Page 18 of Stepbrother Obsessed

I start. What the hell? I had no idea my dad was such a dirty motherfucker, but then I stop myself.Of courseI know that he’s a dirty motherfucker because he fucked my stepsister multiple times like it was no big deal.FUCK!

Rage fills my vision, and I close my eyes momentarily, trying to control my emotions. I’ve worked for two years to quell my anger at Steve because he’s my father, and family will always be family. Besides, the man continues to insist that nothing happened, and I don’t want to go over it again. I don’t want to hear his lies because it’ll just piss me off. Plus, to add insult to injury, Steve’s health is failing. I don’t want him to have a fucking conniption and die while we’re out here in the City of Sin.

Plus, I feel like I owe him. Not just for being my dad, and putting a roof over my head when I was young, but because I was in a bad accident after leaving Milly’s wedding. No one knows what happened exactly, but the police report says that I lost controlof my vehicle and slammed head-on into a semi coming in the opposite direction. I should have died, but by some miracle I didn’t. Iwasbadly injured, however, and Steve and Milly were the ones who nursed me through my recovery. If it hadn’t been for my father’s care, I would be still be in a full-body cast instead of enjoying a vacation in Vegas.

So I blank out. I’m watching the auction as girls are trotted out one by one, but I’m not really present. Instead, I sip my drink and let my thoughts wander. What’s Kristie doing right now? Is she catching a reality show? Enjoying a nightcap with friends?

She’s probably on a date with some douche, my mind hisses.Your stepsister’s gorgeous, and this is the City of Sin. People hook up relentlessly here.

Right. I put my tumbler down, feeling nauseous suddenly. What the fuck. This was a bad idea and I make to get up as my stomach roils. But then, a new girl steps into the limelight, and I pause for a moment, my heart racing. Is it...? Could it be...?

Sure enough, she reaches Phyllis’s side and turns, and that’s when my jaw drops.

It’s Kristie.

My long-lost stepsister is being auctioned tonight, like a common whore.

She’s breathtaking, of course. She’s clad in a white frothy thing that doesn’t cover much, her big bust on display with her long legs shown off to full effect, encased in sparkly silver heels. Phyllis says something to Kristie, and slowly, the white dress slips off those narrow shoulders, revealing her huge, Double D tits. Holy fuck, have they gotten bigger? I gasp, my crotch jerking as Phyllis continues to speak, her lips moving silently.

Then, the dress slips off to drop onto the ground, and I let out a low moan. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Kristie’s got a silver g-string on, and as I watch, she bends over and peels it off, revealing smooth pink puffy lips. She’s as bare as a baby, and my dick spurts on its own, unable to contain itself. My sister is offering her curves for sale – to the highest bidder, of course.

Still, what the fuck?Whyis my stepsister being auctioned? I thought she had a modeling career here in Vegas, but clearly said career isn’t going well if Kristie’s literally selling her body. Meanwhile, I can sense my dad bidding as the clicking noise of his device hits my ears.

“That a girl,” he chortles. “Turn around. Yessss, do a three sixty for your daddy. Let me see that pretty pussy and tight, tight asshole.”

What the fuck?I knew that Steve’s a pervert but clearly, his depravity is even worse than I previously thought.

“She’s yourdaughter!” I spit at him, unable to contain my rage anymore. “What the hell?”

“Kristie’s an adult,” Steve shrugs, not even bothering to look at me. His gaze is fixed on the nude young woman outside, now cupping her breasts in invitation to unseen buyers. “She makes her own choices. It’s not like we’re biologically related, anyways.”

He clicks again, his features malevolent in the darkness of the booth. I want to dropkick this motherfucker before taking him by the shoulders and smashing his head against the booth window until brains slobber down the glass. But I stop because there’s one surefire way to fuck him up. I jam my finger on theclicker so that it’s a continuous push, and sure enough Phyllis’s eyes go wide outside as she lets out a gasp.

“A wonderful bid from Booth 12! We’re at seven hundred thousand and counting gentlemen! Now eight hundred! Now nine! Now a million!” she almost screams with delight, the red numbers before her flickering like wildfire. “We’re going to set a record tonight, gentlemen! I can feel it!”

But I don’t give a shit because no one’s outbidding me, much less my own father. My thumb stays firm on the buzzer as Kristie looks towards our booth with consternation and a bit of fear on those lovely features. I know she can’t see me, but immediately, the urge to calm her down is first and foremost on my mind.

Relax, sweetheart,the voice whispers.I’m coming to rescue you. There’s no reason to be afraid because you’re mine. Mine, mine, mine.

By now, Steve’s now clicking his device with rapid-fire movements. His thumb ricochets up and down, and even he shakes the small handheld like it’s broken.

“What the fuck?” he whines. “This thing is shit!”

But Steve won’t give up. Instead, he tries to depress it with his index finger instead, and grows red in the face with the desperate movements. He even clasps the clicker between his thighs, his finger doing a quick drill as sweat breaks out on his brow.

“This thing is broken!” he wails. “What the fuck?”

By now, Phyllis is almost singing outside.

“We’re at two million,” she crows. “Two five, three, three five... do I hear four? Or five? Five million for the gorgeous young ladyup on stage! Did I mention that Kristie is an in-demand plus-size model, with a specialty in sexy lingerie? Maybe she’ll model some of it for you!” Then, Phyllis lets out one final yelp.

“Ten million!” she screams wildly, almost doing a jig on stage. “Ten million going once ... twice... three times! To the gentleman in Booth 12. Bravo! What a wonderful purchase! Excellent choice, sir!” she says, saluting me through the darkness.

But as I drop the clicker, breathing hard, a moan penetrates my fog. I look over and see my dad on the floor, clutching his chest with an agonized expression on his florid features.

“Son,” Steve wheezes. “I think I’m having a heart attack. Help!”

Do I help or not? On the one hand, I’m an ER doctor. On the other, there’s no doubt in my mind that my father is a fucking predator – with my gorgeous stepsister as his victim.

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