I love the fact that she's a blusher. Her cheeks turn this perfect shade of strawberry pink, and for some reason it turns me on more than her tight little ass in that white bikini.
I furrow my brow as I realize what I'm thinking about, and as if my thoughts weren't proof enough, I feel my cock stiffening between my legs. I clear my throat and grab my glass of OJ, drinking in long gulps.
This isn't great.
I'm twenty-one, she's eighteen. She's a kid.
It makes what I did on the beach that much worse.
Not to mention she's also my stepsister.
Because here's the thing – I like my stepfather.
Tony and my mother have been married for just a few months. I met him on quite an interesting occasion. I'm pretty sure any other guy would have lost his mind if the first time he got to meet his stepson was in jail.
I was arrested for drinking under the age limit just a few days before my twenty-first birthday, as well as assault of a police officer. What can I say? I wasn't about to let some middle-aged prick with a beer belly put me into handcuffs.
I used my call to let Mother Dearest know her son was in jail. She showed up with a guy called Tony Lynn, someone I'd heard her mention in passing and chose to ignore for a good few months.
Mom didn't have enough to pay bail, but Tony did. Mom didn't even want to see me, but Tony was there to help.
He took me to a diner, and I ordered the biggest fucking meal on the menu, just to piss him off. He allowed it and let me finish eating, all the while being so calm, it made me nervous.
Then he told me I needed to clean up my game, at which point I cursed at him.
And then he stood up calmly, emptying a drink on my head.
He goddamn poured a glass of iced tea on my head. I gaped at him in shock – no one had ever had the balls to stand up to me before. Then, he burst into laughter and gave me the speech of my life.
Tony said I had all the potential in the world. I had great grades, great prospects in college football, even better ones in some of my classes. He told me he didn't care what I did in my free time, but he also said I needed to respect my mother.
And he told me how many times he had to console her after I got in trouble. My mom, who's always been my rock, and never moved by any of my shenanigans. Except I was totally fucking her up with my actions.
I was sulking for a good while, covered in sticky tea.
But as Tony finished, I realized he had a point. I was wasting my goddamned life, and for what? To prove a point? To rebel?
I made a promise that day. I'd keep my private life away from my mom’s eyes, and I'd try to make her proud. Tony and I shook on it.
To this day, I have respect for the old man – as he does for me.
This might prove to be a problem if his daughter is around.
Up until now, she was with her mother in LA, going to school there. She didn't even come to the wedding, though I'm not sure Tony and my mom told her about it. I'm sure she'd have had a hissy fit.
I guess she's still hung up on the idea of her parents being together, since they divorced a couple of years ago.
"Lost in thought, dear stepbrother?" Cassidy's syrupy sweet voice interrupts my thoughts. Her green eyes are sparkling with mischief, and fuck if it doesn't make me even more turned on.
"Thinking about me?" she asks, biting into her crunchy apple.
"Oh, yes," I reply in all seriousness. "I was doing just that." Her eyes widen in surprise, but I'm not done yet. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie. I think they're showing the new Disney flick at six p.m. today. Unless that's past your bedtime?"
"I'll go to the late-night showing with you. Have you seen Entering in the Back Door 7?" she asks, as my mother gasps in shock.
"Of course," I nod. "I take it you haven't and need some education in the matter? They're showing Intercourse 101 at a primary school nearby."
Tony slams a fist on the table at that point, but Cassidy and I keep glaring at each other.
She chews on her fruit as I smirk at her. "I don't need a big brother to watch over me," she spits out. "I can take care of myself."
"Sure," I snort.
She glares at me. "You don't think I can? I've been raising myself for the past three years. Daddy was too busy abandoning us, and Mommy’s got a job that takes twelve hours out of her day. Still think I'm a kid, big brother?"