EroticReverie

Zayne

"Damn, that's the new step sis?" my friend Vincent let's out a low whistle. All three of my friends , including myself look in the direction of the pretty little thing with her long wavy brown hair pulled up into a loose updo that has soft tendrils kissing the sides of her face. Chanel, is the daughter of the woman that my father is about to marry. I haven't met his soon to be wife, or her daughter. I'd seen a few older pictures of them, and hadn't really given them much interest. This was my fathers fifth wife after all. I knew better than to get invested in whatever money hungry gold digger he found himself. 

"I'd like to find HER "stuck" in a dryer, or under a table." My other friend Damon mutters, making Vincent and Kaleb chuckle with him, referring to the cliche step brother and step sister porn that was popular and often mocked for the bad acting and the  stupidity of the girls being "Stuck" in random places, and left "helpless" to their pervert step brothers that end up fucking them. But my gaze travels over the petite frame and slender curves of my new step sister, and yeah...I have to agree with Damon...I'd love to find her plump ass sticking out of a dryer. 

"She's seventeen, you fucks." I mutter.

They all gives pause, brows lifting. She must feel four sets of eyes on her, because her head turns this way, standing with her mother and my father as they talk to another couple that have come to celebrate their engagement. Pretty brown eyes fall on mine. She gives a soft smile, and turns toward me and my friends. God damn. She's in champagne colored satin dress , that barely hits mid thigh, the top of it is a halter style that wraps around her neck, the tie of it draping down  the middle of her back. But the front, jesus christ. The front neckline plunges down to right below her breasts. 

"Oh shit." Kaleb whispers. All of us thinking that exact same thing. Chanel, did not look like a fucking seventeen year old. Not in that fucking dress anyways. With no bra, and that satin material, two hard fucking nipples are walking towards us and I cant fucking take my eyes off them. She had great tits. C cup maybe? Fuck, I wanted to see those. I wanted to suck on those. Fuck them. Slap them. Tie them up. 

"Hey, you're Zayne, right? I'm Chanel." she says, shifting her champagne flute to her non dominant hand and reaching out her hand to me. 

"He's your step brother now, you should hug him." Kaleb says and I toss him a look and roll my eyes as Chanel laughs.

"You can hug me too if you want." Damon says and I toss him a look as well and shake my head as Chanel laughs. 

"Yeah, your dad warned me about your friends." she says with a smirk. 

"They didn't warn us about YOU." Vincent. "How old are you?" 

She gives a little grin, dropping her hand when I don't grab it, my eyes too busy taking in her face. Distracted by how fucking pretty she is. 

"Old enough." she shrugs and lifts her champagne flute and takes a sip, her tongue peeking against the glass with mischief as she tilts the glass up. My brows raise.

"Oh damn, say less" Vincent says and goes to step forward and reach out his hand and I slap his hand out of the way. 

"ow man, shit" he says, shaking his hand. 

Chanel laughs and gives Vincent a flirty little wink, that makes my nostrils flare. Fuck, she was going to be trouble. 

"you're seventeen." I say and she looks at me and smiles, tilting her head. 

"So?" she asks. 

"You're hardly, old enough." I say. 

She laughs. "Your daddy's friends disagree." 

My eyes narrow, and I look around the room. 

"Frank over there, practically proposed to me. Not my type though....too wrinkly." she says and I look to frank , who is nearly pushing seventy, and a total fucking perv, trading in his "fiances" for newer models every few years. 

"fucking Frank" Vincent laughs with a shake of his head. 

"What's your type then?" Damon asks and she looks at him, gives him an up and down as if she's considering whether or not he fits what she likes. 

"I like them big." she says with a little smirk and bites the corner of her lip, I nearly choke on air.

"big in height....big in the wallet....big...." she drops her eyes down to his crotch. "feet." she drops her eyes to his on the floor with a little laugh as Damon practically salivates for her.  

"So you're a gold digger like your mother?" I ask and her eyes shoot to me and she scoffs. 

"that's cute. That you think MY mother is a gold digger. Do you just assume all women are?" she asks and steps closer and tips up her champagne glass, finishing the rest. Then holds it out, I watch as Vincent fucking takes it for her. I shake my head at him and look back at her. 

"If anyone is a gold digger in this annoying little engagement, it's your father....my mother comes from billions, has billions. If you're in the one percent...Zayne." she bites out my name. "I'm in the top point zero, zero, zero, zero one percent. And I could fucking buy your entire life and not even flinch." she says with a smile and I grit my teeth. 

"And i'd do it all, while you were still drooling over my tits." she hisses and then plucks another champagne glass off the tray of a passing waiter without even looking. I can hear the suck of breath my friends take at the surprise of her blunt words, at calling me out. 

"Nice to meet you, step bro." she gives a sarcastic smile and a little wave of a single finger to me, then shoots her eyes to my friends. "Nice to meet you, boys" she winks at Damon, licks her fucking lips at Vincent and then bites her lip while looking at Kaleb and spins, her little dress twirling around her slightly as she walks of with a sway of her hips that could bring me to fucking knees. 

"Well, damn. I think I'm in love." Damon exhales. 

"Shut up." I bite out and my friends chuckle.

"She handed you your ass. Seventeen? Fuck. I know it's only a been a few years since we were in highschool,...but she makes me wanna go back....real bad." Kaleb says. 

"i said...shut up." I say through gritted teeth as I watch her walk over to a guy our age, and then place her hand on his chest, and I watch as she flirts with him, and he leans down, as he slips a hand behind her lower back, and leans down as she whispers something to him, his eyes lighting up as he nods against the side of her head. Then I watch , as the seventeen year old hell raising little bitch takes him from the ball room and into another room.

"fuck , she's hot." Vincent says.

I grumble. "Can you all go fucking jerk each other off somewhere else?" I huff and push away from the group and follow the trail of my new little edition to the family.