My Stepbrother's Captivating Love

EMBERLY*Where the hell are my earbuds? I've got to get my ass outside to the gym as soon as possible. I have been searching all over my room for them for thirty minutes. I haven't lifted weights or anything of that nature in three days. "Derrick," I scream. "Did you steal my earbuds again? Derrick!" I call as I run through the Jack and Jill bathroom we share and burst through his door. He's sitting there rubbing his eyes and yawning from being woken up by my shrill screams. A tent was poking outward through the boxer shorts he slept in last night. I deflect my gaze toward the ceiling. "Where are my earbuds? I need them so I can go outside to the gym, maybe go out for a run. I have to do something, Cross Country and Volleyball tryouts are about to start. Hand them over," I said as I stuck my hand out and averted my gaze to the floor. "Why the hell would I have your precious earbuds if I have two sets of my own, Emberly? What time is it anyway? It's barely even light out, and we're

EMBERLY* I couldn't believe he had yelled at me about what I wore when I walked around like this daily. What? Is he punishing me for what happened this morning? He was supposed to have gone back to sleep. How the hell was I supposed to know he would show up and watch me? I already felt terrible for my body's actions, and then he saw the whole thing and made it worse. I can't seem to win, no matter what. Man, I can't wait to graduate in two years so I can get away from him. Knowing my luck, we would get sent to the same college, and then I'd have to put my head through a wood chipper. Yes, I would dive in headfirst and be happy to wake up in Heaven. I slammed my door, put my coke and the pizza down, grabbed a pillow, and screamed into it for what seemed like forever. But it was only until I had run out of breath and had to come up for air that I stopped. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I couldn't. I had to parade around in clothes I'll never wear again to appease my mother. I looked

DERRICK* "Seniors, finally can you believe it," Kendra said as she clapped her hands excitedly and then jumped up to kiss me on the cheek. "Yup, thank goodness only one more year, and I can get the heck out of this town," Emberly grumbled as we all made our way into the school. I know what Emberly means to say. She's ready to get as far away from me as humanly possible. With her SAT scores and the fact that she is only a few points behind me in becoming valedictorian, she has already been accepted to numerous colleges. Our parents, however, are pushing for us to go to Texas Tech and stay close to home. They want us here to run the home office while they travel. So me being the asshole that I am, I can't help what I say next. "Oh yes, a whole fifteen minutes away, how exciting," Emberly rolled her eyes. Emberly has gotten two acceptance letters from colleges in France, so she's not overly joyful about the fact that she's going to be stuck here with me. Life can be a bitch sometimes

EMBERLY* "You look flushed, honey. Are you feeling alright?" Mom asked as she placed a hand on my forehead. "I'm fine, mom. I only had ten minutes to get ready. Hence the messy bun I'm sporting today," I cringed as I looked down to see I was wearing two different colors of socks. Crap. Moments later, Derrick walked in looking sexy as usual, and I hated him for it. "You're going to school wearing that and looking like you just fell out of bed," Derrick mused and chuckled as if he didn't have his dick between my legs fifteen minutes ago. I glared at him and started shoveling bacon and eggs down my throat. "Are you allowed to wear those shorts to school?" Mom asked as she scrutinized my attire. "Bloody hell, I'll go change," I said as I got up quickly, making my chair fall to the floor. I ran to my closet and threw on some pants and changed into a T-shirt that wasn't four years old, and ran back downstairs. "There, everyone happy now," Derrick and mom nodded their approval, and I

EMBERLY* What the hell does he want to do with me? Did he say he was going to tie me up, or am I going nuts? I could flip out or go with it. Who knows, it could be fun, right? I have seen the Fifty Shades Of Grey movies and have always fantasized about being bound and spanked. Derrick isn't a highly skilled dominant, though, so... "Look out, world. I have my very own Christian Grey in the house. Do you know what to do with those?" I asked him, grinning at him. "I've watched porn. It can't be that hard," I smiled at Derrick and motioned for him to come to me seductively, put my wrist together, and held my hands out to him. "You are ok with this," Derrick said as he crawled up behind me, moved my hair, and nipped at my earlobe and neck. "Yeah, just don't hurt me. I'll let you know if I don't like it. Could you take me from behind?" "Anything you want, Ember," Derrick said as he grasped my neck, gave it a slight squeeze, and pinched a nipple with his other hand. I twirled my finger