Stepdad Billionaire Series

Stepbrother Billionaire

I took a moment to steal into the bathroom attached to my room and examined my appearance in the mirror. I had definitely grown up since Jacob last saw me, and filled out, too. My hair was longer, and a beautiful shade of red that had darkened with age. My eyes were brighter and bluer than he probably remembered, and my eyeliner only made them appear all the more obvious. I was a full C-cup now, with a tiny waist and womanly hips and legs that went on forever. Despite all the issues I’d had growing up, self-esteem wasn’t one of them. I knew I was beautiful.

But would Jacob think that? And why did I care? He was my brother—well, my stepbrother, but it was all the same.

Wasn’t it?

I frowned at my reflection and brought my robe a little tighter around my body before heading out into the living room. Jacob was already sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on an enormous home theatre system in search of the worst movie he could find. He wasn’t in his pajamas, which made me feel a little uneasy about what I’d chosen to wear. I decided to break the ice about it before he could say something.

“I guess you forgot about the pajama aspect, huh?” I said, grinning nervously as I sat down beside him.

Jacob stared at him, clearly trying to not let his gaze drop as I got comfortable on the cushion. For some reason, I liked that he had to restrain himself. “I… guess I did, yeah,” he said with a laugh that seemed a little too shrill. “Those aren’t exactly the pajamas I remember you wearing as a kid, though.”

“I’d hope not!” I said, glancing at the bottle of wine and two glasses he’d set out for us on the coffee table. He’d already filled them both, and as I picked up mine, I inhaled the bouquet of sweet and savory ingredients. “You have way better taste than our parents.”

“Somebody had to,” Jacob said, though even as I tipped back my glass, I could feel his eyes on me, sweeping over my every curve and settling on the parts of me that were inappropriate for a brother to be staring at. My nipples hardened as I felt his hot gaze on my breasts, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew it was wrong, but it was so thrilling to have his attention like this.

I turned to him and he abruptly dropped his gaze, picking the remote up to finally settle on some lame horror flick. I grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa and spread it across us, smiling as I curled up against his arm and sipped at my wine.

Jacob began drinking too, and though things were quiet and a little awkward at first, he finally began making the kind of quips that always made me laugh. He was even wittier now than he’d been back at our parents’ house, and I felt like I couldn’t keep up with his riffing. He made me giggle until I nearly flushed wine through my nose. I was in stitches, and by the time things quieted between us again, my robe had fallen off my shoulders, revealing most of my chest.

Jacob smiled at me. “Why don’t you sit here and I’ll rub your shoulders for you?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “In your lap?”

“Well… sorta,” he said, scooting back on the couch. “Here, between my legs. You’ve been stressed, I’ll bet, and what with moving today, I’m sure you could use a good massage.”

He was right. I could definitely have used some TLC. Illuminated only by the flickering glow of the wall sized screen, I crawled over to my stepbrother, tipsy enough to come off as clumsy, and sat down between his legs, leaning my back against his chest. I felt his hands lower to my shoulders, pushing the remainder of my robe away from them as he began to knead the tight cords of muscle extending from my neck.

“Oh, God,” I murmured, letting my eyes flutter closed. “Jacob… that feels so good…”

“I’m glad,” he said, his mouth near to my ear. “I put myself through a massage therapy school…”

“The billionaire massage therapist?” I said, laughing.

“Having all the money in the world doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t spend it to improve yourself. Besides, a man needs to be good with his hands…” I smiled at the warmth of his breath and cooed as he continued. “Just relax, Amber. I’ll take care of you now.”

I did as I was told, practically melting into a puddle as Jacob worked my tired muscles. I had never realized how much tension I carried in my shoulders, and every move of his fingers reminded me just how much I had endured at the hands of our parents. But I was beyond that now, safe here with Jacob in his amazing penthouse, lying in my stepbrother’s arms while we binged on bad movies and made up for lost time.