STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 26

Scarletts P.O.V

Later that night, unbeknownst to you, your mother invites Theresa to a family dinner. It isn't until you're

striding into the kitchen in a pair of sweats, and a loose crop top without a bra, that you realise you

have company. You halt, immediately annoyed when you see her sitting next to Oliver at he table. Your

mom takes one look at you, and frowns.

'Scar, maybe you should change. We have company"

Nope. Fuck that

You pull your lips into a fake smile, and shake your head.

"Awe, come on mom. I'm sure Theresa doesn't mind"

"I do"

Yet, I don't care

When you're eyes move back to Oliver, your nipples harden and you know by the thin material of your

shirt, it's obvious. His eyes move down your breasts, and he slowly licks his lips before quirking his

brow curiously at you.

"Sometimes your impossible"

"I'm your kid"

You move quickly towards the table, and sit directly across from Oliver, grinning at him.

I bet if we kissed, I'd taste myself on his tongue

The thought drives you wild. You take a deep breath, reaching to fill our plate with meat and broccoli.

"This looks delish, mom"

"Thanks, Scar. So, Theresa was just telling me that you bumped into her and Oliver at the mall"

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You nod, cutting into your steak and popping a piece into your mouth, while smiling at Theresa who

returns your smile while eating. Oliver regards you, uncertainty lining his brows. You purposely scoot

your seat forward so your breasts bounce and your nipples strain harder against your shirt. Oliver

drinks them in, and shifts in his seat.

He's getting turned on...

You can tell by his salacious gaze as it settles once again on your face

"Oh yeah, Bri and I were shopping for a few things"

"Oh yeah? What did you get?"

Half of you wants to put Oliver on the spot. Jealousy eats away at you when Theresa leans over to

Oliver and whispers something in his ear and he chuckles lightly.

"Nothing interesting"

"Oh really? I doubt that. Especially if you went with Bri"

Your blood boils when Theresa places her hand on Oliver's forearm and casts him a knowing grin.

Oh god. It's annoying watching them flirt.

"You remember what I bought, right Oliver?"

Oliver's face becomes stolid. You're surprised you didn't see that familiar smirk on his lips. Maybe it's

because he's not used to you being so teasing. Especially in front of your mom. When he doesn't

answer, you scoff, and stab a piece of meat dramatically with your fork, before raising it to your lips.

Where's the bad boy attitude now, huh?

"Oh yeah, that's right. It was for Jayden anyways"

The confusion around the table makes you giggle, before you shake your head.

"Bri and I just grabbed some clothes"

Your mom nods slowly.

"I also got some bras and these cute panties"

You make sure to hold eye contact with Oliver, as you reach out your door, and begin to slowly drag it

up his leg. He stiffens, inhaling a sharp breath. Theresa quirks her brow questioningly. You bite your lip,

suppressing your cunning grin as you drag your foot up his leg, closer to the thick cock you know is

straining in his pants.

"Everything alright, Oliver?"

You are contact with his erection and he curses, his fists tightening atop the table, before he nods.

Wow, he's really hard

You massage his dick through his pants, enjoying the way he bites his lip, and you feel his dick

twitching. You feel yourself getting wet knowing Theresa's sitting obliviously beside him. You're thankful

when your mom directs her attention on Theresa, and you can focus on grinding your foot against him

faster.

Oliver clenches his jaw and raises a brow with a serious expression on his face. You meet his firm

expression with a teasing smirk, and raise your brows, surprised when he grabs ahold your foot.

What the hell has gotten into him?

He gently places your foot back on the floor, and begins eating again.

What the hell is that about? He's begging me to want him and when I finally show I do, he acts weird...

fucking ridiculous

"Excuse me for a sec"

Oliver gets up from the table. Your mom and Theresa glance at him but continue their conversation as

you eat your food.

He's so damn up and down with his moods

Inwardly groaning, you excuse yourself quickly from the table, claiming you have to call Bri, while

waving your phone dramatically. You move quickly once you're out of view of the kitchen, walking

downstairs in pursuit of Oliver in his bedroom. His room is empty. You furrow your brows when you

hear the shower going in the bathroom down the hall.

Why the hell would he be taking a shower right now? I thought he was keeping Theresa company...

You reach for the knob, surprised when it isn't locked before you slip inside. Your eyes meet his bare

back, the chiselled muscle makes you clench the walls of your pussy before you close the door behind

you

"What the hell was that?'

He doesn't answer you, instead, he reaches forward to feel the water, before he begins undoing his

pants, and slides them down his powerful thighs. He looks amazing in boxer briefs. It takes you a

minute to blink a few times and pull your attention away from his ass.

"Oliver... how the hell do you go from bombarding me in a dressing room, to ignoring me. I don't fucking

get you"

"Just go, Scarlett..."

"No... not until you tell me what the fuck is going on. Is it Theresa?"

A fit of mirthless laughter erupts from him, before he shakes his head, and twists his neck so he can

see you.

"You can never listen can you?"

You shrug

"I guess not"

"Well, sorry but you're not going to get an explanation. I'm trying to shower. Can you leave?"

"Oh, I see how it is"

Treat me like shit... and he wonders why I don't want to fuck him to begin with. That playboy shit is not

for me.

"You really think you can just use me whenever you want?"

"Sorry, but I'm not that fucking into you to begin with. You don't get to just get your fix whenever the hell

you want, and then act different when I finally change my fucking mind about you"

He scoffs, and loops his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, before he pulls them down and steps

into the shower.

He turns to face you. His thick erection bulging monstrously in front of you. He doesn't move to cover

himself.

"Well, its not always about you is it?"

"apparently not"

"I cant do this to my father"

What the hell is he talking about?

You give him a confused look, taking a deep breath as the sir fills with steam.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't fuck things up so him and your mom aren't together. I wont do it. And I can tell you one thing,

Scarlett, it doesn't matter how badly I want you, I don't want to be he reason my father is miserable

again"

Your surprised by his omission. He never really gave you the impression he cared about his dads

happiness. From the first moment you met him he was an asshole, caring about no one.

"Considering he's the only parent I have that's not a complete piece of shit"

Wow... this just wasn't what I was expecting

"I know I keep finding ways to have you, and it's selfish"

I don't even know what to say to him

"So that's that"

At a loss for words, you turn, not able to look at him any longer.

"I'm done. Its fine"

You leave the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest as anger fills you.

I'm the dumb one who allowed herself to actually get feelings for him. God, I need a fucking break from

him. From this. Maybe I'll stay with Bri. Anything to clear my head, because if I've learned one thing, its

that both of us cant stick to anything we say, and the temptation gets too much.