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.
"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.
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
Maija Fifteen minutes later, we pull up to Mansion with multiple cars parked in the driveway. I can hear the faint sound of music playing. Great, my first house party since I moved here, and not only was I pissed off, I am also horny.My mind keeps replaying that kiss, which was amazing, making my body flush with heat and me soaking wet. But whenever I look at the object of my lust, anger seeps in and ruins it.Ugh, I really need a drink. Slamming the car door, I head towards the house without looking back at Zayne; I really do not want to see his annoyingly handsome face right now. “Hey Maija, wait, you don’t want….” He jogs up next to me as I pull the front door of the house open. I am not listening to him. I want to get something to drink, to settl
MaijaZayne is carrying me; it seems like he is worried because I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. I open my eyes as he gently places me in the car. I’m slightly startled when I see him inches away from my face. He stares into my eyes as he gently strokes my cheek."Are you okay? Did he hurt anywhere?" I can hear the panic in his voice, but I cannot respond because my mouth does not want to work. I am fine. I just had too much to drink. That is what I want to tell him but cannot. I remain mute, staring at him. He shuffles hurriedly, pulling his phone from his pockets. He turns on the flashlight and shines it in my right eye. I jerk my head back, closing my eyes as I push his hand away."Did he give you any drugs?" I shake my head no, but it appears he does not see it because he clenches his jaw and says, "I am going to go