Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Stepbrother Seduction Chapter1

I tilted my head back and looked out the sunroof of my mother’s latest sportscar, letting the sun hit may face. My blonde hair was blowing and tangling around mein the passengerseat as I closed my eyes, and she went on about the details of her upcoming wedding to husband number four. We had only been in the car for an hour, but I already missed my college life and the experiences of my sophomore year. I also couldn’t stand the thought ofthe summer with a new husband I didn’t know, and my overprotective mother.

I had slept with two people this year, which was two thirds of my sexual encounter. Neither experience had been mind-blowing or overly stimulating, but I was able to make myself have an orgasm a few ofthe times. I event tried dating both of them, but things fizzled out both times.

I opened my eyes and realized my mother was beaming, talking about the ceremony and honeymoon like it was her first wedding. I couldn’t wait to see what Calvin looked like, since he was oddly the same age as my mother, and not her typical cougar catch. Looking at her, someone could easily assume it was her first set of nuptials. My mother was striking and looked eerily young for her age, and she looked very similar tome. Her hair was naturally blonde with highlights, long and layered, but her dark eyes and tan skin made her look exotic. She was petite but thin and tone, and had curves in all the right places to draw attention. She exuded sex appeal and confidence, which is where our similarities were proven to be only skin deep.

Although our body type and characteristics were similar, my face and features looked childlike and innocent, barely convincing people of the 20th birthday I was about to celebrate. My mother used her body and sensuality to get what she wanted, but I was shy and self-conscious when it came to men. This was something I hoped to work on this summer while I was home, with the boys I had went to high school with, and the summer tourist I wouldn’t have to see again.

“You should be excited to know you won’t be the only kid in the house this summer Sarah, Calvin has a son, Robert.

He’s a bit older than you, he’ll be 27 in the fall, but he’ll be staying with us at the beach house weekends and holidays. He works with Calvin at the firm in the city during the week, but both of them are going to try to spend as much time getting to know you as they can while you’re home” she bubbled excitedly. I rolled my eyes, and could only imagine how uncomfortable this entire summer would be. Thankfully it was Sunday night, so they should be gone for the next few days.

As we continued our drive to our beach house in Hilton Head, I decided I was going to trade my regular room for the guest house. I would be spending my days lounging by the pool anyways, and I needed to get as faraway from my mother as possible. We had a 12,000 ft. beach house that overlooked the ocean, so it was easy to keep away from her, plus there were always things going on at the club or the beach. My mother also kept herself busy with an exclusive social calendar.

When we pulled in the driveway, my mother was on the phone with Calvin, so I grabbed my purse and jumped out ofthe car. I headed into the pool house around the back walkway and the door was slightly open, so I pushed through and walked in.

I am quickly hit with the sight of wet skin, a wrapped towel and abs. I followed the abs upwards to see bulging pectorals, broad shoulders and muscular arms. When my eyes meet his I freeze, taking in his boyish smirk, but smoldering handsome face and brown eyes. He has dark brown hair that is cut short, but wet and messy, and his bold cheekbones and strong facial features are overpowering me. I can’t look away from this tall man standing in front of me. “I’m Rob” he spoke as he held out his hand, with his other hand holding up the towel. I managed to look away, holding out my hand in embarrassment, “I’m Sarah, sorry I didn’t know you were in here.” My nipples were hard, and we could both see them poking through my shirt. I managed to lunge for the door before his eyes return from my breasts to my face, walking out quickly and fleeting to the house.