Not My Girl

by Caz May

  “Rox, are you done?”

  “Yeah, just letting the water out. Can you grab me a towel?”

  I slide the curtain back—closing my eyes—and hand her the towel.

  “You can look now,” she tells me, and I open my eyes, gulping when I take her hand to help her step out of the bath. She looks good in a towel, but Teagan would look better my head reminds me; my dick following suit.

  Walking out into the hallway, I’m heading to my room when Rox asks, “Can you lie with me? Until I fall asleep.”

  “Yeah, if you want,” I reply, following her into her bedroom. She slips her nightie over her body and lets the towel drop to the floor. And getting into the bed beside her—she snuggles into my chest—and I know this is most definitely a very bad idea.

  I don’t make good choices when it comes to Roxanne, and I know that Jessie is going to have my head if he finds out I’m again taking care of his kid sister.

  I shouldn’t feel like I need to take care of her. Rox is not my girl, but still, I soothe her, smoothing the hair off her forehead, and I smile when she says sleepily, “Thanks for taking care of me, Chad.”

  “Anytime, Rox,” I reply closing my eyes even though I shouldn’t.

  14. Chad

  Rolling over, waking up, my arm feels like a dead weight. I’m fucking holding Rox in my arms. She’s still sleeping, soft moans escaping her lips. It’s kinda cute.

  I don’t want to disturb her, but it’s clear I need to get out of her bed right fucking now; my dick is hard.

  I can’t believe I’m in a bed—with Rox—and my goddamn dick has decided to have a party in my daks. I’m thinking maybe I dreamt of Teagan, and this morning hard-on is because of that, not the fact that Rox’s pert, non-covered arse is pressing up against my crotch. But of course, I’m panicking, thinking about what Rox will think if she wakes up and finds me one, still in her bed, and two, with a damn hard on.

  Slowly, so I don’t wake her I peel my arm away from her side, edging away from her body before flinging my legs over the side of the bed. I rush out of her room and back to mine, flopping down on the bed. Closing my eyes, I slide a hand into my boxers and fist my dick, stroking it with thoughts of Teagan filling my mind.

  After what seems like hours I wake up again, still with a hard-on. I think of all matter of rotten things to calm it down and climb out of bed, heading to the kitchen to get some brekky into my grumbling guts. Sauntering into the kitchen, in only my boxers I find Rox making breakfast; bacon and eggs which smells divine. Inhaling the smell my guts grumble more, and I step up behind her, teasingly pressing my dick against her arse. She wiggles a little and whimpers in an odd sexy kinda way.

  It makes me shift backwards, with a smirk on my face that I can’t hide even though I want to when Rox turns around smiling at me.

  “Thanks for looking after me last night,” she says sweetly.

  “No worries, Rox. I’m sorry for this morning though,” I say gruffly.

  “This morning? What happened this morning?”

  “Um...oh nothing...just not waking up in your bed. Thought you might have missed me,” I jeer, stepping up closer to her again, and grabbing her around the waist to tickle her like I used when we were kids.

  “Stop, Chad, stop,” she protests, squirming in my arms and giggling.

  Letting her go, I smirk at her again, feeling an odd rush of emotions hit me. It’s not the intense physical attraction I feel for Teagan, but something else entirely and it’s scary as hell because this is Rox—Roxanne, my surrogate little sister—that I’m thinking about.

  In my daze, I don’t realise she’s turned around again to finish the bacon and eggs.

  To her back I ask, “Is something bothering you Rox?”

  She laughs, turning around with a plate of greasy brekky goodness. “Yeah, I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Oh? If it’s a date then it’s a no.”

  “Of course it’s not asking you on a date.”

  “Then what, Rox?” I jeer, nabbing a piece of the bacon and biting down on it hard.

  “I was thinking we should all go out for your birthday, drinks and karaoke.”

  “Sounds ripper, Rox. Give me the deets and I’m so there,” I reply, nabbing another piece of bacon and heading back to my bedroom.

  15. Roxanne

  Putting my MacBook up on my dresser I open FaceTime and dial Nellie. Her smiling face pops up on my screen. “Hey girl, please tell me you’re going to wear those?”

  Laughing I glance down at my black bra and g-string, that barely cover any skin and make my boobs pop.

  “Oh, yeah, totally. But sadly I don’t think even this ensemble would make Chad see me as anything but his little sister.”

  Nellie chuckles. “I beg to differ, my friend. But show me what you’ve got planned?”

  I rush into my walk-in wardrobe, grabbing out my black denim ripped jeans, white crop tank and leather jacket with zips all over it.

  Yanking them on quickly, I admire myself in the cheval mirror, and I know it’s the right outfit; sexy without revealing to much skin.

  Stopping back in front of my MacBook I turn, showing off to Nellie; who wolf whistles at me, laughing.

  “Oh Roxy, damn girl!”

  “You like?”

  “Love, Roxy, fucking love. And Chad will too.”

  “I doubt that Nel, but thanks for the confidence.”

  “He’d have to be blind to not see you in this.”

  I laugh, clutching my bare stomach. “Yeah, well, Chad is obviously blind. But I hope that maybe tonight might change things.”

  “Yeah me too, Roxy. Wish I could be there.”

  “Me too, Nel, but your parents anniversary dinner is more important.”

  “Yeah, speaking of, I gotta go help Nate organise some decorations. Go get your man, girl.” She blows me a kiss.

  “I’ll try, Nel. Tell your parents congrats from me.”

  “Will do, bye Roxanne,” she says, with a jeering tone.

  I hang up, closing my MacBook and turning back to again admire myself in the cheval mirror.

  I’m feeling confident, but also nervous as hell. I want Chad to see me as more than just Jessie’s little sister. For him to have a bodily reaction in his daks like he does when he talks about or obviously thinks about Teagan.

  I didn’t tell him that I was actually awake the other morning when he got out of bed; didn’t tell him that I felt his hard—and big—morning wood pressing against my butt. I’d desperately wanted to roll over and kiss him, to finally give him my v-card, considering I was wet but I didn’t. Chad doesn’t feel that way about me now, but I wonder if he once did and it makes a memory flash in my mind whilst I head to the bathroom to do my makeup.

  ❤︎

  Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and Chad grabs me by the shoulders, looking straight at me. “Rox, please don’t cry. It’s not forever. And I can still come over.”

  “But your new family might not let you. And you’ve gotta go to a new school,” I blurt out, then sob, hiccups rising up my throat.

  “Well, I’ll make sure they let me Rox. You and Jessie are just as much my family as Carly is. I love you.”

  A loud hiccup escapes my mouth, and I smile, “Really? You love me?” I know my words probably sound desperate, but I’m a thirteen-year-old girl with a huge crush on the guy standing in front of me.

  “Not like that, dufus,” he says smirking at me.

  “Oh well, then I um...I love you too, Chad,” I say softly, but I most definitely mean it in ‘that way’; the I want him to kiss me and do dirty things to me like I saw in the movie ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ that Mum was watching one night.

  He pulls me closer, brushing his thumb against my jaw, and I realise that my hiccups have stopped. His gaze is locked on mine, and butterflies explode in a flurry in my belly.

  “Not goodbye, Rox, ok?” he says, almost stammering on the words, and making my heart pound. There’s an odd promise
in those words, and I take a deep breath in, exhaling a soft, “ok, Chad.”

  And before I can think, or take in other deep breath to calm myself, his delectable plump lips press against mine in a soft sweet kiss; my first kiss.

  He pulls back and smiles. “That was...wow...my...first...kiss,” I stammer, trying to hold back my smile and also trying to hold back from jumping up on my tiptoes to kiss him again; harder.

  “I know Rox. Save all your firsts for me, please,” he begs, smiling but with a sad tone in his voice, “I gotta go, ok?”

  I take in a deep breath, not trusting myself to say anything. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I feel like I’m about to melt when he takes my hand, kissing it before he pulls away. He doesn’t look back when he grabs his bags from beside his feet and heads out the door to his new foster family.

  ❤︎

  That was the last time I’d seen Chad until he walked back into our lives a month ago. And applying my makeup now, thinking of that first kiss again sends the butterflies aflutter in my belly, and now also the tingles in my crotch. Tonight is definitely the night to make Chad see me like he did when I was thirteen. He loved me then, so maybe he still does.

  16. Chad

  Rox takes my hand, dragging me inside ‘Star sing Karaoke bar’. She’s giggling, on top of the world and her outfit is hot as blazers.

  My eyes don’t know where to look, her bare stomach, her cleavage or across at Teagan—attached to Jessie—who’s wearing a figure-hugging body con dress in red. Teagan looks sexy, but it’s an outfit that screams look at me and I totally get why Jessie is clinging onto her like a damn koala.

  I’m jealous as fuck that I can’t hold her in that dress and glancing around the bar when we enter I can see practically every guy in the room stops a moment to give her an approving glance.

  “So birthday boy, what are you drinking tonight?” Rox asks me, pulling me up to the bar eagerly. Jessie, Teagan and the other mates I’d asked to come along go to find some seats across the room, near the stage where badly out of tune idiots are belting out a song I don’t know.

  “Beer, Rox. And you should get yourself a cocktail.”

  “Oh, I plan to get one of their famous frozen Strawberry Daiquiri’s.”

  “Sounds sickly sweet, like you Rox.” My words are meant to be a tease but she gives me dagger eyes. And I feel like a tool. “Sorry Rox.”

  “All good,” she replies, before stepping up to the bar and ordering confidently.

  Once the barman serves the drinks on a tray, I help her carry them over to the booth where our friends have sat.

  We all sip the beers and cocktails, chatting amongst ourselves. My eyes watch Teagan sipping on the daiquiri, her lips wrapping around the straw and I wonder what they’d feel like around my cock instead of around a cocktail straw. I’m about to head up to the bar to order another round, noticing that Rox has finished her daiquiri, but she squeals loudly, “Oh my god, I love this song! Dance with me Teags?”

  Teags? Since when are they so close.

  “Oh yeah, Roxy. This song is my jam,” Teagan yelps, getting to her feet. Rox pulls her onto the dance floor and they start dancing—gyrating—to ‘Low by Flo Rida’. Their bodies are against each other, their arses swaying to the beat and Rox crouches to her knees when the words, ‘she hit the floor, next thing you know, shorty got low, low’ come through the speakers. I’m watching them—with every other guy in the room—and my dick is screaming in my daks, throbbing and feeling like it’s about to explode when Teagan slaps Rox’s arse playfully like the words of the song say.

  I can’t fucking stand it, I need to get out there, and show them my moves. Sliding across the dance floor I wedge myself in between them and I’m a Chad sandwich between Rox and Teagan. Teagan is behind me, and Rox in front of me. They gyrate their hips against me, turning around and rubbing up and down all over me. It’s so dirty and making me hot, sweaty and way too excited. I can see Jessie is angry and jealous, but I’m loving it too much to actually give a shit.

  The song changes to something girly, and Rox giggles, another excited squeal comes from her lips, and her and Teagan start singing, ‘Every time we touch’. I’m still lost in the dancing when Jessie comes up to us, joining in by stepping up behind Teagan and pulling her away. Rox is still dancing against me, and I look at her, suddenly feeling completely mesmerised by her. The girl certainly knows how to dance and drive a guy crazy. She wraps an arm around my neck, her back still pressed against me. Her breathing has turned to panting, and our lips are mere centimetres from each other. I’m seriously considering kissing her—kissing Rox—but the song ends, and some other people step up onto to the stage for another karaoke round. Rox glares at me angrily before heading back to the bar. I officially feel like a complete wanker, and when I sit back down the angry glare Jessie gives me makes me feel even worse. Rox is not my girl—and neither is Teagan—so I don’t know what his damn problem is; we were just dancing, but clearly he thinks something else is going on with me and his kid sister.

  “Well, Chad? You wanna tell me something?”

  “Nothing to tell.”

  “Really? So there’s nothing going on between you and Roxanne?”

  “Not a damn chance in hell, my friend. We were just dancing.”

  “Keep it that way, or you’ll have no balls, my friend,” he taunts menacingly.

  Rox returns with some more drinks, and I down another beer in an attempt to get so drunk I don’t have to remember my birthday going to shit and also maybe drunk enough to find a girl to take home to lose myself into for the night; to forget about girls who can’t be mine.

  17. Chad

  Downing another beer, I feel it hit me hard, the buzz racing through my veins. The girls and Jessie are still killing it on the dance floor, but I’m taking a moment or two, to stand back from that madness; to give my aching dick a break. Although I’m not having much luck with that because Teagan and Rox are still all over each other and it’s such a damn turn on.

  But seeing Jessie latching onto Teagan is making me so jealous, so jealous that a stupid thought fills my mind and I know Jessie is going to think I’m a prick; a prick that can’t stop cracking onto his girl but I want her to be mine.

  Putting my pint down I saunter up to the stage, eyeing Teagan when I speak to the DJ about doing a karaoke number. He gives me an odd look when I choose Promiscuous by Timbaland & Nelly Furtado. “You sure mate? That’s a duet.”

  “Dead sure, man,” I reply, pointing to Teagan on the dance floor, “and I’m going to drag that pretty as fuck chick up to sing it with me.”

  “The brunette?” He enquires, licking his lips. I shake my head.

  “No, the blonde. The brunette might as well be my sister.”

  “Right, well the song’s all lined up. Get ready.”

  I hear his words, watching as he lines up the karaoke track on the screen as the song he’s playing fades out. Stepping up to the girls and Jessie, I grab Teagan's hand, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Sing with me, Teags.”

  I’m trying to pull her up on the stage, only a metre from it when she snatches her hand from mine, screaming at me, “No Chad, please. I don’t want to.”

  Her refusal is a kick in the guts. It shouldn’t hurt so much but it feels like she’s kneed me in the balls and when Jessie gives me dagger eyes I laugh. Yep, I fucking laugh, because I’m the worst kinda friend and the least I can do now is jump on the stage and sing my broken heart out, whilst looking like a complete idiot.

  I close my eyes, the song starting and I blurt out the rap words, “How you doing, young lady?”

  I let my voice trail off, preparing myself for singing the female part. But I’m cut off when a sweet soprano—clearly a female— voice cuts through my ears. I open my eyes, feeling suddenly mesmerised by the voice, and gape at who is singing with me. I’m so lost and caught on the voice that I nearly miss my cue to sing the next male part.

  Rox has jumped up on the
stage and she’s singing it with me.

  I continue the male part, feeling the beat of the music rush through me, and also not able to take my eyes of Rox when she starts to dance around me, singing the words, “Promiscuous boy, you already know I’m already yours.”

  I have to admit she looks fucking gorgeous strutting around the stage, completely owning the song, making the words hers. I feel the tension between us mounting—it’s on fire—and I’m feeling hot, flustered and it’s not just from the stage lights.

  Roxanne Donaghey is teasing me, flaunting her hot as fuck body on the stage, singing her heart out to a dirty suggestive as hell song, and when she steps up right into my personal space; so close I can feel her breath over the microphone when she sings the final lines of the song.