by B. B. Hamel
“This stuff is clean.”
“You could have worn some nice khakis, maybe that shirt I got you for Christmas last year.”
That shirt was incinerated somewhere in Iraq. My squad had laughed for days over it.
“Maybe,” I grunted at her.
“Listen,” she said, slowing down. “There’s one more thing. I’d really like it, and so would Jonathan, if you stayed with us while you’re in town.”
I stared at her for a second. The last thing in the entire world that I wanted was to stay with her and her new husband, no matter how nice his beach property was. I had no interest in being a part of their weird life any more than I had to be. I didn’t want to be the stain that embarrassed them, when really they were naïve rich people that didn’t know how the world really worked. I was more than fine at my motel.
“No, thanks,” I said. “I have a place.”
“That motel? Please, honey. Stay here. It’s so much nicer and you’ll really love it. Plus, Jonathan wants to get to know you. He wants us to be a family.”
“Family,” I grunted, shaking my head.
“Please, honey? It would make me so happy. And Jonathan, too.”
“No way.”
She frowned but didn’t say anything more.
We parked in front of the place and climbed out. Mom smiled hugely and gestured.
“Here we are! You’ll see it’s really beautiful and modern inside, plenty of space for you if you change your mind.”
I rolled my eyes as I followed her up the front steps. She paused at the door and looked at me seriously.
“Please, Nathan,” she hissed. “Don’t embarrass me.”
Before I could say anything, she pulled open the door, the fake smile back on her face.
“Jonathan, dear?” she yelled out, moving into the house.
I clenched my jaw and balled my fists. I wanted to get the fuck out of there, find some bar, and get shitfaced wasted. Or maybe go for another run until I couldn’t feel my lungs anymore. But I knew that was delaying the inevitable. And if there was one thing I learned in training, it was how to do things I didn’t fucking want to do.
I followed her into the hall, the sound of her heels clacking on the hardwood floor and echoing off the high ceilings. The place was the epitome of rich modernity, all clean, smooth lines and simple colors. There was nothing gaudy or anything that really screamed wealth, but that made it all that much richer. Jonathan was clearly the kind of man that signaled his money through quality and not through show.
I followed my mother into the kitchen, where we found Jonathan Forester eating a sandwich and reading the paper. Mom walked up to him and they kissed chastely, and then he turned his gaze on me.
I didn’t know much about Jonathan Forester, except for what was in the press. He owned a lot of real estate and restaurants and clubs and made his money banking. He was one of the richest men in the country, and why he was with my washed-up, ex-model mother, I had no clue.
“You must be Nathan,” he said, standing.
“Nate. Good to meet you.”
We shook hands. His grip wasn’t as weak as I expected. We were about the same height, though I had at least twenty pounds of muscle on him. Still, he was in decent shape for a civilian, with deep brown eyes and a full head of salt-and-pepper hair. I instantly understood what Lucille saw in him.
“I’ve heard a lot about you from your mother.”
“Lucille can embellish some.”
“She tells me you’re in the military?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. With the Navy.”
He looked at me conspiratorially. “She mentioned something about the SEALs.”
“I don’t know anything about that.”
“Come on. You can tell me.”
“National security, sir. Secrecy is part of the job.”
He nodded, smiling. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. We’re family now.”
“Looks that way.”
“Will you be staying with us?”
“I don’t think so, sir.”
I hated calling him “sir,” but I knew the military manners would impress him, and it would probably keep Lucille off my back for the day. As skeptical as I was about the guy, I knew that having him on my good side could be beneficial. Lucille would likely leave me alone much more if she knew her precious rich husband liked me.
“We have plenty of space if you change your mind.”
“Well,” Lucille cut in, “why don’t we find Claire?”
“Good idea. Claire?” Jonathan yelled out.
I moved to the side as Jonathan walked down the hall, calling her name. Finally, he returned, smiling. A minute later, she walked in through the door.
I couldn’t stop the huge grin from breaking out across my face.
It was her.
It really was the girl from the night before, the girl with the white-hot pussy, the perfect round tits, and the amazing ass that went for miles. It was my mystery girl, the one I couldn’t stop thinking about.
And the look on her face was priceless. She was shocked, beyond shocked. I gave her a quick little wink, which only made her face contort even more. I wanted to laugh out loud, and suddenly things seemed like they were looking up for me.
“Is everything okay, honey?” her dad asked.
Suddenly, she gathered herself together. “Of course. Hi, I’m Claire,” she said, extending her hand.
I took it, looking her right in the eye. “Hi, Claire. I’m Nate. I guess I’m your big brother now.”
Jonathan laughed, and the look of horror that flashed over her expression was totally priceless. I held her hand for half a second too long before letting it go. She walked over to the island and sat down, slowly composing herself. I could read every emotion that flickered across her face due to the hours of interrogation training I had gone through. I knew pretty much what she was thinking, and it was simple: she wanted to fuck me, and badly, but she was afraid.
“Claire is a budding star in her premed program at NYU. She wants to be a surgeon. Right, sweetie?”
“Sure, Dad,” she mumbled.
“Oh, I’m sure she’s beyond budding, sir. Full on flower, I bet.” I grinned at her and she turned red.
Her dad laughed loudly. “So true. She’s about to graduate. I’m sure she’ll get into a top medical school.”
“No doubt in my mind, sir.”
Mom was looking between the three of us, smiling her face off, probably in full-on ecstasy. For once, her rough and gruff, embarrassing son wasn’t totally fucking things up. I was sure she loved it.
Little did she know, though, that my new stepsister had had her legs wrapped around my cock the night before. My fingers had been deep into her soaked pussy, and I had watched her come in an alley. Behind a club her dad owned, I realized.
That dirty girl. She was picking up strange men at daddy’s club and letting them finger fuck her until the heat was too much to bear. Although, I had gotten a distinct prude vibe from her originally, like she didn’t know what to do with a real man’s dick. But as soon as she started kissing me, and my hands touched her eager body, she was all freak.
Looking at her sitting at the island, her face bright red and visibly struggling to stay composed, I never would have guessed what she had hidden underneath. I’d only gotten to scratch at the surface of all the filthy shit I wanted to do with her incredible body, and now it was even better.
I couldn’t pass up this chance. It was too fucking perfect, like the universe was giving me a present. Maybe this was its way of making it up to me for sticking me in that hospital for all those weeks.
“You know, sir,” I said, addressing her dad, “maybe it would be a good idea for me to stay here. You know, get to know the new family.”
He nodded, beaming. “I’m very glad you think so. Claire, how about you get the guest room on the third floor ready?”
“Dad,” she sputtered, “I’m staying on the third floor.”
/> “I know that,” he said sternly. “He’s your stepbrother. It’d be good for you two to get to know each other better.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, grinning at her.
She glanced at me and seemed to have an internal battle with herself. After a second, she nodded and smiled, pulling herself together.
“Okay, Dad, you’re right. It’ll be fun.”
“Great! Why don’t you show him around, too. We can all meet for lunch later out by the pool. I’m sure I’ll be hungry again soon.”
“Splendid idea, darling,” Lucille said.
“Lead the way,” I said to Claire.
She stood up. I couldn’t help but stare at her full, delicious breasts pressing against the constraints of her simple white blouse. I wanted to pop each button off with my teeth, one by one, until her pink, perky nipples were between my lips. I could only imagine how loud I could make her scream as my cock plunged between those milky thighs, her tits in my mouth.
“Come on,” she said, walking out of the kitchen.
I sauntered after her, enjoying the way her ass moved in her short pleated skirt. She looked like she was about to go to a tennis match, and it only made me that much harder. Holy fuck, she was almost a cliché, rich good girl, and it drove me fucking insane knowing how dirty she was underneath it all.
We started walking up the stairs, and about halfway to the landing she stopped and whirled on me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed at me.
I gave her an innocent smile. “What’s wrong, sis?”
“Don’t call me that. You’re staying here now?”
“Your dad offered.”
“My dad doesn’t know about . . . about . . .”
“About the mind-blowing orgasm I gave you?”
“Shut up!”
I moved a step closer. “About the hot little pussy you have? About how easy it was to get you off with just my hands?”
“Enough,” she hissed, skin bright red. I couldn’t help but notice how fast she was breathing, though. “I get it. That all happened. But there will be no repeat performance.”
She whirled around and continued up the stairs. I watched her walk, grinning ear to ear.
I had been dreading seeing my mother and her new man. I assumed his daughter would be an annoying little priss like most spoiled rich girls were. But Claire was something else. Oh she was definitely a prissy rich girl, but I could see something more in her.
Frankly, I wanted to be the more in her, but that could wait.
I wanted to get to her again. And I knew I would. I could practically see her heart beating in her chest as I moved up the steps and followed her up to the third floor.
There were only three doors up there.
“This is the bathroom,” she said, pointing at the last door in the hall. “I’m the next door, and you’re this one.” She opened the door to my room.
Inside, it was the nicest spot I’d ever stayed in, and that was saying a lot. Granted, I would be fine with a tent out in the backyard, but I sure as shit wasn’t complaining. Inside, the bed was huge and comfortable, with a dresser and a desk, plus a nice little TV. There was even a balcony overlooking the beach.
“That yours?” I asked her, motioning to the balcony next to mine.
“Yes. My room is off limits.”
She turned to leave and I grabbed her wrist suddenly, yanking her toward me. She stumbled and ran directly into my chest, her hair spilling all around her.
“You sure it’s off limits?” I whispered.
“Nathan,” she warned.
“I’m only reminding you again about how loudly I made you moan.” I paused to let that sink in. “Imagine what I could do with my mouth. I’d nibble on that little clit until you screamed, and only let you come when you’re begging for it.”
She took a few deep breaths, her body pressed close against mine. I felt the fullness of her tits pressed up against me, and I resisted the urge to lift her skirt up and slap her full ass.
“No, thanks, big brother,” she said, pushing me away.
“Offer stands.”
She glanced down at my crotch, noticing the bulge pressing against my jeans. “Down boy,” she said, and left the room, closing the door behind her.
I sat down on the bed, grinning ear to ear.
What a fucking tease. A lesser man would have been pissed, angry that she was pulling me around, but I could see through her bullshit. I wasn’t going to play any games with her, even if she wanted me to. She’d be mine, sooner or later, no matter what she thought now.
I knew it, because I knew I could give her the best fucking night of her life. Who cared if we were stepsiblings? It hadn’t mattered when my fingers were plunged in that sweet little cunt of hers the night before, and it sure as fuck didn’t matter now.
I leaned back, willing my erection to calm itself, and wondered what else the summer had in store for me.
3
Claire
That asshole.
That arrogant asshole.
What did I do to deserve this? What horrible crime did I commit that the universe wanted to punish me? Why, why did I have such bad, rotten luck?
As soon as I was back in my room, I sat down on my bed and started to collect myself. I was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, way more excited than I should have been. His arms were strong and he smelled so damn good, plus his muscles were tight and ripped. He handled me like I was nothing, and those dirty things he said were driving me insane.
But he’s my stepbrother, I had to remind myself.
My stepbrother got me off out behind a club my dad owned. I was so embarrassed and mortified, and yet my panties were already soaked through to the point where I needed to change them. All from his voice.
Fortunately, nobody knew the truth. And he wasn’t stupid enough to tell our parents about it or anything.
And then it hit me. Lydie knew, or at least she had seen him. She’d meet him officially, sooner or later. Fortunately, she had left early that morning to go back to her own parents’ place, looking like she was about to actually die.
Panicking, I shot her a text.
Yo drunk slut, you alive?
I am never drinking again, came the fast reply.
How much do you remember from last night?
I remember puking if that’s what you mean. In the toilet and in your bushes.
Do you remember the guy?
Oh my God. I totally forgot! That beefcake! He carried me from the bathroom! I am so fucking mortified!!!
Haha calm down, it wasn’t that bad.
Who was that hunk, anyway?
I debated with myself what I wanted to tell her. She saw me with him but didn’t know the salacious details. In the end, I decided to be honest but to leave out the naughty bits.
That was my new stepbrother, Nathan.
Holy shit, really? Damn girl. When can I come over and fuck him, I mean meet him?
Never. You are banned from here.
Pleaseeee. You’d be so bored without me. And you can’t keep me from that hot piece of delicious meat even if you tried.
I frowned, surprised by my reaction. For some reason, I was annoyed she was already pushing to get at Nathan. She didn’t even know him, and barely remembered him. She had puked in front of him, and already she was trying to hoe herself out?
Anyway, glad you’re alive.
Yeah girl, who isn’t? Look, seriously, thanks for taking care of me. You’re the fucking best bitch I could ever love forever.
I smiled to myself, shaking my head. Yeah you too, idiot.
I tossed my phone aside and took a deep breath, lying back on my bed. That was done with, and she was none the wiser. She probably assumed we had met up at the club. She didn’t need to know that he had given me the best orgasm of my life out in that alley, my beast of a stepbrother, only minutes before finding her. I’d never been with a man so hungry for me before. There was nothin
g timid or weak or uncertain about him; he simply took me when he wanted me. He was so confident in his abilities, and for good reason. I couldn’t believe how overwhelmed with desire I had been, and how quickly I had come.
As I daydreamed, I must have fallen asleep, because one second I was imagining Nate’s hands firmly grabbing my ass, sending fire through my core, and the next someone was pounding on my door.
“What?” I yelled out.
“Family time,” his gruff voice came back.
I got up, fixing myself in the mirror real fast, and opened the door.
“Family time?”
“Yeah. Parents are summoning us for lunch.”
“Why are you still here?”
He smirked at me. “I’m staying here this summer, remember?”
“Come on, Nathan. We both know you’re not the type to lounge around in luxury.”
“You don’t know shit about me, girl. This mansion might be exactly what I like.”
I frowned. He was right, I didn’t know anything about him, but still. He looked completely out of place and ill at ease in the rich splendor that was my dad’s beach house. Frankly, I liked that about him. I was tired of all the rich idiots that my dad was constantly bringing around. All they were interested in were my daddy’s stock options and investment firms.
All Nathan was interested in was giving me leg-shaking orgasms.
“Okay, fine. Let’s at least be civil at this lunch.”
He stepped closer to me, practically inches away from my lips. “I’m always civil.”
“Yeah, right. You’re more like a wild animal.”
“I think I like that. I think you like it, too.”
“No, thanks. I don’t want to get dirty.”
I slipped passed him and he laughed, following me down the steps. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my ass, a second asshole built from his intense lust, but I just ignored it.
Downstairs, I found Dad and Lucille sitting out on the veranda while the kitchen staff served plates of food. I took a seat across from my dad, and Nate obnoxiously sat right next to me.
“We thought you kids weren’t coming,” Dad said.
“Sorry about that, sir. Had to wake this lazy bones up,” Nate replied, giving him a knowing smile.