Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Sweetheart, this isn’t about money, is it?” Steve growled into the phone. “I can pay for an airline ticket, and you’ll stay in your old bedroom.”
“Oh no,” I said quickly. “Thanks, Steve, but I make plenty. I just have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity over the holidays to work with an A-list photographer, and I need to stay in town.”
Still, the older man was silent on the line.
“Well, it’s not about ... ah, what happened that day, is it?” my stepfather asked in a hesitant tone. “From two years ago?”
“Oh no,” I lied. “Not at all.”
Steve let out an exhale of relief.
“Good, because it was nothing, Kristie. I even talked to Nick about it—”
“You didn’t!” I gasped. “No no no!”
My stepfather appeared confused.
“Of course I did. No man should think such devious things about his father and sister. I don’t even know why Nick would believe such spurious lies—”
But I’d heard enough and cut him off.
“I’m sorry, Steve, but I can’t come home for Christmas. I know it’s the second holiday season I’ve missed, but I just can’t. I’m making a lot of money here in Vegas, and you know that a model’s career is short. I have to stay in town for these jobs.”
That was that, and I didn’t return to Austin for Christmas, New Year’s, Father’s Day, or Thanksgiving. Instead, for two years, I stayed in my adopted city of Las Vegas, acculturating to the sun and sand. It’s been okay. I put thoughts of Nick out of my mind because I’m on a different path now – one that doesn’t include him.
But a development has occurred. Milly’s getting married, and my baby sister’s begged me to return for the wedding. As a result, I’m back in Texas, and my heart squeezes tight as my pulse races because even though it makes me hate myself... I’m dying to see my handsome stepbrother again.
4
Nick
How the fuck does this even happen? What kind of woman sleeps with her stepbrother, only to sleep with her stepdad as well? What the hell? This is such a fucking dumpster fire and I’d wring Kristie’s neck with my bare hands if I could.
Of course, I can’t because homicide, especially the homicide of a sibling, is a crime. I’d be thrown in jail, without the possibility of parole, and it would be a fucking crime in and of itself because I haven’t been able to forget my beautiful blonde stepsister after two years of no contact. It kills me, but I still think of Kristie all the fucking time. When I’m in suturing a patient. When I’m amputating a limb. When I’m assisting a drug user through the pain of withdrawal. Even the distress of another human being can’t fully pull me from thoughts of her.
But what the hell? How can that woman have such a slutty cunt? I couldn’t believe my eyes when I came home unexpectedly. I was supposed to stay at my own apartment that night. Hell, I even thought about sleeping at the fucking hospital because the ER was a total hellhole that day. An insane pile up on the interstate caused mass injury, and the hospital staff hardly had time to breathe, much less take a piss or catch up on email.
So after my shift, I threw myself into the sack and turned off the lights. But sleep evaded me, even though I was bone-tired, because I wanted to see Kristie. I wanted her lush curves and sweet kisses, and after only a few days of hedonism, I was addicted. After tossing and turning for what felt like the entire night, the battle of wills was lost and I drove home at sixty miles an hour, making like a bat out of hell.
But imagine my surprise when I returned. The house was quiet because it was still the grey hours of dawn, so I tiptoed down the hall to Kristie’s bedroom. The door was ajar, and after I pushed it open, I almost gagged because holy fuck, but bad shit was going on. My dad had his hands all over the young girl’s curves. Not only that, but she was nude and loving it. Kristie’s silky robe hung open, exposing those DD breasts and that swollen, moist cunt. Hell, she was damp and rosy all over, obviously post-coital.
“Nick!” she screamed when she saw me, eyes going wide. “What are you doing back?”
“Son?” my father asked, a stunned look on his features. “Hell, we thought you were on shift at the hospital.”
Of course they did because that was the original plan. But plans change, and I didn’t even say anything. Instead, I backpedaled and got out of there so fast that my hair practically caught fire. Then, I drove like hell on wheels to the hospital and swerved into a parking space before letting out an aggrieved roar.