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. “CanZayne 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
MaijaPresent"Maija wake up; we're home." He shakes me gently as I slowly open my eyes, a bit disoriented. I smile when I see his face. I like waking up to him; wait, what does that mean? It must be the beer talking. He slips out of the car, comes around to my door, and pulls it open before attempting to pick me up. I push him away gently."I can walk.""No, you can't. Please let me carry you." I look at his worried face and sigh. My head is too cloudy to argue with him, so I nod. He smiles before taking my phone from my hands and slipping it into his pockets. He then picks me up gently, laying me against his chest as he closes the car door. As he carries me towards the house, I inhale his scent– it comforts me. This is what I am missing with Danuel. Zayne smells like home. I snuggle in more, feeling safe and secure, when suddenly a burst of laughter breaks out as we enter the house."Charles, no, no… stop it…." I hear my mom scream through fits of giggles."Come,
Zayne I close my eyes as Maija falls asleep, but every time I close my eyes, her face pops up in my head. How do you sleep when you feel your chest caving in? I spend hours just listening to her breathe as I hold her. I open my eyes to watch her sleeping face. She looks so peaceful and beautiful, my angel. I would have fought harder if she gave me any indication that she felt the same way that I do. I would have said to hell with our parents, marched into that house, and told them we would be together whether they liked it or not. But all she feels is a sexual attraction. I guess I was too busy falling to notice she was not falling for me. My heart hurts, but there is something I need to say before I can let go. I wish you were awake to hear them, my love. “I like you. I want you. I need you because I fell for you the moment I met you,” I say out loud. I know she can’t hear me, but it makes my heart feel lighter just saying it out loud. She believes we c