by Anthology
“I’m kinda hoping you do.” I wink.
“Ah, there’s the Vic Steele I know.” She presses her lips against mine.
Nah, that guy’s long gone, but this one’s ready for a wild ride, wherever it takes us.
Amy L Gale is a romance author by night, pharmacist by day who loves rock music and the feel of sand between her toes. She’s the author of Amazon New Adult Bestsellers, Blissful Tragedy, Blissful Valentine, and Christmas Blitz . When she’s not writing, she enjoys baking, scary movies, rock concerts, and reading books at the beach. She lives in the lush forest of Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, seven cats, and golden retriever, Sadie.
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My Wicked Stepsister
by
T.S. Irons
Chapter 1
Drew Reynolds breezed into the living room looking stunning. She had always captivated me, even when we were children. Her perfect blonde hair flowing and soft, a statuesque frame any man would want to claim, and the most desirable plump lips that begged to be kissed.
I looked up and smiled. “Hi, Drew.”
“Let’s go to the beach,” Drew suggested.
“I’d love to, but I’m on a roll. I want to finish these script re-writes. I start filming on Monday,” my sister Alex replied.
“Come with me, Will,” she pouted. Will was a nick name she had given me when we were toddlers and she had trouble pronouncing Liam because the name Liam was the Scottish equivalent for William. It stuck ever since and I hated it with a passion. No matter how many times I protested, she’d simply laugh and continue on, the same as always.
“You go, Liam. I’ve got this,” Alex encouraged. “You can take a look at it for me when you get home.”
I nodded my head. Drew clapped her hands together in quick succession, a wide grin splayed across her face. “Thanks, Alex, you’re the best!” Drew exclaimed.
We hopped into Drew’s Mercedes convertible and left Beverly Hills for Malibu. It was a beautiful day for a drive. I watched Drew as she navigated her way out of the city and toward the Pacific Coast Highway. With her chic sunglasses and hair blowing in the wind, she looked every bit the celebrity that she was. Drew was famous for being famous, like Paris Hilton.
My mother, Jessica VonStart was a famous movie producer. She married Drew’s dad, Steven Reynolds after my dad died in a plane crash, a year ago. Jessica and Steven had been friends since they were teenagers, but were never romantically involved until later in life. Steven was an Academy Award winner director. Together we formed one gorgeous looking, talented, dysfunctional family.
“This was an impulsive trip,” I said, breaking the silence.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, just thought it was something to say,” I stumbled over my words. Sometimes Drew was just too beautiful for her own good and it made me nervous and shy.
“Well, maybe you should try to be a little more impulsive,” she goaded me.
I chuckled, unsure if being impulsive was a good idea. It could get me into all sorts of trouble. Trouble I didn’t need. I was going off to Harvard in a week to start my freshman year. Drew was two years older than me and attended UCLA here in California. The distance would do me good. Although I was younger than Drew, I was always there to pull her out of trouble. You name it, she had a hand in it. She was the typical Hollywood party girl. She’d done it all: drunken house parties, clubbing with her famous friends—a paparazzi darling. That’s how the outside world saw her. They didn’t know how I had spent countless nights making sure she didn’t die of alcohol poisoning, or overdoes on whatever drug she’d taken that night. And then there was that night I saved her from being raped; I saved her and ending up getting the shit beat out of me by the guy whose attempts I thwarted. I was only eighteen-years-old, but felt like I was forty. Yes, distance would do me some good.
Why did it all fall on me? Steven was always on a film shoot somewhere in the world. Drew’s mom felt unloved and turned to alcohol for comfort leaving Drew spending most of her time at my house, so Drew, Alex and I grew up together. Now we were actually step-siblings. Whoever said life imitates arts, was sorely mistaken. Our life was far more complicated.
It was two o’clock when we arrived at the beach house. “I’m changing into my swim suit. Why don’t you order us some lunch,” she said, disappearing down the hall.
“What do you want?” I called out after her.
“Whatever.”
“Whatever,” I muttered to myself as I walked to the kitchen and pulled open the drawer that contained the takeout menus. I settled on Chinese and called in the order.
“I’m going out to the pool,” Drew informed me as she opened the sliding glass door in the living room.
I followed her outside. “I ordered Chinese. It should be here in twenty minutes,” I said before noticing what she was wearing. Drew was lounging in a chair wearing a red string bikini that left nothing to the imagination, and believe me, I had a great imagination. Her head was tilted up toward the sun and her oversized sunglasses covered her eyes. I quickly turned away because I was aroused and embarrassed at the same time. Grabbing a towel, I threw it on top of her stomach. “Will you cover up?”
She in turn tossed it back. “What’s wrong, haven’t you ever seen a girl in a bikini?”
“Oh, is that what you call that swatch of material that’s barely covering your…” Before I finished my sentence she rolled over on her stomach are revealed her perfectly heart shaped, bare ass courtesy of the G-string bottom. “Assets,” I finished with a whisper.
Drew giggled. “Enjoy it while you can, Will. The only thing you’ll find back East are girls covered in wool sweaters and plaid skirts.”
“Drew, you’re a couple hundred feet from the beach and you’re sitting by the pool. Sometimes you don’t make sense.”
She reached behind her back and pulled on the string of her bikini top, removing it and throwing it at me. “Can’t go topless on the beach. It’s against the law,” she explained, turning her body to lie on her back.
“Never stopped you before,” I said, averting my eyes once again. I couldn’t deal with Drew in that moment. I needed an escape. I walked right past her and out the gate that led to the beach.
After walking for some time, I plopped down on the sand, shoving my hand in my pocket to discreetly adjust my growing erection. I swear sometimes Drew just liked to fuck with me. I don’t know why since I had saved that perfect ass of hers on more than one occasion. She took me for granted and I let her, like a pussy whipped fool. I sat there, staring at the Pacific Ocean, and watching beach goers as they walked along the sand. My phone began to buzz and brought me out of my funk.
“Are you hungry?” Drew asked on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, I’ll be right in,” I replied, ending the call.
I walked back to the house and entered through the living room doors. Drew was sitting on an oversized throw pillow on the floor. Take-out food cartons were lined up on the coffee table and she had opened a bottle of wine.
“Chopsticks or fork?” she inquired.
“Chopsticks.”
“See that Will, you can be daring,” she teased with a wink.
I ignored her comment and examined the bottle of wine. “Vintage Bordeaux—are you sure we should be drinking this?”
“Daddy can certainly afford another bottle,” she simply replied.
I didn’t press the point. I joined her on the floor and began to eat my lo mein. We ate in silence, but Steven was in the back of my mind. Finally I asked, “Does your f
ather know you’re here?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Why does he have to know everything?” she snapped.
“He’s your father.”
“Don’t remind me,” she coolly replied.
“Drew…”
“Whose side are you on, Liam?”
I put down my chopsticks, with a heavy sigh. “What happened?”
“We had another argument,” she began. “I’m really fed up with him. I am holding a golden ticket and he wants me to throw it away!”
“Where’s the ticket going to take you?” I asked, curious to see what scheme she’d concocted this time.
“Anywhere I want,” she responded, reaching across the table, grabbing my hand.
The hairs on my arm stood up when she touched me. “Anywhere is sort of vague, Drew. It’s a big world.”
“Exactly! I want to see it all. Ford’s Modeling Agency wants to sign me,” she excitedly announced.
“Modeling?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, it’s the chance of a lifetime. Can’t you understand?”
I shrugged my shoulders, unsure how to respond.
“Needless to say, Dad didn’t like the idea.”
“Don’t you want to finish college? Can’t Ford’s wait?” I wondered aloud.
I could see the anger simmer in her eyes. “They want me now. The longer I wait, the shorter my career will be. Why finish college? I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing with my life as it is. I can do this. I can be a model.”
I gazed at her level of intensity on the matter. She certainly was beautiful. There was no denying that fact. She had that All-American look: long blonde hair, eyes as blue as a tropical oasis, full breasts, slender waist and legs that went on for miles. I couldn’t argue with Drew, because she was correct. This career path seemed tailor made for her. “So what’s stopping you; the fact that your father doesn’t approve?”
The statement came out more tersely than I meant and I struck a chord. “Oh, why do I bother?” she said with disgust, getting up from the floor, taking the bottle of wine with her.
“Good going,” I muttered to myself, pushing around the remnants of food on my plate. I should just leave her be for a while. Obviously I had done a fine job of getting her pissed off, so I needed to give her some space to cool down.
Chapter 2
An hour later, I knocked on Drew’s bedroom door. She didn’t respond, so I went inside without an invitation. She sat on the bed, crossed legged with her back against the padded headboard. I sat on the edge of the mattress. “Drew, I’m sorry. I think you’d make a great model.”
She raised her eyes to meet mine, a small smile graced her face. “Yeah?” Obviously, my apology put her back in a good mood.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go for a drive,” she said, gleefully hopping off the bed, grabbing the keys from the bedside table.
I noticed the wine bottle was empty and rushed after her. “Let me drive,” I suggested, grabbing the keys from her hand. Although she appeared sober, I wasn’t about to risk either one of us, or God forbid someone else, getting hurt in a car crash.
“Fine,” she said, relinquishing control, and getting into the passenger side of the car.
I got in the driver’s seat, put the keys in the ignition, and started the car. Stepping on the clutch, I shifted into first gear. The Mercedes jerked forward and stalled. I tried again. The same thing happened. In frustration I seethed, “Couldn’t you drive an American car like everyone else?”
Drew began to laugh uncontrollably. “Will, nobody drives and American car in Los Angeles.”
I mimicked her words as I got out of the car and walked over to the passenger door. “Get out,” I ordered.
She sarcastically saluted me and fell in line as I walked back inside the house. “Now what?” Drew asked.
“We’re staying here for the night until you sober up enough to drive us home,” I informed her.
“I’m perfectly sober.”
“Then why did you give me the keys?”
“Because you got all ‘big brother’ on me and took them away.” She thought for a moment and then added, “I also know you can’t drive a stick, but I sure had fun watching you try,” she giggled.
I was trying my damnedest to not let her rattle me, but my nerves were shot. “It’s not very funny, Drew.” I glared at her.
“Oh, lighten up.”
With one quick motion, I pinned her up against the wall by her shoulders. The move startled Drew, and her eyes went wide. “You are such a spoiled little girl,” I hissed under my breath. In that moment I hated that I always rushed to defend her. I hated that I felt a sense of duty to protect her. I’m not sure why I felt that. I couldn’t contain my emotions. Everything was teetering on the brink.
“Liam,” was all Drew could manage to whisper in her state of shock as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
I could see the confusion and hurt in them, her expression pleading for an explanation. Bowing my head, I tried to think of some way to explain myself. My mind wanted to apologize for my behavior. My hands still held her against the wall. Feeling her bare soft shoulders under my palms made me feel scatter brained. I closed my eyes and inhaled her perfume. She smelled like peonies. Next I leaned in and gently kissed her lips.
Drew responded instantaneously, kissing me back—deeper and with more passion. She threw her arms around me as if I were a life preserver in a violent storm.
I lost sense of time during that electrifying kiss. When we pulled apart, we remained in each others arms, gasping for air. Finally, I found the strength to back away from her.
“What’s wrong?” Drew asked. “Don’t you want to make love to me?”
The question felt like a sharp kick to the stomach, and knocked the wind out of me. Drew was always painfully honest; something I could never be. I caressed the side of her face, but didn’t speak.
“Do you want me, Liam?” she questioned in a hush.
Fuck me, I did want her. I wanted her so badly, all logic disappeared. I was dumped into silence and merely nodded my head. Drew took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
We stood a few inches apart, facing one another, in the middle of her room. The sun was beginning to set and the room was bathed in a warm orange glow. Drew pulled her tank top over her head and dropped it to the ground. She was still wearing her swim suit and turned around raising her hair in a ponytail so I could untie the top. With a shaking hand I grabbed the end of the string around her neck and pulled. Drew reached around her back and pulled the other string. The tiny red top fell to the floor. She turned around to face me, as her bikini bottom hit the floor. Her hair flowed down, covering her nipples, but her beautiful cleavage was on display and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She reached out for my hands. “You’re trembling,” she said as she placed my hands over her tits. They were firm and heavy in the palm of my hands and my touch caused her dusty pink nipples to harden.
I finally managed a few words. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
She gave me a wicked smile. “You know I never do the right thing. What fun is that?” Drew leaned in and planted a small kiss on my neck. “We aren’t really brother and sister, Liam. There is nothing wrong with having sex, if that’s what you want,” she said, all but taunting me to make a move.
Thanks to my father’s genetics, I certainly wasn’t lacking in good looks and I had attracted many eager female candidates through high school, even sleeping with a few of them. The problem was I’d never felt the intensity for them that I felt for Drew. I wanted her so much, so why was I having such a hard time taking what I wanted? I was scared to death I’d never live up to the experiences Drew had encountered with other men. Then Drew’s teeth grabbed my earlobe and pulled and a jolt of desire coursed through my veins. I was through with reasoning. I slowly backed her up until her knees hit the edge of the mattress and pushed her onto the soft duv
et cover.
Drew reached for the hem of my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. Now my bare chest was against hers. My heart was pounding so fast, I’m sure she felt it. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, giving me an open invitation to kiss her neck. I kissed and licked and nibbled her sensitive flesh as she moaned in response. I continued a trail of kisses along her collar bone and over the swell of her breasts until I reached the hard peaks of her nipples. I flicked out my tongue and licked the nipple before I enclosed my mouth around it and sucked. Drew arched her back as she made tiny mewling sounds. Her encouragement spurred me on, giving me confidence. My hand reached lower over Drew’s slim waist and the curve of her hip until my hand landed between her thighs. My fingers slipped inside her folds. She was wet to the touch. I needed to taste her. Crawling down her stomach, I nestled my body between her legs. Breathing deeply, I inhaled her scent, and then began to lick her with my tongue. Drew sighed as I moved my fingers in and out while I continued my assault on her clit.
“Oh, God,” she panted, as her hand fisted the cotton sheets. “Make me come, Liam,” she whispered.
Doubling my efforts, I picked up the pace. Drew’s hips bucked up and I felt her muscles squeeze my two fingers that were sliding in and out of her. I was in awe that I could be the one to make her feel this way.
“I need you inside me, Liam. Please,” she pleaded, propping herself up on her elbows and looking down at me.
Quickly I crawled up to kiss her lips and claimed her mouth with mine. Her tongue flitted inside my mouth and then she nibbled on my bottom lip, shooting a wave of desire straight to my core. “Do you have a condom?” I whispered against her lips.
“In the drawer,” she replied, as she rolled over on her side and opened the top drawer of the bedside table. Drew ripped open the foil packet. “Get up on your knees,” she ordered.
I did as she requested and knelt in front of her on the mattress, my strained erection jutting out in front of me. She took my cock in her hand, smiling as she gave me a few long strokes. Then she took the condom and rolled it over my shaft. “Lay back on the bed. I want to be on top,” she continued, clearly in charge of the encounter from here.
