Chapter 3
James
Jesus, there are a lot of people here. I didn't know the old man knew so many people around. I chew on my fingernails. I'm just glad he is happy. It's only been three wives before this one. She seems different though, Tonya, a lot nicer and hella hot for an old lady.
That's your new mom, I remind myself.
I take a swig of my beer. Stan leans over in his chair. We are sitting at the head of the room on a slightly elevated platform looking over the other guests. It's the same place the wedding reception will be held, but it's not decorated or anything, so it just looks like a big room with table and chairs full of people. I look at my dad's dark brown eyes.
"Have you seen, Samantha?" he asks," or even met her?"
"Who?"
"Tonya's daughter," he nods. I mouth oh, and shake my head no. I should try and remember her name. He's told me several times, but I always forget. I have been working so hard on the family business out in Europe that I have hardly been in the States. Dad is getting ready to retire here in a bit, so I have to make sure I know everything. Steve, my best friend whips his head toward me. He's like my brother, so my dad gave him a spot at the table with the family.
"Fuck, Tonya's got a daughter."
I shrug.
"Yeah."
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Tonya is hot as fuck, so I bet her daughter is too. I mean look at those tits. They still have shape and she's like sixty."
I crack a smile.
"Steve, quit being such a savage, eh?"
Steve rolls his eyes and his shoulders shake with stifled laughter.
"Says the man who ran through every girl in college," he says, jutting an elbow into my chest. I roll my eyes.
"That's not true, it was not every girl."
"Oh - I am sorry, just the tens."
"That's right."
We high five like high schoolers and then break out laughing.
Tonya leans over to my dad. She looks nervous; her red lips press together and her penciled in eyebrows furrowed.
"Should we start? I don't know why she is late? We can start."
Stan's hand rests on his future wives.
"Five more minutes, Tonya. Sam could just be nervous. You told me she was having a hard time with the breakup."
My ears pick up, so she is single.
She nods and her head snaps back and forth. My eyes trail across the room. Honestly, it is so big and full of people, I don't even know how we are supposed to pick any one out of here. I take another long drink out of my beer when Steve's hand lands straight on my chest.
"Dude," he says softly. I almost spill beer over my suit. I set the glass down and look at where he points. There on the other side of the hall, almost running toward us comes Samantha, my new step sister. My mouth drops open. She is absolutely stunning. Her hair is long and tumbles along her thin shoulders, resting on top of large voluptuous breasts. Her hips sway with each fast step, but it's her face that makes my cock go hard. She looks like a movie star with that wide, doe shaped eyes and red pouty lips. Steve leans over in my ear.
"I know it's not the normal thing, but I want you to know that I plan on fucking your sister."
I laugh.
"She's my step sister."
"So - I won't feel any guilt when I am driving into her tight ass tonight."
My erection grows at the idea of taking her from behind. She promptly sits next to her mother. Damn, I have never been more jealous of a chair. Her breasts push against the table and almost spill out of her tight black dress. She apologizes to her mother, who gives her a quick squeeze on the hand. But I want to be squeezing her tits. Jesus. I didn't know someone so beautiful could exist. How did my dad not prepare me for someone has hot as her. It should have been the first thing he mentioned. I know I won't forget her name now.
"Okay," Tonya says to Stanley. Who smiles, and clinks his fork against his glass to begin the speeches. He introduces us one by one, and when I stand, my eyes meet hers and lock on. She has the prettiest eyes. I chew on my bottom lip, trying to fight the boner that just gets worse. I wonder what those eyes look like when she is on her back cumming on my cock. Jesus! I shout in my head, forcing a smile on my face for the family friends.
"Thank you for coming to celebrate my father's marriage to the lovely Tonya," I start my speech, thankful the table is high and no one can see the bulge under my pants, trying to burst out of my boxer briefs and lunge at my step sister. "We are very excited for them and tomorrow shall be a wonderful day." I can feel Samantha's eyes hovering over my body. I wonder what she thinks of me. Everyone claps lightly when I sit down. The servers come out bringing drinks. I am quick to grab one. Steve leans over.
"Fuck."
"What?" I ask.
"How am I supposed to eat real food, when all I want is a taste of your sister?"
"Will you stop calling her that? I have never even spoken a word to her. She is more of a stranger than anything." Her eyes fall on us. She knows we are talking about her. I almost choke on my drink. Steve shakes his head.
"I think she likes me."
I roll my eyes because I want to be the one whose face is buried between her legs. Is this some cruel punishment by the universe? To have the hottest step sister right there and never be able to fuck her. I think I might go mad if I don't get to have sex with her. The dinner is served.
"Dad?" I whisper.
"Everything is really going well tonight, isn't it?" He says with a grin.
"It is amazing," I nod. "How come you never introduced me to Tonya's daughter?"
He looks confused.
"Samantha?"
"Yes," I nod. Obviously, that is who I am talking about it. We both look over at her. She takes a bite off her fork. Her soft lips wrap around the metal utensils, but all I see is my cock between those two pink, plush lines. She moves her arms to dab her mouth and her tits well when her arms push together.
"Because you two were never in the same country until now," he laughs shaking his head. I nod, remembering that fact, but still. He should have at least warned me, so I could have blown my load instead of letting fill my cock. "Why?" he asks.
"Curious...is all. She is quite lovely." I mean she is the hottest woman I have ever seen and I want to tear into her right now.
"Yeah, and I want to fuck her," Steve adds in, tilting forward in his chair. Well, there it is. I cringe, she could have heard that. Stanley laughs and turns to face Samantha. He shakes her arm to get her attention.
"Samantha, as I am sure you know now this is my son, James, and his best friend Steve."
I give a quick smile. I don't want to come off as so interested.
"It’s great to finally meet you, especially now that we are sharing parents," she says with a quick grin. I smile back. I can barely handle her smile when it’s directed at me. And her voice is so musical and low. I wonder what her sex noise is.
"It is," I agree. Think of something to say! I scream in my head.
"I'm glad our parents found each other," is what comes out of my mouth. But between the noise and crowds of people, it gets lost and she just sits politely and stares at me. I shake my head. I can hear Steve snickering next to me. I suddenly feel as though we are both in high school or something. I will have some more time to talk to her after dinner I decide. But then again, what is my motive? It's not like I can actually fuck her...can I?