SIX : OLIVIA

OLIVIA

By the time my heart stopped racing and I was calm, I quickly cleaned up, trying to ignore the fact that I just masturbated and came, hard, to the thought of my stepbrother. My super hot stepbrother that I just met yesterday.

After changing into a different wear, I was about to take a seat at my new reading nook when a knock, came on the door.

"Come in." I called out, grateful that nothing was going on at the moment. The door opened slowly.

Adrian stepped in, casual, yet somehow he always carried that air of control that made my chest tighten. “Hey,” he said softly, giving me a small smile.

“Hi,” I replied, trying to sound normal, though my mind was screaming in protest. Why was he here? Why now? Just few minutes after I had just fantasised about him.

“I thought I’d see what you were up to,” he said, leaning against the doorway. “This reading nook is nice.”

I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close he was, the faint scent of him lingering in the room—something clean, but warm. “Yeah… it’s… quiet here,” I muttered, pretending to adjust a cushion.

He took a step closer, and my heart did that stupid, uncontrollable flutter. “You’ve been keeping busy?” he asked, his voice lower now, more personal. There was no teasing in it, just… curiosity. Concern, maybe.

“Uh… yeah, just… settling in,” I said, my hands fidgeting with the book I hadn’t opened yet. I couldn’t meet his eyes for too long; they drew me in. I tried, really tried, to act normal.

"Good to see you getting used to being here." he was closer now, and my heart was beating so loud that it thundered in my ears. I could barely hear anything else.

"It's great here, I will be starting school soon and maybe I will have friends unlike back at my former school." I said, clearing my throat not to sound so out of breath.

"You didn't used to have friends?" he asked.

I shook my head. "They were all so loud, looked down on you if you don't wear the latest stuffs, so I just kept to myself."

A pause stretched between us, neither of us saying nothing. "I'm sure you will meet someone at Beacon Hills." Adrian said.

"I hope so, it feels like they might even be a little worst than those at my former school." I said to him.

Adrian sat on the lounge chair, and I raised my legs to give him space. "Of course, they will always be there but it is not everyone that is like that." he said.

I shrugged. "We will see."

I leaned back against the cushions, letting out a soft sigh as I stretched my legs over the edge of the lounge. My mind wandered—again—to Adrian, to the way he looked so effortless, so confident. I barely noticed as my leg brushed against his thigh.

For a moment, nothing happened. I froze, heart skipping a beat, convinced he had noticed. But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t say a word. I tilted my head, pretending not to care, though my face was warm and my mind in chaos.

We continued talking, about school, about the house, and he listened—really listened. His calm presence made it easy to talk, easy to let my walls down just a little. I laughed softly at one of his dry jokes, and for a second, the accidental touch was the only thing I was aware of.

Then, as if he sensed it, Adrian’s hand brushed against my foot. My eyes went wide. My heart hammered painfully in my chest. I jerked my leg back, trying to regain control of the moment, my cheeks burning.

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, glancing at him. “I didn’t mean—”

"It's nothing." he said, his hand was still on my feet, still stroking lightly, we stared into each other's eyes. Drawn to whatever this was, between us.

Then the intercom in my room rang, breaking us out of the trance. Adrian cleared his throat and stood up, offering his hand to help me down. His voice was calm, grounding, but carried that familiar air of control that made my chest tighten. “Come on, dinner’s ready,” he said softly.

I bit my lip, flustered, yet there was a strange comfort in following him. As we walked toward the dining room, the tension between us hung unspoken, electric. I tried to focus on anything else—the glow of the chandeliers, the polished floors, the scent of the house—but every step I took, I felt the memory of that contact burning on my skin.

When we got to the dining table, dad was already sitted there.

"Good evening dad." Adrian greeted.

"Good evening." I said and took my seat. He smiled at the both of us.

"Good evening, how was your day?" Dad asked, his eyes darting between us with a hint of curiosity.

"Great, I looked around everywhere. Adrian showed me around too." I replied.

"Good to hear. I hope you are liking it here?" he asked as the food were being served.

"Mm-hm." I nodded, already looking at the yummy plate of seafood pasta in front of me.

We began to eat, chatting a little. Dad kept asking me different questions like I'm still a toddler. Adrian assured him that he will make sure I settle down well before he finally left it.

"Before I forget, " Dad said. We were done eating already. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bank card. "This is your pocket money."

I stretched my hand out to collect the card. "Thank you very much." I said.

He waved his hand dismissive, "It's nothing, I'm meant to give you, as a parent." he said.

I don't know why, but something was telling me that the money in this card won't be a small sum.

"The pin is your birthday." Dad said to me. I nodded and put it away in my pocket. Paying attention to the plate of dessert in my presence.

Dad excused himself and left the table since he does not eat desserts.

"Goodnight."i said to him.

He smiled, patting my shoulder before leaving me, alone with Adrian.

I looked at him to see that was already eating his own plate of dessert and I also dug into the delicious blueberry cake. As we ate, I tried and failed-woefully-to avoid looking at Adrian as he ate.

I have no idea why, but the scene of him eating a cake had me swallowing hard.

I tried to focus on my blueberry cake, letting the sweet, soft texture ground me. But the way he leaned forward slightly, his jaw flexing as he chewed, made it nearly impossible. My mind refused to cooperate, filling instead with images of him in the reading nook, his hand brushing mine… the memory of that contact sending a shiver through me all over again.

“Olivia?” His voice pulled me back.

“Huh? Oh, sorry… I was just… thinking,” I said quickly, forcing my gaze back to my plate.

“You okay?” he asked, looking at me with genuine concern. His brows knitted slightly, not in irritation, but in a way that made me want to melt.

“I’m fine,” I said softly, though the flutter in my chest betrayed me. “Really.”

He nodded, returning to his dessert, but his eyes kept flicking toward me. I could feel the unspoken tension, the unacknowledged pull that neither of us dared name. Every glance, every shared silence, seemed charged with something more than just sibling familiarity.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Focus on the cake. Focus on breathing. Focus on anything but him.

When the last bite of dessert was gone, Adrian pushed his plate away slowly, the motion deliberate. “I should go,” he said softly, but he didn’t leave immediately. He lingered, leaning slightly on the table, watching me.

I swallowed hard, suddenly shy and aware of how close we were, how intimate this quiet moment felt. “Okay,” I murmured.

He left his seat and turned around the table to leave. He came to my side and leaned down, I gripped my fork harder, trying not to look at him.

"Goodnight." he whispered close to my ears, and I felt it, a light kiss on my cheek.

My eyes widened, shocked, dazed. By the time my heart stopped beating hard, I was the only one in the dining room.

I then began to wonder if I was hallucinating, but I wasn't, I could still feel his lips on my cheek. I left the remaining blueberry cake and left the dining room, making sure to thank the staffs on my way out.

I ran up to my room, locked the door immediately I got inside and buried myself under the huge duvet wondering what the hell just happened.