Pistol: A Stepbrother Romance (4 page)

              After about 30 minutes Jonathan suggested we eat the food we prepared.

              We placed the food on the table and poured the drinks.  Jonathan pressed the intercom button on the wall and said, "Honey, time to eat."

              Jonathan seated himself at the table.  "My daughter's studying for a big exam.  Sorry she didn't come down earlier to help out."

              We sat at the table and waited for Jonathan's daughter.  Within 20 seconds I heard a door shut and a brunette started walking down the stairs.  I couldn't quite make out her face, but she looked familiar.

              As she came closer and closer I recognized her immediately.  It couldn't be.

              "Carly.  Hey.  How's everything?"

              "Pete.  Woah.  What are you doing here?"

              "About to eat dinner with you and your dad."

              Jonathan laughed.

              "That's not my daughter.  Carly, I didn't know you were here.  How are you?"

              "Good Mr. Fulbright.  How are you?"

              "Good.  Thank you.  How is the studying going?"
 

              "Pretty good.  It's a tough exam, but I think we're going to do OK."

              "Great to hear."

              "Sorry, but I have to run.
              "No problem.  Can we fix you a to go plate?"

              "Thanks, but my dad's barbequing right now.  I definitely need to save my appetite."

              "Good plan.  OK, let me show you out."

              Jonathan walked Carly to the door.
              I had known Carly since we were kids.  Never paid her too much attention.  When she was young somebody had noticed her in Denver in a shopping mall and next thing she was in Milan modeling.  She loved the clothes and the fashion, but missed the Colorado outdoors lifestyle.

              She came back about six months ago.  She wanted to help kids.  Travel the world as a human rights attorney one day.

              She also wanted me.  She had been calling me about taking a ride on my bike since the day she got back.  I just couldn't get past my history with her dad so I let it go.

              Her dad was a teacher where we went to school.  He took me aside one day and gave me some tough love advice.  He knew I didn't have a father and needed some discipline.  I listened to him dismissively, kind of pissed off.  Who does this guy think he is?  But when I got home I really thought about what he said.  I was glad he wanted to help me out.  Set me straight.  It meant a lot to me.  Once in awhile after class I would pretend to be working on something past the bell.  Once everyone cleared the room I would ask him some questions about life.  He was really cool.  Always helped me out.  Never asked for anything in return.
              One time I got a text on my phone from an unknown number.  Congratulating me on my first solo skydive.  Had no idea who it was from until Monday at school.  Asked him how he got my number.  He just said he had his ways.  He was expecting big things of me.  Made me feel like somebody had my back.  Like an older brother.  One of the reasons I first started to consider the Marines or some sort of military service or brotherhood type of lifestyle.

              Carly was his daughter.  I respected her dad way too much to even think about doing something with her unless I was 100% sure it had future potential.  Everybody knew I wasn't about a future with any girls so why pretend?  Especially in the face of a guy who had done me right.  No way.  No honor in that.

              Suddenly the kitchen door swung open.  I couldn't believe it.

              "Does anybody need ..."

              The ice bucket hit the floor.  Ice went everywhere.

              I sat there stunned.  Staring at her.  Our eyes locked.

              "Quite an entrance," Jonathan said.

              Pete.  This is my daughter, Emily.

              My mom stood up and gave Emily a hug.

              "Hey sweetie.  How have you been?"

              "Great, Abby.  You?"
              "Great.  Thanks.  Glad you can finally meet my son.  Pete come say hello."

              I pushed my chair back and walked over to Emily.  She seemed just as shocked as I was.

              I offered a handshake.

              "Pleasure to meet you, Pete."

              "Good to meet you, Emily."

              "To us," Pete raised his glass.  "To us," we all replied and took a sip.

              "Also, Emily is celebrating her birthday," Pete said.

              "Congratulations," Abby said.

              "You must be about my age," I asked.  Now I had to know.

              "Pete, you never ask a girl her age," my mom intervened.

              "It's OK, Abby.  I turned 18 on Sunday."

              What a relief.

              "That's really close to Pete's," my mom said.  "He just turned 18 last month"

              At dinner our parents took turns raving about us.  It was awkward to say the least.

              After dinner we cleaned up.

              Jonathan and Abby went to the living room.  Emily and I were standing by the window finishing our drinks.

              "Pete, Abby and I are going to watch a movie.  There's a bed for you upstairs in one of the empty rooms.  It's already prepared.  Mi casa es tu casa.  Please make yourself at home.  There are towels out back by the pool.  There should be some spare trunks out there that I've never used.  They'll probably fit you OK."

              "Thanks, Mr. Fulbright."

              "And don't worry.  The pool is heated.  It will be plenty warm.  Please, enjoy."

              "OK.  Thank you."

              "And we'll probably fall asleep soon.  Don't worry about us."

              "OK.  Thanks."

              Emily looked at me.  Then giggled.

              "We should talk."

              "Uh.  Yeah."

              I'm standing in the shallow end of the pool.  Emily in front of me.  There are lights all around the pool, under the water.  They're bluish white.  It makes her white bikini look even that much sexier.

              All I can think about is kissing her.  Immediately I'm hard as a rock.

              Emily takes a step towards me.

              "Don't."

              "Don't what?"

              "Don't come any closer."

              "Why?"

              She looks amazing.  All I can think about is all the things we can do in this pool.  All night.  Jonathan and Abby just inside.

              "I don't think I can control myself."

              "Yes you can.  Don't be crazy."

              Fuck it.  I dive under the water.  Emily sees this and takes off swimming in the other direction.  Too late.  I come up from underneath.  Lifting her up out of the water on my shoulders and following through to launch her all in one movement.
              I swim to her.  Grab her.  Pull her body against mine.  Look her in the eyes.  Bring my mouth down hard on hers.  She whimpers.  I feel her body melt into me.

              I'm touching her body.  Caressing her soft skin.  I reach up and pull her hair.  Her head moves to the side.  She lets out a moan.  Her back arches.

              We continue kissing.  Her tongue finds mine.  I push her up against the pool.  I can't contain myself.  I want to ravish her.

              I'm kissing her so hard when I pull away she gasps for air.  I'm still pulling her hair.  He head angled.

              I kiss her neck.  Looking down I see her big, beautiful tits.  The same tits I saw yesterday in that pink tank top.  Today, there's more to see.  Through the wet, white swimsuit, I can see her areolas.  I can see her nipples are rock hard.  My chest is beating so hard I think I'm going to have a heart attack.

              "Whatever you're thinking.  Don't."

              "But -"

              I put my finger over her lips.  I slide my index finger into her mouth.  She moves her head forward to take it all in.  She sucks it again.  When she pulls back I slip in a second finger.  She slides forward again.  Fuck I'm so fucking hard right now.

              I slide in two more fingers.  All four in her mouth.  My thumb under her chin.  My rock hard manliness pressing into her mid section.  I let go of her hair with my other hand and pull the string on the back of her swimsuit.  The strings fall.

              The triangle top was so tight it had her perfect tits secured perfectly in place.  Now that the back is untied the triangles move up and to middle.  Her epic tits there in my face.
              I dive into them.  Head first I suck on her right nipple.  My left hand under her breast forcing it into my mouth.  She moans.  Then twists her body more toward my side.  I squeeze her breast harder.  She breathes out hard.

              "I want you"

              "Say it again."
              "I want you."
              "Again."

              "I want you."
 

              "Where do you want me?"

              "Inside me."

              "I'm going to run my tongue over ever fucking inch of your incredible body.  Then I'm going to put it inside your pussy until you come in my face.  Then I'm going to flip you over and fuck you from behind so hard your ass is going to be red for a week."

              "Promise?"
              "Promise."

              She exhales hard.

              I run my tongue along her neck.  Down the nape of her neck and onto her breasts.  Over to her arm.  Kissing her elbow and upper arm as I go.  I give a bite to her shoulder.  She moans.  I kiss her hard on the mouth.  I reach down and grab both of her thighs and lift her legs.  She wraps them around my back.  I pull her in hard and kiss her even harder.  I grab her by the waist and sit her on the side of the pool.