Picture Perfect

By: Evangeline Anderson



Chapter One





“Will you get off my case, Kurt?” I demanded, whirling to face my annoying stepbrother. “For the last time, I know what I’m doing. I’ve been modeling for the past five years now, in case you haven’t noticed, and I think I’m qualified to pick my own assignments without you butting in.” I turned back to the mirror and continued brushing my long auburn hair in quick, jerky strokes, but I could still see him in the glass, standing over me and glowering. His inky black hair and deep blue eyes were almost as startling a contrast as my own deep red hair and pale green eyes, but his skin was a deep, natural tan and mine was fair in the extreme -- what they used to call a rose leaf complexion.

Anyone who saw us together would know by our very different coloring that we weren’t really related. But that didn’t keep Kurt from acting like the annoying big brother he’d been to me for the five years since my mom and his dad had gotten married.



He wanted to screen my dates and make sure I got home safe if I went out late, which was bad enough. But when he started to say where I could go and what modeling jobs I could take, well, that was crossing the line. And the thing was, I couldn’t tell if he was being overprotective because he really thought of us as related, or because of the unspoken tension that still plagued us despite both our attempts to ignore it.



I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think my stepbrother was a good-looking guy. He was working his way through USF with a company called “College Hunks Hauling Junk,” and the heavy lifting he did getting rid of people’s old appliances and other useless items had left him with muscles on top of muscles. His features were sharp and his eyes were such a brilliant, deep blue that they made people look twice at him. Some of my girlfriends had even asked me if he wore colored contacts, but there was nothing fake about Kurt, which, I guess, was one of the most attractive things about him.



I knew he thought I was pretty too, even though he’d never said anything. It was the way I caught him looking at me sometimes when he thought I wouldn’t notice and the awkward way we acted around each other if we had to be in close proximity for any reason. We never sat too close on the couch, for instance, because the electrical current that seemed to exist between us flared into life and made sitting still impossible for both of us. I could literally feel the tiny hairs along my arms rising, and my pussy always got uncomfortably hot and wet whenever I was close enough to him to feel the heat of his big body and smell his warm scent of leather and musk. I was pretty sure I affected him the same way, so we tried to keep some distance between us at all times. Sometimes, though, being close was unavoidable.



Several times on family vacations we’d had to share a hotel room, which was bad enough, but we usually made the most of it. I took one bed and Kurt took the other, and we both changed separately in the bathroom, careful that no skin was exposed. I even slept in a full set of pajamas despite the heat. But on the last vacation, things had gone horribly awry when I walked in on him while he was taking a shower.



I had just been swimming and had water in my ears, so I didn’t hear him humming or the spray of the water hitting the shower curtain. All I could think of was getting out of my wet bikini and into a nice warm bath because the lake I had been swimming in was freezing.



Kurt wasn’t in the bedroom, so I had already taken off my green bikini top, baring my full breasts and tight nipples. I walked into the bathroom, toweling my hair and pulled back the shower curtain only to find my stepbrother naked in the shower with the steaming water streaming down his sculpted abs.



It was agonizingly embarrassing, of course, especially considering the way I hadn’t been able to stop staring. I still blush when I remember the way I was rooted to the spot, my mouth half open -- and drooling no doubt -- as I looked him over, unable to tear my eyes away. His naked body was big and hard and glistening wet, and for the first time I could see his cock. It was long and thick, nestled against one of his muscular thighs like a sleeping snake.

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