3: A Midnight Welcome Gift

BROOKS

I really did scream.

Over and over again.

While he fucked me into the bed, while he reached depths that made me see stars, while he reached over to pinch my clit and earn a whimper from me.

I screamed.

My body was far too gone, too messy with the pleasure that was wrecking my body. It felt like I was coming apart and being out together again. It felt like heaven and hell and everything in between.

His thrusts were savaging and destructive but I welcomed them, I raised my ass to receive his strokes better.

He pulled away when he was done, and he tucked himself away while looking down at me like I was nothing but a prey he wanted to destroy over and over again.

“Welcome to the family, step-sister,” was all he said in that condescending tone before he saw himself out of my room.

I remained on my bed, chest heaving and pussy still dripping. I waited for this dream to pass, for me to wake up from this nightmare where I allowed my stepbrother to welcome me into the family by fucking me on my first night here.

But I didn't wake up. I wasn't going to wake up.

The lucidity of my thoughts made me realize that this wasn't a dream; it was real.

I really did hook up with Heath on my first night in the house.

What the…

*****

I woke up with shame clinging to me like a second skin.

I scalded my body with hot water in the name of showering. I wanted to get rid of the tiniest bit of reminder of what we were up to, but it was imprinted in my memory, and it kept playing on my mind on a loop.

The way he held me down to fuck me, the way he caused moans and whimpers from me, the way he sounded when he came on my boobs.

Last night was nothing compared to the first time we hooked up. We had hours to explore each other's bodies and cum multiple times in the previous night but even last night, with how fast it was still left me breathless, still left me wanting for more.

God! What was I becoming? This was my stepbrother we were talking about here.

I needed an exorcism or anything to banish this filthy evil that was growing within me. I stayed in my room even though I was starving, but going downstairs and running into him wasn't an option.

I was going to avoid him as much as possible.

But just before noon, I realized I couldn't stay holed up in my room again. The hunger was ravaging, having drained my energy the night before. So, I had to sneak out of my room and head to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat.

“Good morning, Miss Brooks,” a feminine voice startled me the minute I entered the kitchen. It was a maid in an apron, “Please have your seat at the dining table. I'll serve your breakfast now.”

I insisted on serving my breakfast myself, but she was having none of it, so I had to go to the dining room. I sat there, grateful for the silence and stillness of the enormous palace. Everything was impeccable, dripping with gold and royalty – from the chairs to the paintings to the artworks. Everywhere was quiet, and I assumed the brothers were not around. I was grateful for that. At least, I wasn’t going to run into Heath today.

The maid served my breakfast, or rather, my early lunch, as it was already noon. I started eating - started wolfing it down, and I was surprised at how hungry I was. I was almost done eating when another person joined me at the table.

He wordlessly took his seat across from me and said to the maid, “Lily, please serve my lunch.”

The maid disappeared to the kitchen, and suddenly it was hard to eat, to chew, to swallow. I was acutely aware of everything, of him sitting across from me, headset on and ignoring me.

“Hmm, good afternoon,” I found myself saying when I couldn't handle the silence anymore.

The only reply I got was a brief nod, but he could as well have nodded at whatever music he was listening to.

“I'm Brooks,” I continued, “but I'm sure you already know my name. We're Stepsiblings now, and I was hoping we could get along.”

That earned a chuckle from him. He looked up from the phone he had been pressing, and for a brief moment, I felt dizzy, and I forgot how to breathe. Faces shouldn't look like this, like art.

“And what kind of getting along are you hoping for? The kind where I back you against the sink and have my palm up your thigh?”

I choked on nothingness, and I had to pat my chest as I coughed uncontrollably.

“I thought as much,” he dismissed me at the same time Lily returned with his tray of food. My food instantly turned to bile in my mouth. How was I going to explain the compromising position he saw me in with Heath?

How do I even explain it when it was true? When I allowed him to go further than putting his hand on my thighs last night.

I stood up and did the walk of shame to my room, hoping to throw myself in bed and sleep the day away. I'd have plotted my escape by going over to either Sara's or Ben’s house and staying there till Mom returned. They used to be my best people, but not anymore.

Thinking about them made me feel like hitting rock bottom over and over again.

I entered my room only for a loud shriek to leave my mouth. I jumped, and my instinctive reaction was to bolt, but that was before I got a clear view of who was in my room.

It was Stephan Romano. The first brother who runs the family's company, the one who creeped me out during the first dinner because he wouldn't stop staring at me, and then ignored me all through the ceremony yesterday.

It was that same Stephan Romano who was in my room right now.