by Hamel, B. B.
But I couldn’t remember a time when one of those two was my stepsister.
Her friend was the same girl from Vegas, and I wondered if she would recognize me. I doubted it, considering how drunk she’d been, but I wondered how much Natalie had actually told her. I hoped nothing, and I knew Natalie wasn’t an idiot. Still, there was always a chance, and so I decided to play it a little straight.
The two girls were lying in lounge chairs and wearing bikinis. “Ladies,” I said as I walked over.
Natalie opened one eye. “Lucas.”
Her friend sat up. “So this is Lucas,” she said. “Thanks for the flowers.”
I smiled. “Of course. Natalie told me about the trouble you had at the front gate. Consider the flowers an apology.”
“Big apology,” she said.
“Lucas, this is Pacey,” Natalie said.
“Pacey, nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Pacey grinned at me as I slipped my shirt off.
I caught Natalie staring, and I stared right back. I loved the way her light skin looked in her dark blue bikini. It barely covered anything, leaving basically nothing to the imagination, and that was how I liked it. By contrast, her friend was thinner, almost stick-thin, with darker skin and honey-colored hair.
“What are you doing?” Natalie asked.
“Nat,” Pacey said, “don’t be rude.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I just thought I’d go for a swim.”
Before Natalie could complain, I dove into the water. It felt good after a long day of breaking faces and pushing for information.
After meeting with Rodney, we had decided to take a quick detour through the Russian-controlled territory. I didn’t go around aggressively breaking noses, but I did try and rustle up my contacts. I had a few guys in their mob that gave me reliable information in exchange for some decent cash, but I couldn’t find any of them, strangely enough.
Almost like they had gone underground for some reason.
I surfaced and did a lazy little back stroke. I caught both of the girls watching me and smiled in return.
“Come on in,” I said. “Water is decent.”
“No, thanks,” Natalie snapped, but Pacey was already getting up.
“Come on, Nat,” she said. “I’m hot.”
“Go ahead,” Natalie replied. “I’m comfortable.”
Pacey shrugged. She walked over toward the pool and dove in.
I laughed as she splashed over. She was fairly graceful in the water, but she was completely lacking something. For whatever reason, I had absolutely no interest in Pacey. Despite the fact that she was cute enough and obviously eye-fucking me, I didn’t want the same thing.
For some reason, I wanted my wife. The girl that kept looking at me like I was the worst human being in the whole world.
“So, what do you think of the house?” I asked Pacey as she swam over.
“It’s nice,” she said. “Too big though.”
I laughed. “Yeah, it is too big. Guess how many rooms are actually in use at any given time.”
“Half?”
“Hardly. Less than a quarter of them, and that’s being generous.”
“Wow,” she said. “Seems like a huge waste.”
“It really is.”
“What do you guys do that you have all this?”
I glanced at Nat and she gave me a look. Immediately I understood that Pacey didn’t understand a thing.
“My father is in real estate. He owns a lot of buildings all over the country.”
“Wow. That’s really cool.”
“I’ll give you two a tour sometime.”
“That’d be great.”
She swam around me and I watched Natalie carefully. She studiously ignored my looks and tried to pretend like she was nodding off behind her sunglasses.
But I knew the truth. The second I had stepped out of the house and headed down toward them, Nat had been watching me like a hawk.
I swam over to the edge of the pool and climbed out, water streaming down from my muscular body. Pacey continued swimming laps.
I grabbed my towel and began to dry myself off.
“Can you do that somewhere else?” Natalie asked.
“Why? Distracted?”
“No. You’re getting me wet.”
“I know that. I can practically smell how badly you want me,” I said softly.
“That wasn’t what I meant.” She was blushing like crazy.
“Come on, Natalie. Don’t pretend like you’re not dying for your friend to leave so I can tongue your tight pussy until you scream my name.”
“Not in the slightest. Did you come out here just to mess with me?”
I grinned at her. “Yes. And to say that you make me fucking hard when you wear that bikini.”
“Great. Thanks.”
“Don’t forget our deal.”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good. I’m sure you’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Pacey called out.
I smiled over at her. “Just an urgent family matter.”
“Is anything wrong?”
“Not at all,” I said, waving her off. I looked back at Natalie. “See you later, sis.”
She ignored me as I walked away, my towel draped over my shoulders.
I loved the look on her face. It was half scorn and half desire, which only made me want her even more. I’d never met someone that resisted me so hard and yet so clearly wanted me like Natalie.
The issue of our marriage hadn’t come up yet, though I knew I was going to have to do something about it. Now that we had a rat in the family, times were extremely dangerous. It simply wasn’t the best situation to have such a serious secret.
Vince was waiting for me just inside the house. I entered through the staff member door, a nearly invisible door that opened right into the kitchen.
“Swimming?” he asked me.
“Swimming,” I confirmed.
“Not your usual thing.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Got something to say?”
He grinned, holding up his hands. “Not at all.”
“What are you doing over here?”
He shrugged. “Waiting for you. Admiring the view.”
I followed his gaze and saw Natalie standing up, walking over toward the pool, and jumping in.
“Back off,” I said fiercely, surprising myself.
Vince stared at me. “What?”
“My stepsister is off limits,” I growled at him.
“Yeah, okay, of course,” he said, taking a step back.
I didn’t understand my reaction. I knew Vince was harmless, and we joked about women like that all the time. But suddenly I was pissed that he would look at Natalie like that. I knew the sort of shit he said, and I didn’t want to hear it about her.
I calmed myself down and began to head back into the main portion of the house. Vince followed behind me.
“What did you want, Vince?” I asked him.
“Sent out feelers like you wanted, trying to find our Russian friend.”
“And?”
“Got a response already.”
I stopped and looked at him. “Really? This fast?”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought, too.”
“What did he say?”
“He wants to meet up.”
“So the guy is invisible earlier, but as soon as we even ask around, suddenly he wants to meet.”
“Suspicious.”
I nodded at him. “Yeah, suspicious. Set a time and place.”
“You sure?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ve been questioning me a lot lately.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, boss. It just seems like an obvious trap.”
“The Russians don’t want a war. They wouldn’t lay a finger on me. No, this is about something else.”
Vince nodded. “Okay. I’ll set the time.”
He
began to walk away. “Vince?” I called after him.
He looked at me. “Yeah, boss?”
“Cut the shit.”
He grinned. “Got it.”
I smiled back and he left.
I couldn’t afford to lose Vince’s loyalty. Of everyone in the mob, Vince was my closest advisor, my number two, my right-hand man. I trusted him almost as much as I trusted Louisa, and that was saying a lot.
I shook my head, heading over to my rooms. Things were getting more and more dangerous by the second. I couldn’t exactly afford to be distracted by Natalie, but the thought of her in that dress got me hard as fuck.
For some reason, I knew she was going to uphold her end of the bargain. From there, anything could happen.
Chapter Thirteen: Natalie
I hugged Pacey hard.
“Thanks so much for coming,” I said.
“Of course, Nat. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay. You’re the best.”
She climbed into her car and drove off. I watched her wind her way down the long driveway, slip out past the gate, and merge into traffic. She disappeared over a hill.
I bit my lip as the weight of my reality came back to me. I was still very much stuck in the mob compound, and still planning on walking into my stepbrother’s room wearing the tightest, most revealing dress I had ever put on.
I kept asking myself what the hell I was thinking as I headed back toward my room. I didn’t even need to ask for directions and was able to find them all on my own. I went inside and hopped in the shower, cleaning myself off.
I checked the clock once I was showered. It was half past six, and I knew I needed at least an hour for my hair to dry. Lucas hadn’t specified when he needed me to come by his rooms, and so I got on the phone and ordered myself dinner.
One delicious chicken dinner later and I was squeezing myself into the dress. My hair was dry enough, so I put on some makeup and chose a pair of heels that went well with the dress.
Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I felt incredibly nervous. I didn’t know why, since I was only going to walk in, spin once, and then leave. Still, the idea of him looking at me made me incredibly nervous, but also strangely excited. I could feel my hands shaking ever so slightly as I tugged at the hem of the incredibly short dress, trying not to think about the fact that his sister had worn the dress.
“Come on, Natalie,” I said to myself in the mirror. “One spin and you’re gone. Just do it already.”
I took a deep breath, walked out into the main room, opened my door, and stepped out into the hall.
And realized I had no clue where I was going.
Embarrassed, I scurried back inside. I grabbed the phone and called up the kitchen.
“Excuse me,” I said. “Do you know where Lucas’s rooms are?”
The person on the other end paused. “This isn’t a directory. It’s the kitchen.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m so sorry. I just figured you’d know this place. I’m so new.”
Another long pause. “Next time, ask whoever you’re looking for first, okay?”
“Okay.”
He proceeded to give me directions, which were surprisingly easy. Lucas was staying in my wing, only a hallway over.
I walked quickly out and headed in his direction, moving fast but nervously. Fortunately, I made it to his front door without running into anybody else.
I knocked once and waited.
No answer.
I knocked again, louder, and waited.
No answer again.
I was starting to get nervous.
On the third round of knocking, the door suddenly swung open.
“What?” he said, and then he stopped.
I stared at him, open-mouthed.
He was dripping wet and wrapped in only a towel. His tattoos snaked up his body and disappeared down into the area that his towel barely covered. His face broke out into a wicked grin.
“Well hello, wife,” he said. “Please come in.”
“You’re in a towel,” I said dumbly.
“Yes. I know.”
“I can come back later.”
“Come in.” He stepped aside, so I walked past him. He shut the door behind me. “Well?” he asked, staring at me.
I blushed deeply. “Can’t you put some clothes on first?”
“I didn’t ask you to come while I was in the shower.”
“I know, but—”
“But nothing,” he said, coming nearer to me. “Don’t you have a spin for me?”
“Uh, yeah.” I slowly began to turn.
His hands grabbed my hips as my back was to him. I heard the towel drop to the floor.
“Lucas,” I said. I felt something hard press against me and his lips graze my ear.
“You have no clue what you do to me, do you?” he whispered. “Just coming here drives me insane.”
“Just one spin,” I said.
“That’s not why you’re here.”
I felt him kiss my neck, brushing my hair out of his way, I let out a soft gasp as he pulled me tighter against him.
“Why am I here, then?”
“Because you want another taste, Natalie. You only got a small bit of what you want, and you need more.”
“More of what?”
I felt his hands begin to roam my body. “More of my fingers, more of my tongue. You keep thinking about how incredible it felt that night in the limo.”
“I also keep thinking about how we’re married. And you’re my stepbrother.”
“But you’re here anyway,” he whispered. His hands moved so slowly, so deliciously down my legs. I felt them slowly begin to lift up the hem of my dress.
My knees were shaking. And my pussy was dripping wet. I had a surprise for him, a surprise I wasn’t sure he’d actually find.
“I am here,” I agreed.
“Because you want to know. Does it really feel as good as I say it does? Can I really make you body feel things you didn’t know about?”
His hands pulled up my dress.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
“Natalie,” he whispered, “you delicious, bad girl. No panties?”
“Surprise,” I moaned as his fingers found my soaking spot.
“God, you continue to fucking impress me, Natalie.”
“Good,” I groaned and moved my ass against his clearly hard cock. “I want you to be impressed.”
His fingers began to work my pussy and I tipped my chin back. His lips found mine, kissing me hard, as he continued to slowly work my soaked clit.
I reached behind me, finding his thick, hard cock. I began to stroke him slowly, feeling it on my back and my ass.
“Fuck, Nat,” he said. “You’re dripping wet. Your soaked little cunt is begging for it.”
“And you’re harder than I thought.”
He spun me around, pulling me against him. He kissed me hard as I continued to work his cock, stroking him long and slow. He pulled away and I stepped back, admiring his body. His cock was hard and firm in my hand, his muscular chest covered in tattoos. I could see the desire in his eyes, starving for me.
I reached up and spit into my palm and then began to work it into his cock. He groaned as I began to jerk him, his hands working at my breasts.
“Is this what you imagined?” I whispered to him.
“Do you want to feel what I imagined?”
“Yes. Please.”
He pushed me back and then grabbed my hips. He steered me toward a couch, tipping me back. I fell onto its soft cushions, laughing slightly.
He was on top of me in a second, his body pushing against mine, kissing me hard and rough.
I lost myself in his touch. Any thought of what we were doing was completely lost as I began to give myself over to him. His lips moved from mine and kissed my neck as I laced my fingers through his hair.
He moved farther down, kissing my exposed chest. His fingers and hands pressed my legs open and I gasped as he m
oved farther down.
“I’ve been dying to taste this pussy,” he said, kissing my inner thigh. “You know I’ve been thinking about this every day since we met?”
“I can’t get that night in the limo from my mind,” I admitted.
“I think this might help.”
I felt his lips kiss my clit ever so gently. Slowly, he began to lick and suck me, working my clit. Waves of pleasure built through my body.
I grabbed onto the pillows, trying not to moan too loudly. It was impossible though with the way he worked me. I felt his finger slide inside me, pressing deep into my pussy while his tongue and lips continued to work at my clit.
“Fuck you taste good,” he said, looking up at me. His fingers continued to slide in and out of me.
“This is not what I expected would happen,” I said honestly.
He smirked. “I think you’re lying to yourself, then.”
My witty retort was completely destroyed when his tongue began working my clit again.
He was absolutely ravenous the way he licked and sucked me. His hands fucked my pussy, pressing his fingers deep into me, sliding in and out of my soaked spot. I loved his naked body, the way he was still slightly damp from his shower. I tipped my head back, moaning loudly, beginning to completely lose myself.
His fingers pressed deeper and his tongue worked harder, licking and sucking. I began to move my hips, and I gasped as I felt him suck and lick. I reached down and grabbed his hair, feeling the pressure beginning to build.
“Come for me,” he said as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. “Come for me, Natalie. I want to see your face while you fucking come.”
“Keep going,” I gasped. “Keep doing that.”
His magic fingers kept pressing deep inside me. He went back to licking and sucking my clit, and I worked my hips, pressing his head harder against me.
Then I felt it begin to wash over me.
The orgasm started in my spine and rolled over my whole body.
“Oh shit, Lucas. Oh shit, oh shit,” I said, over and over.
“Come for me, Natalie.” He kept fucking me with his fingers. “Come on my mouth, come on.”
His tongue licked and sucked as I came hard and fast, the orgasm rolling through my body, sending twitches down along my skin.