My heart beating like crazy, I scramble away, my eyes wide with shock as they land on a muscular male body. I try to ignore the enormous cock between his legs – emphasis on try. But before I can stop myself, I take in his impressive length. My gaze travels upward, towards a sculpted face – a familiar face.
"What the fuck?" I yelp, throwing a towel at his head.
The guy from the beach is in my bathroom.
I repeat, the douchebag, hotter-than-hell dude from the beach. In my bathroom. Naked.
He laughs like he doesn't have a care in the world, catches the towel and wraps it around his waist. My eyes are glued to his body, my heart beating fast in my chest. Don't look, Cassidy!
But I do.
I look.
And then blush.
He comes towards me, and I screech in horror. "What are you doing in my house?" I demand to know. He closes the distance between us, stopping close enough for drops of water to hit my scorched skin when he shakes out his wet hair.
He looks at me with that evil stare, the ever-present smirk lighting up his face. "Sharing a bathroom," he says like it's the most innocent thing in the world.
That is the exact moment my dad chooses to burst into the bathroom, ready to fight. "What happened, honey?" he asks, his eyes scanning the room for potential intruders.
I raise a shaky finger, slamming it into beach guy's chest. "This! Goddamn! Guy! Is taking a shower in my bathroom!"
To my utter surprise and anger, my dad laughs. And the guy joins in.
"What is going on?" I ask, my voice shaky.
"Oh, Cassidy," Dad says, rubbing my head like I'm some stupid kid. "This is Dominic. Didn't I tell you about him?"
"It's Dom," beach dude corrects him before winking at me. My eyes follow a rivulet of water snaking its way down his chest … over his abdomen, towards the place barely covered by a towel. Holy hell.
I focus on finding out why his name sounds familiar.
"Fuck," I breathe when I realize what's going on.
"Language," Dad scolds me, patting Dom on the back. "Don't want to make a bad impression on your stepbrother, do we?"
This is my stepbrother? I pictured him as a fourteen-year-old with braces and acne. He doesn't look like he's obsessed with Spiderman, either.
Dom looks me straight in the eye, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, I have my mind made up about her already," he says, winking at me before leaving with my dad.
As soon as they're gone, I grab a towel from the rack, press it against my mouth and scream as loud as I can into the thick Egyptian cotton.
My stepbrother. He's my goddamn stepbrother.
Fucking.
Hell.
Chapter two
DOM
I'm not a big fan of family meals, but today's lunch is proving to be more than interesting.
It took me a moment to recognize her on the beach. Her dad and my mother had been shoving her photos in my face for months before we met, but the pictures definitely didn't do her justice.
Unfortunately, I'd already yanked down her bikini before I realized we were stepsiblings. If I try hard, I feel some remorse, but those beautiful tits were a sight for sore eyes.
She's gorgeous, there's no denying that. But I think I prefer her on paper, because in real life, she might as well be holding up a big fucking sign that reads TROUBLE. I can already tell she's decided to make all our lives a living hell, and she's intent on making me suffer as much as possible.
Poor little princess doesn't know I've seen enough crap in my life to be able to take on anything. And a little firecracker like her is a dot on the horizon – something I can wipe off with ease.
My parents divorced when I was a little kid. All I remember from back then is a lot of shouting, plates breaking and being locked in my room while they fought.
I head to the kitchen after I get dressed, my hair still wet and dripping from the shower. Mom has got eggs and bacon on the table for us, and I settle down, pouring myself a glass of fresh OJ.
Our conversation is pleasant, but the door has my undivided attention. Little miss firecracker storms in. Her face is already flushed, her red hair a wild halo around that pretty, heart-shaped face.
I busy myself with other thoughts as she joins us at the table.
Replaying the events of the last few months in my head, I think about my life now.
I was bitter about my parents' divorce for a long time. I blamed my mom, even though she kept me when Dad up and left, not giving a damn about his seven-year-old son. I used to be so obsessed with my dad, always seeing him as some kind of superhero, when he was nothing but a villain.
I found out my scumbag of a father cheated, cut off all contact and haven't regretted it once. Last I heard, he's living with his secretary in Nebraska. Good for him, and good riddance from me.
I had a rebellious period nonetheless, and I still carry the remnants of that phase on my skin. I seemed to think that my mother would feel punished if I inked every inch of my skin. Instead, she took everything with a smile and always told me I made her proud every day.
And that hurt more – to know she had this blind trust in me. It meant I had to do something with my life, instead of wasting my time on girls and booze. I decided to try and be a better man... at least in public.
This decision might be hard to abide by if little step-sis is around me all day, all summer. Just looking at those perky tits of hers is making my cock stir, and I better not think about my hands touching her neck on the beach. Otherwise, I'll have to excuse myself from the table.
"Hi, little sister," I joke, unable to resist the temptation of making her blush. I also earn a round of smiles from my stepfather and mom, while Cassidy shoots me a murderous look. "Calmed down a little?"
"Fuck off," she snaps, and my eyes widen. I'm going to have some fun breaking this one.
"Cassidy!" Tony scolds her, but she ignores him, grabs an apple from the counter and heads out.
"Get back here," her dad calls after her, and I'm pretty sure he means business with his tone. Cassidy seems to be aware of that, too, because she strolls back into the kitchen and plops down on a chair with a dramatic sigh.
"May I be of help, Father?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Cassidy, don't be such a kid," he scolds her, and she sulks at his choice of words, which amuses me. She's eighteen, right at that awkward age. And despite the fact that she behaves like an insolent child, she does not like being called one.
Noted.
She sulks at the table while the rest of us enjoy our breakfast, the conversation flowing without her input. Still, it happens more than once that I catch her staring at me, and the fourth time around, I grin at her, which annoys her to no end.
I love the fact that she's a blusher. Her cheeks turn this perfect shade of strawberry pink, and for some reason it turns me on more than her tight little ass in that white bikini.
I furrow my brow as I realize what I'm thinking about, and as if my thoughts weren't proof enough, I feel my cock stiffening between my legs. I clear my throat and grab my glass of OJ, drinking in long gulps.
This isn't great.
I'm twenty-one, she's eighteen. She's a kid.
It makes what I did on the beach that much worse.
Not to mention she's also my stepsister.
Because here's the thing – I like my stepfather.
Tony and my mother have been married for just a few months. I met him on quite an interesting occasion. I'm pretty sure any other guy would have lost his mind if the first time he got to meet his stepson was in jail.
I was arrested for drinking under the age limit just a few days before my twenty-first birthday, as well as assault of a police officer. What can I say? I wasn't about to let some middle-aged prick with a beer belly put me into handcuffs.
I used my call to let Mother Dearest know her son was in jail. She showed up with a guy called Tony Lynn, someone I'd heard her mention in passing and chose to ig
nore for a good few months.
Mom didn't have enough to pay bail, but Tony did. Mom didn't even want to see me, but Tony was there to help.
He took me to a diner, and I ordered the biggest fucking meal on the menu, just to piss him off. He allowed it and let me finish eating, all the while being so calm, it made me nervous.
Then he told me I needed to clean up my game, at which point I cursed at him.
And then he stood up calmly, emptying a drink on my head.
He goddamn poured a glass of iced tea on my head. I gaped at him in shock – no one had ever had the balls to stand up to me before. Then, he burst into laughter and gave me the speech of my life.
Tony said I had all the potential in the world. I had great grades, great prospects in college football, even better ones in some of my classes. He told me he didn't care what I did in my free time, but he also said I needed to respect my mother.
And he told me how many times he had to console her after I got in trouble. My mom, who's always been my rock, and never moved by any of my shenanigans. Except I was totally fucking her up with my actions.
I was sulking for a good while, covered in sticky tea.
But as Tony finished, I realized he had a point. I was wasting my goddamned life, and for what? To prove a point? To rebel?
I made a promise that day. I'd keep my private life away from my mom’s eyes, and I'd try to make her proud. Tony and I shook on it.
To this day, I have respect for the old man – as he does for me.
This might prove to be a problem if his daughter is around.
Up until now, she was with her mother in LA, going to school there. She didn't even come to the wedding, though I'm not sure Tony and my mom told her about it. I'm sure she'd have had a hissy fit.
I guess she's still hung up on the idea of her parents being together, since they divorced a couple of years ago.
"Lost in thought, dear stepbrother?" Cassidy's syrupy sweet voice interrupts my thoughts. Her green eyes are sparkling with mischief, and fuck if it doesn't make me even more turned on.
"Thinking about me?" she asks, biting into her crunchy apple.
"Oh, yes," I reply in all seriousness. "I was doing just that." Her eyes widen in surprise, but I'm not done yet. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie. I think they're showing the new Disney flick at six p.m. today. Unless that's past your bedtime?"
"I'll go to the late-night showing with you. Have you seen Entering in the Back Door 7?" she asks, as my mother gasps in shock.
"Of course," I nod. "I take it you haven't and need some education in the matter? They're showing Intercourse 101 at a primary school nearby."
Tony slams a fist on the table at that point, but Cassidy and I keep glaring at each other.
She chews on her fruit as I smirk at her. "I don't need a big brother to watch over me," she spits out. "I can take care of myself."
"Sure," I snort.
She glares at me. "You don't think I can? I've been raising myself for the past three years. Daddy was too busy abandoning us, and Mommy’s got a job that takes twelve hours out of her day. Still think I'm a kid, big brother?"
Wow, way to turn the conversation awkward.
Tony looks mortified, his cheeks red with fury, and he's about to speak up when my mom puts a hand on his fist.
"Let's all calm down," my mother suggests, shooting me a warning glance, but Cassidy is having none of it.
"Whatever," she sighs, throwing her apple core on the table. "I'm out of here."
She storms out of the kitchen, and I think we all lose our appetite. I mumble an excuse that goes unnoticed. Next, I head outside onto the patio, where the water in the newly installed pool is shimmering, enticing me to jump in.
Which I would do, but then I spot Cassidy setting up a lounge chair in her bikini. I can't resist taunting her some more. It is quickly becoming my favorite pastime.
I head over there, standing in front of her as she glares at me and plops down on her chair. She puts her heart-shaped sunglasses over her eyes and makes a point of ignoring me.
I don't move, knowing I'll be able to crack her resolve.
"You're in my sun," she spits at me, and I shift so I'm blocking the sunlight from her body. She sits up.
"You should put on sun block," I tell her.
"Yes, I can tell you're very concerned about my skin." She rolls her eyes but throws a bottle of sunscreen in my direction anyway. She's got a good aim, and the bottle flies straight towards my head. But I'm too fast for her, catching it in midair.
Cassidy turns on her tummy, exposing her tanned back and tight ass to my eyes. I have the urge to tear that bikini right off her, but I resist it, thinking of Tony – a guaranteed way to get me to cool off.
Sex games aren't the only ones I know how to play, though.
I shake the product well, then squirt the contents of the entire bottle on Cassidy's back.
As soon as the cool liquid hits her skin, she screeches and jumps off the lounge chair. She swipes her back and her fingers come away completely white.
"What the hell is your problem?" she demands to know as I laugh my butt off, shrugging.
She snarls in my direction, and before I can move out of the way, she slams into me. And even though I'm bigger and know full-well I could resist her attack, I let her push me towards the edge of the pool.
When I'm just about to topple over into the water I was admiring moments ago, I wrap my hands around her tiny waist, pulling her in with me.
She shrieks, but then we hit the water, going under, and it's like we've entered a different world. I open my eyes underwater and see her struggling to break the surface, but I pull her closer. Her eyes open in surprise, and I stare at her, the world so calm and still suddenly.
My hands glide over her skin, stopping on her inner thigh. I would like to rip that bikini off. Actually, I want to do it right now.
But then we both run out of air, coming up and gasping, desperate to get that precious oxygen in our lungs.
"You fucker!" Cassidy screams, attacking me like a banshee. I'm laughing my butt off again. She tries to hit me, failing when I grab her wrists and pull her writhing body towards me until it touches my skin under the water.
She stills, but just for a moment; long enough for me to position her sweetest part right against my crotch. Her eyes widen when she feels my hard length against her body, and then she fights me so furiously, I let go.
Cassidy swims towards the edge of the pool, pulling herself up and onto the hot tiles. I float on my back, a smile playing on my lips as I watch her.
"Hope that cooled you off." My voice is mocking, but all she does is glare at me over her shoulder.
"I don't think I'm the one that needs to cool off," she snaps in my direction.
"Oh yeah?" My grin is all over my face as I nod to her chest. Her nipples are hard and straining against the thin fabric of the bikini top. "What's that, then?"
She looks down and blushes when she realizes what I'm talking about. Without saying another word, she storms back into the house to the soundtrack of my laughter.
Chapter three
CASSIDY
I walk out of the house with murder on my mind. I'm fuming, but somewhere along the way to my unknown destination, I feel hot tears falling down my cheeks.
I wipe at the wetness, angry with myself for succumbing to his sick little game. I don't know who my stepbrother thinks he is, but he will not be getting as close as he did today, ever again.
As I walk, I think about Valerie. I have no trouble believing she's all right, but it hurts to see her sitting at the kitchen table. It used to be ours, but now it seems as if she's claiming my mother's place.
The memories of my parents' divorce are still too fresh in my mind. As opposed to all those horror stories you hear, my parents didn't spend my childhood fighting. It was strange – they grew quiet around one another, and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
I
guess I saw it coming before they sat me down at the very kitchen table I just had breakfast at, telling me they were going to get a divorce. And that's the reason it's so painful being in that house – I still remember it as a family place, before things went to shit. It's plain weird seeing a different woman in my mother's chair.
Also, Dom.
The guy should not be anyone's stepbrother, because he's walking forbidden fruit.
I sigh, coming to a stop. I look around, now realizing how far I've managed to walk. I started going uphill at some point, and I'm at a sightseeing spot – or rather, the make-out spot, as we used to call it. Too bad I never got to try it out.
Immediately, Dom's grinning face flashes in my mind, and I shake my head to get rid of the unwanted thought. I should not be thinking of him in that way – or any other, for that matter. I've already decided to keep my distance from him and his mother. I don't need the drama.
"Cassidy?" a voice cuts through my thoughts, and I turn around towards the source. There's a pretty, willowy blonde standing a few feet away, and she looks like she's just seen a ghost. "Cassidy Lynn?" she repeats, the surprise evident in her voice.
It takes me a moment to realize I know this girl.
"Susie?" I ask, my eyes wide open with shock.
"Fuck, no," she laughs, and the snorting sound she makes tells me it is her indeed. "It's Susannah now, and if you call me Susie, I'll be forced to slap you."
She comes over to me, and we exchange hugs.
"Fuck, Cassidy, it's been years," she exclaims, getting a good look at me. I love the approval in her eyes, as pathetic as it is.
Susie used to be the popular kid around here. We spent a lot of time together as kids, back when we lived at the beach house, but when Mom and I moved, we lost touch. Judging by her long legs and wild curly blonde hair – plus her silly laugh, of course – she hasn't changed a bit.
"You haven't changed a bit." I repeat my thought out loud, waking up from my reverie with a wide smile, my eyes traveling down her body. "Except your boobs are huge." My eyes widen as I take in the biggest pair of tits I've ever seen on a nineteen-year-old.
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