Chapter 4: I slept With My Stepbrother

STACY

I can't breathe.

I don't want to breathe.

His lips capture mine in a warmth, breathtaking embrace, our bodies collide and my heart skips a beat. It’s even more perfect than I imagined, His hand cups my cheeks, moving my head in directions he wants me.

His tongue grazes mine, the feeling is foreign so my tongue pulls back but his hand moves upwards to my hair, his fingers digging deep as he presses me even deeper. His breathes are harsh and so are mine but he isn't pulling away, for some reason. I don't want him to.

He tastes like mint mixed with vanilla, a weird combination that just happens to make sense. “ You taste so good,” He breaths into my mouth, “ Even better than I imagined.” My fingers tighten around his shirt as I try to match his pace, his hunger, his desire.

He pulls away, his lips swollen and slick. His arms curl around me and he lifts me off the ground. His gaze doesn't leave mine as walks to a black motorcycle.

“ Where are we going?” I ask.

He places me on the motorcycle seat, my back rests against the handlebars, “ Somewhere not to far from here.” He replies and pushes the bike forward.

His muscles flex as he pushes like I weigh nothing. He doesn't stop till we reach a bridge. He parks to the side and helps me off the bike, securing me in his arms. He walks me to the bottom of the bright right near the waters. He spreads his jacket and lays me down.

He cages me between his arms, his gaze roams over my skin, eating me with his eyes. He leans down, not to my face to my chest, his teeth finds the small string the held my dress up and slowly he pulls, the bow Nika worked so hard on falls in lines over my chest.

“ You look so beautiful.” He says, I can tell it's genuine from the look in his eyes.

He looks at me like I'm his.

Like he owns me.

Like I'm the most beautiful person to him.

It makes heat pepper my skin.

He kisses me and this time, I'm the one who cups his face, matching his energy. He bites my lower lips, the metallic taste mixes with the kiss making the whole thing even hotter.

His hands work magic on my dress and soon it's off me and his hands are fondling my breasts.

He gives it hard squeeze, a moan escapes me and he devours it, his tongue twisting and swirling around my mouth.

He brushes his fingers over my already hard nipples, electricity jolts through me making my toes curl and stomach tighten. He pulls away, air rushes in to fill my lungs. His lips move hungrily over me. Licking the vast expanse of skin the air grows a degree colder with each lick which informs me of how painfully exposed I am at night.

Anyone can walk by and see us but at this point I'm too far gone to come back.

His calloused fingers grazed my skin making shudder as his lips suck on my left nipple. My toes and fingers dig into the dirt and something between my thighs seems to clench.

He grinds it between his molars, I'm a moaning mess. My hands leave the dirt and goes to his hair, gripping firmly, guiding him as he takes me to a new level of ecstacy. My hands are probably dirty but he doesn't seem to care as he licks me like I'd never been licked.

His hands crawl over my skin. Moving down to my stomach, then even lower between my thighs, my pussy clenchs in anticipation as he shoves two fingers into me, spreading them wide inside me.

“ Oh My God.” He mouth is still on me so I can feel him smirk. Slowly he pulls away, my nipple red and glistening with his salvia. His hands reach for his pants and brings out his length.

The rest is a blur but one thing I know is that I won't be the same after that.

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My eyes open and I'm met with the familiar walls of my bedroom, my head throbs, the morning lights burns into my retinas making me shut my eyes then open them repeatedly to adjust them to the light.

My body aches.

Especially between my thighs.

I still remember how he felt inside me, how he made me moan till I couldn't speak anymore, how he licked and kissed every inch of me till there was nothing left. After which he probably brought me home.

Right—

Home.

Where my mother is getting married to some guy.

I'm about to take a step forward when I notice that all my stuff has been packed into a big pink suitcase. All that was left was a brown sun dress and blue jean jacket. My brows lift and I bolt out the room, making my way to the kitchen.

Mother's humming echoes and sweet smell of pancakes fill the air but that's why I'm here. “ Why are my things packed into a suitcase?”

Mother turns with her brows set in a frown. “ Is that your way of greeting your mother?”

“ I asked a question mother?”

She sighs, lifting her gaze from the stuff she was serving. “ We're moving to your Stepdad’s he wants us to bond as a family and plan for the wedding .”

“ Who says I'm going?”

“ I say so…” a masculine voice says from beside me, the person walks to mother. Wrapping his hand around her waist and kissing her, I barely stop myself from gagging. “ Good morning Stacy, I'm Jacob Henderson. Your stepfather and that's Joshua Henderson my step son.”

Another person emerges from behind me, bearing plates and an apron and my world stops, my jaw dropping to the floor.

It's him.

That guy.

From last night.

We… he….

We slept together??!!

Oh my God!

This isn't possible.

It can't be.

He flashes me a smirk, handing my mother the plates. “ Hi, I'm Joshua. Your Stepbrother.”

Jesus Christ!

I slept with my Stepbrother.