Zoey

Ronnie's point of view:

I was shocked, and it must have shown on my face. 

I stammered a bit, trying to explain that I was Derek's step-sister and that we had just moved into the bungalow together.

The girl was not happy and she continued to glare at me with an expression of suspicion and anger. 

"He never told me he's got a step sister," she said, leaning towards me, her eyes squinting at me. "You're lying."

It was a very uncomfortable situation and I didn't know how to handle it. 

All I could do was hope that Derek would come out of his room soon and diffuse the situation.

"Why don't I call him for you?" I asked. "He's in his room."

"Don't worry, I'll call him myself," she said, then pushed me aside, walking into the house like she owned it. 

I was incredibly mad at her. Who does she think she is, walking in like that?

I hate her. There's no mistaking it. I hate her already. 

I watched as Derek's girlfriend walked around the house, shouting his name loudly. 

It was obvious she was trying to cause a scene, and I was quickly growing tired of it. 

My annoyance was palpable as I watched her.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I walked up to her, drew her back and told her not to just waltz into the house and act like she owned the place. 

I was tired of her antics, and I wasn't going to let her disrupt my peace.

Derek's girlfriend challenged me, and I could see the anger in her eyes. 

"Oh yeah?" she slapped my hand off her wrist and stepped up close to me that our nose nearly touched. "What you're gonna do about it?"

I wasn't ready for a fight, but she wasn't backing down either.  

I decided to play it cool. I haven't fought with a girl before and definitely not over a boy. 

The silence between us was grave. 

"What's your name?" she demanded, her eyes probing mine. 

I replied simply, "Ronnie."

She retorted with her own name, "The name's Zoey. I'll give you a warning. Never touch me or it's the last thing you'd do, ugly."

Did this bitch just called me ugly?

I was fuming at this point, and I felt like punching her.

Just then, Derek appeared from his room, bare chested with only his shorts on.  

"What's going on here?" He demanded tirelessly, looking hot and sexy. 

On seeing him, Zoey cheered and ran up to embrace him, kissing him passionately. 

I was left standing there, angrier than before but with no outlet for my frustration.

My eyes locked on Zoey as she kissed Derek. 

Anger bubbled within me, how could he do this to me? How could he kiss her right in front of me?

Before I could even process my thoughts, Zoey suddenly turned to meet my gaze, her lips still locked in the kiss. 

I could feel her mocking and jeering at me with her eyes. 

It made me think she was doing it on purpose, trying to see if I would react suspiciously.

But I couldn't take it anymore, I broke their kiss by coughing loudly. 

"Would you two knock it off?" I said, my voice hard. "I'm right over here and I'm grossed."

I noticed Derek was uncomfortable around Zoey. 

His eyes told me he was suffering just being in her presence.

He quickly apologized to me, chuckling uneasily. "Sorry you had to see that. I guess Zoey's a little excited to see me."

Zoey scoffed then pointed at me and demanded to know why Derek never told her he had a step-sister. 

"Or are you up to your old little tricks again?" She demanded, her eyes like daggers. 

Derek stumbled for a reply, but before he could say anything, I interrupted and asked Zoey what she was doing at our house.

"Did you say our?" She asked, looking surprised. "Don't Tell me you two live together."

"Isn't that obvious from the look of things?" I asked, crossing my arms. 

Zoey didn't like this as much as I wanted her not to like it. 

She returned to Derek. "Is this true? Tell me this isn't true?"

Derek sighed. "Pa remarried, Zoey. She's my stepsister and yeah, Pa arranged it we live together here on campus."

Zoey glared at me one last time, accessing me from my head to my toes. 

"I don't know," she said, giving Derek that look. "She's too hot to be your step sister. Have you made a move on her yet?"

"The hell!" I exclaimed, heat rising to my cheeks. 

I was embarrassed but Derek kept calm. He seemed used to this kind of thing from Zoey. 

"You're unbelievable," he said quietly. "I'd never do something that stupid."

Would he? I remembered last night. 

He might be drunk last night but I'll never forget that seductive look in his eyes as he licked my ear.

Suddenly, Zoey started crying. 

I stiffened. For real? She was crying? Why the hell was she crying?

Derek stared blankly at her. He showed no emotions nor a reaction. It was as if those tears of hers didn't mean shit to him.  

"You're mean, Derek," Zoey cried. "You never called me, you never text, you never reply my voicemails. That doesn't sound fair."

Derek said nothing. 

"When I heard you left home for Griffin Elites University, I made up my mind to come check up on you," she sobbed. 

"I flew my ass here because I was worried you'd moved on with another girl. You don't even seem happy to see. That's so not fair."

Derek rolled his eyes, and then noticing the creases on my face, he introduced Zoey to me.

He introduced her as his girlfriend from back home. 

Zoey clung onto him possessively, sticking her tongue out at me when he wasn't looking. 

I was confused, wondering if Zoey was the girl I had caught Derek with kissing at the back of campus. 

If Zoey wasn't her then Who the hell was she? 

I couldn't bring myself to ask Derek. He might think I was spying on him. 

"Zoey I appreciate the visit but I think it's about time you leave," he said finally. 

Zoey shook her head. "Who said anything about me leaving? I'm staying here with you tonight."

"No you're not," Derek said sharply. He didn't like the idea as much as I don't. "I'm in school now. Besides we've only got two bedrooms."

"You're hurting me," she sniffed. "You'd rather I leave than spend just one night with you?"

The thought of the both of them spending a night together in Derek's bedroom made me sick. 

I hope Derek turned her down. 

Derek regarded Zoey for sometime. "I'll let you stay on two conditions."

Derek's conditions were simple, Zoey can only stay the night and she leaves tomorrow morning as early as possible. 

His second condition has to do with her never bothering him with unexpected visits.  

Of course Zoey accepted. She was as happy as a puppy. But I wasn't happy. 

Why didn't he turn her down? Why couldn't he just tell her to go home or find somewhere else to spend the night?

"Sorry about this, little sis," Derek smirked, charmingly. "But I can't turn Zoey down. She's staying the night."

He made it sound like he's in charge, like he makes the rules and everything and there's nothing I can do about it.  

I didn't say anything. I turned around and marched to my room, slamming it shut. 

                           * * * * 

That night, I could sleep. 

Aaah aah, mmmmh mmmhmmh oh yeah baby oh yeah! aah aah ,sssssc, Sascha, oh oh, oh, ahhh ahh

I was lying in my bedroom, trying to get some sleep but, it seemed almost impossible with the noises coming from the room beside mine. 

Zoey was making these loud moans that echoed through the walls, and it was driving me crazy. 

The pounding sound was like a drum, each beat hitting my eardrum with a strong force. 

It was a clear indication of what was happening in that room and with whom. 

"That's it, daddy," Zoey caught her breath sharply. "Yeah, right there.... Aaah, I feel so good."

I knew it was Derek causing Zoey to moan like that. The thought of it made me feel hot and bothered. 

I couldn't help but feel a little envious of Zoey knowing that it wasn't me in there with Derek. 

She was in the other room, experiencing all the pleasure that I had only ever imagined. 

It sucks to be a virgin. It even sucks to listen to my step brother, screwing another girl next to my room. 

I felt a surge of urges as I wished it was me in her place.

My mind wandered to naughty thoughts, imagining what it would be like to be in Zoey's position. 

As the pounding sound got louder and Zoey's moans filled my ears, I felt my body start to sweat and twist. 

My hands started moving on its own accord and slipped through my night wear, touching my breasts and hardened nipples. 

"Oh my gawd," Zoey was moaning faster. "Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd. I'm coming. I'm gonna come. Don't stop."

The pounding and moans got louder, and I felt a burning sensation all over my body. 

I knew I shouldn't be thinking like this, but I couldn't help it. 

I couldn't help imagining Derek's putting me in different positions, and turning me into a slut. 

The sounds from the other room were too much for me to bear, and I couldn't shake the desire to be in Zoey's place. 

Suddenly, Zoey screamed in ecstacy as they both climaxed hard. It was then I realized just how wet my pussy was. 

I was left with a longing that I couldn't satisfy, and I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of myself.