Stepbrother Charming(44)

I head down the long corridor toward the back door, itching for a morning swim. It's a cool summer morning. I've started many mornings like it – mostly the ones when I don't wake up with some easy broad in my bed, ready to empty my balls before I send her on her merry way.

A long, cold swim will have to do. Sure, I could head down to Club Zing right now and find a few stragglers who'd fall to their knees and suck me off in minutes.

But they're not her, and they'll never fuck with my head the way Claire does. They'll never make my dick hammer half as hard as she does, turn me into an aching mess before I've even been inside her.

I'm outside and the big glass door clicks shut behind me. That's when I get the shock of my life.

Dad's sitting in a lounge chair next to the pool, something he never does. He's got a cigar in his mouth. When he sees me, he stops smoking, and gingerly flicks a few ashes onto the tile.#p#分页标题#e#

“What the fuck are you doing out here?” I growl, stepping close to the very private space he's intruding in. The pool's always been an extension of my territory in this house.

Shit, he barely spends any time in his own house at all. Maybe a little more since he moved in his trophy girl from Congress.

“Why is it so hard to just say 'hello,' Son?” Dad stands, stubs out his smoke, and stops with just a few feet between us. “I know you came home late last night, carrying your sister, Ty. Is the poor girl still alive?”

He's got a sarcastic curl in his lips. He knows damned well she is, and the venom in his voice makes me see red.

“How the fuck did you know?” It hits me, and I run a hand across my face. “Joan. God damn it. You said you'd stop pulling that shit after I turned eighteen – I'm not a fucking kid anymore, old man! You don't need to threaten her to spy on me.”

Dad doesn't flinch, even when I get up in his face. He's the only bastard on this planet who doesn't, probably because he can remember me when I was just some gawky kid a few inches shorter than him.

“And you assured me you wouldn't drag Mandy's daughter into your childish antics. She's a good kid. If she's come home too plastered to walk, then you're the reason, and I want to know why.”

Okay, Dad, I think. You want the truth?

My fuckface of a former manager at the club tried to force himself on her in the backroom after my roughest fight in months. I broke his fucking nose and drove her home, but not before I shoved my face in her virgin pussy 'til she came her brains out.

Hey, maybe we've got something in common after all, assuming your new wife's pussy tastes half as good as little Sis'.

Fuck. That's everything I want to say, but obviously I don't.

It's bad enough the asshole in front of me threatened our poor housekeeper. He's done it before when he wants to pump her about my latest fuck ups, holding her job security over her. Joan cleans early and late, just doing her job, but she sees a helluva lot. She deserves better.

“This is all on you, Tyler.” He narrows his eyes. “You know that, right? It's time for you to take responsibility, son. Our poor maid wouldn't need to have these unpleasant conversations with me if I didn't have to worry about what's happening in my own goddamned household.”

“That's just it – there's nothing for you to worry about. Claire's fine. She just had a late night out. I took care of everything. I stayed with her while she went to sleep. I know how to look after people, Dad, and I sure as shit don't need you to look after me.”

I'm about to storm out before this shit gets much more explosive. It was a big mistake coming out here. I'll get in my car and drive to beach, swim in the choppy fucking Pacific to blow off steam. And I've got a lot more circulating in my system now that I'm once again wrangling with this dick I'm ashamed to share blood with.

“When are you ever going to grow up, Ty? When?”

My back's turned, but I can feel him shaking his head behind me. Something about that shit causes me to freeze, spin around, and lock onto his icy stare.

“When are you gonna stop being such a selfish jackass? You don't give two shits about Claire's health or what I'm doing with my life. You're just afraid we're gonna do something dumb in front of the media and rock your little empire, or maybe derail wifey's Senate campaign. You don't need to keep pretending you give a fuck about anything besides money and prestige.”

He comes striding up fast, his cheeks flushing red hot. “Little empire? Little?”#p#分页标题#e#

Oh, fuck. I can feel the volcano preparing to blow.

“It's that little empire that gives you a standard of living ninety-nine percent of the people on this planet will never dream of, Tyler. It's everything I've built with my bare hands! Hell, I would've loved to go gallivanting around with women and muscle men in my twenties like you. You know what I was doing?”