Tease Me, My Step Brother

I sat on the stool, absentmindedly sipping my drink as I looked around the club. The music throbbed through the club as everyone was lost in each other's company.

It was my mother's bachelorette party, and I was here more out of obligation than enthusiasm. Most of the people present at the club happened to be her friends and family.

Glancing through the neon room, I spotted my mother engrossed in conversation with her friends, reveling in the celebration. I rolled my eyes, contemplating the inevitability of being here. It was just a big score for her. She had recently caught the attention of a billionaire, and how she had managed to convince him to marry her was still a wonder to me.

I was lost in thought and didn't notice when Freya slid into the chair beside me. I was currently standing close to the bartender, swinging my drink while looking around the party, which didn't seem to interest me.

"Hold on, it's your Mother's day... why not enjoy it and stop lingering on your own here," Freya said to me as I rolled my eyes at her. She was my best friend, and knowing her, she always had something to say.

I shook my head, not in the mood for this. Why celebrate something that wouldn't last anywhere? I hate to admit it, but my mother is more interested in her husband's wealth than the marriage itself.

"I don't feel like celebrating, Freya," I said as I sipped my drink.

"At least pretend to be happy. There are handsome men all around you. You could hook up with one," she rolled her eyes as she replied to me while winking at me.

She knew me well enough. I loved flirting and sex. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend two months ago, and since then, I had taken the remedy of being in several men's beds.

But today, as I looked around the club, I couldn't find someone of interest at the moment. As much as I would love to spend the night with a total stranger, none of these men caught my interest.

"I haven't found anyone who's caught my interest," I sighed to Freya, who chuckled in response.

Just then, a deep voice interrupted our conversation.

"Do I not interest you?" I turned to see a man standing beside me, and it took everything in me not to drop my drink.

My eyes locked onto his striking features and well-built

physique, and my heart started racing.

He was undeniably handsome. My heart raced as our eyes locked, and a sly smirk played on his lips. I knew he could see me checking him out.

"Like what you see?" he said as he winked at me.

Speechless for a moment, I managed to stammer, "Uh, well, I..."

He interrupted with a confident chuckle, having successfully captured my attention.

Freya excused herself from the suddenly awkward situation. She winked at me as she left. She probably knew where this would end, as she left me to face this charming stranger alone.

Blushing, I felt a gentle warmth as he reached for my hands. The man exuded undeniable attractiveness, dressed in a sleek blue suit that accentuated his strong, masculine frame.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he said, his words sending a shiver down my spine. A confident, charming smile played on his lips, and it was impossible not to be drawn to him. His presence held a magnetic allure. I could feel myself blush at his words. I had been told several times that I was beautiful by different men, but his compliment seemed to be special.

Before I could respond to his compliment, he signaled the bartender to refill my drink.

"Thank you," I responded as the bartender filled my glass. I swallowed, feeling a thrilling sensation wash over me.

I couldn't tell if he was trying to get me drunk, but currently, I would do anything to escape this party at the moment. I could see my mother stealing glances at me from across the room. I ignored her as I focused on the stranger.

The club was filled with loud music, and he leaned towards me and said,

"So I am Damien and you are?" He asked with a gentle smile. I knew at that point there was no way I was going to leave here without him. I could feel a wet spot already between my legs from the smile he threw at me.

"I am Ariana," I responded, as he smirked at me.

"So what are you doing here? Are you here for the club or for the bride?" He asked me. At that point, I turned back to look at my mother, who was drinking off with her friends. It seemed she had forgotten that she would need to be sober by tomorrow.

"The bride," I replied as I smiled at him.

"You seem to be so idle here. How about a dance?" He asked me as he offered his hands. I knew it wasn't a bad idea, and I didn't want to leave this night without having this hot stranger. A dance wouldn't hurt.

"Yeah, sure," I replied as I placed my hands in his. He led me to the dance floor, keeping his body close to mine, his hand expertly guiding me, as I could feel our bodies collide with each other.

His scent... It's so masculine and intoxicating... making it hard for me to control myself. I could already feel his touch on my skin. I was curious what his lips would taste like and what it would be like to have him all to myself just for tonight.

As if that wasn't enough, his fingertips grazed lightly along my back, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. A chill ran down my spine. As if he knew what he was doing, he smirked at me.

With each movement, our bodies pressed closer, and his hands accidentally brushed my boobs. The heat radiating between my legs became so unbearable. I could feel my panties already soaked from here.

His breath fanned across my neck, sending shivers down my spine as his lips brushed against my earlobe. I was beginning to know he was doing this on purpose to turn me on.

I gasped as his fingers trailed down my waist, finding their way to my ass. The song became a slow music as couples around us held each other in a dance, but here I was lost to his gaze as he held me closer to him.

As he placed his hands on my ass, he squeezed it roughly, pulling me against him so I felt his hardness against my core. We were both turned on, and I could already feel his soft moans in my ear.

I was lost in the moment. I forgot he was a stranger, and I didn't care. The intoxicating chemistry between us got so intense, and I was lost in it. I was already moaning to the music. Each movement he made ignited the flames within me.

I couldn't take it anymore. We needed to get out of here and feed each other passion. I needed him as much as he needed me.

"How about we take this somewhere we could explore this?" I finally complied to my primal urges. I could see over the neon light as he smirked at my words. He wanted me to want him, and now I did. I couldn't hold it back.

"I think I know somewhere," he whispered in my ear as I giggled back. He held my hands as he led me away from the dance hall. I looked back to find any familiar faces, but I couldn't find either Freya or my mother. Not caring about the consequences of my actions, I let Damien lead me.

Soon we were away from the noise of the music, and we found ourselves in the office.

"Whoa, whose office is this?" I asked.

"You don't need to worry about that," he responded. Just as I was about to object about us being here, he turned and locked the door. His actions turned me on. I felt at that moment there was a tap in between my legs. We were going to make love in a stranger's office.

Before I could react, his lips clashed on mine as I struggled to keep up with his kiss. He was a good kisser, and something told me I wasn't going to ever forget this night.

"I need you," I told him, and I could see him smirking. As soon as my top was off, next off was my pants. I was standing in just my bra and panties as he took a step back to admire me.

"Like what you see?" I said, teasing him as I smiled brightly.

"You have no idea," he replied as his lips clashed back to mine. I held onto him as I kissed him hard. I held onto him as I felt his hands on my bra, and in a second, he threw my bra far to the end of the room, freeing my boobs to the room, which he slapped each of them.

"Turn around, let me see that pretty butt of yours," he told me as I smirked.

I turned around as he lifted his hands to slap my butt, making me let out a moan in response.

Soon he got his hands on the strings of my panties as he began to drag them down. I moaned as I felt my legs get each of my panties. Soon I was standing before him naked. I looked at him, and I could tell his eyes were filled with lust.

He was still dressed in his suit, which hugged his body, and I could see the outline of his cock from here, and I knew it was huge.

I leaned in as he took one of my boobs into his mouth, and I threw my head back in ecstasy. I moaned out as he began biting my nipples gently.

He switched to the other as he used his hands to drag the other while sucking hard.

Soon he took me and kept me on the office table.

"Spread open those legs," he told me, and I waited not a second as I spread my legs as wide as they could, releasing my pussy scent to the room.

I could see his eyes looking down on my pussy, taking everything in. He lifted his hands as he began to play with my clit.

"You have such a beautiful pussy," he said, and just as I was about to thank him and tell him to fuck me, he inserted a finger in me, and I let out a moan. Soon he was stroking his fingers deeper into my pussy with no issues.

Soon he added the second finger as he pumped his fingers into my pussy, while going hard and fast and hard, making me scream at a particular point.

"Ahhhh.... Yesss.....just like that," I moaned out as I encouraged him to continue his assaults on my pussy.

With two fingers, he twisted, flexed, and pulled in and out.

"Brace yourself. I am about to eat this pussy out," he said with his deep voice, which almost made me climax at that point.

I wanted to beg at that point for him to do to me as he pleased, and without warning, he leaned down and sucked my pussy into his mouth. I moaned out in pleasure as he took all of my clit into his mouth.

He pushed his fingers as deep into my vagina as he could, as he licked me so hard. I couldn't contain myself as I was moaning out; no one has ever eaten me out this good and this stranger just did the work.

I felt the tip of his tongue on my pussy as he teased every bit of my labia and my clit, sucking in my juices.

"Aaaaaaauugh," I moaned out as I jerked and pressed my pussy into his face while he lapped on me.

"Please suck me...pleaseeeee," I begged as I jolted again.

He sucked hard on my pussy until I ran out of breath, he began licking me quickly. His tongue felt amazing on my clit. I couldn't control myself as I moaned out loudly as several orgasms hit me.

I held his head tight to my pussy. My knees became weak. I leaned up against the desk as I felt my orgasm building.

Then it hit. My juices washed over his face. My breathing was heavy.

"How about we take this to another phase?" he said as he smirked. I didn't get to see when he pulled his dick out of his trousers or when he impaled me with it.

Judging by how filled I was, I would say he was big. I moaned out in pain and pleasure as he started moving his dick inside me. I gripped his head as he drove into my pussy, sucking hard and fast on my nipples as he thrust into me.

The sensation was heavenly as he thrust into me. His hands grabbed my hips and he pushed his pelvis to respond to my movements.

We quickly found our rhythm and began to fuck for real.

His cock was sliding almost its full length in and out of my wet pussy, making soft squishy sounds with every thrust, driving me to the point of ecstasy.

I hated to admit this was the best sex I have ever had, even if it's with a stranger I probably wouldn't see anymore.

We had only been fucking for about twenty minutes when I noticed that he was going to cum already. I could tell by the adorable moans that left his lips.

"Cum inside me," I said. As much as it sounds stupid, it was what I wanted. I had no control of my body and I wanted him to leave a piece of him inside me.

"Are you sure?" his deep voice radiated from his chest and I nodded at him. After all, we couldn't leave traces of cum in someone's office and I was on birth control.

He grabbed me and turned me over, pressing my breast to the desk and sticking my ass in the air.

He firmly grabbed my ass and pushed me down on his cock even harder. He began to fuck me at a faster pace, making me moan even harder than I did before.

"Damn, I'm coming," he grunted. Deep inside me, I felt his penis twitch and warmth spread in my pussy.

He kept pumping his seed into my body for what felt like an eternity. I could feel some of his cum creep out of my pussy, and I knew I would be leaking until I got home.

As soon as he was done, he got up from my body and quickly dressed himself, looking away from me as if we hadn't just had sex. I reached for my dress, but I couldn't find my bra. I decided to put on my dress first.

"You should leave," he said, and I looked at him in shock. Was he really going to kick me out after using me like a toy?

"You get to fuck me and then kick me out?" I asked, shocked by his sudden change in behavior. I wasn't expecting this from him after he had been acting like a gentleman just an hour ago.

"Do you want a tip, bitch?" he asked, smirking at me. It took everything in me not to hit him. He had been acting like a gentleman just an hour ago. How could he turn into a jerk so suddenly?

"You know what, fuck you!" I said as I turned to leave the office, slamming the door behind me. As soon as I got back to the club, I looked at my wrist watch and I noticed it was past midnight and I couldn't find any familiar faces which meant my mum along with her friends could have left. After all, they needed to prepare for the wedding tomorrow.

As soon as I got out of the club, I got a cab, which took me back to the hotel we were staying and as soon as my head hit the pillow I fell fast asleep.

The next day I woke up. Up to the gentle touch of Freya shaking my shoulder, I groggily opened my eyes, and there she was, sitting beside me with a bright smile.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Freya chirped. "You've got to get up. The wedding is in an hour!" She said, probably excited about the event.

I groaned, still half-asleep, and glanced around the room. My eyes widened as I spotted a pink silk dress displayed on a mannequin.

"Oh," I muttered, realizing the significance. "I'm the maid of honor, aren't I?" I murmured. It was my mother's wedding after all and she had made me her maid of honor without even asking.

My mother was a dominant woman and believe me when I say she always get what she wanted! It first started after my father ended up in jail, after being arrested for armed robbery. I was ten at that time, and I grew up seeing my mother with different men at that time.

We had to move from houses to houses whenever she broke up with a man probably because she found someone richer or she got dumped. At the age of fortyfive, she was still one of the most beautiful women I hadever seen, which was how she managed to get into a pantsof a billionaire.

Brian Black, he wasn't just any regular man. He was currently the man she was getting married to, a billionaire who owners a shipping company and airline to his name. He had proposed a month a ago to my mother and she wasted no time planning the wedding in her words which was meant to be a perfection.

Brian was an older man in his late fifties, and from what I heard he had a son, Damien Black who I was yet to be acquainted with. A tyrant and billionaire who is well know for being cold and cruel, I had heard rumors of his conquest and he was well known to be the billionaire player.

I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him as he stays in New York and my mother and I live in London. But I knew I would meet him today.

I snapped back to reality as Freya hands me a cup of tea. "Drink up. We need to join the bride in a few minutes." She says as she smiled at me.

"C'mon, you can't come out looking like this. It's your mothers wedding and you'll do well to look your best" she said

I roll my eyes. "I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."

Ignoring her protests, I rushed into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and emerging to find Freya waiting. I delicately slipped into the pink dress, careful not to tear it,a gift from my mother for her grand wedding to her new husband.

Sitting down at the mirror, I saw Freya already dressed. She began to help me pack my black hair as I stared at our reflection. The pink dress seemed to bring out the blue in my eyes.

After some quick makeup, we left the room and headedtowards the main suite where the bride was supposed to be. Just as we approached, my mother, resplendent in her ball dress, walked out.

She looked stunning, her hair neatly packed and a diamond necklace adorning her long model neck. Her face was adorned with makeup, but as her eyes meet mine, I sensed disapproval.

I knew she expected me to wear heavy makeup and the diamond necklace she bought, flaunting her new husband's wealth, but I won't be paraded as a symbol of her success.

Marrying Damien black makes us part of his family and also a celebrity.

I stood beside her silently as we made our way to the waiting vehicle, tension thick in the air.

The car ride was suffocating. The paparazzi surrounded us trying to get a view of the new addition to the black family.

My mother remained in her own world, excited for her grand wedding, as she smiled back at the camera while Freya and I exchanged glances, understanding each other without a word.

As we arrive at the venue, the opulence of the ceremony hits me. It's a grand affair, with extravagant decorations, a sea of guests, and an air of extravagance that I couldn'tquite stomach.

Freya nudged me gently. "It'll be over soon. Just play your part."

I nodded, steeling myself for the charade. The ceremony unfolded with all the splendor one would expect from a billionaire. I stood there, trying to plaster a smile on my face, pretending to revel in the joy of the occasion.

Soon it was time to walk down behind my mother as we walked down the aisle to her new husband. I stood behind her as we walked while putting up my best smile for the cameras.

Soon as we got to the aisle, I could see a big smile on Damien's face as he reached out to grab my mothers hand, while holding her gently to stand beside him.

As I stood behind them, my eyes fell on a young man standing beside me. He stood tall, with black hair perfectly shaved on his head. Soon as my eyes fell on him, I gasped.

Gaining the attention of those around me, even my mother and her groom turned to look at me. I could never forget that face from anywhere, the memories of last night flooded in and I could swear that was the face that ate me out few hours ago.

I maintained my composure as everyone returned back to order, but I was trembling inside, taking a look at that man in suit, I could see the strong resemblance between him and his father. It was as if I was staring at the younger version of Brian, my step father and at that point I discovered something.

I had indeed fucked my step brother who was Damien Black.

Damien's Pov

I landed in London in the evening. My father was getting married the next day, and it was important for me to attend the wedding. I was happy for my father, but I wasn't pleased with the woman he had chosen to be his wife.

She had a questionable background and reputation, but my father loved her despite my concerns.

My mother had died from a bullet wound when I was fifteen, along with my older brother. This had a profound impact on my father, who became reclusive, leaving me to run the family company from the age of eighteen.

I was currently twenty-eight, and as soon as I arrived in London, my driver picked me up and took me to the club where my future stepmother was hosting her pre-wedding party.

After congratulating her and my father, I went to get a drink. I was feeling very aroused, and my eyes fell on a beautiful woman next to me. I overheard her conversation with her friend, and I picked interest with her and I made an effort to talk to her.

My love life had always been complicated, as I tended to pursue top actresses, models, or Instagram celebrities. The woman next to me was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen, and I knew she would be my conquest for the night.

We hit it off quickly, sharing jokes and conversations. She mentioned that she was there for the after-party, and I assumed she was a friend of the bride. I couldn't tell if she recognized me, but it didn't matter. I took her to my office upstairs, and we had a passionate encounter.

I savored every moment with her, knowing that I probably wouldn't see her again after that night. She orgasmed multiple times, and I also reached my peak several times.

I wasn't worried about getting her pregnant because I knew I couldn't. I had been diagnosed with hypogonadism when I was young, which meant I couldn't father children. This had led me into a period of depression, and I had lived a playboy lifestyle for a while. What was the point of keeping a woman if I couldn't have children? The only person who knew about my condition was my father.

We had hoped that his new wife would be able to bear a child who could inherit the family company. Since I turned twenty-two, I had tried to impregnate women, even paying for procedures to implant my sperm in a woman's egg, but all my efforts had been unsuccessful.

So it was now up to my father. He had to produce another heir, and I had to run the company until I retired or the heir was ready to take over.

As soon as I came into her, I lost interest immediately. It was something that happened when I just fucked a woman. I seemed to lose complete interest in them and I threw them out. I did the same to her. Women were just my tools for sexual pleasure and nothing else.

Once I was done with them, they lacked interest in my eyes and I always left them out. The rest of the night passed so fast, and it was the morning of my father's wedding.

I stood beside him as he beamed with joy. I had never seen him this happy since the incident, and I tried not to ruin it. I stood behind him as the best man, and the bride walked towards him. My eyes settled on the brunette behind the bride, and I held my breath. She looked so familiar, just like the girl from yesterday, but I wasn't so sure it was her just yet.

As soon as she stood beside me, we made contact, and she gasped, confirming that she was indeed my one-night stand from last night.

The rest of the ceremony went by, and I ignored her. As we got to the reception, we were told to dance with each other, and wanting to keep a good relationship in the eyes of the public, she approached me.

I took her hands in mine as I led her to the dance floor. The music took off as we danced.

"You're just gonna ignore me, right?" she suddenly said, looking up at me.

I smirked down at her. I didn't know what she expected me to say. Last night did happen, and neither of us knew that we were to be siblings.

"Oh, hey there. We had so much fun yesterday," I said as I smirked at her. She gasped at me and glared at me.

"You're just like they said, a jerk. How dare you make fun of this situation?" she said back at me, and I let out a laugh.

"I would say you should behave yourself, miss. Everyone is watching," I mumbled in her ear, making it seem like we were indeed getting along. She frowned and looked around us. Even our parents were holding hands and smiling at us.

"It doesn't matter. You used me," she replied, and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Oh, it seems like you used me. You must have known I am to be your stepbrother, and you took that opportunity to seduce me," I replied to her as I smirked at her reaction.

I knew what happened was a coincidence, and neither of us knew, but she was going to throw the blame on me. I would do the same.

"Youuuu," she said back at me as I took that opportunity to spin her around. Soon, other couples joined us on the dance floor.

She kept glaring at me, and I found it amusing. She looked cute.

"Keep a straight face," I warned her.

"Make me," she challenged me, and I smirked down at her as I threw her back and brought my lips close to hers. Her eyes widened in surprise. Gasps were heard all around us as the cameras flicked faster than ever around us. I knew that this would be on the front page of the magazine tomorrow, and it wouldn't come as a surprise.

"See, simple," I told her as she looked at me, shocked by my actions.

"You're insane," she replied, and I let out a laugh.

"You have no idea," I replied to her. Soon, the music came to an end. She angrily dragged her hands away from mine and walked out of the dance floor, leaving me standing right there. After all, couples were supposed to get off the dance floor together.

I rolled my eyes as I stepped off the dance floor. I'm done here. Soon as I was about to walk out of the reception, my best friend tagged me and said, "Don't tell me you got that chick wet on the dance floor," he whispered at me as I reached out to grab a juice from a waiter.

"You have no idea," I replied to him as his eyes widened.

"That's your sister now, man."

"We already hit it off, so there is nothing to hide about," I told him.

From there, I took my time to explain the situation to him, and his eyes widened the more I let on.

"Damn, you just couldn't try to keep it in your pants, could you?" he said as he let out a laugh.

"Tell me you don't plan on hitting that again?" he asked.

"I never plan on hitting that again. You know I never go back," I replied, and we smirked.