“I was talking about the pirates.”
“I figured. Don’t worry about that anymore.”
“What did you do?”
“Honestly, nothing, but you’ll be safe.”
“I wasn’t worried,” she said, sitting back.
“Now, is it time we talked about that other thing?”
“No, thanks. You’re just going to say a bunch of inappropriate stuff.”
“You’re just annoyed that I already got you soaking wet.”
“Hardly.”
“We both know it’s true. I bet you’d practically drip down onto my tongue.”
“Nate! Our parents are home.”
“So what? I’ll put my hand over your mouth while I fuck you from behind, make sure you’re quiet while I take that pussy.”
“I’m not sure that would work,” she muttered.
“Want to find out?”
She looked at me for a second. “Why is your mom such a bitch?” she asked, clearly trying to change the subject.
“That was a pretty harsh segue.”
“She was a hungover mess yesterday morning. Today, too.”
“Seems about right.”
“She was so normal at the beginning of the summer.”
“This is her pattern.” I sighed, not at all surprised we were having this conversation. “She gets comfortable with her new guy and starts to act like her normal alcoholic self.”
“I don’t like it.”
I snorted. “You’ll get used to it. Or not, and you’ll leave to join the fucking Navy because you’re a kid and you can’t handle being around your psychotic, self-destructive mother anymore.”
“That’s why you joined?”
“Nah. It was mostly for the dental plan.” I smirked at her and she laughed.
“What about your dad?” she asked.
“What about him?”
“You never bring him up.”
“Can’t say I know much about him.”
She looked frustrated. “Okay, how about you pretend like we’re having a conversation and try that again?”
I laughed. “Relax there, princess. My dad died when I was just a kid.”
“Was he like your mom?”
“An alcoholic? Yeah, so she says. He was a hard man with a hard life before he met my mom. I think that was what attracted her.”
“What happened?”
“Cancer, actually. Though the drinking wasn’t too far behind, according to my mother.”
“That seems hard.”
“Not really. I buried that demon a long time ago. I got new demons now.”
“Like, from the army?”
I looked at her for a second, not saying anything. She could be blunt, but also a little naïve at times.
“You can talk to me, you know,” she said.
“Not interested in having a cry fest with my stepsister, but thanks.”
“You don’t have to be a jerk about it. I was just saying, I can try and help if you ever want to talk about it. Or just listen.”
“There are ways you can help.”
“How?”
I leaned in close to her. “Wrap those perfect lips around my dick and suck slow and hard until I come in that pretty mouth.”
She blushed. “Not what I was thinking.”
“But a lot more fun. You can help me fuck the demons away any time.”
The image of Claire beneath me, her back arched, her tits perfect, her nipples erect, came back to me. I wanted to fuck her on the pool chair so bad it almost hurt. I could feel my cock grow rock hard, and I was sure she noticed it, too. Tough not to see it through the damn running shorts. She didn’t mention it, though, as I decided to get the fuck out of there before I did something stupid.
“Have a good day,” I said. “Don’t get too burnt.”
“Sure. Will do.”
I turned and walked away. I couldn’t let myself get sucked into her shit. She was already trying to be all maternal and crap, as if she could somehow help me deal with all the shit I’d seen. She didn’t know half of it and never would. The United States frowned on any SEAL that talked about classified mission info, to put it lightly.
I could already tell I was in a fucking pickle, to put it mildly. On the one hand, I wanted to fuck her raw and fast, sweat out all my aggression and anger, punish her pussy so hard that she screamed for more. But I knew I couldn’t do that, not when she was my stepsister, and not when she was so damn innocent. Yeah, that was part of why I wanted her to suck my cock, because I wanted to dirty her up, corrupt her. But I shouldn’t lead her down that path. Besides, I didn’t want her getting any more attached.
Still, attached or not, there was something going on with her family, something dangerous involving the Broken Hearts, whoever they were. I couldn’t let that issue fester, couldn’t let something bad happen to Claire.