FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH MY STEPBROTHER

Chapter3

RAIN

The following day, I was well rested as I stretched to a new day. It took a moment to register my surroundings. I realized then that I was in my new room, in my stepfather's house.

And there was Dante too. I sighed.

He had come to my dreams last night and the sticky gooze on my panties was testament to that. I took them off and threw them into the laundry basket.

I pulled back the covers and strolled to the kitchen to get my morning coffee. I needed to wake up. Both physically and emotionally.

I got into the kitchen and Mum was nowhere to be found. She had obviously began preparations for the wedding which was in two days time. They wanted something simple and that didn't require much preparation. I sighed again for the second time this morning, remembering that I had promised to help out.

As my coffee brewed, I looked at the time on the coffee machine.

11am.

I slept for almost fifteen hours!

“Good morning.”

The sonorous voice was a wake-up call that I didn't know I needed. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a big tee I had gotten from a shop in Mexico that was equivalent to the one-pound shop in the UK. It was large and covered the top of my thighs but stopped just immediately after my ass, and nothing else under. The shirt left little to the imagination.

Out of habit, I had walked downstairs this way without putting anything else on. I was sure I had still had my sleepy hair because I hadn't done anything to it. I had simply just poured water on my face and brushed my teeth.

I knew that it was beginning to look awkward with my back turned to him so I faced him with as much confidence as I could muster, which wasn't much.

“Hey…” I stressed as I looked at the most mesmerizing hazel eyes that ever existed.

His grin reappeared, then he looked at me, really looked at me from my hair to my feet. I was squish under his gaze. His eyes had gotten wide and I believe his mouth wasn't hanging open because he wanted to be polite.

My feet was on the top of the other. I didn't like this look. I felt I was being stripped naked under his gaze (—even though technically I was naked except for the shirt). This was the one time I was not grateful to my mum that I had her perky full breasts, because now they were on display. My pink n*****s could clearly be seen through the white t-shirt. His gaze became hooded or maybe I was overthinking it. He looked into my eyes and I was very sure now. His eyes were dark with lust and it made me blush deep red.

“Uh…” I turned to the coffee machine. I needed to keep busy. I needed to be distracted. “You want some coffee?” It sounded like the only reasonable thing to say given the circumstances.

“Uh…” He mimicked me or at least it sounded like he did. “None for me, thanks.”

I took my cup, took a deep breath and faced him again. I said I was going to discard my feelings and that was not changing. I just needed to focus. Make casual conversation.

“So, you mentioned that you work yesterday… what exactly do you do?”

He laughed. His laugh sounded much like his father's. They were more alike than I thought. Why was he laughing though? Did he realize my ridiculous attempt to distract myself?

I was nervous and my hand shook. I put the cup to my lips and subconsciously took a sip.

I yelped.

It was hot!

So freaking hot!

In a flash, Dante was by my side with some ice cubes.

He held me on my waist and circled me to himself, and his touch was electrifying. It made me feel weak. I fit so right into his arms that I almost didn't want him to let go. But then I remembered my resolve. This was my stepbrother. I couldn't have these thoughts for him.

I tried to protest that I was fine.

“Stay put.” He said in a stern voice as he put the cubes inside my mouth. I did as I was told, then I we gazed at each other. I don't know who initiated first. But our lips met with the faintest of kisses. I gasped at how soft his lips were. He was a gentle kisser, but yet so passionate.

I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe I was kissing Dante!

Most of all, I couldn't believe I was kissing my stepbrother!

With that thought, I forced my way out of his arms, mumbled an apology and walked away. I may have been mistaken this time around again, but I thought I saw a look of hurt etched on his face as I turned my back on him. Coffee forgotten.

~~~~

I put all thoughts of Dante at the back of my mind as Mum got back, Alicia tagging along.

I was surprised at how quickly it was happening. Mum and Alex's wedding was in two days. We were knee deep in preparation with Alicia, attempting to pull everything together flawlessly without hiring an event planner. We wanted to keep it low key because it was the second marriage for both of them.

After about an hour, I was still not sure what direction we were going to take.

We finally settled for a simple wedding in the garden of our mansion, with families and friends present.

Alicia sighed dreamingly, “It’s going to be a real life rom-com.”

I rolled my eyes. She was truly a romantic.

"Alright, Alicia, let's move on to the seating chart," I said, leafing over the guest list.

Alicia pushed her hair back and moaned. “It's more difficult than I thought. We must ensure that everyone gets along.”

"I know. Firstly, let's try to keep Joe far away from Miss Martha," I said, taking notes. They were neighbours from our former house back then when we lived here in Colorado. But they were always strifing with each other.

Alicia chuckled. "Good call. Since the event at the cookout, they have not spoken."

My eyes widened, “Still? That's been more than five years!”

Alicia shrugged.

While we were working, Mom entered the kitchen with a stack of invitations in her hand.

"How's it going, girls?"

"We're getting there, Mum," I smiled reassuringly in response.

Mum grinned as she cast a quick glance around the cluttered table. "You two are incredible. I couldn't do this without you."

Alicia smiled. “Rhoda, we've got this. The wedding will be the most amazing event ever."

A look of gratitude lightened Mum's face. "I'm so lucky to have you both."

We went back into the planning with renewed resolve. We spoke over food options, music playlists, and floral arrangements for hours on end.

We finally crashed onto the couch, fatigued yet elated as the sun sank low in the sky.

"I can't believe we've done it," Alicia exclaimed, massaging her temples.

"Yes," I said with tired but with a feeling of accomplishment.

~~~~

It was D-Day!

We got up early to finish up everything. As we put up chairs in the garden and placed flowers on the tables, the house was abuzz with excitement.

"Rain, can you check if the caterers have arrived?" Mum made a call from the bedroom were Alicia was applying her makeup.

The caterers were outside unloading trays of food from their van when I hurried outdoors. Relieved, I remarked, "Everything looks great."

I joined them in the bedroom with a bouquet of roses. "These are gorgeous," Alicia sighed as she breathed in their fragrance.

The doorbell rang abruptly, and Mum hurried to answer it. I went out after her. She exclaimed, "Alex!" and gave him a warm hug.

Alex murmured, "Hey, beautiful," and planted a peck on Mum's cheek. "How's everything going?"

"Perfectly well, thanks to Rain and Alicia," Mom proudly answered.

“No! This isn't allowed." I said pushing Alex out. “It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." I reprimanded him.

Mum laughed from inside the house.

Alicia came out then and supported my claim but we had smiles on our faces. It was such a happy day. Alex's eyes twinkled. "I'm so grateful to you guys."

"It's our pleasure, Alex," Alicia smiled.

Now that everything was set up, the time we had been waiting for had come. As the visitors started to arrive, there was a lot of laughter and conversation in the garden.

When it was finally time for us to start the match down the aisle, Dante came to me and presented his arm. He was the groom's man and I was the bridesmaid. I had not been looking forward to this part at all. Not just because of the kiss, but because of the setting that looked like we were getting married. He was in a sharp three-piece tuxedo, with well shined shoes. His hair was perfectly styled. He looked like he could be a model on the front cover of Vogue magazine. and He looked at me with that silly grin and my stomach flipped. His hazel eyes twinkled with mischief.

I rolled my eyes at him. I was sick of feeling this way whenever I got close to him, but I couldn't help it.

I had tried to make myself as scarce as possible, so we wouldn't have to run into each other. Alicia had gone forward and was waiting. We were the next set of people to walk.

"You can't avoid me forever, stepsis," He said as soon as we began the walk. I looked ahead and kept my face in a smiling position. Heavens forbid any of the cameras catch me looking like I was about to murder someone.

He leaned down, knowing I couldn't leave or do anything while we were walking.

Why was this walk as long as this? I looked at him and gave him a smile that said, "please stop talking".

He didn't seem to catch my hint because he opened his mouth and embarrassed me even further, "One would think you'd be more open to someone you consider very hot. If my memory serves me right, I ‘have a body and face that guarantees me a spot on the list of the most handsome men in the world’, right? So why aren't you talking to one of the most handsome guys in the world?"

Will anyone notice if the best man is murdered before we get to the altar? Probably.

"Please keep quiet and let's get through this ceremony without problems, thank you" I said in the most neutral tone I could muster.

I heard him chuckle and I'd be lying if I said it didn't do things to my insides. My face must have been flaming.

We managed to make it to the altar without any more words.

Then Mum began walking down the aisle, I saw Alex sniff and it brought tears to my eyes. I was so happy Mom found someone who loves her as much as she loves him.

Mum took her place next to Alex. She looked lovely in her simple vintage gown as she stood at the altar. I squeezed Alicia's hand, experiencing a wave of emotion.

While Mum and Alex exchanged vows, I found myself thinking back on the path that had led us to this point. Our family had bonded through the highs and lows and was now stronger than before.

And I knew that this was only the start of a stunning new chapter for Mum and Alex as they kissed to declare their love for one another.

The ceremony didn't take too long because we didn't want to waste anyone's time and the reception started. There was a lot to eat since mom went all out.

They were called to have their first dance and after that, they danced with each of us. I told Alex how happy I was to know that he was the one who got to marry my mom when we danced and I told Mom not to break her spine before she came back from her holiday. That earned me a smack on the arm but we both laughed.

When the party ended, we packed up and helped mom and Alex get on their way for their honeymoon. They would be gone for two weeks and I know that's going to be the longest two weeks of my life.

Dante and I alone in the house? I shook my head at the thought alone.

Once we got home, in his Bentley, he brought out some leftover drinks and asked that we have a mini party in honor of our parents. It was a very bad idea but I needed something to aid me to sleep and I agreed.

It had been a while since I drank alcohol and after a few glasses I was beginning to get tipsy. This was my cue to stop but somehow, I drank more. I knew anything that happened was entirely up to me.

Just as suddenly as we had kissed in the kitchen just two days before, I was suddenly straddling him and my hands were in his hair. His were on my waist, holding me as I grind on his very obvious hard on. We kissed. It was hot and we were in a frenzy. He broke it off and we panted like we had been running.

"Are you fine with this?" He asked and I gave my consent. There was no way I wouldn't be fine with the guy I'd been in love with for a long time kissing me. His kiss was the best thing I'd tasted in a very long time. His tongue tasted of beer and his sandalwood scent kept pulling me in.

I stopped him for a minute to loosen his shirt. He had lost his tie somehow and I completely removed the shirt. His body was firm and somehow better than anything I've imagined.

I threw my head back when he leaned in to unzip my dress. He planted kisses on my neck down to my chest.

I stepped out of my dress, standing in only my skin colored underwear. I watched as his eyes raked over my body, lighting up at the thought of what he was going to do to me and I felt myself getting very wet.

He removed his pants, leaving his briefs. I stared at the print of his d**k, the part where the tip was, was already wet with precum. I reached out to touch it but he moved out of my reach and instead carried me bridal style into his bedroom. I giggled uncontrollably.

He dropped me on the bed and removed the briefs.

If I was a poet, I'd definitely be writing lots of poems about his d**k and how majestic it was. It had a small curve that I knew was going to hit the spot.

If I was a sculptor or a potter, I would create a molded sculpture of it.

I reached out to touch it again and this time, he leaned forward. I saw him close his eyes and moan when my fingers closed around the head. I loved that he could moan and not grunt like most men did. It made them seem like cavemen.

I licked the tip of his d**k and he shook. He tried to thrust in my mouth but I moved away and instead continued to tease him. He must have gotten tired of me teasing him because he held my hair and f****d my mouth. I loved every second of it.

After he came the first time, he switched his attention to me. Laying me on the bed, he ran his hand down my body and I shivered from head to toe. I was so excited for what's to come.

He kissed me on my lips, one hand teasing my n*****s into attention. Not like they weren't already. He trailed kisses down my neck and sucked on one part. I'm sure that'd leave a very nice hickey in the morning.

He then sucked my boobs, giving each of them attention properly and I almost didn't want him to stop but I was craving his d**k, badly.

He rose and made his way down my p***y. Kissing my inner thighs first, he took his time to get to the main point and when he did, I came on impact. He didn't stop but continued to give me the best head I've ever received.

After making sure I came twice, he positioned himself and looked at me one more time, as if asking for permission again. I nodded my head and squirmed around him and he gave me what I wanted.

Just like I thought, the curve hit the spot. He f****d me senseless, making me c*m more times than I could count throughout the night.

When I slept, my body was wrapped around his, I had this silly smile on my face. I was drunk on alcohol and s*x.