DEVIL: A Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

I tried my best not to act afraid. My purse was at home; all I had brought with me was a cellphone and my I.D. which were both in my dress pocket. I considered calling home, but if my parents found out I was drunk and in odd neighborhood after trying to stay at a stranger’s house, they’d never let me live in down. It was too late to call any of my friends. The only other option was to call the same guy that I had told to fuck off earlier in the night.

Mitch.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and my hands trembled as I scrolled to his contact and hit the call button. I could only hope that he’d forgive me.

“
L
ook
, I’m really sorry about your dress,” I said as I stood by the street waiting for the taxi to pick up Sheila. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and drew out a $100 bill. “This should cover it.”

“I don’t want your money, Mitch,” she scoffed, her arms crossed and her face pouting. She was wearing one of my old football jerseys in place of the tatters.

My shoulders sulked. For some reason I felt even more terrible for sending Sheila off than I did when I sent the girls off that I actually fucked. I guess the other girls at least got some dick out of the experience. Sheila just got a torn dress and a ruined night.

The taxi arrived fast, and Sheila hopped into the back seat. “I’ll text you,” I said.

“Yeah, I won’t hold my breath,” she muttered and leaned forward to the taxi driver. “Take me to Woodland Hills please.”

As the taxi pulled away, I gave a wave, but she didn’t wave back.

I turned around and ran for my garage, feeling like a douche but feeling even more anxious to make my way to Annie as soon as possible. After some talking and cell phone app usage–thank god for Google Maps–I figured out that the French asshole had taken her to Inglewood. It wasn’t the worst neighborhood in LA, but it was also the kind of place where you didn’t want to be an 18-year-old girl walking alone on the street in the middle of the night. I had stayed with her on the phone until she made it to a 7-11 and then called a taxi for Sheila.

I turned on my Bluetooth and called Annie again once I was in my Ferrari and heading down the freeway.

“Hello?”

“Annie, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m still in front of 7-11.”

“Okay, just stay there. Make sure you stay close to the door, and don’t go out of sight of the attendant.” I looked at the GPS on my dash. “I should be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Okay Mitch. I’ll be here.”

How did I turn my sister’s graduation night into this? Maybe If I hadn’t been so aggressive when I saw her kissing the guy, she wouldn’t have left without me. I pressed my foot into the pedal, hard, going 80 mph in a 55 mph zone. If anything else happened to her I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

I soon found myself driving down the narrow streets of a rough, urban neighborhood. I must have passed a dozen cops making arrests on my way, and when I pulled into the parking lot of the corner 7-11, I was relieved to see Annie was sitting on a parking block looking relatively unscathed–which was amazing, considering the amount of tits poking out of that dress.

As soon as she saw me pull in, she jumped up, staggered to the passenger side, and got in without saying a word.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered, her eyes staring straight ahead, apparently not wanting to look me in the eye.

“Okay, good.” I backed the car out of the parking lot and got us back to the freeway before I said anything else. “I’m sorry for the way I acted at the club. Just when I saw you with that guy, I couldn’t handle it. I’ve never seen you act like that with someone before.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have listened to you. I was drunk and I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

“Did he hurt you?” I asked. “’Cause if he hurt you, I’ll–“

“No, he didn’t hurt me. He was just a jerk. The moment he realized I didn’t want to have sex, he didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“Was he a football player?” I asked.

Annie turned to face me finally and creased her brow. “No… Why would you think that?”

I shrugged. “I guess it’s not just football players that only want to get in your pants then.”

Annie smiled and the tension in the air felt like it was instantly relieved. “Thank you for taking me out for graduation, even though we really didn’t get to spend any time together. And sorry for getting out of control.”

“I shouldn’t have bought you that long island.” I glance at her and I could see small beads of sweat sticking to her forehead. “Are you still drunk?”

“Oh god,” Annie sighed and put her hand on her forehead. “I drank a moohitoo after you left.”

“A what?

“A moohooti…”

“Do you mean a mojito?”

“Yeah, one of those. And to answer your question, yes, I’m still drunk. Not as much as before but drunk enough.”

I chuckled. “Drink a lot of water before you go to bed tonight. You’ll probably have a hangover in the morning, but if you’re dehydrated it’ll be a hundred times worse.”

Annie huffed. “Is it okay if I stay at your place tonight? Mom and Dad will ask me 21 questions if they hear me coming home at this time of the night.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I said. I flipped on the radio, and The Beatles were playing. It was relaxing music, but didn’t settle my nerves. That morning I had went to Annie’s graduation, and the night had been a stressful rollercoaster. I was ready to fuck Sheila, ready to unleash the villain that was pooling inside of me, but a minute later was brought right back down when I got Annie’s phone call. I hadn’t worked out all day or done anything to get a release. I skipped practice.

I was strung out to the highest degree, and now… now my stepsister was sitting beside me in
that fucking dress,
and her tits were bouncing all over the place every time I hit a bump.

I
stepped
out of the shower and dried myself off before wrapping the towel around my body. My dress, panties and leggings were sitting by the sink, and as I picked them up, I felt strangely compelled to have a whiff of them. Gross. It was a cross between cigarette smoke, alcohol, and the scent of Raymond. All things that I didn’t want to be in the proximity of again in the near future.

I pushed opened the bathroom door and stepped into the plush carpet of the guest bedroom, one of 5 in Mitch’s huge house. It wasn’t the first time that I had been in his new home. When he first bought it, he invited the family over for a tour, of course, but it was the first time that I was sleeping there.

The house was spacious and beautiful, and I was rather jealous that he had the luxury of living there. Mitch had offered to buy Mom and Dad a bigger home as well, but they were perfectly fine in the same old place that we grew up in. It was familiar, and they knew everyone in the neighborhood. When Mitch paid off their mortgage, however, it brought them both to tears of joy.

Now that I was and adult, I wondered if I would ever accomplish anything relatively on par with all that Mitch had done. His were some pretty big footsteps to follow.

I placed my clothes on the nightstand beside the huge, king-sized bed and started down the hall, looking for my brother.

“Mitch?” I called out, but he didn’t reply. I couldn’t remember which room was his in the 3-story labyrinth, so I pushed opened each bedroom door that I passed. When I arrived the end of the hall, I saw that a door at the end was slightly cracked, and there was a light on inside, so I was pretty sure I had found the master. “Mitch?” I called again, as I pushed the door aside.

The linens of his California King were ruffled, and there was a torn woman’s shirt on the floor but no sign of Mitch. I stepped further inside, and rounded the corner to where there was another light shining from an open entrance. When I looked into the room, I was shocked.

There was Mitch, just stepping out of the shower of his large master bathroom, looking downwards, holding a towel behind his back. He gripped each end of the towel with his fingers and rubbed it back and forth against his shoulders, causing his naked body to strut from side to side and his huge cock to swing like the pendulum of a clock. His chest and arms had grown even more ripped than the times I saw him shirtless working out around the house, and his abs were even more sculptured than before.

After he moved out, he started getting tattoos at a startling pace as well. I had seen the few on his arms, but his torso was riddled with them as well, accentuating the hard lines of each of his muscles.

His body was gorgeous, and his cock was so big, beautiful. I knew I shouldn’t have kept looking, but I was stunned, frozen by magnificence. I couldn’t look away.

“Annie!?” Mitch jumped a moment later when he glanced up and noticed me standing in the doorway. He quickly whisked the towel from behind his back and tied it around his waist, hiding his perfect tool. “What are you doing?

I put my hand to my heart the same moment that I was shocked out of my trance. I couldn’t believe what I saw, but even more I couldn’t believe my behavior. “Oh, umm… Sorry. I came to ask you if you have something I can wear to sleep in.”

“Don’t you knock?” he scolded.

“The door was open. I didn’t know you were um…” I stuttered. “Why didn’t you close the door?”

“I live here–alone. I’m not used to have people staying with me.”

“Sorry…”

“Yeah, whatever…” He grabbed another towel that was sitting on the bathroom counter and rubbed it on his hair as he stepped into the bedroom and over to his walk-in closet. I was surprised that he didn’t seem more perturbed that I saw his body, but I guess guys that look that good just don’t care.

Again I noticed the torn shirt, and bent down to pick it up. Looked like the top from a stripper dress. I brought it to the entrance of the closet and held it up for Mitch to see. “Are you sure you’re not used to having girls around? Or do you have a secret life as a female werewolf.”

“Give me that,” he snapped and grabbed the torn shirt out of my hand. Then he handed me a white wife-beater and a pair of plaid boxer shorts. “I’ll give you something else in the morning if you need it.”

“Okay, thanks.” I giggled, partially at his reaction to the shirt and partially because I couldn’t get the sight of his nude body out of my mind. “Goodnight,” I said and headed back to the hall. “Nice tattoos by the way…”

“Goodnight…”

When I made it back to my room, I slid on Mitch’s comfy wife beater and boxer shorts. The top barely covered my boobs, but I figured it didn’t matter much since I was in the room alone. I hopped into the bed, slid under the silky sheets, and closed my eyes, desperate to get some zees.

I tossed and turned in bed, trying every exercise I could think of to get myself to sleep, but nothing seemed to work. My mind fuddled over the crazy night that I had with Raymond, and then got stuck on the incredible sight that I had saw in Mitch’s bathroom.

The jerk Raymond looked good in a boy-band, Frenchish, Edward Cullen sort of way, but Mitch was built like a lion. Whenever he moved, some muscle on his body flexed, a tattoo flinched, and he just oozed sex appeal. And his cock? It was so big, so thick and smooth. I couldn’t even imagine what it looked like when he was hard. Whoever had their shirt ripped off in his bedroom must have had a wild ride. I’m sure Mitch fucked her into submission until she screamed.

Lucky bitch.

Why did the hottest guy ever turn out to be my stepbrother?

Frustration ricocheted through my body as lay there staring at the ceiling. The bed was so soft, and the room was so beautifully decorated with fine furnishings. It was… everything about Mitch was so sexy.

By that time, the sun was starting to come up, and I could see light peaking from behind the silk drapes that were covering the window. My head was already starting to feel the beginnings of a hangover. If I didn’t get some sleep, I’d be a zombie the next day.

I kicked the comforter and sheet off of my legs to get some air and closed my eyes. Desperate to relax, I tilted my thighs apart and gave into my thoughts. My hand slithered down my body and into Mitch’s boxer shorts.

I was soaking wet. No wonder I couldn’t sleep.

My finger toyed with my pussy, and I whimpered when I found my clit. Wishing it was Mitch’s hand, I circled round and round and reached up with my other hand to grabbed my breasts underneath his shirt.

It felt so wrong to touch myself while I thought about Mitch, but how could I think about anyone else after I saw what I saw? I imagined myself walking back into his bathroom and reliving that moment, but rather than staring, I walked right into the bathroom and grabbed his swinging pendulum and slid it into my mouth. Would he like that? I wondered. What would he taste like?

I imagined him throwing me on the bed and ripping my clothes off the same way that he had decimated the other girl’s. I slid a finger inside my pussy as I imagined him entering me, and then a second as I thought of him fucking me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mitch…” I moaned lowly.

A tension built in my lower belly as I felt my orgasm quickly coming to surface, and I thrust my fingers in and out rapidly in anticipation. Right when I was about to explode, I pulled my fingers out and rubbed them against my clit.

“Fuck me…” I whimpered. My head pushed back into my pillow and my body trembled as I imagined the last few strokes of my brother’s cock spewing his forbidden seed inside of me.

When the trembling subsided, I took a few deeps breaths and swallowed. Shame washed over me for thinking about Mitch the way that I had. I made out with a stranger that night, and then I thought about my brother fucking me while I laying in his house–in his bed.

What kind of girl was I becoming?

At least I got some sleep.