Page 8 of Stepbrother Obsessed

But the next day, I rose with my mind made up. I was going to turn down Busby Modeling. So what if they’re the premiere plus-size agency in the States, if not the world? So what if they’d already promised me look-sees with some of the best brands and designers? So what if they’d already booked a professional photographer to take my headshots, in an effort to get my “model book” started? I knew I wanted to be with Nick Bradley, and that was that.

I went home, my decision made, and let myself inside quietly, the sun only just peeking out from the hedges. Then, I tiptoed through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom before opening the door. My face twisted in a frown because Steve was there, snoozing in my bed. It’s happened before because the house next door to ours was being remodeled and the jackhammering can be horrendous. In fact, I had half a mind to call City Council to complain, but our neighbors had assured us that it was only going to last another few days max.

Still annoyed, I grabbed my robe and let myself into the en suite attached to Steve’s bedroom. Sure enough, the pounding was especially horrendous from this side of the house. I suppose it’s because we live in a cul de sac, and the master suite happens to be right next to where they were doing construction. Still, it was annoying! When I turned on the shower spray, I could still hear the relentless hammering over the beating of the water, andshook my head with disgust. City Council wasdefinitelygoing to get a call from me because it’s only 8 a.m.! What the hell are they thinking?

Gritting my teeth, I lathered up, doing my best to ignore the jackhammers. Then, I rinsed and stepped out of the shower, my curves flushed and rosy from heat, before wrapping myself in a silky robe and tightening the belt around my curves. Fortunately, the pounding had stopped from next door, and I walked down the hallway before throwing open the door to my bedroom.

“Rise and shine, Dad,” I sang. “It’s time to greet the day.”

Fortunately, Steve was already half-awake and sat up, rubbing his head.

“Fuck them,” he grunted. “What the hell are they thinking, starting the hammers so early in the morning?”

“I know,” I hummed, stepping into the room to begin rummaging through my drawers for some clean clothes. “It’s insane, right? If City Council doesn’t do something about it, I swear I’ll go over there myself and rip the jackhammer out of their hands. Then, they’ll see what I can do with some real weaponry.”

Steve merely chuckled while rising to his full height in my tiny bedroom. Again, my stepdad’s a handsome man who passed his genes onto my even more gorgeous stepbrother. His silver head almost brushed the ceiling, and he came over to give me a kiss to the cheek.

“So protective of your old Dad,” he murmured while those big hands circled my waist. “What did I do to deserve you?”

I was about to reply with something cute, but at that moment, the tie of my robe caught on the handle of the drawer and my silky robe came undone, revealing the lush curves of my breasts as well as the tautness of my tummy. Even worse, I was fresh from a shower, and hadn’t had time to grab new panties yet. So my pussy was bare and smooth, on display for the men of the house to see.

Because Nick had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. I don’t know how it happened, or why he was home, but suddenly, my gorgeous stepbrother was in the doorway of my bedroom, staring as my stepfather kissed me, my nude form pink and flushed.

“Nick!” I gasped, my mouth dropping open. “You’re back!”

“Hey Son,” my stepfather groaned, hitching up his boxer shorts. “What are you doing home? We thought you’d be at the hospital.”

I know how it looked. I was naked and damp, the pink tips of my breasts poking out as my swollen twat gleamed wetly in the low lights. My handsome stepfather had his hands on my waist, gently kissing me as if we’d just completed a night of sensual lovemaking. Even worse, Steve didn’t act embarrassed. He acted like he had every right to be savoring a young, nude teen who happened to live under his roof.

“So what they said is true,” Nick rasped, hatred shooting from those blue eyes. “You disgust me.”

“No, Nick, stop! It’snottrue, whatever they said!” I cried. But my stepbrother was already gone. He turned, stomping out the front door to get in his car. We heard the vehicle start and thesqueal of its wheels as he pulled out of the drive, going back to the hospital, no doubt.

“What was that about?” Steve mused his brows lowering with confusion. “What the hell?”

I turned to the handsome silver fox, impatience writ large on my features.

“You can’t touch me like that, Daddy!” I cried furiously. “I’ve talked to you about it before. There’s way too much—”

“Too much what?” Steve asked again, his handsome features agitated.

“Too muchcontact!” I almost screamed. “For me and Milly both! You’re way too familiar with us, and it’s just fucking weird!”

“But we’re family,” the older man replied in a confused tone. “No one could seriously think that I’m taking advantage of my own daughters?”

I shook my head, almost insensate with rage.

“Peopletalk!” I screamed in the small bedroom. “You can’t keep doing this! I’ve told you before, and you just won’t stop! Now, look what’s happened!”

Steve held his massive palms up, as upset as I was.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he rasped. “I was just kissing my little girl good morning. On thecheek,” he emphasized. “I had nothing to do with your robe falling open, or what anyone else says for that matter. Fucking gossips! Stay the fuck out of my business!”

Then, the older man stomped out of my bedroom, his huge chest heaving with rage. Meanwhile, I stood stock still, the fabric of my silky robe clutched tight around my still-damp curves. What justhappened? Did Nick really believe that I hooked up with his dad, not twenty-four hours after he left? Does he truly think that I’m a woman who would sleep with two men within such a short time span? Who are father and son, no less?

I immediately reached for my phone, my fingers tapping furiously as I texted a message.

Nick,it’s not what you think. Please call.

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