Chapter 02

Holy fucking shit!

I gaze at the man in the walk-in shower. The glass enclosure filled with steam, with his back to me.

I took in his broad shoulders first, and then my eyes trailed down his narrow waist as the water from the shower slid down his back and down his sexy ass. 

A work of Art-- I think, swallowing the thirst I suddenly felt.

Liam's butt was taut with muscles; he must have built it working out. And his thighs, his thighs just make me want to get in between them.

While I was busy admiring his back, he turned around, and then suddenly I was facing him. With his cock standing proud and fully erect.

Startled, I raised my eyes to his face, his expression showing shock, but his eyes were filled with heat; I could see his pupils dilating and darkening.

He didn't turn his eyes away from me, and neither did he try to hide. With some unexpected courage, my gaze trailed down from his eyes to his pointed nose, his lips-- and his tongue that peeked out slightly between his lips. His jaw, that was tightening with each clench of his mouth.

The veins on his neck looked more defined and attractive. I felt my mouth water watching his torso- at the sight of his packed abdomen, his abs carved as beautifully as bricks placed in perfect placement.

And then the curve of his pelvis that soon led my eyes to the most awaited of all, his cock.

It was not only standing at attention with its majestic size, but its tip even jumped as soon as my eyes caught sight of it.

The precum was already oozing at its tip.

I swallowed hard, wondering how it would taste, how it would feel buried deep inside me.

My thighs clenched at the mere thought of his hugeness buried between my walls.

I couldn't take my eyes away from it. Salivating at the forbidden fantasies that were starting to take root in my head.

“AVERY!!”

And that was my call to get out of my head.

Panic filled me instantly, and I took one last look at him before I pulled open the bathroom door and quietly stepped out. Thankfully, he hadn't turned the corner yet. 

“Avery, here you are. Come down for dinner, honey,” my dad asked, and I nodded my head quickly.

"Yes, Dad. I'll be there in a minute. I need to get something from my room first."

"Alright, but be quick. And by any chance, have you seen Liam? I need to call him for dinner as well,” he asked, and I shook my head no.

I was about to move past him when he spoke again.

"Avery, why is your face all red? Are you okay?"

My eyes widened a fraction, but I was quick to get them normal before I blurted out a reply--"Oh, it's nothing. I just inhaled the nasal spray really fast and started coughing."

Dad made a weird face, but before he could say anything, I excused myself and left quickly.

As soon as I entered my bedroom and closed the door, I groaned loudly. "Wow, Avery, great job! So much for acting nonchalant. Ugh!"

Now that I was inside my safe space, it was only then that the whole reality registered in my head.

God, what's wrong with me? Tell me I wasn't just fantasising about my soon-to-be stepbrother while he stood before me naked, hard and not at all looking as if he minded?

I ran a hand through my hair and huffed out a breath.

Taking a tampon and an underwear from my drawer, I left my room and skipped the stairs to use the common bathroom on the ground floor.

While changing my panties, I saw the dampness covering them.

It wasn't from my periods but from how turned on I got at the sight of my wet, naked, and so very hard stepbrother.

I can't even relieve myself now because dinner is waiting.

But later I would. And I was pretty sure what scene I'd get myself off to.

Chuckling at my dirty thoughts, I exited the bathroom.

The dining table was lined with both Spanish and American dishes, celebrating Carla and Liam's arrival.

Chef Anthony was a genius in the kitchen; he could prepare almost everything on demand.

He was our hired chef and only worked on special occasions or when we had get-togethers, as Dad was almost always busy with work, and I was about to start my junior year at NYU and lived on campus, and was mostly here during breaks.

On weekends, we either went out or cooked together.

I sat on the chair adjacent to Dad while Carla sat beside him. It was my place, but I guess I could give her that for taking care of my father so well.

Liam came downstairs, dressed in Grey joggers and a white snug tee, and took the seat beside mine.

I barely held the cough that threatened to leave my throat, scared to give myself away to both our parents.

We all toasted with a glass of wine and forked into our dinner. In between which, I don't know if it was intentional or not, but Liam's hand grazed the side of my thigh as he tried to adjust the napkin on his lap.

To my horror, I choked on the Mac & Cheese, which I was eating with delight.

“Avery, here, take some water,” Carla's gentle voice sounded as she handed me a glass of water.

A tear left my eye as I took the water from her and drank it, halting my coughing fit.

"What's with you and all that coughing today?" Dad asked with a mixed expression.

Carla gave him the eye. He just shrugged at her.

“Liam, why don't you rub her back? She'll feel better,” Carla asked Liam, and before I could refuse, I felt a large hand gently rubbing my back.

“There, there,” Liam whispered, and I felt a shiver run down my spine both from his touch and voice.

I didn't want to choke again, so I gently let his hand go and turned to Carla, “It’s okay, Carla, I'm fine.”

“Eat in small bites, kid, lest you choke again,” She recommended in a motherly tone, and I could only smile at her in return. 

Who was going to tell her that I did want to choke, just not on food?

I looked up when a serving of tortillas was placed on my plate. My father was smiling at me with affection.

He shook his head and turned to Carla, “Oh, you don't know how much she loves her Mac and Cheese, there was this one time——”

And just like that, the attention shifted from the present situation as my Dad relished in telling my embarrassing childhood stories to Liam and Carla while Carla shared a few embarrassing tales about Liam, which I took in with more interest than needed.

With dinner over on a good note, Dad and Carla decided to watch a movie together, Liam excused himself, citing he had to make an important work call, and I, with delight, told them I was leaving for my room.

As soon as I got into my bedroom after brushing my teeth, I locked the door and switched off the lights, only letting the fairy ones on.

For the vibe.

As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, the scene from before entered my head and played on a loop.

Damn…periods! I totally forgot about them, and I could feel the cramps growing worse.

I was not only feeling more horny but wouldn't even be able to touch myself.

A long, sleepless, painful night it will be.