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.
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 nothing 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.