Free Picture Perfect by Evangeline Anderson Page B

love.

    There was a yearning expression on Kurt’s face in every photograph. And there was pain in his piercing eyes -- the same pain I felt myself, I realized. The pain of loving someone you knew you could never, ever have, even if it broke your heart and ruined your life to deny them.

    Suddenly, I was mad. Why couldn’t we have each other? I asked myself. Why should we care what our parents said or worry about how society would see us? After all, there was no real blood relation between us. It wasn’t like we were kissing cousins who had met at the annual family reunion -- we were just unlucky enough to be related by marriage. If we had met first instead of our parents, would it have stopped them from getting together? Knowing my mom and how she liked to have her own way, I seriously doubted it. So then, why should the fact that she had found Kurt’s dad before I found Kurt affect my life so much and make me so miserable? It wasn’t fair!

    Finally, I knew what I had to do. I was going to get Kurt back in my life if it killed me. And as a hell of a lot more than a big brother, too. That was why we had nothing to say to each other lately -- it was because the tepid, proscribed relationship that we used to have no longer satisfied either one of us. We needed more and I didn’t care if our parents freaked out -- I was determined to get it.

    The only problem I could see would be convincing Kurt. He was such a straightforward, honorable kind of guy that I knew putting the issue to him plainly would never work. He would have to be brought around gradually, shown that we belonged together no matter what the world or our parents said. And I would need to convince him with actions, rather than words. Luckily, the pictures Lisa had sent me had given me an idea.

    I sat cross-legged on my bed, and began sorting through the photos and developing a plan.

Chapter Nine

    “You in here, Mel?” Kurt’s deep voice at the doorway to my room made me turn in surprise, even though I had been expecting him.
    “Hi, Kurt. Come on in,” I said casually, turning back to the mirror as I adjusted my bathing suit. “In fact, would you mind tying me up?” I held out the two long strings that attached to my tiny green microbikini with one hand and brushed my long hair aside with the other. “I thought I’d go swimming down at the pool in Seminole Heights,” I said, smiling at him in the mirror.

    “Yeah, I know,” he said as he stalked up behind me and took the strings to my suit in his large hands. “Your mom and my dad are in Sarasota today, so she asked me to go with you. She was worried about you going to that part of town alone.” He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a faded black T-shirt that clung lovingly to his muscular torso. Just the sight of him made my mouth water.

    “She worries too much,” I said, shaking my head. The feel of his warm fingertips brushing against the back of my neck made me shiver with desire, but I tried not to show it.

    “Frankly, I have to agree with her,” Kurt growled, frowning. “I don’t think you should go out of the house in that thing, let alone to a public pool.”

    “But it’s my new bathing suit,” I said innocently. “Don’t you like it?” To be honest, I admitted as I admired my reflection in the mirror, there was hardly anything there to like. The top of the suit consisted of two tiny, quarter-sized, emerald green patches that barely covered my nipples, leaving the dusky pink rings of my areolas and the rounded curves of my full breasts bare. The bottom was even more revealing. It was simply an emerald green string about the width of my pinky that curved around my hips and bisected the curve of my abdomen. I’d had to shave off my little thatch of red curls in order to wear it, and I felt deliciously bare as Kurt’s eyes wandered over my mound to where the tiny string parted my naked pussy lips and disappeared into the folds of my cunt.

    “Damn it, Mel,” he