Maija
By the time we finish sorting all the boxes, it is almost dinner time; we all agree on ordering pizza since no one feels like cooking. The food arrives, and we all sit at the dinner table having our first meal as a family. The atmosphere is nice and relaxing as Charles retells how he and my mother met at his hotel. I have heard the story about five times, so I’m not keen on another reiteration. I look at the slice of pizza when he gets to the part about mom threatening him and chuckle as I poke away at it. For some reason, I am not hungry for food. However, I am hungry for someone. Slightly lifting my head, my eyes meet Zayne, which instantly causes a flood between my thighs. It really should be a crime to be that hot. I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together, hoping to quell the heat that is building in my core.
“Are you not hungry, Maija? Or did you want something else? We can order…” Charles's voice slams through my salacious thoughts, bringing me back to reality. Was I hungry? Yes, but what I want isn’t on the menu, my dear stepfather– it’s in your son’s pants. I shake my head free of my dirty thoughts before responding.
“Hmm, I’m fine, I uh, just have a lot on my mind.”
”I’m sure you do. Moving can be incredibly stressful.”
“Oh no...” I start to answer, but Zayne interrupts me.
“Drop the shrink act, dad.” I cringe at the harsh tone of his voice, bracing myself for an argument, but the argument never happens because Charles returns his remark with a smile.
“Putting the ole degree to good use. I’m sorry, Maija, that’s not how I meant it.” I smile, nodding as I return to picking at my pizza and thinking of ways to avoid fucking my stepbrother this summer. I need to avoid him at all costs until I go off to college. Before meeting him, I once considered the possibility of living at home since NYU was only two hours away. However, after meeting him, there is no way I can live with him and not rip his clothes off.
“You and Zayne should get to know each other, you know, like siblings.” I hear my mother say. Yeah, I don’t think that’s possible, mom. My panties are soaked, and all I did was look at him. The thought of treating him like a sibling was never in the cards.
“Let’s see how long the marriage lasts first.” The words are out of my mouth before I can think. The look on my mother's face makes me instantly regret them—me and my big mouth that lacks a suitable filter. I sigh. At least I didn’t let it slip that I want my stepbrother to bend me over the counter and fuck me mercilessly.
Zayne starts laughing suddenly, which does not help. My nipples harden as his laugh caressed my eardrums. What the hell is wrong with my body? He’s just one guy; why does he have this effect on me? I raise my head and meet his eyes again, his green eyes filled with mischief. Again, moisture settles between my thighs. Oh, those pouty lips. His face would make a perfect chair, I surmise, as the heat in my body rises. He bites his lip as he looks at me. Oh, so I’m not the only one drunk on lust, I smile.
Wait, there is something I should be doing. Apologizing. I peel my eyes away from him and glance at my mother, who still looks hurt.
“I’m sorry, mom, I’m sure this marriage will last forever. Naturally, Zayne and I will become friends–” more like fuck buddies, I think– “no need to force it.” My mother nods, feeling satisfied with my apology, and we all resume light banter and easy conversation as I made mental plans to work my dildo overtime tonight while imagining it is my stepbrother.
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.”
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 mana
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
Maija We arrive at the restaurant thirty minutes later. It's a steakhouse, and the simple sight of the building makes me drool. There is absolutely nothing I enjoy eating more than a thick piece of grilled ribeye.“Did I do well?” I look at Zayne, who is smiling from cheek to cheek, unbelievably satisfied with himself. Mom must have told him of my obsession with steak, that meddling woman. I wonder if she would be as helpful if she found out he was trying to sleep with me. I chuckle as he looks at me eagerly, waiting for a reply. I mumble something incoherent, refusing to give him the satisfaction.“Let’s get this day over with.” I frown, pretending to be unhappy, but I am giddy right now to be on this date with the promise of a fat, juicy steak. I know he claimed earlier it was not a date, but from the looks he’s giving me, he was definitely lying.“Can
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
Zayne A week later, I am sitting in the kitchen with Carolyn as she bakes my favorite, well, Maija’s favorite cookies, which in the last week have become my favorite as well. I have been eating them like crazy the last week because of the cookie that I want. I still have not been able to eat. Maija has been staying in her room a lot, and I feel she is doing it to avoid me. I have been to Sienna’s house three times in the last seven days, trying to satiate this desire, but just a glimpse of her ass, and I am right back to horny. “I’m glad you like these cookies. You and Maija have that in common.” Carolyn smiles at me, pulling my thoughts from between her daughter’s thighs to nod my head. We have spent a lot of time together since my dad is mostly away on business, and Maija is always in her room with her head in a book. I like her. She has a warm nature that is very comfo
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
Maija I start to sob uncontrollably. Is my mother dead? Why else would he pull over? If she were alive, he would be racing to get her. My heart feels like it is tearing out. I clutch my chest, unable to bear the pain. “Zayne, Mm, no, she isn’t. Zayne, no, please no.” “Maija, no, I’m sorry; mom is ok.” I do not hear his words; the pain is too much. Mom, how am I going to live without my mother? “Maija.” He grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me. I lift my eyes soaked with tears. “Mom is fine. She’s at home watching television where
Forty minutes later, I head back to the car after failing to convince her to marry me for a second time.“Sir!” He greets me with a smile, but he nods and opens the car door when he sees my face. I sigh as I slip in. I thought she would say yes. I thought she would change her mind if I told her I would put off my trip, but she didn’t. Nothing changed in the last hour since we parted for the same reasons. Reasons I can’t understand. I know we’re from different backgrounds regarding money, but that shouldn’t matter. What should matter is that we love each other, but maybe she doesn’t feel how I do. Although she agreed to see me again and promised to accept my calls, it still feels like I could lose her. Hector pulls off as I watch the doors, hoping that she’ll run out to me but knowing it won’t happen.****I listen to the team go over the quarterly profits, but I can’t focus because Carolyn is all I can
His driver leaves me at the airport, and I check my bag and have a seat. As I wait for the flight, my mind keeps drifting back to the last 24 hours, which was crazy, from the lobby fight to sharing a hotel room with him, the casino. I can’t believe I won a hundred grand and almost lost that much. I chuckle and close my eyes. It was indeed a night to remember.Buzz, buzz.My phone vibrates. I pull my phone from my pocket and smile when I see it’s a text from Maija.“Hey, mom, are you on your way back?” Why is she up? I wonder as I call her. “Hey, mom.” She says after she picks up.“Hey sweetie, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”“I just woke up….”“Maija Cesar, I told you, parents die a little each time their children lie.” She sighs.“Okay, okay. I was up all night reading.” As usual, she had never seen a book she wouldn&rs
Carolyn3:25 am“Marry me…” His question stuns me. Did I hear him correctly? He asked me to marry him. But surely he’s joking.I chuckle. “Charles, that’s not funny.”“Cary, I’m not joking. I’m serious; let’s get married.” My eyes open wide. He’s serious. What? My body heats as my heart pounds in my chest. He wants to marry me. Why? Right, he just told me he loves me. Do I love him? I like him. I like him so much that I want to see him past tonight, but marriage? We just met. “Carolyn, Carolyn.”“Huh?” His voice pulls me from my thoughts.“Are you okay?” I look at his warm eyes and nod.“I know you’re a little shocked. I would be too.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses it.“But I know, just like I knew with my first wife.”“But we just met; you probably knew her longer than a day
Charles1:30 a.m“Stop the car here.” Carolyn suddenly says.“Here?”“Yeah, let’s walk the rest of the way. It should be close by.”“The place you’re taking me.”“Yup.”“Okay, Barney, pull over. We’re getting out here.” Carolyn grins at me as the car comes to a stop.“Let’s go.” She grabs my hand and pulls me from the car as she bounces with excitement. She is so vibrant and full of life that it makes me feel like I’m twenty again whenever we’re together. I hope we can extend it past this weekend, but it will be up to her.“What are you thinking about?” She says. I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss it before replying.“You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind since six this morning.” A little shy, she turns her face straight ahead bu
Carolyn11:00 pmStill giddy from our trick on Paul, Charles, and I head to the limo, laughing.“Thank you for that,” I say as we slip in.“No need to thank me. That asshole deserved a punch."“Well, thank you anyway for not punching him and egging him in my honor,” I say as I brush my lips against his.“I’ll egg anyone for you.” I chuckle before pressing my lips on his. Feeling the heat flow through my body as the kiss grows more profound. I sigh as our lips part. I really could get used to kissing him every day.“I think I’m becoming addicted to your kisses.” He says as if reading my thoughts. Sometimes the things he says lead me to believe we may have a future, and other times it’s the opposite.“Is it a serious addiction?” I ask.“Oh, so serious. I may go crazy if I go too long without tastin
Charles9:30 pmCarolyn wraps her hands around my neck, pressing her lips against me. I groan as I thrust harder and faster. I feel her tightening, signaling she is about to reach her peak for the fifth time tonight.“Charles.” she moans my name softly once the kiss breaks. Her soft moans send me into a frenzy as my need grows deeper. I thrust harder and harder, capturing her lips again. I slip my hand between our bodies to find her pearl. I massage it as my hips move faster and faster until my climax rocks through me. I grunt as I feel her tightening on my tool as if it’s trying to squeeze out every drop of my love juice. Finally, she grabs my butt and sinks me deeper into her as we blissfully come down from our high.“That was amazing.” She says between breaths as I roll over on my back. I take her hand and kiss it.“It’s the best sex I’ve had in years,” I reply, still p
Carolyn 8:30 pm I take another sip of my champagne and roll my eyes as everyone laughs at another one of Greg’s jokes. I am trying not to be a spoilsport, but as a dentist, I have heard them all before, and so has everyone else at the table. However, Greg is one of the sweetest human beings you will ever meet, so we tend to humor him a lot when he tells these jokes, “I swear I have the funniest patients.” He says between bouts of chuckles. I exhale sharply and glance at my watch. It’s been an hour and a half since I left Charles to come to this dinner, and I have been regretting every second I'm here and not in his arms. And even though I called the front desk and informed him, I would be a little later than expected. I want this dinner to end soon, so we can pick up where we left off. I stick the last bite of my light salad in my mouth and swallow. I glance at everyo
My heartbeat pounds against my eardrums as he approaches. My entire body is aware of every step as I wait to be wrapped up in his arms. I want this, him. I want him to press up against one of these walls and take me. But I can’t help but think logically. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t give in to these urges like some young girl experiencing her first crush. I should stop and head to my room, shut the door, and stay there until it’s time to leave. I should—all of those thoughts float away as he crushes his lips. All doubt floats away as he pulls me close, kiss with so much need and desire I can’t help matching his intensity. His tongue demands entrance in my mouth, and I give in. He pulled me tighter, the kiss getting more profound. I melt into his arms. I can’t remember the last time a man touched me like this. Sure, I’ve had a few dates since my husband’s passing, but it was never anything special. The is kiss alone I will never forg
Carolyn11:00 a.m.I roll over as the sound of the alarm sounds at 11:00 am. Eyes heavy with sleep, I press the snooze button for five more minutes. Then, what feels like a minute later, the alarm goes off again. I open my eyes slowly, stretching as prepared to begin my day. Even though my sleep was short, it was adequate, especially since the bed was so comfortable. I must thank Mr. Klein for his hospitality. My pulse quickens as his face flashes in my head. Although it’s been a while since I have been this attracted to a man. My body was acting strange as if I was a schoolgirl with a crush.I probably am just overreacting. I mean, he is gorgeous, but being alone with him is perhaps making it more exciting than it is. I am sure once I leave and head back to my world and my daughter. I will never think of him again. I feel a little down at the thought of never seeing him again. But I can’t understand t