Page 3 of My Italian Stepbrother
“So, my father tells me you’re in school to be a teacher,” Benito says.
I turn to face him and find that he’s staring intensely at me. My heart beats harder in my chest when I look him in the eyes. “Yeah, I am. I’m hoping to work with special education.”
“That’s really great,” he replies, his eyes still holding my gaze. “How old are you now? 19? 20?”
“I just turned 19 last month.”
It feels like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs. I can’t help it, but my breath quickens and my chest heaves the longer I look at him. After a moment, I cave and look back at my food.
My cheeks start to feel hot as I take a bite of my gnocchi when I realize how aroused I am. I never get like this. Honestly, sometimes, I’ve wondered if there’s something wrong with me because of it. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and no one has ever made me feel this way, not even movie stars.
Of course, the first time I feel any attraction like this for someone, it’s towards the one person I can never have. That’s just my luck.
We all finish dinner, and I help mom bring the dishes from supper into the kitchen while she prepares dessert—a tiramisu Enio said was Benito’s favorite. After I bring out the dessert plates, I sit back down.
Benito stretches in his chair while we wait for mom to bring the food out. His knee brushes against mine, and he leaves it there. I don’t know if he’s expecting me to move or not, but I don’t.
He rests his hands in his lap for a moment then runs them down his leg as if he’s wiping them off. His fingers graze my leg, and my core clenches at the touch. I know he did it on purpose because of how slowly they moved across and how they lingered for a moment.
I feel myself growing more aroused every second his knee is pressed against mine. It’s such a small and insignificant amount of contact, but something about it is driving me crazy. I feel something wet and sticky between my legs, and I wonder if he can tell. What if he thinks this is some kind of invitation for more? What if he thinks I like it? I mean I do like it, but nothing can happen. I pull my knee away from his and cross my legs, looking over at him to see if he reacts in any way.
He doesn’t even seem to notice. Maybe I’m just overthinking all of this? He’s a grown man. I’m sure it takes a little more than grazing someone’s knee to do anything for him. That’s probably all this is.
Mom walks through the kitchen carrying dessert, and I’m glad to have something to distract me. She serves us all a large helping of the chocolatey sweet, and we all dig in. It tastes heavenly. One thing about my mom is she can cook.
“This must be a lot better than prison food,” I tell Benito after we all have a few bites.
“Brie!” Mom yells at me while giving me a look to say I shouldn’t have said that.
Benito laughs and shakes his head at her. “It’s fine, and to answer your question, it’s a lot better than prison food. They pretty much gave us warm cardboard and old oats in there.”
“Sounds yummy,” I say quietly in response, looking over at him.
He nods his head and looks back at me, taking a bite of his tiramisu and licking his lips. I blush and look away from him, shoving another bite into my mouth, still feeling his eyes on me.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he’s thinking the same things about me.
If he is, this summer is going to be hard.
3
BENITO
As soon as dinner ends, I say goodnight to everyone and rush to my room. If anyone would have looked under the table during the meal, they would’ve been surprised by just how hard I was the entire time. Being around Brie is utterly intoxicating. I drop my pants to the ground and turn the shower on.
She wears those short, tight skirts that show off her soft and creamy thighs. All I want is to bury my face in between them and hear her scream my name. Fuck. I don’t know what I’m going to do this summer.
She has to be mine.
I see her perfume bottle on the bathroom counter and pop the plastic top off to smell it. It instantly brings me back to her, like she’s standing right in front of me with her long blonde hair in that schoolgirl braid. I grip my hard cock and rub the tip while smelling her perfume. This girl does something to me no one else ever has.
When the heat of the shower is to my liking, I hop in, distracted by the idea that she was in here just hours before naked. I lather some soap on my hands and rub it all over my body. I reach for my hard cock and start fisting it aggressively, moaning as the tension builds in my body. I close my eyes and pretend that Brie is there with me, on her knees with her mouth wrapped around my girth, staring up at me with those big blue doe eyes.
“Fuck, Brie,” I moan aloud as my cock twitches and my body spasms. I lean my forehead on the shower tile, my entire being coming back down after that dizzying high.
I’ve known Brie for a day, but I know that I need her. No woman has captured my attention the way she has.
I towel off after my shower and walk back into my room. As I’m dressing, I hear a light knock at my door, and I quickly pull on some shorts and answer it. It’s my father.
