"Oh my God! I am so sorry," Mel shouted.
Adam's groin was still burning but he smiled, "It's fine, sweetheart."
He regretted using the term as soon as it came out of his mouth. It was kind of inappropriate since the brunette little woman was his step-sister, not his stepdaughter. Would have been nice since her mother was only four years older than himself and a bombshell of a woman.
Adam grabbed some napkins from the table but Mel was already squatting down brushing a few across his crotch, dotting harshly at the coffee stains. It added to the tenderness of his once scolding member. Her submissive pose, her face holding a naive bothered expression sent his cock throbbing in need.
Fuck, not again
Adam was naturally pale and the feeling of her hands fondling around his stiff junk suddenly caused his face to turn red.
"Uh, You don't have to um-"
He gave her small hand a slight shove but she brought it back to his thigh to dab at the stained cloth.
He wanted to say, "Hey little girl, can you not make my dick hard." But that would be too explicit and by the look of her clueless face, it wasn't her intention to do so.
"I'm so sorry," she repeated.
He was going to clean it himself, he just needed time to process the burning of his once soft dick.
"I got it," Adam groaned.
"He can clean himself up, honey," her mother chastised.
Mel suddenly realized how inappropriate she was being, "Oh shit. I'm so sorry," she confessed, feeling his cock jump between his pants and the now brown napkin.
"I am sorry," he laughed off the awkwardness.
Mel gave a nervous chuckle and shook her head at her stupidity.
"No, I'm really sorry, Mr. Adam."
"I'm your brother, so Adam is fine, no need to be formal."
He couldn't believe the young woman gave him yet another rise. He had held out, trying to avoid staring at the deep curve of his stepmother's cleavage at the table. He had gotten a bit turned on and had managed to stay focused when he had a nice gaze at her curvy hips and plump ass when she answered the door. He had held his composure at the table, which he thought he might not be able to do.
His father was a lucky bastard, always had been. His real mother had been a beauty queen when she was a teen. His father wasn't an ugly man, he had a hard face and thick pockets. That was enough power to pull in a beautiful woman. And just like his father, he loved a beautiful woman.
His stepsister was just as gorgeous as her mother, only she donned two deep dimples around her jaws. He had yet to see an expression that didn't leave the dent in her cheek. She was missing those two giant titties bought by his father he assumed. Her tits were not big but not small, they sat up on their own. He determined she had tan nipples. She was also well endowed with a round ass and wide hips and he believed she had a pretty pussy but he was certain she didn't know how to use either one.
"Melony has always wanted a brother."
Katalina gave Adam a nurturing smile as if she had been a motherly figure in his life for years. The look made his stomach turn, only a few moments ago she had called herself trying to squeeze by him and caused a similar effect that her daughter was now creating.
"You get a lot of hefty traits from your father," Kat giggled.
Adam cringed and gave her an annoying glance, wanting to say something smart but he had been holding his tongue today in respect for his father. The man's sixth wife seemed just as unruly as the other four. He thought it was karma for the unpleasant way he treated his mother when she was alive. He didn't have to be mad at his father, the cheating man left a good woman for four other cheaters. His mother had eyes for only him, the rest had eyes for his wallet and now his son.
His father had legally married Katalina last year but this weekend they would be having a real wedding. It was his only reason for being here, he would have bailed out if it was any other event.
Kat smiled and openly gazed at her stepson's erection as he cleaned up the rest of the spill. It laid at his thigh threatening to unleash from the fitted tan pants he wore. Kat averted her eyes up to his handsome face. A neat full blonde beard and warm gray eyes sent her cookie to twitch. She needed milk, some of his creamy nut, if it was as sweet as his father's she had hit the jackpot.
"We have been so excited for you two kids to meet, me and Charles...," she glanced at Charles who looked to be napping.
Adam glared at her for the use of the word, he wasn't a fucking child, and this marriage he thought wouldn't last a year. He brought his attention to his father and noticed his slumped position, was he dead?
"Dad?" Adam questioned, trying to get his attention.
He hadn't seen his father in over 10 years and had missed the last two marriages. Surely the man wouldn't die today of all days.
"Yeah, I'm listening," his deep voice rasped.
"How's retirement been so far? I know you've been camping out at the golf course," he inquired.
Before his dad could answer Mel interrupted, "Why didn't you come for Christmas?
Adam gave a slight scowl at her rudeness, he was here to see his father after all. The other two were houseguests that would be gone by next Christmas
"You said you were coming but you didn't show up. We cooked a lot of food because we thought you would be coming. What did you do?" Mel asked, annoyed.
Adam chuckled before answering and his devoted stepmother scolded her daughter.
"Watch your tone Mel and don't be so intrusive."
"No, it's fine. It's what we are here for. I went on a cruise to the Bahamas, a little gift for myself. I apologize for that." Adam smiled.
"It's okay. That sounds fun, did you swim with dolphins?"
"No, I saw some from my cabin though. They would come up quickly and go back down."
"We could all go one day, wouldn't that be a fun family trip Charles?" Kat asked.
Charles was now snoring and Kat smiled and brought her attention back to her children.
"I want to go somewhere, like anywhere," Mel sighed.
She reached over to grab the jelly and spilled the container of juice on Adam's lap.
"Mel!" Kat shouted.
Fuck, not again.
Mel was 18 and she had just graduated two weeks ago. The anxiety about what to do next caused these fits of clumsiness. The worst thing that could happen when you're meeting your 30-year-old stepbrother would be to keep spilling liquids on his lap. She decided to only apologize this time and spare herself the embarrassment of immediately touching his dick. Since that was only what they did on pornhub.
"I'm sorry." Her tan complexion became a bit blushed and she focused on the task of eating her eggs. She didn't even want to refill her cup, lest it also spills over onto his lap.
After breakfast, the small family gathered around the television for a movie that no one but Charles seemed interested in. The World War I film was in black and white and Mel didn't want to doze off but she did and was quickly nudged by her mother.
"You're snoring," she whispered.
She apologized and stood up to walk off her drowsiness.
Adam was in the kitchen, his tan pants were in the wash and had been traded for a pair of athletic shorts. She gave him a sweet smile and Adam nodded in greeting.
"You better get back in there you're going to miss the action," Mel warned.
"I hate that fucking movie," he sighed.
"But it's his favorite," Mel chuckled and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge."It's not too bad bro."
Adam cringed at the title, he was too old to be adding any additional siblings. He had made it so far the last 30 years being an only child.
Mel turned around and noticed a cloud of smoke that danced around his head, covering his dirty blonde hair.
"What's in the vape?"
