Stepbrother Aflame (4 page)

She nods in understanding. “Why exactly are you here?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure it can be uncomplicated.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, tightly squeezing my eyes. “I got arrested.”

She bites the edge of her lip, but doesn’t flinch at my answer. “I heard something about that. How did that bring you here, though?”

“After I got arrested my mom called my dad, begging him to get me a lawyer that I didn’t fucking want. My dad called one of his friends he went to school with. They somehow made a plea deal. Basically I had to get my ass out of Cali for six months, get my shit together, and then the charges would be dropped.”

“So what did you do to get arrested?”

“I beat up a guy.”

“For what?”

“I walked in on him using my mom as a punching bag.” 

That was one of the worst days of my life. He had my mom cornered against the wall, his fist pounding into her cheek over and over again. My blood boiled. I wanted to kill the fucker. I grabbed him by his throat, threw him down on the ground, and beat the shit out of him. I would’ve killed him if the cops didn’t come in and stop me. The neighbor had called them because she heard yelling. 

“Oh … Then I don’t blame you,” she says, shocking me. I was sure when I told her she’d think I was a bad guy. “Drunken conversations are the best. You would’ve never told me that sober.”

I shrug. “I would’ve told you eventually.”

She snorts. “Yeah, right. You don’t like to talk about anything besides pussy.”

I throw my head back in laughter. “Oh sunshine, you’re already getting used to me.”

A smile itches at her lips for a second until she lets it out. “That means you trust me, though.”

“What?”

“You trust me enough to tell me that.”

The muscles in my neck convulse. I’m not ready for a serious conversation like this. I don’t like serious conversations.

“I guess that means I do,” I say, my voice low. “And I think you trust me, too. You like hanging out with me.”

I can feel the alcohol rising through my veins. I focus my eyes on her. She's feeling it, too. Something shifts and the air in the room gets hot.

My cock springs back to life when I notice the goose bumps pop up along her legs. Her thighs clench together. Her tongue dips between the seams of her lips. She wants me as bad as I want her.

She flinches when my hand cups her thighs, but doesn’t pull away. I twist her to the side, my hand inching up towards her heat, as she looks up at me with lust filled eyes. I’m ready to take her on this fucking couch.

Her breaths are caught in her throat. I scoot forward, fully ready to run my tongue in between her lips before I drive it into her mouth.

Her eyes flutter open, reality hitting her. Her palm smacks into my chest and she pulls away. “I have a boyfriend,” she whispers.

“Break up with him,” I say, my tone completely serious.

I’ve been drinking, but the thought of her dumping him makes me feel inflamed.   

“I can also smell perfume on your shirt.” Hurt is clear in her voice. I look down, feeling like the asshole that I am. “I’m not like that. I’m not
that
kind of girl, Zeth.”

I scrub my hands over my face. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Work on not being that kind of guy.”

“So, where’s the sexy stepbrother at?” My best friend, Savannah asks, jumping up from my bed as I finish tying my bikini top.

“He’s downstairs sleeping considering it’s eight in the morning,” I answer, pulling my hair up in a high bun. I feel nauseated from the tequila and thoughts of having to see Zeth after what happened last night. No matter what, it’s going to be awkward.

I almost kissed him. I wanted to kiss him. The guilt that I feel from that is sickening. I have a boyfriend. I love Cam; at least I think I do.

“Good thing we’re going downstairs, so I can check his ass out,” she says, skipping down the stairs¸ her black hair bobbing up and down. I inwardly groan. I don’t want her messing with Zeth. I don’t even want her meeting him, but I know there’s a chance because our basement leads out to the pool.

He’s passed out on the couch snoring when we get downstairs. I notice the bottle we were sipping on last night sitting on the table. I guess he doesn’t care if he gets busted with that.

Savannah tiptoes over to the couch and peeks over the back of it. “Holy shit,” she mouths, pointing to him. “That’s
him?”

I hold my finger to my lips. “You’re going to wake him up,” I whisper, running over to grab her arm and pull her away from him.

Her face lights up. “I want to wake him up so I can see more of him.”

I slap her arm. “Go outside. I’ll grab the towels and meet you there.”

“Fine,” she yells out. “If your step-brother just so happens to wake up, let him know he’s more than welcome to join us by the pool.”

I stop in my step and whip around to give her a dirty look.

“Will you be wearing bikinis?” I hear Zeth yell out in a husky voice.

“Damn straight,” Savannah chirps, clearly proud she woke him.

“Be there in five, ladies,” he replies.

I take short, slow steps to the spare bathroom where we store all of our beach towels. My stomach twists when I think about Savannah with Zeth. She’s going to try to sleep with him, and I’m sure she’ll succeed. I know he’s not mine and it’s wrong, but I don’t want Savannah to have him. I don’t want anyone else to have him.

“I like that suit,” Zeth says, startling me when I walk out. I’m greeted with his bare chest again and he’s wearing swimming trunks.

“Thanks,” I say, looking down at myself insecurely. “Oh, and look who’s checking out who now.” I give him a forced smile, trying to make light of the situation.

Hello awkwardness.

He grins, holding up his hands. His hair is rustled at the top, giving off the whole messy, bedhead look. “Busted and mistrusted,” he says. “But you can’t come out looking like that and expect me not to look. You’re body is fucking amazing, and that suit shows me every curve you’re working with.” His words seem to always set me on fire.

I didn’t want him to think I was a prude, so I chose the skimpiest black bikini I have. I’m not sure if I put it on because there was a chance that he was going to be seeing me in it, but I’ve never worn it around the house. I’ve only worn it once – spring break – where I knew my mom would never see it. But here I am, taking another risk because of him.

The top crisscrosses around my neck, making me look like I had more cleavage than I do, and the bottoms have peek-a-boo cutouts on the sides.

“Look about last night,” he begins.

“Don’t,” I blurt out, stopping him. “We were both drinking and nothing happened.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say nothing happened considering I know you would’ve been on my dick if you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t kiss guys who’ve already messed around with girls
earlier that night,
” I hiss. “Man whore.”

“Man whore,” he repeats slowly. “I’ve been called worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” I say, around a huff. I turn on my heel and walk away from him.

He follows me outside. I discreetly peek over my shoulder to see if he’s checking out my ass. And he is.

“Well … well,” Savannah says, getting up from her chair, her eyes glued to Zeth. “You seriously have one of the best bodies I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She looks at me. “I can’t believe you’re living with this and not jumping his bones.”

He winks at her. “Thanks, babe.”

At least he’s not complimenting her back, or tearing her bikini bottoms off and screwing her in front of me.

My nausea increases. Savannah is everything I’m not. She doesn’t even have to try to look sexy in her bright red bikini. She sits down and men are drawn straight to her. She’s exactly Zeth’s type.

I lay my towel across my chair and settle down. I watch Zeth jump into the pool. He comes back up and shakes off his wet hair.

Savannah looks at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Holy shit. You better be a good wing woman and make sure I get that sometime this summer, Add,” she says, not taking her eyes off of him.

Zeth falls down in the chair next to me before I have the chance to reply to her.

“God, it’s so hot out here,” Savannah says, rubbing tanning oil over her arms. She looks at him with expectation. I know this trick. She’s done it so many times in front of me. She wants him to offer to oil her up.

He surprisingly doesn’t say or offer anything to her.

“So, how long are you here for?” She asks him.

 I pretend I’m bored, studying my fingernails, and act like I’m not listening to their conversation.

“Not long. Six months,” he answers her.

“Why only six months?” She asks, a frown splitting across her tan face.

“Because that’s what the court order says.”

She pushes her chest out and bats her lashes. “Court order? I love me a bad boy.”

“So, you start working tomorrow?” I ask, quickly changing the subject before I throw everything in my stomach up.

Zeth nods. “Yep, they said I’ll either be running the golf cart beverages or serving beer behind the bar. They haven’t decided yet.”

“Looks like I’ll be taking up golf then,” Savannah says.

“Do you have a thing for her?” Savannah asks, climbing into Addison’s abandoned chair when she disappears into the house.

“What?” I ask.

“Addison, you keep staring at her like you want to rip her clothes off and fuck her right here.”

She seems like she’s jealous of Addison. No, I’m positive she’s green with envy, wanting Addison’s life. Something about this chick rubs me the wrong way.

“You clearly need your eyes checked, sweetheart.” I latch my hands behind my neck and rest my head in between them.

“You sure about that?” She pushes.

“Positive, she’s far from my type.”

She scoots in closer, like those words are the only weapons I need to get her to drop her panties. “Then what’s your type?”

“Not lost virginal puppies.”

I don’t know if Addison has told her friend about her broken virtue, but I’m not going to be the one to share it. If she wants everyone in the goddamn world to think her pussy has never been touched, that’s her business.

“Good news for you, then.”

“And what’s that?” I already know what she’s going to say.

“I’m exactly your type.”
Bingo. I was right.
“I’m definitely not a virgin and more than willingly to screw on a first date.”

I raise a brow. Easy chicks are so predictable. “Oh really? Then you’re definitely my type.”

“So when are you taking me out?”

I don’t want to take this chick out. The only thing I’d prefer to do with her is drag her to my bedroom, push her down on her knees, and shove my cock in her mouth. That’s it. She seems too needy and annoying for me. She’s the type of girl that would call twenty-five times the next day and then stick my cat in the microwave if I don’t answer.

“We’re going on a double date,” she calls out when Addison comes back with drinks. I want to strangle this damn chick. The only thing she’s got going for her is she might get my mind off wanting to see my stepsister naked. I can take all of my sexual frustrations out on her.

The can in Addison’s hand drops. I reach out quickly to save it before it smacks onto the ground.

“What?” She asks.

“Zeth asked me out,” Savannah lies, snatching a can from Addison’s hand. “I think we should all go out on a double date.”

Addison glances over at me in question, like she doesn’t believe her best friend.

“Sounds like a damn blast,” I say, clapping my hands together.

“Yeah, I mean, whatever,” Addison mutters, clearly as excited as I am. “Let me know when and I’ll see if Cam is up for it.”

Savannah gets up and wraps her lanky arms around my waist. Her hand feathers over my cock briefly and then rests on my stomach. “This weekend you’re all mine.”

***

I’m relaxing on the couch, exhausted from having to fight Savannah’s wandering hands away from my cock all day long. I never thought I’d complain about a chick wanting my dick, but the chick is relentless.

I look down at the caller ID when my phone rings.

“Hey fucker, what’s been going on?” I say into the speaker.

“Same shit, different day,” Kelton says on the other end. “How’s the East Coast?”

“As sucky as we thought it would be,” I answer.

“And the East Coast pussy?”

I scratch my cheek. “Now that’s not as bad as we thought it would be.”

Kelton is my best friend – has been since we were ten. Him and my mom are the only people who’ve always had my back. Kelton was the son of a drug addict mother and he never met his father. He was in the system when I met him and stayed at my house almost every night because his foster parents were assholes. He’s like my brother.

He roars in laughter. “Alright! I’m trying to save up some dough to get out there and see you.”

“You don’t have to do that. You need to save every dollar you have.”

He has a three-year-old daughter, Rose. I remember when he first came to me, scared shitless about becoming a dad at seventeen. But he shifted into fatherhood well. I felt so honored when he asked me to be her godfather. I love that little runt to death.

Her mom practically dumped her on Kelton after she was born and only comes around when it’s convenient for her. She even tried to take him to court for child support when he’s the one who has her ninety-percent of the time. They talk about dead-beat dad’s like it’s nothing, but there’s deadbeat moms, too. Rose’s mom is definitely one of them.

“Nah, I’ve been telling Rose we’re coming to visit you soon. She’s excited as hell. She misses her Uncle Zeth.”

“Give her a kiss for me and tell her I can’t wait until she comes.”

“How’s your dad treating you?”

“Like I’m the bastard child,” I say, honestly.

“And his new wifey? Is she an evil-stepmom?”

“Holy roller. She thinks everything is evil. I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to do an exorcism on my ass. Her daughter isn’t too bad, though. A little uptight, but she’s cool.” I instantly regret bringing Addison up. I know how much fun he’s going to have with this.

“
Her daughter?”
He asks, and I can sense his excitement. “How old is she?”

I cringe. I should lie so he’ll get off my ass. “Eighteen.”

“Fuck man, she has a grown ass daughter and you’re now just telling me this? Is she hot? Bangable? Willing to give it up when I come visit?”

“She’s alright, and I doubt that’s going to happen.”

He catches onto my tone. “Alright, huh? Please tell me you’ve hit that shit. That would piss your dad off and that would be fucking great.”

“Nope, my dick hasn’t been anywhere near her.”

“But do you want it to?”

“Nah, she’s off limits,” I say, clearing my throat.

“Holy hell, you’re falling for your step-sister. I’m not sure if that’s fucked up or hot as hell.”

“You’re wrong,” I answer, not sure how true that is.

I’m not falling for her. I can’t be. I just want to get into her sweet little panties, get a taste of something innocent. Even the girl I lost my virginity to wasn’t a virgin. I was fourteen and she was eighteen.

“So you don’t think she’s attractive?” He asks, skeptically.

“Of course she’s attractive, but I’m not going to fuck every female I find attractive.”

“Newsflash to me.” He’s still laughing. “At least admit she’s attractive enough to fuck, man. Let me have some fun with this.”

“No I don’t want to fuck her. I walked in on her boyfriend railing her on the couch and it looked like it was some step-by-step instruction video. I’m not into proper prudes in the bedroom.”

“You walked in on her getting screwed? This is too good. I’m definitely coming out there.”

All of a sudden I hear a loud gasp come out from behind me. I feel like I’ve been smacked in the face when I turn around and see Addison. Her face is flushed, almost red, and she’s biting on the edge of her lip.

“Gotta go,” I say quickly into the phone, hanging up on him.

“I take it that call was about me?” She asks, looking downward.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” I ask, stupidly.

She looks at me in disbelief. Her feet stomp against the floor when she steps around the couch to look at me. “Nope.”

I rub the back of my neck, kneading my fingers into my skin. “It wasn’t meant to sound like that.”

“Like what?” She crosses her arms across her chest and sucks her cheeks in. “Because it seemed pretty clear that you were bashing me to your friend. I’m stuck up and a prude in the bedroom? You know nothing about me
or
my sex life.”

“I know you looked bored out of your mind,” I say, raising my voice. “You looked like you’d rather be doing Calculus homework then having sex with him. Is that your fault or his?”

I get up, ready to explain myself, or try to. She moves away from me. “Again, you know nothing about me or my sex life, jackass,” she says, angrily. “Nor will you ever.”

She turns around without giving me a chance to fight my case, leaving me feeling like an asshole again. Me and my big fat fucking mouth.