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beautiful. And, somehow, he seemed to have become incredibly wealthy.
In no way was I prepared for the size of the gleaming silver yacht that heaved into view ahead. There was no doubt in my mind that it was our destination, because the massive helicopter that had swept thunderously over the restaurant perched like a dainty dragonfly at the back of one of the upper decks.
Aboard the yacht, he took me to a shaded deck at the front, no bigger than a tennis court, and more minions served us lobster and mayonnaise salad with freshly baked bread. A green bottle of champagne swirled in a silver ice bucket, beaded with drops of water that ran down the sides in rivulets.
“This is quite a change from how we grew up.” I said, sipping from a tall champagne flute.
“All the times we came up to the beach when we were kids?” he tore a hunk of bread, “I met a lot of the local kids. All of them were from very wealthy families. I kept in touch.”
He had always had that gift for getting along with people, even when he bullied them like a savage. They always seemed to love him for it. Maybe his gift was for spotting the masochists. Then again , I thought, Maybe he found the masochist in whoever he met and then nurtured it.
“As we grew up together,” he took half a lobster tail from the shell and tore it in half, “I needed work and I needed money. I found ways to help them get what they needed.” He at the lobster tail with some bread and mayonnaise then refilled our glasses.
“I found transport, office space, and staff--anything. Whatever was required.” I wondered whether all of ‘whatever was required’ would have been entirely legal.
He said, “Soon I discovered a big demand for a very high end taxi service, with executive jets as the taxis.” He certainly didn’t think small. But you wouldn’t wind up on a yacht like this one by thinking small.
“Now I have a fleet of twenty two planes, four helicopters, plus limos and SUVs for ground transportation all over the US. Some in China, Europe and Russia, too.” My stepbrother had turned into one hell of a man.
“So, why did you say that you left because of me?”
“Sis…” he protested.
“Really. You said that it wasn’t because you hated me. I’d thought it was because you hated all of us. Well, Mom and me at any rate.” I didn’t say ‘The Asshat.’ I never said that aloud. It was Balthazar’s father, after all. I didn’t want to hurt him. From what he said, I think Balthazar had his own issues with him, but hearing me bad-mouth him wasn’t ever going to make it any better.
His feet shuffled. I saw that the front of his pants was beginning to lift above his lap. A tent pole rose.
“I couldn’t stay there, with your Mom and… him. Nothing against your Mom, she’s a good woman, but I couldn’t forgive him for replacing my mother, and for shacking up in our home. Moving in the first woman he found who would…”
“I get that, really. But you said that it was about me.”
“When I met you, Sis, do you remember?” Did I ever! “All the girls at school, all the girls since–everywhere I go, girls just fling themselves at me. Practically beg me, sometimes they actually beg me to do whatever I want with them.”
They did. I remembered it well.
“None of them hold a candle to you, Sis.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from him.
“I wanted you. I wanted you so bad. It was always you. And it couldn’t ever be you.” His brow furrowed, “Look, it won’t do any good to talk about it.”
“It might. I wanted you too, you know.”
“Well, that only makes it worse.”
He got up and strode around the deck.
“Just seeing you makes me so damned horny, Sis.”
I could see that was true. He stood proud like the mast on the front of a galleon. “I’m going to have to fuck half the girls in the crew tonight to get you off my mind.”
He chewed the inside of his lip. I leapt up to stand
In no way was I prepared for the size of the gleaming silver yacht that heaved into view ahead. There was no doubt in my mind that it was our destination, because the massive helicopter that had swept thunderously over the restaurant perched like a dainty dragonfly at the back of one of the upper decks.
Aboard the yacht, he took me to a shaded deck at the front, no bigger than a tennis court, and more minions served us lobster and mayonnaise salad with freshly baked bread. A green bottle of champagne swirled in a silver ice bucket, beaded with drops of water that ran down the sides in rivulets.
“This is quite a change from how we grew up.” I said, sipping from a tall champagne flute.
“All the times we came up to the beach when we were kids?” he tore a hunk of bread, “I met a lot of the local kids. All of them were from very wealthy families. I kept in touch.”
He had always had that gift for getting along with people, even when he bullied them like a savage. They always seemed to love him for it. Maybe his gift was for spotting the masochists. Then again , I thought, Maybe he found the masochist in whoever he met and then nurtured it.
“As we grew up together,” he took half a lobster tail from the shell and tore it in half, “I needed work and I needed money. I found ways to help them get what they needed.” He at the lobster tail with some bread and mayonnaise then refilled our glasses.
“I found transport, office space, and staff--anything. Whatever was required.” I wondered whether all of ‘whatever was required’ would have been entirely legal.
He said, “Soon I discovered a big demand for a very high end taxi service, with executive jets as the taxis.” He certainly didn’t think small. But you wouldn’t wind up on a yacht like this one by thinking small.
“Now I have a fleet of twenty two planes, four helicopters, plus limos and SUVs for ground transportation all over the US. Some in China, Europe and Russia, too.” My stepbrother had turned into one hell of a man.
“So, why did you say that you left because of me?”
“Sis…” he protested.
“Really. You said that it wasn’t because you hated me. I’d thought it was because you hated all of us. Well, Mom and me at any rate.” I didn’t say ‘The Asshat.’ I never said that aloud. It was Balthazar’s father, after all. I didn’t want to hurt him. From what he said, I think Balthazar had his own issues with him, but hearing me bad-mouth him wasn’t ever going to make it any better.
His feet shuffled. I saw that the front of his pants was beginning to lift above his lap. A tent pole rose.
“I couldn’t stay there, with your Mom and… him. Nothing against your Mom, she’s a good woman, but I couldn’t forgive him for replacing my mother, and for shacking up in our home. Moving in the first woman he found who would…”
“I get that, really. But you said that it was about me.”
“When I met you, Sis, do you remember?” Did I ever! “All the girls at school, all the girls since–everywhere I go, girls just fling themselves at me. Practically beg me, sometimes they actually beg me to do whatever I want with them.”
They did. I remembered it well.
“None of them hold a candle to you, Sis.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from him.
“I wanted you. I wanted you so bad. It was always you. And it couldn’t ever be you.” His brow furrowed, “Look, it won’t do any good to talk about it.”
“It might. I wanted you too, you know.”
“Well, that only makes it worse.”
He got up and strode around the deck.
“Just seeing you makes me so damned horny, Sis.”
I could see that was true. He stood proud like the mast on the front of a galleon. “I’m going to have to fuck half the girls in the crew tonight to get you off my mind.”
He chewed the inside of his lip. I leapt up to stand
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