tiny bits of glass and white dust. Alan stared at the mess it left and denial washed over him.

“She was blond. The masked woman was blond,” Alan reasoned.

“Yeah, but what was your stepsister’s hair color before, right?”

Holy shit
, Alan mouthed.

Knowing the answer, Alan still asked, “But, how?”

“Really?!” Maxwell asked as he walked out of the room. As he left the room, Max paused long enough to respond. “Alan, you’re not a stupid man. Come on, think. I’m rich; I can get anything taken care of.”

Alan grasped the edge of the bed and scrambled to stand up. He turned to face Maxwell.

“But, why?” Alan asked.

Max, holding his wounded head, looked over his shoulder and at his friend.

“Alan, I’ll admit it, I’m not the best person in the world. And I do some fucked up shit. But, one thing I won’t do is screw my friend. You weren’t supposed to fuck your stepsister. I thought you’d arrive, recognize her and then be on your way. But, then she decided to fool you and ride out her childhood fantasies of being with you. Hmmm…amazing…”

“So, once she realized what she did, I guess she ran and hid back in this room where she was staying. The next morning, she came to me pleading to help her. I called a hair stylist, trimmed her hair and dyed it. End of story, Alan.”

Maxwell slowly hobbled away and walked down the stairs as Alan watched him.

“See yourself out before Trent comes out,” Maxwell called back to Alan. “He may not be too happy with you. And, I’m not going to stop him if he sees you.”

Alan left the Hart Family Mansion as quickly as his body would allow him. Now all he had to do was go home and figure out what to do. The masked woman was Tiffany. The lady he fell for despite their family ties. As he started his car, tears flowed down his face.

Tears of relief and tears of joy washed away his worries and he headed home to start life anew.

 

 

 

 

Epilogue

Battered and bloody, Alan limped in through his front door to see Tiffany sleeping on the living room couch. The lights were out and the muted-TV illuminated the room. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbed a dish towel and a few ice cubes from the refrigerator dispenser. As Alan walked toward the darkened living room, he placed the ice into the middle of the dish cloth, twisted it into a ball and placed it over his swelling forehead.

Delicately he dabbed the blood away from his lips and gingerly sat down on the couch next to his stepsister’s feet. His presence on the furniture woke Tiffany and her eyes blinked open. Dried tears streamed her cheeks and mascara had smeared around her sparkling blue eyes. As she rubbed her eyelids to get better focus, Tiffany startled awake instantly when she saw that Alan was beaten, bloody and disheveled.

“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” Tiffany sat up quickly and hugged Alan from the side.

Alan probed the inside of his lip with his tongue, feeling the loose skin that came from fighting Maxwell. He looked angry yet his heart felt betrayed. Tiffany could sense that he knew, but didn’t want to be the first to acknowledge it. It’s true—she’d fallen harder for him than ever before. This was no longer a childhood crush and now Tiffany was bearing a creation of both their doing.

“So…” he paused, cocked his head to the side and peered at Tiffany through his peripheral. “…you…uh…you’re pregnant?”

Tears welled in her eyes again. Tiffany was unsure of what would come next. How would she tell her father and Alan’s mother? Where else could she turn to? Now that her best friend, Katrina was gone, she had no one to fall back on. The young stepsister struggled for the right words when suddenly she felt Alan scoot closer to her. He placed his homemade ice pack on the couch.

Alan slipped one arm behind her and the other under her knees. Then, he stood up as he cradled her in his arms. Tiffany broke down crying into his chest and she kissed his neck. The safety of his arms was where she wanted to be and now that she knew he was well enough to carry her, she knew all would be well.

Alan walked over to the guest room and placed her down on the bed. He straddled her midsection, removed his torn shirt to expose his skin. The two came together and kissed. Though the copper taste of blood was strong on his lips, Tiffany did not stop. All she wanted to do was make love to him.

Alan removed her red camisole top and slid her biker shorts off. Her nude breasts perked up at the chill of the open room and goose bumps covered her skin as he kissed his way all over her body. Just when she thought Alan would have his way with her for the first time since the party, he pulled her in close to his arms. He wrapped his legs around her and provided her body with much-needed warmth.

The two fell asleep with Tiffany in Alan’s arms. They silently declared themselves to be free of the burdens of stepbrother and stepsister because now they were lovers. And, after years of toiling away at building his riches, Alan knew that he finally had reason to stop and enjoy his work. He finally had someone that he could share his wealth and his life with for the rest of his days.

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stepbrother

Menage

 

 

 

 

By: Madelin Brook

 

Table of Contents

 

About the Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

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ABOUT THE STORY

Stepbrother Menage

 

 

When stepsiblings Travis and Stephanie frivolously spend all of their college funds, they are left with little options to continue their higher learning. Their roommate, Tammy concocts a get-rich-quick scheme that may very well solve all of their financial woes. However, they have to decide if they are willing to jeopardize their family bond by agreeing to an offer that is not only lucrative yet taboo by nature.

What does Tammy have in mind for her stepsibling roommates? With the three roommates entangled in a love triangle, will someone get hurt in the end? Or, will cooler heads prevail so that they can all finish their college education and end up on top? And, will they end up wealthier than their wildest dreams due to this crazy yet ingenious plan?

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

Most times of desperation, people concoct the most genius plans yet for stepsiblings, Travis and Stephanie, no good ideas came to mind. They faced the toughest hardship and first life lesson since leaving home for college. Though the first two years of college were memorable, fun and quite successful, they ignored one big issue that plagues most college students—money. And, the two did fairly well with their funds, but it was soon depleted by burning their school funds on living excessively.

“So, you’re telling me that you spent all your money on purses and boots?” Travis laughed. “Geez, I thought I was bad, but you have me trumped.”

“Wait,” Stephanie held her hands up in protest. “You can’t judge me! You have no money either. And last I knew you have nothing to show for all your parties. Are your friends going to spot you money for rent?”

Travis swallowed hard and felt his anger begin to boil. He didn’t want to admit it, but Steph was right. The 20-year old stepbrother spent his college funds meant for living expenses on big parties and living large. Countless nights of parties and bar-hopping didn’t do his budget well and now Travis faced a terrible reality. The poor college student was dead broke. Other than covering the tuition for the upcoming fall semester, Travis had no money for books, rent or food.

And, Stephanie was no better off than her stepbrother. As Travis pointed out, Steph spent all of her living expenses on clothes, lattes at the local internet café, and useless decorations for their shared off-campus apartment. The 20-year old junior met the same issue that her stepbrother did.

They both had no money, no job, and little hope as they entertained the options available to, at least, survive the next semester. The stepsiblings met up expecting to get a loan from one another, but they soon found out that they shared the same issue.

“Fuck…what’re we going to do?!” Travis tossed his hands up. “No one’s hiring in town right now and I hardly have the time to have a job anyways.”

The young man ran his hands through his tousled blonde hair and inhaled deeply as he leaned back in his chair to look at the ceiling. Travis didn’t have many possessions to his name so he couldn’t pawn very much. And, because he frequently smoked weed, plasma centers wouldn’t even consider taking his donations for money. He didn’t have many talents, so he couldn’t perform to get quick money. His mind shifted to how he was going to break the news to their roommate, Tammy.

This thought gave him great pause. Travis had a huge crush on his roommate Tammy and he didn’t want to let her down for a moment. He fell madly in love with Tammy’s gorgeous curvy body, sassy attitude, and sexually provocative clothing. Tammy knew how to dress and how to attract either sex. And, she was not shy about her interest in both genders and open dating.

Steph and Travis met Tammy in the co-ed dorm when they were freshmen. The three immediately hit it off well and became nearly inseparable. However, Tammy was the most level-headed of the three. She knew when to stop partying, and when to start working hard. The 20-year old college student was the glue that held the three friends together. Yet, Tammy never micromanaged the stepsiblings’ expenses nor did she think they were that bad off.

“Did you tell Tammy yet?” Steph broke Travis’ train of thought.

“No,” he emphatically shook his head. “You?”

“Well, I was seeing if you had any money or ideas because I know Tammy and she’s going to go on one of her lectures with me. So…no.”

Stephanie nervously smirked and busied her hands by stirring her iced coffee. She was scared of sharing the news with Tammy. It wasn’t that she would suffer any consequences, but Steph just knew that her friend would tell her to sell her belongings. And, this was not an option she would entertain. The young college student had worked incredibly hard in the two years before this problem and felt she deserved these few luxuries. Besides, most places would pay her pennies on the dollar for her designer clutches and boots. This was unacceptable to her and she wasn’t even sure what her next option was.

“Have you thought about donating plasma for some cash?” Travis asked.

“Oh, hell no!” Steph shook her head. “Fuck that! I hate needles.”

“Okay, okay,” Travis defensively raised his hands. “Just an idea.”

The stepsiblings stared at each other and forcibly smiled at each other. How could they continue college without a place to stay? They needed money for rent, food and general travel expenses. No other friends had a couch to sleep on and no one even sympathized with their dire situation.

“What about Mom and your dad?” Travis questioned.

“Oh, no,” Steph laughed. “They told me under no circumstances would they help me. I guess they saw my pictures on Facebook and Instagram. Dad said I should sell my stuff and…”

“Well, why don’t you? That’s not a bad…”

“No!” she shot back. “And, you’re screwed too!”

“What?! Why me? What did you tell ‘em?” Travis questioned as he sat up straight in his chair.

“What do you mean? You posted all those pictures of you partying. You think they don’t pay attention to you too? Ha! Think again.” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “There’s a good reason they haven’t called us too often lately. They’re just letting us figure it out on our own. ‘Good luck, have fun, kids!’”

“Well, where are we going to get the money for rent?” Travis tossed his hands up in defeat.

The two stepsiblings never considered what they would do after all the money ran out. It’s not like they were planning on running out of money, much less slowly squander it away for the first two years of college. There was no backup plan and neither student would get accepted by credit card companies after wrecking their credit early in their higher education.

“You tell Tammy yet?” Travis broke the awkward silence. “Maybe she…”

“No, no, no!” Steph protested. “She carries that shitty job and still barely makes ends meet. I don’t think she’d have the faintest idea of how to cover…”

“Hey, I wasn’t asking that. I’m thinking maybe, just maybe, she’d have some ideas,” Travis stood up and began to tidy up his side of the table. “I mean, it’s better than what you and I have come up with so far.”

Steph pensively stared off to the side and gingerly bit her lower lip. She was afraid that she and Travis ran out of options and would have to beg their way back into their parent’s house. It was no longer a worry over dropping out, but more concern about moving back home. The two stepsiblings moved out together to conquer the world, never to return to their hometown.

She slowly stood and followed Travis out the door into the warm summer air.

“Well, she should be getting home right about now,” Steph looked at Travis. “Shall we?”

Travis flashed a slight grin to his stepsister, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

The both broke into a power walk, heading straight back to the apartment, secretly hoping for answers from Tammy. Their roommate always had great plans and ideas that made them feel a bit more safe and secure. After all, it was Tammy’s idea to move off campus to save money, and gain more privacy away from dorm life. There was a strong possibility that Tammy may have an idea.

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