by Cindy Wilder
Alex: No way. That sucks. I'm sorry you have to go through all of this. Maybe they'll let you keep the house. Did you ask her?
Me: I was so pissed off. I told her to call me when dinner's ready.
Alex: Hang in there. It's only for one week. You'll be back at school after that.
I really hadn't thought about not having him as a teacher anymore. When I set my schedule, I was very careful not to sign up for any of his classes. I was kind of sad that I wouldn't see him each week since classes were over. That bummed me out even more.
Me: I bet your new Friday class won't be as fun without me there. With the way everything's going here, maybe I won't come back. Maybe I'll just run off and join the circus. I don't think anyone will even notice until June. I didn't mention that I have my own bathroom here.
Alex: I'm going to miss you in class. I won't miss the two girls who laugh all time about how bad I am in bed. Thanks for that.
Me: Since I'm in good with the teacher, I wonder if I can get my grade early.
Alex: You know damn well you got an A in the class. Don't be a goof.
My stomach felt sick all of a sudden. I wasn't sure if it was the stress of the wedding or the fact that I hadn't eaten all day. I threw the phone down, pulled my headphones off, and ran for the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and out it went. I felt so much better when I was finished. After I washed my face, I went back to my bed. I needed to eat, but there was no way I was going to face anyone until dinner. When I picked up my phone, I noticed another text.
Alex: You know I was kidding right.
Me: Sorry about that. I just got sick. She's trying to kill me with stress. It doesn't help that I haven't eaten since yesterday. I'm not leaving this room until I have to.
Alex: Are you okay? You need to eat. Do you need me to come and get you?
Me: Stop trying to get out of going to your dad's house. I'm going to try and take a nap. I'll talk to you later. Have fun. Drive safe.
Alex: Talk to you soon. Text or call if you need anything.
I turned off my laptop, put my headphones and reader to the side, and crawled under the covers. Maybe a nap would help prepare me, I thought.
I was deep in a dream when I woken up hearing voices from downstairs. Oh no, I thought. The pain-in-the-ass must have shown up. I put the pillow over my head to muffle the sounds. Sleep, more sleep. I heard something about going to his room and not wanting to meet anyone until dinner. I know how you feel buddy, I thought. Pulling the pillow tighter to my head, I fell back to sleep.
I jumped when I felt something touch my leg. The pillow that was covering my face flew across the room. My mom stood at the bottom of my bed with a smile. I sat for a moment while I caught my breath.
“You scared me,” I said.
“I'm sorry,” she said. “I wanted to let you know dinner's ready.”
“Great,” I replied sarcastically. “I'll be right down.”
My mom walked out of the room and shut my door. A chill crossed my shoulders and I couldn't help but shiver. I picked up my phone. There was a text from Alex.
Alex: He has a girlfriend. I came for him to surprise me with a girlfriend and her brat.
I wanted to reply. It was crazy that we were both going through similar things. How funny, I thought. I knew my mom would be pissed if I took too long to get downstairs. It would ruin the fact that she had the perfect daughter. We couldn't have that. I had on jeans and Alex's sweatshirt. I hurried to brush my teeth and put my hair up. It would be mean if I walked into the dining room with messy hair and bad breath. I laughed for a moment at the thought of doing it though.
I walked passed the closed door next to mine, but I could hear movement from the hallway. As I hurried down the stairs, I saw Jack at the bottom. He gave me a quick hug on my way by. I sat down at the table and slouched down in my chair. It seemed like it was going to be a few moments before his son joined us. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and typed a text to Alex.
Me: At least he's not marrying her this week. I still have one up on you.
I heard Jack talking, as I typed the message and heard them walking toward the dining room. Quickly, I hit send and clicked into my email account. I heard one of their phones beep and laughed. There was no way I was looking up from my phone. His punk ass was going to know that I didn't find him important at all. He was not going to be my family.
“Sarah, I would like to introduce you to my son,” Jack said.
I heard one of them clear their throat. A message came through my phone just as Jack finished.
Alex: Don't be so sure.
“Hi,” I said without looking up from phone.
“Excuse me,” the voice said. “Do you think you could put your phone down when I speak to you? Are you always so rude?”
My phone slipped from my hands and crashed to ground as everything went black.
My Stepbrother the Teacher #3
I heard voices, but they sounded so far away. In between hearing someone call my name over and over, I heard other bits and pieces.
“Alexander, why would you speak to her like that? She's younger than you. That's how teenagers are.”
It sounded like Jack's voice. The voice calling my name was my mom, but I also heard Alex calling me.
“Not now, Dad. Is she okay?”
That was Alex talking. He sounded so close to me. I could feel him. I knew he was there.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I was sitting in a chair with my face planted on the table. Oh shit, I thought. How embarrassing. My mom was next to me. She looked like she had seen a ghost. When I looked back at Alex, I could see worry on his face. I sat up straight and a lightheaded feeling hit me. Grabbing the edge of the table, I steadied myself.
“Are you okay, Sarah?” my mom asked. “Has this happened before?”
“I'm fine,” I said. “I think I just need to eat something.”
“When was the last time you ate?” Alex asked.
I sucked my lower lip into my mouth and thought about it.
“Yesterday,” I answered.
His body stiffened and his eyes narrowed, but he didn't say a word.
“Let me hurry up and get dinner,” my mom said.
“I'll stay with her,” Jack said.
I watched Alex shoot a dirty look in his father's direction. Thankfully, Jack was already walking toward me. He sat down in the chair next to me. I knew not to look at Alex. If my mom found out about us, she would have freaked out. It would definitely get ugly. Her perfect daughter had sex. That wasn't the worst part. She did it with her teacher. That was how my mom would see it. No, she would see it as doing my stepbrother, even though it was before we knew about our parents.
I couldn't help but think about what Jack had said while I was out cold. It really pissed me off. I turned my head to look at him.
“I'm not a child, just so you know,” I said. “I'm a grown woman. Looking at my phone had nothing to do with be a teenager. I just didn't feel like meeting your pain-in-the-ass son. I know you and my mother are hoping to have some cute, happy family. I agreed to come for the wedding, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it. I surely don't need a father. I already have one. My mom seems to have forgotten that, but I haven't. I'm an only child, and I always will be. I know you're a good man, and my mom is happy. I would never do anything to ruin her happiness. I'm already expected to be that perfect daughter for her. This is all a lot to handle for me. I need time and space to deal with it.”
“I'm sorry,” Jack said. “I shouldn't have said that. You're right. You're not a child.”
“What the fuck did she just say about a wedding?” Alex snapped.
My mom walked through the door with her hands full of plates as Alex spoke. She placed them on the table and quickly walked back out. Thanks mom, I thought. She just left me in there with the two of them.
“I wanted you to meet them first before I told you,” Jack said.
“Told me that you're
getting married. When is that happening?” Alex said.
“In four days,” Jack answered quietly.
“This is how I find out,” Alex said, as he shook his head. “Were you going to tell me that morning?”
“I just wanted you to be with us,” Jack said. “I figured I would tell you once you were here. I knew you wouldn't come if I told you over the phone.”
I had my head in my arms on the table hoping they would forget I was there. They were getting into a heated conversation. I wanted to wrap my arms around Alex so badly. We had talked about his mother's passing and his dad. My heart was hurting for him. At least my mom was honest with me. His dad blindsided him in front of two other people. I looked up at him from under my arm with a look of sympathy.
“I can't do this right now,” he said to his dad, as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I need to get out of here.”
He turned, walked away, and slammed the door behind him. Jack leaned over and picked my phone up from the ground and handed it to me. I turned it on and was relieved that it still worked.
My mom brought out the rest of the food and sat down with the two of us. She didn't even say a word about Alex. If she wanted Jack to care about me, then she needed to care about his son. My mom put a few things on a plate and set it down in front of me. She handed me a huge glass of water.
“Eat and drink something,” she said. “I can't believe you haven't had anything today.”
“It slipped my mind,” I said. “You picked me up early, we came here, and I took a nap. I never realized that I hadn't eaten anything.”
We ate in silence. Jack looked so upset, but I wasn't sure what to say to him. He shouldn't have done that to Alex. My phone buzzed, and I hurried to pick it up in case it was him.
“You need to leave your phone in your room while we eat dinner. It's rude to text at the table,” my mom snapped at me.
I let out a sigh and set the phone back down. As soon as I was finished eating, I grabbed my phone and excused myself. Jack's room was downstairs, and so was my mom's. I was so happy about that. If I stayed upstairs, I could avoid them both. I liked Jack less after seeing what he did to Alex. That had to be devastating. At least I had time to get used to the wedding idea. Maybe I wasn't one up on him after all.
As soon as I got to my room, I closed the door, flopped down on the bed, and checked my message.
Alex: Did you eat? Are you okay?
Me: Yes. Sorry, my mom wouldn't let me check my phone at the table. I feel much better now. I think it was just the shock of hearing your voice. Did you know?
Alex: What?
Me: Did you know your dad was dating my mom?
Alex: I didn't know my dad was dating anyone. I promise you that. I can't believe this.
Me: This is a nightmare. My mom would kill me if she knew that we met before. She had to have the perfect family and perfect child. That would be like shaming her. She would probably disown me if she knew I had sex. I can't imagine what she would do if she found out I did it with you.
Alex: I can't believe he's really getting married.
Me: I can't believe he didn't tell you. I wanted to hug you so badly.
Alex: Imagine how I felt when you passed out. It was awful. My dad was busy yelling at me. He should have gone to you right away.
Me: Are you coming back?
Alex: Yes.
Me: I'm going to bed. I can't deal with any more of them. This should be an interesting week. See you tomorrow.
He didn't respond. I pulled my sweatshirt and pants off and crawled under the covers in just my panties. There wasn't enough energy in the world for me to go through my bag for clothes.
It felt like only minutes passed when I heard my door click shut and the lock turn. The only light in my room was coming from the moon outside. I saw Alex standing at the end of my bed. He looked so sexy with the moonlight shining off his naked chest.
"What do you want old man?” I asked with a giggle. “Should you really be in a teenager's room?”
“Be quiet,” he said.
“You didn't even stick up for me.”
“What did you want me to say? I know she's not a child. I've fucked my soon to be stepsister twice.”
“No,” I snapped. “Are you sure you didn't know who I was?”
I couldn't believe his father really waited to tell him until he got there. He better not have been playing me. It all seemed so unreal.
“Did I know you were going to be my stepsister? Did I think it would make for great rehearsal dinner conversation? You know I didn't know. I can't believe this is happening. He fucking lied to me.”
He walked over to the side of the bed and sat down with his head in his hands. I sat up and moved next to him with the blanket around me.
“They've been dating almost a year. How did we not know? She introduced me to him right after the party last year. I knew he had a son. Neither of them ever said your name.”
“I told you, we don't talk very often. I stay away as much as possible. Being here reminds me of my mom. I can't believe he's moving another woman into my mother's house. This was the house she wanted.”
I put my arm around his shoulder, and the blanket fell from me. My breast rubbed against his back. A shiver ran through my body. His body reacted to mine, and I was surprised. I always thought it was only me that happened too. He sat silent for a moment. I knew he was thinking, and I didn't want to do anything to interrupt him. Just being there made a difference. At least that's how it was for me when I was having a hard time.
It surprised me when he turned quickly, grabbed my face in his hands, and kissed me hard. It felt different than when he kissed me before. I pulled back barely able to breathe.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“What does it look like I'm doing?”
“We can't do that.”
“They can't hear us. They are both downstairs on the opposite side of the house,” he said.
“Our parents are getting married,” I said confused.
“Not yet,” he said, as he put his hand behind my head and claimed my mouth with his. “I need you.”
He pulled the blanket to the side and moaned.
“You were sleeping in only panties. Are you trying to kill me from the next room?”
I laughed as he stood up, pulled his pants and boxers off, and crawled up the bed like a lion after his prey.
“You walk into my room shirtless. I don't think that's much better.”
His body hovered over me, as our eyes connected. Why did I feel so connected to him, I wondered? He grabbed my hands in his and moved them up the bed over my head. One hand held both of mine, as his other hand slowly caressed down my arm, between my breasts, down my belly, and stopped at my panties. His mouth came down on mine. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, as he ripped my panties from my body. I moaned and thrust my hips hard against him. I could feel his smile on my lips. When I tried to pull one of my hands free from his, he shook his head. I felt his covered tip against my opening. When did he put that on, I wondered? Damn, he was good. His fingers rubbed across my pussy and up my body. He swirled them around my nipples before moving them upward. When he got to my chin, he pulled his mouth from mine and shoved his fingers into my mouth.
“Suck,” he said.
I could taste myself, as I sucked them hard and swirled my tongue around them. Without warning, he thrust his cock into my pussy, and I found myself sucking harder. When he groaned, I felt it vibrate through me.
“You have no idea how badly I want those lips wrapped around my cock instead of my fingers. Your tongue should be swirling the top of my dick. I want to fuck your mouth almost as badly as I want to be between your legs. He pulled his fingers out of mouth and replaced them with his mouth. His hand went above my head. He grabbed one of my hands in each of his, held them above my head, and held himself above me as he pulled all the way out and slammed into me.
“Fuck,” I cried.
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�Shhh,” he said. “I didn't say they were on the other side of the world, baby.”
I pulled back from his kiss. My head fell back and body arched into his. I needed to feel his skin on mine. I had to touch him. When I pulled my hand again, he held it still and smiled down at me. I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He was torturing me. If it weren't for his hands on mine, I would have gone crazy. I needed to be closer to him. We needed to be as connected as possible. I fucking needed him more than I had ever needed anything in my life. When my hips thrust forward against him, I pulled him deeper with my legs. He growled in my ear, and my whole body went on high alert. Every thrust felt so meaningful. I needed him so badly. Did he need me just as badly, I wondered?
Neither of us said a word. We just felt out bodies move together in rhythm. It was the most amazing feeling. I didn't want to come yet. Everything felt so perfect. I didn't want it to be over. Once our parents said I do, there was no way we could be together again. I pulled hard with my legs and arched my back even closer to him. His skin felt so good against mine. I felt electricity shoot from my toes to my head.
“Harder,” I whispered. “I need all of you. Give me everything. Please, Alex. I need it all.”
He pumped into me harder and deeper. His pace quickened. I felt my toes curl as my fingers dug into his hands. My hands held tight, afraid to let go. I didn't want him to leave.
“I fucking need you, Sarah,” he whispered. “You have no idea.”
“I need you too, Alex,” I said, as I felt a tear slide down the side of my face.
He looked into my eyes. I knew he felt it too. There was something between us. We both lost it. I gripped harder to his hands and around his waist. He took my mouth with his. My lips were sore already. He kissed them even harder, as he fucked me so damn hard. I felt him slam into me deeper and harder than ever. He wasn't letting up. I felt his fingers tighten around my hands, as he slammed into me and growled my name. I felt his cock pulse inside of me. He thrust into me hard, as I came hard and felt my pussy tighten around him. He swallowed my moans with his mouth, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. His body fell onto mine. Neither of us moved. Our sweat mixed together, as I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. When our breathing evened out, he moved to pull away. I held him tighter, as I felt the tears fall from my eyes.