Chapter 3
Kristie
I look around the restaurant and try to smile like I’m happy because I am happy.
My younger sister is getting married, and this is the rehearsal dinner before Milly’s wedding tomorrow.
Everyone’s dressed to the nines, and I’ve done my part too.
My blonde hair cascades down my back in soft waves, and I’m wearing a pretty pink gown that highlights my big bust and narrow waist without being vulgar.
The fabric skims my curves, rather than clinging like Saran wrap, and I’ve topped the outfit off with pink high heels and a silver clutch.
“Darlin’, are you okay?” my dad asks.
I call Steve “Dad” because after years of hearing Milly and Nick call him Dad, I fell in line too.
Plus, the older man’s always been generous, and treated me like a real daughter even though he didn’t have to.
Again, Steve let me stay at his house after my mom died, and I’ll always be grateful for that kindness.
I was a young girl with nowhere to go, having just lost her only parent, so the older man’s gesture was a lifesaver.
But Steve has also caused problems for me in the past, and in fact, he’s causing problems even now.
We’re seated next to each other at one of the main tables as Milly and her fiancé work the room.
The wedding couple look happy and content, Milly gorgeous in a yellow tulle dress and her fiancé handsome, if a bit short, in a navy tux.
Meanwhile, my stepbrother lounges at another table about twenty feet away.
Nick appears relaxed and at ease, and incredibly gorgeous in a perfectly-cut dark suit that highlights the width of his chest. His bronzed skin contrasts against a stark white button down, and those cobalt eyes are lazy yet penetrating at once, like a jaguar biding its time.
He’s obviously an alpha male in command of his world, and the two women he’s conversing with lean forwards, their expressions rapt as their tits practically fall out of their low-cut tops.
But I can tell from the slightly tense set of his shoulders that Nick’s not completely at ease, and I think I know why.
Suddenly, Steve’s voice interrupts my thoughts again.
“You look a bit peaked, sweetie. Stay here, and I’ll get you a drink. Some alcohol will loosen you up,” my stepdad winks before patting my knee and standing.
Then, the older man moves across the room, and eyes follow his tall form.
In fact, half the women at the engagement party are watching Steve Bradley because my stepdad is a silver fox.
He looks a lot like Nick, except older, of course.
Yet Steve still retains the build of his youth, with broad shoulders, a wide chest, and the muscular physique of an athlete.
I know my stepdad works out like a fiend, and especially now that he’s retired.
He probably puts in a good two hours at the gym each day, and it shows, judging how some of the ladies here are practically drooling over the handsome alpha male.
But that’s the problem.
Steve Bradley is a bit too handsome, and a bit too affectionate, to me at least. He’s not gross, nor is he overly touchy-feely, but when a man this good-looking embraces a young woman, everyone notices.
All the wedding guests watch Steve as he strides across the room, and then they watch me too because gossip in Austin is like a match to kindling.
It’s part of the reason why I left Texas after I turned eighteen.
I hate that everyone talks all the time, and lately, I know they’re chattering about my family.
It goes back to my eighteenth birthday party.
I’d just graduated from high school, and we decided to throw a shindig at the house as a combined birthday party cum graduation celebration.
It wasn’t supposed to be over the top, but somehow, everyone caught wind and the house was jam-packed.
The music was loud, food and drink were copious, and I was really excited!
I’d taken pains with my appearance and put on a red minidress that was honestly, a little too much.
It was a strapless number from a teen store at the mall, and the fabric hugged my big tits while narrowing at my waist. The hem came decorously down to my knees, but I paired the outfit with shiny black patent pumps that made me wobble.
Yes, I was a curvy girl teetering on the precipice of womanhood, both literally and figuratively.
Of course, Nick came to my party.
I hadn’t seen much of him for almost an entire year because he was so busy.
Sure, he came to Mark Townsend’s holiday party way back when, but he didn’t even stay.
The alpha male merely showed up that night, said his hellos, and then disappeared.
Maybe Nick got called back to the hospital for an emergency.
I don’t know.
But I was excited that my stepbrother was coming to my party.
He arrived a little late, but I could sense his presence as soon as he walked through the door.
There was a vibration in the air, and despite the living room being crowded with people, I somehow knew that he was here.
I turned, and sure enough, the huge man was staring right at me.
That cobalt gaze met mine from across the room, and the air between us sizzled.
The music faded away, other people seemed to disappear into the mist, and it was just me and him.
We connected, and my insides grew moist and quivery while staring back at him.
But then Milly tugged at my arm and giggled.
“Yo, I think Brandon Rivers likes you,” my sister whispered in my ear.
“He keeps asking all these questions about you, like what you’re going to do after high school, and whether you’re single.”
The truth is that at that point, I’d never had a boyfriend before.
Sure, there were guys interested in me after I blossomed, but I still remembered their cruel comments when I was a stick-figure with coke-bottle glasses.
Those boys were downright mean back then, and I have the memory of an elephant.
Maybe their taunts were years ago, but I still remembered and resented them for it.
But Nick never made any such comments.
It’s partially because he wasn’t around much, seeing that he’s ten years older and already out of the house.
But something changed in the time since I was a kid, and while nothing ever happened between us, I could feel the shift in the air.
I could feel the heat in that blue gaze at the occasional family dinner, and I could sense my stepbrother’s appreciation of my curvy figure, even if I never actually caught him looking at me.
But nothing happened between us, and I put these dirty thoughts from my mind.
After all, what’s a girl to do?
Nick’s a busy man who has women throwing themselves at him left and right.
He’s tall, dark, and forbidding, with a sculpted physique and penetrating blue eyes.
He’s a doctor too, so he literally saves lives in the ER.
What more could a woman ask for?
Of course, everyone and their mother was ready to drop their panties.
But as soon as my stepbrother made an entrance at the birthday party, I knew something was different this time.
I could feel it. Usually, Nick’s blue gaze would glance over me casually, before moving onto something else.
Usually, he’d turn away and greet other folks as they welcomed him home from medical school.
But when he arrived at my party that evening, he saw me and his eyes didn’t drop.
That blue gaze held mine and locked.
Not only that, but for the first time, my stepbrother let his eyes sear my curves, openly appraising my big breasts, narrow waist, and long legs.
Then, he let his gaze run hungrily back up my figure to meet my startled expression before a smile appeared on that mobile mouth.
Of course, I behaved like a blubbering idiot, even from across the room.
“Nick,” I whispered under my breath, my nipples taut as my insides melted.
“Hi. You came.”
But Milly merely leaned forwards.
“What did you say? Oh Nick!” she said, whirling around to catch sight of her brother.
“Oh, he’s here! Let me go say hi real quick. I’ll be right back, Kris.”
Then, my little sister scampered away before throwing herself at our brother for a giant bear hug.
Meanwhile, I wrenched my eyes away as I struggled for oxygen.
He’s here! Nick’s at my party.
Oh my god, oh my god, what do I do?
But the answer was clear because nothing happened.
I continued to circulate, chatting with guests, and so did he.
I saw him talking with long lost friends from high school, our neighbors from across the street, and even old Mrs. Lazarus from the next block with the cat that yowls at night.
Nick was unfailingly polite, and smiled and nodded at all the right times from what I could tell.
His gaze never faltered from Mrs. Lazarus’s wizened facade, and he seemed to not notice me.
Had I been dreaming?
Did I make our sizzling connection up in my head?
Slowly, my hopes ebbed.
Of course you imagined it , my subconscious scolds.
You’ve been in love with this man since you were a pre-teen.
He’s more like a rock star than a real prospect who might be interested in you, Kristie.
The spark was just figment of your imagination.
My heart plummeted to the ground, and a wave of nausea literally rushed over me as my stomach roiled.
Of course, my subconscious was right because did I really think my stepbrother would be interested in a na?ve, eighteen year old girl who goes ga-ga whenever he comes within a ten foot radius?
We haven’t even had a real conversation for years, if ever.
Plus, would Nick truly make a move on me?
In public, with tons of people circulating around us?
I stepped away for a moment, excusing myself, and went into the kitchen to catch my breath.
Disappointment crushed my form and all I wanted to do was to go upstairs and crawl under the covers of my bed before bursting into tears.
But it was my party, and I had to be present despite the unshed tears making my eyes hot.
Unfortunately, it was crowded in the kitchen too, with little chance of peace and quiet.
As a compromise, I let myself into the laundry room off to the side of the kitchen, gently closing the pocket door for added privacy.
It was dark and I didn’t bother to turn on the lights because I needed some time alone to calm down.
I’d been riding an adrenaline roller coaster after seeing Nick arrive, and the quiet and darkness helped my pulse subside.
Meanwhile, the voice in my head scoffed again.
All that happened is that you shared a look with your stepbrother , it said.
He didn’t touch you.
He didn’t kiss you. In fact, you haven’t even exchanged any words!
Get your head out of the clouds, Kristie.
Nick Bradley is out of your league, and he’d never be interested in you.
The words hurt, but I made myself believe them because it’s true.
We’re literally family, albeit not related by blood, and Nick had a bright future ahead of him with a career in medicine and beautiful, accomplished women throwing themselves at his feet.
He’s not going to get involved with an orphan who stares at him with big blue eyes, worshipping him like a child.
But then, someone pulled open the pocket door and before I realized it, Nick was in the darkened laundry room with me.
I could hardly believe it.
“Nick!” I gasped. “What are you doing here?”
That big body loomed over me, crowding me against the washing machine.
“What do you think? Goddamn, you’ve been driving me out of my mind, Kris.”
Then, his mouth swooped down and claimed mine, hard and forceful.
I melted against his broad chest immediately.
The possession was immediate, and I mewled hungrily against the alpha male as my arms snaked up around his shoulders to lock behind his neck.
“Mmm,” I moaned, parting my lips as his tongue swept along the seam of my mouth.
“Oh yes. Oh wait, what are we doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” Nick rasped before delving deep, almost devouring me as I pressed my breasts against his broad form.
“You’ve been driving me out of my mind since forever, Kris. I haven’t been able to focus because of you.”
I wanted to say, Me neither.
I love you, Nick, and I’ve wanted you for so long.
Please, claim me as yours.
I belong to you .
But all words whooshed out of my mind because with as fast as lightning, Nick lifted me onto the washing machine so that my bottom was perched on the edge.
“I can’t hold back,” he rasped again.
“I’ve been waiting for this day.”
What day?
My graduation? My birthday?
Suddenly, I realized that at age eighteen, I was finally legal.
I could make love to Nick with no restrictions, and there was nothing I wanted more in life.
Heck, we’d hardly even talked, and yet I knew this was meant to be.
“Yes,” I murmured sweetly.
“I’m yours, Nick. Please.”
The huge alpha male moaned hungrily while pushing the hem of my dress up with trembling fingers to reveal a tiny red g-string.
“Fuuuuck,” he growled before seizing the material in his fist and tearing it away from my cunt.
I sat stock still, my heart racing with shock.
Did that just happen?
Did my stepbrother just rip my panties off, baring my sweet and tender pussy for his eyes only?
But it was true because Nick’s cobalt gaze was fixed to my sweetest spot, unable to look away.
With blunt fingers he gently stroked my labia before pulling them apart, revealing the moist pinkness within.
“You’re so beautiful, Kristie,” he moaned again like a man in pain.
“Even better than in my imagination.”
Then, before I realized it, the alpha male was on his knees before me, pushing my thighs even wider to bare my innocence to his gaze.
I trembled with shock but then a high-pitched squeal came out of my mouth as he leaned forward and licked me there .
“Ohhh!” I half-panted, half-screamed.
“Oh my god.”
By now, my legs were as wide as they could go, my sensitive folds bared to the alpha male.
But Nick didn’t hesitate.
He licked me again, parting my labia further to tenderly suck on my aching nub before licking up the right side of my pussy, swirling his tongue around my clit, and then licking down my left side.
“Shit, your pussy tastes like honey,” he rasped hungrily, that carved jaw already shiny and slick with my juices.
“Fuuuuck.”
I threw my head back and wailed again, my tits coming free of the strapless top as Nick tasted my sensitive cunt.
“Oh oh oh!” I moaned.
“Ohhhh!”
My man merely sucked on my clit again before gently licking it, and then delved down to push his tongue into my pussy hole.
“Ohhh!” I screamed wildly, unable to keep the volume down.
“Unnnnh!”
“Yes baby,” he rasped.
“I want you to come on my face. Do it. Turn my face into a fucking waterslide.”
The dirty words put me over the edge.
As Nick buried his mouth in my folds once more, I gripped his hair and erupted as climax hit me like a freight train.
I let out a full-throated scream, my vision going black as hot jolts seized my cunt.
My pussy snapped and clamped, electric shocks making me shriek as the muscles in my legs shuddered, my whole being incinerated in a white hot flame.
Meanwhile, Nick didn’t hesitate.
He continued to kiss and lap at my cunt, taking me through my first orgasm.
“Yesssss,” he hissed.
“Give me more. Give me everything, sweetheart.”
I shuddered and cried out once again, my hands gripping his dark hair as ripples ran through my pussy.
My senses overloaded, and everything disappeared so that it was only me and this man, right here and right now, his possession absolute.
But Nick had more up his sleeve.
As I slowly came back down from the peak of pleasure, he stood, his chin and jaw shiny with my nectar.
Then, he leaned forward and captured my mouth with his own before notching his hardness at my opening.
“It’s going to hurt the first time,” he murmured against my lips.
“But you’ll be fine, Kris. You’re young, and you can stretch. Trust me.”
I gasped because he was already pushing forward, and as my pussy lips split around that massive head, I realized that it wasn’t going to be easy because my stepbrother was huge .
It was only the pink mushroom of his crown, but I was already straining and moaning trying to accommodate him.
“Breathe,” he rasped roughly against my lips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Try to relax.”
I inhaled, doing my best to obey, but he was just so thick and girthy that another small squeal escaped from my lips as he pushed further into my wetness.
“Relax,” Nick whispered in a raw tone, those big hands coming up to tug gently at my nipples.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just a little more.”
Hot jolts went straight from my breasts to my cunt, and a flow of juices gushed from me, making the alpha male growl.
“That’s right,” he rasped.
“Almost there.”
But I happened to look down at that moment, and the fact is that we weren’t almost there at all.
In fact, I had my first glimpse of his cock, and Nick’s thick as well as insanely long.