Stepbrother Charming(12)

She's shaking her chestnut hair, blinking those big brown eyes to match, the same way I've seen her do like ten times by now. “I can't believe this.”

I step up and extend a hand, trying to give her a proper handshake. She slowly takes it and looks sick, but of course I'm not gonna let her off that easy.

“I know, babe. I can't believe we're never gonna fuck. Somebody's got a sick sense of humor to bring our parents together. That's for damned sure. Can you believe your new step-brother's a badass motherfucker, Sis?” I flex my muscles and rub myself against her.

She jumps back like I'm on fire. I can't help but laugh. Humor's all I've got to take the crazy fucking edge off – not that it helps much when I feel how hard her nipples are.

“Don't you dare call me that!” Claire purses her lips and wags a finger. “Jesus. Are you always so crude?”

I turn around and shrug, crossing the room for the Gatorade I left sitting by the window. “Maybe, if you're a fucking prude all the time. Shit, I was hoping you'd lighten up and come alive outside the club. Guess you carry that stick up your ass wherever you go, huh?”

Her eyeball twitches. The girl looks like she's gonna explode.

“You're...you're...” It's cute. She's really at a loss for words.

Go ahead and say it. Yeah, I'm a rat bastard, and I'm easily entertained too. I'm pushing her to her fucking limits and loving every second.

I stand behind the sofa, hiding the savage wood I've got popping in my shorts. It wants inside her like a battering ram. My dick's dumb – it can't comprehend there's a major taboo blocking us from getting down and dirty. Or maybe I'm the idiot for just now seeing a few more fireworks when I think about holding her down and slamming my cock as deep as it'll go.#p#分页标题#e#

Step-sis or not, there's no damned way I'm letting her see how much she turns me on. This attraction's just a game as long as she's in this house, and I'm the one in control.

“Well, spit it out. I'm what, babe? The biggest swinging dick who ever crashed into your life?”

Fuck it. I wanna set her off. I step past the couch sporting my massive boner, but she's too pissed to look below the waist.

“I was going to say the biggest piece of shit I've ever met.” The words come out like she's foaming at the mouth.

“Well, we're in the cesspool together now. Better get used to it,” I tell her. I've had my fun, and now it's time to diffuse the situation before she bolts the fuck outta here and never comes back. “Tell you what, Claire, you forget about the last two brushes we've had and I'll do the same overnight. I'll give Dad the cozy little family breakfast he wants tomorrow morning. You'll settle in and do the same.”

“I'm not listening to your suggestions,” she snaps. “I'll do whatever I want.”

I shrug long and hard. Not just to brush her the fuck off, but because it feels damned good after a heavy workout.

“Your funeral. I'm just trying to make the most of a shitty situation, and I'm not hearing any good ideas from you.”

“Shitty situation!?” She screams, balling her little fists at her sides, shaking them like rattlers. “Stay the hell away from me. I don't care what's going on between our parents, Ty. Let me make this loud and clear, right now – I'll never be family to you. I don't even want to your friend. We've spent all of half an hour together, and you're the last guy I ever want to deal with.”

“Cool.” She blinks in surprise as I take a long pull from the blue juice in my bottle. “No, really. You're bitchy. Direct. Honest. I like that. I'm not much for bullshit. I threw my cards on the table, and so did you. Now that we've got that shit outta the way, we can figure out how we're gonna live under the same roof without driving each other absolutely fucking loco.”

“Argh!” She punches the air one time with both her hands and turns.

She's had it with my shit, and I'm not real inclined to deal with her either. Seeing her flip her back and give me a nice view of that hot little ass as she stomps away feels a helluva lot better than more talk anyway.

I follow her, keeping my distance, watching as she stops by the main entrance and freezes. I wanna bust another gut, laugh in her perfect face, but I don't. I stand there and wait, feeling the sweat drying on my body.

With a heavy sigh, she spins, knowing I'm there. “Are you going to point the way to my room, or do I have to figure it out myself?”

I stick my thumb out. “Down one floor. You'll see a big door for the laundry room. That's where you wanna turn, and then go all the way around the corner to the next hall. You've got the one with the purple walls and the beach view, right next to mine.”