“Umm who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my mom’s kitchen?” I yell, holding my robe tightly closed.
A smirk spreads across his face, his ridiculously handsome face, and he runs his hand through his hair. “This is your mom’s kitchen?”
“Look, I don’t know what the fuck you want, but I’m going to ask you nicely to get the fuck out of here before I call the cops,” I say, trying to sound tougher than I am.
He tosses his head back laughing and I’m beginning to think he’s crazy. A fucking crazy man is standing a few feet away from me and I’m going to die. He’s laughing about all the ways he’s going to torture me before he kills me and no one will know for at least two weeks.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he says.
Damn, I wish I would have had some mind blowing sex before I died. This is going to suck.
“Yeah, so I’m going to call the cops now,” I say as I slowly back away from him.
“Good, tell them Jim’s son is home,” he says with a laugh.
Jim’s son? What the fuck?
“You’re Jim’s son, Shawn?” I ask completely shocked. I’m sure it shows on my face, but damn they haven’t talked in years and now he’s standing in the kitchen.
“And you’re Jana, Susan’s daughter,” he comes back with, letting his eyes roam all over my body. “You always walk around like this in front of people?”
What a prick, hot as fuck, but still a prick.
He stands in front of me and I’m surrounded by his smell. It’s a mix of expensive cologne and scotch. His intense blue eyes lock onto mine, holding me in place.
“I guess I’m your stepbrother.”
Chapter Three
Shawn
Of course, the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on is my stepsister. I can tell she’s checking me out and not as her stepbrother, but as a guy she wants to rip off that silk robe. That thing is doing nothing to hide her hard nipples, which isn’t good for me right now. Since the idea of bending her over that stool, gathering that wet hair in my hands, and fucking her, keeps flashing in my head.
“What are you doing here? I mean, sorry, but Jim didn’t say anything about you coming,” she says, making me focus on her full lips.
“He didn’t say anything because he doesn’t know.” I cross my arms and look around. “Is he home?”
The doorbell rings and she rushes to answer it. I grab onto her arm and stop her from going any further. She yanks her arm out of my hold and pins me with a look that I assume is her attempting to look angry. Her green eyes bounce back and forth studying mine. “What the fuck are you doing?” she yells.
I shake my head pushing past her. “Why the fuck would you think it’s alright to answer the door wearing that? Go put some damn clothes on,” I bark at her.
She needs to cover up, because I’m not a man who likes to be tested. Right now she’s testing me whether she knows it or not.
“It’s my pizza you asshole,” she yells at my back.
Opening the door I pay for her pizza and bring it back to the kitchen, where she is still standing in that fucking robe.
“Seriously Jana, go put something on,” I say, tossing the pizza down on the granite-covered island.
“No, I just took a shower and I’m sure as hell not changing because you asked me to. I’m comfortable.” She pulls a plate out of the cabinet and that useless white material rides up exposing the rounded bottom of her ass.
Rushing behind her I pull the plate away and grab onto her shoulders, holding her gaze. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you. Go into your fucking bedroom and put some clothes on.” Breathing heavily from being completely turned on, I lean against her letting my lips brush against her ear. “Now,” I whisper.
Pulling back I run my hand through my hair as my eyes wander all over her. She’s breathing even more heavily than I am as she leans her slender body against the counter. It brings a smirk to my face knowing that I’m getting to her. Slowly, she pushes off the counter and quietly walks down the hallway to her room.
I grab a slice of pizza and take it to the couch with me. Looking around I’m impressed with what my dad did with this house. Growing up it sure as hell didn’t look like this. Especially after my mom died and it was just the two of us. I guess he’s doing pretty well for himself. He’s got the wife, the house and even a little girl. It’s a fucking dream I’m sure.
Jana comes out of the kitchen with her pizza, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and sits in the chair on the opposite side of the room. I grin as I finish off my food.
“What time is Jim expected home?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She shakes her head as she bites into her pizza. Who knew watching someone eat, who is fully clothed, could be a turn on.
“You’ll be waiting a while. They just left for Hawaii a few hours ago,” she says while she continues to watch TV.
Unreal. “For how long?”
She glances over and shakes her head. “What the hell does it matter? You need money or something?”
Anger boils up inside me as I bolt up off the couch. I cage her in and don’t even give a fuck she looks scared. “Let’s get something straight here. I don’t need shit from him, never have, never will. I sure as fuck don’t want or need his money, I make plenty of that on my own. Don’t assume you know me sweetheart, you don’t have a clue.”
I push off the chair and go into the kitchen. Jim has to have some good liquor in this dream home of his. I spot a cabinet and push it open. A bottle of Jack sits on the high shelf, and I marvel at its amber color. This will taste so good going down, and it does. Jana avoids all eye contact as I take my seat and kick my feet up on the coffee table.
“They won’t be home for two weeks,” Jana says, avoiding eye contact.
Damn, two weeks. He’s going to be pissed. I smirk as I sip my whiskey. Looking over at Jana, she focuses on the TV and I figure why not drink and get to know my stepsister.
“You live here?” I ask.
She turns her head and as soon as we make eye contact she looks down. “No, I don’t live here. I’m watching the house for them while they’re gone.”
“Just you?”
She sighs, twisting toward me. “Yes, just me. This is my vacation.”
I dip my eyebrows and look around the house. “Staying here is your vacation?”
“Not everyone makes fistfuls of money, Shawn. So, yeah staying here in this big house all by myself is my vacation.”
Well fuck that’s pathetic. Staying home is not a vacation. Going to an island, drinking, fucking, that is a vacation. I hold up the Jack and she smirks. “You want a drink on your vacation?”
She goes to get up, but I shake my head. Grabbing her a glass, I pour her drink and bring it out to her.
“Thanks,” she says, swirling the liquor around, and I watch a moment as the ice cubes clank against the glass.
I pour a bit more into mine and place the bottle on the coffee table. “What else did you have in mind for your vacation?”
She smiles and fuck, she’s even hotter when she doesn’t look like she wants to hurt me. “I’ve only got two days off work, but I intend on sleeping late, getting drunk and relaxing.”
“Alone?”
“Yep,” she says, sipping her drink.
“No boyfriend?” I ask.
She glances down, rubbing her finger along the edge of the glass. “Nosey bastard aren’t you?”
No boyfriend. “Just trying to get to know you,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
She rolls her bright green eyes and puts her glass down. “Not much to know. No, no boyfriend. I’m a nurse’s aide at Fuller’s Nursing Home. I live with my best friend. What about you?”
“No boyfriend for me either,” I joke.
She laughs and I can see her getting more comfortable with me. I’m not sure it’s a good thing considering my thoughts are leaning toward seeing her in her nurse’s uniform.
“Come on.
I just told you stuff, give me something,” she pleads, jutting her lip out and all.
“Fine. I’m moving back here and if you’re okay with it, I’d like to stay here until my place is ready,” I say. Maybe it’ll be more fun to stay here instead of the hotel down the road.
“As long as you don’t intrude on my vacation, I guess it’s alright.”
I get up and cage her in once again, but slowly this time. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, seductively, giving her a half grin. Standing up, I notice the flushed look on her face and I’d be willing to bet her pulse is racing.
I’m not sure it’s something I should entertain, but the fucking thought of her being my stepsister makes it all that much hotter. Giving a whole new meaning to the excitement of getting caught.
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By Luke Prescott
Wrecked
Copyright © 2017 Luke Prescott
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Prologue
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Too many shots of whiskey. My head’s all over the place. A long day, followed by a longer night.
Headlights blind me. A horn blares. Jerking the wheel, I spin to a stop.
The deafening sound of tires squealing, metal twisting, and glass smashing fill my ears. Then quiet. Suddenly, stone sober, my heavy breathing is the only sound.
What the hell did I do?
My heart pounds as I jump out and race over to the SUV wrapped around the stout trunk of an oak. Fear brings me to a stop. An arm dangles from the passenger door. The driver stares back at me, twisted and mangled against the airbag. Nothing can be done. No one is alive.
Blood. Smoke. Silence.
I’m not taking the blame for this. No way. I’ve got too much to lose.
Climbing back into the car, I do the only thing that makes sense. The only thing I can to protect myself. I flee.
I flee the wreckage, never looking back.
Chapter One
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Asher
Tightening the last bolt on the alternator, I lay the wrench down and pick up the already grease-filled rag to wipe my hands. It’s Friday, and I’m ready to get the hell out of this car shop.
Brett leans his burly ass on the Jeep Liberty I just replaced the alternator on. “You want to go have some fun tonight?” he asks. His black hair falls into his eyes, as he crosses his muscular tattooed arms.
Grinning, I turn my head. “If hitting the bar and finding some chicks is what you have in mind, then I'm game.”
“Exactly what I have in mind. You ready to get out of here?”
Wiping the sweat off my face with my shirt, I shake my head. “I need to wait until this chick comes to pick up her Jeep. I’ll meet you at the bar.”
Everyone, including Robert, my boss, leaves, while I’m stuck waiting on this woman, which pisses me off. I have Jack Daniels and pussy waiting for me. Running my hand through my hair, I go into the office and get her paperwork and keys ready. The faster I get her out of here, the faster my night can start.
“Hello?” a soft sultry voice calls.
Damn, finally. I make my way down the small hallway from the office and meet her in the garage. With everyone gone, the concrete walls echo with every step I take. She’s leaning on my red Snap-On tool box, which irritates me. No one touches my tools or my box, it’s a respect thing in the garage. None of us do it. I need her out of here.
“Hey, Miss…” I glance down at the paperwork to get her name, “Stevens. I replaced your alternator and battery, also topped off your fluids. You should have no problems now,” I say, handing her the paperwork.
“Stacey,” she corrects, dropping the papers on the hood, as she moves closer to me. Her brown eyes track over my navy mechanics shirt.
Lifting an eyebrow, I lean against the driver’s side door. “I’m sorry?”
“You don’t need to call me Miss Stevens. My name is Stacey.” A seductive smile pulls at her full lips.
My eyes run up and down her body, and I realize how fucking hot she is. If she bends over in those little black shorts, I’m sure her round ass will be on full display for me. Her full tits spill out of her low-cut pink tank top, and suddenly I’m not so pissed she waited to show up until everyone was gone.
“Alright, Stacey, I just need you to sign the paperwork since you already paid and we can both get on with our Friday night.”
Moving a few steps closer, she places her tiny hand on my arm. “Am I holding you up from something, Mr...” she trails off, smiling up at me.
“No mister, just Asher. And yeah, you are, Stacey. I’ve got a drink and some ladies waiting on me,” I say, grinning.
“I’m sorry to have held you up, Asher.” Slowly, her hand travels to my chest and works its way down. Slender fingers grip onto the waist of my jeans and she bites her lip looking up at me. “I can make it up to you.”
This isn't anything new. You'd be surprised how many women are ready to pull their panties down when they pick up their car. But her confidence makes her sexier, and I slightly tilt my head. “How exactly would you like to do that Stacey?”
Unbuttoning my jeans, she smiles at me. “I have an idea.”
My cock is already hard when she drops to her knees in front of me. Pulling down my zipper, she frees my cock and wraps her hand around it, slowly pumping. When she licks the tip, it takes all my willpower not to thrust my hips forward. Gripping her long blonde hair, I pull her head closer to my dick.
She wraps her lips around my cock and starts sucking like a damn pro. It feels so good, but the need to fuck her mouth is intense. Tightening my hold on her hair, I thrust my hips forward and son of a bitch, she just takes it.
Her fingers dig into my legs through my jeans, and she keeps moaning. It’s hot and I can’t help but let my eyes drift closed. She continues to suck me, taking me to the back of her throat each time. When she lets out a loud moan, I open my eyes, looking down at her on her knees before me.
Lifting my eyes, I almost stop when I see another chick standing there, watching. Not watching in disgust, watching like this is the hottest thing she’s ever seen. She's beautiful. Long legs accented by red heels, brown hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, and big eyes that take in each push and pull of my cock into Stacey’s mouth. I can’t look away from her captivating blue eyes. So, I fuck Stacey’s red lips, while fantasizing it’s the soft, pink lips of the girl standing by the door.
“Fuck, you like this, don’t you?” I ask blue eyes. Stacey moans thinking I’m talking to her.
Blue eyes doesn’t answer, doesn’t even nod, but she never pulls her eyes away. I’m willing to bet her panties are fucking soaked just from watching, and I don’t intend to disappoint. Pumping my hips, I fuck Stacey’s mouth like it’s blue eyes’ wet pussy. As if she knows, she lets out a soft moan, biting her lip after. I’m not going to last much longer. I can feel myself almost there.
“I’m going to come, and I want you to fucking take it all,” I grunt out.
Stacey moans once more, and that’s all it takes. I explode in her mouth, and she takes every dro
p I have to give. I don’t break my focus on blue eyes, even as I come down Stacey’s throat. When I’m done, she slowly pulls off my cock, and I momentarily look down at her. She’s smiling, and I give her a little half-grin.
“I hope that makes up for me being late,” she says, licking her lips.
When I look up, blue eyes is gone, and I wonder if she was ever really there. Smiling down at Stacey, I help her up. “That more than makes up for it.” I tuck myself away and button my jeans. “Here’s your keys and paperwork,” I say, grabbing it all off the hood. “If you have any more problems, make sure to give us a call,”
“Oh, right, okay,” she says, looking disappointed.
I'm sure she thinks I'm an asshole, but she can’t honestly think this was anything more than a blow job. Without a word, she climbs into her jeep. I watch her back out of the garage and take a second to look around for blue eyes.
No one is here, so she either left or was one hell of a fucking fantasy. Either way, I’m not about to think too much on it, I have a bottle of Jack waiting for me.
Chapter Two
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Payton
I readjust the thin straps on my red sundress and dab a bit of clear gloss on my lips. Don't want to overdo it on my first day. Working for my father should be easy. How hard is ordering parts? My heels click against the tile floor of my apartment to grab my purse, and then I head down to the shop.
I breathe in the fresh Long Island summer air and smile. My new home that I’ve lived in for about a month or so. This tiny New York town is perfect for me. After living on the west coast most of my life, it’s a long overdue change.
When I arrive at the shop, the smell of oil and sweat greets me. I glance around for the man I saw last night when I dropped my car off to be fixed. Not expecting to see that when I came to the shop. At all. Who does that? Wonder what my father would think to know his employees are busy getting favors from his clients. But, I’d never say a word. Nope my lips are sealed. To each his own.
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