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Stepbrother Unsealed(30)

By:Nicole Snow


Shit, she's so feisty, even though she can't move me a single inch, pushing with all her might. I want to pick her up and fling her around, discover some new acrobatics I can do with her mounted on all ten inches of me.

“Don't do this crap again, Chris,” she whines, genuine sadness filling her eyes. “I can't mess around and get shot down again. We're here as brother and sister, right?”

Not exactly. But she doesn't need to know that now.

I smile, push my hand into hers, and give her a gentle tug. “Whatever, babe. Let's go have some fun.”

I grab her hand and lead her out. It's a damned good thing I've had plenty of practice with tactical driving. I navigate the Vegas traffic, heading for the casino.

My dick doesn't give a single shit about my brain catching up. As far as that fire in my trousers is concerned, I'm on a mission to fuck my own stepsister, and I'm coming closer to making peace with it by the second.

I watch her walk a little ahead of me. She's unsteady on those short heels, and it makes her ass bob. My balls ache to unload inside her, screaming in my head, hounding me to let go of all my reason and spread her legs wide open behind her head.

I know right there I'm a goner. It's Vegas, and I'm here to sin.

I don't give a shit who Delia is anymore, or what kinda mark I'm going to leave on her. I have to protect her. I have to know her. And yeah, I absolutely, positively have to own every virgin inch of her.

We pop in and out of casinos and attractions, walking along the strip. Even I've forgotten just how lively Vegas can be. The telltale signs of a few thugs and biker brutes lingering in the shadows reminds me the place can get lively in other ways at night.

I can't keep my hands off her, and it's not just the hellfire scorching my veins that's doing it. I want to keep her close. Protect her, especially while she's stepping up her drinks at every place we hit.

By sundown, Delia's so drunk I have to pull her steady as we maneuver along, heading into the next casino. There's a new VIP section in this place with high stakes blackjack. I'm here to have some fun too, and I make a beeline for the table, jerking her along.#p#分页标题#e#

“Oh my god, Chris, you have to let me play. I've always wanted to try cards.”

I grunt. “Not 'til you've burned some of that venom out of your system, babe. You'll be throwing away money piss drunk. Just watch me and look sexy. Pretend you're my date for moral support and eye candy.”

She hasn't gotten pissy about my not-so-subtle hints since we left the hotel room. I'm sure it's the booze, and that puts me on edge.

I don't want her laughing and clinging to me because she's fucking drunk. I want her sober, hungry for every inch of me, ready to rip off her clothes and open her legs.

She's warm and clammy when I hold her hand. Drunk or not, she looks fucking hot in the dark black cocktail dress she's chosen. I take a bench at the nearest high stakes table, thinking it's a damned good thing I've been pacing myself with drinks.

Delia's distraction enough, and staring at her too long makes my dick feel like it's about to explode.

I pull some cash out of my wallet and exchange them for chips. Two thousand dollars.

There's one other guy playing at the table with the dealer, an older Asian guy in a suit. Delia watches excitedly next to me.

The first few hands are rotten. I'm down a couple hundred before I start to get pissed and focused. The SEAL instinct takes over, and I eye every card, remembering the card counting my old buddy Joe taught us on lazy nights at the barracks.

The guy in the suit loses big. I'm up, down, and even, but the trend starts to flip, and I'm ready to go all in.

“Come onnnn, big brother. You can do better than this,” Delia purrs. “Show them what you've got. Bet big. All or nothing. We'll drown ourselves in beer or hit the fanciest place in town tonight.”

It's a ridiculous idea. I'm not made of money like her father. I've always been responsible as hell growing up under my mom's slow motion self-destruct sequence.

I can't stand a challenge, though, especially when it's coming from my playful and dangerously fuckable stepsis. I look at the dealer and split my hands, pushing big bets on all of them.

The Asian man starts to sweat. He stares at me like I've lost my mind, and ups his own bet, while the dealer manages a friendly smile.

The first cards are aces, one in each hand. Fucking great. I take a quick survey and tap the table for another hit, never falling for the wishful thinking that Lady Luck might actually give a damn about me tonight.

Five more seconds. The dealer finishes up, ends with a queen and a seven. It's too good to be true.

The Asian guy goes bust, and the dealer comes up short.

I'm staring at a king and an ace in both hands. Perfect twenty-one.