Chapter One

EMBERLY*

Where the hell are my earbuds? I've got to get my ass outside to the gym as soon as possible. I have been searching all over my room for them for thirty minutes. I haven't lifted weights or anything of that nature in three days.

"Derrick," I scream. "Did you steal my earbuds again? Derrick!" I call as I run through the Jack and Jill bathroom we share and burst through his door.

He's sitting there rubbing his eyes and yawning from being woken up by my shrill screams. A tent was poking outward through the boxer shorts he slept in last night. I deflect my gaze toward the ceiling.

"Where are my earbuds? I need them so I can go outside to the gym, maybe go out for a run. I have to do something, Cross Country and Volleyball tryouts are about to start. Hand them over," I said as I stuck my hand out and averted my gaze to the floor.

"Why the hell would I have your precious earbuds if I have two sets of my own, Emberly? What time is it anyway? It's barely even light out, and we're still on Summer break for three more weeks. Get the hell out of my room and let me go back to sleep," Derrick said as he laid down and threw the covers back over himself. I walked over and flung the covers off of him.

"Let me have a set of yours then. I know you have mine, though. So give them back," I demanded as I crossed my arms under my breast and huffed angrily.

He got up abruptly and pushed me out of the way. His morning wood poked me in the stomach, and I grimaced. He turned around, adjusting himself as he walked over to his desk, and then flung a pair of earbuds at me, which ended up being mine. Of course, anything always to be an asshole. Then he ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. Moments later, I heard the shower running and his grunts as he worked on relieving himself. My God, seriously, why did our parents have to get married in the first place? The least they could do was buy us a bigger house with all that money so Derrick and I wouldn't have to share a bathroom.

If we weren't step-siblings, I would most likely jump him, though. Derrick is freaking gorgeous as hell at six foot four and two hundred and twenty pounds of lean-cut muscles. I'm sure he doesn't have an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Don't get me started on his handsome face, light blue eyes, and dark brown hair. I'm brought out of my daze as I hear him grunt his release loudly. I mentally scolded myself as I blinked and realized I had stood there listening to him this whole time. He turned off the water to the shower, and I quickly ran to his door and quietly clicked it shut so he wouldn't know I was in his room listening to him the whole time. It's his fault I have fantasies about him. It started over the summer because he started dating my best friend, Kendra. She has told me about all the kinky things they do. I'm surprised they are both virgins, and I'm so messed up in the head to be thinking of my brother sexually, but it's hard not to. You know when your best friend tells you how skilled he is with his fingers and tongue and how excellent his dick and cum taste in her mouth?

As I ran down the stairs, I decided a long run was warranted to curve the pulsing need radiating through my core. But first, I had to do my stretches. I knew most likely my body would be killing me afterward if I didn't. I made my way to our outside gym mom and dad had built for us a few years ago, put my earbuds in, and turned my Pandora station to Metallica. I flopped myself down on the mat and started working on my stretches as I tried my hardest to get the image of Derrick's dick off of my mind. The desire amplified as a 'NIN' song came on. So I said to hell with all of this and stuck my fingers down in my panties. I found myself warm and soaked with arousal; and winced at the thought of being so turned on by Derrick. I had to relieve the pressure, though, or I wouldn't be able to concentrate on running.

I laid down on the mat, spread my legs, pinched my pearl then swirled juice along my folds. I fantasized that my fingers were Derrick's fingers. One finger slid into my entrance, pumping and then retreating to pinch and circle my bud some more. With my other hand, I pinched and tweaked my hard nipples, imagining that my fingers were Derrick's mouth closing in on them. My back arched as the orgasm began to build inside me. I screamed as the dam finally broke, and my juices gushed from my core. My panties were soaked now; I was going to need to change.

I got up, turned around quickly, and met with Derrick. How long had he been there shit? He made the motions for me to take my earbuds out, and I complied with his demands.

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were going back to sleep?" I yelled as I stepped around him, and he caught my arm.

His grip was rough, but he wasn't hurting me. I accidentally looked down to see the massive bulge in his workout shorts and averted my gaze. Derrick had most likely been watching the whole time. Crap, crap, crap.

"You do know you screamed my name just now as you came right. I'm sure you couldn't hear yourself over the music. You were also moaning my name as you touched your nipples over that sorry excuse of a sports bra. You were fantasizing about me as you touched yourself, weren't you, little sis? Tell me the truth now," Derrick said as he released my arm, sat on the mat, and started stretching.

My mouth dropped open, and no words would come out. I was horrified; I didn't even realize I had done any of that. Derrick had seen the whole thing.

"You, you're an asshole, you know that, right," that's all I could think to get out. My brain was still fizzed out on the fantastic orgasm I had given myself.

"Yeah, the asshole you just got off to. That's pretty fucked up, in all honesty, because you're my sister," Derrick said as he continued to stretch. His lean stiff muscles taunt me to touch him.

'Dang, it Emberly quit already. He's right; this is fucked up,' I mentally scolded myself.

"This is all your fault for dating my best friend. I hate you. I can't wait until we graduate so I can get the hell away from you,"

"If it's any consolation, I just got off thinking about you, and it was quite nice. Oh, the things I would do to you if you weren't my sister. I almost came again in my shorts just now; that was hot. But you are my sister, and I hate you too, so all of this needs to stop now. Plus, you're dating my best friend as well. Word of advice, you need to give him a little something before he breaks up with you. Caden is starting to get bored,"

I was so angry words wouldn't come out. I walked over to face Derrick and slapped the shit out of his face. He glared at me and then kicked my feet out from under me, making me fall to the mat. Derrick climbed up on top of me, his eyes turning into a deeper blue.

"You better get your shit together, little sister. Because this will never be yours, and this will never be mine. I don't give a shit how hot you are. I will never fuck my sister," Derrick said as he gripped his shaft and brushed my sex with his other hand.

"Stepsister asshole, and I would never touch you anyway. Get the hell off of me," I yelled. Derrick blinked a couple of times, shook his head and climbed off of me, and went back to his stretching.

I put my earbuds back in and ran and ran until my lungs were about to explode. I came to a stop and sat down on a curb, and took in my surroundings. I had no idea where I was. I looked down at my phone to see that I had been running for almost three hours; I didn't even know how that had happened. I had taken several turns and, at one point, was running down the highway. Never once had I paid attention to where I was going. I was trying to get as far away from Derrick as possible. I looked back to see a girl my age walking toward me with bottled water. I took my earbuds out of my ear to talk to her.

"I saw you through the window; you looked like you might need this," She said as she handed me the water.

"Thank you so much. I've been running for hours. I ran until I couldn't possibly make it another step. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get up," I said as I twisted the cap and gulped down every last drop.

"Do you need a ride? I was about to head into Lubbock to go shopping. I can take you if you're heading back in that direction. Also, my name is Melinda, and who may you be?" Melinda asked as she sat next to me on the curb.

"Emberly, I live in Wolfforth just outside Lubbock, so I would love it if you could give me a ride. I have no idea where I'm at. My brother and I got into an argument, and I had to let off some steam,"

"Oh My Goodness, girl, you've made it to Tahoka. You should call and check in and let someone know where you are. I'm sure someone is worried about you,"

"Well, my parents are on vacation, and my stepbrother hates my guts, so I don't think there is anyone who cares or notices that I've been gone so long. Can you help me up, please; my legs are like jello?"

Melinda looked me over with concern, got up and grabbed my wrist, and with quite a bit of effort, helped me to my feet. I wobbled and almost fell, so she put my arm over her shoulders and helped me to her car. I felt terrible because I was nearly six feet tall, and she was half a foot shorter than me.

"Wow, you're tall. I bet you are a basketball star, aren't you?" Melinda asked as she opened the car door for me, slid the seat back as far as it would go to make room for my long legs, and helped me climb in.

"I participate in almost all sports except powerlifting and football. My brother has those handled. I participate in Basketball, Volleyball, Cross Country, Track, Golf, and Tennis. I also do modeling shoots from time to time," I rambled.

"Yes, I can see you as a model. You are so tall and beautiful,"

"Thank you. I just turned seventeen. I'm hoping for my boyfriend to gain a few inches because I don't like guys who are shorter than me" That's when my phone buzzed, and Derrick's name and image flashed on the screen.

"Wow, is that your boyfriend? He is smoking hot," Melinda said as she shut my door and ran inside to get her purse and keys.

"What?" I growled into the phone.

"Where the fuck are you? We have that photoshoot this afternoon. Mom and Dad will be pissed if we blow it off. Remember, we're supposed to be modeling the new fall wardrobe that's coming out," Derrick yelled into the phone.

"I'm in Tahoka, wherever the hell that is. I've got a ride, asshole, like you even care anyway," I screamed and hung up as Melinda climbed into the car.

"That was my brother being an asshat as usual. We have a photo shoot this afternoon, so he's wigging out,"

"Oh, ok, is he single? I'd like to climb on that for sure,"

"No, he's dating my best friend, Kendra. She will be modeling with us this afternoon along with my boyfriend Caden and a few others from my school,"

I could tell Melinda had a hundred questions for me, and I hoped she wouldn't ask them. She kept her questions to herself and backed her car out of the driveway.

"My parent's design clothing and own clothing boutiques around the United States and around the world. They travel quite often, and they are billionaires. Only one of us can be granted the CEO position once we finish college and they retire. So my brother and I compete against each other when it comes to everything-like academics, sports, looks, dating, modeling, you name it. So yes, we hate each other. The company should be mine. My mom started that business way before she even had me. Then my dad and Derrick walked into our lives," I grimaced and stared out the window.

"I love my dad because I never had one. My mom got smashed one night and had a one-night stand that resulted in me being born. I wish Derrick hadn't been a part of that equation. He's messed everything up for me," I rambled on, and Melinda nodded her head taking in all of the information.

"Well, you're a Junior in High school. You have two years left and then college to prove your worth. Kick his ass, and don't back down. Don't let him win,"

I smiled and chuckled. "Thank you for the pep talk; I'll do my best,"

Melinda dropped me off at my house, and when I opened the door, Derrick was standing there waiting for me with a scowl on his face and arms crossed. How long had he stood there waiting for me? It took Melinda over an hour to get me home. I still can't believe I ran so far.

"Get your ass cleaned up so we can go," he yelled, then ran up to his room and slammed his door.

How does he get off acting like that? He's not my dad.

I ran up the stairs and banged his door open, creating a dent in the wall.