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  The Crush (A stepbrother romance)

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright© 2015 Alison Jordan

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  PROLOGUE

  NICK

  What’s wrong with this kid? She’s so awkward it’s sad. It’s been a month since they moved in and she’s still shy, always giving me looks and shit. I never know what to say to her, I mean why would I? I’ve never had a sister before, and since mom passed a few years ago it’s just been dad and I. Now there were two new females in the house and everyone was trying to adjust.

  Cathy was okay I guess, she keeps my dad happy, one less worry for me, especially since I started college a year early and kind of left him on his own. She wasn’t mom, but no one could be. At least she was nice and friendly, and didn’t try to mother me. At seventeen it was too late for that.

  I’d grown a lot in the years since mom was taken from us I had to. For a while there dad wasn’t looking like he was gonna make it, scared the piss outta me. I had to grow up fast and take care of both of us. That’s when I learned my love for numbers, and playing the market. I was all of sixteen by then and my whole focus changed.

  I still played B-ball and hung with my friends, still tried to bag as much pussy as possible on the weekends, but I was into the trading thing big time. It also helped to bridge the gap that had been growing between dad and I.

  I’d just started my first year at the university when dad started getting serious about the woman he’d been dating for about a year. I think friends had set them up or some shit, and he was worried about how I would feel about another woman in mom’s place.

  I told him to go for it, I needed him to be happy and besides I wasn’t going to be there that much. I was home for the wedding which was a month or so ago, and that was the first time I met Melanie. She was all knees and teeth, with the wildest fucking hair I’ve ever seen outside a cartoon.

  She’s nothing like her mom that’s for sure, kinda timid. I’m glad I wouldn’t be around to deal with this shit for much longer, it gets tiring after a while. I never know where the fuck she is in the house, and places that I was once free to roam in the all natural was now off limits.

  There she goes, hiding in the shadows again, creepy. She peeked around the corner and almost had a heart attack when she saw me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I kept it moving. I wonder what her story is anyway? I know her dad was gone too, and that she was having a hard time with adjusting or some shit, but we haven’t gotten to the point where we’ve actually had a conversation yet, so I’m not sure.

  One look back showed her with slumped shoulders and a look of dejection on her face. Where the fuck is her mom?

  “Hey kid.” I felt bad for some fucked up reason, maybe because of my not so kind thoughts about her. I had a hot piece of ass waiting to break-in my new ride, but I couldn’t leave her like this. Our parents were usually caught up in each other and I was never home, and the poor kid had nothing doing. “You wanna shoot some hoops?” What the fuck, did I have a brain freeze or some shit?

  She gave me this owlish look from behind wire-rimmed glasses and it did something fucked up to my heart. She reminded me of this little baby bird I’d rescued once. He’d fallen out of the nest and been separated from his mama and the rest of his family. He was the most pitiful thing I ever saw. She reminded me of Sparrow. I was about to break some kind of code here. Me Nick Moretti college jock; was about to pass up pussy to babysit my new stepsister. No one would believe it.

  I should’ve known then, but how could I?

  ***

  MELANIE

  Whoa, say what now? First of all I didn’t even know he knew I existed. Trust me, the quintessential geek, to get stuck with a jock for a brother. He hasn’t been rude or anything since our parents tied the knot, but it’s painfully obvious that we’re from two completely different galaxies.

  Add the fact that I was new here, had no friends, and was known to run from my own shadow and…well…you get the picture. Now he was asking me to play instead of running around with his friends, or one of the million girls who’s always hanging around him.

  “Okay sure.” I’ve lost my mind, I didn’t know the first thing about the stupid game, but I knew I liked being around him, I liked the way it made me feel. Since my dad had passed away, there was something missing, some void that nothing seemed able to fill. The more time passed, the sadder I became and the more withdrawn. Now we’d moved all this way and I felt even more lost, except when Nicki was around. As shy as I am around him, I would suffer through every moment of angst just to be with him.

  ***

  MELANIE (2 years later)

  My heart was beating uncontrollably in my chest. Somehow I knew that I was on the brink of something big. I had no idea what, but my sixth sense warned me that something monumental was coming. Mom would say I was being fanciful, that my imagination was running away with me again, but I knew.

  I crept down the hallway not sure why it was exactly that I was being so quiet, but something, some instinct told me to be as quiet as I possibly could. He and I were alone in the house so I knew that whatever it was it had to involve him, and that was fine by me.

  I liked when it was just us, though I never really let on. I’d be mortified if he ever knew just how much I was growing to like and depend on his company, those little snippets of kindness he’s always showing me whenever he’s around.

  I don’t know quite what I expected, but never in a million years would my first guess have been what I saw. It started out innocent enough, I could hear Nick’s baritone as he sang in the shower. The corners of my lips twitched because he was horrid. I clapped my hand over my mouth to squelch my squeal of laughter that always embarrassingly ends in a snort, and it was a good thing I did.

  I think I stood there transfixed for all of two minutes before my feet got the message to move. Just in time too or I would’ve had a lot of embarrassing explaining to do. As it was, I made it into my room in the knick of time and jumped under my covers willing my heart to calm down.

  That day set off a chain of events in my life that would stay with me forever, like the ever-burning flame of Olympus.

  ***

  NICK

  I wonder where the hell owl went? I’ve been home for a couple days already, and other than the first day when she was a little more sociable than usual I haven’t seen her. I had some of my old crew coming over to hang since my place was closest to the water, but I was looking forward to spending some time with her.

  I’d actually missed her when I went away, and found myself sending her stupid shit I think she’d like when I found something on line or some shit. She was still shy with everyone, but I noticed that in the last couple of years, on the rare occasions that I made it home, she was a lot more open with me.

  The crew started showing up, along with a couple girls that I had my eye on. At nineteen I was even more pussy hungry than I was at seventeen and sixteen, and after the school work was socked away, I was on the hunt. Not that I had to do too much of that, because word of mouth is still the best promo, and chicks love to talk. I’m still selective with my shit though, and I try not to make a pig of myself, but damn college is a whole other world.

  I finally saw her when we were headed down to the water. “Hey owl, where were you?” Why the hell was she blushing and trying to disappear? Damn, it must be the company. I forgot how much she hates being around strangers. I was actually torn
between keeping my plans and ditching them to hang with my owl.

  “Hey Nick who’s the strange bird?” One of the chicks made that remark and the others chimed in. Are people really that fucking inconsiderate? I hope to fuck I never was. I looked over at the ass and tried glaring her into silence, before turning back to owl.

  “Hey don’t mind her what’s wrong?” She shook her head and refused to look at me when I walked over. I could see that she was upset but she’d been acting strange before this so something was up. “The rest of you go on, I’ll be right there.”

  Giselle or Gabrielle or whatever the hell her name was came over and attached herself to my arm, making owl take a step back. “What’s with the hair?” She reached out and tugged on a spiral of owl’s hair. “Eww, it’s like dog wire.” The rest of her friends thought that shit was funny, I didn’t.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Don’t touch her.” I pushed her hand away roughly and got between the two of them. No one was more surprised by my outburst than me, but I didn’t like the way she seemed to cower from the other girl.

  “Chill Moretti it was just a joke.”

  “Ha-ha get the fuck out of here.” She wasn’t looking so pretty anymore, at least not to me.

  “It’s a public beach asshole.”

  “I’ll drown you sure as fuck if you don’t get the fuck outta here right fucking now.” Don’t ask me why I was so pissed, I just was.

  “It’s okay Nicki I didn’t know you guys were out here.” I realized I had her hand in mine when she tried to pull away. But instead of letting her go, I pulled her up beside me. When the others saw that I was serious as a fucking heart attack, they started telling Giselle or who the fuck ever about herself, until she flounced away in a snit.

  I kept owl with me the rest of the day, drawing her out of her shell, though she kept giving me weird ass looks when she thought I wasn’t looking. But I didn’t think too much of it though, that’s just my owl.

  ***

  NICK (2 years later)

  What was that noise? I stopped stroking into the little co-ed nymph beneath me long enough to hear if it came again. Nothing! She dug her nails into me just right and I forgot all about the noise and concentrated on enjoying the first fuck session I’ve had since I came home a whole week ago.

  Dad and his wife had finally gone out to dinner and Melanie was off somewhere with her annoying gaggle of friends. Melanie, I missed a stroke with the thought of my little stepsister. I maybe should spend some more time with her this summer. Poor thing, she just seemed more and more lost every year. Sometimes I think she waits for the times I come home, which is sad, because after this summer break I’m heading out on my own.

  Samantha was really starting to get into it so my mind went back to the pussy again. She probably won’t last the whole summer, but she wasn’t half bad and she liked to fuck. I heaved a happy sigh and went to town, pulling out all the stops and giving her what she was so boisterously asking for. Damn she’s loud as fuck. Lucky thing no one else was around for this shit.

  I felt empty when it was all said and done, empty and a whole lot frustrated. Shit, I better go check on Mellie she should be getting back from her friend’s any minute. “You’ve got to go, I have to go see about my little sister.”

  “What? But I thought.” She pouted and fluffed her hair but the fizz had died.

  “Yeah, me too.” I pulled my shirt on over my head and shoved my feet in my loafers. We live in a beach town and summer is the busiest season of course, with lots of strange people coming to our little haven for sun and surf. I wasn’t too comfortable with the sun going down and me not knowing where my little owl was.

  ***

  NICK (4 years later)

  She can’t be doing what I think she’s doing. “Owl you okay?”

  “Of course.” I wasn’t too sure but held my tongue while she went back to reading. I’d found myself gravitating to my dad’s house three days in a row, haven’t done that shit since I bought my own place four years ago or so.

  I was hard pressed to admit that my reasons for doing this might be the bombshell now draping herself across the lounge chair next to the pool; where the fuck had she come from? Four years ago, after I moved out, we had stopped seeing each other as often. Not that we did much of that in the past since I was away at school, but at least we saw each other on the rare occasions I came home back then.

  I guess this is what happens when you don’t see someone for a while, they go and change on your ass. I’m not quite sure what my deal was, I mean this town is full of beach bunnies in half dress so why the fuck am I suddenly in this one’s shadow?

  She did that adjusting the bikini shit again for the one-hundredth time and I was about to lose my shit. Where the fuck did she get those tits, and that ass? More to the point, why the fuck did it seem like she was trying to torment me with this shit?

  She left here a year or so ago the same old owl. Shy, introverted and afraid of her damn shadow. For the past eight years I’ve known she was there but she was never a bother. I did things with her in the beginning, when she was no more than eleven or twelve, but then life interfered and that age gap between us didn’t leave much room for maneuvering. There’s no way either one of our parents were gonna appreciate me taking her along on some of my jaunts.

  I don’t know how it happened or why, but she’s no longer my owl. I felt a pinch of sadness at that, but had to admit this new her was something. And you shouldn’t be thinking that shit Nick, it’s sick, she’s your sis…actually no, she’s not.

  “Come on kids time to eat.” Her mom called out to us as dad came around the corner with a platter of meat in his hands. I had to give myself a little extra time before getting to my feet for obvious fucking reasons. This shit has got to stop; this was the second or third time I’d caught a boner watching her.

  It started the first day she came home. By chance I was heading over to dad’s for some tool or the other, I can’t remember now because since this shit started I can barely hold a thought. Anyway, I got to the house and saw this stranger leaning into the fridge. For some reason I noticed the hair; it was an amazing color and fell just right down her back. That glorious mane led my eyes to an ass that was perfectly molded by the tight white shorts it was stuffed into.

  I bit my lip and reminded myself that I had a girlfriend or the equivalent to one. I never knew what to call the women I ran around with, because I deliberately never chose anyone that there was a snowball’s chance in hell I’d let have my kids. That sounds kind of harsh, but I just wasn’t ready for the settling down gig. I saw my dad totally destroyed after mom died when I was fifteen, hardest fucking thing I ever lived through. But yeah back to the beauty in dad’s kitchen…

  She came out of the fridge and I got a good look at her face and almost fell flat on mine. “Owl?” That didn’t even sound like my voice, more like a frog’s croak or a dying bird or some shit. The smile she gave me was so grown up that I felt the loss of something. My little owl was gone for sure; in her place was a fucking knockout.

  “Hi Nicki.” This walking billboard for erectile dysfunction, or basically the cure for any male genital complaint walked over and kissed my cheek. I got pissed the fuck off and don’t ask me why. Seriously, whose idea was it to turn her into my…your what?

  I cleared my throat and asked for the others who had stepped out for some reason or another, fuck if I know what she said. I was still trying to process the no glasses, no wiry hair shit. The braces had been off for a few years already, besides, I wasn’t even trying to fuck with her teeth. The rest of her though! Fuck me why.

  ***

  It was day three and nothing had changed, in fact the shit had grown worse. I was over here every fucking day like Pavlov’s dog looking for treats, and she was doling them out like a stingy absentee landlord. Today though I felt like something was going to break.

  The parents were talking about how nice it was to have everyone home at the same time like
I was a teenage boy instead of a twenty-five year old man. Owl, excuse me, Melanie, was breathing, which meant my ass was in trouble, and why the fuck did I come here again? Oh yeah, because you think she’s on your dick.

  You see, last night I kinda realized that she was doing some looking and maybe a little flirting of her own. At first I didn’t know what to do with that shit. It was one thing for me to have my secret perv going on, but thinking that she might be feeling the same changed up the whole program. I haven’t had a plausible thought in three fucking days. It’s a wonder my business haven’t gone belly-up in the time she’s been back, because I can’t remember what the fuck I did yesterday except think about her.

  I’m so fucked I haven’t even been able to look at another pussy and that shit is just not fucking right. I was going along fine here, no real cares in the world. My job was more like a hobby, what with the Internet and my penchant for numbers and knowing how to read the market, I was pretty much set. It didn’t hurt that my mom and dad’s network of friends and relations were more than willing to give me a shot in the beginning. And now that I had proven myself in the last three years or so, my clientele had grown exponentially.

  My companion was more than passable and though she had been losing her mind lately, I was okay as long as the sex was hot. Now I can’t even enjoy that shit because I keep seeing my no longer so little stepsister in my fucking head. I’ve spent the last few days trying to figure shit out, like there was no longer any point in hiding from the facts and the truth is, I want her like a son of a bitch, fuck.

  The situation would be fucked to say the least. Just how do you go from being someone’s big brother to lover? And why the fuck do you wanna know? In the end it didn’t matter though, because the next day she was gone. Just like that. After teasing the fuck out of me for three whole days she just up and left. It was only after she was gone that I became convinced that she’d been teasing my ass and that it hadn’t been my imagination.