Stepbrother Aflame (3 page)

I nod. “Damn straight.”

I don’t like talking about my personal problems. I don’t want people thinking I have daddy issues – because I sure as hell don’t. I could care less about my dad not being in my life.

She eyes my empty plate. “I don’t understand how you can eat all of that and have your body.”

I look at her in full cockiness and her face shades with embarrassment. “My body? Have you been spying on me behind closed doors? Do I need to start checking my closet for you before I undress?”

An annoyed expression crosses her face. “No, idiot. You decided to grace me with your naked chest last night, remember?”

“Ah … I forgot about that. Did you like what you saw?”

“Obviously,” she snorts. “Your body is crazy perfect. It’s like your stomach is filled with ridges and valleys of muscle. It’s ridiculous.”

I grin at the compliment. Since I eat like shit, I work out like crazy. I joined a kickboxing gym with my best friend, Kelton, to make sure I stay in shape.

“You’ve seen mine, I think it’s only fair I see yours,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

She bites the edge of a fry and gives me an annoyed look. “Not happening, homeboy. I wish I could eat like shit and still look good.”

I scowl at her. “What the fuck are you talking about? Your body is sexy as fuck.”

Usually when girls bitch about their bodies, it pisses me off because I know they’re fishing for compliments. But I have a feeling Addison is being one hundred percent serious. She’s self-conscious and she has no fucking reason to be.

“It’s good to have a curvy body, to look like a woman. Those boobs and that ass, those are good fucking things. If any man tells you different, stay the fuck away from them because they’re fucking crazy.”

***

“I’m telling you this isn’t a good idea,” I say, looking at the brick building from her car.

The country club is bigger than I thought it would be. They don’t have this kind of shit in my neighborhood. There’s a pool in the back and I notice kids running around. Women are lying out with big ass hats on their heads and drinks in their hands.

“Quit being a pansy,” Addison says, shutting off her car. “I’ll come in with you and hold your hand.”

I shake my head and she can’t hold back her smile. “I see you do have a little smart mouth on you.” I’ve actually had fun hanging out with her today.

“It’s not about me being a pussy,” I go on. “It’s about me not wanting to be around arrogant bastards like Leonard. I don’t want to get arrested.”

“Has anyone suggested you work on your anger management skills?”

I shake my head. “A few times, yes.”

“I see you took their advice,” she says, getting out of the car. “If you need bail money, give me a call. I’m a trust fund kid who doesn’t pay for anything and gets money handed to her.” I sense the edginess in her voice.

“Sounds good, thanks.”

“Oh, and this trust fun kid charges a twenty percent interest rate, too. So I’d keep your mean ass out of trouble if I were you.”

***

 “Addison said you filled out an application at the country club today,” Melinda says.

Dinner is spaghetti with
no
bread. Who the fuck eats spaghetti without garlic bread? I guess Addison isn’t the only one on some bullshit diet.

“What?” My dad asks, nearly choking on his red wine. “You applied for a job at
my
country club?”

“I wasn’t aware you owned it,” I say, sarcastically. I grin when I notice the fire light up in his eyes. “And the good news is that I got it.”

They were surprisingly pretty cool. I’m sure it helped that Addison was up their ass to give me a job, too. I guess the girl has some pull around there.

“You’re going to call them and tell them you made another choice,” Leonard says. “You’re going to decline.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening. The faster I make money, the sooner I’m out of here.”

“I will not be embarrassed by you.”

“Leonard,” Addison whispers, while Melinda looks at him in shock. I’m sure he’s never acted like the jackass he is in front of them. They’ve never seen the real Leonard Issacson, the man who walked out on his girlfriend because she inconveniently got knocked up with his child.

 “What do you have to be embarrassed about?” I question. “That I’m your bastard son? Or that I look different than all of you people?”

“You act like a disrespectful prick, that’s why.”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” He scoffs. “I’ll only work there a few months, save money, and get the hell out of here. Isn’t that what you want?”

He wipes his mouth. “That’s exactly what I want.”

“You’re getting me in trouble, princess.”

Zeth’s voice startles me and I almost drop my bottle of fingernail polish. I haven’t talked to him since our job-hunting trip yesterday. After dinner, I went straight to my bedroom and didn’t come out for the rest of the night.

I called Cam, who’s been moody lately. He said his parents have been on his ass to get his shit together and be more responsible. I don’t blame them. He thinks hanging out with his friends and drinking all day like some frat boy are his biggest priorities.

“Pink, nice color,” he says, gesturing to my toes. He falls down on the opposite end of the couch and looks at me.

“Thanks … so why am I getting you into trouble? I think you do a good job of that yourself. You don’t need my help.”

“You’re talking me into shit I’d never do. I applied for a job at a country club for fuck sakes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m helping you make money,” I say, and he laughs. “You should be thanking me, not calling me a trouble maker.”

“That’s what I’m doing, I’m thanking you. I know they wouldn’t have hired me if it wasn’t for you.”

“You’re going to take the job, right? It would be stupid to turn it down.”

“I’m taking it. It’s honestly the last place I ever thought I’d work, but it pays the most. I need money and I need it fast.”

“When do you start?”

“On Monday.”

“I can’t believe your dad made such a big deal about it. He’s usually cool and easygoing.”

He stretches out his arm and rests it along the back of the couch. “That’s because he likes you.”

“He likes you, too. You’re his son,” I point out.

“The fact that you share the same blood with someone doesn’t mean you have to love them or even like them. Blood and family doesn’t mean shit to a lot of people.”

“Well, that’s sad.” I feel bad for him. I can’t imagine not having a parent’s love, to constantly feel rejected.

“Life can be sad.”

I start adding my topcoat. “Any plans for tonight?”

He shrugs. “Not sure, I was thinking about going out.”

“Going out?” I ask. “You don’t know anyone around here.”

He chuckles, shaking his head at me. “It’s easy to make friends in bars on a Friday night, sweetheart.” I scrunch up my face, feeling stupid. Of course, that’s how people date half the time now, anyways. He’s going to go out and pick up some beautiful girl. I just hope he doesn’t try to bring her here.

 “What about you? Any big plans?” He asks.

“Dinner and a movie with Cam,” I answer, looking away from him.

I’m embarrassed of how incredibly lame that sounds. It’s so typical. That’s the only thing we do. We go to dinner, a movie, or watch TV in the basement. We don’t go anywhere exciting – just like how we have sex.

“Let me know if you need some privacy later. I’ll wait until you guys are done fucking on the couch so I don’t interrupt again.”

“We won’t be
fucking
on the couch,” I correct.

I won’t be having sex with Cam down here until Zeth moves out. I can’t risk him walking in on us again. I’m not going to take the chance of him seeing how incredibly lame of a screw I am. I’m sure Cam will bitch about it, but he’s going to have to get over it.

He bites the edge of his lip, grinning smugly. “Does it feel good to say that?”

“To say what?”

“Fucking.” I look at him with confusion. “I’m sure that dirty word doesn’t slip through those pretty pink lips very often.”

“You don’t know that. Quit thinking I’m this lame, sheltered freak whose mouth will burst into flames if she says something bad.”

“Then prove it to me.”

“Fucking,” I blurt out

“Say it again,” he says, challenging.

“Fucking.”

I grin. Obviously this isn’t the first time I’ve cursed. I do it all the time, but I feel like I’m proving him wrong. I want him to know I’m not the girl he thinks I am.

He taps my head and raises himself up. “That’s a nice start. See, I knew I’d start corrupting your innocent ass.”

I’m finger fucking a girl in the backseat of Addison’s car. She let me borrow it for the night, but I’m sure she wouldn’t have offered it up if she knew I was planning on getting laid in it.

The chick moans, crushing her hips against my hand, pleading for more. I add another finger, feeling her juices drip down each one. Her name is Kelly, Kyla, something that starts with a K. I don’t remember and I don’t care to. She’s hot as fuck, and was willing to jump in the backseat after only talking for five minutes in the small bar I found a few miles from my dad’s place.

I pick up my pace, driving three fingers in and out of her wet folds, and I feel her pussy start to clench around my fingertips. Loud moans blast from her throat as she explodes.

The sound of my zipper going down echoes around the car, and she doesn’t waste anytime before wrapping her full lips around my cock. Her mouth is hungry, taking my cock deep in her throat. She settles her head above my lap, giving me the perfect angle to knot up her hair in my fingers and guide her to how I want it.

She’s got fucking skills. She’s using her tongue in all of the right ways – curling it around the tip, licking down my erection, and cupping my balls. I shut my eyes and tilt my head back in pleasure. It’s been a minute since I got my dick sucked – since I moved here.

I take in deep breaths when I realize I have a problem. Not a problem with my cock, but a problem with my mind. Instead of this K chick’s mouth, I’m imagining it’s someone else’s. I’m fantasizing that it’s the girl’s mouth that owns this car. I envision those hot pink lips sucking my cock dry. 

I shake my head, trying to rid my thoughts of her, and tighten my hold on K’s curly strands. I pump my hips up, losing control. It’s because Addison is off limits, because she’s a challenge, that’s why I want her so fucking bad.

It’s not attraction. It’s not lust. It’s a challenge.

My chest shudders as I bust in the girl’s mouth, my thoughts still on Addison. She licks my cock up and down one last time, lapping up any extra cum like she’s starving for it.

“Thanks babe,” I say, releasing her hair so she can rise up.  

“Want to go back to my place?” She asks, wiping her mouth. She bites the corner of her lip, waiting for me to answer. She’s hot as fuck. Her blonde hair is the perfect length to grip while fucking her from behind. Her black top is showing me everything she has to work with. I lick my lips, remembering how I was sucking on her tits earlier.

I pull up my pants and buckle them. “Maybe another time,” I reply, the words coming out of my mouth before I have a chance to think. What the fuck? I need some pussy, why am I saying no?

She roams her hand back over my cock, rubbing me slowly. I can feel myself getting excited again. “Why not tonight? I only live a few miles away.”

“I got you off, you got me off. I think it’s time we call it a night.”

“Okay then, let me give you my number.” She recites her digits and I pretend to punch the numbers in my phone. She opens her purse and pulls out her phone.
Shit.
“And give me yours so I know who’ll be calling.”

The whole
give me your number because I don’t answer unknown callers
is the best line to get people’s numbers. Sometimes I give them Kelton’s number and he gets shitty at me. Sometimes I give them the sex addict’s hotline number. I don’t do dating. I fuck, that’s it.

I ruffle my hands through her soft curls. “I was kidding, babe. This was fun. Your dick sucking skills are out of this world, but it’s not going any further than this. I’m not from here. I’m only visiting.”

Her face falls. “I wish you would’ve told me that before you had me sucking your dick in the backseat of some car.”

“You didn’t ask.”

I wince at the sting of her hand connecting with my cheek before she climbs out of the car. I laugh; leaning back against the seat, and my stomach slowly starts to churn. I look around, wondering if Cam has ever fucked Addison here. I shake the thought away, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach, and jump back in the front seat.

I make a pit stop at the gas station before going home to fill her tank up and wipe down the backseat. I slow down when I reach the front of the house, and notice only one light on upstairs. The garage door opens and I shut the car off when I make it in. I pull my phone from my pocket and scroll down until I see her name.

Me:
You naked in the basement?

I didn’t notice Cam’s car outside, but I need a conversation starter. I grin when my phone beeps a second later. 

Addison:
Coast is clear, jackass.

Me:
Damnit, I wanted to see your naked ass. Douchebag boyfriend there?

It’s an asshole move to text her after I was just fucking around with another girl in her backseat, but I can’t help it.

Addison:
He went home a few hours ago.

I get out and jog down the stairs to find the basement empty.   

Me:
Where you at?

Addison:
In my bedroom.

Me:
Am I allowed in there?

Addison:
Nope.

I frown. Well fuck, there goes that idea.

Me:
I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight.

I set my phone down when I make it into my room. I drag my shirt over my head and throw it on the floor. My phone beeps at the same time I start to unbutton my jeans.

Addison:
But I can come down there.

Me:
Then hurry your ass up.

I head into the living room without bothering to put my shirt back on. I collapse onto the couch and turn on the TV, flipping through the channels for something decent to watch while I wait for her. 

“Hey,” she says, shyly. 

“Hey back,” I reply. “Now sit your ass down.”

I take her in as she comes closer. She’s in her pajamas, a tight black tank top and shorts covered in polka dots. I know if she turns around I’ll definitely be getting a show of the bottom of her ass cheeks. My dick is aching to see this girl naked and fuck her. I check her out, focusing on her toned legs, and lick my lips in hunger.

 “Did you lose your t-shirt or something?” She asks, her eyes blazing down on my bare chest. I want her to drink me up, get turned on, and let me have a piece of her. If I have to walk around with my chest out every goddamn day, I’ll do it until she gives it up.  

“I figured I’d give you something good to look at since you don’t get it with your boyfriend.” She rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, and thanks for letting me use your car.”

She gives me an innocent smile and sits down. “No problem. Did you have fun tonight?”

“It was alright.” I’m sure as fuck not going to be sharing how I had my hand deep in a girl’s pussy.

Her nose scrunches up. “I can smell alcohol on your breath. You drove my car while drunk?”

“I’m definitely not drunk, babe
.
I had two beers.”

“So you drank and drove?”

“Two beers is nothing.”

“But I trusted you.” She’s not angry. She looks more disappointed than anything.

“I’m sorry.” I feel bad for letting her down. “But really, two beers is nothing. It doesn’t affect me one bit.”

“Everyone says that until they kill a family or something.”

“Does two beers get you wasted?”

She sticks out her tongue in disgust. I want to lean forward and taste it. “I wouldn’t know. Beer is pretty much the nastiest thing on this Earth.”

“So you don’t drink?”

“I’ve had wine and … stuff.”

“Stuff?” I ask, curiously. I’m ready to see more of the bad girl come out.

Her eyes don’t meet mine. “Champagne, vodka, tequila,” she rambles off.

“And you keep getting more and more fun.” I tap her on the forehead and jump up from the couch.

“Where are you going?” She asks.

“Be right back.”

I rush into my bedroom to grab the bottle from my bedside drawer and head back into the living room.

She holds her hands up when she sees the bottle and shakes her head.  “Oh no, that’s not happening.”

I hold up the full bottle of tequila. “Oh, it’s happening, sunshine. You,” I point the bottle towards her. “And me,” I point towards myself, “are about to have some fucking fun.”

“There’s no way I’m drinking with you right now. Our parents can wake up at any time,” she hisses.

“That’s the fun part, the whole
I could get busted
gives you an even bigger buzz. Plus, I don’t think they ever even come down here.”

She fakes a yawn and stretches her arms out above her. “I’m actually feeling pretty tired.”

I grab her arm when she gets up to leave. “Nu uh, princess.”

She plops back down. “Fine, but I’m not drinking.”

I screw off the cap and take a long drawl from the bottle. It stings as it goes down, but it tastes like heaven.  I try to hand the bottle to her but she shakes her head. “Fine, more for me then. But I thought you’d want to shed your doormat image …”

“I’m not a doormat,” she snaps.

“You are so a doormat.”

She stares at me in contemplation. I know I’m basically the definition of peer pressure right now, but I want to see her let loose. I want to see her throw out all of her inhibitions, show me the real her.

Liquid splashes against my arm when she snatches the bottle from my hand. She wraps her plump lips around the rim and takes a drink. I watch her face as she swallows it down, and it shows full distaste. She pulls the bottle away, inhales a deep breath and then gulps down another drawl.  

“Damn girl,” I say, slowly pulling the bottle away from her.

“What? You said to show you I’m not a doormat.
Let loose a little princess,
” she says, mocking my voice.

“I said get a little loose, not take a trip to the emergency room, killer.”

She shrugs, a giant grin on her face. “So now I’m feeling a buzz, you happy?”

“The better question is are you happy?”

“I guess,” she chirps. She leans back and starts to get comfortable. “So are we watching a movie or something?”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“I’ll do whatever you want to do.”

I raise my brows. “Whatever I want to do …”

She scoots in closer to shove my chest. “We’re not having sex.”

“Is that the only stipulation? Because I can find plenty of fun things to do with you that aren’t necessarily sex. I can use my tongue …”

She shoves me again. “Or anything sexual.”

I frown. “You always take away all of the fun.”

She hikes her leg up on the coffee table. I can feel my dick pulsating. Fuck, what I’d do to lick her from her ankle up to her thigh.

 “I wonder if it counts against the rules if we’re down here after midnight considering we both live here,” she says, completely oblivious that I haven’t taken my eyes off of her leg. My cock starts to swell up.

I take a deep breath. “Fuck the rules.”

“You can’t say fuck the rules,” she whispers, a small giggle escaping her.

“I can say whatever the fuck I want. And so can you.”

“I can as soon as I get out of here.” She holds up three fingers. “Three months.”

“And you’ll be leaving for school?”

She nods, anchoring a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yep. Columbia.”

“Why there?”

“Why not there? It’s Ivy League.”

“That’s your only reason? Sounds pretty superficial to me.”

“Quit ruining my high. I want to be a pediatrician and that’s where I’m going to get the best education to help people. It’s not superficial. It’s me wanting to be great at my profession. The more I know, the better I can help people.”

“I like that. You got heart.” I feel bad for wanting to seduce her for a second, but that quickly goes away when my eyes travel back to her thighs. 

“What about you? Are you in school?” She asks.

“Nope.”

“So what do you do?”

“I worked at a tattoo shop in Cali, but that’s about it. School is not for me.”

She tilts her head to the side, like she’s examining me. “Why isn’t it for you?”

“First it costs a shitload of money, which I don’t have much of. Second, I’m not planning on being a doctor or anything, so it’s a waste to go.”

I graduated high school and then immediately started working. College was never in the plans for me. I worked a few low paying jobs and then got into tattooing. I was finally starting to make money before I got arrested.