Stepbrother Revealed

“Wow, that's …” He sighed, kissing my neck, and I laughed, gripping his cock through his shorts. “That was fucking sexy.” The storm encroached on us, its sounds rumbling and retreating.

“Sounds like a storm,” I said, closing my eyes and reveling in his touch. Letting go, just like he'd said.

“Mmm,” he responded as I gripped him through his shorts, caressing him and feeling him grow harder under my touch. He stopped, looking up and around, panicked. He pulled his hands away from me. "Shit," he said, “It's not a storm.”

Confused, I looked out the window and saw the dark clouds still hanging in the distance.

“Oh shit,” I muttered. The rumble stopped, and I heard the sound of a car door slamming. “Were you expecting someone?”

“My dad ... tomorrow morning. He's getting married tomorrow and was supposed to come to get ready with me.”

“Wait, I thought you said you had a family thing,” I muttered, looking around in confusion.

“Yeah a family thing, a wedding.” There was a knock at the door.

“Chase, how many weddings do you think there are in Coral Bay on the small island of St. John tomorrow?” I raised an eyebrow at him, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. He looked at me blankly.

“Just a second,” said Chase, “Hold the fuck on!” He yelled at the door but didn't lose eye contact with me for a moment.

“Chase, do you have your mom or you dad's last name?”

“My mom's. Why?” I sighed heavily and smoothed down my dress. “Why, Sienna?” Chase's voice grew louder.

“Because I'm betting your dad is Hugh Rowell. Right, Chase?”

“How'd you know my dad's name?”

“You are as dumb as I first thought you were, aren't you?”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Chase stood in the middle of the room, his face showing confusion and hurt. I rolled my eyes and pushed down my own disappointment. I hoped it didn't smell too much like sex in the cabin, because I had a very good idea of who was behind that door. I stepped forward and opened it.

“Honey!” My mom drew me into a tight hug, almost crushing me. “Hugh is in the car ... I can't believe you already met your stepbrother." Behind me, I heard Chase groan and fall back into one of the stylish teak chairs.

“I can't believe it either.”

CHAPTER THREE

I made my face impassive, trying not to look at my mother. Chase's father followed quickly behind, carrying bags and several bottles of champagne. I'd met Hugh several times, and I internally kicked myself for not realizing it before. How stupid had I been? Chase was a carbon copy of Hugh, minus about thirty years.

“My dear, it's so good to see you again,” said Hugh, “You are looking lovely. I see the island flush has already come over you. Have you already gotten some sun.” I giggled uncomfortably, and Chase ran his hand over his face, groaning again. Hadn't my mother told me that Hugh's son would be at the wedding? Had she mentioned his name? Had she told me that he looked just like Hugh? That he would be staying in Coral Bay?

I looked back at Chase as my mother and his father scuttled around, arranging things. I brought my hand to my neck, making a chopping motion.

As in, this stops here. No more one night stand.

“What?” He looked at me, confused again. “I mean, what's that supposed to mean? Oh right, I'm too dumb to understand it.” He stood up and started helping his dad.

“I’m so glad you're here, Sienna,” my mom said, looking at me fondly. “I think we can all stay here if you like. Hugh and I decided to stay with Chase since it's nicer than the hotel down the mountain. And the view of Maho Bay is incredible.”

“Yeah, it's a nice place. But I think I need some space of my own. Chase brought my stuff up here ... after we, uh, discovered we were going to be family. But I'm ... um ... feeling under the weather. I was just about to call a taxi. I'm going to go check in at the hotel and maybe go to sleep.”

“Well of course, honey. Whatever you want. I want you to be able to walk me down the beach tomorrow, like we talked about.” She smiled her silly, vacant smile. I held a deep and abiding love for my mom, but she couldn't read people especially well. I guess that worked out well for me right about now. I walked to the door and found my purse among the things that Chase had set down. I stepped outside and dialed the taxi service we'd used before. I know they'd be pissed to have to come back up the mountain, but all I wanted to do right now was escape.

I closed my eyes and listened to the phone ring. I'd never done anything like this before. Drama wasn't something that followed me around. I slumped back against the lovely stucco cabin, opening my eyes to look out over the island.

“Yes, this is Island Taxi,” came a melodic voice at the other end of the line.

“I need a taxi,” I said, “The Rainwater Cabin ... at the top of Coral Bay. It says the address is 111 Rainwater Drive.”

“Yes, miss, right away.” The door opened beside me, and I hung up to see Chase stepping beside me.

“You don't have to go,” he said as I slipped my phone back inside my purse. “I mean, it's fine if you stay.” He looked at me, those eyes seeming to cut straight through to my soul. I'd just stood there and insulted him, but still, he'd asked me to stay. Maybe he was a good enough guy that we could just let this all go. We could put it behind us. But I knew I wouldn't be able to, not if I stayed there that night.

“I do have to go," I said, raising a hand to his face. I pressed my hand against his cheek and traced one finger over the strong line of his jaw. “I can't be here ... not when I want you like this.”

“I thought I was dumb,” he said, the shadow of hurt coming over his face again.

“I’m the queen of sticking my foot in my mouth. I didn’t really mean it,” I mumbled.

“Hey, I get it. I’m like a bull in a china shop. And I’m not one for thinking anything through. Leave it to me not to realize … well, not to realize anything at all really.” The taxi pulled up, the same man sitting in the front, grinning at me with his sparsely populated mouth.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chase,” I said. I moved to pick up my bags, but Chase stepped in front of me and hefted them over his shoulders.

“You don’t have to —”

“I want to,” he said, but he stood still on the porch. I started walking to the cab, and he grabbed my arm, his grip firm.

“Sienna, don’t go. We can work something out. Our parents are going to go out for the night. And maybe …”

“Maybe what, Chase? I don’t know what you’re thinking. You’re just used to getting what you want. It’s written all over you.”