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)
Kristie is sleeping with my dad? What the fuck? How long has this been going on?
But rumors have been swirling about them for a long time. Austin high society is fucking cruel, and Steve’s made a lot of enemies over the decades. It’s not his fault. My father is a handsome silver fox, and he’s dated and dumped a lot of socialites ever since Kristie’s mom passed. But the gossip surrounding him never bothered me before – until now.
Because evidently, the ladies were right: Steve has been fucking my stepsister under the table, seeing how familiar they were with each other. Even crazier, Kristie consented to it and slept with me within the same twenty-four hours. She’s a two-timing slut who has no qualms about offering her pussy to a father and son pair, however depraved it sounds.
What the fuck! I let out another scream in the solitude of my car, my hands gripping the wheel with white knuckles. What kind of whore does this? How could I have misjudged her so badly? I was livid with rage, shock, anger, and terror. I threw open the door to my car and stomped straight into the emergency room.
“Dr. Bradley, is everything okay?” a nurse asked, a worried expression on her face. “Do you need medical assistance?”
I ignored her, and went to one of the break rooms before shutting myself in and letting out another thunderous roar. The blonde slut was two-timing me, and I couldn’t process. I needed to rage, scream, yell and throw things, or I needed to put myself into a stupor using narcotics and alcohol. But unfortunately, my pager beeped at that moment, and ultimately it was the ER that forced me back to my senses.
But in the two years since, Kristie’s always in the back of my mind. The beautiful blonde haunts me, and I’d do anything to break the spell. Believe me, I’ve tried. I go on dates with hot interns. I sleep with sassy models who have DD breasts and wide hips. I even slake my lust on busty prostitutes sometimes, happy to throw money at the problem. But it never works, and somehow, visions of the golden vixen always come back to mind. It happens at the weirdest times too, like when I’m administering Narcan to a junkie, or picking up lunch from the local bodega. Kristie’s always somehow circulating in the back of my mind, impossible to ignore.
But it's clear that she’s forgotten me because the truth is that I never meant anything to her. Last I heard, Kristie moved to Vegas to pursue a career as a plus-size model, and that in and of itself has been hell on wheels because she’s been successful. So successful, in fact, that I’m unable to escape her image. She’s present everywhere I turn, and I’ve seen my stepsister’s delicate features on a few billboards, while Milly always shows me her catalogs.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” my little sis burbled, admiring a particularly fetching photo of our gorgeous sister dressed in a skimpy swimsuit. “She’s plus-size, and yet she’s on the cover of this catalog! How impressive!”
“Give me that,” I snarled, snatching the glossy pages from her hands. Then, I devoured the image before throwing it carelessly onto the couch.
“Yeah, I’m glad she’s doing well,” I managed in a nonchalant voice.
“Kristie’s doing better than well!” Milly squealed, picking up the catalog again. “I’m so proud of her for knocking the fashion world off its feet! I just wish she’d come home though. She hasn’t been back in ages, and nothing I say can convince her.”
“She’ll be back,” I say in a low voice. “I’m sure of it.”
“But when?” Milly murmured, still looking at the glossy image of Kristie. “I miss Kris so much.”
Fortunately, Milly’s dreams were answered because my younger sister is getting married, and Kristie’s in attendance for the entire wedding weekend. It’s going to be hell, and I mentally prepared myself for it.
She’s nothing to you, the voice in my head snarled. Just some chick you fucked in the past. Another notch in your bedpost.
Yet when I laid eyes on the golden goddess at the rehearsal dinner last night, my heart clenched. Yes, me, super fucking alpha male Nick Bradley, grew mushy inside at the sight of a woman. Kristie appeared even more beautiful than I remember, clad in a purple outfit that highlighted her big bust and wide hips. She’s put on weight, and it only served to make her more lush and inviting. Ready for action, my cock twitched tellingly in my trousers.
But we didn’t talk at the engagement party, nor at the ceremony this morning. In fact, I think Kristie’s been studiously avoiding me, and I’ve been giving her wide berth as well. Yet my eyes are drawn to that curvy figure. I can’t help but devour her Double D breasts, remembering when I suckled at those hard pink teats. I remember caressing her between her thighs too, my palm soaked with her fluids as she moaned and writhed from the male touch on her cunt. I feel her everywhere, my body inflamed and hard, and yet she’s fucking off limits.