My CEO Stepbrother Kissed Me

The receptionist was scrupulously eyeing the man wearing a two-piece black suit. She was silently checking him out as she looked for his designated room card. True enough, who could resist a guy like him: a walking temptation and embodiment of virility?

He was—or more like—he was with a woman in the lobby of the Romantic Hotel. Too bad he was with someone that the woman in the concierge couldn't strut her ass.

As she handed him the key, she plastered a smile. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Sterling."

Without even attempting to answer, Jeffery took the room card.

"Let's go," he said to the woman beside her.

She wore a blue dress and a pair of white shoes with two braids tucked up at her side, making her look like a child. Her height was short, barely reaching his shoulder as he towered over her. Too small for a woman.

When Jeffery noticed she wasn't moving, he said, "Follow me."

The girl's eyes broadened at his voice.

His fist clenched. He didn't like it when her caramel-doe eyes stared at him. "Are you deaf? Did you not hear me?"

Then, he turned his back to her and went on, secretly looking behind his back to check whether she was following him.

Melinda held her one shoulder bag strap, lowered her head, and dumbly followed him to the room like a minute quail.

Until now, she did not know what went to her mind and went after Jeffery.

His strides were long and powerful. Jeffery walked confidently like a king while she? She looked like his servant waiting for his orders.

They stepped into the elevator, and he pressed some numbers, closing the door. Trapped in a small space with a man, Melinda felt her throat parched, sensing the tension between the tiny gap separating them.

Jeffery did not initiate a conversation, and she did the same. When the elevator finally stopped in front of them, the doors opened. He went to look for their room, and as soon as he found their hotel number, they stood in front of room 808. Using the room card, Jeffery opened the room, and they both entered.

As soon as the door closed, he kissed Melinda as if they were in some kind of relationship despite their blank history. He grabbed her hands, held her, and pinned her against the wall.

Melinda's heart hammered against her chest as raw emotions went to her.

"Jeffery…" was all she could say.

The moment she took her breath, she inhaled his breath, fanning against her cheeks. She smelled a mixture of the faint smell of tobacco. His scent was riveting, and her body seemed drawn to his mint tobacco scent.

She should be afraid, but she was not. There was no question that she was charmed very much by his looks. This man, her soon-to-be stepbrother, was sexy as hell. He awakened the desires in her body.

Melinda felt her head spin as she was pushed into the bed by him. Her body jumped at the impact, quivering in delight as she awaited her next step.

Gradually, Jeffery unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants out. On his knees, his upper body stood aloft while looking at her with so much hunger. He removed his coat along with his long sleeves.

'Oh my God, Mindy.' Melinda lurked into his moss-green eyes and recognized his lust for devouring her completely. Her eyes flickered at the taut of his chest, his arms' hard brass, and his shoulders' broadness.

He looked like the God of destruction, who came for her reckoning. His windswept black hair was down the aquiline shape of his nose and the elegant, delicate edge of his jawline. Jeffery Sterling was divine.

"Your timid look charmed me," he whispered against her ears, distracting her as he used his hand to look for the zipper on her dress to undress her. Losing his patience, he instantly destroyed the zipper when he found it.

"Wait, I don't have anything to wear," Melinda responded breathily.

"I can always buy you a new one," he whispered.

Having his weight on top of her was delicious. She liked it so much. "What will I wear after?"

"Use my shirt," he rasped, throwing his dress on the floor.

'Oh, boy. He had the loveliest voice ever.' Melinda thought.

Her body shivered all over when her dress was removed. While in her undies, Jeffery slid his hand on the lock of her bra and unfastened it. In just a second, her bare breast was in full show.

"Ah, much better, darling." Jeffery licked his lips, pervading her with a ravenous stare as his fingers traveled down to her undies.

"Jeffery…" she bit her lower lips, huffing a moanful sigh.

"You're so soft…." He barely whispered as he kissed the mound of her bosoms, trailing his lips down to her hips until he reached her nether region. "Let's get you unwrapped." Jeffery slipped his left hand behind her leg and pulled down her underwear.

"Oh, Jeff!" Melinda gripped the bed sheets as she felt his skin on her wet slit. The man had done nothing to her, but her insides were already melting. How much more if he was inside of her?

They just met today, but it turned out they clicked instantly. He was Jeffery Sterling, John Sterling's son, who happened to be her mom's new boyfriend. Two hours ago, the two families officially met for the first time for a brief introduction. She thought it was a usual meet-up and was against it, but she was wrong.

"Fuck, you're lovely, Melinda." He pinched a kiss on the sensitive spot of her hips. "The way you coyly grabbed that fork from my lap made me lose control at that minute." Jeffery shifted back to her face while sliding his hands up and down on the curvature of her body. She was thick compared to the other women he had bedded, but he uncannily loved it.

During their meal, Melinda's fork accidentally dropped on his lap. Jeffery cocked an eyebrow while their parents were lost in their world. When she bent down to pick it up from his lap, her nose accidentally rubbed his belt buckle. And there, there seemed like some sort of electricity as their eyes met for half a minute.

"I'm sorry! I was nervous," Melinda murmured.

Jeffery leveled his gaze at her and said, "Sorry about what, honey? For making me arouse?" He locked his eyes on her, and as her cheeks flushed, he pummeled his two fingers inside her. "You're already wet, Melinda."

"Jeff!" Melinda whimpered as her hand gripped the back of his neck.

"And so tight, too. I want my cock to be sheathed in this sweet pussy of yours." He rammed her lips with his mouth and teased her with his tongue. As he delved into her tongue, he devoured her luscious saccharine-honey scent.

When he let go of her mouth, an airy gasp escaped from her lips. "Agh, please, Jeff!"

Melinda recalled what had happened a while goo. Once the meal was over, Jeffery offered her to leave their parents inside. She naively agreed to dump their parents and meet downstairs. And here they were now at the Romantic Hotel. They were enjoying each other's company. She couldn't help but wonder what her mother would think of her meeting Jeffery secretly like this.

He deviously smirked at her while shifting his legs on her side. Then, he held her hips in the center and took off his last undergarment. "You ready for me?" he hoarsely asked her as he wrapped his hand around the wide girth of his member.

Melinda gulped at the size of his cock. She wasn't expecting him to be—so fat and long. Like his towering heights, the size of his shaft was incomparable.

"You seemed taken aback?" He leaned forward and pressed his lips on her, nipping the bud of her nipples and caressing the soft rounds of her breast.

She exhaled and said, "You're—big. It might not fit…."

Jeffery chuckled. "Fucking hell, Melinda! My naive little sister." He gently grabbed her chin and pecked a searing kiss. "Let me show you how I could fit myself inside you."

And with that, Jeffery had consumed her body before she could even react. His lips and hands were all over her body, stroking every corner and curve of her breast and waist. While his tongue sucked the teats of her bosoms, Melinda's mind was brimming with the burning sensation that the moment she felt his fingers return inside her core, she was on the verge of rupture.

The man continued slamming his fingers inside her, fondling it until it was swollen and ready for his cock. He pushed against her more, and by the time he was stashed inside her, his fingertips jerked into her warm flash, rotating them in circles until her core spasmed from the titillating furor.

"Jeffery, please! It's too much!" Melinda writhed, her body domed in stimulating ecstasy as she felt her slit wetter from his subverting ministrations.

Taking his damp fingers out, he licked her juices. "Stay still."

Melinda squirmed. Her pussy was throbbing in heat that she couldn't think in the right mind at the moment. She arched her back, leaning closer to him and begging for his mercy, "Please, Jeff!"

"Do you want me, Melinda?" He groaned after nibbling her lips.

"Yes…I want you." She purred like a kitten. Melinda widened her thighs in front of him, causing her inflamed slits to open freely.

Jeffery's eyes went pitch-black at the lewd woman in front of him, inviting him to ruin her wholly. He pitched closer to her, marked her shoulders with kisses, and pounded his lips back to her. Caressing her clit, he whispered between the gaps of their smooches, "Good girl, darling."

Then, his hand landed on her hips, looming over her body with his overcasting frame. Jeffery held her in place and rubbed his cock's wet-covered rind into the slit folds of her labia. As he rubbed his tip on her clit, Jeffery plunged his entirety inside her, taking her hole altogether and possessing her body and mind inside out.

The next thing happened, her moans were heard all over the room's four corners.

...

After Melinda and Jeffery's passionate session, Melinda went to the bathroom, took a shower, and got out when she was done. She felt sticky after having sex and decided to take a bath. By the time she was done, she had found Jeffery smoking on the bed. He sat in a casual pose with one leg leaning on the floor.

Melinda secured the towel wrapped around her body as she stared with disapproval at Jeffery. She loathed the smell of the cigarette but found it rather enthralling when his lips were devouring her.

"Did you not read the warning? You are forbidden to smoke. And smoking destroys your lungs," she said.

Hearing that, Jeffery chuckled but continued inhaling the smoke. "Why is a woman seven years younger than me giving me a lecture?"

She gave him a bored look. "Because I am your soon-to-be step-sister? Your little sister, to be precise."

Jeffery killed the fire, put the cigarette butt in the garbage bin, and returned to Melinda.

He squinted at her and asked, "Your name is Melinda Green? And your mom calls you Mindy?"

Melinda responded with a nod and looked down to pick up her clothes.

Her face wrinkled in aggravation when she saw the broken zipper of her dress. She stared at it with disbelief, put it in front of her face, and showed it to Jeffery. "Look at my dress. You ruined it. How would I leave when I have no more to wear?"

Her eyes watered as she looked at the blue dress. This was only bought by her mom yesterday and cost nearly her monthly living expenses. The dress was too expensive. She told her mother about that but shrugged it off, saying today was a special event, and she had to look good.

The corner of Jeffery's face lifted, showing his devilish and handsome face. "I will buy you a new one or any dress you want," he said, his voice low, lazy, and sexy.

She scowled and placed one of her hands on her hips, facing him. "That's not BUY for me. That is what you call compensation," she corrected him with her soft voice. "Never mind. I will just put it on." She slipped the dress into her body. She looked around, found Jeffery's coat, and put it on to cover up the unzipped zipper.

She rarely said much, and her voice was delicate. Although she looked very well-behaved, she had quite a lot of guts.

When she was done, Jeffery followed and put on his clothes.

He was all muscles. She remembered how she licked his stomach and blushed because of that.

Jeffery raised his eyebrows when he noticed she was watching him. "Like what you see?"

"Definitely. But what about my dress?" Melinda asked, using her soft voice. "Will you take responsibility?"

He stared at her in disbelief. "Do you think I am a liar?"

Melinda looked away, blushing. "It's not like that. It's just this dress is expensive."

"Regardless of how much it cost, I could easily replace it."

Jeffery took his phone and slipped it into his pants pocket. "Are you done? Let's go outside."

"Where?"

"To the mall. You said you wanted a new dress."

Melinda stared at him as if she was her savior. "Really? Will you do that for me?"

"As you said, it's my responsibility, Mindy." He wryly smirked.

Melinda's cheeks flustered as her gaze cast on his damp, lush lips.

...

Jeffery took Melinda to a nearby mall for shopping, belonging to the Sterling Family. The latter, however, might or might not know that it belonged to them.

The manager personally entertained them when they stepped inside the women's clothing center. However, her lips parted when she saw Melinda standing next to the heir of the Sterling Corporation. Her surprise was only brief, and she hid it as soon as Jeffery eyed him with a warning look.

Taking that into account, she beamed at the two of them and cordially asked, "Good day, Ma'am. What type of clothes do you want?"

Melinda did not answer. Instead, she looked back at Jeffery as if she wanted to back her up. "Whatever I want?"

The man nodded. "Even if you want this clothing store, I'll give it to you."

Melinda chuckled, thinking why the heck would he do that when, in fact, they had only met now. And being siblings by the quasi-legal process was not a valid reason.

"You have an odd sense of humor."

"I'll be waiting for you here," Jeffery said and sat on the sofa.

Meanwhile, one of their staff went to ask him something. Adamantly, he shook his head and focused on her.

Folding his leg across the other, Jeffery casually replied, "If you like them all, you can have them. Money is not an issue."

'Was he testing me to see if I was kidding or not?' she pondered.

But she knew that she had to strike while the iron was hot. Bearing that in mind, she lifted her chin. "If you say so, I like them all."

Everyone in the store gawked at her as if she had uttered a joke. She did not. Jeffery had a dazed look in his eyes.

"What?" Melinda asked. "You asked me what I want. I'll give you the answer. Don't tell me you want to take your words back?"

Jeffery's eyes danced, and he snapped his fingers at them. "Manager, what are you waiting for? Wrap all the clothes in this store."

It was only then that the manager recovered from the shock. "Yes, of course, Mr. Sterling. And to which address should I deliver these clothes?"

Jeffery played with the unlit cigarette in his hand and looked at Melinda. "The address. Give her."

Melinda told the address and her contact information to the counter manager.

It was an address of a poor block in Jellyford. The manager noted her home address, announced to the other customers that the store was closed, and started packing clothes for Melinda.

Out of all the clothes, Melinda picked a lotus pink dress and was about to put it on. She failed to sense the man's presence behind her, and before she could react, he snatched the pink dress away from her hands and exchanged it with a red halter dress.

"This dress best suited you." He scanned his eyes around her body and nodded. "You have a well-developed body. Try that dress, and you'll see I am telling the truth."

Melinda raised an eyebrow at him but obliged and put it in front of her body. Jeffery looked at her with fascination as he looked hungrily at her body.

With the help of the mirror, she saw the high knee-length flower hem dress over her body. It barely wrapped around her chest area, and the fabric was so short that she could almost see her thighs. Her long curls draped over her shoulder, and the dress's low neck emphasized her boney collarbone.

Melinda was not used to the dress and wanted to change to another one. "I'm not into this dress," she said. "Perhaps the pink dress is better." When he stopped her, she was on the verge of returning to the fitting room.

"I like this one. It's better."

She gasped. Melinda couldn't say no when Jeffery looked at her with such tantalizing eyes.

Left with no choice, she nodded. It was just a dress, anyway.

Jeffery had the black card between his two fingers and handed it to the counter manager.

She stood beside him and stiffened when his hands suddenly snaked around her waist. Leaning in her ears, he kissed her shoulders. "Follow me."

Then, he encircled his arms around her waist and took her to the fitting room.