First kiss

Corleone’s pov

‘Yesterday wasn’t my intention’

I stared at the message for about an extra minute.

“Are you alright? You look pale.” Percy asked, touching my cheek.

I sighed, “I didn’t have enough sleep.”

“You never party?” She asked further.

I chuckled. “I do…I mean, I’ve gone to a lot of parties in Berlin. But I do not have this many lectures that choke me up in an entire week.”

“That’s understandable. You’d adjust soon enough.” She smiled.

My mind went back to Martil’s message. What part of yesterday wasn’t his intention? Was it when he dragged me out of my fun night? Or the way he held me last night?

What exactly was going on in that male’s head? I couldn’t figure it out. I tossed my phone into my bag as the bell rang for another lecture.

Unfortunately, my friends and I were separated. Davin and Percy had different lectures. I also headed to the hall where I had a different lecture.

By the time I got home, it was already past seven pm. To my surprise, Martil was sitting in the living room, sipping alcohol. I almost forgot I’d be seeing him around often since this was his house and he was still my stepbrother.

My heart aches at the mention of him being my stepbrother. I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him. Why was the universe so unfair? Was that the reason why he was pulling back?

“Tomorrow’s lecture is free.” I said,

Percy was on the call. “I can’t say who is happier between the two of us.” She giggled.

“We both know you are the laziest.” I laughed.

“Should we go out tomorrow and have some fun?”

“Alright. Is Davin coming too?”

“Nah. I think he has a game with his male friends too.”

“Okay.”

I hung up the call and threw my phone on the bed. I had just finished bathing so I stood, holding a small mirror in my hands and began to apply a face serum I knew nothing about.

All of a sudden, the door opened. I didn’t jump in fright because I thought it was mom but no, Martil was standing right in the doorway, staring at me.

“What do you think you are doing?” I frowned, holding the side of my towel.

I became hyper aware of his presence and the way his stares were making me feel hot underneath.

“Martil.”

“Nothing.” He cut me off, turning sideways as if he forgot what he came here for.

“Well, you should leave.” I turned, holding the mirror up to continue my night skin care.

Martil suddenly grabbed me, spinning me towards himself. “Fuck this.” I heard him mutter before he slammed his lips on mine.

I froze for half a second. Of course, I knew what he was doing but was he really….? Martil was kissing me.

“Fuck!” He pulled away when I was just about to respond.

“Are you just going to leave the both of us wanting?” I asked,

He groaned, ruffling his hair. “Fuck, this is really wrong. We are step siblings. I can’t fuck you.”

“But I want you to.” I bit my lips as I wasn’t sure where that courage came from.

He grabbed my face. “If we do this, Corley, there’s no going back.”

“Kiss me.” I said instead.

He didn’t waste time at all. He sucked in breath and claimed my lips. I matched his energy, and kissed him back with the same fire.

His tongue dug into my mouth as he rolled it forward, kissing my lips. God, he was exceptionally good at it. I hadn’t been kissed with so much force and passion before.

I moaned, heat pooling in between my legs. His hands grabbed my butts from outside the towel, squeezing lightly. He groaned into my mouth.

My back hit the closet door. Moans slipped out of me as my hands wrapped around his neck and his hand trailed the inside of my thighs, pinching it squarely.

“Oh my God.” I shook lightly as the pleasure built up within me.

My fingers dug into his hair as my body rocked against his in arousal. Gods, I wanted him so much. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted him to fuck —

“Sweetheart.” My mom called.

Martil pulled away sharply. “Shit.” He left the room in a hurry.

I didn’t stop him. I simply adjusted the towel wrapped around me which miraculously hadn’t fallen while on a make out with Martil.

I took the mirror and pretended with the skin care application. Except for my glaring swollen lips.

“Sweetheart, why is your door open? And it seems I saw someone come in.”

I glanced at her sideways from the mirror before I continued what I was doing. “There is heat and the air conditioner in my room isn’t working. Besides, there’s no one else in the house.”

“Honey, why didn’t you say the air conditioning wasn't working before now?”

I rolled my eyes. “I was in school throughout today. I just noticed.”

“Oh.” Of course, she had no idea. “Liam will fix it.” She left.

I heaved a sigh of relief, quickly closing the door before sitting on my bed. I parted my legs a little and I could see the wetness in my core from the large mirror that was standing in front of me.

This was it. It had started. What were we? Were we in a step-sibling relationship? I didn’t think I wanted a relationship after what my ex did to me? No, I hoped not.

Why hadn’t I thought about that before? What if Martil asked for a relationship? I grabbed my hair. That was almost impossible because I knew he may not want a relationship as well. Makes this thing between us easy.

I fixed everything and headed downstairs. I only had a milkshake and some fries in the morning. I needed a very good meal.

“Is Liam not home?” I asked, walking into the living room to see mom roaming around the kitchen.

“He has an important meeting.” She answered.

I scoffed. Who has an important meeting at ten o’clock? I wanted to tell her to use her brain but well, love has occupied it.

What about Martil? I wanted to ask but I already told her there was no one else in the house.

“Are you getting along with Martil well?” My mom suddenly asked and I coughed.

“Does it look like we are not?”

“Honey, that’s not what I meant. I barely see him here so I figured you may see him a lot in school.”

I shrugged, “I only had his class once and we didn’t even behave like we know each other.” I lied.

“That’s bad. You should be friendly.” She frowned.

“What if that person doesn’t want to be friends with you?” I asked.

She didn’t say anything else. The door opened and Liam came in. They presented their lovey doves right in front of me while I looked away, drinking some water from the bottle.

“Dinner is ready. You should freshen up first and get back downstairs.” Mom kissed him again.

I headed to the dining table and dug right in. I had an assignment to submit by twelve midnight. What kind of lecturer says that if he wasn't a maniac?

After a few minutes, Liam came back downstairs, fixing his robe. He sat beside mom and looked at me.

“I’ve been really busy that we’ve not caught up. How’s school?” Liam asked.

I nodded, obviously uninterested. “School is fine, thank you.” I managed a smile because of the way mom was looking at me from under her lashes.

“Where is Martil?” Liam suddenly asked, grabbing his fork.

“I haven’t seen him. I don’t think he is around.” Mom replied.

He dropped the fork a little loud that even attracted my attention. “Today is Friday. How many times do I need to tell him about family dinner?” He had a scowl on his face and his tone had raised high.

I was surprised. Family dinner or not, Martil was a full grown thirty plus adult, not some eight year old that still needs to taste his mother’s food and that was if his mother was actually still here.

“He may be busy with work. Besides, you didn’t tell me today is family dinner.”

Liam scoffed, “His work is being a professor and I believe that doesn’t stretch till 10pm in the night. Family dinner has to involve him.”

“Love, you can’t force him to be here all the time. He has a life too —“

Liam cut my mom off with a slam of his hand on the table. Anger rose up inside me.