Page 1 of My Italian Stepbrother

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BENITO

The walk through the prison gates feels like a long-awaited victory. For four years, I’d been trapped inside those cold stone walls waiting for this day to come. I should have stayed there even longer, but thanks to my unwillingness to speak or engage with any of the other inmates, I got out early on good behavior. Everyone inside wanted whatever information they could get on the Bareli family, but I wouldn’t budge.

My father is waiting for me at the end of the long walkway through the barbed wire-lined gates. His smile comes more in focus with every step I take. I open my arms to embrace the old man as soon as I reach him. We’ve always been a close family, and the last four years have been tough.

I notice the women standing behind him for the first time when I hug him. I haven’t met Angela yet. My new stepmother is beautiful, just like my dad described on the phone. She looks to be in her mid to late thirties and has long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She’s certainly an attractive woman, but my gaze is focused more on the woman behind her.

I was told I’d have a new stepsister at home, but I wasn’t expecting this.

The first thing I notice about her is her big blue eyes. They’re as clear as the sky; I could get lost in those depths so easily. Her hair is blonde like her mother’s, maybe a shade darker, and it looks natural. Her lips are pink, full, and slightly parted. I have to stop myself as my mind wanders to what I’d like to do with those lips. Images of my fingers tracing them and sliding inside, her sweet tongue swirling around them, are flooding my mind.

Stop.This is your sister now.

I pull away from my father and approach the new women in my life. I’d heard the best things about Angela while I was locked up, and my new sister, Brie. My father told me that she’s a freshman in college, studying to become a teacher. Angela pulls me in for a hug, and I embrace her back.

“Oh Benito,” she says in my ear while she stands on her toes to reach me. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Your father’s always telling us stories about you.”

“Nothing too bad I hope.” I pull away from Angela and look at Brie.

Brie smiles and laughs while looking up at me. Now that I’m mere inches away from her, I can see her much better. She’s stunning. Her baby blue dress is cut to expose her cleavage, and I can’t help but catch a glimpse of it. Her breasts are full and, from the looks of it, perky. Again, my mind wanders to me reaching over and pulling the small knot on the front of the dress, exposing them and grabbing them in my hands.

“I’m Brie,” she says softly and reaches up to hug me.

I have to lean down to hug her back since she’s so tiny, and I don’t want to let go. My hand falls on her lower back and grazes the top of her ass for just a second. I’m not sure if she gasped or if that’s just my imagination playing tricks on me. I try to reign in my thoughts as I hold her body against mine. She smells like roses and rain, and her skin is soft like suede. She’s intoxicating to me. All I want to do is pick her up and hold her tight against me, feeling and exploring every curve.

“You guys can just call me Benny,” I finally tell them, regretfully pulling away from my new stepsister.

“Let’s get a move on,” my father announces as he walks back to the car. “It’s a long drive back home.”

“I’m sure you want to get as far away from here as possible,” Brie says in her soft voice. A small laugh follows, and a smile lingers on her lips.

“You have no idea,” I reply as I hop in the backseat of the car.

I’ve been dreaming of the day I could leave this hell hole for four years. I couldn’t stomach another night of prison food, and seeing the same old, ugly face of my cellmate had grown tiresome too. Brie’s face is a more than welcome change of scenery.

She sits next to me during the car ride, mostly looking out the window and listening to music in her headphones. Every so often, I’d catch myself licking my lips and looking at her thick, creamy white thighs and imagining myself in between them, with her soft voice calling my name and begging me to please her.

You have to stop thinking like this. That’s your sister now.

Maybe having a woman beside me just feels new to me. That’s all it is. Maybe I just need work to occupy my mind, and everything will be normal after that. At least, that’s what I’m hoping for.

As much as I want to convince myself that’s the case, something’s telling me it’s not. There’s just something about Brie that feels different than other women. There’s something about her drawing me in.

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After an hour-long drive,we’re finally home. I’ve been looking forward to this homecoming, having a home-cooked meal, relaxing in a real bed, and taking a hot shower. It was surprising that the reporters weren’t outside of the prison, and I thought I’d caught a break. But seeing them outside of the gates of our house isn’t much of a surprise, either.

“Benito!” one reporter yells while they run alongside the car. “Do you have anything to say about why you were released so early? The rumors of a bribe?”

“Ignore them, son,” my father says over the raucous outside of our home.

The gates open when he clicks a button in his car, and he drives through. There are reporters chasing the car with cameras and microphones. One man rushes to my window and beats on the glass, but I turn and glare at him. He stops in his tracks.

I’d perfected my intimidating glare in prison. I spent all of my time alone, and I knew that anything I said would be used against me in some way. All of the other inmates knew that if they could get anything on me, they might get a lighter sentence themselves, so I kept my mouth shut and spent all of my time reading and working out. I can imagine how intimidating I must look to some people.

“I’m going to get dinner started,” Angela says as we all enter the house through the garage door. “Your father told me gnocchi is your favorite. I have an old family recipe from Scanno that you’ll love.”

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