My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN:

The shadow of her pretty face was close to mine, when I laid on the swim chair. I could smell the sweet fragrance of the berry juice she drank, and it seemed to intoxicate my senses.

I pulled her head back immediately I realized that she withdrew, and those pretty heart lips caught my eyes. They looked so irresistible at that point.

Her tongue and lips were in my mouth, and I kissed them passionately like I had longed for them. And it was true. I had. Probably since the day that we had a bump kiss, or even earlier than that.

The one that happened a few days ago in the backyard of our house, was the alcohol that I drank controlling what I wanted. When I realized what I had done, I was too taken aback to talk about it immediately we broke from the kiss.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I took advantage of my drunken state to leave her there without saying any words, and to also pretend like I didn’t remember anything the next day. I felt so much guilt.

I felt so bad for everything that I had done, that it couldn’t bring me to talk about what my heart wanted. Talking about it, or acknowledging it was a no for me. There was no way that it could, or should happen.

‘How would I say that my feelings for my stepsister were growing by the day? That it was the same girl that I wanted to leave our house so badly. The same girl I didn’t treat so nicely.’

Schools were on a midterm break, and the guilt intensified anytime I saw her around the house. She was also not talking to me about anything, and it bothered me to know if she was pissed off.

I didn’t have the right to like someone like her. If I were, to be honest about everything and as a person, she was too good for me. Living with her even made me realize more. When I would sit alone by my bedside thinking about everything fun I usually did, my thoughts would point to her.

I switched off my phone for so long that I couldn’t reply to Debby, or my friend’s calls even if they tried to. For days, I was trapped in my room writing my gaming pitches over and over again like the ones I’ve written were not enough.

I spent my nights improving my game with Dabby’s innovative ideas, wishing that she would see it one last time as her real self, and not DAYNNE. On the day Dabby’s mum announced a vacation, I submitted my gaming entry for a competition that I had been waiting for.

As Dad drove through the trip to the vacation house, the earpods I put in my ears were playing no music all through. I could hear everything that was still going on around, even the videos that Dabby kept watching and laughing at. Her laughter made me chuckle inwardly.

While we ate after unpacking, the only thing I could take was alcohol because it helped to clear my thoughts. I was too sad and confused about everything, and I didn’t like how things had taken turns between us. Not until she came to where I was laying down and we kissed.

Taking a closer look at Dabby as she sat across my lap, made me realize that she was so beautiful. It made me wonder why I had not affirmed it all along even if I knew. She obviously had no kissing experience, but she wasn’t that bad either because she caught in quickly.

Her pure innocence made my heart skip a beat as she gazed at me, and it made me realize that she was different from the other girls that I had seen, and made out with. The whole of me was hippity-hopping, and it got really hard to control myself.

My hands worked their way into her top and pulled it over her head, and her body was so beautiful. It looked perfect. Her

hands slipped from my back to my neck, as her fingers gripped on my hair. Her hands felt like warm embers, raising a fire from within me.

My hands rubbed slowly on her back through her underwear, as my fingers trailed slowly along the nape of her neck down her spine. I was lost in the insistent pleasure of what I was doing as my hand moved to the side of her body, when I suddenly broke from the kiss realizing what we were doing.

‘She is now my stepsister, and our parents are inside the vacation house. What the heck were we doing?’

Her eyes held disappointment when I stopped what I was doing, and I suddenly became shut out of words. We were doing the same thing we did days ago, and I had nothing to say to her again, as she gazed at my eyes while trying to catch her breath.

“We shouldn’t do this, should we?” My mouth suddenly found words out, and they were the exact reflection of what I had been thinking along, “This can never be you and me,” I continued.

She was dumbfounded for a while as she looked at me, and my heart feared what she would say. It suddenly felt like anything she would say, would affect whatever would happen between us again. And of course, it would.

“Of course, we shouldn’t,” her lips barely uttered audible words, as she came off my lap immediately.

Her hand grabbed her top that was sprawled on the floor beside me, and she put it on immediately, “Goodnight,” she added before leaving, like we just finished eating dinner and were bidding one another farewell. I felt worse.

The next day was bright with our vacation picking its full pace. When I came out in the morning, Joanne was setting the table with drinks and other things, while Dabby was making barbeque.

Seeing her standing there like nothing happened while tossing the meat that made sizzling sounds, flashed the memories of the previous night in my head. I was about to turn away from them to go spend my day alone, when I heard a loud voice call to me, which made me think that I must be hallucinating.

“Can you get extra beef from the refrigerator? I think we need more,” I held Dabby’s voice to me, which almost made me freeze in shock at what could be going on.

‘Why was she calling me? No, why was she calling me like nothing happened? Why was she talking to me? I expected her to ghost me for days.’

In a few minutes, I was back with what she said she wanted, and she collected it casually after murmuring a thank you. She continued what she was doing like nothing mattered, and happily served the barbeque on the table after she was done. Nothing happened.

Joanne went in to change to her swimsuit, and jumped into the pool after setting out in a nice lingerie. With their physique and everything, it was so that Dabby was a replica of her mother. I walked back into the house, and went to sit on the rooftop.

Dabby stepped out a few minutes later, and I didn’t notice that it was her standing by the pool, by the time my gaze shifted to what was happening down. She looked damn sexy even more than the first time I had seen her like that, and it was driving me crazy to know how she affected me.

She didn’t look like she was going to swim, and just laid on the pool bench. I didn’t know why she felt that it was perfect to sunbathe at the time, but her body sprawled so straight on the bench and it 100% caught my attention. I couldn’t help but stare endlessly. It wasn’t easy to stop looking at her.

It was the same thing the next day while they played games and toured the meadows, but Dabby was acting normally and talking to me till we left vacation house for our home back in town. It suffocated me.

I wanted to ask her what was going on in her mind, because she was totally different from the Dabby that I knew. I was sure that our parents would have noticed some kind of closeness between us, that was simply orchestrated by Dabby which felt forced as much as I thought of it. Regardless, it was killing me.

I was the one who suggested being normal, yet I was feeling really uncomfortable with it. When it got to a point, I didn’t answer whatever she said to me again like the greetings and all. She didn’t mind and just went on with her own business.

When my friends called in again, they said that they were going to come to my house, if I didn’t meet with them at our usual spot. I had no choice but to go and see them, because I could never allow them to come whenever Dad was around.

I told them that my dad and I had a family ceremony we had to attend, because I could not tell them that it was a family vacation. They also had an idea that I didn’t seem to have a very close relationship with my father. I met with Debby too, and told her the same thing even if I was tired of the relationship we had.

It was Monday morning, and things were still the same at home. Dabby was so weird after what happened, and I tried to ignore every feeling she was bringing out of me. I was coming down from the stairs after a long sleepless night, only to hear Dabby’s voice fret in exasperation.

“You are coming for me and Damien’s parents’ meeting day?!”