“Freak out about what?”
“Me not being there.”
“Moms get over these things,” Maxine states. “Sure, she’ll be upset once you fly out of the nest, but in a couple of weeks, she’ll learn to cope.”
“I hope you’re right,” I say, though I am trying to work Maxine’s explanation into the current situation. No matter how I look at it, my mother will never be okay with what Kellan and I did.
“What the hell?” Maxine gasps as we near the edge of my street. It’s dark now and I look up to see us veering toward my house. The driveway is covered in cars with one parked recklessly on the front lawn. Lights and laughter spout out of each window along with booming music. “Is your stepbrother having a party?”
“No way!” I yell as I swung open the passenger’s side door.
“Wait for me to stop!” Maxine screams as she came to a slow. I’m not thinking straight already, but this surprise party at my house is setting me over the edge.
“He is so dead!” I roar as I bound up the lawn. Maxine follows me as I opened the front door. The living room was swarmed with college students who drink from red cups. Someone pushes from behind us, knocking Maxine into me.
“Third keg!” shouts a large guy with a goatee as he passes next to me. He lifts it above his head to the crowd who cheered at the sight of it. The mass of people parts, and allows the keg to be carried toward the kitchen.
“I’m going to kill Kellan!” I shout over the blaring music. “Help me find him!”
“I’ve never met him, remember?” Maxine reminds me.
“Just look for a tall asshole with a broken arm,” I say as we make our way through the piles of people.
“There are a lot of tall guys here,” she says. Looking around, I realized that the entire basketball team is in the house.
“Crap!” I yell as I push through.
“Hook it up, guys!” I hear Kellan’s voice shout from the kitchen.
“That’s him,” I say while pointing from inside the crowd.
“Wow,” Maxine gasps. “I hate to tell you this, but your stepbrother is super hot.”
I shoot a disapproving look at her who throws her hands backward. Then we make our way over to Kellan.
“Alexia!” Kellan shouts as he pulls a red cup with beer from his mouth. “I thought you were staying with Maxine tonight!”
“What the hell, Kellan?” I say while grabbing his arm to keep him from taking another sip. “You aren’t supposed to drink!”
“Relax,” he burped. “I needed to let the team know that I was okay.”
“You aren’t!” I scream. “You are on tons of painkillers and under strict orders from your doctor to get well!”
“You are such a buzzkill,” Kellan says. Suddenly, I can tell that he’s drunk.
“Come with me,” I say while pulling his good arm through the crowd.
“Where are we going?” he hiccups.
“I’ll just wait here,” Maxine says as she looks up and down a tall, muscular player in a sports jersey.
“Thanks,” I say to her. “But I need to break up this party.”
“What?” Kellan gasps.
“Shut up,” I say furiously to him as we make halfway up the stairs, Kellan stops me on the landing.
“What is this?” he says twisting his arm out of my grip. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind that you are–“
“I said to shut up, Kellan,” I snap. “I can’t believe that you’re having a party.”
“What?” he burps while cupping his casted arm over his ear. “I can’t hear you, the music is too loud.”
“You are wasted.”
“I’m having fun,” he says, sloppily.
“You are going to get the cops called on us.”
“No way,” he says and then he twists his full lips together as to give me a kiss. I dodge his advance.
“Just come with me to me room for us to talk.”
“Stop being a bitch, Alexia.”
“Kellan–“
“No, no, no!” he shouts. “I need this party, you don’t understand! Just because you don’t have friends to fill a house–”
“That’s so unfair, Kellan,” I say, feeling crushed by his comments.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m just upset with you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from him. Just last night, he was being so sweet with me, and now he is back to acting like the selfish asshole I have despised over the years. Without a response, I run down the stairs, and toward the sound system.
“Everybody!” I yell as I turn off the speakers. “The neighbors called the cops, so you better get out before they get here.”
Suddenly, everyone drops their cups, and dashes for the doors. Through the conveyor belt of people, I see Maxine’s head bobbing up and down.
“I’m going to leave, too,” she says while holding the hand of the tall basketball player I had left her with. “Good luck.”
“Thanks for the ride back,” I said quietly.
“Of course,” she responds. “Take care, and call me if you need anything.”
A guy and a girl race down the stairs from behind me as Kellan slinks against the wall. I notice that the girl is only wearing a bra while she carries her shirt in her hand.
I run up the stairs toward my room to see that the door is wide open. The sheets are in a mess and the mirror on my wall was broken. I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t know how to feel. My mouth opens a little as if I am about to scream, but the lump in my throat swells so much that I can’t make a sound. Instead, I fall to my knees, and cave. My hands are pressed to my forehead as I cry alone, in my damaged room.
“Are you okay?” Kellan’s voice asks softly from the door.
“Fuck you,” I sob. “I don’t even want to see you right now.”
“It was just a–“
“Don’t, Kellan!” I yell, standing up from my stupor. “Don’t come in here where your lowlife friends that have wrecked the few nice things that I keep for myself.”
“It’s just a mirror, Alexia, it can–“
“You know that my room is my sanctuary!” I shout as I press my finger into his shoulder. “So for someone to barge in here and mess it all up is like tearing out a piece of me! Not to mention that they were probably fucking on my bed!”
Kellan began to stir a little.
“Now you think this is funny?” I ask with tears coming back into my eyes.
“No, Alexia,” he says in a much more sober tone. “I don’t think this is funny.”
“You threw this party! Now you are refusing to take any responsibility for it!” By this point, I am sobbing uncontrollably.
“Alexia…”
“Do you know what the worst part is?” I ask. “Is that you made me feel so amazing that night on the couch. I felt like you genuinely cared about me. Now I can see that you were just using me.”
“Alexia…” Kellan says as he walked over to me. His arms wrap my shoulders as he pulls me in closer to his warm body. I try to fight him off, but he arms are strong as he holds my failing body in his warm, calm grasp. “I’ve cared about you since the first time I saw your beautiful face.”
“You, what?” I ask in disbelief.
“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I’m a complete asshole.” Then he leans down and kisses me slowly with his soft, perfect lips.
Chapter 16
My heart races as Kellan works his mouth against mine. The crisp taste of beer sizzles against my touch. His breath even smells like it. Still, I find with every taste that I become more aroused.
I am so angry with him for the way that he treats me. All I can think about was pulling him away and slapping him across the face. Instead, I draw into his magnetic touch, pining for more of what he did to me on the couch the other night.
“You’re such an asshole,” I whisper through a moment when are lips aren’t attached. His hands squeeze hard on my soft breasts as he pulls them f
rom my shirt.
“You don’t believe me?” Kellan groans before I feel warm tingles against my left nipple. He is sucking on it slowly, with just enough pressure to make my nipple hard. As he spreads his wet mouth all over me, I moan inside of the dim room.
“Maybe,” I reply as he squeezes on me harder. Suddenly, Kellan grabs me from behind and slides his fingers across my ass. I reach backward, grabbing onto his strong, thick wrists. My mind races between the concepts of right and wrong. Though my head told me to stop, the sensations spreading all over my body and between my thighs wanted nothing more than to have my stepbrother inside of me.
“How about now?” he growls. Now he has me, but I’m not going to give in so easily. Kellan brought me to this point. He wanted me to beg for him to be inside of me. Though my body craved it, I wanted him to work for it.
“You could do better,” I tease. It’s just enough to set him off. Kellan’s mouth slides down my body. Deep, impacting kisses titillate my skin. Goosebumps form causing me to shiver in satisfaction.
“Good enough?” he asks. His young urges are being impatient. Still, he needs to wait.
“Not yet.” I smile at him, but Kellan isn’t having any of it. His goal is placed firmly in his mind. All he needs it my permission to take me right on the bed.
Now his mouth is between my thighs. Hot, heaving breaths warm and excite me. He knows what he’s doing. I want him to taste me like the other night, but Kellan holds back. This time, he wants me to beg for it like he wants me to with his cock. I’m not going to plead. Kellan is on his own.
“I know you want this,” he teases me as he slowly lowers my thong. “Goddamn you have a beautiful pussy. It’s like it keeps getting more delicious by the day.”
His words are aggressive and sincere. Now I’m hot and ready. My body reacts and Kellan takes notice. I twist as Kellan’s tongue fills my opening. The licks are just as electrifying, but his current state makes him less anxious. Kellan’s hands spread me apart as he plunges his entire mouth against my pussy. I feel him take in my juices as he laps me ferociously.
“Hell yes,” he groans as his tongue ventures inside of me. “I can almost taste how tight you are. He’s right about my tension; I need more from him and fast.
“Fuck me,” I cry out.
“Look who’s begging for it,” he grins.
“Now.” I can’t wait another moment and it appears that neither can Kellan. He slides his shirt off and then his pants. Now he is hovering above me with his perfect body. I reach up to touch his rock hard abs just as he removes his boxer briefs.
“Ready?” he asks as he grabs his cock. It’s beautifully smooth with a plump, juicy head. The girth is slightly intimating, but since it appears to be perfectly crafted, my mind is at ease. “Condom?”
“Right,” I agree as I roll over to my nightstand. After removing the condom for the tiny drawer, Kellan grabs it from my hand. In a matter of seconds, the wrapper is being tossed to the side and the thin latex has been rolled along his stunning cock.
The pressure is intense as he breaches my opening. Looking up, I see his handsome face and gorgeous body. A light sweat shines across it and beads down from his shoulder blades. This is just enough to get me wet enough for him to slide inside of me.
“Fuck!” Kellan yells once he is in. I feel full of his thick tool as it stimulates my walls. “You are unbelievably tight.”
His face is squinted from the pleasure of being inside of me. I started to pant as he picks up his pace.
“Yes,” I moan, signaling for more. Kellan has a lot more in him. Suddenly, his hands reach upward behind my shoulders. His hips thrust, sending his cock further inside of me.
“I wanna hear you cum, baby,” he growls. It doesn’t take much more. Kellan’s left hand moves downward and finds where the base of his cock is pressed against my lips. He applies pressure to the outside and gives me long and hard force.
“Yes!” I call again. His movements are so strong that they drive me to the edge. I twist and break off under him. My voice echoes the room as Kellan brings me to a full climax.
“Fuck!” he yells as he watches me radiate. His face is red from my heat. I feel his cock pull from inside of me and Kellan cums ribbons of white pleasure all over himself.
Chapter 17
A small stream of sunlight filters through my bedroom window. When it hits my eyes, they flutter before opening. I’m inside of my room. The week feels like a strange haze of bad choices but with less regret than I would have imagined from being in my position. Kellan and I spent the next few days after the party cooped up in the house. Even though I told him not to, he even skipped a day of basketball practice to be with me.
The room is silent and still in the hot morning light. Perhaps, I think, that it has all be a dream. After all, it’s been too good to be true. Kellan has never paid me any positive attention or shared a kind word. As I lay here alone, I start to believe that none of it happened at all.
“Ugh,” groans a deep voice next to me. My head sharply turns to see Kellan pulling the comforter away from his handsome face. He’s still here. After a few blinks of his sleep-sodden eyes, he turns over toward me. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
“Good morning,” I blush alongside a smile. How is it possible that my asshole stepbrother can make me feel this good? His large arms reach for me and wrap around my torso.
“You feel amazing,” he says as I roll into his arms.
“So do you,” I add. Kellan’s scent fills the air. It’s the warm skin smell that I associate with him. Each morning I had been covered in it. Now the scent makes me feel at home.
“I can’t wait until I can take care of you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been so wonderful at corralling me from acting like an asshole. I’m older than you, I should be the one who makes you feel good like you do me.”
“Well, you’re still an asshole,” I joke.
“Am I now?” Kellan says as he rolls on top of me. His cast scrapes against my arm.
“Ouch!” I yell.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he curls forward and kisses where I had been hurt. “Maybe I am an asshole.”
“Maybe that’s what I like about you.”
“Oh yeah? How about round two then?”
“Are you sure that you’re up for that?” I ask.
“Just get on my cock,” he roars. I start to giggle as I feel him push inside of me. Quickly, my brow gets hot and we start kissing. His cast is still scraping against mine, but this time I don’t care.
Suddenly, I hear the door swing open. My heart stops. Kellan pulls out of me and jumps to the other side of the bed. Only it’s too late.
“What the fuck is going on here?” booms my stepfather as he stands in the doorway.
Chapter 18
I don’t know what to do. Please let this all be a terrible dream. The comforter is pulled over me but I don’t know who has done it. My hands are frozen at my side as Kellan rolls off of me. No, he’s being dragged off of me.
My mother stands at the edge of the bed with her back to me. Kellan is being hauled by my stepfather into the hallway. I hear arguing followed by a loud smack. My mother screams. Someone had been hit.
I want to get up, but I can’t. Too many emotions run through me, causing what seems like a temporary paralysis. My mind drifts to Kellan. Is he okay? His father can be ruthless and after catching us in the act, only time would tell what wrath we will face.
“Please tell me this is a nightmare, Alexia!” my mother screams. “We get a call from the coach saying that Kellan is in the hospital. He ignores all of our calls!”
“I...” My throat is speechless.
“Did you know how badly he was injured?” she screams.
“I...”
“How could you do this?” bawls my mother. She grabs the sides of my arms and shakes me though my face remains stoic. “Say something!”
“I... I...” My throat is d
ry and my eyes are hardened. Then I gather all of the strength that I can to finally burst outward. “Leave him alone!”
My voice flies past my mother’s ears, out of my room, and down the hallway. There still seems to be a commotion coming from the hallway.
“Alexia, stop!” shouts my mother as I spring from the bed. I find a pair of shorts and a t-shirt as I sling them over my body. “Don’t get in the middle of them!”
“He’s going to hurt him!” I yell. Then I rush out of the room to see that the sounds of violence are coming from downstairs. My feet can’t move fast enough as I rush to Kellan’s rescue.
However, once I reach the bottom step, the sound has muffled. I round the corner to the kitchen, expecting to see Kellan subdued by his father. Instead, there is a very different scene. Blood spatters the wall as Kellan sits on his father’s chest. Tears stream down his face as I see my stepfather convulsing on the floor.
“What... what happened?” I asked through pants.
“He hit me, Alexia,” Kellan sobbed. “Right in the face, he hit me so hard and so many times. He always hit me. I never said anything... But, today, he hit me for being with you... I couldn’t take it anymore... I’m sorry...”
Kellan stood up from the floor and I rushed over to him. My arms flung around his muscular body. I noticed his cast that was dripping with blood. Suddenly, I heard my mother step into the room. She let out a glass-shattering scream when she saw my stepfather on the floor. Then she rushes to the telephone and dials three digits.
Kellan feels warm in my arms as hell breaks loose around us. I want to rescue him and get him out of the house. No one in the world will understand the pressure Kellan has lived under his entire life.
“We need to leave,” I say. “Let’s just run out the back door and never come back here again.”
“We don’t do that,” Kellan says as he holds me.
“I don’t want you to go to jail,” I cry. “He’s a monster!”
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