Chapter 6

Michal’s POV 

Returning home felt like stepping into a recurring scene from a sitcom, the same old bickering firing off between Sebastian and Shelly like it was a script they rehearsed every day. 

Honestly, they both really just need to address whatever's simmering beneath the surface, as it’s starting to drive me up the wall.

Sure, they’re technically step-siblings, but come on, in the grand scheme of things, it’s hardly scandalous. Sebastian has confided in me about his conflicting feelings. 

He tries to dismiss them, caught in a tug-of-war between desire and what he perceives as moral boundaries.

He rationalizes his hesitance by deeming it inappropriate, which is understandable and all, but sometimes I think, what’s the harm in being true to what you feel?

With the satisfying slam of Shelly’s bedroom door reverberating through the house, I feel a wave of relief. Their clamor is finally over. 

As anticipated, Sebastian's heavy footsteps clunk down the stairs towards the kitchen, weighted with unresolved tension.

“Hey man, so how’d it go?” I ask, though his eye-roll gives it away; the storm hasn’t cleared.

“She’s one hell of a stubborn woman. I’m just trying to keep her safe from the madness out there, but she never seems to get it.

We live in a chaotic world, and being involved with the mafia is like standing on a cliff’s edge, ready to topple into danger.”

“Maybe it's time to just act on it. You've got feelings, she's got feelings. You know my stand on this – no one's gonna judge. The people that matter won't mind, and those who mind don’t matter.”

Sebastian just gives a grunt as if to say ‘enough’, then drifts back upstairs, probably fed up with hearing me say what he already knows is true. With a resigned sigh, I finish my sandwich and head up to my own room, the noise fading as I climb the stairs.

Almost immediately, I caught a little ruckus from Shelly’s room. The noise hints she's up to her usual antics again. I peek inside and, as expected, her window is wide open. The silhouette of her figure is mid-jump, gracefully reaching the sturdy tree just outside.

She twists around, catching sight of me watching her caper. Her eyes narrow into a deadly glare. “Michal, you better not breathe a word of this or I’ll make sure you regret it!” she warns, fierce and fiery.

I chuckle, raising my hands in mock surrender, not wanting to entangle myself in their sibling drama. “No worries, Shelly. My lips are sealed. That’s one battlefield I’m smart enough to avoid.”

“Good,” she smirks, “now vanish before Sebastian spots me! I don’t have the energy to deal with him right now.”

I nod understandingly, letting her have her clandestine escape as I retreat to my own space, pondering their tangled lives.

She’s most likely making her way over to Sabrina’s place anyway, so I’m not too worried about her being in any real danger. Still, I find it difficult to shake a sense of unease. 

“Sorry, Shelley,” but If Sebastian asks, I might have to tell him the truth. I think to myself, "I’m going to have to tell him the truth."

I quickly convinced myself because lying to the mafia boss wouldn’t do me any good or her. Plus they don’t call me the second in command for nothing.

Speaking of Sabrina, she's been occupying my mind since we dropped her off at her house. The way Sabrina was clad in that tight, short dress made her look as alluring as ever. 

It had been incredibly hard for me to help carry her out of the car without letting my imagination wander. I kept visualizing her without that dress, picturing exactly how she would look and let me tell you, the image was nothing short of breathtaking.

Sabrina’s legs are long and perfectly tanned, a testament to the beautiful weather we’ve been having. Her blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, shimmering in the light, while her captivating blue eyes seem to reflect the clear sky. 

Everything about her, from her physique to her confidence, curves in all the right ways and places. It truly does things to me that I can’t quite explain.

 Speaking of which, I can feel a stirring within me just thinking about her, and it’s becoming quite the distraction.

Fantastic. Now I’ve got the added inconvenience of having to take a cold shower before heading to bed. If you catch my drift, this guy won’t be calming down any other way. 

I make my way to my room, in need of privacy and solitude. As soon as I arrive, I head straight to the bathroom, eager to cool down and compose myself.

 I twist the faucet, and the sound of rushing water fills the small space. Hopefully, a cold shower will do the trick to clear my mind and bring me back to a more collected state.

Stepping into the cool shower, my body suddenly gets goosebumps from it, but of course it doesn’t help my wandering thoughts of Sabrina. So I do what any man would do.

I fantasize even more about what was wrong with me. I’m too old for her and she’s still in high school. For crying out loud, but a little fantasizing never heard anyone and always that I know of so I do just that.

Grabbing my long wide dick I start to stroke it. Imagining Sabrina‘s huge tits, and pretending my hands are roaming all over her body. She feels amazing. She gets goosebumps from my touch and she’s so responsive.

She moves out my name when I stroke myself faster making my way down to her tight pussy. I rub circles with my fingers around it so are you putting one inside? She sucks it in her life depends on it.

Oh my Michael that feels amazing! Don’t stop, never stop.

Then I imagine her soft plump lips wrapped around my cock and she takes it all in until the hilt touches the back of her throat. No gag reflex I can do with this. Moving my hand, faster over my dick. I still pretend that it’s her mouth.

She deep throat me and that’s all it takes for me to explode down her throat. Moaning at her name in the process as my cum goes all over the shower wall. Finally feeling relieved I got out of the shower.

Damn, I can’t wait to feel the real thing one day. To experience every sensation, the warmth, the passion everything I'm missing out on at the moment.

 But until that day comes, until that magical moment when I can finally have Sabrina, my hand and my overactive imagination are just going to have to do the trick. My mind is a playground of fantasies, a vivid realm where every detail feels almost tangible, yet remains tantalizingly out of reach.

Finally, after a much-needed cold shower to quiet my restless thoughts, I pull on my clothes. A pair of comfortable sweatpants and a soft t-shirt is my usual attire for winding down before bed. 

Just as I'm about to settle into the solace of my room, hoping for a peaceful night free from worries, I hear footsteps approaching. It's Sebastian. Great. 

He usually appears around this time, maybe to check on Shelly or perhaps to apologize for something he might not even be responsible for. He has a habit of over-apologizing, always wanting to smooth things over.

But Shelly, his lovely sister, made her escape not too long ago, taking off through the bedroom window with the stealth and precision of someone who’s endlessly practiced such a maneuver. 

It's become almost routine for her, making sure she avoids any confrontation or lecture that might be heading her way. Seconds later, my bedroom door creaks open, and there stands Sebastian. 

His expression is intense, his brow slightly furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. The look on his face unmistakably screams, “I am no longer playing her games.” 

It’s a look I know all too well; a flash of determination mixed with a hint of frustration. I can’t help but groan inwardly, thinking to myself, “Here we go again.”

His presence fills the room with an unspoken tension. It's as if he carries an invisible weight of all the little dramas and misunderstandings that life in a house full of spirited individuals like us could bring. 

I can see the gears turning in his head, ready to voice his concerns or share his plans to set things right, as he often does.

I brace myself, preparing for the inevitable conversation that’s bound to unfold. The same cycle, the same back-and-forth that we've gone through countless times before. 

Yet, despite having been through this numerous times, each instance feels like a never ending battle with two until I come up with an idea so Sebastian can catch her off gaurd and in the act once again.