PREGNANT FOR MY EX’S BROTHER

Kimberly

I was a reckless rebel that summer. It was the summer in which I fell in love with Julian.

Julian Rothschild. You must have seen his pictures plastered all over Forbes magazine. Last winter, he was featured in vogue as one of America’s sexiest entrepreneurs. But I digress. You see, before he became such a mega rich sensation, he was just Julian. The black sheep son of Garrett Rothschild, who had blown his trust fund a long time ago and wanted to make a name for himself in the business world.

We’d met at a mutual friend’s party in Seattle that summer, six years ago and had fallen in love almost immediately. Worst part of all was how much I enjoyed playing the rebel. So infatuated was I, that nothing else mattered but our love that summer—not even my parents, who were strictly against our relationship. They opposed Julian Rothschild, like he was sick with the plague. Didn’t think him good enough for me. But like a fool, I had fought against them; the tooth and nail kind; comprised of sobs and loud yelling, until finally, they decided to cut me off.

Being disowned didn’t matter though. Nothing mattered as long as I had Julian. It was six years ago, when we both eloped to tie the knot. I was twenty six — a starry eyed idiot, dumb enough to still believe in fairy tales.

It wasn’t until after our elopement that we started taking a real interest in Vault Technologies. Back then, it had merely been Julian’s pet project but I believed in it. I saw real potential in the ground work and like the good little wife that I was, I made it my life’s mission to turn the start up company into a multi million dollar powerhouse. I introduced Julian to all the right people. Potential investors; all friends that I had picked up through the years. Trust fund kids, who had never worked a day in their lives. Once I made the introductions, Julian would pitch the company’s vision and as expected, the money would flow.

After a while, we both started solidifying our enterprise as a contender in the tech market. Julian and I made such a phenomenal team, there was literally no stopping us. I was the strategic planner, Julian the dashing developer with the easy charm. A year later, Vault Technologies was pulling in a quarter of a billion in annual revenue. Our stocks blew off the roof. It was the life I had always wanted. Best of all was the fact that I got to share it with the love of my life. Or so I thought. It was times like this I would sit back and wonder where exactly things had gone wrong. Had what point exactly, had my fairytale begun to unravel?

***

I sipped champagne from a crystal flute and hummed in pleasure as I took in the sprawling beauty of my holiday home. A raunchy romance novel sat open on my lap. My straw hat was firmly in place. A few yards away, Julian surfed in the ocean. We were on vacation in the Hamptons. Today was the last day of summer. I applied another layer of sunscreen to my arms. It smelled like vanilla and cinnamon—my signature scent. I was doing up my shoulders when I felt his eyes on me.

Not Julian’s but his brother’s.

The oldest of the Rothschild siblings.

Nathaniel Rothschild was perched on the second floor railing, watching me like I was an exotic object, set on display for his viewing pleasure; one he might just buy, if the bid was enticing enough.

He’d turned thirty a few weeks ago. I knew this because lady Rothschild —Margaret— had called the house phone, huffing and complaining about how Nathaniel hadn’t shown up to the birthday party she had thrown on his behalf. Personally, I didn’t know why she found that so surprising. Nathaniel looked like the sort to hurt your feelings without even trying.

I stared at him now. Soft auburn hair fell in short ringlets over full eye brows. He had the sort of sharp, bony features that screamed aristocratic. Well proportioned waist to torso ratio. Nathaniel’s was the kind of handsome that belonged in the lyrics of a Taylor Swift song. He was nursing a whisky glass, swirling the liquid, as he continued to access my frame in that slightly bored, slightly detached manner.

I was wearing a red bikini. A gift from Julian. It was a skimpy number that barely covered the goods. That was deliberate on Julian’s part. For some reason, he liked to have my curves on display. It turned him on whenever other men would look at me and lust after something they could never have.

I picked up my book and flipped through a few pages. I took another sip of my drink. I looked back up at the railing to find Nathaniel still watching me. This time, I smiled at him. I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t smile back. Instead, he stared harder. Long enough for me to point out the hint of honey in his eyes. Long enough for me to notice that he had an eight pack, rather than the conventional six. Long enough for the air to thicken between us. It was times like this that I wondered if maybe—just maybe—he...

No!

I couldn’t dare to think it. It most likely wasn’t true.

This time, he was the first one to look away. He took a slow sip of his whisky dismissing me. The moment was officially over.

Margaret and Garrett showed up around six, just as I was pulling the lamb roast out of the oven. Ven though I had a house full of staff, I insisted on cooking for my in-laws. They enveloped me in a warm hug and commended the fancy dinner spread I had going on the table. As always, Richard was the last one to show up. He was the baby of the family, still in college.

Dinner with the Rothschilds was a success. It was the last day of summer and it felt nice to have family around, especially since I couldn’t have my real family here with me. Even after all these years, we were still estranged. The only one I had any sort of relationship with was my sister.

That night, when Julian and I had sex, I found myself wanting more. Our sessions were usually vanilla but tonight, I wanted him to spread my thighs wider and fuck me with wild abandon. I wanted him to flip me around, until I was on my hand and knees and then, I wanted him to take me from behind. I wanted his breath on my neck, his lips whispering filthy nothings in my ear.

I wanted his unhinged thrusts to drive me over the edge.

Julian grunted and panted on top of me for a few more seconds, and then, he was done. I didn’t even finish.

“I’m sorry baby,” he rasped. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I just couldn’t hold back this time. You’re so fucking hot. I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s alright honey.” I smiled at him. In return, he kissed my lips.

“Give me a few minutes. I’ll be back up before you know it and then we can go again.” He gathered me into his arms. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.

Just like that.

I laid there in his arms, still horny and sweaty from our earlier coupling. At this rate, I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep tonight. Was I mad about it? No, I wasn’t.

Who cared if the sex between us wasn’t what it used to be? Julian loved me. He treated me like an equal and valued me above all others. Ours was a love that superceded logic. So, no I wasn’t upset. What I needed was some air. Perhaps a nice long soak in the hot tub would help me relax.

I eased out of Julian’s arms and donned my silk robe.

The lights were dimmed on the rooftop. The water in the hot tub was bubbling, a sure sign that it was already in use.

Someone else already beat me to it.

Just my luck.

I turned around to leave.

“Fuck,” a raspy moan permeated the steamy air. Undoubtedly male. I turned back around to see a very naked Nathaniel leaning against the edge of the tub. He was stroking his dick. His head was bent in the utmost concentration.

I pressed my palm against my mouth to stifle my gasp. My first instinct was to run away but my brain wouldn’t cooperate. I watched, transfixed, as his strokes grew faster.

I leaned firmer against the wall, taking care to keep myself out of sight. My heart raced as my mind finally began to catch up with bizarreness of the ordeal I was in. The urge to flee was great but the urge to stay and watch was even greater.

Nathaniel released a harsh hiss just then. He shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Hard.

My hand slipped underneath the hem of my night dress. Shame burned my throat when I realized how wet I was.

This meant nothing, I told myself. I needed to get a good night’s sleep tonight. This was the only way I could think of to get it. Besides, it wasn’t Nathaniel’s face I envisioned as I touched myself. It was Julian’s.

Julian, my perfect husband.

I imagined him discovering me like this. Night dress raised. Fingers in between my pussy folds. Rather than shocked, I imagined him dropping down to his knees in front of me, an amused smile playing around the corners of his lips. In my fantasy, Julian spreads my thighs and puts his mouth on me. He pins me against the wall and eats me out.

I exhale a wordless breath. It is shaky. The dimness of the rooftop makes my imaginations run wild. Fantasy Julian digs his fingers into my hips, hard enough to bruise. His lips lick me faster. He adds his thumb to the mix, running frantic circles on my swollen clit.

I moved my fingers faster, drawing out the wetness, coating my clit with it. When I slid my two middle fingers inside my pussy hole, I imagined Julian’s tongue sliding into me. My hips bucked off the wall. It took everything in me not to moan.

I watched Nathaniel squeezed his balls. Imagined Julian squeezing my ass cheeks, as he fucked me with his mouth.

“Fuck…,” Nathaniel’s breaths were coming out faster now. I knew he was close. So was I. He tilted his head backwards, baring his throat. His adam’s apple bobbled. Sweat glistened on his skin. He really was beautiful. Sculpted.

Some fucked up part of me wanted to touch those sweaty beads; to feel it sliding through my fingers.

I wondered how Nathaniel fucked.

“Oh God.” My fingers weren’t doing enough justice to the ache building up inside me. What I needed was a cock. I pressed my thighs together, trying to add more pressure to the already existing pressure.

“Kimberly,” Nathaniel took me my surprise, rasping my name into the darkness. I stilled my strokes. Terror hit me with the force of a bull dozer.

I had been caught.

I had tried so hard to be discreet but somehow, he had figured me out.

How could I have been so stupid to believe that he was oblivious to the fact that I had been hiding in the shadows, watching him stroke his dick?

I braved a look at him. His eyes were still closed. He didn’t seem to have noticed me. If anything, he seemed to be in a trance.

“Kimmy,” he made a strangled sound in his throat and then, he was coming. His hips bucked right off the tub. He had the shakes, all over his body. I flung my hands over my lips. I must have made more noise than I intend because his gaze snapped towards my hiding spot.

I didn’t wait to see if he’d spotted me or not. I fled the rooftop. I didn’t breathe until I was back in bed; safely in Julian’s arms.

I never looked at him the same after that day. I went out of my way to avoid him as much as I could. I vowed to take our secret to the grave. Looking back at it now, I wished I hadn’t beat myself up so much about it. If only I had known what was in store for me—the heartbreak, the betrayal, the doctored sex tape, the loss of everything I had helped build—perhaps I would have been different.

If only I knew in gory details how much Julian would proceed to crush me, maybe I wouldn’t have fled the rooftop that night. Maybe I would have approached the hot tub and allowed Nathaniel to fuck me, just for the satisfaction of my fucking asshole of a husband.