My stepbrother

Zayne I drive up to the house, and there's a moving truck parked in the driveway. Mommy dearest moves in today, I assume. I scoff; I cannot believe Dad married some random woman in Vegas. I park my car, hop out and stroll up to the door. “Maija, is the truck empty?” A woman asks as she unpacks a box in the living room. She looks up, and I’m face to face with a beautiful African American woman. Not my father's usual type, he usually dates twenty-year-old models who try to get in my bed once he’s out of town. She looks at me with confusion before it turns into a smile. “Zayne?” I nod in response. “I’m Carolyn.” I grunt, unwilling to speak to this woman I know nothing about, but that does not deter her. She reaches in and hugs me before I can protest. “Your father brags about you all the time.” “Funny, he never mentions you,” I mumble under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. She ignores my little remark and continues hugg

                        Zayne I sneak a glance every chance I can to observe her, she looks at me twice, but her face still registers her earlier indifference. She’s an interesting one, I must admit. I chuckle, recalling her comment about the marriage not lasting. Although I feel the same way, she says it out loud, which means she has some balls. “We’re about to turn in. What are you kids getting up to tonight?” My father asks as we finish the last slices of pizza. “I think I’ll finish the book I started a couple of days ago,” she replies. Who reads on a Friday night? “Nerd,” I shout, hoping she would turn that beautiful face my way again and speak to me, but she doesn’t respond or glance at me. “Zayne’s right, Maija. I love that you love reading just like your father used to, but it’s your last summer before college. You should have some fun.” “Reading is fun, mom.”

                             Zayne     I walk out of Maija’s room, more annoyed than I would like to admit. I cannot believe she thinks I want to date her. Don’t you? A little voice in my head replies, but instead of giving it any validity, I push it to the back of my mind. Of course, I won’t date her, sex sure, but I don’t date. I don’t fall in love. She should be so lucky; any girl would be drooling over me right now. I clench my fist. She has the nerve to reject me, even after wearing my gray sweatpants? These have never failed me, not that I had to use them often. I storm into my room, then stand before the mirror.     “I look good.” I nod. I know I look good, so why is she so unaffected by me when I want her so damn bad? Am I not her type? I dismiss that thought immediately. I am everybody’s type. The image of her lying in bed in her red shorts and tube top surfac

                      Zayne     Thanks to Sienna, the rest of the night is a total bust, thanks to Sienna, I do not know where she got the idea that she was anything more than a booty call, but I need to set her straight soon. I should have done it back at the restaurant, but I did not want to embarrass her. Ok, I’m lying. I wanted Maija to get jealous, but expecting emotions from that robot was asking too much. Although she seemed more human-like tonight, she even flirted with me a few times. She also seemed annoyed when I told Sienna she was just my stepsister because since then, she has called me big brother around ten times– and yes, I counted because it is annoying. I could not get a word in. It was big brother this and big brother that, even when I tried to cop a feel, she shamed me by calling me, big brother. And now, on our way back home, she has put those damn earphones in again. Damn, she is so frustr

Maija I climb the staircase annoyed with Mom and Zayne. I am eighteen years old, why should they decide what I can or cannot wear? I exhale sharply as I enter my room. What do I wear now? I really like this dress, and my date will arrive soon.“The best way to get over one man is to get under another.” I smile as I walk to my closet and pull the first dress I see. I quickly change into my new dress. It is a strapless dress but knee-length, so mom and that one should not have an issue. One more look in the mirror, smoothing my dress, and I am ready for my date. My date is a hot guy I met on Tinder, Danuel. I am so excited to be going on a date with someone who is not my stepbrother. I clench my thighs as the memory of him licking my palm comes back to mind. The last week has been torture. I can barely focus on getting any reading done because all I can think about is him. I have been using Benny tirelessly, but it does not satisfy my lust. I want him deep inside me, poundi