And none of that was happening, which annoyed the fuck out of me.
I knew she wanted it. I knew all I needed to do was push her up against the wall and claim my prize, but for some reason she had the insane ability to always have someone around to keep me at bay. Sometimes it was our parents, sometimes it was the staff, and sometimes it was her insane best friend, Lydie. At night, she shut her door fast, and I could hear the lock click shut. I could easily break it down, or just pick it clean, but I wasn’t playing that shit.
Instead, I jerked off thinking about my stepsister’s nipples in my mouth, her slick pussy on my cock.
I could tell she was just as frustrated as I was. She was always looking at me whenever I took my shirt off to go for a run or for a swim. Every time I told her exactly how I’d eat that pussy until she forgot her own phone number, she’d turn bright red and I could practically smell her little cunt turning soaked.
I wasn’t the type of man to enjoy all that fucking teasing, though. Eventually I had to get what I wanted, and I knew I would. Especially considering how badly she wanted another taste.
On the third day, I woke up later than usual and found her sitting out by the pool already. She loved to wear her sexiest bikinis, and holy fuck did her body look incredible in them. I wanted to shove my face between those creamy thighs and lap her up right there, maybe grab her full tits while she writhed and moaned for me. I knew she was doing it just to mess with me, because it seemed like all her bathing suit tops went down a full size overnight.
She was on the phone as I walked out and sat down in the chair beside her.
“Okay, that’d be great. Yeah, me too, Lydie.” She gave me a scowl. “By the way, you don’t care if my stepbrother comes, too? My dad wants me to take him out. Okay, cool. See you tonight.”
She hung up the phone and I smiled sweetly at her.
“Good morning, darling stepsister.”
“Good morning. Excited for another day of following me around like a loser?”
“We both know a loser couldn’t make your pussy dripping wet with just a smile.”
“Who said you can do that?”
“Your pussy when my fingers find it. You can’t hide physical attraction.”
“Maybe, but I can show disgust by calling you a loser all the time.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Just trying to keep that sweet cunt safe, dear sister.”
“Stop calling me sister.”
“What did Lydie want?”
She smiled wickedly at me. “We’re going to a club tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh are we?”
“Yes, we are.”
“No. Not a good idea.”
She looked taken aback. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m in charge of your safety now. A club is pretty much the worst place I could take you.”
“I don’t care. You’ll figure it out. I’m sick of being stuck here.”
“Not my problem, princess.”
She pouted. “Big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of a little night club?”
I clenched my jaw. She clearly knew where to hit me. “You know I’m not.”
“And yet you look like you’re about to wet yourself thinking about going to a club tonight.”
I leaned toward her, stifling an angry growl in my throat. “Watch yourself, sis.”
“No, you watch me. That’s your job. And I’m going to a club tonight.”
I reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her face within inches of my own. She gasped, her mouth parting, and I could practically sense her elevated pulse. I could tell I was losing control, about to shove my tongue down her throat, but I held myself back. “Be careful, sis. You forget that I’m dangerous.”
“Not dangerous enough, apparently,” she said.
Our lips were inches away. I held her hair firmly in my hand, remembering how the last time I pulled it, she screamed out for more.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“Show me. Tonight at the club.”
I tightened my grip for a moment, wanting badly to shove her face down against my rock-hard cock, slip my dick into her throat. I could tell she was loving it. The little grin on her face and the way she leaned into me all proved that she wanted it. I was seconds away from giving in to what we both needed and kissing her and fucking her right there by the water.
“What are you two up to?”
I gently released my grip and turned around. Lucille was standing near the sliding door, her arms crossed.
“I had something in my eye,” Claire called out quickly. “Nate got it for me.”
I nodded my agreement, keeping a straight face.
Lucille looked at us for another second. “Your father wants you both to know that he’s going into the city for a few days.”