All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Corleone’s pov It’s been three days. I haven’t seen Martil. No calls or text messages. As many times as I wanted to drop him a message, I decided against it by swiping off the message box each time. I sighed. Being home alone was quite terrible. I did nothing throughout today being a Sunday. I moved around the entire house, navigating through all the parts of the house that I hadn’t seen or the one I hadn’t been in. I ate, drank, watched videos, sat by the pool and did different kind of nonsense. It was past six pm. I didn’t sign for all of these boring moments when my mom insisted we should move. Now, she didn’t even have my time anymore. I didn’t know when I slept off on the couch. In about thirty minutes, I started hearing some kind of grunts that felt like it came from my dream. “Who is there?” My eyes snapped open. A dark shadow struggled to get into the house, locking the door as he sauntered against the opposite couch. It looked very familiar but the dim light didn’t allo

Corleone’s povI stared at his back until he left. I turned around and threw the towel in my hands against the couch as I sat on it and grabbed my hair.Martil was pissing me the fuck off and he knew it. He probably liked it, especially the reaction he was getting but I hated it. It wasn’t just curiosity, I wanted to concern for me but he wouldn’t let me.I needed to know how he was shot. Nobody disappears for three days and ends up with three bullets in his body. Not that I wanted to poke nose in his business but just a way to show him that I cared.Maybe I was starting to care too much. Maybe I was doing too much. Maybe I shouldn’t even be in his house in the first place. Maybe I never should have volunteered to help.I walked to the door, put on my flops and tried to open the door. I would leave, since that was what he wanted.“Where are you going?” Martil appeared to the living room from wherever he went to earlier.As I glanced back, I saw that he had freshened up and was now dre

Corleone’s povMy mouth was surely loose because I was starting to regret why I told him to handle me the same way he always handled his women.My brain had become foggy, thoughts thrown out of the window with the way his tongue dug into my pussy like he was taking a mouthful of ice cream.It was excitingly hot. I liked it. No, I loved it. I loved the way my legs trembled hard while he worked underneath me. The way his fingers slid into my vagina, my breathing almost seized.Martil worked on that land like he had known it for ages. He gave my labia minora like he knew every single part of those inner lips of my vagina.His fingers found my clitoris, the very most sensitive part of my walls….my g-spot, one I never thought was present there.“Oh my God.” I trembled.At some point, gripping his hair wasn’t enough for support anymore. I had to hold the wall, throwing my head backwards that it almost hit the hard wall.“You like that?” He murmured against my core.It was dripping so wet li

Corleone’s povHe was gone again.I sighed angrily. Why did he always do this? He left too the first time he kissed me. Before he got back, it was after three days. Who knew how long he’d be gone now? Was I going to be stuck here? Absolutely not.Immediately, I went in search of something I could wear. There were only T-shirts, and pants that couldn’t size my waist.I pulled out a grey T-shirt and slid it down my head. It stopped right in the middle of my thighs. I grabbed my phone and headed back to the living room.“Percy, can you come pick me up?” I texted in the group chat.I’d have asked Davin but things had been awkward between the both of us ever since the night where I rocked him and Martil pulled me away from him aggressively.“Oops babes!” She replied almost instantly. “Where are you?” She asked.I opened the entrance door and stepped out. Shit. I forgot I didn’t even know where I was. I didn’t know if we were in another city. I had no idea what street Martil’s house was or

Corleone’s povThe wall frame. I wondered who it was. It wasn’t anyone familiar but I was surprised at the human who stared right back at me.“A child.” I muttered unbelievably.A female child. One who couldn’t be less than twelve years. She had blonde hair like mine. All of a sudden, she felt strangely familiar.“Have I seen you somewhere?” Before that question could register in my mind, it vanished again.What if she was Martil’s child? What if he had birth her before? What if he had a wife —? The thoughts died again when I heard a horn.I grabbed the clothes I had on last night and headed out. “Percy.”“Babes!” Percy’s eyes widened as they scrutinized what I was wearing.“Please, don’t ask anything yet.” I said hurriedly while I got into the front seat/Percy chuckled and entered the driver’s seat. She drove out and I exhaled, glancing back at the house through the rear mirror.“Want to explain whose house that is and why you are dressed this way?” She finally asked.I sighed, “Don