The Crush Page 3

  Yeah, that made more sense. She was probably just trying out her wiles on me in order to catch the eyes of some punk at school. That’s more like it, more plausible I guess, but it didn’t do anything for my over hard dick; plus the fact that I didn’t like that scenario one little bit. Whether she’d intended it or not, she had placed herself in my crosshairs and I’m not the type to back down. Especially not since I’d decided I was more than a little interested. If this was a misunderstanding on my part, then I feel sorry for her ass, because the seed had already been planted and I had her scent now.

  She popped an olive in her mouth and worked it over like I’ve never seen. Forget tying knots in cherry stems with your tongue, what this girl did with an olive pit should be illegal. Whether she was playing or not, my dick was in the game now. I just needed to play my cards right and do things in a way that would work for everyone involved because I was pretty sure that I was gonna be inside her before the night was through. I closed my eyes against the injustice of it all. Who the fuck taught her this shit?

  If she were anyone else I would’ve already fucked her and put myself out of my misery, but she was my dad’s stepdaughter. I was also appreciative of her mother who had come into our lives at a time when I was sure I was gonna lose my dad to depression or worse, and brought him back to himself.

  I’d also grown fond of the little urchin who’d seemed so alone when they first came here. I remember her being rather odd truth be known, always hiding in the shadows. The age gap was too much for us to ever become really close, but whenever I came home on break I made it a point to go out of my way to be nice. By the time she was in her teens I was all but gone from home and out on my own. I didn’t see her that often in the last few years, but I remember her not being that changed when she left for school.

  Now less than a year later I was ready to fuck the pink off her young pussy if she didn’t stop her shit. “Nothing’s going on with me, whatever do you mean? By the way how’s Dee-Dee, that’s her name isn’t it?” She gave me a look that was more shark than little sister and I knew I was in some deep shit.

  “She’s gone.” Why the fuck was she asking me about Dee-Dee? She had just been one in a long line of many who usually lasted no more than three months at the most and this one knows it, she’d ragged me about it enough in the past. “Forget about her, I want to talk about what you’ve been up to since you came home a few days ago.”

  That’s when all hell had broken loose as far as I could tell. The last time I saw Melanie she was Melanie. A sweet, biddable young lady with her head full of schoolwork and whatever the fuck innocent teenage girls thought about all damn day. Then she came home a short while ago and I noticed the change that had turned my shit upside down before she headed out again. Now she was back and worse than fucking ever.

  One year away from home and she’s turned into Lolita. If I ever get my hands on whoever the fuck helped her with the makeover and shit I’ll strangle their ass. My life was on track dammit, things were going just the way I wanted them to and then bam, she’d blindsided me. Just like a fucking female to mess with shit.

  Her hair was the first thing I noticed when I walked through the door a few weeks ago. It was a waterfall of lusciousness instead of the matted tangle of curls she’d always worn. The only reason I’d noticed the hair before the ass was because I hadn’t been expecting what she’d done to her body. Either she’d had implants, or someone had shown her how to workout for the utmost effect.

  I remember feeling the sweat start to bead on my skin, and my collar had grown tight. That’s when she’d turned and looked at me with the new pouty lips and my ship had been sunk. From that day to this she’s been doing little sneaky shit each time we were in the same room together, so there was no mistaking what the fuck was going on.

  For my part, I had been coming by more often than I had since I’d left home all those years ago. I found myself dropping in after work just to get a look at her, and being pissed way the fuck off on the one or two occasions that she wasn’t here. Like she was supposed to sit around waiting for me to show up. I don’t know how I was able to hide the fact that I had lost my fucking head from our parents, but they didn’t seem to have caught on thank fuck. And why would they? They were accustomed to me being level headed after all. I was the golden boy who could do no wrong, who had set his sights on a goal and had been working towards it since my early teens.

  Now instead of focusing on my latest deal, something that I had put my heart and soul into for the last half a year, I was mooning over little miss hot stuff’s ass and other attributes. It had been hell the past couple of days reminding myself that she was the closest thing to a sister that I had, and it wouldn’t be right to bend her teasing ass over somewhere and fuck her into dust. I knew for a fact that as hot as she had me, if I got my hands and other body parts on her, she would be royally fucked.

  I showed up here today with the intentions of behaving myself and putting an end to this madness once and for all. I’m a grown ass man, I can control my dick, and as long as I keep reminding myself that she is the apple of my dad’s eye, I should be able to keep my hands off.

  But she seems to have been aware of my newfound resolve to ignore the signals she’d been sending me all fucking week, because she’d decided to pull out all the stops. Don’t ask me how she knew which buttons to push; I never knew that she knew me that well in that department. I’d always kept my sordid sex life as far away from home and family as possible, but somehow she’d caught on to what I liked and was yanking my shit for all it was worth.

  The white short dress she wore was riding her ass just right and the top was stretched so tight across her chest, that her nipples were making little indentations in the soft material, no bra, fuck my life. Her skin, which was mostly exposed, had the perfect tan to it, and she had her toes painted a cute pink, I’m a painted toes kinda guy. In fact everything about her was put together, unlike the usual tomboyish get-ups I was used to.

  I could hear the others moving around in the rest of the house and knew it was only a matter of time before we were interrupted, probably by one of her many admirers. I should probably have chosen another time and place for this little tete-a-tete, but I was out of time and patience.

  Last night she’d upped the stakes in the game when she’d leaned over after dinner and deliberately given me a shot of her tits. Up until that moment I had been almost able to convince myself that it was all in my head; that this new attitude of hers wasn’t what I had begun to suspect. After all, she had never even hinted at anything even remotely like this before.

  When I’d seen my sweet little stepsister last before the big change, she was still barely able to look me in the eye. I hadn’t been around the first couple of times she’d been back on break, but dad and Cathy, her mom, had kept me up to date in passing. No one had bothered to tell me that she had turned into this bombshell who was set on fucking with me though.

  My good intentions were fading fast that’s for sure, and she wasn’t helping her cause any if she wasn’t really after a good hard fucking, because the sly looks and the pouty lips were about to get her nailed on the nearest flat surface.

  Chapter 2

  MELANIE

  I wonder if he can sense my fear, my uncertainty, or if he could see the slight tremble in my limbs? My heart beat so loudly in my chest it was a wonder the sound didn’t echo off the walls. It was all I could do to keep it together as he all but squared off against me. I knew that if I kept up my secret campaign that eventually he would retaliate, I just wasn’t prepared for the reality of that, who could be? My pseudo big brother packs a punch.

  I was well aware that I was at the precipice of realizing all of my dreams; that the next few words shared between us could be the culmination of four years of yearning. If I didn’t handle this well I could lose and lose big, but now that I was here, I wasn’t quite sure what came next.

  When I’d been home last for those few days, it had been
my big plan to let him know then, but in the end I’d chickened out. He was even hotter than I’d remembered and all I kept thinking was ‘he’d never go for me’. All the exercise and new hairstyles weren’t enough to get him to notice me. I was convinced that he’d never see me as anything but the needy little kid who was always in his shadow whenever he was around. Now here we were and it looked like crunch time.

  I couldn’t show my hand too soon or too easily though; I know how this one works. If I let him trap me like a cat with a mouse, he might toy with me for a while, before consuming me and moving on to the next. It’s the pattern I’d seen time and again over the past eight years, and the one thing I didn’t want for myself.

  No, this game was for keeps. The stakes were high and there was no room for mistakes. Too many lives would be touched if this thing failed. So I had only one shot; here goes. Maybe I should’ve signed up for acting classes before I tackled this because I was so out of my league it wasn’t funny.

  “I’m not sure I know what you mean by what I’ve been up to.” His eyes followed the motion of my hair twirling around my fingertips. I thrust my breasts forward the barest fraction, making sure my ample flesh pressed against the soft cotton of my top.

  When his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his eyes got that glazed over look to them, I knew he’d caught my move. He studied me for the longest while, our eyes locked in silent battle and I saw down to the second the wolf came into his eyes.

  I took an involuntary step back on a loud sigh that I wasn’t in time to prevent escaping, and that look intensified. He advanced and I retreated, using all my willpower not to hold my arm out like a shield, or tuck tail and run. That look! so much heat, what did it mean?

  In the end I got myself stuck between his towering six-foot-one frame and the wall. The heat coming off of him was intense. He was so close I felt the fine hairs of my arm brush against his shirt. And when he lowered his head to my neck and nipped me, just where the pulse beat out of time, his arm had to come around my waist to keep me from falling to the floor on my suddenly weak knees. I clamped my hand over the sting in my neck as liquid pooled between my thighs. All I wanted was to lay myself out at his feet and let him have his way with me.

  Not yet Melanie, it’s all or nothing remember? It took everything I had to slide out from beneath him when my body was at fever pitch. I dare not look at him or the jig as they say, would be up, but boy did I want to jump him. I composed myself or gave it my best shot, before turning to look at him again, but I knew if I stayed there alone with him much longer I would give it all away.

  “I sincerely hope you know what you’re about Mellie.” Just the way he says that name makes my ovaries tremble, and the smoldering look he gave me all but singed every hair follicle on my being. I fought the urge to go to him and let him do all the things his eyes promised, it would be so easy to just give in, but something held me back, the need for more.

  If all I were after was a quick tumble I would go for it, but I wanted a lot more than that, I wanted forever; the thought of how impossible that was almost made me weep. I felt the old tears of frustration begin to gather in the corners of my eyes but battled them back. I wanted him so much, that the pain was a real ache in my heart and my womb. I’d woven so many of my dreams around him, around us, that I would just crawl into a hole and die if he turned me away.

  ***

  I can’t say if it was the first time I’d clapped eyes on him that my life’s dreams had changed. At our first meeting I was a shy, withdrawn introvert who wouldn’t have had the courage to look him in the face long enough to get a sense of who he was.

  But as time went on, I gradually raised my head enough to get a good look, and that, combined with the kindness he’d shown me when he didn’t need to, was the cocktail that worked to turn me into the wanton mess I am now. It had been years in the making that’s for sure, and instead of waning with time it only seemed to grow worse as I got older.

  I’ve lived through girlfriends and close calls for the last eight years. There were times I thought I would die when he would show up with some new beauty on his arm, each one prettier than the last. Thoughts of murder were prevalent in my mind during the dreaded teen years, when I just knew he wouldn’t wait for me the way I daydreamed that he would.

  Of course back then he hardly knew I existed, other than as the awkward daughter of the woman who had married his dad. The age gap between us had limited our contact outside the home, plus the fact that he was already away at school. But whenever he was around that first year he’d gone out of his way to show me kindness.

  Maybe it was then that this great all consuming feeling had blossomed in me for him. Or maybe it started the day I got a good look at him when he stepped out of the shower and had no idea that I could see into the mirror through the small crack in the door.

  Even now the memory of that experience left me breathless. It was my first real look at the male form in all its glory, and it spoiled me for all others. I had no real concept of length and size back then and what they meant. All I know is that that one glance had made my tummy feel weird in a good way and had awakened something in me, something that had never quite been put back to rest.

  I’d hidden myself away in my room for the remainder of that weekend, using my bedroom window to spy on his goings and comings as I dealt with the newly discovered feelings in my young body and heart. From that day until now, I have carried this burn just under the surface of my skin for this one human being.

  No one else has ever been able to come close to making me feel that same longing and many have tried. Sometime around my sixteenth birthday a year later, I blossomed in all the right places. At least to the teenage boys in my high school it appeared so. For me, it was a period of mortification. With the two new hindrances that sprung up on my chest, not to mention the unwanted hair that grew in out of the way places.

  The braces came off, my lashes grew out a lot longer and fuller, and my ass took on a life of its own. I didn’t know what to do with myself back then other than to hide under my clothes. Where I’d been a relative klutz in his presence before, I was now even more awkward. He never once showed any hint of an interest in me of course, that would’ve been way gross, but I sure looked my fill and dreamt of him nightly.

  Funny, now that I think about it, it was perfectly logical for me to crush on him hard, but totally unacceptable for him to do anything about it. That didn’t stop the dreams or the reaction of my body to his nearness over the years though.

  I’ve been extremely lucky in all this time not to let on to him or anyone else how I really felt, except my best friend who’s always known. She’s the one who told me to stop playing around, to just go for it before it was too late. We were both getting older after all and my Nicki is quite a catch, what with his success in his career, and his movie star good looks.

  In a sea of blonde surfer types in our little beach town, he had a full head of jet-black curls that ran riot over his head, set off by a pair of piercing green eyes that changed hue according to his mood. His body as I remember was a work of art, and had only grown better over the years. My friends and even a few frenemies had lusted after him back in the day to my horror. And now that I had a new understanding of what the male physique was all about, I wanted the fulfillment of what had been awakened inside me that long ago day.

  Over the years I’ve seen women come and go, and through the heartache and stomach cramps, I held out hope that he would never love one of them enough to settle down and have a family. I think I would’ve died if that had ever happened, but I lucked out there too.

  Now it was do or die time, my whole future hung in the balance here. Please let me handle this right. He’d been watching me expectantly for the past five minutes as if waiting for me to make the next move. The words played through my head, but I wasn’t quite sure how to get them out. After all these years of rehearsing, and when it came down to it I was stumped.

  “I want to have
your baby.” Oh shit. His jaw clenched and a slash of red covered his high cheekbones as his eyes went to half slits. My mouth went suddenly dry before pooling with saliva that I desperately needed to quench my sudden thirst. Please don’t laugh in my face. It was the only thought that made it past my mortification.

  “Fuck baby. Are you sure?” Huh? Of all the things I’d expected him to say that was not it. I could only nod my head as the reality of what I’d just let slip hit me. My body flashed from hot to cold in quick succession and I felt sick to my stomach, but I held it together. It was out in the open now, there was no way to take it back or pretend. From this day forth this will always be between us. I can throw up later.

  He moved towards me like the predator I had come to see him as, and with just one finger, trailed a path down my cheek to the pulse in my neck, before wrapping that hand around my nape. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it. He studied me for what felt like forever, as he seemed to be battling some inner demon. There was a shift in the air when he appeared to have reached a conclusion. “Be ready after the party.” And with that he turned and left the room. I found the nearest chair and fell into it with a thud as my heart raced and my limbs grew heavy.

  Did that really just happen? And what was after the party, did he mean…? Oh hell. “Okay get a grip on yourself Melanie, you have a room full of people out there who have no idea that your whole world has just been changed with a few words.”

  After I got the butterflies as under control as they were gonna get, I made my way back on shaky legs. He’d said yes, I think that’s what happened, my head felt so light I was in danger of passing out. I made a quick side trip into the bathroom to check my appearance. I really needed a consult with my bestie, but she had a family thing come up at the last minute and couldn’t be here. Just as well, I can’t expect her to hold my hand all the way now can I?