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)
What the fuck? My fantasies reached incredible heights, and it was a fucking disaster. Sure, I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life but never had I become obsessed with a woman whom I’ve never even touched. I’ve never kissed those soft lips, much less caressed her tender breasts. I’ve never slipped my cock into her tight cunt in the deep of the night, making her moan with pleasure while begging for more. So where the fuck was this going? I was utterly consumed by a seventeen-year-old girl ... and yet Kristie was a hundred percent off limits.
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Kristie
Ilook 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.