“Why did Jake hit someone?”
My face turns white. “He…”
“Sir, if I can explain,” Jake says. He stands up.
“Don’t get involved,” my father growls.
“I thought this was family time,” Jake says. “Don’t we all have a chance to speak?”
“You speak when I want you to,” my father says. “That’s how this family is going to work.”
I’m tense and my heart is pounding. My father is angry.
“Where were you that night?” he asks. “It wasn’t at any of the normal buildings.”
I swallow hard. “I… you…”
“You keep stuttering like that and I’ll give you a reason to stutter.”
He lifts his hand and it leaves me flinching. I don’t really remember if he’s ever hit me before, but when he’s drinking and speaks down at me like this, I’m in fear. And I hate being in fear.
“Did you just threaten her?” Jake asks.
“Son, stay out of this.”
Jake steps forward and actually starts to put himself between me and my father.
“Jake, get away,” Rebecca says. “This isn’t your business. It’s not our…”
“I thought it was family,” Jake says.
I look up at him and he’s grinning. He’s not afraid of my father. It’s turning me the hell on.
“I’m looking for some damn truth,” my father says. “When I call the university and have them check the cameras, there’s no footage of her being touched like you said, Jake. And there’s no video of you hitting someone, Jake. So I want to know why your knuckles are messed up and why my daughter is lying to me.”
Holy shit… we’re so caught…
“Fine,” Jake says. “She’s lying. I’m lying.”
“Jake,” I say. “What the hell are you doing?”
My father grabs my arm. I start to twist away, but Jake is there to save me. He grabs my father’s arm and squeezes. My father instantly lets me go.
“Son…”
“Listen to me,” Jake says. “She was at the fucking music hall. Okay?”
“Music?” my father asks.
“She’s too afraid to tell you because of your hatred of her talent.”
My father steps back and swallows. He looks at Rebecca and then adjusts his tie. “I don’t hate… I don’t hate music. I don’t look down at Jade’s amazing musical capabilities. I just want something greater for her.”
“You say that in front of a professional piano player,” I say.
“Former professional,” Jake says with contempt.
“So this all happened at the music hall,” my father says.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I was caught off guard and somewhere different. I was playing piano. And I enjoyed it.” I stand from the table. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m embarrassed enough.”
Jake puts a hand to my lower back. I want to shake his touch away. It’s the last thing I need… but it’s the first thing I want.
“I’m just trying to ensure your safety at the university,” my father says.
“I’m fine,” I say. “I’m not a baby. I’m a grown woman.”
The words have an effect on my father. He’s taken back. He looks at Rebecca. She obediently gets to her feet and walks to his side. From their angle, they see me and Jake next to each other. We’re close, but it’s no big deal, right?
Wrong.
His hand slips down and he touches my ass. If I jump away, they’ll know he did something. I don’t need anymore awkward conversations right now. I just want to be left alone.
“Well, now that we have that settled,” my father says. “I have two pieces of news for you both.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“First, I am traveling to New York City for a conference. I’m leaving tomorrow morning. Rebecca will be by my side. It’s for a tech launch I’ve had in the works for some time now. The company is going public. I’m very excited.”
“Are we coming?” I ask.
“No,” my father says. “There’s enough scrutiny as it is. I don’t need you two in New York. Especially Jake. No offense, son.”
“None taken,” Jake says. He takes his hand off my ass and moves away. He folds his arms. “I’d probably just be really high the entire time. And I’d definitely blow a ton of cash on strippers and hookers.”
Rebecca gasps. My father grits his teeth.
“You know,” my father says, “if you were more mature, Jake, you would have your trust fund back.”
“The one you stole?” he asks.
“I did not…”
“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Jake says. “At all.”
“What’s the other thing?” I ask, trying to keep tempers calm.
“Yes, right,” my father says. “Rebecca and I will be gone for the weekend. And then I’m returning with a gift for you, Jade.”
“A gift?”
“You remember Hunter, correct?”
Hunter.
The name makes me cringe. Geeky and annoying Hunter. One of those friend of a friend of a friend kind of things. A force friendship based on money. I haven’t seen Hunter in five years, maybe more. The last time I saw him, he was gawking at my chest because it was right after I had started to blossom into a woman.
“I remember,” I say.
“He’s the CEO of the new tech company. And I’m treating him to a little vacation back here. He needs the break. And, of course, he wants to take you out.”
“What?”
“You and I both know that Hunter would make a great man for you,” my father says. “With my guidance… your beauty… it’s quite the story. You used to be friends and now you’re older…”
“You’re setting me up?” I ask.
“Give me a fucking break,” Jake whispers.
He then storms from the room. His mother reaches for him, but he shakes her away. I can’t help but wonder if Jake is jealous. But he can’t be jealous. It’s just me, right?
“I’m not setting anything up,” my father says. “Just making sure you end up the right arms. That’s all. I cannot take care of your forever, Jade.” He takes Rebecca’s hand and squeezes tight. “It’s time to set our burdens free.”
“I’m a burden?” I ask.
My father laughs. “Of course not. But I need to make sure that when you leave, you’re okay. There’s too much danger out there in the world.”
“And what about Jake?” I ask. “What are you going to do for him?”
“Don’t worry about your stepbrother,” my father says.
The word makes me cringe.
I look at Rebecca. “He’s your son…”
“I know,” she says. “But you don’t know what I’ve been through.”
I feel sick and appalled. I feel let down and angry.
I have nothing else to say.
I leave the dining room and walk through the house. I walk to my room. I don’t want to think about Hunter right now. I want to think about Jake. And his body.
When I walk by Jake’s room, my fingertips touch his door. For a second, I think about knocking. Checking on him. Making sure he’s okay.
But it’s Jake.
He’s not okay. And even if he was, he would be a total asshole about it.
So I go into my room. It used to be a castle to me. It used to be everything to me. Now it’s just a giant, dumb room. And my neighbor is my hot stepbrother.
Ohmygosh… did I really just think that?
There’s a mini fridge in my room. One of the many perks I have in life. The front is stocked with water and soda. Normal stuff, blah, blah. Behind that is a bottle of vodka. Katelyn gave it to me a while ago, telling me to save it for a night when I’d need it. She knows how my father is. And tonight’s the perfect night to get drunk.
And forget… about everything…
9.
(Jake)
I’m sitting on the damn roof outside my window, finishing up a smoke. I will s
ay one thing. The fucking view from this place is something else. Green hills, trees, and the sun setting in the distance. If I gave half a shit, I’d remember this. But it’s all bullshit to me. I’ll hang around as long as I need to. I’m about ready to just take some cash and split. Open my own shop somewhere and start collecting old cars and fixing them up.
Rebecca cut off my trust fund, but she’s a moron. I always keep a little bit of cash with me. I hide it everywhere I can think. Clothes, bags, even my car. If I had to total it all up, I’d say I’m good for thirty large. Not enough to survive on, but enough to disappear on for a little while.
I know my dream is to get out and open a shop, but if I took thirty thousand and hit the road, I’d blow it on booze and chicks. I’d end up broke, my dick limp, and a hangover that would last for weeks.
But it’d be worth it.
I look to my right and see another window. It takes no fucking genius to know it’s Jade’s window. I take one last drag of my smoke and flick it from the roof. With any luck it’ll land in the pool. Or maybe it’ll blow away and catch something on fire. Whatever. Let all this shit around me fucking burn.
I inch along the roof and stop at Jade’s window.
She’s on the edge of her bed, her head rocking back and forth. I see a bottle in her hand and laugh.
“She’s fucking drinking,” I whisper.
Nice job, sweetie…
Little rich girl likes to throw some back when nobody’s looking. Not that I can blame her. Her father is a real asshole. He treats her like she’s an employee of his. He looked damn ready to attack her at dinner. Normally I like drama and violence, but something about that guy hitting his daughter irked me. Maybe because I took a few hits as a kid from guys my mother was fucking, I don’t know.
I reach forward, ready to knock on the glass and scare the hell out of Jade, but I freeze when I see her stand up. She turns, her back to me. She drinks from the bottle, making it officially empty. The bottle hits the floor and she reaches up, taking her hair with her.
Goddamn, there’s something about Jade right now. Pulling her hair up like that. Her hairs above her head. I instantly think back to the night I fucked her. How good it was. How good she was. How she has no fucking clue what that body of hers does to a man.
Jade brings one hand down slowly, then the other. She turns just a little, enough for me to see that she’s unbuttoning her jeans.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
Jade bends over and slides her little ass out of those jeans. She stands and steps from them, stumbling a little. She’s definitely shitfaced drunk right now. Any normal person would have seen me by now crouching at their window. But I couldn’t look away.
Her panties are red. Fucking red. Lacy at the edges and full. They cover her entire ass almost like granny-panties, but damn, it’s sexy on her. The bottom of her ass pushes out just enough to make my cock ache.
But little princess bitch isn’t done yet. Fuck no.
She sits back on the back and inches back a little. Her left hand touches the bed and her right hand slips down the front of her panties. Four fingers inside her panties and her thumb hooked over the top. I can see her wrist making a circle motion.
She’s fucking touching herself right now.
But the panties are ruining the sight for me.
I grit my teeth. My cock is suddenly thick and full. Jacking off into the bathroom sink has done nothing for me. I’m still ready to go. I’m desperate for Jade.
She put her head back and starts to breathe heavy. Her fingers are moving faster. Harder. I want to break the window and get in there. Get on my knees and lap up every little droplet of sweetness that’s coming from her body right now.
“Fuck,” I growl.
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Jade falls all the way back on her bed now. She brings up her left leg and lifts herself, turning a little to the right, offering my eyes even more. Her pinky spills out of the side of her panties, her pointer, middle, and ringer finger doing all the work. Rubbing those tender folds of hers. Maybe her middle finger flicking at her clit.
Jesus Christ, I’m going to shoot a load in my pants.
I keep watching and Jade works it even more. Not only is she thrusting at her own touch, her left hand touches her chest. She cups her breast over her shirt and arches her back. Her hand slowly moves down her body and touches the bottom of her shirt.
This is fucking wild.
This chick is a dork. She’s too smart for this. She’s quiet, stays to herself, and is the joke of a lot of guys on campus. They’d talk about fucking her. They’d wonder if she ever put out before. If she’s ever stroked a cock, sucked a cock, or maybe if she was like a closet lesbian or some shit. I can attest to everything of that though.
But to watch her touch herself like this… just fuck.
Jade’s hand is up her shirt. Her hand moves over her breast and now all I can see is her hand pushing against her shirt as she massages herself.
I’m done. I can’t take anymore of this. I’m either going to come in pants, jerk off, or just slam my head off the window to get inside.
I slowly walk backwards on the roof and climb back into my room. I shut the window and turn around. My body is on goddamn fire and I need to fuck someone. That’s all that will fix the urges inside me right now. There’s nothing else I can do.
Except smoke.
And drink.
Then, fuck…
I shut my eyes. I reach into my pocket and fetch another smoke. I put it between my lips, but it’s not doing a thing for me. It won’t fix what my eyes have seen and my memory is fixated on. That innocent, rich princess girl right next door. A chick that I guess is my stepsister right now. All the temptation of her body making me shake with a sexual fury.
I never hold back. It’s not my nature. If you don’t want to fuck, then I walk away. Yet here I am in a goddamn bedroom that’s fucking fake, with a smoke in my mouth, unlit, my eyes glued to the door.
I literally spit the cigarette from my mouth and charge at the door. I’m not going to let this shit go. I’m not going to be some kind of fucking good boy for anyone. And I’m not going to let Jade lie on her bed and finger herself.
I leave the room and walk to her door. I touch the doorknob and know it has to be locked. What kind of fool would leave it unlocked when they were two fingers deep in themselves?
The doorknob turns… my stepsister is that kind of fool…
I close my eyes for a second and shake my head. The whole step thing needs to go from my mind. And it needs to stop turning me on and tempting me more.
I open the door and step into the room.
Jade quickly sits up and looks at me. It takes her another two seconds to pull her hand from her panties. Her shirts comes down to her legs, leaving my fists balled up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” she asks.
Her head sways a little. Her eyes trying to focus. She’s high on booze and touching herself. She’s a deadly dream for me.
“Heard a noise,” I say. “Thought you were hurt or upset. I guess not.”
“Get the…”
I see the look in her eye. The same look from the night we fucked. I shut the door behind me. I’m in her room. Her father and my mother are downstairs. The entire situation is a complete mess and so wrong.
But the look of Jade’s long legs is killing me.
I approach the bed and stand before her.
“Jake…”
“You’re fucking drunk,” I say. “What the hell are you trying to prove?”
“I’m trying to get you out of my head,” I admit.
I smirk.
No chance, sweetie. No fucking chance at all.
I reach down and grab her right wrist. She jumps a little and leans back, her left hand on the bed, trying to keep her balance.
I lift her hand to my nose and take a deep breath.
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“Fuck, that’s sweet,” I say.
She blushes and bites on her bottom lip. She wants it so fucking bad. My cock is so thick and hard. I’m ready for her.
I squeeze her hand and bring her fingers to my mouth. I flick my tongue to her middle and ring fingers, tasting some of the familiar flavor I had been missing.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You were touching yourself, sweetie.”
“Shut up. I’m so… lost…”
Jade reaches forward and cups my jeans. Her little hand against my big bulge. Her hand stands no chance against me. Neither does her mouth, her pussy, her ass… anything.
Her drunk eyes stare up at me, sad and horny.
“Jesus Christ,” I say. “You need to just go to bed, sweetie.”
“I want to suck you off,” she says. “I want to taste it all again. I want to be dirty for you.”
Holy fucking hell.
Under normal circumstances, she would not have the chance to say anything else. I’d just rip my cock from my pants and let her have her way. But Jade is different. This whole thing is different.
“Tomorrow,” I say. “Right now you need sleep off the booze, sweetie. You’re going to get sick. You drank the entire bottle, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I don’t care anymore.”
“I know. This is all fucked up. I get it. But you can’t…”
Her hand presses against my cock. I step a little more toward her. Her hand rubbing hard. My cock is twisted and bent in my jeans, aching to be free. I look down and watch her fingers start to tug at my zipper.
I grit my teeth and hate myself for what I’m going to do next.
My hand clamps down hard on Jade’s wrist. I push her away as I stare into her eyes.
We’re fucking burning for each other. There’s a connection there and I can’t figure out what the fuck it is.
“Fuck, Jade…”
“Do that. Fuck Jade. Yes. Do it.”
“You’re drunk, sweetie. You’re going to regret…”
“I don’t care!” she yells. “You fucked me once! Do it again!”
I drop to one knee before her, still holding her wrist. “Hey, I’m game for anything wild. But you keep yelling… and they’re going to come up here and find us like this. You stinking of vodka and pussy. And me rock hard and pissed off.”
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