Her Stepbrother

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Kayle's mother had died when she was fifteen and Kayle still wasn't used to the idea of her father with someone else. Her father was a prominent businessman and well-respected. Many women had lusted after him, but he was only interested in one. Her name was Marilyn and she was the owner of a small restaurant on the edge of the city. She was the single mother of one son and Kayle's father was smitten with her. So they got married and before Kayle even knew it, she had a new mother- figure and a big brother who hated her.

Talon is your typical laid- back surfer who thinks Kayle is just a spoiled little princess.

"Be good, Kayle. Marilyn and I need this time together. No parties, no boys, and no driving the hummer or the 'vette." Her father kissed her forehead. Kayle smiled a fake smile before rolling her eyes. "Kayle, I'm serious. Talon will be coming home from university to keep an eye on things. So be nice." Kayle let out a breath before saying, "I am nice. He's the one who hates me." Her father shook his head and then Marilyn came downstairs and they left.

Kayle closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. "They're gone! Party!" She ran to the telphone and began calling her friends. She began to dial a number when she heard the back door open. She peeked through the kitchen and slammed down the phone. "Oh great, Talon's here. This can't get any worse."



Kayle (18): Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and perfect curves. Like a typical rich girl, she is perfectly dressed and like a California girl, she is perfectly tan.
 
Talon

Knowing that Mom and 'Dad' were off enjoying their umpteenth honeymoon, Talon spent as much of the day at the beach as he could manage. The only thing he'd find at the upscale house that still didn't feel like a home was his new baby sister. He had known Kayle for several years before their folks hooked up, even though he was three years older and several social classes below her. Hell, everyone knew Kayle. She was high school royalty. He was one of the peasants.



Eventually the sun went down and his friends scattered to the four winds. With nowhere else to go, Talon hopped in his car and headed for the old homestead. When he arrived, he parked his beat-up old junker in front of the house for all the neighbors to see and complain about. Then he went around the house and entered through the rear.

Almost he heard the phone slam. Her royal highness was home. Following the aroma of discontent, he found her sitting in the living room. She glared at him like he was bug she found crawling through her hair.

Perhaps it was his wardrobe: denim cutoffs and sandals. His typical uniform.

Perhaps it was his looks: 6'3", 190 pounds, lean and muscular, curly shoulder-length blonde hair. and assortment of tats strategically located.

Perhaps it was just the fact that he was living under the same roof.

"I hope you weren't inviting any of your friends over, Princess," he said to her. "Daddy specifically left me in charge. And I believe he said, 'No parties'. But what he really meant was 'no boys'...
 
"I hope you weren't inviting any of your friends over, Princess. Daddy specifically left me in charge. And I believe he said, 'No parties'. But what he really meant was 'no boys'..."

Kayle rolled off of the couch as this comment was made and walked over to him. "Could you be anymore boring? Besides, if I invited friends, chances are there would be girls. And trust me, you could use a little attention from the opposite sex. Maybe you would lighten up a little bit."

She rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. She made her way over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. She popped it open and took a sip. Noticing the surprised look on Talon's face, she replied with a smirk, "If you won't allow me to have a party, I'll just have to have my own fun."
 
Talon

Even though he tried not to show it, Kayle's remark about needing a little attention from the opposite sex had drawn first blood. Talon had been between girlfriends for weeks, and he saw nothing over the horizon.

Still, picturing a roomful of Kayle's friends did nothing to improve the picture. None of them liked him, and they were all as stuck up and spoiled as new step-sister.

Plus, none of them were as hot as Kayle.

The last thought gave him pause. As bad as the friction was between them, Talon had to admit that Kayle was easy on the eyes. He stole a glance as she crossed over to the refrigerator where she kept her tofu and sprouts and all her other silly new age foods.

He had to do a double take when she popped open a brew. From the way she sipped it he could tell that this wasn't her first beer. Talon started to wonder if his little sister had other secrets.

"If you won't allow me to have a party, I'll just have to have my own fun." she said.

Talon crossed over to her until mere inches of air separated them. The sardonic look on her face turned to one of nervousness as he reached around her. When he pulled back he was holding a frosty bottle of his own.

"Tell you what, Princess," he said. "If you don't hog the beer, we'll get along just fine."

He took a long sip. Then he just stared at her for a moment. Then, suddenly inspired, he took the cold lip of the bottle and placed it against the soft skin of her neck. Kayle flinched at the unexpected gesture.

"You can have all the fun you want, sis," he said. "But I'll be right here watching you every second of it..."

Then he slowly started to trace her bronzed skin with the frigid glass, drawing a line from her neck to the front of her shirt, where a strategically misplaced button revealed a promising amount of cleavage. This time as he stared he didn't try to disguise his interest.

The next move belonged to Kayle....
 
Kayle shivered a little as he traced a line down her neck to her open blouse with the cold beverage. He obviously wanted her and she had to admit that she was a little interested. She had recently dumped her last fling and she had gone without any physicality for almost a month.

"You can have all the fun you want, sis, but I'll be right here watching you every second of it..."

She watched the beer as it made it's way down to her open shirt. She looked up at him with a smirk before leaning in close and saying, "I'll look forward to it."

She pushed past him and made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, calling back, "I plan on taking a long bath....I trust that you won't be watching too closely?"
 
Talon

Talon watched her leave, noting carefully that the view from behind was as spectacular as the view from in front. When she was out of sight he quickly drained the rest of his beer. He needed it to cool down. He had only intended to rattle Her Highness a little. He didn't expect it to lead to anything.

Her reaction was not quite what he expected.

"I'll look forward to it."

Her words echoed in his ears, But it was more than what she said. It was the sparkle in her eyes. Usually so cold, it was the first time he had seen the flame.

And she was just one floor above him.

Fortune favored the bold, he thought. Grabbing two more beers out of the fridge, he headed for the stairs....
 
Kayle made it upstairs to her room and quickly undressed, slipping into her silk bathrobe. She threw her hair up into a messy bun with chopsticks.

She crossed the hallway to the bathroom and began running the water for her bath in her large jacuzzi bathtub, steam immediately filling the room. She let her robe slip to the floor as she watched the water fill the tub. She couldn't help but wonder if she was being too forward with Talon. He was her stepbrother and now he not only thought she was princess, but a slut as well.

As the water and the bubbles reached the top, she turned on the jets and slipped into the hot water. With a sigh, she closed her eyes to relax.
 
Talon

Talon tried to temper his expectations as he climbed the steps.

The Princess will probably have the bathroom door barracaded , he thought.

But when he reached the top he could see that not only was the door unlocked, it was wide open. His pulse rate quicked as he crossed the short distance to the doorway.


The first thing he saw was the robe on the floor. Then he saw the bubbles everywhere. Kayle seemed completely oblivious to his presence with her head thrown back and her eyes shut.

He clicked he bottles together to announce himself. Kayle didn't open her eyes, but her lip curled slightly upward. She knew he was there. The knowledge didn't seem to disturb her.

Talon seated himself on the edge of the tub where he he could look down on his reclining step-sister. The thick foam concealed her well, but it could not completely hide the lush curves of her ripe athletic body. He didn't think it could be possible to be so aroused, but the idea of Kayle's tight wet body managed to kick his erection to another level -- one that was actually painful.

It demanded release.

First he kicked off his sandals.

Then he unbuttoned his cutoffs. The sound of the zipped being slowly pulled down was somehow loud enough to be heard over the churning jacuzzi. He stood up and pushed his shorts to the floor. A moment later his briefs followed. He stepped out of them and stood naked in front of the bathing beauty.

"I thought I'd get comfortable," he explained. "You don't mind, do you?"
 
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