Seduced By Two

BLURB

My whole life, I’ve been a perfect little goody two-shoes. Even at twenty-two years old, I had a life no more exciting than most preteens. My mom and her husband, Dean, made sure that I was sheltered, safe, and incredibly boring.

Maybe it was because Dean’s son Andrew had always been a little on the wild side. Dean was five years older than me, so I never really got to see how Andrew acted when he was young. But now, he wasn’t welcome in Mom and Dean’s house. Maybe, he was a complete bad boy and rebel. He was so dark and sexy, with messy hair, wild eyes, and a grin that could break the most frigid of hearts.

And another thing about Andrew?

I had a hopeless, helpless crush on him.

When I got in a fight with my mom about visiting Boston for a weekend and staying with a girlfriend, I decided that I’d had enough of her rules. But sneaking out didn’t earn me any extra points…instead, Mom decided that I wouldn’t be allowed back inside of her house until I was able to respect her.

I didn’t have anyone else to turn to.

I had to call Andrew.

When Andrew brought me back to his house, my whole life changed. But would I come out on top and stronger than ever?

Or would Andrew be the man to break my heart?

Chapter One

If someone had told me that December twenty-third was the day my life was going to change forever, I wouldn’t have believed them. In fact, I probably would have laughed. Despite always being kind of a Pollyanna, my friends have always told me that I’ve got a very cynical sense of humor.

 

But I’m getting a little away from myself now. It was a Friday evening, and I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. I was twenty-two years old, and I had no idea what was about to happen.

“Kristin, sweetie, how’s it going?” Mom slid into the chair opposite from me. Everyone always said we looked like twins, but I didn’t see it. She was tall where I’ve always been short for my age. Her hair was blonde to my brown, and her skin was a perfect rosy color whereas mine always looked tinged with yellow, like I had jaundice. Still, we did have the same round cheeks and pouty lips. I always thought Mom was beautiful, like an angel. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I always wished that I looked like someone else.

 

“It’s okay,” I said lamely. I showed her what I was working on – a paper concerning the architectural history of the Florentine Cathedral.

 

Mom nodded. She squinted, looking over her glasses at the page below me. I cringed – I knew she was judging my handwriting.

“Sweetie, don’t use that word,” Mom said, pointing down at the page. “It doesn’t make you sound very smart.”

 

I nodded. I knew it was probably unusual for Mom to be helping me with my homework now that I was in college, but it didn’t feel weird to me. Mom and I had always been close. Back then, I was a bit sheltered.

 

Well, okay. Maybe a lot sheltered. But I didn’t mind it – I actually kind of enjoyed being naïve. It was like being safe. I never had to worry about things – Mom and her husband, Dean, took care of everything.

 

“Okay,” I said, erasing the word and writing a synonym down instead. “Is that better?”

 

Mom nodded. She smiled, standing up from her chair and walking across the kitchen. “You know I don’t want to help you cheat,” she said. “But I always want to make sure you have good grades. How’s your GPA right now, Kristin?”

 

I gulped. “Three point nine,” I said quickly. “It’ll be four point zero before the year is up, though. I promise.”

 

Mom stared at me. “What did we say about letting that drop?”

 

My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and I glanced down into my lap. “Um,” I stammered softly. “That it wouldn’t happen.”

 

“And what else?”

 

“No matter what,” I added quickly. “That it wouldn’t drop no matter what.”

 

Mom nodded. She didn’t look happy anymore – she looked stern, like she did when she was upset.

“Well, what happened, Kristin?”

 

I took a deep breath. At least she’s not using my full name, I thought. I knew that whenever I heard “Kristin Mae Calloway” that meant I was really in trouble!

 

“I missed a question on a quiz last week.”

 

“And that was enough to drop your grade?” Mom crossed her arms over her narrow chest and stared. “Are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

 

Just as I was about to go into a passionate defense of my own studies, the door swung open and Dean walked in.

“Hi, all,” Dean said. He nodded at me, then walked over to Mom and kissed her on the cheek. As soon as I saw his expression, I knew something was up.

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Don’t worry about it, Kristin,” Dean said. He glanced down at me. “Everything okay?”

 

Mom sighed. I prayed she wouldn’t say anything, but she opened her mouth anyway. “Kristin’s grade point average slipped a little,” she said. She looked at me and smiled. “But we talked, and it’s fine. She’s going to get it back up. She’s working on that right now.”

I could have sighed with relief but instead I smiled back, grateful for such a wonderful, supportive mother.

 

“Ah,” Dean said. I was surprised that he didn’t have more to say – normally, he was more strict about making sure that I did well in school than Mom was.

 

“Honey?” Mom turned to Dean. “What happened? You’re home so early.”

 

Dean shrugged. “I got a call,” he said slowly, keeping his eyes on me. “You know. About Andrew.”

 

Instantly, my ears perked up. I couldn’t wait to hear what Dean was about to say – if I was lucky enough to be allowed to stay in the room. Andrew Medina, Dean’s son, was my stepbrother. He was five years older than me, and endlessly cool. I’d always had a little…well, I don’t really know what to call it. But as soon as he walked into the room, my eyes always went right to him. It was like I couldn’t look away. Not because of anything bad, though. While I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, the way I felt about Andrew was almost like I had a crush on him.

 

Honestly, it was hard not to feel that way. He was so handsome – sexy, messy dark hair that stood up in cowlicks all over his head. Dark, intense eyes. A chiseled jaw covered with dark scruff. I especially loved the way he looked at people – almost like he could see right through them.

 

The first time I met Andrew, I was sixteen. He was twenty-one, and finishing up college in Boston. I didn’t know anything about him – Dean had always talked about “my son” this and “my son” that, but it wasn’t like the anecdotes were actually personal. It was stuff like, “my son loves oranges,” or “my son hated doing this, too.”

So, I was completely unprepared when I actually met Andrew. I hadn’t really known what to expect. Dean himself was a pretty normal, stand-up guy – the exact kind of guy I always saw Mom going for. I imagined that his son, Andrew, would just be like a tiny version of him.

 

Needless to say, I was really shocked when Andrew pulled into the driveway and swaggered into the house. There were no other words for it – he was just cool. He had longish dark hair that he kept pushing away from his forehead in a messy, practiced gesture. His dark eyes sought out all of the movement in the room. When he saw me, he stared. First his eyes traveled down my face, then my body. When I realized that he was lingering on my breasts, I blushed bright red.

“So you’re Kristin?”

 

I nodded. My mouth felt dry and I was getting weak in the knees. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I’m Kristin. You’re Andrew?”

 

Instead of answering, Andrew licked his lips (they were surprisingly full, for a man) and gave a brief jerk of his head. His dark hair went flying and my palms itched – suddenly, I was desperate to know what it would feel like if I ran my fingers through his dark locks.

Andrew smirked. “So, what do you do for fun around here?”

 

I licked my lips. “Fun?”

 

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Yeah, fun,” he replied. He leaned closer, putting his hands on the dining room table until he was mere inches away from my face.

“I study,” I said. A peculiar feeling was spreading through my limbs – a blend of excitement and arousal and the odd sensation that Andrew was making fun of me, even though he hadn’t said anything to that effect.

 

Andrew raised his eyebrows. “Studying,” he drawled. “Yeah, that does sound fun.” He peered intently into my eyes and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “I bet you really know how to throw a party, Sis.”

 

My cheeks burned flame red and I shook my head fast enough to make my brown curls obscure my vision.

 

“I can’t really go to parties,” I said. I was mortified – my voice was barely above a whisper. I desperately wanted Andrew to think I was cool, too, but I was doing such a piss-poor job of it that I might as well just give up and slink upstairs.

“Well, here’s the thing with good ole Mom and Dad,” Andrew said sarcastically. “They only know what you tell them. So, if you wanna have fun, you gotta do that on your own time.”

 

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his black leather jacket and lit up, right in the middle of the kitchen. Wreaths of blue smoke clouded around Andrew’s head, rising up to the shiny white ceiling that Mom and Dean had painted just days before.

 

“I don’t think Mom and Dean would like you doing that,” I said, unable to stop myself. Andrew just smirked in response. I winced and blushed – god! It was like I couldn’t fuck up any more if I actually tried!

“Well, I do lots of stuff Dad wouldn’t like,” Andrew said. He exhaled right in my face and I started coughing violently as the toxic smoke rushed into my lungs. Before I could get a chance to ask him what he’d meant, Mom and Dean rushed into the room and as I’d predicted, began scolding Andrew about smoking in their house.

 

That had been six years ago. Even though I’d grown up from a teenager into a young woman, I knew deep down that I was still the perfect goody two-shoes, the little princess who listened to every word that came out of Mommy or Daddy’s mouth.

 

No wonder Andrew thinks I’m a drip, I thought as I watched Mom and Dean exchange a terse look.

 

“So, what happened?” Mom tried to keep her voice down. I was staring down at my papers, but my ears were glued to the mouths of my parents. I was desperate to hear what they had to say about Andrew – it was the most thrilling thing that had happened to me in at least six months.

“Carissa,” Dean said. I imagined him jerking his head towards me. “Shouldn’t we talk upstairs?”

 

Mom sighed. I got ready for the inevitable – surely, she and Dean would tell me to leave the room. But what she said shocked me.

“I think Kristin is old enough to hear what Andrew is really like,” Mom said. She flicked her gaze over me. I felt my cheeks flush as I pretended again to be absorbed in my studies.

 

“Well, if you’re sure,” Dean said slowly. My heart was pounding in my chest as Dean and Mom walked over to the table and sat down.

 

Play it cool, Kristin, I told myself. Just play it cool. It’ll be fine. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it – this was a huge deal for me.

 

“What happened?” I glance up from my schoolwork at Mom and Dean, trying to read their faces.

 

“Andrew has always been…difficult,” Dean said tightly. He smiled unhappily. “And while your mother and I have always tried to help, I think that he’s beyond help right now.”

 

I frowned. “Why? What did he do?”

 

Mom sighed. “Honey, it’s not really a question of what he did. It’s more of who he is, really.”

 

“I’m confused.” I bit my lip. It wasn’t a lie. I was so sheltered that I truly didn’t have any idea of what constituted as a “bad” person. If you’d asked me to name someone who was bad, I probably would have replied: “someone who doesn’t pay their cell phone bill on time.”

 

“Well, honey, don’t worry about it too much,” Mom said with a sigh. She turned to Dean. “What did you hear?”

 

“He was living with another man,” Dean said through gritted teeth.

 

I frowned. “Like a roommate?”

 

“No,” Dean said sharply. “They shared a bedroom.” He and my mother exchanged another dark look. “And it was sinful, Kristin. Do you understand?”

 

My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed. Was Andrew….gay? The thought alone made me blush. I’d never met a gay person before. My best friend, Megan, had kissed another girl at a party once and it had been one of the most scandalous things I’d ever witnessed. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be intimate with someone of my same sex. The thought was honestly pretty disturbing.

“I understand,” I said quietly.

“How long has this been going on?” Mom asked.

“I have no idea,” Dean said. He sighed, making it clear that this matter weighed heavily on his conscience. “But the private investigator told me that it looks like Andrew and this…other man…were very established in a relationship.”

 

“Oh my god,” Mom said. “I had no idea, Dean. He needs help.”

 

“He’s an adult,” Dean said sharply. “He’s free to sin, he’s free to make decisions that will damn him.” He looked at me and I shrank in my chair. “Kristin, do you realize that your stepbrother is a deviant? That he’s not normal?” Dean raised his eyebrows, making it clear that I was supposed to agree.

 

“Right,” I squeaked. “He’s not normal.”

 

“No he’s not,” Mom agreed firmly. She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up. “Kristin, please leave us. Your stepfather and I have some important things to discuss.”

 

As I ran up the stairs and darted into my room, I couldn’t help but feel relieved. Oddly, the news about Andrew wasn’t exactly shocking. He’d always been a little different. The weird thing was, I didn’t understand why Mom and Dean were so upset. I mean, sure, it was a sin in the eyes of God…at least, that’s what our Baptist preacher said every week. But it didn’t mean Andrew was any different as a person, right? I mean, if he’d always been like this. I didn’t know what the big deal was.

 

I normally wasn’t allowed to close my bedroom door for any reason other than changing clothes, but I shut the door quietly behind me and grabbed my laptop from my schoolbag. When I checked my email, it was mostly spam. But I did see an email from my best friend, Megan. Eagerly, I clicked on it.

 

“Hey girl,

 

I’m going to Boston for the weekend – I’m gonna stay with my cousin, Amanda. Do you want to come? I bet you’re really wanting a break by now.

 

Xoxoxo,

Megan”

 

Instantly, my mood lifted. I definitely wanted to go – even though there was slim chance of my parents allowing it, I was dying to get out of the house.

 

I just wished they weren’t so upset about Andrew. Maybe that’s a good thing, I thought as I skimmed over Megan’s email for what felt like the fifth time. Maybe since they’re distracted, they won’t even think about it.

The minutes until dinner time crawled by, I couldn’t concentrate on my work, so I’d pulled out Pride & Prejudice for the tenth time. I’d read it so frequently that I almost had it memorized, but it was still my favorite book of all time. Even though it took place in the nineteenth century, there was still something so relevant about the way Jane and Lizzy dealt with men like Bingley and Darcy.

When it was time to eat, I bolted downstairs. The kitchen smelled delicious – I could tell that Mom had made her standard chicken soup – and I sat down in a chair, primly folding my hands in my lap until Dean and Mom joined me. They weren’t speaking much, and Dean’s lips were twisted in a permanent scowl.

 

It was clear that Andrew and his “deviancy” were still very much on their minds.

 

By the time Mom and Dean sat down, the trip to Boston was practically all I could think about. I played along with their small talk for a few minutes, sipping my soup and eating quietly.

“Kristin, what’s on your mind?” Dean passed me the bread basket and I took a small roll, toying with it in my fingers. “You’ve been awfully quiet this evening.”

 

“Oh, not much,” I said, trying to keep my voice as casual as possible. “Just…my friend, Megan, from school emailed me. She’s going to Boston and wanted to know if I could come with her.”

 

“That sounds nice,” Mom said mildly. My heart soared as she looked at me. “When?”

“This weekend,” I said, buttering a piece of my roll. My stomach was churning but I knew I had to keep up the pretense of at least looking hungry.

 

“Well, I don’t see why not,” Mom said. Just as I was about to leap out of my chair and jump for joy, the other foot came crashing down.

 

“Just as long as you’re home for supper,” Dean said. He passed me the green beans and I took them numbly.

 

I licked my lips. I knew it was now or never.

 

“Well, that’s the thing,” I said carefully. “Megan doesn’t really like driving at night – it’s dangerous, you know – and she’s going to stay over with her cousin Amanda. She invited me to spend the night, too.”

 

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Mom said. She frowned. “Boston is a big city, Kristin. Where does Amanda live?”

 

My mind buzzed and whirred and finally, I spat out the name of the first neighborhood I could think of.

“Jamaica Plain.”

 

Mom frowned. “That neighborhood has a lot of crime activity,” she said. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go.”

 

Something snapped inside of me. I knew I shouldn’t argue with my parents, but I’d had enough. It felt like every time something good happened to me, Mom and Dean had to step in and snatch it away.

“That’s not fair,” I said hotly, standing up from the table. Mom and Dean both looked at me in shock.

 

“Kristin, sit down,” Mom said sharply. “We’re still eating.”

 

“I’m an adult!” I said loudly, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m twenty-two years old! I’m not a little kid anymore!”

 

Mom’s eyes burned with anger. “Yes, and you’re living under this roof,” she said hotly. “You don’t get to make demands like this.”

 

“But I’m not a child! You can’t keep me here!”

 

“Well, Kristin, if you feel that way, you’re welcome to move out,” Dean said. “You’ll need to find a job so you can pay for school, and housing, and your cell phone, and utilities, and insurance, and all of your other bills.” His calm smile infuriated me. “And as soon as you do that, you’re free to do things like visit Boston for the weekend. But until then, it’s our rules.”

 

I stared at him, my mouth hanging open in shock.

“This is why Andrew acted out,” I cried loudly. “You didn’t give him any room to breathe!”

 

Before Mom and Dean could say anything else, I spun around and stomped up the stairs. Hot tears leaked from my eyes and I slammed my bedroom door behind me, throwing myself on the bed and sobbing.

 

It’s not fair, I thought angrily. I hate them for doing this to me! The tears burned my eyes as they streamed down my face and my nose was filled with gluey, wet snot.

 

Eventually, I cried myself to sleep.

 

 

Chapter Two

The next week dragged by. Christmas was the usual family affair – we went to Mom’s parents’ house first, then to Dean’s father’s for a second dinner. Both events were full of cousins whom I’d rarely spoken with before, and I didn’t exactly have high hopes for gifts. I’d worked hard to knit Mom and Dean scarves. They seemed to like them okay, but honestly, I was still angry over the whole Boston thing. I was starting to realize that being sheltered wasn’t exactly a good thing.

 

Andrew hadn’t come home. I hadn’t exactly expected him to do so, but it still felt like a loss. When we were at Dean’s father’s house, I snuck into the hallway and looked at pictures of Andrew as a little kid. With his big eyes and curly dark hair, he gave every indication that he’d grow up to be a real devil.

 

When class started up again, Megan was in my biology seminar. After class, we got coffee in the student union. It was the first time I’d seen her since the previous semester, and I felt like we had loads to talk about. Or at least, she had loads to talk about. The most exciting thing I’d done all break was help Mom bake cookies for the annual church bake sale.

 

“Oh my god,” I gushed when I saw Megan. She’d cut her butt-length straight red hair into a chic bob that showed off her jawline. She was wearing a black leather jacket and sleek leggings – she looked at least five years older.

 

“Santa really hooked me up this year,” Megan said with a smirk. “How was your Christmas?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “Horrible,” I mumbled. “I’m so sick of Mom and Dean right now. They keep treating me like such a little kid.”

 

Megan nodded sympathetically. Like me, she’d grown up with strict parents. But her parents had gotten a divorce while she was in high school, and after that, Megan’s mom turned out to be pretty wild. She lived at home, too, but unlike me, she had basically free reign. She also had her own car, and she’d had three boyfriends. I was worlds below her in terms of experience.

 

“Well, I’m going to Boston again this weekend,” Megan said. She smirked. “Why not tell your parents that you’re staying over with me and come with? Amanda is so much fun,” she gushed. “When we were there, she took me to this brewery and there were so many hot guys working. I got like, six phone numbers.”

 

My palms itched at the thought of getting even one phone number.

 

“Wow,” I said. “And, um, I don’t know. I feel really weird lying.”

 

“Kristin,” Megan said dryly. “You have to do this, girl. You owe it to yourself.”

 

I slumped down in my seat and sipped my coffee. “I don’t know,” I mumbled. “It really seems like a bad idea. You know how strict she is.”

 

“If you don’t lie to your parents and sneak out, I’m coming over there and kidnapping you,” Megan said. “Okay?” She smirked at me and suddenly, I was reminded of why we were such good friends. She’d always been able to read me like this – it was one of her best qualities.

 

“Okay,” I agreed. “But if I get in trouble…”

 

“You won’t,” Megan promised. “Trust me. We’ve got everything taken care of, and you’ll be home right after breakfast the next day.” She giggled. “I hate driving with a hangover, but it’ll be worth it.”

 

That night, I went home and told Mom and Dean that I had a big test in biology the next week, and that Megan and I would be studying together over the weekend. It didn’t hurt that her older brother, Michael, was in med school. Mom bought the lie immediately. I didn’t even have to sweat too much. I guessed they were still distracted about Andrew, because normally, I would have had to face a lot of questions if I told my mom I was just going to leave like that.

 

As Megan and I drove into Boston, my excitement took over and I forgot about being nervous. Her cousin, Amanda, was basically everything I want to be in the future – gorgeous, sexy, funny, and with a great job that let her rent a fabulous apartment. She took us out dancing, and to breweries, and out to dinner with her friends at this gorgeous restaurant that overlooked the bay.

“This is so cool,” I said, sipping at my spiced caramel martini. It was so sweet I couldn’t even tell that I was drinking alcohol. “I love it here.”

 

“I come here all the time,” Amanda said. She pointed over my shoulder, towards the bar. “One of my friends works there, you see that blonde guy?”

 

I nodded, blushing. “He’s really cute.”

 

“He’s gay,” Amanda said with a laugh. “So don’t think too much about him. But he’s really sweet, and he always gives me free drinks.”

 

Just then, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I frowned when I realized that it was Mom.

 

Fuck, I thought. What does she want?

 

When I showed Megan, she shook her head. “Don’t answer,” she said quickly. “She’ll leave you alone if you don’t pick up. Just tell her you were studying and you didn’t hear it go off.”

 

But seeing Mom’s name on the screen gave me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Nervously, I bundled up in my coat and went outside, wishing that it wasn’t so loud.

 

“Hi,” I said. “What’s up?”

 

“Kristin, where are you?”

 

My heart sank. “Um, I’m at Megan’s,” I said. “We’re studying, remember? I told you I’d be spending the night here.”

 

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Mom said. “Where are you, Kristin?”

 

A lump formed in my throat and my skin suddenly felt too hot and too tight for my body. I was gripping the phone so tightly that my hand was numb.

“Kristin, if you don’t answer me, I’m calling the police,” Mom snapped. “So you’d better tell me. Now!” She ordered loudly. “Where the hell are you?”

 

“Um, I’m in Boston,” I squeaked quietly. “With Megan. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

 

“The hell you will!” Mom yelled. “You’d better walk through this door in one hour or else!”

 

“I can’t,” I replied. “Megan won’t leave – Mom, we’ve had a few drinks, it’s not safe if she gets behind the wheel of a car!”

“I don’t give a shit,” My mom snarled. I was taken aback – the few times I’d ever heard her curse, it had never been directed at me.

 

“Well, Mom, I can’t come home,” I said. “I’ll be home tomorrow, okay?”

 

“Unless you’re coming to get your things, you’re no longer welcome,” Mom said icily.

 

“What?” The word came out as a yelp. “What did you just say?”

 

“If you can’t obey my rules, you’re not welcome in my home,” Mom snapped. “You lied to me and disobeyed me, Kristin. You’re a bad daughter! And since you’ve shown you can’t respect the rules, I’m not going to let you stay here anymore.”

 

I felt like my world was crashing down around me. Without saying anything else, I hung up the phone and slid it into my pocket. All around me, people buzzed in crowds and groups. They were all happy – laughing, singing, making jokes. I hated them for being so carefree. I bet they don’t know what this feels like, I thought, glaring.

 

An icy wind whipped over my face and stung my eyes. Finally, I pushed my way back into the restaurant and sat down with a huff at the table.

 

Megan and Amanda eyed me. “What’s wrong?” Megan asked. “Everything okay?”

 

I shook my head, feeling numb. “It’s not okay,” I said. “She kicked me out of the house. She found out I lied to her. She told me I can’t come back unless it’s to grab the rest of my stuff.”

 

Megan and Amanda looked at each other.

 

“Well, you’re welcome to crash with me for a night or two,” Amanda said slowly. “But my landlord has a really strict policy about no other people staying in the apartment for more than a week.”

 

I stared at her. “It’s okay,” I said, even though I felt so far from okay that it wasn’t even funny. “I know I’ll have to find somewhere else.”

 

“You can always move in with me,” Megan said brightly. “Michael’s friend Teddy did that when they were still in pre-med. My parents only charged him three hundred dollars a month for rent, isn’t that good?”

 

I stated at her dully. “I don’t have a job,” I said. “I have no savings – at least, not savings I can get my hands on. I share a bank account with my mom.”

 

“Girl,” Amanda said slowly. “You have got to learn how to be more independent.”

 

That’s when Andrew’s smug, smirking face popped into my mind.

 

“I think I know someone I can call,” I said slowly. “But it’s gonna be a long shot.”

 

An hour later, I was waiting nervously for Andrew in the lobby of Amanda’s building. There was a little wine bar, Café Amana, where we’d agreed to meet. I was chilled to the bone and I didn’t feel like drinking, but I knew that I couldn’t just come right out and tell him what had happened over the phone. After all, we’d barely spoken to each other or spent much time together. Andrew was basically a stranger to me.

 

All we had in common was our parents.

 

“Kristin?”

 

I turned around at the sound of my name. Standing in front of me was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. His skin was deeply tanned, like he’d just gotten back from Greece, and his dark hair was smoothed into waves that showed off his sculpted face. There was a hint of dark scruff on his chin and jaw, and his sexy dark eyes seemed to penetrate me.

 

“Hi, Andrew,” I said nervously. God, he’s even more handsome than I remembered! How is that even possible?

 

Andrew relaxed into an easy smirk. “You look so grown-up,” he said with a tinge of sarcasm in his dark, rich baritone. “It’s good to see you.” Before I could reply, Andrew pulled me into a hug, crushing me against his muscular body. The scent of expensive, woody cologne radiated from his skin.

 

It took all the effort I had not to swoon.

 

“So,” Andrew said. “What are you doing in Boston?” We’d just sat down at the bar and ordered drinks – I’d gotten something called a Candy Cane Martini and Andrew had ordered a bourbon on the rocks. I couldn’t stop sneaking little glances at him. Every inch of his appearance seemed to radiate confidence and sex. He was wearing a dark button-down shirt that clung to his graceful, brawny torso and his dark pants made his legs seem longer than humanly possible. He was both feline and boyish at the same time.

 

I wanted to kiss him.

 

Instead, I sipped my drink. It was sugary sweet – which was the only kind of alcohol I could stand.

“I’m surprised to see you drinking,” Andrew smirked. He sipped his bourbon and rolled the glass around in his sinewy hand. I snuck a look at his hands and shivered when I saw how veiny and thick they were.

 

“Well, I’m not at home,” I said tightly. “That’s um…that’s kind of the reason why I called you.”

 

Andrew leaned back in his chair. “Oh, yeah? Thought you’d pay me a visit now that you’re in Boston?”

 

I nodded. “Sort of.” When Andrew looked at me expectantly, I knew I couldn’t keep silent about my dilemma anymore. “Mom and Dean threw me out,” I said flatly. “I…I came up here with my friend Megan, from school, and I lied because Mom wouldn’t have let me come otherwise.”

 

“Go on,” Andrew said, taking a sip of his bourbon. His dark eyes flashed mysteriously.

 

“It’s just…” I sighed, setting my martini glass down on the bar. The alcohol was starting to make me feel warm and relaxed, something I wasn’t used to feeling. “You know how it is,” I said finally. “Mom and Dean are just so strict! It’s like, I never do anything wrong but I get punished anyway! It’s not fair, Andrew. I’m an adult – I’m twenty-two. And I can’t even spend the night away from home without getting the third degree!”

 

Andrew nodded slowly. “You’re completely right,” he said. He smirked. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you Dad wasn’t always this bad. But something changed, I guess. I mean, I had to get away from them. And now you don’t blame me, do you?”

 

I shook my head. “I understand,” I said. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.

 

“So, do you have a place to stay?”

 

I couldn’t meet Andrew’s eyes. Instead, I just shook my head. “I don’t,” I said flatly. “I can stay with my friend Megan’s relative here for a few days, but not more than a week. She said her landlord is really strict about extended guests.”

 

“Makes sense,” Andrew replied. “Well, why not stay with me?”

 

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”

 

Andrew smirked again, looking devilishly handsome. “Sure,” he said. “You just have to promise me one thing?”

 

I frowned. “What’s that?”

 

“Promise me you’ll learn to lighten up,” Andrew said dryly.

 

I swallowed nervously. I wasn’t sure what that meant, and I didn’t like the sound of it.

 

But I didn’t have any choice.

 

“Okay,” I mumbled. “I promise.”

 

Andrew’s dark eyes flashed. “Good.”

 

It was then that I got another sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wondered what exactly Andrew meant, but I didn’t want to seem like a bratty little kid by asking too many questions.

 

Still, I knew I had to agree to his terms. After all, I didn’t have any other choice.

 

 

Chapter Three

Andrew paid for two more drinks and then we climbed in a cab and rode to where he lived, in the South End. It was a much posher neighborhood than Jamaica Plain, and I couldn’t help pressing my face against the window and watching as we rolled past gorgeous, antique homes.

“How can you afford this,” I breathed. “This is incredible, Andrew.”

 

Andrew smirked. Then he did something very strange – he rested his hand on my knee. At first, I squirmed under his touch. But after a few seconds, I began to enjoy the heat radiating from his palm and sinking into my skin. Andrew slid his hand further up my thigh. When I looked over at him, he raised his eyebrow.

 

“Just remember what I said back in the bar,” Andrew said smoothly.

 

The cab slowed to a stop and Andrew paid, handing the driver a twenty. I followed him back into the cold air, shivering as it hit the exposed skin at my neck and hands. Andrew led the way into a gorgeous, older building with an intricate brass gate.

“This is beautiful,” I said, craning my neck and glancing up. “You live here?”

 

Andrew nodded. “I have for a few years,” he said. When he opened the front door, I was startled by the sight of another man on the couch.

 

“Hey,” the guy greeted Andrew. His eyes flicked over me with interest. “Who’s this?”

 

“This is Kristin,” Andrew said. His voice contained just a hint of mocking. “You’ve heard me mention her, right?”

 

The guy nodded. He stood up and stared at me, raising his eyebrows as his eyes took in every inch of my appearance. I blushed – between Andrew and this guy, I’d had more attention paid to me by men today than the rest of my life combined.

 

“I’m Victor,” the guy said. He held out a hand and we shook – his grip was soft but strong, and I was surprised by how thoroughly he shook my hand.

 

“Kristin is going to stay with us for a while,” Andrew said. “Dad and Carissa kicked her out because she lied about going to Boston.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s twenty-two, if you can believe that,” he added. “My parents are such fucking prudes.”

I blushed at the use of the curse, but after a few moments, I couldn’t help giggling. He was exactly right.

 

I yawned. “Do you mind…do you mind showing me where I’ll be sleeping?” I glanced down at my watch. “I know it’s only nine, but I’m exhausted.”

 

Andrew smirked. “Come with me, honey,” he said. “Up the stairs.”

 

“Nice to meet you,” I said, nodding my head at Victor. But to my surprise, he followed Andrew up the stairs. He was cute, too – the opposite of Andrew, with a lanky body, dark blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. He had a cleft in his chin and wireless glasses that made him look like a young professor….the kind of professor that girls like Megan would flirt shamelessly with.

 

Victor smirked at me. I blushed scarlet – for such a mild-looking guy, he had a way of staring at me that made me feel like he was going to detach his jaw and swallow me whole.

 

Andrew led me up the stairs, through a dark hallway, and into a bedroom with a huge, king-sized bed and a silk duvet.

 

“You’ll be sleeping here,” Andrew said. He grinned. “Any questions?”

 

“Uh.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Where’s the bathroom?”

 

“Down the hall,” Andrew replied. He stepped closer to Victor. Victor reached up and started rubbing Andrew’s upper back. I knew that I shouldn’t stare, but it was hard to tear my eyes away from the two gorgeous men touching each other. As Victor kept massaging Andrew, Andrew closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

 

My cheeks were burning with shame. “I should leave you alone,” I mumbled, stepping back. But when I glanced up, I saw that Victor and Andrew were kissing deeply. Their tongues entwined with each other’s, and Victor wrapped his arms around Andrew’s muscular shoulders, pulling him close.

 

A strange feeling came over my body – I felt tingly and hot, like I was suddenly too big for my skin. My nipples stiffened inside my bra and I uttered a small moan as I felt the area between my legs grow damp and slippery. What’s wrong with me? I thought shamefully, twisting my body to the side. I’m such a perv!

 

“Come here,” Andrew said. He pulled his arm away from Victor and held it out to me. I didn’t move – I felt like I was frozen to the ground. Andrew grinned, then beckoned me with his finger.

 

“Come here,” Victor echoed. He smirked at me. “You know you want to.”

 

My legs felt like jelly as I walked across the bedroom. Even though it was only a few feet, I felt like I was walking across the ocean.

 

When I reached Andrew and Victor, Andrew pulled me into their embrace. Instantly, my body was surrounded by men. Victor put his hands on my waist and brushed my hair out of my face as Andrew pressed his lips to mine. When we kissed, I felt an electric spark shoot through my body and sizzle through the air. The dampness between my legs became a rush of sexual emotion as Andrew slid his hands down my back and squeezed my ass. Feeling his big, firm hands running all over my body was enough to make me moan softly into his mouth. As Andrew’s tongue slid against mine, I eagerly purred and pressed my body against his.

 

Victor stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders and playing with my hair. His soft lips kissed me right at the top of my spine, making all the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I shivered and thrust my ass against his body. Through his jeans, I could feel that his was rock hard. Andrew gently broke the kiss, pulling away and groaning as I bit his lip. The look in his eyes was dark, sexual – almost magical.

I was barely aware of Victor and Andrew tugging me over to the bed. When Andrew’s cold hands slid under my shirt, I cried out at the shock of his icy fingers against my skin. But soon his hands warmed and I moaned softly as I felt his fingers slide into my bra. Andrew pinched my nipples gently between his thumbs and forefingers and I arched my back. Victor leaned down and kissed me wetly, pushing my mouth open with his tongue and ravaging the inside of my mouth. He tasted like smoke and spice and I shivered as Andrew’s caresses to my nipples grew more forceful. My clit was throbbing in my panties and I moaned softly as Victor pushed me down onto the mattress. Andrew pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room. He and Victor grinned at each other, then nodded before removing their own shirts. Together, they were a perfect contract – Victor’s pale blonde against Andrew’s golden, Grecian skin.

 

Victor and Andrew kissed again, slowly this time. I watched the bulge in Andrew’s pants twitch and I blushed hotly when I realized that it was his cock. Nervously, I reached forward and slid my hand across his erection through his jeans. Andrew groaned. He reached down and grabbed my hand, rubbing my fingers forcefully over his stiff cock.

 

“God,” Andrew groaned. He threw his head back and Victor kissed and bit his neck. I could practically feel the sensation both ways – it was like I was somehow both men and myself, all at once. Victor pulled my other hand towards him and rubbed it against his own cock. Both men were huge, but I could feel that Andrew was slightly bigger. A nervous thrill ran through me. What were we doing? How was it going to end?

 

Andrew and Victor climbed on the bed. As Andrew fumbled with the snap of my jeans, Victor kneeled behind me and tilted my head backwards until we were kissing upside down. I moaned softly into his mouth as I felt Andrew tug my jeans down my thighs and toss them to the side. A warm, musky scent filled the room and my cheeks burned with shame when I realized it was the smell of my own womanly arousal. The crotch of my panties was soaked, and each time my body twisted and strained, the wet fabric rubbed against my labia. It was torture – it felt so damn good, but at the same time, I wanted more.

 

Victor ran his hands down my body and cupped my breasts. Andrew traced the insides of my thighs with his fingers, gently touching me until I was shaking and shivering in his arms. His fingers were so close – yet so far – to my pussy and I desperately wanted him to touch me more.

 

“You smell so good,” Andrew murmured. He kneeled between my legs and nuzzled my wet panties with his nose. A pleasurable sensation burst in my lower belly and I spread my thighs wide, eager for more of his touch. Victor began massaging my back as Andrew pulled my panties to the side. I could see my pussy was wet and glistening with arousal. As Andrew gently reached out and rubbed a finger against my clit, I moaned loudly. It felt amazing – better than anything I could have imagined. I felt like a wanton slut as I lay there on the bed, thrusting my hips forward, towards Andrew’s hand.

 

“You’re sexy, Kristin,” Victor whispered in my ear. Andrew gripped my hips and nuzzled my labia again, making me blush.

 

“She’s so tight,” Andrew murmured. “Tell me Kristin, tell me the truth – are you a virgin?”

 

My cheeks blushed bright red. Slowly, I nodded my head.

 

Andrew grinned. He buried his face between my legs, wrapping his lips around my erect clit and sucking until I thought I was going to die of ecstasy. As the feelings surged through my body, I shivered and writhed and panted with lust. Victor tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. Soon, I was sucking his tongue and moaning into his mouth as Andrew continued to pleasure me.

 

When Andrew pulled away, I gasped. My pussy was swollen and tingling and I was sorely wanting more attention. Andrew climbed off the bed and unfastened his pants, pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. Underneath, he was naked. I couldn’t help but stare at his erect cock. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He grinned at me wickedly when he saw that I was staring.

“Kristin, I’m gonna fuck you,” Andrew growled in a low, throaty voice. I moaned with anticipation as I watched Andrew reach into a side drawer and pull out a condom. He ripped the foil packed open with his teeth and sheathed his erect cock in a thin layer of latex. I gasped as he climbed on the bed.

“No fair,” Victor teased. “I want her, too.”

 

“Too bad,” Andrew said. He grinned. “She’s mine. I want to pop that cherry before anyone else.” Andrew grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed, making my body slide against the silk sheets. I gasped as he roughly flipped me over. Now, I was lying on my belly, with my legs spread akimbo and my face bright red with shame and lust.

 

Victor locked eyes with me. He reached down and stroked his hardness through the fabric of his jeans. As I watched, he rolled his eyes back in his head and moaned with pleasure. It was so erotic watching Victor touch himself. Finally, he unfastened his pants and kicked them to the side. Like Andrew, he was naked underneath. His cock was veiny and thick. There was a shiny drop of moisture beading on the tip and I shivered.

Andrew crawled on top of me, straddling my hips with his muscular legs. I felt the tip of his cock poking at one of my ass cheeks. When I tried to roll over, Andrew pressed me down into the sheets and ground his hips against my ass.

 

“It’s not fair that I get you first,” Andrew growled in my ear. He leaned over my body, reaching underneath of me and tweaking my nipples until I cried out with pleasure. “So you’re gonna pleasure Victor while I fuck you, Kristin. Can you do that for me?”

 

I could barely gasp out a ‘yes’ before Andrew grabbed my hips and hauled me up until I was on my hands and knees. He swatted my ass and I cried out – it didn’t hurt, but the stinging sensation mingled with the intense pleasure flooding my body. I gasped again when I felt the tip of his cock poking at my soaked, swollen pussy.

Victor dropped to his knees, shoving his cock towards my face. He smelled musky and intense, like sweat, and I moaned softly as he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head forward towards his cock.

 

“This might sting for a minute,” Andrew growled. He steadied himself behind me with one hand on my waist. I waited for the inevitable pain of his entry, but it never came. Instead, Andrew’s cock slid inside my pussy with one slick motion that filled my whole body with ecstasy. I cried out in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me, moving his hips back and forth until we were joined together.

 

“Can you suck my cock, Kristin?” Victor asked. Nodding my asset, Victor pushed his cock against my lips. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I opened my lips instinctively.

 

“Curl your lips over your teeth,” Victor said. “That’s good,” he added, watching to make sure I’d done it carefully enough not to scrape him. As his cock filled my mouth, I moaned as Andrew started fucking me harder from behind. It was almost impossible not to bob my head up and down Victor’s long shaft as Andrew bounced me on the bed. My body was taut, stretched – positively singing with pleasure.

Victor took one of my hands from the bed and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. He gently moved my hand up and down until I realized I was supposed to be doing that on my own. When I took over, Victor let his hand fall to the side. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. I was drooling all over his cock – his skin was soaked with my saliva, but I sucked greedily, as if his cock were the source of everything vital and nutritive that I needed.

 

Andrew groaned. He grunted and thrust into me from behind, filling my body with spasms of pleasure. Andrew slid one hand under my body and used his thumb to roughly rub circles around my swollen, exposed clit. I could feel that my pleasure nub was poking out of my labia. My legs were spread so far that my thighs ached from the strain, but it was a delicious kind of ache.

 

“She’s good,” Victor groaned. I started breathing through my nose, letting him push his cock all the way into my mouth. There was something so sexy, so sensual about being humiliated like this – I could barely move, as my body was controlled by the two powerful men on the bed with me. But I didn’t care, everything felt so amazing that I forgot about everything in the world besides sex.

“I’m gonna come,” Andrew grunted. He slammed his cock into me with more force than before. He leaned back, bracing his other hand against the cheeks of my ass. I groaned on Victor’s cock when I felt Andrew’s fingers come dangerously close to my puckered little asshole. Grunting, I tried to sway my hips out of the way but Andrew was stronger. Soon, he was stroking the sensitive surface of my most secret hole with his thumb. The sensation wasn’t dirty at all – it was incredible. It filled my body with a new kind of spasmic pleasure as Andrew fucked me harder than before.

 

Victor was fucking my mouth, pushing and pulling his cock away from my spit-soaked lips. My mouth was swollen and tingly but I wanted to keep sucking him. I loved pleasuring like this – the sensation of Victor’s cock in my mouth made the juices gush from my pussy more powerfully than ever before.

“God,” Victor grunted. “I’m so close. Make her come, Andrew. Make our little slut come for us.”

 

Andrew rubbed lazy circles over the taut opening of my ass with one finger and my clit with his other hand as his cock slammed inside of me. I started to feel like something was gripping me between the legs, something elastic and delicious and perfect. As my body jounced around on the bed, I felt something strong pulse through my whole body. Suddenly, I instinctively felt it – I was going to come.

 

Greedily, I sucked Victor’s cock harder than ever before. Andrew slid his finger into my asshole and gently flicked the sensitive skin as I wriggled my hips and shoved my ass against his cock. The powerful sensations in my belly grew stronger than ever and I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure flow through my body.

 

When my orgasm hit, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe – it felt too good, too amazing. I moaned loudly onto Victor’s cock, bobbing my head faster than ever before. I could feel the muscles of my pussy and ass clenching Andrew’s cock and fingers as I shuddered with orgasmic ecstasy.

 

“God,” Andrew moaned. He paused his thrusts, and then I felt his cock twitching inside of my pussy. I guessed he must be coming powerfully – he tightened his grip on my body until I was almost in pain.

 

Victor groaned and grunted. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my face forward onto his cock until I was practically deep-throating him. Then his cock began to spasm and shake. Seconds later, I felt a hot gush of salty liquid spew down my throat.

 

“Oh my god,” Victor groaned. He pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and flopped down on the bed, utterly spent. His face was bright red and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

 

My heart was still pounding from the incredible, raunchy sex that we’d just enjoyed. I could feel my pussy clenching around Andrew’s cock. When he slid out, it was almost a little painful.

 

My thighs were burning and I collapsed onto the bed in a graceless heap, pulling a sheet over my body to cover my nakedness. Over my body, Andrew and Victor shared a deep kiss.

 

Andrew raised his eyebrows at me after breaking away from Victor. “So, Kristin,” Andrew said, grinning. “Did you have fun?”

 

I blushed deeply. From the way Victor and Andrew looked at each other, I had a feeling they understood how I was feeling.

 

The two men crawled into bed with me in the middle. Andrew pulled a blanket up from the floor and covered our bodies before turning out the light. My mind was racing but my body was exhausted and I felt a sleepy, warm, sated feeling melting across my limbs.

Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

 

 

Chapter Four

In the morning, I felt shy and awkward. I woke up before Victor and Andrew, but not wanting to disturb them, I laid in bed, ruminating over the events of the night before. When it had been happening, it had been such a rush to my senses that I couldn’t even think straight. But now, I couldn’t believe that I’d acted like such a wanton little slut. My cheeks burned with embarrassment (and arousal) as I thought about how good it had felt when Andrew fucked me from behind while I sucked off his boyfriend, Victor. I’d never even come close to having sex before, and yet I’d somehow managed to pull off a sexy ménage a-trois like I was a pro.

 

Victor woke up before Andrew. He glanced at me, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey,” Victor said. “Sleep well?”

 

I licked my lips and blushed. “Yes,” I admitted shyly. “This bed is really comfortable.”

 

Victor smirked. “Yes,” he said, a slight tone of mocking in his voice. “It is.”

 

On my other side, Andrew woke. He too rubbed his eyes, tousling his dark hair with one hand. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was first thing in the morning. His dark eyes were practically glowing with excitement and his dark skin made a beautiful contrast with the white sheets of the bed.

 

“I should shower,” Andrew groaned. His voice was thick and still laced with sleep. “Victor? Kristin?”

 

“What?” I cocked my head to the side. “Why are you asking me?”

 

Andrew’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “I’m asking you to join me,” he said, smirking. “So? Will you?”

 

I didn’t need to be asked twice. The three of us made our way down the hall, into a luxe bathroom with a huge shower. The walls were made of glass and there was enough space on the tiled floor for at least ten people to stand inside. Five gigantic showerheads were placed strategically around the ceiling, and I shivered with anticipation when Andrew turned on the spray of hot water. My nipples were already stiff with arousal and my pussy was still wet and slippery from the night before.

 

“Ladies first,” Victor said, grinning wryly. He pulled open the shower door and made a deep bow. Blushing madly, I walked into the steamy mist of hot water.

 

The water felt like a rebirth, like a baptism. Andrew gently guided me under one of the showerheads and took a bottle of expensive shampoo from the floor, massaging my hair until my senses were flooded with the fragrant, delicious shampoo. I moaned softly as Andrew pulled me under the spray of the water, rinsing me clean.

 

“I think she needs a little inspection,” Victor said. He was smirking and soaping his elegant, lean body with a grey loofah. “What do you think, Andrew?”

 

Andrew grinned. He dragged the soft shower mat closer to my body and dropped down on his knees. When I felt his soapy hands gripping my thighs, I shivered. The same tingle of arousal from the night before spread through my lower belly as Andrew nudged his way between my thighs. This time, when he started gently flicking his tongue over my clit, I was ready for the delicious fireworks that exploded in my lower belly.

 

“How does she taste?” Victor asked. He was standing behind me, gently soaping my back with the loofah. It felt deliciously scratchy over my soft skin and I shuddered as Victor dropped the sponge to the tiled floor and started eagerly massaging my back.

 

Andrew wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled my pussy closer to his face. I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as Andrew’s scruffy chin rubbed against my puffy, swollen labia. Andrew slid a soapy finger inside of me and gently began wriggling it around. I moaned softly as a shockwave of lust went through me.

 

“I want a taste, too,” Victor purred in my ear. He dropped to his knees behind me. When I realized what he was about to do, my cheeks burned bright red with shame, mortification, and the most powerful wave of lust I’d ever experienced.

 

Victor’s wet, strong hands parted the cheeks of my ass. I tensed and strained, nervous that he was about to do something awfully dirty. But when I felt his tongue flicking against the puckered tissue of my asshole, I moaned and relaxed into Victor’s mouth. His tongue gently probed me, running over the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and bucking my hips in either direction.

 

Andrew slid another finger inside of me and began wriggling his fingers against the walls of my pussy until I was whimpering and crying out for want of release. The twin stimulation of my asshole and clit was driving me crazy, and soon I was bracing myself against the slick tiled wall of the shower, begging for release. I felt Victor’s tongue slide inside my asshole just as Andrew slipped a third finger inside of my body.

 

“God,” I cried loudly. “Fuck me! This feels so good,” I purred loudly. When my orgasm hit me, it was as powerful as a truck. I groaned and grunted and thrust my hips in every which way, trying to maximize my pleasure. I held my breath, letting the sensation rip through my body until every cell, every nerve had been fulfilled.

 

Andrew and Victor stood up, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. I half expected them to pull me into a sexual embrace, but shockingly, they just started soaping up and washing off. Soon, the three of us were bantering about Boston sports like we were regulars at a diner, having breakfast and conversation.

 

After the shower, Andrew wrapped me up in a plush towel and kissed me on the forehead.

“You’re doing great,” Andrew said with a smirk. “Even better than I expected.”

 

I frowned. “What are you even talking about?”

 

“Get dressed,” Andrew replied. “I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

 

I didn’t have any clothes but the ones I’d worn into Boston with Megan, but Andrew promised to take me shopping sometime soon. Once I was ready, I ran a brush through my hair and used Andrew’s manly deodorant.

 

“Come on,” Andrew said, jerking his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”

Victor was curled up on the couch, reading a book. I glanced towards him.

 

“Isn’t Victor coming with us?”

 

“I’m working from home today,” Victor called out, not glancing up from the book. I was surprised at his change in demeanor – it was like both Victor and Andrew could go from sex-crazed maniacs to respectable people in a matter of seconds.

Fresh snow had fallen overnight and I marveled at how beautiful the neighborhood looked as Andrew guided me carefully down the icy street. I nearly slipped and fell three times, but each time, Andrew was right there at my side,

gripping my elbow and making sure I stayed on my feet.

 

“Careful,” Andrew said with a grin as he guided me around the corner. “Don’t want you falling and breaking anything.”

 

This time, there was no hint of malice or anything dark in his grin.

 

The restaurant Andrew had chosen was really nice – inside was all reclaimed wood and low, dim lighting that made it look intimate and cozy, even though it wasn’t even noon. Andrew ordered lobster eggs benedict for both of us. I didn’t feel hungry, but looking at the menu made my stomach ache.

 

Everything felt different. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with my stepbrother – that I’d had such raunchy, dirty sex. I felt like a different person. Kristin Calloway didn’t do things like this – had I become someone completely different overnight?

 

Andrew chuckled. “I know how you feel,” he said, breaking the silence at the table. “Trust me – I’ve felt like that before, lots of times.”

 

I nodded slowly. “What do you mean?” My cheeks blushed bright red. “How did you know what I was thinking about?”

 

Andrew snickered. “Your eyes are as wide as saucers, Kristin. Trust me – I know. It’s different, yeah, but trust me, it’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything about you as a person. It doesn’t change who you are in here.” Andrew tapped his chest, which I took to mean as a gesture towards his heart.

 

My blush deepened. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I feel different. I feel like I failed my mom, you know? She always told me…” I trailed off, feeling stupid. Andrew was looking at me like I was a little kid, and I was afraid that he’d judge me if I told him the truth.

“She’s wrong,” Andrew said firmly. “She doesn’t know that sex doesn’t really matter that much.”

 

I frowned. “What do you mean, it doesn’t matter? Victor’s your…your boyfriend,” I finished nervously, taking a sip of my lemon water.

 

Just then, the waiter arrived and placed two steaming plates down on the table. I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything else until after he’d gone.

“Victor’s a good friend, yeah, but he’s not my boyfriend,” Andrew explained. He salted his eggs, then took a neat bite on his fork. “We have sex, that’s it. We’re not in a relationship.”

 

My jaw dropped and my eyebrows shot up.

 

“Are you serious?” I narrowed my eyes. “But you seem…so…I don’t know…at home with each other.”

 

“We’ve been friends for a long time,” Andrew said. “But trust me – that’s all it is. It’s like a way to relieve stress, you know? We’re both into the same stuff, and we both understand exactly what it is that we’re doing.”

 

I frowned, taking a tentative bite of my lobster eggs benedict. I wasn’t sure that I understood. I’d never heard of relationships where people just had sex – I’d always thought that was some myth that showed up in movies.

 

“I’ve never really known anyone like that before,” I said slowly, picking apart my food with my fork. “I mean, I know that I’m sheltered. But I didn’t think I was that sheltered!”

 

Andrew laughed heartily, throwing his head back. When he saw my cross expression, he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Andrew said sincerely. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. It’s just wow, yeah, you are that sheltered. Trust me, I know my dad. He wasn’t always like that, but together with your mom…” Andrew trailed off. “I know exactly what kind of rule they’ve been keeping you under.”

 

I frowned. I didn’t like to listen to anyone criticize my parents, even if I secretly agreed with them. It was unsettling – like hearing that everything I’d ever learned had been a lie.

 

“I know you probably aren’t ready to admit it,” Andrew said. “But trust me, Kristin. You’ll get there.” He narrowed his eyes and took a long sip of his mimosa. “I mean, how old are you, nineteen?”

 

I flushed scarlet. “Twenty-two.”

 

Andrew nodded. “Then it’s about time for you to start learning what it’s like to be on your own. I don’t know why Dad and Carissa treat you like you’re still a kid, but you can’t keep letting them. You have to act like an adult and demand the respect you deserve.”

 

I slunk low in my feet, feeling awkward. I knew that Andrew wasn’t trying to make me feel bad, but I couldn’t help the sense that I was in trouble again – except it felt worse than it did with my parents, because it was Andrew.

 

“I don’t know how you do it,” I said slowly. “I mean, you broke away at an early age.”

 

Andrew shrugged. “I’ve always been like that, but I knew Dad wouldn’t listen to me unless I took steps to earn his respect. And he doesn’t respect me now, but he does know that I’m my own man.”

 

I frowned. “He thinks you’re gay,” I said slowly. “He’s upset about it.”

 

Andrew snickered. “I think you know for yourself that I’m not,” he said archly. “Or have you not been paying attention for the past twelve hours?”

 

I bit my lip as the image of Andrew between my legs flashed to the front of my mind. Inside my jeans, my pussy started twitching and gushing arousal. It was impossible to be with Andrew and not be turned on – he elicited the same kind of reaction inside me every single time.

 

“But seriously, Kristin,” Andrew said. “You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”

 

I shook my head. “What about school?”

 

Andrew shrugged. “In case you didn’t know, Boston is home to a lot of great universities,” he said. “And the job market here is pretty good. You could always finish up at a local school and then find a job.”

 

I stared at him. Being with Andrew was one constant surprise after another. I’d never expected someone as deviant and sexual as him to have such a good grasp of local knowledge.

 

But I was starting to discover that there were a lot of things I didn’t yet understand.

 

 

Chapter Five

After brunch, Andrew handed me a credit card. “Why don’t you go shopping,” he offered. “Get yourself some new clothes.”

I stared blankly. “By myself?” I looked around – the streets of Boston suddenly looked intimidating and busy. “What if I get mugged? Or kidnapped?”

Andrew laughed. “Sorry,” he said, seeing my expression. “It’s just, this is a really safe part of the city. You don’t have to worry about anything bad happening…just don’t do anything dumb,” he said. He rolled his eyes. “Wow, the parents really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

 

I frowned. I wasn’t sure if he was making fun of me or not, but something about the way he’d talked to me didn’t exactly feel good.

 

Andrew leaned down and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. He tilted my face up for a kiss and I melted as his warm lips pressed against mine. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I moaned softly and wriggled my body against his.

 

Andrew nipped at my lower lip. “You’re great, Kristin,” he said softly. “You know that, right?”

 

I blushed. I was sure he was putting me on, but part of me didn’t care. Getting compliments like that from the sexiest man I’d ever met still made me feel good.

 

In the end, I called Megan and asked if she wanted to come shopping with me. When she met me at a department store an hour later, she squealed and threw her arms around my neck.

 

“Oh my god,” Megan cried. “Girl, look at you!” She spun me in a circle. “You’re glowing! What happened, did things work out with your mom?”

 

Laughing, I blushed and shook my head. “Not exactly,” I admitted. “But um…I slept with someone. For the first time,” I added quickly.

 

Megan smirked. “Finally,” she said. “At least we can cross that off the list for you.” She raised her eyebrows. “Who?”

 

My cheeks burned redder than Hell. “Um…just someone,” I said carefully, not wanting to admit that my stepbrother Andrew and his roommate Victor were the sexy men who had popped my cherry.

 

“Kristin, come on,” Megan wheedled as we walked into the lobby of the department store. I had to pause for a moment and crane my neck upwards to look at all of the gorgeous decorations.

 

“I know, you’re my best friend,” I said carefully. “I just…um…it was Andrew,” I said quickly.

 

“Your stepbrother?” Megan’s jaw dropped and she burst out laughing. “Girl, he is hot! But that’s weird!”

 

I frowned. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” I said, walking over to a display of women’s clothing. “Do you like this?” I asked, pointing to a bejeweled cardigan on display.

Megan ignored me. “I mean, I know it’s not like, incest,” she said. “But don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

 

“It’s weirder that I had sex,” I said, blushing when I realized how loudly I was speaking. “But it’s not like Andrew and I grew up together as brother and sister. I’ve only met him like, a handful of times.”

 

Megan whistled. “Well, congrats,” she said. “He is really hot. But you’re not going to tell your mom, are you?”

 

“Oh my god, no!” I cried loudly, feeling scandalized. “What makes you think I’d do something so stupid?”

 

Megan looked at me for a long time. “No,” she said slowly. “I just think…well, come on, Kristin. Sometimes you overshare with your parents. It’s one of the reasons why they’re so overprotective of you.”

 

I frowned. That wasn’t the answer I’d been hoping for.

 

Megan and I barely talked as we wandered through the store. I didn’t really feel that great about shopping anymore, but I knew Andrew would ask a lot of questions if I came home empty handed. Finally, I picked out a few pairs of jeans and a new sweater, along with some panties.

 

“You should buy lingerie,” Megan said. “For Andrew.”

 

I stared at her. “I thought you said what I was doing was gross?”

 

Megan shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said that,” she replied. “I’m sorry. It was just kind of a shock.” She pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Kristin.”

 

I smiled. “Thanks,” I replied. “But you mean it? Lingerie? Really?”

 

Megan raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Why not?”

 

Megan led me to the lingerie section. Just looking at the array of silk and lace made me blush. She loaded up my arms with bra and panty sets, chemises, teddies, and bodysuits. When I went into the fitting room, I took off my clothes and stared down at my naked body.

 

Even though I felt different, I looked exactly the same. I still had the same small, perky breasts as before. My belly looked the same, too – small with just a tiny little hint of roundness. And my hips were still narrow, girlish. I blushed.

 

“This is going to look so stupid on me,” I whispered through the curtain. “Megan, I feel ridiculous!”

 

“Well, stop complaining and try something on,” Megan whispered back. “You won’t know until you try!”

 

I pulled on a pair of silk panties. The material slid smoothly along my skin, and I felt a trace of arousal spark through my body. The panties snugly fit my pussy and I moved my hips from side to side, feeling sexy and sleek. I paired them with a silk bra that only pushed my breasts up high and showed my nipples. With a soft sigh, I ran my hands over my body.

 

I did feel different, I realized. I felt sexy and more powerful than ever before.

 

When I left the store an hour later, I was wearing the new silk panties and revealing bra under a new sweater and jeans. Even Megan commented on the way I couldn’t stop smirking.

 

“Now you look like a real woman,” Megan said. We hugged at the bus stop. “Call me and tell me how things are going?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Are you coming home?”

 

I shrugged. “Not for a while,” I said. “At least, not tonight.”

 

I went back to Andrew’s, expecting him and Victor to pounce on me immediately. But instead, they both kept their distance. And when we sat down for dinner, I could sense that something wrong and awkward was hanging in the air.

 

“This is delicious,” I said, breaking the silence between the three of us. Andrew had made pasta with angel hair and red sauce and it was delicious. I slurped up a big bite, wiping the messy sauce from my cheeks and blushing.

 

“Kristin, what do you think about going with me to a concert on Friday?” Victor raised an eyebrow and took a sip of wine. “You might enjoy it.”

 

“I was going to take Kristin out on Friday,” Andrew said, glaring at Victor. “You didn’t even give me a chance to ask her.”

 

“Well, I asked her first,” Victor said hotly. “So what do you think, Kristin? How about it?”

 

I glanced from Victor to Andrew, feeling confused. I didn’t know how to explain it, but there was something very odd about feeling like the two men were competing for my attention.

“Um, I don’t know,” I said timidly. “We’ll have to see how I’m feeling, I guess.”

 

“Whatever,” Victor mumbled. “Just thought I’d ask.”

 

Now I felt guilty. I didn’t know how to explain it, but somehow the idea of being alone with Victor made me feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him, but I didn’t exactly know him very well, either. After all, Andrew was my stepbrother. He was the one who’d spent more time with me, making sure that I felt comfortable and that I was getting along in Boston, without my parents. With Victor, I wasn’t even sure what we’d talk about if it came to that.

 

“So, Kristin, how was the rest of your day?” Andrew took a bite of pasta.

“It was fine, I went shopping with Megan,” I told him. Reaching into the back pocket of my pants, I pulled out my wallet and plucked the credit card free. Handing it back to Andrew, I blushed.

“What did you buy?” Victor asked.

 

I swallowed nervously and pushed back from the table, lifting my sweater high and showing off the sexy bra. My nipples were already stiff and swollen from having rubbed against the material of my sweater all day, and I was aching for attention.

 

Victor and Andrew looked at me, their faces covered in lust. Victor got up and started to move towards me, but Andrew stayed put.

 

“Can we finish dinner?” Andrew asked pointedly. “Very nice, Kristin.”

 

I sat down, somehow feeling like I’d screwed up.

 

After dinner, I went upstairs and started putting my new clothes away in the dresser drawer that Andrew had cleared for me. I was just about done when I heard the bedroom door open. Heavy footsteps sounded behind me, and strong muscular hands wrapped around my waist, gripping me tightly.

 

“You’re so sexy,” Andrew whispered in my ear. I blushed, turning around in his arms and tilting my chin up for a kiss. When our lips met, it was in a flurry of passion. Arousal and lust spiked in my blood as Andrew tangled his fingers in my hand, feeding on my open mouth. His tongue danced in my mouth and I felt my pussy tingling with excitement. Wrapping my arms around Andrew’s shoulders, I pulled him close and shoved my body against his muscular bulk.

 

“Thanks,” I whispered softly when we’d broken away. My breath was coming in frantic, damp bursts and I shivered at the intense way Andrew’s eyes flicked over my body.

“I don’t want to share you, Kristin,” Andrew panted. “I want you all for myself.”

 

An elicit shiver ran through my body as Andrew stared deeply into my eyes. When we kissed, I pressed myself close to him. Somehow, it felt even more intimate just being with him alone than being with him and Victor at the same time. Andrew sucked and nibbled on my lower lip, making me moan deeply into his mouth.

“God,” I purred. “Andrew, I want you.”

 

Andrew’s hands slid under my sweater. He rubbed his thumbs over my swollen nipples and I gasped in pleasure as he began to pinch and pull at the stiff flesh. Arousal swirled through my lower body and I moaned. Andrew shoved a muscular thigh between my legs, pressing it against the crotch of my jeans. My pussy was on fire inside the silk panties and I eagerly ground against Andrew’s thick leg.

 

The bedroom door burst open and Andrew and I leapt apart. I blushed madly as Victor walked into the room, smirking.

“Hey, Kristin,” Victor said. “Come here.” He beckoned me with a finger. Desire and lust were swirling through my body, but suddenly I felt confused.

 

“Damnit, don’t you knock?” Andrew asked angrily. “Come on, man. We were having a moment.”

 

Victor frowned. “Kristin, don’t you want to kiss me?”

 

I sighed and flopped down on the bed, feeling a confused blend of emotion and horniness.

 

“I don’t know how to deal with you both,” I said hotly, shaking my head from one side to the other. My skin was still buzzing and itching for Andrew’s touch, but now that Victor was here, I had a feeling we wouldn’t get to pick up where we left off. The mood had been ruined. Even though I’d had incredible sex with both of them, and even though I’d picked out the lingerie for both Andrew and Victor, I couldn’t deny that somehow, being alone with Andrew almost felt more taboo than being with both men at the same time.

“What are you talking about?” Victor crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “We’re both your friends.”

 

“You’re fighting over me,” I said, blushing. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make things awkward, but it feels weird for me!”

 

Andrew and Victor glared at each other.

“You don’t have to play this game anymore, Kristin,” Andrew said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

 

I stared at him, loving the pleading look in his dark eyes. As much as I wanted to throw myself at him, I knew that I couldn’t. Tears welled up in my eyes and I bit my lip, glancing up at the ceiling so I wouldn’t cry. It felt incredibly weird to be crying when I was still horny.

 

Everything was so mixed up. I didn’t know what to do.

“Kristin, maybe you—“

 

“Shut up,” Andrew hissed to Victor. “She’s upset, okay? Give her some space!”

 

“I wasn’t demanding anything,” Victor snapped. “I just wanted her to hear my point of view. Kristin—“

 

“Shut up,” Andrew growled, louder than before. “We should give her some space.”

 

“No, I think she needs to finish talking—“

 

“Shut up!” I screamed, jumping to my feet. “I can’t do this anymore!” I looked sadly from Andrew to Victor as my heart thumped loudly in my chest. “I have to go home,” I said softly. “This…this isn’t for me. I don’t think I can do it.”

 

“Kristin, please—“

 

“No, Andrew,” I said softly. “I’m too afraid of getting hurt.” I bit my lip. “I can’t let you break my heart.”

 

Not knowing what else to do, I threw myself down on the bed and sobbed.

 

 

Chapter Six

Andrew drove me to the train station. We didn’t talk in the car – I felt awkward and uncomfortable around him, ever since I’d made the announcement that I was planning to leave.

 

“Kristin, are you sure this is what you want?”

 

I stared at him, my gorgeous stepbrother. What I want is you, I thought, afraid to say it out loud. Instead, I nodded my head slowly.

“I think this was moving too fast for me,” I said quietly. “I’m not really the fast kind of girl, you know?”

Andrew sighed. He reached for my hand, twining his thick fingers with mine and squeezing gently. The comfort was reassuring, but I knew that I couldn’t back down. Unless Andrew was willing to be with me and me alone, I couldn’t keep playing these dangerous games. I knew that somehow I’d wind up getting hurt.

 

“It’s your decision,” Andrew said stiffly. “I respect that.”

 

We pulled into the train station and I shifted awkwardly in my seat. Part of me wanted to throw myself across the seat and kiss him, but I knew I couldn’t do that – it would be betraying Victor.

 

“Well, thanks,” I said softly. “I’m really sorry, Andrew. I didn’t know this would happen.” I sighed. “I just…I don’t want to get hurt. You can respect that, right?”

 

Andrew nodded slowly. “You know you don’t have to leave, right? You can stay, Kristin. You don’t have to go back there – back to that den of wolves.”

 

I wrinkled my nose, nodding. “I know.”

 

“And when you’re really ready to leave again, you can come and stay with me,” Andrew added. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m upset with you for leaving.”

 

I blushed. “I know,” I said softly.

 

A train whistle blew loudly from the station, making me jump and squeak with surprise. Andrew laughed.

“You’re so cute,” he said. He leaned forward and my heart skipped a beat. He’s going to kiss me, I thought in excitement. He’s gong to kiss me goodbye – he really does like me! But instead of a passionate kiss on the lips, Andrew’s mouth gently pressed against my forehead.

 

“Bye,” I whispered. Tears filled my eyes as I grabbed my bags from the backseat and slammed the door. I kept wanting Andrew to follow me, to chase after me.

 

But he never died.

The train ride home was enough to fill me apprehension. I didn’t want to go back with my parents, but I knew that I really didn’t have another choice. After all, this was my fault. I was the one who had lied to my mom, regardless of how ridiculous the circumstances had been, and I was the one who was going to have to face the consequences of my actions.

 

Hell, to be honest, I was surprised that she was letting me come home at all.

 

Mom picked me up at the local station, an hour later. The air in the car was icy, and her lips were set in a tight line.

 

“Mom, I’m really sorry I lied,” I said softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

 

Mom heaved a huge sigh. “I know, honey,” she said. “But what you did was wrong. It’s a sin to lie to your parents.”

 

For a brief second, I had the strangest urge to laugh. I knew that it was wrong – I knew, deep down, that Mom was right. But it was almost like my few days with Andrew had taught me something…that my mom was actually ridiculous.

 

“Kristin?” Mom asked sharply. “Are you listening to me?”

 

I blushed and sank lower in the seat. “Yes, ma’am,” I said quietly. “I’m listening.”

The odd urge to laugh didn’t fade for the rest of the day. When Mom and I got home, I carried my stuff upstairs and without thinking, shut the door behind me. An hour later, Mom was beating on my door and screaming angrily.

 

“Kristin, if you don’t open this door right now, I’ll break it down! You won’t be allowed to have a bedroom door, do you hear me, young lady?”

 

I got to my feet and yanked the door open just as Mom started beating both of her fists against the white-painted wood. She came stumbling into my room, gasping for air, her face bright red with anger.

 

I couldn’t explain why, but suddenly, I had to bite at the inside of my cheeks to keep from bursting out into laughter. It was ridiculous!

“You treat me like I’m a little kid,” I said pointedly, staring at my mom. “Weren’t you ever allowed to close your bedroom door when you were a kid?”

 

My mom’s eyes flashed angrily at me. “Kristin,” she spat through clenched teeth. “You need to learn how to act like a proper young lady if you’re going to stay in this house,” she said angrily. “And respecting your parents is the best and first way to do that.”

 

I frowned, narrowing my eyes. “It’s just a door,” I said blankly. “What the hell do you think I’m going to do in here by myself? Listen to music with curses?”

 

The sting of my mom’s hand across my cheek was enough to make me cry out in pain.

 

“Kristin, I don’t know what you learned out there on your own, but you’re in my home now,” Mom breathed angrily. “And you’re going to play by my rules.”

 

Suddenly, Andrew’s face popped into my mind. It was the strangest thing – he’d used almost the exact same phrase shortly before I decided to come home. But he’d been telling me that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to.

 

Now, my mom was telling me the opposite.

 

Dinner that night was even worse. Dean and Mom treated me like a kid – I wasn’t even allowed to serve myself, for fear that I’d drop the dish on the floor. It was fucking ridiculous. I didn’t know if they’d actually gotten worse, or if it was just in my mind. After all, I’d had a couple of days away from my parents. And I’d gotten quite the “education” about how different things could be in a house with no rules.

 

“Kristin,” Mom said. “You’re coming to Bible study with me tonight. The theme is learning how to obey what God wants for us.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “I have to study,” I lied. “I should be on track when I start the next semester.”

 

“Then maybe you should have thought the better of lying to me,” Mom snapped. “You’re coming and that’s final.”

 

I looked up at Dean, hoping to plead my case. “Dean, I really need to finish this paper,” I said. “Please?”

 

Dean sighed. “Kristin, you lied about doing that before,” he said slowly. “Listen to your mother. She knows what’s best for you.”

 

“But I’ll be right here,” I exclaimed loudly.

 

Dean and Mom looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” Dean said slowly. “Your mom rules the roost around here. You know that, kiddo.”

 

Defeated, I slunk back down in my chair.

 

Bible study was even worse than I thought it would be. The rest of the people there were young – like teenagers – and I was obviously the oldest one. Even worse, some girl asked me which high school I went to because she’d “never seen me around.”

 

It was like my hot night in bed with Andrew and Victor was the most distant of distant memories.

 

At home, I crawled into bed and turned out the lights, with my door wide open (of course.) Mom and Dean stayed up watching old reruns of Family Matters and then around eleven, they finally went to bed. As quietly as I could, I pulled my laptop out of my bag and booted it up.

 

Without thinking too much, I wrote:

 

“Dear Andrew,

 

You were right. This is completely miserable, and it’s gotten even worse. I can’t stay here anymore. Were you serious about me being able to live with you?

 

I miss you.

 

Kristin.”

 

I almost wrote “love” before my name, but decided that was too mushy and stupid. Besides, I was sure that Andrew didn’t feel the same way about me. He was a cool, older guy. He’d taken my virginity, and I was sure that was the extent of his affection towards me. It wasn’t like he was the kind of guy who fell in love, at least, that’s what I had to think. Andrew was too cool for things like love. Besides, I imagined if he loved anyone, it was probably Victor.

 

I debated hitting ‘send’ for a solid ten minutes. Then I heard a cough from my mom’s bedroom, and the yellow glare of light appeared in the hallway. It’s now or never, I realized. I have to do this or else I won’t get the chance again. Nervously, I pushed ‘send’ and watched the email fade away, out of my inbox, towards Boston.

 

“Kristin?” Mom was standing in the doorway, wearing a hairnet and glasses. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

 

“Your cough woke me up,” I mumbled, turning on my side and facing away from the door.

 

Mom sighed angrily, but she didn’t say anything.

 

Finally, I fell into a deep, troubled sleep.

 

In the morning, I went downstairs and turned the coffeemaker on. Normally, I wasn’t allowed to touch it, but the thought of Andrew rescuing me made the thought of punishment much more bearable.

 

“Kristin, what are you doing?”

 

I jumped a mile into the air at the sound of Dean’s voice.

“Um, sorry,” I said quickly, blushing to the roots of my hair. “I wanted some coffee.”

Dean glared at me. “You’d better not have broken this,” he warned. “This was a very expensive piece of machinery!”

 

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I really wasn’t trying to do anything wrong.”

 

The knock on the door made me jump again. Dean turned to me, glaring.

 

“Are you expecting anyone?”

 

“Me?” I shook my head in surprise. “Of course not.”

 

Mumbling under his breath, Dean went to answer the door. When he yanked it open, Andrew and Victor were standing there, holding a bottle of wine and a basket of fruit and chocolate.

 

“Hey, Dad,” Andrew said, a huge shit-eating grin spread across his handsome face. “Long time no see!”

 

When Dean recovered, he backed away from the door. For a moment, I was terrified that he’d tell Andrew to get the hell out of his sight – after all, I was shocked that Andrew had showed up with Victor. But when I saw Victor’s easy grin, I couldn’t help but relax.

 

Thank God, I thought as Andrew and Victor kicked off their snow boots inside the foyer. They’re here to save me.

 

“Hi, son,” Dean said tightly. “Why didn’t you call?”

 

“Didn’t have time,” Andrew said casually. He pulled Dean into a big hug. “How are you?”

 

Dean made a grumpy face. “I don’t like being surprised,” he said stiffly.

“Mr. Medina,” Victor said kindly. “We thought you’d be happy to see us.”

Dean looked at Victor like he was vermin. “Who are you again?”

 

“Victor Gallo,” Victor said. “We’ve met. Twice, I think. But it’s nice to meet you again,” he added. “Thanks so much for not minding that we’re here!” Before Dean could wriggle out of the way, Victor pulled him into a tight hug. I hid a smile behind my hand.

 

Andrew grinned at me. His eyes clung to my body in my thin nightgown and I blushed when I recognized the blatant look of lust on his handsome, Grecian face.

 

“Hey little sis,” Andrew said. “How are you?” He pulled me into a hug, sliding his muscular hands over my body and down the curve of my back. When I felt him squeeze my ass, I cried out in delicious surprise. Arousal was flooding my body and I could practically smell the musky juices of my pussy as Andrew kissed me on the cheek. His stubble scraping against my sensitive skin made me shiver.

“We’re here for a quick visit,” Andrew said, pulling away and grinning at Dean. “Hope we’re not putting y’all out!”

Dean’s fake smile wavered, then disappeared completely. “I’m sure your stepmother won’t be thrilled,” he said slowly.

 

“Who, Carissa?” Andrew smirked. “She loves me.”

 

“You will refer to my wife by her title, which is your stepmother,” Dean said frostily.

“Or by her name, which is Carissa,” Andrew replied. I was astonished at the carefree, roguish way he talked with Dean. Slowly, I felt like I was beginning to understand why Andrew had chafed under Dean and Mom’s rule. But he was stronger than me – there’s no way Andrew would have put up with the same bullshit that I’d had to go through myself.

 

“Who keeps saying my name?” Mom demanded, stepping into the kitchen and glaring. She was only wearing a thin robe over her nightgown and her cheeks flushed pink when she saw the pair of handsome men standing in her kitchen. Immediately, she turned to me and glared.

 

“Hi, Carissa,” Andrew said. “Nice to see you. We brought breakfast,” he added, gesturing to the basket of goodies in Victor’s arms. “This is my friend, Victor.”

 

Mom turned to me. “Kristin, get upstairs!” She barked loudly. “You’re not decent!”

“We’re all family here,” Andrew said easily. I gasped again – I loved the way he was able to diffuse tension in the house. “I think Kristin’s fine.”

 

“She looks great,” Victor added. His eyes draped all over my body and I blushed when he stared at my breasts. I could feel that my nipples were stiff, poking two small holes in the cotton of my nightgown. His attention made me feel naughty – just looking at him, I remembered how delicious his tongue had felt, lapping at my asshole.

 

“Yeah, sis,” Andrew said with a smirk. “You look really great.”

 

I blushed. “I’ll be back,” I said softly. “I’m going upstairs to change.”

The buzz of voices continued while I tossed my nightgown over my head and wriggled into jeans and a sweater, wearing my new silk panties underneath. I wanted Andrew to come upstairs, to burst into my bedroom and throw me on the bed, but I knew that he wouldn’t try something like that with my parents around, watching us like hawks.

 

When I went back downstairs, Mom, Dean, Victor, and Andrew were all sitting around the table, sipping at glasses of orange juice.

 

“Pity,” Andrew called to Victor. “We really should’ve brought champagne for mimosas.”

 

Mom looked scandalized. “You’re my child,” she said. “You won’t be drinking in this house!”

 

Andrew snickered. “Carissa, I’m twenty-seven,” he said. “Last time I checked, the drinking age was twenty-one.”

 

Mom flushed scarlet. Her features turned angry. “My house, my rules,” she said through gritted teeth. “And you won’t be drinking, not when your father and I are around.”

 

Andrew shook his head and laughed. I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing – how the hell did he manage to stay so cool in the face of Mom’s ridiculous rules?

 

“Kristin, I don’t know how you stand it here,” Victor teased. He passed me an apple and winked at me. “These rules seem a little strict.”

 

“Yeah, Sis,” Andrew said. He raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, keeping his dark eyes locked with mine. I felt a shiver of arousal and lust course through my body and I shifted in my chair. My pussy was soaking wet, and the crotch of my panties was rubbing against my skin, making me feel intolerably horny.

 

“This is our house,” Mom said stiffly. “And we make the rules. Kristin does not pay rent, therefore she is obligated to do as we say.”

 

Andrew snickered. “She’s twenty-two, Carissa,” he said. Every time he called my mom by her given name, she flinched. It was almost enough to make me giggle.

 

“She’s still my child,” Mom said.

“She’s your child, but she’s not a child,” Andrew said. “Don’t you know that it’s dangerous for girls like her to be so sheltered?”

 

Mom and Dean glanced at each other. Just when I thought Mom was about to open her mouth, Andrew kept going.

“Girls like her get out in the real world and realize they don’t know anything,” Andrew said. “She’s going to like, wind up doing porn or dating some abusive asshole because she doesn’t know how to respect herself with people her own age.”

 

Mom’s jaw dropped.

 

“That’s enough of that kind of talk,” Dean said angrily. “Andrew, if you can’t learn how to talk to adults, you’re not going to be allowed at this table any longer!”

“So what, Dad?” Andrew countered. He shook his head. “I have my own place, and my own job – I’ve done just fine. But what you’re doing to Kristin is a crime,” he added. “And she should really have more autonomy.”

“Kristin, you want to come out with us later?” Victor asked. “We’re going out to dinner.”

 

“She most certainly does not,” Mom roared. “She’ll be staying in. Kristin is being punished. She lied to me, and she’s grounded.”

Andrew burst out laughing. “She’s twenty-two,” he repeated. “You can’t ground her, Carissa. You can kick her out, but grounding her doesn’t really work.” He glanced at me and winked. I felt a warm, delicious feeling spread from my lower belly to the rest of my body.

 

“Thanks,” I murmured under my breath.

 

“I’ve just about had it with you coming in here and giving my daughter dangerous ideas,” Mom said. “Your father and I are proud that you’ve managed to make it on your own, Andrew. But this isn’t the time to lecture us. Kristin is staying home today, and that’s final.”

 

I stood up, knocking my chair over. “Actually, guys,” I said. “I’d love to go. I finished my paper. I don’t have any more work to do until next semester.”

 

Mom stared at me, her jaw hanging open. “Kristin, think about what you’re doing,” she said slowly. “Think about this. Your actions have consequences. You can’t just run around with these boys, willy-nilly!”

 

“Or what, Mom?” I sassed, putting my hands on my hips. “You won’t let me have any dessert?”

 

My mom looked as angry as she had the day she’d slapped me, but she pinched her lips tightly together.

 

“Fine,” she said tightly. “Go out with Andrew and his ‘friend.’ Then you can see for yourself the horrors of the real world.”

 

“I will,” I said, smiling sweetly. “Thanks, Mom.”

 

 

Chapter Seven

Going out with Andrew and Victor was the most fun I’d had since leaving Boston. They even behaved themselves – they were still obviously vying for my affection, but it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle. In fact, I actually kind of liked it.

 

“I’m gonna head home tonight,” Victor said. He smirked. “I’ll leave the two of you alone with your beloved parents.”

 

Andrew rolled his eyes. “God, like you’d want to miss out on all that?”

 

Victor laughed. “It was good to see you, Kristin,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug. I waited for his hands to grab my ass or for a kiss, but he did neither of those things. The hug felt almost brotherly, like we’d known each other for years.

 

“I guess it’s just you and me,” Andrew said with a smirk as we watched Victor drive away. The outside air was chilling me to the bone, but I felt so good standing alone with Andrew that I didn’t want to face Mom and Dean…at least, not yet.

 

“Yeah,” I said softly, my voice echoing through the winter air. “I guess so.”

 

“How are you?”

 

I sighed. “You saw my email,” I said. “So you know.”

 

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Well, who knows,” Andrew said. “Maybe things will get better.” He crunched over the icy snow in the driveway and held open the door for me. “After you,” he said.

 

I felt crushed. I’d been hoping that as soon as Victor left, Andrew would invite me back to Boston. He couldn’t expect me to stay here alone, could he? Of-course he could, I thought bitterly. Why would he feel the need to help someone he barely knows? He’s probably just visiting as a courtesy – that’s all. It’s not like he really cares about me at all.

 

“Did you have fun?” Mom was standing in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest. She glared at me. “I’m surprised you even came back.”

 

For once, I wanted to smack her.

“I had to come back,” I said stiffly. “I live here.”

 

“Hey, Carissa,” Andrew said. “Dinner soon?”

 

She glared at him. “Yes,” she snapped. “Your father and I have been waiting for almost an hour.”

 

As soon as she walked out of the room, I rolled my eyes.

 

“She’s a piece of work,” Andrew muttered under his breath as we walked into the living room. “I don’t know how you put up with her.”

 

“I can’t for much longer,” I whispered back as we walked to our places at the table and sat down. “She’s driving me crazy.”

 

We barely talked at dinner. Dean even had a book out, resting on the table. He forked meat into his mouth with one hand, flipping pages with the other.

 

When I felt Andrew’s toes against my leg, I jumped and cried out in surprise.

 

“Eek!”

 

“Kristin?” Mom looked up. “Are you okay?”

 

I nodded and blushed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Sorry.”

 

Andrew kept his toes against my leg, slowly rubbing up and down. The contact of his skin against mine was driving me wild and I had to clutch the edge of the table so I wouldn’t start losing my mind, right then and there. Inside my new bra, my breasts tingled with excitement. I want him to touch me again, I realized, staring deeply into Andrew’s dark eyes. I want him to make me come.

 

After dinner, I went up to my room, trying to hear snatches of conversation from downstairs. Andrew was arguing with Mom and Dean over something, but I had no idea what they were talking about. I changed into a pink crop top and athletic shorts. My silk panties were soaked with arousal, but I didn’t change them as I climbed into bed.

 

Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning, I thought. Maybe then I’ll really know what it is that I have to do.

 

--

 

I woke up with a start at the sound of a loud noise. When I saw Andrew’s shadowy figure moving through my room, I cried out in alarm.

 

“Oh my god,” I yelped, covering my hand with my mouth. “You scared the hell out of me!”

 

Andrew held a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he whispered. He grinned and winked at me in the darkness. I realized that my panties were soaked with arousal, even now, and I shifted uncomfortably in bed, feeling exposed in my crop top and tiny shorts. Before I could stop him, or say anything at all, Andrew climbed on top of me. Through the cotton blanket on top of my bed, I could feel that he was rock hard.

 

“Do you like that,” he whispered, pressing his erection into my ass. I whimpered, slowly, as he stopped touching me. Gently, he used one of his legs to drive mine apart, and rubbed his thigh between my legs. The rough pressure sent spasms of pleasure through my body; unconsciously, I ground back against him.

 

“Andrew,” I panted, my sore nipples begging for his touch. “Please.”

 

“I should show you a few things,” he said quietly into my ear, pulling his hands out of the front of my top. My nipples throbbed against the fabric of my top, aching for more of him. I didn’t say anything; I felt my tense body slowly start to relax in his warm, strong arms.

 

“Why?” I asked, willing my voice not to tremble. Andrew stroked his fingertips down my arms, giving me goose bumps.

 

“Kristin,” he said gently, nuzzling my neck. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck me, just by myself, without Victor?”

 

I blushed madly, not answering.

 

His fingers were lower and lower, and he stroked a hand across my lower belly, skimming the edge of my shorts. I felt a lurch inside and felt my skin get hot, a whimper catching in the back of my throat.

 

“I think you want me,” he teased, “or you’re a damn good liar, not to mention a horrible tease. Imagine, my little sister, the biggest cocktease I know,” he said, in a more thoughtful tone, as he continued to stroke my belly, pushing my shorts down and fingering the edge of my panties. My crotch pulsed; I wanted his hand to keep moving further and further even though I felt so humiliated. I was turned on like never before, not even when I’d been with him and Victor together.

 

“Maybe,” I gasped, struggling against his grasp. He tightened his other arm across my chest. “Maybe I just want to see what it’s like,” I said, biting my lip and looking down.

 

He slipped one of his fingers inside the elastic of my panties, teasing the little tuft of pubic hair. I squirmed against him, biting my lip. He pulled his finger slowly out of my panties and shorts, running his hand back up and over my hard nipples. “You are such a little slut,” he nuzzled me. “You want it so bad and you don’t even know.”

 

“Please,” I groaned, both out of desire and the incredible frustration he aroused within me. “God, please don’t stop touching me!” I wriggled, wanting more.

 

Andrew laughed, pulling his hand away. “And now you’re so thirsty,” he said, in a quiet mocking tone. I blushed bright red, attempting to sit up and push him away. Andrew didn’t even let me get a few inches off the bed; he tangled his hand in my messy ponytail and pulled me back down. “I’m not done enjoying you yet,” he teased, running his eyes back down my body. I licked my lips, feeling exposed. My heart was slamming against my chest; the tension in the room was driving me insane.

 

“So what are you going to show me,” I asked, trying to flirt. Andrew gazed at my face, then gently slipped his hands under my pink crop top and slid it up, letting my breasts pop out. I could see my erect nipples, and he grinned at me, licking his lips.

 

“I’m going to show you the kinds of things you’ll do just to get off,” he said. A chill ran down my spine.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

He grinned, looking wolfish. “You’ll see.” My heart pounded; I didn’t really have a clear idea of what he meant, but it sounded so ominous. Andrew got to his knees, his erection straining the front of his soccer shorts. My mouth felt dry; I swallowed, unable to keep my eyes away. It had looked so big earlier; I didn’t even know how it was going to fit.

 

“It’s not going to hurt,” Andrew said, still grinning. “At least not much.”

 

I arched my back, making my breasts rise up, and Andrew rubbed his fingers over my hard nipples, teasing me. I moaned, feeling my discarded crop top bunch around my neck. He slid his hands down my breasts, gently dragging his fingernails on my tender flesh. I squirmed, eager for more of the rough pleasure he was flooding my body with. Andrew’s fingers stopped just over my thin panties; he slid one of his hands between my legs and rubbed. I moaned, loudly, gasping for air.

 

“You are so wet,” he said, in amazement. He made a fist and pressed it against me, using his thumb to rub slow, torturous circles over my clit through the material. I gasped, wriggling against his hand, desperate for him to take my panties off. He slipped his hand away and I jerked my hips, whining. Andrew gave me a stern look before raising his hand back and gently slapping my pussy. I gave a spasm, trying to pull my legs together. The pain faded into pleasure, and I wriggled back down, pleading at him with my eyes to touch me more. Andrew stared hard at me, and I let my eyes wander all over his taut, perfect body. I wanted to feel him gasp and moan, to make him feel the same exquisite desire that he’d given me.

 

I sat up and pulled my crop top over my head, tossing it on the ground. My nipples were so hard they strung, and I scooted back on the bed, motioning for Andrew to come closer. With trembling fingers, I reached for the waistband of his soccer shorts, tugging them down his legs. They caught on his erection, and it bobbed free once he was naked. There was a tiny drop on the head of his beautiful cock; shaking, I leaned down to lick it. He tasted salty and damp, but not unpleasant, and he smiled at me in encouragement, leaning back. I licked the head of his cock, listening to him moan. It felt so satisfying, and giving him pleasure was really turning me on even more. My panties were bunched between my legs, completely soaked. As I licked the head of his erection, Andrew rolled his eyes back in his head and let his head flop back. I took more of it into my mouth, savoring the feel of the soft, hot skin.

 

Suddenly, I felt Andrew’s hand on my shoulder. He pushed me up, gently, and rolled me over on my belly, spreading my legs. I was face down on the mattress, blushing furiously. I knew he could see everything between my legs, and that knowledge made me throb with pleasure and shame. I felt so exposed, and it was embarrassing how much it was turning me on! Andrew pushed my body up a few inches, and the rough bedspread scratched my nipples, making me purr into the bed. I heard a rustling sound, and felt weight on the bed as Andrew sat beside me.

 

“Lean your head up,” he instructed, sounding shaky. I licked my lips and lifted my head, staring at him. His cock was throbbing and standing straight up; I felt a momentary flash of fear at the thought of how much it would hurt. Andrew reached up and wrapped something around my head, blindfolding me. After a moment, I realized it was my pink crop top. He twisted it into a knot and rolled it into place at the back of my head, pushing my head back down into the mattress. I couldn’t see anything; I was completely blind. The room was silent; I listened for sounds of Andrew around me. My whole body was begging for his touch.

 

“Andrew?” I whispered, muffled into the bedspread. No response. The air in the room felt cold, and the crotch of my panties rubbed against my clit whenever I wriggled on the bed, hoping to entice him. After a few minutes, I realized I was being tested. Ohmygod, I thought, in a panic when I realized what he wanted me to do. What a pervert! I thought, even though I was the one spread-eagled on his bed, waiting for him to fuck me. Shame flooded my body, but my clit was throbbing. Squirming, I reached my right arm under my body and uncomfortably down to my crotch, rubbing at myself through my panties. Against my will, I moaned, settling into a more comfortable position and stroking myself through the wet silk. Knowing that he was watching me, I reached down with my other hand, and pulled my panties to the side, showing him exactly where I was pleasuring myself.

 

“Mmmn,” I moaned, purring into the mattress.

 

“Good girl,” I heard Andrew whisper loudly.

 

I moaned, rubbing at myself with abandon. Spasms of pleasure were rocketing through my body, and my hand was sopping wet with my juices. Just as it was starting to feel really good, Andrew reached down and yanked my hands away, pulling both of my arms above my head and pinning them there with his own. I heard his hot breath in my ear as he leaned close, and he grunted as he stretched down, rubbing his big fingers against my exposed pussy. He squeezed my wrists together and moved down the bed; I felt his weight kneeling between my legs. His fingers moved up my legs and took hold of the fabric of my panties, pushing my legs together in order to slide them down. I trembled at the thought of him really seeing and smelling me without any cover; my whole body flushed scarlet. Andrew grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs into a spread-eagled position on the bed. The cool air on my exposed pussy felt amazing and I desperately wanted to touch myself again.

 

I felt something wet and warm on the back of my thigh, going dangerously close to my pussy. My whole body relaxed when I realized it was Andrew’s tongue: I could feel his damp breath on my naked body, and I could hear him panting with desire. Gently, his tongue traced little patterns all over my thighs and moved closer to my labia, the strokes growing harsher. Andrew clamped both hands over my ass cheeks and spread me, making me recoil up and back, mortified. But he was stronger than me, and his hands stayed firmly on me, spreading me so far open that it hurt. My clit throbbed; I squirmed and moaned on the bedspread. Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside of me, pulling back out and lavishing my clit with stroke after heavenly stroke. I moaned loudly into the bed, arching my back and trying to open myself as much as possible to him. His breath teased my clit, he sucked at it and nibbled and licked until I was writhing in frenzy, screaming and panting. His tongue brought me to the edge; I could feel my juices soaking into his bedspread and coating his face. I ground furiously against him in pleasure, reaching my hands under my body and pinching my own nipples, reveling in the pain. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; a small, hot feeling started building inside me with more and more intensity until I was shrieking.

 

Suddenly, Andrew stopped. He got to his knees behind me, and I heard a small ripping, papery sound. I pulled the makeshift blindfold off my head and craned my neck, looking at him. I watched as he slowly unrolled a condom onto his stunning erection, closing his eyes in pleasure. He met my eyes, and crawled closer between my legs, straddling my hips. I watched in fascination as he used his hand to push his cock closer and closer to me; and I felt something warm pressing firmly against my anus.

 

In shock, I looked up at Andrew’s face. He was staring at me and grinning with raised eyebrows. I shook my head ‘no’ furiously, burying my face in the bedspread. His cock moved lower until it was pressing right against my pussy. There was a little bit of soreness, but I was desperate to have him filling me. He hesitated, and I furiously pushed my hips back, taking his full cock into me.

 

I wriggled my hips to take him deeper. Andrew moaned and thrust all the way into me; I felt like my whole body was full with his cock. He roughly used his hands to spread my thighs back apart, grabbed my ass cheeks, and started pumping in and out of me, making the bed shake. With my legs spread, my clit was rubbing against the rough bedspread, and the combination of that and Andrew’s delicious cock was making me insane.

 

As he fucked me, I felt tears of shame and humiliation and pleasure leak out of my eyes. I moved furiously in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing the feel of him pumping in and out of me. I felt his thumb slip between my cheeks, gently rubbing against my asshole. Shock flooded my body once again, but it felt so good. The thought of him rubbing me there was so embarrassing, but somehow, that just made it hotter. I blushed, trying to bury my face deeper in the mattress. Closing my eyes, I wriggled against him, making him thrust even harder and harder. His thumb pushed deeper inside of me, and I squirmed hard against the bedspread, my exposed clit throbbing and raw.

 

Finally, Andrew thrust as hard as possible into me, pushing me into the mattress. The pressure exploded within my body; I closed my eyes and saw stars as my orgasm tore through me. Andrew stopped, and gently pulled his thumb away, taking a hold of my hips and sliding out. With some effort, I drew my legs closed and rolled over, panting hard. My body was soaked in sweat; I could feel my hair clinging to my forehead and the back of my neck. Between my legs felt numb and sore, but also tingly with pleasure.

 

When it was over, we lay together, panting and shaking.

 

“You’re incredible, Kristin,” Andrew whispered in my ear. “You’re the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen.”

 

I blushed. “Do you think we were quiet enough?”

 

Andrew smirked. “Who cares?”

 

My blush deepened. “You should go,” I whispered. “I’ll be in so much trouble if Mom finds out you were here.”

 

“Who cares?” Andrew whispered. He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my sweaty body.

 

“You’re going to go back to Boston and leave me,” I whispered. Some of the post-sex high was wearing off, and I was starting to feel sad again.

 

Andrew hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. “Come with me,” he said, not even bothering to whisper.

“What?” I rolled around, staring at him. “Are you serious?”

 

Andrew sighed. He raked a hand through his dark hair. “Yes,” he said. “I am quite serious.”

 

I blinked. “What…what does that mean?”

 

“It means I love you, Kristin.”

 

I stared at him. “Are you serious?”

 

“Very.” Andrew kissed me gently, chastely. “I love you. You’re an incredible woman, and I want you to come and live with me and try to have a relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

 

I shivered at the intensity of his words.

“What about Victor?”

 

“Even if I hadn’t met you, I know that Victor and I couldn’t keep messing around,” Andrew said. “I’m getting to the point now where I need to be with one person, and that person is you.”

 

Shock radiated through my body. “Are you serious?”

 

Andrew chuckled. “I wish you’d stop asking me that,” he said.

 

“I love you, too,” I whispered. “I think I always have. Ever since the first time I saw you.”

 

Andrew nodded. He nuzzled my face tenderly before kissing me again. This time, I slipped my tongue between his lips, dancing in his mouth.

“I love you,” I repeated, feeling a warm glow erupt in my body. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Andrew.”

 

Andrew grinned. “Good,” he said. “Because that’s exactly what I want.”

 

As Andrew and I drifted off to sleep, I gave no mind to what my mom and Dean would think. Sure, they’d be shocked and angry. But if they’d come around to Andrew after all this time, that meant that the same had to hold true for me. After all, I’d always been their good daughter. And nothing was really changing…I was just moving out, and dating my stepbrother. My perfect, sexy, amazing, rich stepbrother.

 

This is a dream come true, I thought as I drifted off into a happy, sated sleep. And I’m going to make sure that the rest of my life is as wonderful as this moment.

 

The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Andrew’s gentle whisper in my ear.

 

“I love you, Kristin.”

 

Purring happily, I stretched in his arms. “I love you,” I whispered softly. “I love you so much.”