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  My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection

  5 Complete Box Sets

  My Stepbrother the Teacher

  Taken by My Bad Boy Stepbrother

  One Step at a Time

  My Stepbrother the Military Man

  My Stepbrother the Billionaire

  By Cindy Wilder

  Copyright © 2015 Cindy Wilder

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  Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content that is not intended for those under the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and the age of 18 and older. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  My Stepbrother the Teacher #1

  My Stepbrother the Teacher #2

  My Stepbrother the Teacher #3

  My Stepbrother the Teacher #4

  Taken by My Bad Boy Stepbrother #1

  Taken by My Bad Boy Stepbrother #2

  Taken by My Bad Boy Stepbrother #3

  Taken by My Bad Boy Stepbrother #4

  One Step at a Time #1

  One Step at a Time #2

  One Step at a Time #3

  One Step at a Time #4

  My Stepbrother the Military Man #1

  My Stepbrother the Military Man #2

  My Stepbrother the Military Man #3

  My Stepbrother the Military Man #4

  My Stepbrother the Billionaire #1

  My Stepbrother the Billionaire #2

  My Stepbrother the Billionaire #3

  My Stepbrother the Billionaire #4

  My Stepbrother the Teacher #1

  It was Friday night and I was home alone. I had just turned eighteen two weeks before and was so ready to graduate. College was going to be amazing. My mom wouldn't be around to tell me what to do every five minutes. She was out for the night with some guy she had just started dating. I didn't know anything about him, and I didn't want to. My father passed away a little over a year before. I couldn't believe she was able to move on so quickly, especially with how proper she had to be about everything that I did. My dad was an amazing father and husband. He was hit by a drunk driver on his way home from work. It was the hardest day of my life.

  I was sitting around feeling sorry for myself when my friend Sally called. She was invited to some party and wanted me to go with her. I could tell she was worried about going alone, but I really didn't feel like leaving the house. She begged and pleaded.

  “Are you going to be a goody goody forever?” she asked. “We are leaving for college in less than six months. You need to get your nose out of the books for one night and have some fun. This is the one night your mom isn't home to stop you from going.”

  “Not tonight,” I said. “You know my mom would freak if she found out I went to a party. I have to keep my mind on school. Who's going to be there anyway?”

  “A guy I met last week. Where is your perfect mother at now? She's out on a date. I'm coming to get you. I'll be there in an hour. Be ready,” Sally said, as she hung up the phone.

  I let out a grumble and fell back onto my sheets. Sally had a point. My mom was so busy telling me what I needed to be doing. She had no business being out with some guy and not home watching my every move. I've never done a single thing she didn't approve of, but she treated me like a small child who couldn't make the right decision if she had to. I was sick of being the perfect daughter and student. What would it be like to have one night of high school fun, I wondered? It couldn't be that bad, and Sally would be able to meet up with her guy friend. It would be perfectly fine, I thought.

  I got off the bed and jumped in the shower. My mom would freak if she knew I was going to a party, I thought. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about pushing her limits. It was horrible, I know. I just couldn't help picturing my mom screaming so loud that her head blew off. When I was done in the shower, I pulled on a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt. There was no way I was going to dress like a slut and come back in the house later for her to see me. I grabbed a pair of sneakers and slipped them on my feet. My hair was down against my shoulders. I did put on some light makeup and lip gloss.

  There was a knock on my door just as I was grabbing my purse, keys, and phone. Sally had on a cute but revealing outfit. She laughed when she saw what I was wearing and grabbed my arm to pull me out the door. I locked up quickly before she could drag me down the steps.

  It seemed like we were on the road forever. It had to have been longer than an hour for sure. Where the heck were we going, I wondered? She pulled off the freeway and through college town. It was the college I was going to the next year. I had only been there one time to look around. I looked over at her, and she had a huge smiled on her face, as she pulled up in front of a frat house. I could tell by the stuff on the outside and the people scattered all over the place.

  “Where the hell are we?” I asked.

  “This is where the party is,” she answered with a shrug.

  “You never said anything about a college party. I thought it was a guy from high school,” I told her sternly.

  “Oh, calm down,” she said, as she reached for her door.

  “I'm not going in there,” I snapped.

  “You most certainly are,” she snapped back. “I have tried for almost four years to get you to do something fun. Your mom is out with some guy tonight. We can have fun without having to answer fifty questions when we get back. We aren't going to do anything wrong. I just want to get to know this guy. He seems really nice. You're going to school here next year. Maybe you'll meet someone and won't be alone when you start in the fall. Get out of the car before I pull you out.”

  Sally got out of the car and stood with her hands on her hips waiting for me. I let out a loud huff, opened the door, and slammed it shut once I was out.

  “I'm not staying long,” I said, as I started to walk toward the house.

  She caught up with me and laughed.

  “You're going to have fun. Live it up. Enjoy your one night of freedom,” she said. “Who knows if it will ever happen again.”

  We walked into the house and Sally grabbed two drinks from the guy serving them. She handed me one and I laughed.

  “Just drink it slow,” she said.

  I rolled my eyes at her and took a small drink. It was my first sip of beer, and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. A very nice looking guy walked up to us and Sally hugged him. His name was Scott. He was tall and built with light colored hair and blue eyes. I had to admit he was very cute. It wasn't long before she began to walk away.

  “I want your keys,” I said.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “In case you screw me over,” I said. “I'm going home.”

  “If your friend leaves, I'll take you home,” Scott said.

  Sally handed me her keys and they were gone. I wasn't having much fun at that moment. It was nice out, so I decided to go sit out back behind the house. There were a couple of picnic tables. I picked one that didn't have a couple making out at it and sat down. I leaned back, looked up at the stars, and enjoyed the fresh air. I had been doing so much school work that I hadn't had a chance to enjoy anything at all. Getting into college and getting the best grades I could had been my main focus.
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  I took a few more sips of beer, and it didn't taste too bad. I think it was going to my head a bit. All I could think about was how my mom expected me to be the model daughter. She wanted nothing less than perfection. I was tired of it. I was sick of her always telling me exactly what I needed to do to be who she wanted. Maybe that wasn't who I wanted to be. I didn't want her to date yet, but she didn't seem to care. She never cared about anything I wanted. It was all about her. Would it be so bad to let me have a little fun every now and then?

  I could hear the music from inside the house. Sally was probably having a great time. I was sitting alone while everyone around me had fun. When was I going to be able to have a good time? Once I had accomplished every goal my mother had set for me. That's bullshit, I thought to myself. I deserved to have fun too. She could go out and do things with some new guy. Why couldn't I?

  A few seconds later, I felt someone sit down next to me.

  “Anything exciting going on up there?” the person asked.

  It was a guy's voice. I wasn't about to look away from the beautiful sky. It was calming to me.

  “Just enjoying the view,” I answered.

  Was it a sign, I asked myself? It had to be. I was at the party already. Why not have a good time? It was only going to be one night. I would let myself have as much fun as I wanted that night only. It was a college party, with real men. I was going to be going off to college soon. There would be so much studying then. I could have a fun college night, I thought. Why not? I looked at the stars and closed my eyes. What was I saving myself for anyway? Life could be over in a minute. My dad left for work one day and never came back. What if that happened to me? Screw waiting for love, I thought. My mom would do anything to make sure that didn't happen for years. I nodded to myself as I thought. It was going to be my night. I was going to do whatever I wanted. I was the one making the decisions.

  “I saw you sitting here and thought you might need a drink. Yours is empty. You looked pretty deep in thought,” he said.

  I looked in my cup before taking the drink from him.

  “I didn't even notice I was drinking it,” I said with a laugh. “Thank you.”

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  I looked over at him and my eyes widened. The guy was gorgeous. Not just cute, but where the hell did he come from hot. He had dark brown hair and the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen. There was no question in my mind. He worked out probably every day. His tight t-shirt clung to every muscle on his arms and down his chest. I wasn't sure how old he was, and I wasn't about to ask. It was a college party, so he had to be in his late teens or early twenties. The way his brown eyes shined from the light was mesmerizing. If I was going to let it all go and be whoever I wanted for one night, he was definitely who I wanted to experience it with. The man was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

  I know, I didn't get out much, but that didn't matter. There was no way a man that fine looking was ever going to approach me again.

  “Everything is perfect,” I answered.

  “What are you doing out here by yourself?” he asked.

  “I came out here for some air and couldn't help but notice how awesome the stars look. What about you? What are you doing out here by yourself?” I asked.

  “I needed a little air myself and saw you sitting alone. I'm Alex,” he said, as he offered me his hand.

  “I'm Sarah,” I said, as I shook his strong, large hand.

  I felt the weirdest chill when our hands connected and couldn't help but shiver.

  “Are you cold?” he asked.

  “I'm fine,” I answered.

  He scooted closer and put his arm around my shoulder, as I took a sip from my drink.

  “I've never seen you before,” Alex said.

  “I came with a friend of mine. She wanted to come see some guy she met. I'm being a supportive friend. I'm not really the party kind of girl.”

  He nodded and smiled.

  “Do you want to come up and watch a movie?” he asked.

  I shrugged. It beat sitting outside alone all night. Alex seemed like a nice guy.

  “Sure,” I said.

  He took my hand and led me through the house and up the stairs.

  “You live here?” I asked.

  “Sure do.”

  We walked into a bedroom. It was clean and didn't smell as bad as the rest of the house. I always thought frat houses were messy and smelled nasty. He turned on the television and handed me the remote.

  “I'll be right back,” he said. “I'm going to get us some snacks and a couple more drinks.”

  I nodded, as I kicked off my shoes and flipped through the channels. He pushed the door open with his foot when he came back. His arms were full. I jumped up and grabbed the drinks to set them on his desk. He put the snacks down and walked back to close his door. I sat back down on the bed and continued looking through the guide to find something to watch.

  “You don't seem like a frat guy,” I said.

  “Really?” he asked. “Why's that?”

  “I always pictured them flirty and kind of obnoxious. You seem nice, and your room's clean.”

  He laughed as he kicked his shoes off and plopped down next to me on the bed. I picked a show and turned it on.

  “Why aren't you down there partying?” I asked.

  “I don't feel like it tonight. Sometimes it's a bit much.”

  He grabbed a bag of chips from his desk and handed me my cup. We sat quietly and watched the movie. I drank the beer he gave me outside and started on the one he brought back with the snacks. By the time the movie was over I needed to go to the bathroom. He got up to show me where it was. My body was feeling warm, and I was very relaxed. When I walked back down the hall toward his room, he was leaning against his door waiting for me. I couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked. He had taken off his t-shirt and changed into a pair of sweats that barely hung onto his waist and showed off the amazing v that led beneath them. It was the first time I had ever felt heat instantly run through my body from looking at a man. I wanted to rub my hands down his muscles into his pants. My cheeks were probably dark red by the time I walked into his room. He had a smile on his face, and he turned to follow me back into the room. The door shut behind him, and I heard the lock of the door.

  “I don't want people to come into my room. I hope you don't mind. They open doors around here without knocking,” he said.

  “That's fine with me,” I said nervously with a shiver. “Do you want to watch something else?”

  “Sure, are you cold?” he asked.

  “A little,” I answered.

  I wasn't sure what it was, but I couldn't help the chill that ran through me. He pulled back the covers on his bed.

  “You can get under the covers. It'll be warmer,” he said, as he got under them and held them up for me.

  I didn't want to act like a giddy high school girl. He was a college man, and I honestly wanted to get closer to him. I had never felt like that around a guy before. There was something about him that I really liked. He was cute and sexy. I couldn't help the feelings that were going through my body. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it wasn't. I wanted to be in his arms.

  I got under the covers, and he tucked them in around us. It was a very sweet gesture. He had leaned up against the headboard with nothing covering his chest. I looked down at his perfectly sculpted muscles and wanted to run my fingers along them. Why was my body reacting to him that way, I wondered? It wasn't like I had never went on a date before. My mom let me go to dances with guys. Not one of them made me feel warm inside. I felt something with him. There was no denying it. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer. That was my moment to decide. Did I want to push away from him and go home, or did I want to take the one opportunity I had to have an amazing night I knew I would never forget?

  I let my body relax into his and put my head against his shoulder. We watched the beginning of another movie. His hand rubbed my back, and I
felt electricity and warmth in his touch. It was the first time I ever had a feeling shoot straight through to my core. I felt heat between my thighs and couldn't believe it. Sure, I had brought myself to orgasm a few times. It wasn't something I talked about with friends or anything. I kind of kept that stuff to myself. There was something about Alex that was comfortable. Could I really do it? Was he the one I wanted to be with for my first time? He was a college man, so I was sure he would know what he was doing.

  I put my hand on his chest. It was so hard under my fingers, and I couldn't help but rub them up and down it. When I felt his abs, I noticed his hands rubbed my back a little harder. What the hell he was doing there with me, I had no idea. I was definitely going to enjoy the moment. When would I ever have another opportunity like that, I wondered? My hand moved down his stomach. When my fingers ran down the line of hair and stop at the band on his sweats, I felt his muscles tighten and a breath release from his body. He put his other hand under my chin and lifted my face toward his. I looked into his deep brown eyes and felt my thighs clench together. Was it really happening, I thought? He looked into my eyes as his lips moved closer to mine. When he stopped just before touching them, I couldn't take it. I wanted to know what he tasted like. My lips moved to his and covered them. Oh fuck, I thought. They were so soft. He had his hand on the back of head in a second and pulled my mouth harder against his. I felt a gasp escape my lips and felt his lips smile beneath mine.

  His tongue traced the outside of my upper and then my lower lip. I parted them as his tongue slid between them. He thrust it into my mouth, and our tongues fought each other with passion for control. His kiss was hard and heated and I instantly felt my panties melt. Shit, he was so hot. I turned my body toward his to deepen our kiss. He reached down and pulled me up to straddle him without effort. I had one leg on each side of his and couldn't help but clench my thighs again. I lifted onto my knees so I could reach him better. My hands went to back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine. I needed to kiss him again. My body was going crazy. Our mouths crashed together, as he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against him. My breasts brushed against his naked chest through my bra and t-shirt, but I could feel my nipples harden instantly. I wanted to feel his muscles against my skin so badly. With one hand on the back of his head, I rubbed the other over his chest. Alex reached down, grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled upward. I heard a rip as I lifted my arms and he tugged it over them.