by Nicole Snow
Marnie and her new boy toy join us for drinks. I honestly can't tell if it's the big, tanned bodybuilder from the beach or someone else. The type of men she goes for are always tall, burned, and dumb as rocks.
“How's the big project coming, Delia? Did that jackass, Thosser, get off your ass?” She flashes me a perfect white smile. I watch big boy glance down at the thong she's probably got sticking out behind her for emphasis.
Ass is right.
Not that I have much room for judgment. Chris listens in silently, one hand on my thigh underneath the table, dangerously close to telling my best friend I'm not just being lame for bringing my stepbrother along because I can't find a real date.
“It's slow going,” I say with a sigh. “Finally got my thesis out. Now I'm working on the intro and the outline. Tentative title? Conquering Fear: A SEAL's Journey Back to Civilian Life.”
She claps her hands and laughs. “Love it, girl. It's pompous and flashy, just the way he likes. Hey, Erik, why don't you go bring us some more, hmm?”
She passes the boy toy her empty glass, smiling like a shark. He shrugs and gladly does as he's ordered. I'm not sure if it's just Marnie's overbearing style, or if she has a real knack for bringing these big boys to their knees.
“You must be helping my bestie with all this, Mister SEAL,” she says, folding her hands neatly under her chin. “How hard is it to come home and stop all the killing? Do you ever get a break, like, for real?”
“Marnie!” I gasp, giving her a soft kick underneath the table. I'm not exactly thrilled with the way she's eyeing my man either, looking at him like he's her next conquest.
Chris takes a long pull of his beer before he answers. “About as hard as it is to keep your eyes off me while your boyfriend's sitting right next to you.”
Her eyes blow up and she coughs. I throw a hand over my mouth. I'm shocked, but I'm really suppressing a laugh, stunned because no one has ever put her in her place like this.
“You're a very bold man, aren't you?” she asks, toying with the straw in her water. “I like that. Delia's a very lucky girl...to have you as her brother, I mean.”
Marnie's shooting me a sharp glance like she knows. Shit.
Clearing my throat, I sip on my own margarita and try to deflect. We just need a few more seconds before the boy toy returns with more booze to shut her up.
“Yeah, she is.” Chris beats me to the punch. “I take care of family.”
“It's sweet two people can become so close when their parents hook up at an older age,” Marnie says, just as the walking orange returns with a fresh drink for her. “Help her out of her shell, Chris. Lord knows I've tried to get her mingling with the boys. If she's still a virgin by the time she gets her cap and gown, I swear, I'll –“
I put my hand over Chris' and lean forward, narrowing my eyes. “Marnie, we don't need to get into this. Not with these guys here. FYI, I'm working on it.”
I watch pink, sugary liquor go down her lips, a little too rapidly. She's already tipsy, and that means she's going to get on edge too. Normally, I'd be careful what I'm telling her, but I'm sick of her crap, being pushed around like she's some kind of alpha bitch.
“Yeah? Well, I wouldn't know. It seems you've been busy with other things for half the summer. What are you now, Delia?” She cocks her head. “Too good to invite us down to the beach again? Last year, we had about ten parties under our belt by now.”
“Dad's been using the land for his own stuff,” I lie, desperate to cover up the fact that I've been caught in my stepbrother's whirlwind, nearly sold into white slavery, and addicted to Chris' cock. “It's mid-summer now. Maybe we do need a bash.”
“Agreed!” That perks her up, and she pulls on boy toy's arm, who gives her a silent, dopy smile. “How about a house party too? Your folks are still going out of town a lot, yeah?”
I hesitate. Dad's only allowed me to use the house a few times. He's generous that way, but he wants it left spotless. Last time, I had to race to clean up burned out joints, beer bottles, and even a few used condoms tucked underneath the furniture.
I wouldn't dare leave my garbage there for the servants either. They think I'm such a good girl, even though they've seen sides of me that aren't.
“I'll have to check in and find out his schedule. I think he said something about a big conference in Atlanta next week. Only thing is, I'm not sure if Evie's going to be tagging along. She's been going through some crap lately.”
“Forget about her. She'll be too whacked out of her mind to know what the fuck's going on if you do decide to host.” Chris waves a decisive hand through the air. “I've got something coming up too. I'd love to have some fun before I have to go overseas and shoot people.”
Marnie laughs. The bodybuilder chuckles across the table too, then drains his drink and smiles. “Yeah, me three...or is that me four? I've lost count.”
“Then it's settled! Check in next week, Delia, and let us know what's up. See if we can use that awesome pool. I've got a new bikini I'm going to be trying either way.”
She's looking at Chris again when she says it, and I slide my hand to his thigh, stopping just next to his cock. Don't even think about it, SEAL.
I smile sweetly at her, and then look at the man next to me. My heart relaxes when I see him staring right back, his green eyes as intense as ever, swirling with lust, none of it directed across the table.
That's when I know I've landed myself a bad boy. If only I can keep him without destroying every other thread of my life.
Later, we're walking along dad's private beach, the same place where I first saw him clamber ashore. The bar is empty when there's nothing going on, but I instantly remember how my body tingled the first time he dragged me back there, pushed me against the wall, taking what was destined to be his.
I hope. I don't want this to end. As much as I know it has to, I'm going to fight it tooth and nail.
“Just a little bit further, baby. Take my hand.” He guides me up the hill. It's uneven ground, but it's perfect time to catch the summer sun over the Pacific, and the short, rugged journey is worth it.
We pick a spot and sit together. It's as picturesque as it is cliche, my head tucked into his shoulder, watching the hot July sun slip below the horizon, shimmering off the sea.
“What are we going to do, Chris?”
“Party our asses off. Your old man really does have a helluva spot for it. Hope your friend keeps the guest list light so we can still find some place to fuck, though.”
“Idiot!” I laugh and punch him in the arm, shaking my head. “I'm talking about us. We can barely hide it in front of Marnie, much less mom and dad. They're going to find out.”
“So let 'em. We're not doing anything illegal, babe. I've come to terms with how fucking bad I want this.” Growling, he grabs my thigh, and pushes his hand right up my skirt, tugging at my panties. I gasp, and it's a struggle to keep listening to what he's saying. “I'm not letting go, Delia. Never. I don't care if I have to keep calling you sis every time we're fucking. I'll call you Cleopatra if it gets you shaking and whimpering under me.”
He moves in for a kiss. His mouth covers mine just as his fingers find my pussy, pushing their way inside, making me flush when he sees how wet I am.
He thumbs my clit until I'm laying down on the sandy bluff, legs open, perfectly positioned for him to push my skirt up and shove his face between my legs. Which, of course, he does about five seconds later.
I can't hold back my moans out here. If anyone looks out at just the right angle from our house, they'll see us tangled on this rock.
But once he starts, there's no stopping, and this proves it. He wants me. Deeper than just another fuck. I run my nails through his short hair, feeling his powerful neck, running them down, down, down into my pleasure.
His tongue quickens across my clit. I tense up, push my hips into his mouth, coming to the steady clap of the ocean against the calm shore.
He pins me down by the thighs
when I cry out. There's no escaping this mad desire between us, just like there's no more hiding what's in my heart, this fuzzy, blind love that won't listen to reason or taboos.
I want him. I need him. And as long as he's with me, I'm ready for anything, even my father suffering a nervous breakdown when he finds out his only daughter is head-over-heels in love with her own fucking stepbrother.
Or should I say getting fucked heels-over-head?
When I finally come down from my high, he's got his belt off, and his pants are down. He sinks into me with a growl, pushing my legs up to my chest. Thank god the workout getting up here loosened me.
“Fuck me, Chris. Just like we're meant to be. I need to feel every inch of you.” I reach up and run my hand across his face, staring into his jade green eyes.
He bares his teeth, and thunder comes out as he comes in for a kiss, dragging his cock back to the tip before slamming it into me again. His balls clap my ass. They're warm and puckered, making me think about how he's going to flood my pussy all over again.
Oh, God.
“I'll fuck you like you're mine, babe, because you always were.” He deepens his thrust, picking up speed, making that delicious friction across my clit with his pubic bone. I whimper and melt into the motion, too lost for words, wondering if it'll always be like this.
“You were built for my dick, and mine only, Delia. I can't believe you're still doubting this shit.” He moves his hips like he's angry, and there's a wildness in his voice. “You think we're gonna get screwed over? Derailed? Torn apart?”
“No,” I whimper, but it's not convincing enough.
I do have doubts. Dealing with the stepbrother and the SEAL part scares me. I never imagined becoming a military man's girl, much less shacking up with my own stepbrother. What the hell am I supposed to do when he's away on leave? I'd better get a mold of his cock or something.
“Say it like you mean it,” he snarls, fisting my hair and fucking me harder.
His hips crash into me like the angry Pacific, rattling my whole body with his energy, his need to dominate, to control, to possess. I don't know whether to slap him across the face or orgasm on impact.
“Never, Chris. We're solid. We're lovers. We're –“
“No, no, no, no.” It comes out like a mantra, perfectly timed to his next four thrusts, body shaking strokes that leave my clit humming and breasts flopping. “We're meant to be, baby. I don't give a shit if it's crazy. I've never fucked anyone like you. Never wanted to spend time outside bed with a woman 'til you got your little nails in me. I'm never letting go of this, and if anybody wants to pull you away, I'll fucking kill them.”
Holy shit! His cock sinks deep, and he holds it there, then pulls back and begins power fucking me in quicker, shallower strokes.
There's no holding back. He jerks my hair tight, pulling my lips to his, swallowing the pleasure that comes screaming out of me when my pussy clenches a second later.
Soon, I'm not the only one screaming. Chris buries his length to the hilt and explodes, pouring his essence into me, pumping so much come into me I wonder if my pill will even protect us. In the moment, it's not such a sick thought. I'm thrilled by him knocking me up, taking full possession, owning me the same way he means with his words.
I know, I'm crazy. I know I'll feel something different once the spell is over, but maybe someday, we could have kids together. Maybe I could call him my husband. Maybe the whole world won't wag its finger at us for kissing, passion, making love...
We come together, locked like animals, thrashing in the stray sand that's blown up from the beach on this high cliff. I'm grateful for his strong arms holding me down, or else I might roll right off it. It's not the widest space, but it's the most amazing place we've ever done this.
Or maybe it's just his body digging into mine, filling me completely. I come so hard, I see stars in the rolling, red blackness my eyelids have become. There's a current flowing through both our bodies.
I've never been into supernatural crap, but it's almost mystical.
His kisses soften as our bodies stop convulsing. His cock tips into me, forcing out a few last strokes of pleasure, the last of his seed. I can already feel it running down my ass, onto the ground below us like some kind of ancient mating ritual.
“I love you,” I moan, when he finally lets me come up for air. Why is it still so hard to say it?
“You'd better. Whatever shit you're gonna say about me in your college paper's gotta be flattering.”
I laugh, and once it starts, I can't stop. He hasn't even pulled out of me yet. Something about the scene is quintessentially Chris, and my heart throbs, finally understanding his strange, magical enigma.
It's everything I can't keep myself away from. Everything that's pulled me into his embrace, so tight and deep I never, ever want him to let go.
We kiss a few more times before he pulls out and cleans up, before he straighten our clothes. I carefully stand on the cliff, wiping the dirt off my butt. I'm about to roll my panties back on when he grabs me, fisting my hand by the wrist that's holding them.
“Save yourself some time and leave those fuckers off. You ought to know by now I'm not a once-a-day kinda guy. Let's go get some dinner, and then we'll pick up right where left off.”
I blush, smile, and don't fight as he pushes the panties into my purse. I feel so vulnerable out here like this with nothing on underneath my skirt. But if there's any man who can make me feel secure, it's him, and tonight he's going to get whatever he wants.
Later that week, I'm eating with Evie and dad for the first time in forever. It's an awkward, tense dinner.
Nobody's talking since he tried to tell her about the latest crap with the airlines, some ups and downs in the stock prices making the shareholders nervous, all the worries I've heard a million times since I was a little girl.
Evie mutters incoherently and picks at her food. I down some extra wine so I don't explode, grab her by the hair, scream at her until she acknowledges my poor father fucking exists.
He's dying a little more day by day, and it's awful to watch. It's been months, and their relationship is already on fire. He can't take another collapse – I just know it. I look on sadly, feeling as if I'm replaying the last days of our family life before mom walked out and moved east, running off with her fitness trainer.
“Ladies, I'm going to be gone next week at the North American division conference I told you about. I trust you'll both be able to make do without me. I've got all the usual arrangements in place for the staff. And Cordelia, if you're going to have people over, please respect Evie's space. I don't want anyone coming upstairs to –“
Suddenly, the bitch slams her fork down, giving us both a look like a scolded cat. “Do you ever shut up and stop worrying, Bruce? You really think she's going to drag one of her little friends upstairs to disturb me with her fucking? She's too busy riding my son for that, and they like to keep it away from the house most nights.”
I almost drop my empty wineglass. Dad gives me a look of total horror. It's the first time since mom walked out that I've seen him looking like he's staring down a ten ton train, heading right for him, ready to obliterate what's left of his miserable world.
“I don't know what she's talking about,” I say weakly, clearing the nervous lump in my throat.
“Evie, Evie, Evie,” Dad shakes his head, fighting off the nightmare image she just painted so vividly for him. “This is stress talking. You need to eat. Don't worry about these things, they aren't even real. Please, baby, do it for me.”
He stands up, walks over, and throws an arm over her shoulder. It's such a pathetic scene my heart would've melted in my chest, if only it wasn't too busy pounding like a hummingbird on speed.
They almost caught me. And I hate the way I'm reacting, ice in my blood and cotton in my mouth. I thought I was ready to say fuck everybody, to bring my love for Chris out in the open.
But when I saw that look on dad's face...
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sp; My own fork slips and clatters, causing my parents to look up. Evie gives me another look, a cruel focus filling her eyes, all directed at me.
“I suggest you have a talk with your dear daughter, Bruce. She's going to slip up one day, and then you'll see the truth. I'm not imagining anything.”
“I'm sure if there were anything untoward happening, Cordelia would let me know,” he says softly, brushing aside her mad concerns.
He doesn't believe her. Good. Too bad lying is the only thing holding me back from total disaster.
Evie grabs his arm and throws him off. She staggers up, throwing her napkin down over her half-finished food, and glares at my poor whipped father.
“Your little slut has some backbone, I'll give her that. She's woman enough to go after a man, even if he's the last boy in the world she ought to be with. That's better than I've gotten, I suppose.”
“Evie...shut up.” Dad's eyes narrow. “If you call my daughter a slut again, I'll drag you back to that goddamned doctor's office, kicking and screaming if I have to. You've been through hell, and we're all here for you, but that doesn't give you the right to be such a...such a...”
Evie cocks her head and purses her lips. “Bitch? Oh, Bruce. I would've given you a kiss if you'd had the balls to finally say it. Whatever's left of that pathetic shit between your legs will just have to crawl up your stomach when you finally see the truth. I'll let you find out the hard way. You won't have to hear it from me, hubby. Good fucking night.”
My eyes are on my food. I've totally lost my appetite, but it seems safe, just in case I decide to grab the nearest thing within reach and throw it at her vicious face.
Dad sticking up for me lends a shred of hope, but he can't hold her off in the end. He rips out a chair and sinks angrily into his seat. We both listen to her heels clacking away, loud and lonely, like the hooves of some creature that just dragged itself out of hell.
With anybody else, I would've been exaggerating, but my stepmother really is a crazy bitch.
