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Chapter 1
    When I was ten I hated my stepbrother. My father married, and left me and my mother when I was born, to marry this beautiful model in California. They had a son three years older than me. Where my mother and I lived in a rundown house in a seedy part of Seattle, they lived in a mansion in Malibu. It wasn’t my stepbrother’s fault but I blamed him for having a great looking mother and being so hot and good looking that I wanted him to steal in my bedroom when I visited my father, and take me, but he never did.
    I would sleep in the nude just to make it easy for him.
    I blamed him for being so sexy and causing me to dream about an elicit relationship with him, and surrendering my virginity to him. I blamed him for me being a virgin at seventeen because I was waiting for him.
    My stepbrother Madison’s dark hair and blue intoxicating eyes mesmerized me, hitting me like desert heat taking my breath away, and made a growing lingering want and a swell deep down inside every time I gazed on his shirtless body. I on the other hand looked like a mouse with my sallow skin and long dark hair. I looked like Dracula sucked the blood from me.
    My father brought in enough money to pay child support but it was Madison’s mother’s money and Madison’s rich father who made it possible for my dad to live in luxury while we lived below the poverty line.
    When I was seventeen my father asked me to come to their home in California to give me a break from my gloom, and get some sunshine on my face.
    I flew in on a cheap flight and Madison was given the task of picking me up from the airport. I found the baggage claim glancing around for someone who fit his description. A hot young hunk of twenty but no hot sexy young men in sight caught my eyes. It had been agreed that he would meet me there, but he wasn’t there even after I had been waiting for an hour for the plane to unload my luggage, and put it on the conveyer belt.
    Finally, I had my suitcase in my hand. There was little doubt that my luggage would be there because no one wanted a ratty old bag, not even me. I managed to push it out to the curb checking my purse to find the address and make a call to my father.
    After standing in line for a cab, calling my dad, and reassuring him that I made it without something happening to me for fifteen minutes, I approached the end of the line with two people in front of me. It was then I heard loud music and someone yell my name. Turning to see who it was I saw a silver two door Mercedes angled at the curb. The top was down and he was standing shouting at me. I turned and rolled the case over to the trunk expecting him to get out and open it but instead he sat in the car, and opened the trunk, and I slid it in. Then I walked to the door and opened it.
    I rolled my eyes at him when I wanted to kiss him and take his hand and place it in my panties and let him feel the want and my pulsating swollen clit.
    He looked at me with disdain as if he had better things to do with his time and he probably did. I turned to him and said, “Would it hurt you to help me with my luggage?” He glanced at me, turned the music up, and kept his eyes on the road. He ignored me the whole time. I lowered the music and said, “You are so rude.” He reached on his steering wheel and hit a button and the music blared louder.

Chapter 2
    When we arrived at the beautiful house setting atop the hill, my hair was covering my face. Madison stopped the car and jumped out when he saw my father. He tried to pretend that he was being nice to me, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He even opened the car door like a gentleman I knew he wasn’t, and when I trotted to open the trunk, he was standing there and placed his hand over mine to help me raise the trunk.
    I felt an unhealthy arousal. A tingling in my stomach at the time. I couldn’t explain it. I glanced up at him into his big blue eyes and wind swept hair and I knew I wanted him. I wanted to be near