“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I ask. “A room full of books and you want to smoke? Plus, my father and the maids will smell it. You won’t get more than two drags…”
“Then I better make them count,” he says.
So damn cocky.
Jake takes out a lighter and when it’s an inch from the cigarette, I let out a groan.
“He got married on vacation,” I say. “Without warning. Without telling me. Without… anything…”
Jake sighs. He puts the lighter away. He takes the smoke from his lips and puts that away too. “Is it that bad?”
“I slept with my stepbrother,” I whisper. “That’s…”
Jake smirks. “First, who the fuck cares? We’re adults. We’re not related at all. We never will be. Fuck it. And second, I fucked you before our parents got married. I had no idea they were dating or fucking or whatever.”
I cringe at the thought of my father fucking someone.
“So you didn’t know they were getting married? Or that they were married?”
Jake hesitates a little. He looks away. “I didn’t know they were whatever.”
“You knew they were married?”
“Rebecca…”
“Your mother…”
“Don’t fucking put your nose where it doesn’t belong, sweetie,” Jake growls. “Rebecca told me…”
That’s all I need to hear.
Jake still has his head turned. I walk up to him and slap him across the face. The sound of the smack reverberates throughout the library.
Jake looks at me, fire in his eyes. He storms at me. I try to hurry back but slam into the table. But he doesn’t stop. His body touches mine, pressing hard against mine.
He stares down at me.
“How did that fucking feel?” he asks.
“The truth? Good.”
“You regret letting me fuck you?”
“If I remember right, I was on top of you.”
“Who the fuck put you there, sweetie?”
My jaw drops. “I…”
“And who the fuck held you there? Guiding that tight pussy up and down my cock. Feeling every inch of my body. Working with your desire as I made you come so fucking hard you couldn’t breathe. Let me ask you, can you breathe right now?”
His mouth is an inch from mine. No man has ever looked at me like this before. No man has ever put me in this kind of position before. I don’t know how to handle myself. I can’t kiss him. No way in hell. He’s… well, he’s my stepbrother. It would be wrong. So fucking wrong.
“Cat got your tongue?” he asks.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I say. “You’re disgusting.”
Jake actually listens and backs up an inch. I think, for a second, maybe he’s being normal right now. But he reaches down and cups his stuff.
“No, sweetie, I’m not disgusting. You are. With the thoughts in your mind right now. And you want it. So bad. Plus, I just went bat for you.”
“I hate you, Jake.”
“I know. You’ll never stop hating me. But you’ll never stop wanting me either. I’m the greatest temptation you now, sweetie. And right now, you need to pay me back.”
“Pay you back? For what?”
“For helping you. Making up that story. I wonder what the great Thomas would have done if he found out his little princess was at an open mic night. If she was watching her stepbrother fuck another woman.”
“I didn’t know…”
“Doesn’t matter. You were there. I stuck up for you. Now you own me one.”
I sigh. “What, Jake? What do you want?”
He pulls at his zipper and grins. “Just a quick hand job.”
I push back and put my hands up. I act like Jake is ugly or something, but I cannot imagine touching him right now. Maybe not never. Well, yeah, I can imagine it, but I can’t do it. Not right now. We’re…
“I feel sick,” I whisper.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. My father just came back from vacation with a wife. And she’s someone I used to look up to. And she has a son that I had sex with. It’s…”
“Give it up, sweetie,” Jake says. “Stop looking so much into it. This is reality. It’s our reality.”
“I’m not touching you.” I move away from Jake and eye the door. “I’m not… anything.”
“Thanks,” Jake calls out. “Fucking prude.”
I stop and look back at him. He turns and I see the bulge in his jeans. It’s impossible to be that big, but it is. He takes out his smoke and lights it.
He’s disgusting. He’s fucking filthy. And he’s my new stepbrother. And I want him.
7.
(Jake)
I stand in the perfect bathroom and won’t look in the mirror. I can’t remember the last time I jerked off. What, when I was a teenager? But here I am, standing over a sink, ready to blow my load. My hand racing up and down my shaft, squeezing tight, trying to think of anything that’ll make this process speed up.
I try to think of the nastiest things I’ve done. Women with huge fake tits. Crazy threesomes. Hell, the one time I had three chicks at once go down on me and take turns, working hard to see who’d be the one to get the first shot of my cum.
But it doesn’t work.
None of it works.
Not until I think of Jade.
At that damn party. Looking at her and being drunk enough to just go after her. She’s completely untouchable and always had been. But I got her. I figured it was a one fuck deal, my specialty. But now everything that makes it wrong makes me want it more. I want to fucking destroy the new romance image between my mother and Thomas. Even aside from that, Jade is just fucking beautiful. Everything she wears, everything she does, she doesn’t have to try. That’s what makes it worse. She’s not the type that struts her shit around to tease me. She just has it all. And my memory has it all locked away. Not the way I want though. I was so drunk and high the night we fucked, it comes in chunks of time.
But I can taste her. Her body, her mouth, her sweet and achy pussy. My fingers twitch at the thought of the nub of her clit. How eager she had been. How loyal she had been to my touch, not stopping me once. Christ, I could have lifted her off my cock and gently pulled her down on my cock with her other hole. She wouldn’t have stopped me. She would have screamed louder for me.
My hand moves faster. I grit my teeth and feel the rush between my legs. My balls are tightening, ready to go.
Fuck, I told her I was the one in complete control. Fuck that. I simply guided her that night. I held her hips, her ass, her waist, keeping her balanced and steady. It was her hips that rocked and fucked. It was her pussy that clenched tight around my shaft and left me doing everything I could to not shoot my load too early.
Fuck her. Goddamn… fuck her…
I grit my teeth and look down at my hand and cock. I’m going wild. I can’t stop now. I picture Jade’s hand around my dick, stroking me. Her sweet and perfect mouth, those thin lips inch over my tip.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I groan and let go. The rush starts and doesn’t stop. I hold tight at the root of my dick, pumping hard and fast, letting loose into the sink. Throb after throb, I start to fill the sink. I haven’t fucking came since the night I fucked Jade. For some people, it’s not a lot of time, but for me, it’s a lifetime. I don’t go days or weeks without fucking. Sex is like a good drug for me and I’m without it and I’m not going to get over the addiction. I want it. I need it.
And I don’t want to spill my loads into a bathroom sink like some kind of loser. That’s not who I am. That’s not who I’ll ever be.
When I finish, I tuck my cock away. I turn on the water and watch all the little Jake’s wash away down the drain. I look around the bathroom and have an urge to take a sledgehammer to the walls. I fucking hate this place. I fucking hate the situation. I hate it all.
I put a smoke between my lips and open the bathroom door.
My mother a
nd Thomas are standing there. His arm around her waist.
“Jesus Christ,” I say.
“Son, not in this house,” Thomas says.
I think it’s me taking the Lord’s name in vain, but he reaches forward and plucks the cigarette from my mouth. With one punch, I could lay this asshole out.
“Are you settled yet?” my mother asks.
“Settled? You mean in the processed room and process family and process life you want me to be part of?”
“Nothing is processed, son,” Thomas says. “It’s us getting to know each other. And to protect our new family.”
“Protect? Weren’t you the one who wanted to get spotted together?”
“Indeed,” Thomas says. “And my team feels it’s best for the four of us to be together right now. So it shows us as a family.”
I grit my teeth. I can see his angle. It’s been talked about and written about damn near everywhere. How his wife left him and his daughter when Jade was young. How he scoured the world looking for the perfect wife and found it in my mother. How my mother had been raising a troubled son all alone. But now we were all a big happy fucking family.
“This is good for all of us,” my mother says.
“Now, will you go get Jade for us? It’s time for a family dinner.” Thomas nods and smiles. He’s as fake as they come.
“Family dinner?” I ask.
“Yes,” Thomas says. “It’s good for us to get to know each other.”
I smile. Get to know each other? If only Thomas knew what I knew about his precious daughter. How she moaned. How she bit her lip. How hard she came.
“Please be downstairs in thirty minutes,” Thomas says.
“Can I speak to my mother in private?” I ask. I can’t believe I have to ask permission for this shit.
Thomas nods and steps away.
“It’s okay,” my mother whispers. She smiles at Thomas and waits for him to go away.
“This is what you want,” I say. “This fake fucking life.”
“What do you want me to say?” she asks. “I’m happy for once.”
“So I lose everything?”
“You didn’t lose anything, Jake. Thomas made a suggestion that’s wise. You’re too young to have so much money.”
“So it’s all cut off then.”
“No. Just temporarily held. Until we figure everything else out. You can’t live in that crappy apartment anymore. It’s not right. That’s why you’re staying here for now.”
“That apartment was mine,” I growl. “I work and pay for it.”
“You don’t work,” my mother says.
I take the words with offense. My mother knows nothing about me.
“It’s not against you,” she says. “It’s really not. But you can’t be running around town, taking your frustrations out like some rich kid. I’m sorry, Jake. That’s not how it works anymore. This is good for all of us. I really think Jade can balance you out, too. She’s a smart girl. She plays piano.”
“I wonder if she drinks,” I say.
My mother sucks in a breath. “You can’t hold the past against me forever, Jake.”
“Then give me my money and let me go. Make up some bullshit story. That I transferred schools or something. I don’t want this fucking mess.”
“You have to stop cursing like that.”
“Fuck. That.” I pull out a smoke and stick it between my lips.
“And smoking…”
“Fuck. That.” I repeat the words with smoke between my lips. I take out a lighter but don’t like the smoke yet.
My mother’s eyes fill with tears. “I only even wanted what was best.”
“You tried so hard,” I say. “So fucking hard, Rebecca. I hope this one pays off for you. You know, pays well when shit hits the fan.”
“Please go get Jade and come downstairs.”
My mother turns and walks away. I walk down the hall and feel like I’m in a hotel or museum. It’s all so fake. This is my new place, too. I’m forced to live here, forced to have a bedroom right next to Jade’s. My trust fund cut the fuck off at the suggestion of Thomas. To get me to live here and learn some respect. The only thing in this house I respect is Jade’s sweet and delicious pussy.
And I want more of it.
I get to Jade’s door and knock. I can’t believe when I put the lighter and smoke away. I know she hates it. Why the fuck do I care?
The door opens and Jade is standing there like a goddamn wet dream. I mean, literally wet. And looking like a dream. A pair of blue jeans, a tight white spaghetti strap top that hugged her perfect chest… well… perfectly. God, her fucking tits are just right. The size of my hands. Enough for my mouth to taste. Not too big making them too bouncy. Just fucking right. And her fucking nipples are hard right now. Her hair is up in a towel. She just got out of the shower.
I’m hard as a rock. I really need that fucking smoke right now to calm me down.
“What do you want?” Jade asks me.
“Nothing,” I say. “Our parents want a family dinner.”
“Do not say our parents. They are not that, at all. That’s gross.”
“Why? Because you keep thinking about fucking me?”
“Get over yourself, Jake. We’ve been here how long now? A week? And nothing’s happened.”
“Then why are your nipples so hard right now?” I ask.
I don’t care. I have no remorse. I just have fucking needs. And they’re burning red hot. And that’s after I just tossed a load into the bathroom sink and washed it away.
Jade’s cheeks turn red and she covers her chest.
“Come on,” I say. “Let me see. It won’t be the first. Or the last. You know that, right?”
“Fuck off. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
She slams the door in my face. I take a deep breath and inhale the sweet, warm scent of her soap and shampoo. I make fists and put my head back.
I need… something. I fucking need Jade. Maybe just one more time.
Yeah, right.
8.
(Jade)
I walk into the dining room and it looks like a goddamn circus. My father at the head of the table, standing with a glass of scotch in his hand. Rebecca sitting to his left in a beautiful yellow dress. Her hair pinned up with a yellow flower that matches the dress. She looks elegant, but I can’t be sure she’s happy.
When I look at Jake, my heart skips a beat. I can’t help that it happens. He’s in a black t-shirt, his face scruffy, but his eyes dark and deadly as he looks at me. My mind thinks about him at my bedroom door. Standing there, making comments about my nipples. I had no clue he’d be at the door so I hurried and just put on a shirt. The shirt rubbed against my nipples and made them hard. And, plus, it was freaking Jake at the door. At my bedroom door. Sending all my fantasies running wild.
He’s bold enough to have his leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair. Imagine this long dining room table oozing with fanciness… and here’s this rough looking bad boy at the table with a leather jacket on his chair. He’s a rebel and he’s so hot.
But that’s not it.
There’s two chefs, standing with platters of food. There’s two other people with cameras. And someone with a notebook. This is going to be spun into a story. I can already see business magazines picking up the story. How Thomas Werlem spent his finest years managing a multibillion dollar company while raising a daughter on his own. Now he’s married and looking to the future. The man who does it all. The man who can have it all.
“Please, Jade, have a seat,” my father says.
“Jade, you look beautiful,” Rebecca says.
I’m not wearing anything fancy. But I am still wearing that white shirt Jake caught me in.
I take a seat right between my father and Jake.
I quickly feel Jake kick his foot against mine. I try to save face and not make any kind of movement or sign that he’s kicked me.
For the next hour we are photographed as we talk
, eat, and force smiles. My father brings up new potential companies to invest in. He talks to me about perhaps working closely with him with a couple of them, learning the ins and outs of becoming a venture capitalist. He even looks at Jake, pretending to care about Jake’s hobbies. That’s when I learn that Jake likes to build things. He’s not just big and athletic - and a complete asshole - but he’s kind of smart. He likes to work on old cars and build motorcycles. Definitely not the kind of person you’d see stalking around the campus of West Wutherford.
I’m almost in shock by the time he’s done talking.
That’s when the photographer snaps a few more shots and the reporter asks a few more generic questions about my father’s aspirations to run for office. The entire thing goes to plan, which makes my father happy. He has another glass of scotch.
“How about a glass for me?” Jake asks.
A bold question to my father. He never shares his scotch unless there’s money involved in some kind of deal.
“Sure thing, son,” my father says. “Let’s get you a glass.”
Jake takes a sip of scotch and smacks his lips together. “Definitely better than the shit I drink.”
“Jake, the language,” his mother growls.
“Sorry,” Jake says. He holds up his glass. “Definitely better than the fucking shit I drink.”
His mother shakes her head in disgust.
“So,” my father says. “I’m a little confused.”
“Why?” I ask.
“You two are lying.”
He points to me and Jake. The scotch is working its magic on him. This is not his second glass, that’s for sure. Maybe his second with dinner, but not total for the day.
“What?” I ask. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t give me lip,” he says to me. “You want to lie to me?”
“What lie?” Jake asks.
My father puts a hand out. “Son, stay out of this. This is between my daughter and myself.”
My father slowly stands and takes a few steps toward me. He’s looking down at me. “Care to tell me the truth?”
“About?” I whisper.
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