OBSESSED WITH MY STEP (TABOO NOVELLA) (2 page)

“I can’t tell you,” I said to him. “I’d have to kill you if I did.”

“It was something naughty, right?” he asked.

I nodded, hoping he’d take a hint. I wasn’t in the mood to talk with him or anyone for that matter.

“Dance with me?” he asked as the music started, attempting to drag me onto the dance floor, but I resisted his pull. He soon gave up and went away.

I sat on one of the chairs and observed people. Dad and his new wife were dancing and laughing in each other’s arm. Todd seemed to be having fun dancing with one of his female cousins. A couple of my extended family members approached me for light conversation. Maybe I hadn’t had enough alcohol to loosen my tongue, but I must have been boring as they quickly moved on to more interesting people. I was pissed about Josh and the fact that it took so long for me to realize we didn’t need to be together.

I suddenly felt suffocated; I needed to escape. Once I was sure no one was paying attention to me, I grabbed a bottle of champagne from one of the tables and slipped away from the main deck towards the pool. I needed a little bit of breathing space to think as well as to enjoy my booze without company.

Thankfully, the pool area was deserted. I put the bottle of champagne down next to me and lay back on a poolside lounge chair, straightening my gown as best as I could. I wished I could just strip to my underwear and get into the water, but that would hardly be ideal if someone found me. Besides, eventually I would have to go back and mingle with the crowd before my dad got worried. I closed my eyes, trying to relax. I was feeling so alone that I almost wished Josh had come to the wedding. He might be an ass but at least he would have behaved knowing my dad was around the corner. But what use was that? I was about to call it quits with him, and having him here would have been unfair to him. Like I really cared about what was going to be fair with him. Taking a swig from the full bottle of champagne, I hoped a little bit of liquor would soothe my sorrows.

“You know, you shouldn’t drink alone.” Nick walked across the pool area, holding two glasses. “And before you attack me, I wasn’t stalking you. I just noticed you weren’t around and wanted to make sure you’re okay. One of the crew saw you heading this way. I’m guessing that dress is like a beacon when you move.”

I smiled, looking down at the dress. He had a good sense of humor.

“Let me guess. My mom’s choice, right?”

“Yes. Your mom,” I answered, another smile on my face. I wanted to add that she had terrible taste in bridesmaids’ dresses, but he spoke before I could.

“Yes, she has some challenges in the fashion department.”

I laughed. “So does my dad. They’ll be an interesting combination.”

Nick sat on a lounge chair next to me and set the glasses on a table. “I figured you’d want company.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” I said. I wanted company, but I wasn’t sure if it was his I was looking for.

“Should I pour you some?” he asked, picking up the champagne bottle and filling the two glasses without waiting for a response.

I wanted to brush him off and ask him to go back to where he had come from, but he was being so nice and attentive to me. I decided to give him a chance. We were stuck with each other so we might as well start getting used to it. I brought the glass to my lips.

“What are you doing out here anyways?” he asked. “Why did you run away?”

“Didn’t run away. Just needed some air,” I replied, sipping the champagne delicately.

“So, are you angry your dad married my mom?”

“What? Oh no. Of course not. They’re good together. I hope I get as lucky.”

“That’s such a relief. I’ve haven’t seen my mom this happy in a while. So then, what’s with the attitude then? Why are you mad?”

I couldn’t help it - maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the sincerity in Nick’s voice - but the tears I’d been holding back poured out along with all my sorrow over Josh. How he was suffocating me, and how the last few months of our relationship had been agonizing but I couldn’t tell anyone. The only person I could talk to was my dad, and I didn’t want to give him the benefit of admitting that he was right the whole time. He would never tell me he told me so, but I just didn’t want to have him even think that I made a mistake. My mom was too busy with her husband and new family to listen to me. And my best friend, my roommate, had just broken up with her fiancé and was hardly the person to run to about my “man problem.” If anything, I’ve had to endure weeks of listening to her curse out her fiancé, who she caught in bed with another woman. Why couldn’t relationships be simpler? Why couldn’t I just meet a nice man who had no issues and treated me the way I deserve?

I knew Nick was listening to me because he made eye contact when it was appropriate and had the right inflections in his tone. Surprisingly, he was easy to talk, and I found myself talking without thinking, getting everything off my chest. Throughout, I sobbed, sipped champagne, and got a little tipsy. I’ve never had a head for alcohol and only indulged when I was hyper or depressed, and today, I was both.

When I finally calmed down, Nick moved closer to me and sat on my lounge chair. He put his arms around me and held me tight. At first, it was an innocent brotherly hug, but he wasn’t letting go. I set my glass down and wrapped my arms around him as a sister would, but he drew closer to me, hugging me tighter.

“You’re a very beautiful and extremely desirable woman, Jena. Forget Josh and just let go.”

CHAPTER 4

Nick ran his hand up and down my back and whispered in my ears. The touch of his hands on my tense muscles relaxed me. After a few moments, he did something totally unexpected – he kissed me on the neck. At first, I didn’t know how to react. I had never had a brother, so I wasn’t sure if that type of display of affection was normal between siblings, or if it was just misplaced attraction. Whatever the case, I was enjoying the kiss and I wished he wouldn’t stop. He didn’t disappointment me. He kept nibbling at my neck, his hands reaching past the curve of my back towards my hips. Unfortunately, my ball gown got in the way, and he couldn’t reach past where the waist of the dress flared into a gown.

“You must be suffocating in this dress,” he mumbled.

I nodded, hardly hearing his statement, focusing on the sensations passing through my body. His lips alone were waking up senses I never even knew existed. I had kissed Josh a million times but had never felt this way with him, even when I was tipsy. I held Nick in a tight embrace, but my hands had started moving around to his stomach and down to his crotch.

He fumbled a little more with my dress, deciding that he had had enough of it. He lay me down on the chair, and his hand went under the skirts. I knew exactly what was happening, but I did not feel inclined to stop him. He felt so good and so right, and I wanted to feel the delightful sensations that he was causing in me. I propped myself on my elbow and parted my knees.

Nick sat on the edge of my chair and tried to push past all the tulle.

“How do you wear this dress?” he asked, laughing when he finally found my panties.

“Feel free to take it off.”

From my vantage point, I could hardly see him as he was covered in my underskirt, but I could feel his hands massaging the back of my knees and inner thighs. His hands moved further up, pushed aside the gusset of my pantie, and inserted a finger into my pussy. He covered me back up with the skirt so that if anyone were to show up, they would think we were just sitting at opposite ends, having a conversation. He skillfully manipulated my pussy. I had been fingered before, but Nick knew exactly what he was doing. He pushed me backwards so that I lay flat on the chair.

“Relax,” he said. “Let it all go. Just close your eyes and relax.”

I did as he said.

His finger slowly moved in and out of me, gently at first, then picking up pace. Even though I closed my eyes, I knew his eyes never left my face so he could see my every reaction. His touch was driving me into frenzy. A second finger slipped into my pussy; now I was shaking as he withdrew each finger slowly and massaged my clit before slowly going back in.

“Nick,” I called out to him in ecstasy.

“Sshh. Just relax,” he said, three fingers now inside me.

I felt my insides stretch to accommodate him, tightening around his fingers as he finger-fucked me. I lost control, my body writhing in pleasure. I had never had an orgasm with just fingers, but it seemed like Nick was determined to make his fingers do what most men needed their cock to do. If his fingers could bring me so much pleasure, I wondered what his cock would do to me. I pulled myself up, my hand clawing at the back of my gown to loosen the corset. The zipper ripped open, like I thought it might, and the cool air caressed my lower back. I was itching to get out of that dress and feel Nick’s bare flesh against mine.

Nick pushed me back one more time and placed his palms underneath my ass, lifting me up slightly. He reinserted his fingers into my pussy. His fingers reached my core and triggered a cascade of waves that caused my pussy to contract around his fingers. My whole body started trembling, and soon I was gasping in orgasm.

Nick guided me up from the chair, holding my body, which had weakened from the orgasm. We headed towards the changing room in the corner. He laid me on one of the benches inside and raised my gown’s skirts over my head – I’m sure I must have looked like an upturned umbrella. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel my lower half exposed, my legs up in the air in an open “V”.

Nick fumbled with his tux and soon was naked from the bottom down. I couldn’t see his cock from where I lay, but when I felt him entering my inner folds, I knew that he was decently endowed. At first, he fucked me slowly and tenderly, like he was making love to me. I was past the stage of slow seduction, having already achieved orgasm. I knew I was on my way to the next one, and I needed him to fuck me faster.

“Please,” I begged, arching my hips towards him in encouragement for him to fuck me even faster. Nick pounded me ferociously at the invitation. He fucked me until I was wheezing under my layers of tulle.

He was grunting and calling my name as his steady fuck built. I held on fast to the bench, careful so I didn’t tip over. I could tell he was nearing the end as his grunts turned into moans that were loud enough to get us caught. But I was enjoying the thrill of total abandonment and did not care if anyone discovered us. Nick thrust into me one more time, hitting a certain spot inside. I bucked, arching my back upward, grabbing onto the edge of my skirt as I released a scream that was soon followed by his as he exploded inside of me.

CHAPTER 5

Nick and I made it to the cabins without raising eyebrows. I wore his coat over my burst seam and pretended to be cold. To the casual onlooker, it looked as if my brother had offered me his coat to keep me warm. I still looked funny in the bridesmaid dress, no doubt, but I was happy that I’d soon be relieved of it. Once we were safely in my room, I struggled to get out to the dress.

“I’ll help you out of your chastity gown,” he said, laughing as we both pulled the dress off my shoulders and down my waist.

As his fingers brushed against my skin, I felt the stirring that was fast becoming very familiar. My dress dropped to the floor, and he helped me step out of it and into his hands. I was naked expect for my stilettos, bra, and panties, which were soon tossed to the floor. I unbuttoned his clothes and peeled them off as quickly as I could. We were standing naked, in the middle of my cabin, holding onto each other, fingers exploring each other’s bodies.

His body was tight, and I couldn’t help but feel inadequate with my less than perfect body, but he seemed to enjoy touching me. It was insane that a stranger who had just become a part of my immediate family was driving me wild, but all inhibitions soon disappeared once his hands found the sensual spots on my body.

“We have to go back before we are missed,” I said, attempting to pry myself away from him. I had this image of my dad suddenly barging into my cabin when he realized that I was gone. Besides, we were missing the rest of the reception, and I was getting hungry.

“Yes,” he muttered, as his lips came down on mine. “We should go.”

My lips hungrily responded to his kiss, my tongue searching for his. It was our first kiss, and it felt sweet. I held on to him, my hands reaching down to squeeze his ass. It was as tight as I expected. His hand was already touching my butt, pulling me closer to him. I felt his hardness pushing into my stomach, and I knew what I had to do.

Dropping down on my knees, I took his cock into my mouth, slowly and tenderly. I looked up to see his eyes closed. It was his turn to relax, just like he had asked me to relax. I sucked on him slowly, placing both hands at the base of his cock and applying pressure. It made him squeal in pleasure. I kept sucking him with fervor, my mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, my hands massaging his balls and the base of his cock. The sensations sent him into overdrive; he started thrusting into my mouth fast and rhythmically.

I let him push deep into my throat, and each time he did, his moan increased in length and volume. He kept pumping my mouth, his body aching for release. I sucked harder and harder, running my tongue over the tip of his dick. His legs began to buckle, and I knew he would soon be coming. I gave him one final suck and he exploded, releasing it all in my mouth, his body going limp. It probably took all the strength he had not to collapse from his standing position. I stood up and held him again.