Stepbrother Aflame (6 page)

I swallow hard when Zeth comes walking into the kitchen wearing his work uniform. My knees start to feel wobbly. I’ve never seen him wearing it before. I’d be hanging out at the country club a lot more if I knew he looked that good in it. No wonder Savannah can’t shut the hell up about her date with him this weekend. Apparently, he’s the new hot commodity around there.

“Hey,” he says, awkwardly, when he notices me standing behind the kitchen island.

All of my blood rushes straight between my legs when he starts to unbutton his work shirt. I catch my breath, my eyes glued to him as he pulls it off his arms, and reveals his hard chest. I know I’ve seen it plenty of times now, but it never gets old.

I knead the cookie dough in my hand and rip of pieces of it roughly. I take short, calming breaths, trying to keep myself from jumping on him like a cat in heat. I sigh, my stomach falling, when he grabs a t-shirt from his bag and takes away my mouth-watering view.

I should be ashamed that I’m eyeing him like this, but I can’t help it.

“Hey,” I say, stuttering at first. “Did you just get back from work?”

Okay, that was a stupid question considering he was in his work uniform.

“Sure did,” he answers.

“Did Cam give you any more shit?”

He shoves his work shirt in his bag and tosses it on the table. “That jackass has a little Chihuahua mouth on him. I want to swat him away like the gnat he is. In all seriousness, you need to re-think your relationship and kick his ass to the curb. You’re too good for him.”

I look at him curiously. “Have you ever even been in a relationship?” I question.

He looks at me strangely, like I’ve just grown another head right here in front of him. “A dating relationship?”

“Yes, a dating relationship,” I clarify, throwing my hand out.

He shrugs his shoulders, giving me a boyish grin. “Sure I have.”

“Oh really?” I can tell he’s lying.

“When I was in first grade, there was this chick named Bethany. She had the most perfect little blonde pigtails. We chased each other around on the playground and gave each other cooties.”

He laughs when I pick up a towel and throw it at him. “Very funny. Someone who’s never been in a relationship isn’t in the position to criticize other people’s.”

He takes a step towards me, stopping at the other side of the island. “I understand your boyfriend is a fucking douche bag who ditches you to go party. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that shit out, princess.”

“He wasn’t partying, and I told him that I’d rather be left alone. It can get awfully boring sitting in the dark.”
But he did it for me.

My heart starts to thump against my chest when he comes around the island and stops at my side. I feel the warmth of his shoulder hitting mine.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, bumping his waist against mine, and looking down at me with concern. His hand reaches out and he runs it down my hair.

I nod, looking away from him. “I am, and thanks again.”

I still feel a little exhausted, but I’m getting my energy back up.

I shiver when his hand roams along my shoulder. “No problem.” He gestures to the mess in front of me. “What you got going on here?”

I play with the dough in my hands. I have a hot mess going on. After I got out of the shower, I decided I needed something to take my mind off everything. I’d called Cam earlier this morning and asked him if he wanted to come over and hang out. He said no, he was hanging out with his friend, Freddy today. Which pissed me off and led to an argument.

“I’m making cookies. Want to help?” I ask, looking over at him.

“Sure. I can’t promise I won’t fuck some shit up.” He wipes his hands together. “What kind of cookies are we baking up in here, Paula Dean?”

“Chocolate chip and peanut butter.”

“Since I’m giving you my assistance, that means you’re giving me half, right?”

I fake an annoyed groan. “Fine, you can have half.”

He snatches the dough from my hand and starts playing with it. “I know you’re going to think this sounds like bullshit, but I really am sorry about what I said about you.”

I gulp. I don’t want to have this conversation. I’d rather we act like it never happened.

“It’s fine. I can’t be mad for what you think about me. It’s your opinion, and you’re free to express it to whoever.”

My response sounds like total bullshit. I can tell he thinks the same thing.

“That’s not what I think about you.”

“Let’s just drop it,” I ask, my voice low. The last thing I need is to get another migraine.

He nods his head. “Got it. Now on to the cookie making.”

We get started rolling out the dough, mixing together all of the ingredients. He makes it a mission that my entire face is covered with flour by the time we’re finished. I put the timer on the oven and he slides them on the top rack.

He grabs a can from the fridge, pops it open, and leans back, his lady-killer green eyes focusing on me.

“Where’s your dad at?” He asks, crossing his arms.

His personal question catches me off guard. My eyes flicker away from him and my stomach starts to sink.

“He died when I was ten,” I answer, the words hurting as they come out.

I don’t like to talk about my dad. When he died, my entire world came crashing down. The man who allowed me to be his shadow, following him around everywhere he went, and who had tea parties with me and my fifteen dolls was gone. That part of me was gone.

“I’m sorry.” He scoots in closer. “How did it happen?”

“He was a firefighter. He died on a run.”

“Does that piss you off?” He asks. “Does that make you angry that he died because he was helping other people live?”

“It did at first. I hated everyone in the department, wouldn’t even talk to them at his funeral, but I’ve come to the realization that no one could’ve stopped it. That’s what my dad wanted to do. He wanted to save lives and he did. Unfortunately, he couldn’t save his own.”

I don’t realize a tear is trailing down my cheek until the warmth of his thumb tingles across my skin. He swipes the sadness from my face. My heart beats like a drum, sending vibrations through my body, when his thumb slides from my cheek to the top of my lip, tracing it slowly.

It’s back.  The hammering that coursed through me when we were on the couch that night has come back to life. My stomach flutters with anticipation and fear. I can’t move away from him. I lean forward, my eyes slowly shutting. We’re inches apart.

This is going to happen. It shouldn’t, but I can’t hold back.

I jump, yelping loudly, when the oven timer starts ringing, startling me.

Saved by the bell.

My eyes shoot open, noticing his become dark and hooded.

He scratches his head. “I need to hit the shower,” he says, disappointment etched on his face.

He turns around and leaves the room before I have the chance to stop him – to tell him I’m not sure what I’m feeling, but there’s something happening between us.

To say I’m not thrilled about this date is an understatement. I’d rather sit at home and jerk myself than do this. The only reason I’m not bailing is because this is an opportunity to hang out with Addison. She’s been distant since what happened in the kitchen – when I was about to shove my tongue down her throat and take her right there against the counter.

She wants me, I’m sure of it. She’s trying to fight her desire and keep her good girl image up. I know if I break her, if I get into her panties, I’m done for. That’s the one trigger to get my ass kicked out of here.

It’s fucked up I want to spend time with my stepsister. It’s even more fucked up that I was thinking about her when I was jacking off in the shower this morning. I can’t help it.

I set an image in my mind as I stroked myself, a curvy, voluptuous swimsuit model, but by the time I was ready to bust my imagination took a turn. The model’s face turned into Addison’s. Her tits became Addison’s and the mouth around my cock was her sweet pink ones.

There’s something about her that’s overtaking me. I can’t stop thinking about her.

I snap the buttons on my shirt and sit on the edge of my bed. She has a boyfriend. I need to get her out of my head, out of my system.

“Hey there, handsome,” Savannah says, standing in my doorway.

This chick might be the ticket to my new state of mind. If she doesn’t annoy the shit out of me tonight, I might fuck her until I can clear my head.

Her red dress is so tight I’m not sure how she even managed to get it on. I blink a few times, focusing my eyes on her tits, and I know she’s going to have a nip slip tonight – which I’m positive is intentional. It will also be intentional that she suggests I wrap my tongue around her nipple and ram my cock inside of her.

She saunters into my room, her long legs on full display, and grabs my hand to pull me into the living room. I grunt when I’m pushed down on the couch. My eyes fix on her as she climbs onto my lap. She grinds against my dick. I can’t help but get hard when I realize she’s not wearing any panties.

“I’ve been excited about this date all week,” she says, into my ear. “I can’t wait for you to fuck my brains out.”

I’m positive she’s not as exciting in the sack as she’s trying to lead on, but if I get wasted enough, she’ll do.

“Fuck, Savannah. Can’t you wait until after he buys you dinner before you give it up? Have some respect for yourself.”

Both of our heads turn to find Savannah and Cam standing a few feet away from us.

“Cam,” Addison yells, smacking his arm for his asshole comment. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

All eyes turn to me. Savannah is waiting for me to come to her defense, which isn’t going to happen. I’m not about to defend her with Addison standing right there. She’s already looking at me like I’m scum for letting her friend dry hump me. Cam looks like he wants to rip a knife across my throat. I guess he’s still not over the other day.

This is going to be a blast.

“Screw you, Cam,” Savannah says, shooting him a dirty look.

I tap her thigh, telling her to get off my lap, and she does as she’s told. I breathe in a rush of air when I look at Addison. She looks hot as fuck.

Her hair is pulled away from her face, a few tendrils falling around her ears. Her dress is black, crossing across her neck with slits on the side, and hitting her only a few inches above her knees.

My dick gets harder looking at her than it did when Savannah was hopping on it, ready to ride me.

Cam clears his throat. There’s no mistaken that I’m checking out his girl. “You guys ready to go?” He asks. “I’m not about to miss our reservation because Savannah needs her pussy stroked.”

***

The place we go to is too fucking fancy for my taste. A cheeseburger is twenty-five dollars. Thank God I got decent tips last night or Savannah’s ass would be in the kitchen helping me wash dishes to pay for our bill. I briefly considered making her pay for her own. I don’t want to be here. I didn’t want to take her on this date, but I know that will make me look like a cheap, inconsiderate bastard.

The meal is awkward, of course. No one seems comfortable. Savannah can’t keep her hands off my dick. Cam keeps saying the stupidest shit, and Addison is surprisingly not saying anything.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Savannah says, throwing her napkin down on the table. She grabs her purse and gets up.

“You want me to go with you?” Addison asks from across the table, scooting her chair out.

I’ll never understand the whole girls have to go to the restroom in a group thing. The last thing I want to do is schedule bathroom breaks at the urinals with my boys.

 “It’s fine, girl. Eat and I’ll be right back,” Savannah answers, signaling for her to stay put.

A minute later, Cam’s phone buzzes. He stares at his screen a few seconds, his eyes widening. “I’ll be right back. This is my dad. It’s important.” I look away as his lips brush against Addison’s cheek and he walks away from the table.

“I guess that leaves the two of us,” I say, lifting up my drink to cheers her. I grab my phone as it starts vibrating in my pocket, fully prepared to hit the fuck you button, but my stomach curdles when I see Margo’s name flashing across the screen.

Shit, calls from her are never good.

“Fuck,” I say, sucking in a breath. “I have to take this.” I feel bad for leaving her alone at the table, but I can’t ignore this call.

Addison nods, acting like it doesn’t matter that everyone has just ditched her, but I can see in her eyes that it does.

I spend five agonizing minutes talking Margo down. I shoot Kelton a text after I hang up and let him know what’s going down. I’ll always have his back. My phone gets shoved back in my pocket as I make my way back to our table, hoping it ends soon.

I stop when I hear Cam’s voice. I take a step closer, realizing he’s behind a closed door.

“You were trying to make me jealous, weren’t you?” He asks, angrily.

“You know that,” a soft, sensual voice answers. I recognize it. “And obviously it worked because your hand is up my dress right now.”

“Fuck you,” he fires back. “You were flirting with him, practically taking his cock on the couch for me to see. You damn well knew that shit would piss me off. Don’t do that again, especially with that fucking loser. Or you’ll regret it.”

I ball up my fist at the same time Savannah lets out a loud moan. “I can fuck whoever I want, and yes, I’ll be screwing his brains out tonight.”

That’s not fucking happening. My dick isn’t going anywhere near this broad.

“The fuck you will be,” Cam spats.

“You’re still with Addison.” She says her name in distaste, like it’s poison. “You have sex with her. You tell her you love her, for fuck sakes. You need to make a decision, leave her or I’m done.”

“Babe, you know I love you,” he says. “I just need a little more time.”

I open the door slightly, careful not to make a sound, and see Cam’s hand pumping in and out of Savannah’s pussy. She’s pushed up against the wall, her ass lodged against his cock, as she grinds against it. She gasps when he pulls down his pants and slides inside of her.

Of fuck, shit just got worse.

My nails are biting into the side of the door. He grunts with each slam inside of her.

My pulse elevates. “Looks like you still don’t know how to fuck a girl right,” I say, pushing the door open and walking into the room, unable to hold back my anger any longer.

Cam stops, frozen in fear. A sly, venomous smile spreads across Savannah’s lips. She knows I’m going to tell Addison. She’d rather hurt her best friend than lose her temporary dick.

I dart towards them and shove Cam away from Savannah. He grunts when his back hits the wall and my hand instinctively wrap around his throat. He’s standing there, gasping for air, his pants hanging around his ankles. I spit in his face, ready to put my fist there next, but suddenly pull back. I can’t go to jail and I know this pretty boy will press charges.

“What are you going to do, huh?” Cam asks, getting his breathing back under control. “You going to hit me?”

Yeah, he’d definitely press charges.

“You don’t deserve her,” I hiss. “You break up with her or I’m telling her what pieces of shits both of you are.”

He lets out a cynical laugh. “I don’t deserve her? Please don’t tell me you think you do?”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

Cockiness flickers along his face. Fucking asshole. “I see the way you look at her,” she says.

I notice sweat start to glisten down his forehead. He’s nervous as fuck of Addison finding out. He loves her, there’s not doubt, but he’s also a selfish asshole.

“She’ll never be with you,” he goes on. “You’re trash, scum off of the west coast streets with a criminal record. Sure, you may succeed in getting into her panties now because you’re going to tell her about me and Savannah,” he says sarcastically. “But she’ll be back in my arms sooner or later. Remember that.”

His words punch me straight in the face. “Fuck you, Cam!”

“No, fuck you, Zeth!”

 “Do you want me to fucking kill you?” I ask, pushing him back against the wall, rougher this time. “You’re going to leave now. I’ll take Addison home. You can meet us there and tell her what you and this hoe,” I look back at Savannah, “have been up to.”

Savannah doesn’t say a word. She’s smart.

I release Cam and take a step back.

“Addison will be my wife in the next five years, and you’ll be back waiting for your next trip to a prison cell,” he says, bitterly.

I inch my elbow backwards, ready to barrel my fist forward.

“I will never be your wife, Cam.”

I stop in shock, along with everyone else in the room. Every single one of us turns around at the sound of Addison’s voice.

She’s standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, her face bright red as she fights back tears. I don’t know how much she heard or saw, but there’s no mistaken what just happened in this room. Her boyfriend’s pants are down, his cock dangling between his legs. Her best friend’s hair is a mess, her dress wrinkled around her waist.

She looks at Savannah. “And you’re supposed to be my best friend.” Her attention moves to Cam. “You’re both dead to me.”