This is really bad

Tatiana

When I make it out of the boys’ locker room, Hasan is nowhere in sight, almost as if he had vanished with the snap of his fingers. I dart outside the school, hoping to either catch him in the hallway or the at least the parking lot. He is in neither of them.

Upon walking back inside to grab my things, I bypass a group of girls clearly ecstatic about Hasan’s party. My mind urges me to tell them that there will be no party, because of course, there was no party. When did Hasan have time to prepare? Surely, he just wanted to get on my last nerves. But, did he have to go this far?

I grab my stuff and head back outside. The parking lot is now deserted. Panic settled within me and I sprint for my car. The bloody car doesn’t start. Again. I groan and repeatedly punch the steering wheel as though it was the cause of my misfortune. Seconds of raging and screaming at the universe, I finally feel calm. Just then, a car pulls up to me. It honks and I look up to find Emily rolling down her window.

“Need a ride?”

“Please. This b*tch refuses start.” I am already out my car when I give her an answer. We drive out the parking lot in silence but as we get to the highway, Emily turns on Taylor Swifts’ Long live and we jam to it. It is a thirty minutes’ drive from Windsor high back home. As we pull up the driveway, I begin to hear music blasting from inside. I guess Hasan was really pulling through with his party.

Emily, clearly ecstatic, practically skittles out of her car. Outside, she is unable to contain her happiness and urges me to hurry up. I reluctantly follow after her. I turn the doorknob and the music roaring throughout the foyer almost gives me a heart attack. Emily immediately disappears from my side to the pool area where some students were gathered.

I walk upstairs to my room, suddenly needing a warm shower to calm my nerves. I barely turn on the shower when I feel someone watching me. Covering my body as best as I could in such a situation, I turn, ready to spit venom at one of Hasan’s friends for daring to invade my privacy.

Only, it wasn’t Hasan’s friend. It was Hasan himself.

He stands effortlessly as the door of my bathroom, greedily taking in my wet naked body with a ferocious look in his eyes that instantly made me wet between my thighs - as though the steaming running water didn’t already do that.

I stood frozen on the spot. Hasan’s gaze lingers on my breast. Gently, he sticks out his tongue and lick his bottom lips. I should throw him out of my room. I should grab a towel and cover up. But something about the way Hasan stares at me, that hungry look in his eyes made my n*ppl*s hard and made me want to pose for him in my birthday suit, give him an image to stroke his c*ck to every night.

Wait, what? What the hell am I thinking?

“Hasan! Get out!” I shamefully grab my towel from the stand and wrap it around my body. My cheeks burned not only from embarrassment, but at the fact that I was having dirty thoughts as my step brother, who clearly didn’t have any problem ogling me.

“Oh, come on Taty,” he slurs out my name in a teasing yet casual way, as though watching me shower was a totally sane thing for siblings to do.

Step siblings.

“Don’t act all shy now.” Hasan steps fully into my bathroom, unbothered by the running shower. “Remember when you snuck into my room last night and felt me up?” his voice lowers into a sultry delicious tone that urged me to get on my knees and s*ck his c*ck.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Hasan. Leave before someone sees you in here and start spreading rumors.” I try to slip past his tall frame, but Hasan corners me. He brings his body close to mine. My entire body shivers and I nervously let the towel covering me lose.

Hasan stands a good four inches taller than me. He takes my chin in his hands and forces my gaze to his. “But you and I both know it’s not just some rumor, is it? I see how you look at me Taty. You want me to f*ck you, don’t you?”

F*ck! Why does he have to be so vulgar?

“You want me to f*ck you right here, right now with all our friends downstairs, don’t you?” Hasan’s hand leaves my chin and travels to my neck. He wraps his hands around my neck, squeezing gently, just enough to leave me starving for more.

“The thrill of being caught on your knees sucking my c*ck turns you one, mmm?” Hasan’s caresses his lips against mine and a whiny grunt escapes my lips. Just when I thought he would end his torture and kiss me, he pulls away and I almost, almost got on my knees and milk his c*ck.

“Who would have thought goody two shoes Tatiana Olivera is a nasty sl*t who fantasies about f*ck*ng her step brother?” Hasan continues his teasing. He inserts in middle finger in my mouth and I greedily s*ck on it, picturing it to be his c*ck. Hasan’s mouth parts open, his brows cresting as he watches me s*ck his middle finger like a kid sucking on a candy cane. I frowned when he pulled out his middle finger.

He grabs my chin with a fierceness that sent me on edge. “Open your mouth.” He orders and I obey. He heaves in a heavy sigh as though calming himself and before I knew it, liquid drops into my mouth.

Did.. did he just spit in my mouth? It tastes divine. It tastes like him. And I want more.

“Swallow.” I meet his gaze as I gulp down his saliva.

A proud smile appears on his face. “There’s my good little sl*t.” He praises and my insides tingled. But before I could drink in the praises of my step brother, his moral switch comes on and he pulled away from me as though I burn like lava. Without uttering a word to me, Hasan is out of my bathroom, leaving the taste of immorality and his touch with me. I stand bamboozled in the bathroom, my thoughts running a gazillion miles per second.

What in the actual f*ck just happened? No, like seriously. What in the actual bloody f*ck was that?

Hasan knows I have these weird feelings for him. He knows I have been sneaking into his room. No. No. no, no, no, no! This is bad. Really, really bad.

This couldn’t be happening. If anyone found out, I’d be done for! I could lose everything I’ve worked hard for. Panic coils in the pit of my stomach, bile rising up my throat.

I didn’t realise I’d left my bathroom and began pacing in my bedroom until soft hands grab my shoulders, grounding me. My eyes zero in on Emily’s worried gaze.

“Taty?” her voice is a little distant. “Are you okay? I just saw Hasan leave you room.” She speaks in a way that makes my heart drop to my chest. Does she know what just transpired between Hasan and I?

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