Page 19 of Stepbrother Obsessed

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Nick

In the end, I assisted Steve through his medical emergency. You know, the Hippocratic Oath, and all that. I administered chest compressions while simultaneously calling for Club Duality staff, and within minutes, a private doctor was in the booth. My dad got the quality health care that hedoesn’tdeserve, and I grit my teeth at the memory. I’m not sure where our relationship goes next, but after seeing my dad bid on my stepsister, I’ve reached the last straw. Steve Bradley is a perverted douche, and I wish his blood didn’t run through my veins.

But now, it’s time for me to claim Kristie, and I stalk softly down a carpeted hallway within the compound. They told me it would be the last door on the right, and sure enough, when I knock, a small voice murmurs, “Come in.”

I open the door and Kristie immediately catches my gaze. She stands up, clad only in a thin silk robe while nervously bitingher bottom lip. I’m struck by how young she looks. How old is my stepsister now? Twenty-one? Twenty-two? Yet she appears hardly more than a child despite her lush curves. It’s the innocence of her features, although her gaze is plenty wary right now.

“Nick,” she says in a faint voice. “They told me that a Nick Bradley was my buyer, and I figured it was you. Who else could it be?”

I let myself into the small room before shutting the door behind me. I hardly see the furnishings, save for a massive king-size bed pushed against the wall made up with pristine white sheets and a heavy duvet. Perfect, because I don’t need more than a bed. Fuck that. I could fuck Kristie on the floor, and that would be enough.

But she’s trembling, and two spots of pink color have appeared on her cheeks, so I try to stay calm. Desire rages in my gut, and my cock’s already hard like a diamond, but I can’t just pounce on her like some scumbag. Kristie still means something to me, even after her slutty deeds, and I won’t let myself tear that soft flesh to pieces.Yet.

So I give her an even look.

“Yes, I won the auction,” I acknowledge in a smooth tone.

She nods, still worrying that plush bottom lip.

“Did you know I was going to be sold?” she asks in a hesitant voice.

“No,” I reply immediately. “Hell, I didn’t know Club Duality existed until just recently. This entire evening has been a surprise.”

She nods again, her cheeks still burning.

“Well, I suppose we can get on with it,” she manages in a choked voice, unable to meet my gaze. “No conversation necessary. Youdidpurchase me, after all.”

Then, before I can stop her, she unties the sash of her robe and the silken material falls to the ground. I inhale sharply because she’s even more beautiful than when I saw her outside. Her big breasts are even larger than I remember, the ivory orbs lusciously full with hard pink tips. Her waist narrows elegantly, before spreading into wide hips, and the pink slit of her cunt glistens in the low lights.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I moan, already unzipping my pants. “Holy shit, baby. You’re so beautiful—”

But then I stop in my tracks because am I seeing things? I step closer, gently running my fingers up and down silvery tracks that snake over her belly and thighs.

“Are these what I think they are?”

“They’re nothing!” Kristy says in a panicked voice, her eyes wide. “Nothing at all!”

But I know what I’m seeing, and my fingers dance delicately against the silver stripes. Her skin is soft, yet also burning with heat, and her nipples are hard and taut even as she speaks again.

“It’s nothing,” she babbles. “I gain and lose weight fast because of my work as a model. They always want a new size, and the rapid weight changes took a toll on my body.”

But I’ve been with a lot of women, and I know what I’m looking at.

“Yes, weight gain will do that,” I murmur, my eyes glued to the soft flesh of her belly. “But Kristie, this is more than just run ofthe mill weight gain. I know what I’m looking at. You’ve had a baby.”

At first, it seems that the young woman is going to protest. She’s going to deny it, and say something to the negative. But then she looks down at the tell-tale marks on her belly again, and sighs.

“Yes,” she murmurs, her shoulders slumping as those glossy blonde strands drift over her shoulders. “I had a baby, and he’s beautiful, Nick. Riley is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I tilt her chin up to me with a gentle finger, staring into her limpid blue eyes as my heart begins to accelerate. Yet I keep my voice calm.

“Tell me,” I murmur. “Is the baby mine?”

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, those long lashes perfect half-moons on her rounded cheeks. But then, they open once more, and her gaze is direct and powerful.

“Yes, Nick. I had your child last year. Riley is your son.”

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