My stepbrother

Chapter 5

Mom grounded me for a week because of my little outburst at the dinner table, which made me incredibly happy because I didn't have to spend the entire week avoiding my hot stepbrother. I did pass the time harnessing my overwhelming lust for him on Benny, my vibrator. I spent the last several nights having climax after climax imagining myself riding Zayne's dick. I’m hoping the next time I see him; he won't have any effect on me.

"Maija." I lift my eyes when the object of my lust enters my room shirtless in gray jogging pants. I bite my lip while my eyes wander over his chiseled abs that are so well-defined that I have a strong desire to climb them. Clenching my thighs together, my eyes slip down to his bulge, his huge bulge. I lick my lips as the lust I unleashed upon poor Benny returns with a vengeance from a single look. Damn,

I have it bad. We stare at each other for a moment before I force my mouth open.

"Hi, Zayne," I finally manage to say. Peeling my eyes away from his shaft, I shift them back to the page I'm reading, attempting to act natural as if my panties are not soaking wet right now.

"What are you reading?" Shivers run through my body because his voice sounds very close. Heat builds in my body as I shift my eyes to the place his voice is coming from. My breath catches as my eyes meet his abs as he stands by my bed. Fuckk. Inhaling slowly as my nipples harden, I realize I need him to leave right now so I can plunge Benny deep into me and satisfy my pulsing vulva.

"A book. Do you need something?" I reply, hoping I sound annoyed and not thirsty like I actually am. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Ah yeah, do you want to watch a movie?" My heart stops for a second and then starts beating rapidly. Is he asking me out? He does know that he is my stepbrother. I mean, I want to jump his bones too, but I am prepared to use Benny in his place and wait out the marriage. I'm sure it will not last a year. Sorry

mom, but when have impromptu Vegas weddings ever led to happily ever after? I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward.

"Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

"What's so funny?" He doesn't respond but continues to laugh, which is starting to annoy me.

"If you've finished entertaining yourself, you can leave. This isn't showtime at the Apollo." He stops abruptly, still grinning.

"No, I'm sorry... It's just… you really thought I was asking you out, Like on a date?" he replies, a few chuckles escaping his lips. My cheeks flush from embarrassment and would be hot pink right now if my skin was not dark. He did ask me out. Why else would you be here asking me to go to the movies? The image of my meddling mother flashes in my mind. She probably put him up to it. I groan internally, wishing the ground will swallow me up; I really accused him of trying to ask me out. Yikes, I must seem like such a narcissist.

"I'm sorry, you asked to go to the movies, my mind...’”

"You thought I would ask my stepsister out on a date a week after meeting her?" I cringe as he says the words. Did I misread the situation that night when we moved in? I thought he was looking at me.

"I.."

"How desperate do you think I am? You can relax. After all, you're not my type.” As he says the words, I wince. You would have to be desperate to ask your stepsibling out. Still, did he have to go as far as to say I'm not his type? What was his type anyway? Blonde bimbos, I bet. I should feel lucky he isn't interested in me. It's for the best, my vagina should immediately dry up, but of course, it doesn't. Instead, I feel disappointed because I was looking forward to riding him once the marriage was over. I push away the disappointment and force a smile on my face.

“So, the movies. Mom's idea?”

"Yeah, she thinks I should show you around town since you have been cooped up in the house. Getting yourself grounded on day one, that takes skill."

"Thank you," I reply, even though it’s not a compliment. Ugh, mom, why are you always in my business? "You can refuse, you know. I can explore on my own," I say nonchalantly while dread fills me. There is no way I want to be alone with him while my desire for him is this strong. Plus, he just told me I’m not his type. No, I want to stay home and spend my time locked in my room riding Benny and licking my wounds.

"I don't mind, get dressed. We're leaving in an hour." No, no, come on, dude, an hour? At least give me a day. I groan as he turns to leave, but as soon as I see his back, my mind returns to the gutter because he looks as good going as he does coming. Gone are my feelings of disappointment because now all I can think about is sinking my nails in his muscular back as he fucks me mercilessly. Once he's out of sight, I snap out of the spell, but I'm still very horny. Jumping out of bed, I grab Benny. If we're spending time together, I better take the edge off and then some.