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"You're my stepfather, we really shouldn't" I pulled back. He stood up and pulled me to my feet, putting his arms around my back and drawing me close.
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I mistakenly took my stepfather as one of my stepbrothers...
"We haven't actually met," I said. "Are you Reid or Riley?" My stepfather Evan Hammer's twin sons were both in college at Stanford, but it didn't surprise me that at least one of them had come down for the holiday as well.
He cocked his head at me, smiling mischievously. "Neither," he said. "I'm Evan."
I nearly did a double-take and my eyes drifted down to his rock-hard abs again. "You're kidding."
He laughed. "I'm really not," he said, extending a hand. "Evan Hammer." I shook his hand, feeling his firm grip against my own. "Kelly," I said.
"Kelly Wildmon."
"Good to meet you," he said, looking into my eyes. "You look just like your mother."
I felt my knees going a bit weak and my cheeks starting to flush. What on earth was I thinking about? Evan was easily twice my age and married to my mother, but damned if he wasn't hot. "I was…" I started. "I was just going to take a swim."
"So was I," he smiled. "After you."
I turned and stepped into the water, eager to get away before he saw me blushing. What was I going to say if he realized how turned on I was? I'd probably die of embarrassment.
Evan stepped into the water as I swam to one end of the pool. The water was warm, at least 80 degrees, and felt refreshing on my skin after a day spent cooped up on an airplane and then on the car ride here. I put my elbows back on the side of the pool and looked up at the sky, feeling the warm sun on my face. This really was paradise. It was hard to believe this was where I lived now. It felt more like some kind of hotel resort that would have cost a small fortune per night.
"I usually do a few laps," Evan said, bobbing in the water. "Do you mind?"
"Of course not," I said. "Do whatever you normally do. I'm just going to enjoy the water."
Evan kicked his legs and began doing a freestyle stroke toward the end of the pool. I couldn't help but watch as his powerful arms propelled him through the water. He looked like he'd been swimming all his life, and as he did a racing turn at the end of the pool I started feeling a heat between my legs. Good god, I thought. What am I thinking?
Evan did ten more laps and I was finding it more and more difficult to keep my eyes off of him. Finally he stopped midway through the pool and took a position opposite my own, elbows on the side of the pool. "That feels good," he said. "I like to get in here at least once a day."
"That explains your body," I blurted out, and immediately my cheeks went red again. "Oh, sorry. I mean, it's just that you're obviously in pretty good shape."
"Good enough that you mistook me for one of my sons?" He smiled. "I don't mind. It's nice to know I haven't lost it yet. You were probably expecting someone old and frumpy?"
"I'd seen your picture online," I said. "I just thought it was Photoshop or something."
"It's all me," he said. I saw his eyes flicker over my half-submerged brests and suddenly wished I'd worn something a little more conservative. Then again, if we'd been in a different situation, I'd definitely have wanted him to look. If he weren't my stepfather, I might have taken Monica's advice and jumped on top of him by now.
"Are your sons here?" I asked. "I'd like to meet my new stepbrothers." "Riley and Reid will be here tomorrow afternoon," he said, and I caught
him looking at my brests again. "I'm afraid it'll just be us tonight."
"I see," I nodded. "Well, that's okay. We'll have the whole place to ourselves."
He looked into my eyes from across the pool. "We can do whatever we want, can't we?"
I felt a wave of heat wash over me. Did he mean we could watch something on television, or…something else? But then he stretched. "Well, I should go get changed. You'll join me for dinner, I hope? I hate eating alone."
"Of course," I said, watching as he climbed out of the pool. The bulge in his swim trunks looked to have grown several sizes from when I'd seen it before. Was that just because the trunks were wet and clingy now, or could it be…my question was answered as he turned away and I saw the outline of his dik. He was hard! My bikini had obviously had the effect I'd wanted it to; it had just had it on the wrong person.
Evan took a towel from a rack near the pool and began drying off. I couldn't help but sneak another look at his swim trunks while he dried his hair. He was definitely packing a monster down there. I'd thought Jake had been big, but he'd been my only lover and I'd had nothing to compare him to. Evan looked like he was playing in a very different league.
"I'll see you later, then," Evan said, turning to go. Part of me wanted him to stay, but the other part was glad he was going before he had a chance to notice that my niples had grown painfully hard and were straining against the thin material of my bikini top. But his eyes ran across me one more time and I saw a twitch of a smile at the edge of his perfect mouth. He had noticed. I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment. But then again, he had smiled. Maybe he liked what he saw.
Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
After a halfhearted swim I went upstairs to change, eventually settling on an old t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting jeans I'd brought with me. It seemed like an outfit that wasn't likely to get me into trouble, which was what I wanted. It was what I thought I wanted, anyway. There was another part of me that wanted Evan to see me, lay me down on the dinner table, and have his way with me. I struggled to put those thoughts out of my head as I watched television in one of the rooms downstairs, but every time I thought I was back in control of my thoughts my mind drifted back to his swim trunks and what I'd seen hiding under there. Could he really be as big as I imagined? And what was wrong with me that I couldn't stop thinking about it?
After a few hours Evan came and found me on the couch. He'd changed into khaki slacks and a blue polo shirt that hugged his torso just enough that I could make out his athletic build. "Dinner is served," he smiled.
I followed him into the dining room. The wooden table there was long enough that it could probably have sat twenty people, but he'd prepared only two place settings right next to each other, one at the end of the table and the other just to its right. Two covered plates sat on fancy cloth placemats. "Is it just us?" I asked.
I followed him into the dining room. The wooden table there was long enough that it could probably have sat twenty people, but he'd prepared only two place settings right next to each other, one at the end of the table and the other just to its right. Two covered plates sat on fancy cloth placemats. "Is it just us?" I asked.
"I sent Trevor and the chef home for the night," he said. "I thought we might enjoy having a little time to get to know each other."
So it was just us in the house. Nobody would know if anything happened; the staff wouldn't have anything to gossip about. Why was I so happy about that?
I took the seat adjacent to the head of the table and Evan lifted the plate's cover for me. He'd made steak with a side of grilled vegetables. I could smell garlic and spices; if he could cook like this, I didn't know why he had a chef on staff. "It looks wonderful."
"Thank you." He sat down next to me and uncovered his own tray. "I should have thought to ask how you like your meat. Let me know if it's too rare for you."
"I like it rare," I said. He watched as I cut into the steak and took a bite. "It's good."
"I'm glad you like it." He cut himself a piece of steak. "So tell me about yourself. We're family now, after all."
That was right; we were family. I struggled to keep my thoughts clean. "Well, you know I'm in college, of course." I gave him a quick rundown of what I was studying and that I was on the soccer team, although we weren't all that good.
"What about boys?" he asked with a smile. "Anybody special caught your eye?"
"Well, there was one," I said. I started to tell him about Jake, how he'd been my first love, and how he'd broken my heart. Before I even knew what was happening, I realized I'd started to cry.
Evan moved his chair closer to mine and put his hand on my arm. "There, now," he said. "You're right, he really does sound like a douchebag."
"He is a douchebag," I laughed through my tears. "Monica said…well, she said I should try to meet someone else while I'm down here. I'd get over him quick if I just…you know."
Evan smiled. "I think I do." Then he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
Shivers ran down my body when I felt the heat of his lips against mine.
His lips parted slightly and so did mine. A moment later I felt his tongue, and one of his hands cupping my left brest through my t-shirt.
I pulled back. "We really shouldn't," I said. "You're my stepfather, for god's sake."
He stood up and pulled me to my feet, putting his arms around my back and drawing me close. "Your friend was right. You need a good, hard f k,
but I can't bear to think of you with some stranger." He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. "Come here."
He leaned down and kissed me again.
Any thought I had about how wrong this situation vanished.
I wanted him.
I wanted my stepfather now.
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