Addicted: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (19 page)

With the ceremony completed, the reception got underway just as the afternoon turned cool. The English manicured garden had been set up with a huge pavilion, and the food was good. I'll say that Alinea can turn out better food, but I also know that I've never had to cook for two hundred people at once, with all the courses to be delivered within a seven-minute window from Mom and Johnathan getting their plate to the last table. I personally had the cedar plank salmon with roasted vegetables and a beurre blanc sauce, and the dessert was even better, a blackberry gelato that married perfectly with the slices of chocolate wedding cake.

As the sun finished going down, the entertainment itself kicked off. Despite my concerns that having a couple of international stars as the wedding band wouldn't work, I had to say, Meat Loaf rocked the house. He was a consummate showman, but at the same time I thought he did a great job of knowing when to fade into the background and let either his partners (Patti Russo is totally underrated, and should have had her own level of fame that matched Loaf's) or the happy couple take precedence. My Uncle Keith gave a pretty moving and at times funny speech for the couple, using a lot of anecdotes about John and Mom from their younger days that had everyone laughing.

It was time for the dancing to really kick off when I sprung my surprise. Mom and Johnathan had already had their first official dance as man and wife, when Meat Loaf, who was in on the whole surprise, suddenly started coughing. "Excuse me guys," he said, turning. I was standing by the side of the stage, supposedly getting ready to make my speech for them, and he winked at me in between coughs. "Well, I was going to do another song, but I think I might need to turn the microphone over to someone else. Thankfully, before the reception, we were approached by a young lady who wanted to give her mother a special gift. So Krystal, I guess your time is now."

He stepped back and let me into the spotlight, and I have to say it felt strange standing up in front of so many people. I could feel a tremble come to my legs. "Remember, the other hundred and ninety-seven people here don't matter. Just sing for your mom and John. Besides," he said with a wink, "we've got your back."

I nodded and smiled. He faded back into the background, and I looked out at Mom and John. "You know, when Mom told me she was dating again, there was a part of me that wanted to say, 'what took you so long?'" That comment earned a few chuckles. "I'll always miss my father. Dan Aksoy was the greatest Dad I could ever hope for. And he was a great husband, too, which is why I think Mom waited so long. But the first time I met John Castelbon, I knew she'd found the right man. John, my father left some very big shoes to fill, and I have to say you've done that. You've been kind, you've been funny, but most of all, you've loved Mom with all your heart. You've even accepted her strange daughter that insists on going into cooking like her father."

"John, Mom, this is for you."

The keyboards hit, while the dramatic music started. I had worked on this song for weeks in my spare time, to the point that I could sing it to myself even while in the kitchen at Alinea, and knew it by heart. The first entrance began, and I launched into the lyrics.

Streets of Fire
is perhaps everything that was bad about movies in the nineteen eighties. Overly stylistic, short on reasonable plot, and somehow the director got bad performances out of a cast that was actually talented as hell. I mean, how can you make Diane Lane and Willem Dafoe look like hacks, really? Either way, the music was epic, and as I continued on, I let my mind drift even from singing for John and Mom, and put myself in the singer's place.

Suddenly in my mind I could see Julian as the prince, as the boy that I was singing to. I faltered for just a moment, and thankfully Patti Russo and Meat Loaf worked together to perfectly cover my slip-up, and we transitioned to the fast beat portion of the song.

Mom and John caused quite the round of applause when they got up from their table to dance away the last six minutes of the song, and by the end, I felt a little bit like a rock star myself, as maybe forty or fifty people were clapping and cheering near the stage and at their tables. I looked over at Meat Loaf, who gave me a big thumbs up. "You rocked it," he said, coming over to talk in my ear over the cheers. "Great job."

"
I
don't know
. . . my sister," the woman said, even as her hands roamed over my chest and tugged at the waistband of my tuxedo pants. My jacket was already off, laying over the other end of the pool table we were near, along with her high heels.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," I whispered in her ear as I went back to nibbling at her neck. My right hand found the zipper of her dress, and I started working it down.

Let me start by saying she wasn't Sandra's actual sister. I'm not that much of an asshole. In fact, she was her sister-in-law, being the younger sister to Danyal Aksoy. Gina Aksoy was a bit older than me at thirty-six years old, but she was very attractive. You would've never thought she was a day over thirty. While she wasn't the one I'd been aiming for that night, I'd gone a long time without actually getting any pussy. And Krystal just wasn't coming along as quickly as I thought she would. Even during our dance, she kept herself at a respectable distance, never letting her body get close enough for me to actually do anything. It was maddening, quite frankly. No woman had seriously resisted my charms since I was out of high school, and for one as young and as hot as Krystal to do it left me with a serious case of blue balls. Worst of all, I could tell in the way she held my hand and the way she looked at me as we danced, she was attracted to me. But for some reason or another, she wouldn't give in. That didn't happen often.

Thankfully, Gina was the next woman to dance with me, and I could tell as soon as the music started she would be easy pickings. As I danced with her, I changed my plan, making it a lot grander as well as devious. Instead of just fucking her daughter, I decided I was going to go balls deep in as many women in Sandra Castelbon's life as I could. Her sister, her brother's wife, hell, I'd bang old Grandma Hepburn if I got a chance. Wait, never mind on the last one. When it finally came that Sandra and my father found out, oh there'd be some serious fireworks then, I was sure. Which is just what I wanted.

The thought of the results turned me on even more. "Mmmm, you feel so sexy," I mumbled into her neck while I undid her zipper. We were pretty close to the reception, just inside Johnathan's library in fact, and I could hear the singers belting their way through
Rock & Roll Dreams Come True.
I was just glad they'd already done
It's All Coming Back to Me Now
, that one drives me apeshit. It's a complete boner killer, especially after Johnathan spent so much time listening to it while his second wife took off on his ass. What a goddamn beta song.

Gina's body and hands betrayed her need, even as her muttered words of refusal continued. I brought my hand up to cup her breast, she even stopped that, mewling her arousal into my ear. "Oh Julian . . . so naughty."

"That's how you like it, baby," I chuckled, pinching her nipple through the Vera Wang dress. I was tempted to wreck the thing, but it would have messed with my plan. If Gina had shown up at the party later with a torn dress that screamed
just been fucked
, there would have been questions to answer, and I didn't want questions just yet. Sometimes, going for the throat didn't mean going too quickly.

Lifting my face from her neck, I looked into Gina's eyes, which were a lot like her niece's, a jet black that glittered in the lights from the windows. I cupped her face and smiled, giving her just enough of the dangerous bad guy that turned her on, while still looking like I was trustworthy enough to get into her panties. "You're a very beautiful woman, Gina. I'd like to kiss you again, if you'd let me."

There was no question really as her lips parted even before I was close to hers. She opened her mouth to my questing tongue, slipping it against me and sucking as I probed her mouth. If I'd had more time, I'd have seen what else she could suck well, she was that good. As we kissed, I pulled the zipper down on her dress, easing it off her shoulders to pool on the floor. She looked delicious, and the lingerie showed a distinct naughty side that I wondered if the rest of her family knew about. Not many quiet, reserved types had mesh bras with matching g-strings for a wedding in my experience.

Pulling her back in, our bodies ground together, and she was moaning as my cock brushed over the barely covered mound of her pussy. I turned and lifted her up, setting her ass on the edge of Johnathan's pool table. Pushing her back, I reached down to pull her panties off, and slipped them into the pocket of my tuxedo pants. With any luck, I'd have a souvenir of the wedding. Gina leaned back as I stroked my fingers around her inner thighs, slowly edging closer to her moist lips. Bringing it up to my mouth, I licked my fingers clean. "Delicious."

She bit her lip shyly, and she was practically begging me not to stop with her eyes. I slipped my fingers in deep inside, pumping them a few times until she was breathing deeply, biting her lip more.

"Okay baby, off the table, we don't want to leave a stain," I whispered, helping her off. I led her over to the window, where Johnathan kept a large leather lounge seat that would work perfectly. The leather was a blood red, dark and old, and a few droplets of sweat and sex juices wouldn't disturb it too much. The light from the reception was brighter here, and I could see more clearly the lust filled look in her eyes. She may very well be a freak, but it'd been a while for Gina, that's for sure. Either way, I was going to give her a memory regardless. "Now, turn around and watch the party."

She did as I ordered, her knees resting on the edge of the cushion, and I ran my hands over her back. She had flawless skin, soft and caramel colored, and I'm sure she still turned quite a few heads. Running my hands around, I fondled her tits through her bra, pinching and tweaking her nipples until she was groaning and pushing back, her ass rubbing against the hard bulge of my cock in my pants. "Tell me what you want, Gina."

"Fuck me, please Julian. Fuck me."

"Do you want it slow and easy or do you want me to fuck you like a slut?"

My words turned her on even more, and her answering groan was almost a sob as she nodded. "Please. Make me your little slut."

I stepped back and pushed my pants to the floor, before pulling my tuxedo shirt off. I always wear a tank top undershirt, which I pulled up to give my cock room to spring free. It's one of my prides, my cock. It's big, to put it simply. Gina looked back over her shoulder when she heard my pants drop, her breath catching as she saw my cock in the half light. "Holy shit."

"Don't worry baby, you'll never feel anything better in your life," I assured her. That was my other pride, my ability to use my gift. Sure, I've had women whimper in pain, but when I want to, I'm a fucking Michelangelo with my cock. Gina wanted me to paint a masterpiece with it, so I took my time, easing inside her at just the right pace so that the inner slut inside her was satisfied that she was being used, while not actually hurting her. She was already on the edge of her first orgasm by the time I was all the way inside, and I took a moment to let her fully adjust. "Now, hold on."

I pumped Gina hard and fast at first, wanting to bring her to that first orgasm quickly. It took only about thirty seconds of my cock pistoning in and out of her before she was burying her mouth into the leather on back of the chair and crying out her first orgasm. Still, I had to give it to her, she kept pushing back until her body couldn't take any more. I slowed down, and let her recover. "More?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she said through the leather, and I started stroking again, slow and sensual. I was just starting to get into it when I looked out at the reception, and could see Krystal take the stage. I couldn't hear the exact words of what she said in her speech, but the crowd loved it, and in the reddish orange lights of the stage, she looked sexier than I'd ever seen her. Her skin glowed in the light, and when the music hit, it shook me to the core. Why that song? Of all the Jim Steinman songs Johnathan had ever bombarded me with growing up,
Tonight Is What It Means to Be Young
was the one that touched me. The amps kicked up too, and I could hear Krystal start to sing the lyrics that had fed more than a few fantasies of mine as I went through my teenage years. It was by that song that I'd figured out just how wonderfully different women are from men, and it was by that song I'd even lost my virginity.

"Oooh Julian, that's it, give it to me baby," I heard Gina say as I pumped away, but in my mind I didn't see a nearly forty-year-old Gina Aksoy, but instead it was her twenty-four-year-old niece. In my mind's eye it was Krystal who was bent over for me, her youthful body and what promised to be ultra-tight pussy milking my cock. My hips sped up on their own, and soon I was slamming in and out, my mind a thousand miles away.

I could hear the lyrics continue while my mind saw Krystal dressed all in whites and pale blues, an almost black haired, black eyed angel who opened her arms to me and clasped me to her chest, not in fake lust or wanton need of fucking but to comfort me. In her arms I felt something I'd never felt from anyone ever before, a total acceptance of who I am.

"We're dancing for the restless and the broken hearted . . ."
she said to me, kissing my face, which were suddenly wet with tears. In my vision, her dress disappeared, and I was almost stunned by the beauty before me, not just because of its flawless shape but because of its simple nobility. Slipping inside, my cock almost twitched immediately in warning of orgasm, but I was helpless to stop myself. I plunged into this angel in front of me over and over, my lips crying out in wordless need as I neared an orgasm that, somewhere deep inside me, I knew would somehow change me forever. It frightened me, knowing I would be forced to change. If I came inside this angel, I'd have to let go of all the mental armor, all the fronts and the
anger
I'd felt for so long. Still, I couldn't stop, and it was with a deep moan, down in my soul in a place that I'd not been for a very long time, I felt my orgasm tear out of me, ripping through my body as my cock burst inside the angel, the energy sending white tendrils through me and obliterating all my thoughts and nestling somewhere in my heart before fading away.