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  There I was with my stepbrother, exposed and cleaning his body off underneath a waterfall on a beautiful island. It’s amazing how something so messed up could feel so good.

  He leaned down and motioned for me to put some of the liquid into his hair, and I did as he wanted, paying close attention to the cut on his head as I cleaned him. It had healed over nicely and was already starting to scar, but he winced when I put too much pressure on it.

  “Still sore,” he said.

  “And lucky that it didn’t get infected.”

  He dipped his head down under the water to rinse off his hair, and when he surfaced he motioned with his hand for me to turn around. I was instinctively covering my breasts and kneeling slightly in the water as I rotated, but he wasted no time rubbing in the plant liquid as soon as my back was accessible.

  His hands were large and strong, but gentle. I could feel the coarseness on his palms from the work that we had been performing around our camp, as they glided across my silky skin. He applied a light massage as he worked in the soap-like liquid, and I exhaled as he found my tense spots.

  I closed my eyes and slowly began to relax as he washed my back. I could hear the sound of the waterfall in front of me and the light rustling of nature in the trees that surrounded us. For a moment, I thought I was in a dream. I had forgotten that we had been shipwrecked and stranded on an island. I forgot that comfortable rubdown that I was receiving was coming from my brother. Like one of those moments when you’re at a spa and trying to use the relaxing background music to help transfer your imagination to a distant place. It was something like that, except I was really there.

  Suddenly, time was in slow motion, and I felt his hands slip around me and under my breasts. I felt his cock nudge against my lower back, underneath the water. He was hard. Hot and hard, even in the cold water. I’m not sure how I let things get so far at that point, but I didn’t stop him- well, not until his hands moved a little bit lower. When his fingers brushed against my pubic hair, I was suddenly snapped out of my trance and jolted away as quickly as possible.

  “What are you doing Alex?!” I asked accusingly.

  He grinned at me cockily and took a step forward until he was close again. “I’m just taking care of you Sis’. Relax. I want to take care of you.”

  “What are you talking about?” I shook my head in confusion.

  “Don’t fight it anymore.” He took another step.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get a word out, he pulled me into him and captured my lips in his own. For a moment, I submitted to the kiss, savoring the feeling of his mouth, the smell of his face so close, burning it into my memory. The heat of his naked body was intense, and the ridges of his chiseled chest felt perfect, pressed against my slippery breasts. He squeezed into me with an intensity that seemed like it had just burst out of nowhere. Where did it come from? My usually calm, intelligent, rational brother was suddenly kissing me in the most irrational way possible.

  My mind said stop, get away, don’t let him do this, but my body said something totally different. It had been so long since I had been touched that way. So long since I had been touched at all. Jake and I had sex occasionally, but it was mechanical, planned, whenever I had time and he wasn’t busy with his video games. But this was something different. This was primal. Alex was kissing me with a fury that I had never experienced before, taking control, not allowing me to say no; Alex was a man. A rich, powerful, sexy man that put other boys to shame.

  One of his hands held me into our kiss, and the other hand slid down my back and found my ass, squeezing it firmly and locking me into position. His breath was heavy as he kissed me, sucking on my outer lip and nibbling ever so slightly. Suddenly, his tongue plunged into my mouth, and the taste of him nearly made me delirious. I reciprocated his need, totally caught off guard by how quickly the situation had escalated, and soon our tongues were intermingling, exploring each other’s mouths, circling each other’s tongue.

  Alex was tall, at least 5 inches taller than me, so his cock was pressing against my stomach. It felt huge, bigger than anything that I ever imagined a man having. His hand slipped down my ass and found the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up and forward, giving him access to my throbbing pussy. I felt like I was pushing him away, telling him no, afraid of what was about to happen, knowing that I shouldn’t fuck my stepbrother, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to take someone of his size. Perhaps these were all thoughts in my head as I never stopped kissing him, unable to quit savoring his taste.

  In once swift motion, he navigated his cock to the front of my hole and thrust into me forcefully, stretching me out to my limits. I pulled away from his mouth and moaned out loud, “Oh God!” and my voice echoed through the jungle surrounding us. The pain was intense at first, but after a few seconds all that I felt was heaven clutching down on Alex’s huge cock.

  I squeezed on to his back, digging my nails into his skin as he began to pump in and out of me, causing gentle waves in the water surrounding us. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face back into his and again took control of my mouth, sucking on my tongue, forcing it as far out as possible. The feeling of his sucking and pumping was hard for me to bear, and I could feel myself losing control.

  Alex moved his other hand down my back and found my other leg, then picked me up as if I were as light as feather, never allowing his cock to slip out of me. My arms were wrapped and his shoulders, and my legs were dangling behind me as he held me up and fucked me. In that position his cock plunged even deeper, bottoming out with each thrust.

  “Oh fuck…” I moaned, feeling my orgasm about to break free. Alex must have understood exactly what was happening as he suddenly started fucking me as fast and hard as he could, and each time he slammed into my pussy, there was a pounding sound and water splashed everywhere. I screamed as loud as I could and almost lost my grip around his shoulders as my pussy shuttered against his thrusts, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, feeling like I was being sent into another plane of existence— but he didn’t stop pounding. He fucked me all the way through my orgasm, extending it as long as possible.

  While my body contorted, I could feel him swelling larger inside of me, if that were even possible. He let out of a long, loud grunt and pounded me with a few final, furious thrusts before I could feel him spilling his load out inside of me. He breathed heavily and stumbled a bit before slowly lowering me down.

  As he pulled out, suddenly the gravity of the situation hit me. I watched as he tried to regain his composure and felt shame wash over my body. I had just had sex with my stepbrother— without a condom— and he came inside of me. Not that I should have fucked him even with a condom- it was wrong. But now I had his seed inside of me. What if he got me pregnant? What if he had something from all the other girls that I’ve seen him with? What the hell was I thinking by letting him fuck me in the first place?

  My mind swam from ecstasy, to fear, to anger all at once, and it was too much for me to handle. We had been stuck on the island for a week already, and surely Alex had pent up aggression that he needed to unleash. Did I just let him use me for sex? Was that the reason he initiated the whole ordeal with me, because he needed sex until we get back to the mainland? The thought finally sent me over the edge.

  I pushed him away from me with all my force and backed away quickly, covering my breasts. “Alex, what’s wrong with you!?” I demanded.

  “What? I…” he stuttered. “I thought you enjoyed it…”

  “Thought what? I’m you sister!”

  “Yeah, but you’re not my real sister. We’re not blood.”

  “Oh, so that simple fact makes it okay? What would Mom and Dad think?” I stormed out of the water and grabbed my bikini from behind a bush. “And you know, I have a boyfriend also.”

  “You told me you were thinking about ending it.”

  “Yeah, well, thinking is thinking. I haven’t ended things yet.” I shook my head in disapproval as I g
ot dressed. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you. That wound on top of your head must have done more than just surface damage.”

  Alex got out of the water and put on his shorts as I started walking away. He had to run to catch up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Hey, Sis’… Why are you-”

  “Just stay away from me,” I interrupted harshly and jerked my shoulder way. “Leave me alone until we’re off this fucking island.”

  Chapter 8

  After the incident at the waterfall, I headed back to our shelter and placed the slate rock over the entrance. I lay on the ground with my head spinning, trying to figure out what just happened. Sure, I had fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with Alex. But it was just a fantasy. He’s smart, handsome, and ridiculously wealthy, but he’s also my stepbrother. He’s off limits, and now I had crossed the line.

  Further, he had never shown even the slightest bit of interest in me in the past, so why did he suddenly have the urge to come on to me? I wasn’t like the super skinny model chicks that he dated in high school and college. I was just a average girl with a few curves.

  The only reason I could come up with is that he was hoping to get a little bit of sex out of his system while we were stuck away from home. We had been forced alone together for a week, and surely he had some pent up aggression inside of him after not having access to women for so long. The idea made me livid and solidified my view that Alex was an asshole. We had been getting along just fine, so why did he have to ruin it by seducing me?

  I sat inside the shelter for hours sulking, angry at what Alex had done, and more angry that I hadn’t done more to stop him. Thankfully, Alex make no effort to come talk to me. I had nothing to say to him, and just needed to be left alone. Then, more than ever, I just wanted to get off the island and get back home. I had no plan on ever mentioning what happened at the waterfall to my parents when I saw them. I just wanted to forget all about it.

  He did, however, fuck me good. It was the best sex I had ever had and the best orgasm ever. I still felt sore from his huge girth inside of me, and I was getting wet again just thinking about how he held me up in his strong arms and used me like a toy. I needed to stop, get my mind away from the hot sex and figure out how I was going to survive on the island with him.

  I couldn’t understand why our parents hadn’t came to rescue us yet. I thought that it might take one or two days for them to realize that something happened to us, but I never expected it to take a week. Had they extended their stay on the mainland for additional time or was there something else going on? Alex told me that there were no cell phone communications set up on the island that he bought yet, so our parents would’ve had to visit the island to realize that we weren’t there. Surely they had went there already. Surely, someone realized that we were gone. Was there any way for them to realize where exactly we had gone, or worse, did they already know about the crash and think that we were dead?

  I had lost a few pounds since we arrived to the island, which was great. I had a nice tan, and my figure was starting to become a little more defined, but I was starting to feel hungry and restless. Bananas, fish, and coconuts were starting to get old. I would have done anything to have a plate full of meatloaf or a bowl of spaghetti marinara. I would’ve killed for a toothbrush and toothpaste. While I could keep my teeth clean with a wiry minty leaf and a splash of water, it just wasn’t the same. I wasn’t a big fan of drinking soda, but I was craving a Coke like never before. The lack of creature comforts was really starting to set in. I just hadn’t noticed earlier how much I had been missing it all because I was spending time with Alex.

  There were occasional noises echoing far in the background as I sat in the makeshift shelter, and I decided to peek outside to see what was going on. I removed the door and turned around to see Alex far down the beach adding palm fronds to a new shelter. My stomach sank. I wasn’t at all ready to talk to him yet, but the realization that I would be sleeping alone in the unknown scared me even more. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to say, but I felt that I had no choice but to approach to find out what was going on. I gathered my courage and headed towards him.

  “So you’re making a new shelter?” I mumbled when I was in earshot.

  “You said you wanted to be left alone, so I’m leaving you alone.”

  “But I didn’t really-”

  “No,” he interrupted. “You’re right. What we did was wrong. Mom and Dad would kill us if they found out, and I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

  My eyes fell to the ground, and suddenly I felt disappointed. Although what he was saying was true, deep down inside I think I wanted Alex to want me and somehow convince me that what had happened wasn’t wrong. He was indeed an asshole, but he was a one in a million. I had often felt jealous of the girls who caught his attention, knowing that I could never have him myself. And now that I had spent time with him and even had sex with him, I knew exactly what I had been missing out on all of those years.

  “If you need anything, you know where to find me,” he added.

  I turned around and scuttled off to our original shelter. It was beginning to get dark, and I felt too uncomfortable to hang around him longer. Once inside, I shut the door and rested my head on the ground. The ground was hard and cold- nothing like Alex’s warm body.

  I felt alone and lonely. In the distance, I could hear creatures howling and rustling as I fell asleep. That night I dreamed of Alex fucking me again, using me again and again like he had beneath the waterfall.

  And then I dreamed of my parents disowning me, my friends shaming me, and losing everything I had ever known.

  Chapter 9

  The first night without Alex was lonely, but the next two days were unbearable. He didn’t say a word to me he entire time, but every time I’d leave the shelter there would be food outside the door. Sometimes it would be an opened coconut, sometimes a banana or berries, and sometimes a fish that he had cooked. When the fire outside was about to burn out, he would always add wood to keep it alive.

  He had become and expert at starting a fire. What had took us hours to start the first time seemed like a breeze for him now. He had started a second fire by the smaller shelter that he had built for himself several meters away. Occasionally, I’d go outside, trying to will myself to talk to him, but he always seemed busy.

  I was just making excuses for myself, but by the time I had told myself “Okay, I’m going to say something,” he always disappeared back into the wilderness, exploring or running off to some sort of an errand- I wasn’t sure. I just assumed he was looking for food or trying to figure out a way to get off the island.

  Most of my time was spent inside the shelter or looking out over the horizon, hoping that I’d get a glance of a boat or any sign of humanity. Since we had been on the island, there hadn’t been a single passer by- not even a plane. A few times, I wandered through the jungle, just exploring and hoping to find anything worthwhile. I never wandered too far in fear that I might stumble across something dangerous or lose my direction. The jungle was beautiful, full of lush vegetation, wildlife, and strange creatures, but I never saw a single sign that humans had ever been there, and everything looked the same. The place was relatively untouched, like I was on the most isolated piece of land anywhere.

  Each time I bathed under the waterfall, I relived the moment that I spent with Alex in my head. I used more of the same plant liquid that Alex had found to wash myself, and the aroma brought all those memories back. I missed him. I missed spending time with him and talking to him. I missed having him inside of me. I really needed to get a grip on myself.

  Perhaps I had been too hard on him. I had every chance to knee him in the balls and run away as soon as he kissed me, but instead I took everything that he gave me. I enjoyed it. Maybe I enjoyed it a little too much.

  Regardless, I needed to talk to him. There was no way either of us was going to survive much longer on the island without having someone to talk to. I
was slowly starting to lose hope and believe that no one would ever come rescue us. I started picturing what my life would be like if I actually was stuck on the island forever, missing my family, missing my friends, my Netflix, Instagram and Facebook, and Jake.

  Actually, I was starting to realize that I was for sure going to end things with Jake. It would be kind of hard for me to go back to the mechanical sex with him after getting decimated by my stepbrother, and besides he really wasn’t my type. More disturbing than Jake not being my type, I was coming to realize that Alex was really the only man I had ever met who really was my type, despite how vehemently I denied it while I was growing up.

  I walked back towards the beach after collecting a handful of berries in the Jungle- a peace offering. Hopefully, it would give me an excuse to talk without being overly obvious. When I arrived at his shelters, Alex was piling tree branch after tree branch onto his fire.

  “Hey, I got us some berries,” I said with a smile and held out my hands.

  He lifted his attention from the fire momentarily and gave me an unenthused smile. “Thanks,” was all he said. He reached for two berries and popped them in his mouth.

  “So, what are you doing with the fire?” I asked.

  “I’m trying to get it as big as I can… Hopefully, we can draw some attention.”

  “Good idea. Do you want some some help?”

  “No, I’ve got it.” He was very short with me and didn’t make eye contact. His face was blank, but I could feel a dark aura permeating off of him.

  “Thanks for the food… The food that you’ve been leaving for me every day.”

  “Yeah, don’t mention it.” Again very short, making no eye contact.

  “Look,” I said finally. “I’m sorry.”

  He paused and shifted way from what he was doing. He looked me in the eyes but didn’t say a word.