Page 2 of Stepbrother Obsessed

“No, it’s fine, honey. I’m driving the cough down and out. I know it sounds strange, but that’s how you get rid of these things. Besides, don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’m married to a doctor now, so Steve will make sure I come out of this a hundred percent healthy.”

But my childish instinct had been right from the start. Jennifer wasn’t just fighting a cough. She was fighting the Big C, and in the end, there was nothing that her husband, nor any doctor, could do. Within a year, my mother was gone, leaving me to live with the Bradleys.

“You’ll be fine,” Jennifer reassured me in a whisper on her death bed, her thin frame gaunt and desiccated. “I’ve asked Steve to look out for you. You’re my daughter, and I trust him.”

My panic was approaching a breaking point.

“But Mommy, I don’tknowthese people! Don’t leave me!” I cried in a panic, tears pouring down my cheeks. “Don’t go, Mommy, please!”

But my rising distress only caused the nurse to usher me out of the room, and soon, Jennifer was in the ground and I was left tolive with people I hardly knew. I was withdrawn, shocked, and stunned, all at the tender age of eleven.

I don’t remember that much about the ensuing months. The Bradleys were kind enough, I suppose. Steve was still working long hours as a surgeon then, and Nick was already in college and prepping for medical school. Neither man was around, leaving me and Milly to our own devices, and I suppose it was Milly who saved me, the same way she leapt to Freddie’s rescue. My half-sister has always been spunky, determined, and utterly irrepressible. She’s Huckleberry Finn mixed with Pippi Longstocking, and her bubbly manner helped me pull me out of my depression. With her coaxing, I came out of my shell, slowly but surely, and Milly and I have been more than friends since then – we’ve become real sisters.

Which is part of the reason why I’m back in Austin for Milly’s wedding. She begged and pleaded, and ever the softie, I relented. I splurged and booked a plane ticket and hotel room for the wedding, even as my heart hammered crazily in my chest. Willhebe there? Will Nick be a guest? One of the groomsmen, even?

Of course he will, the voice in my head whispered.He’s the brother of the bride, silly. There’s no way he’s going to miss the event.

The knowledge only made my heart race faster, my thoughts whirling at a million miles an hour. My packing went into a frenzy, and at the last minute, I threw in some racy lingerie as well as a few revealing bikinis, telling myself that it’s part of my job as a model to look good at all times, even for a family event. There will absolutely be cameras present, and it’s my duty to build my personal brand.

But inside, I know the sexy outfits are in case I see my dark, handsome stepbrother again. I want to look ravishing for Nick Bradley ... even though he broke my heart and left me shattered.

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Nick

Where is she? I know Kristie’s already landed because Milly was over-the-top excited about the impending arrival of our stepsister.

“Kris is coming, Kris is coming,” my sister chanted happily while practically doing a jig. “I can’t wait! I still don’t get it either. Why hasn’t she been home in so long? It’s been two years since she moved to Vegas, and I get that she’s pursuing a modeling career which is super-competitive. But we haven’t seen her in ages!”

Actually, I haven’t seen Kristie in two years, two months, and eighteen days, to be precise. I know because I’ve been counting. My beautiful stepsister’s been the bane of my existence ever since she turned seventeen, and has haunted my thoughts non-stop since we locked eyes at a house party.

It was crazy. I was on break from medical school, and totally burned out. My rotations had been hell, and I was seriouslythinking about quitting because it wasthatbad. I could no longer stand the wailing of people in pain, nor the sight of blood squirting ten feet across an emergency room. Yes, that has literally happened before. A human heart is capable of incredible propulsive power, and I’ve witnessed red fluid fly across the room like a sprinkler gone berserk more than once.

But it was more than the stories of gore and blood. It’s the depressing aspect of being an ER doctor. Most people visualize the job as something out of a sitcom, and thereareparts that are accurate. Yes, we hardly have enough time to go to the bathroom. Yes, our work can be rewarding, in addition to frustrating, agonizing, and just plain fucked-up.

But it’s the sheer lack of hope that wears you down. The perpetually homeless, looking for a temporary roof, even if it’s in our waiting room. The drug addicts, trying to get a fix from the hospital supply. The down and out, who have no place to go despite paying taxes for years, if not decades. Add into that mix the American health care system, and it’s a sure-fire recipe for a fucking dumpster fire, not to mention the burn-out of the hospital staff.

So I was in a bad place when I arrived at the house party. I was gaunt, exhausted, and looking to drown my depression in a pint of vodka while simultaneously sating my cock between two huge, soft breasts and a pretty, wet pussy. Even better, when I stepped into my bud Mark’s house, I glimpsed the perfect target. There was a woman facing away from me chatting with someone, but her profile was alluring. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and I could make out the narrowness of her waist as well as the heavy roundness of a big breast. Wide hips and thick thighs capped off the picture, and my dick stirred in my pants.

Down boy, I thought mentally.We just made an entrance. There’s no rush.

Yet my eyes were glued to the beautiful blonde goddess. The steep arch of her back was utterly feminine, and as I watched, she tipped her head back with laughter, her plush lips parting as her cheeks flushed pink with mirth. Yep. She was the perfect target.

But my buddy interrupted my salacious thoughts.

“Yo yo,” Mark called from across the room before coming over to thump me on the back. “What up, dude? You surviving? Thanks for saving the world, by the way.”

I grimaced.

“Barely,” was my mutter. Then without missing a beat, I jerked my head towards the blonde.

“Introduce me.”

Mark looked a little surprised, but he turned and looked in the direction I was indicating.

“Yeah? To whom? I know most people here. I mean, peeps brought friends of course, and there are always fucking friends of friends—”

“The blonde by the fireplace. Who else? Every other woman here is a troll by comparison.”

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