“Evvvv… Evan, fuck me,” she groans.
My fingers plunge inside of her. “Soaking fucking wet, Reese. You are soaking wet for me.”
I take my other hand and begin to unbuckle my belt as she bounces on my three fingers.
“Evan, I’m gonna come, baby, it’s been so long since I came.”
“Shhh,” I mouth into her messy hair. I pull down my zipper, and begin to pull out my cock. “Come for big brother, come all you need to.”
She’s panting, my fingers are dripping wet, and my erection is damn near ready to burst. I’m just about to shift my cock inside of Reese but stop at the sound of footsteps.
Faster than a speeding bullet, Reese readjusts her panties, and zooms away from my grasp.
“What are you doing over here,” Grayson inquires, voice weighted with suspicion.
From my position around the corner, it seems like she’s trying to coax him back toward the party. “I needed a fresh breath of air. Please don't...”
Teeth bared, I lean against the fucking wall. Pre-cum shining under the moonlight. “Fuck,” I mouth loudly. I have never experienced the term ‘blue balls,’ and to hell if I undergo such tragedy tonight.
Grayson’s voice is but a whine, “I thought you agreed with my apology, my love.”
“Grayson, do not call me that. Ever.”
Reese pauses, her chin brushes against her collarbone and then stays there, as if she’s stopped herself from glancing over her shoulder.
“Alright, Reese," his voice is dense with defeat.
My lips curve into a smile, as I delicately place my heavy-laden cock back into my pants. There must be something in the air, because his next statement is filled with a renewed confidence. "Very well, then I will win you back. You know, Reese, you never once said those words to me. I know you love me, and I have always loved you. We have very pertinent things to discuss, though, but one day you’ll be mine again.”
My jaw clenches. Out of respect for Reese, I stay poised against the stone wall instead of assuring Grayson that their past will never become their future. And what does he need to discuss with her?
While feeling the first pangs of jealousy since graduating from the eighth grade, reality slams into my chest. Grayson can make amends, he can turn her frown around, he can take her out and introduce her to associates, family, friends.
I can't.
We’re old enough for the stepbrother-stepsister dynamic not to be an issue. Shit, it could be means for a fun conversation over a beer and a chat with friends. But Reese isn’t having it. I know within my heart of hearts, that Reese will continue to fuck me. She has no choice. But telling her I am in love with her out in public would have her mortified. I lean my head back, and take a deep breath. Though Reese has been vague about her upbringing, I have determined her father was an asshole. Most likely abusive and probably created a hostile environment for herself and her mother. Hence her inability to tell that bitch, Grayson, that she loved him when they were hot and heavy.
Me? Reese has placed it in her mind that telling me she loves me is taboo. She won’t be able to utter the words until my father gets over his fetish with Lolita. Speaking of dad, we never had that conversation about his interest in his new wife or his knowledge of Reese’s father. I’ve called him a few times since Reese and I went to the ranch. He’d either be busy with Lolita or preparing for a board meeting at the museum.
I step out of the shadows.
Every step I make toward the lovebirds; I’m bombarded with cousin after cousin after cousin. This isn’t even all the Zaccaros. Some are too busy on the East Coast and then we also have the family in Cosenza who never had a desire to visit the States.
My pops and his new bride wind up meeting me in the center of the lavish yard. This isn’t the time, nor the place to corner him for being so evasive as of recent. So I shake Tony’s hand, and then pull him in for a hug. “Congrats, old man.”
He gives my back a hardy pat. “Thanks, Son.”
An hour later, the hors d'oeuvres have been replaced by the main course. It took about thirty minutes for everyone to venture off the terrace and down toward the tennis courts.
There’s a collage of lilies and orchids entwined within the gate’s perimeter, and enough tea and tapered candles to start a Forrest fire. The servers have placed the second course, Italian wedding soup, which is fitting for the occasion, in front of our plates. There are calligraphy place cards, and I’ve been designated to sit with my favorite cousin, Isabella, and her crew of siblings. Isadora is to my left, and Bella to my right.
When the servants bring the third course, poached salmon, Tony stands up at a sweetheart table across from us all, Lolita is at his side. He holds up a flute. “Firstly, I’d like to thank everyone for coming this evening; it means more than you will ever know for Lolita and I to have the ones we love and care about here to share this special day. Oh heck, we’re already married.”
The truth spurs a round of laughter. Isadora has turned up her hearing aid, and is laughing at the top of her lungs.
Once it grows quiet again, he says, “So let’s just call this the second special day in our life. The honor bequeathed to me to present my lovely bride to my family, it’s just enough to make an old man’s heart melt. I can honestly say it wouldn’t have been the same without each and every one of ya… it would’ve been a helluva lot cheaper, but that’s not the point.”
Everyone laughs at that. Then Lolita stands beside him. Her entire facade is airy and in love. “Oh, Tony, you have made me the happiest woman alive! My family is small,” she continues. “It's been just myself and my little Reese for the longest.” As she begins to mention Reese's father my ears pique.
At the circular table
