Escape: A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

“Of course,” Sheri continued, “we’d still be getting married anyway, but we want to leverage the wedding as much as possible.”

“That means you both need to be on your best behavior,” Roy said. Now he was looking at me.
Well done old man, looks like you’ve grown yourself a pair.
“I’m a solicitor and can’t afford to have family members in trouble with the law.”

“Don’t worry, Roy,” I said, finishing off the rest of my glass of whisky. “I’ve never done anything illegal. I mean, I’ve never been caught doing anything illegal. Scratch that, I’ve never been caught and prosecuted for doing anything illegal.”

“Yes, well, just to make sure,” Sheri said, “you will be living here with us for the rest of the summer. I’ve sublet the London penthouse already so you won’t be living there. I don’t trust you in London all by yourself. You can go back and pack your things, but that’s it.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I exclaimed.

Roy and Sheri both cringed at my choice of words. Sheri didn’t usually care, so I knew she was just pretending to be offended for Roy’s benefit. “Watch your language,” Sheri warned.

“I didn’t complain about living in London while you sorted out your legal issues—and apparently got other things sorted out as well—but there’s no way I’m living here all summer.”

“It’s a beautiful home, Caiden. I’m sure Victoria will give you the tour.”

“It’s old and stuck in the middle of nowhere. Are there even any young women around here? I just bought a twenty-four pack of condoms and I didn’t buy them because I enjoy a posh wank if you get my drift.”

“Jesus Christ,” Roy muttered under his breath. I got the impression he would have covered up Vicky’s ears if he could have.

“Caiden, we’ll speak about this later,” Sheri said, giving me her best stink eye.

I looked back at Vicky and thought I caught a brief hint of a smile although it disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.

“We have more good news,” Roy announced, as he tried to change the subject. “We found this on the chair in the lounge, Victoria.” He had a letter in his hand. I thought I recognized the University of Cambridge logo in the corner, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Vicky’s been accepted to read PPE at Cambridge,” Roy said with a beaming smile on his face. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Vicky replied.

The absence of a warm hug and a sincere reply was obvious to everyone apart from Roy it seemed.

“I knew you’d get in of course, but it’s good to get the confirmation all the same.”

Vicky didn’t say anything. Didn’t she want to study at Cambridge? It sounded like a dream come true for someone of her upbringing, but she couldn’t have looked less enthused at the prospect.

“You should confirm your acceptance as soon as possible,” Roy said. “Quicker we get this all final the better.”

“I was thinking about waiting for a few weeks,” Vicky said timidly. “Just in case anything else comes through. I want to know what my options are.”

“Nonsense,” Roy replied. “What’s the point in looking at the back-up plans when you’ve been accepted to your first choice? You’re going to love it there. My three years at Cambridge were the best of my life. Well, until recently,” he added, turning to look at Sheri.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” I groaned.

“Serves you right for knocking back all that whiskey,” Sheri said, completely missing the point. “Come on Royston, let’s give them some time to get to know each other better.”

Better? I know her fairly well already. I still had a crystal clear mental image of her perfect pussy and the face she made when she came on my cock. I could even describe the size and location of her clit. How much more was there to know about a woman?

“Vicky,” Roy said as he turned to walk out of the kitchen. “Please give Caiden a tour of the place and make him feel at home. I want him to feel like he’s part of the family.”

“I suggest we start with the bedroom,” I said to Vicky. “Show me where the magic never happens.”

  “Sod off,” Vicky replied, pushing me out of the way and walking towards a door at the back of the kitchen that led outside to a large, green garden.

I poured myself another drink and then followed her outside. I’d only been in England for a few months, but that had been enough time to make me rethink some of the stereotypes about English weather. It didn’t rain nearly as much as some people back home made out and there was plenty of potential for warm summer days. Today was one of those days.

Vicky’s house had a few trees at the bottom end of the garden and they were doing a brilliant job of blocking the breeze that would have made the garden a little too cold for comfort. Instead, I stood outside and bathed in the warm sun directly overhead while I watched Vicky pace up and down the patio.

“Did you know?” she asked without turning to look at me. “Did you know our parents were going to get married when we slept together?”

“Of course I didn’t,” I replied. “Did you know?”

“Ew, no of course not.”

“Just checking. You were the one who approached me after all. It could have been some weird game to stop your dad marrying my mom. Is that it? Are you going to spring this news on ‘daddy’ at some point and hope he calls off the wedding?”

“Oh yes, I’m just looking for the right time,” Vicky said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Dad, I know you think you’ve met the woman of your dreams, but you should know that I had a wild night in bed with your new step-son.”

“I very much doubt that Sheri is the woman of Roy’s dreams. She’s usually only found in men’s nightmares.”

“You should call him Royston. He hates Roy. Anyway, your mom’s lovely. I wish you wouldn’t talk about her like that. I don’t know how she had the misfortune to have a son like you, but that can’t be helped.”

“I’m a lovely son,” I said. “I never get in her way and that’s all she really wants from me.”

“Well you heard them—you’re going to need to be on your best behavior now. That means no more chasing a different woman every night. You might want to return that big box of condoms you just bought; see if they’ll give you a refund.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, sweetheart?” I never went anywhere without condoms, but when I’d been digging around in my bag for my train ticket, I noticed I’d left the damn things at the London penthouse. The first stop on the way to this house—following Sheri’s awful directions that got me lost more than once—was to pick up some more condoms, or “Johnnies” as the locals seemed to call them.

She cringed and shivered even though she couldn’t possibly have been cold standing in the sun in her buttoned-up blouse.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “I just don’t want you bringing a different drunken slut back here every night.”

“I don’t always screw drunk sluts.” I walked up close enough to smell the coconut fragrance in her hair, presumably left behind by her choice of shampoo. “Sometimes I fuck sober virgins. You should know all about that.”

“I wasn’t a… never mind. Just try not to harass all the young women in this town. London’s a big place, but Windsor isn’t. You’ll get a reputation for yourself and that reputation will rub off on this family.”

“You don’t think very highly of me do you?” I asked.

“No. In fact, I think very
little
,” she looked down at my penis, “of you. Very little indeed.”

Cheap shot, Vicky. If she was going to insult me, she should at least be realistic about it. She might go her whole life without taking a cock as big as mine inside her again.

“I’ll have you know, I do not go around harassing women at all. They come to me and if they meet my criteria then I consider letting them come home with me.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I guess I got you all wrong. You’re really just screwing these women to be nice. How noble of you. I’m surprised you don’t go around wearing white armor.”

I shrugged. “Gets a bit hot in the summer. Would you rather I was one of those sleazy guys who rubs himself against random girls in nightclubs until some desperate soul takes the bait? My way’s a lot better and less likely to cause offense, don’t you think?”

My unique approach to getting laid had come about entirely by accident. I’d had some vague success with women by dancing with them, but the strike rate was too low. You couldn’t tell which women were single, frigid, or just not interested in one night stands.

One evening I had been far too tired to dance, so I just sat at the bar and enjoyed the finest whiskey they had on offer. It turned out that many women wanted a real man; not just someone who pressed their pathetic erections against them on the dance floor. Those women were more than happy to approach me and strike up conversation.

I never told my friends the secret to my success, but it was simple enough. Women wanted to be treated like regular people. I just talked to them as if they were a normal human being and after a while they either said goodnight and left me—that didn’t happen often—or the conversation started turning towards nightcaps.

“Whatever,” Vicky said, shaking her head. “So long as we’re in agreement about you behaving and not doing anything to ruin this for my dad and your mom.”

“Wait, so you mean you actually support all this? You want our parents to get married?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I’d love to get to know your mom a bit better. I’ve learnt so much from just reading her cookbooks and watching her on television. Imagine what I can learn from her in person.”

“I’d advise against spending too much time with my mother if I were you. It would only shatter your illusions. You won’t need to cook when you go to Cambridge anyway. It’s all communal halls there for meals.”

“How the hell do you know what Cambridge is like?” Vicky asked. “I doubt you’re allowed in universities. You probably burn when you walk through the door, like Satan in a church or something.”

“I know you don’t want to go,” I said. I didn’t
know
that, but I certainly had my suspicions. Cambridge was the equivalent of Harvard or Yale in the US and I’d never known anyone not jumping for joy at the prospect of going there. Vicky had looked positively underwhelmed by the entire thing.

“Of course I want to go,” Vicky said defiantly.  

Now
I knew. The conviction in her voice was entirely fake and insincere. She was an awful liar.

“You don’t want to go. Your daddy wants you to go, but that’s not actually the same thing.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you,” Vicky said. “Just because you have some weird and irrational dislike of your mom, don’t put that on me. My dad and I may not have the most friendly relationship, but we are cordial with each other.”

“How sweet,” I said, my voice dripping with insincerity. “Just how a father, daughter relationship should be. Cordial. What about your mom? How do you think she’ll react to all this?”

“Mom will be just fine,” Vicky said. “She’s coped for almost three years since Dad abandoned her. This doesn’t change anything.”

Abandoned?
There we go; confirmation of serious daddy issues. I decided not to press it for the time being. I’d woken up early to catch the train to this snob’s paradise and could use a shower and a nap. I didn’t have the energy to keep arguing with Vicky even though I was thoroughly enjoying it.

“Are you going to give me the tour then?” I asked. “I suggest you start with the bedrooms.”

“Bedroom,” Vicky said, emphasizing the singular noun and not the plural. “I will show you to the spare room, but that’s the only bedroom you will go in the entire time you are here.”

Vicky showed me up to the spare bedroom. It was a decent size, although I’d been living in a London penthouse for the last few months, so anything else was going to seem rather underwhelming.

Right next to my bedroom was a door with pink stickers of My Little Pony on the door. The stickers were old and I could tell that at some point she had made an attempt to peel them off, but they were still visible and probably the cause of some embarrassment.

“We’ll be right next door to each other,” I remarked. “How convenient.”

“As far as you’re concerned, this door doesn’t exist, okay?”

“Fine,” I replied, holding up my hands. “But if I remember rightly you’re a bit of a screamer. Try to keep the noise down when you’re rubbing your clit and thinking of me.”

“You’re disgusting,” Vicky replied, cringing and shaking her head as she spoke.  

“Don’t tell me you won’t be thinking of me all summer. I bet you’re wet now just imagining how easy it would be to open this door and fuck on the bed like we did last week. We could do it if you like? I could get someone better than you, but I always enjoy making girls scream when their dads are downstairs.”

Vicky backed away from me and placed her hand on the handle to her bedroom door. For one fleeting second I thought she was actually going to invite me in. My cock began hardening in my pants so I quickly tried to think of something disgusting to take my mind off it. Roy and Sheri in bed together did the trick.

“The bathroom’s there,” she said, pointing to a door down the hall. “There are fresh towels in the airing cupboard.”

“Just remember sweetheart, I’m right next door if you have any desires that need satisfying. I’ll be here all summer.”

“I’ll tell Dad to buy lots of tissues—you’re going to need them.”