A side he never shows me.
A side that died the day my mother did.
How perfect was it that we had a class together too? A girl with a chip on her shoulder. Maybe she should take responsibility for her disgusting actions. But no, she came in full force with her poor-little-me attitude. She tried to stay under the radar. Her head tucked low, hoping to go unseen. But I changed that when I purposely stepped into her space, igniting her feisty side.
Messing with her was the easy part. She took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. I ate up all her frowns and childish name-calling and loved watching her flush with embarrassment when I talked dirty about her underwear. I already knew what she had on. I saw it in her room when I snooped through her things the night before.
What I didn’t expect was seeing our physics teacher have the same reaction to her. Mr. Fucking Gibson. I expected it out of her. With her past and all, but him? Fucking hitting on a student? I should have reported him.
Instead, I watched it play out. Having something on her seemed more useful than putting a stop to whatever was going on. But then I saw them. Him so close to her. Her allowing it. It set a fire inside me I didn’t expect. She was mine to fuck with. Mine to ruin. Not his. I didn’t barrel into the classroom to stop it, though. I decided to keep the info to myself, but I couldn’t let him touch her, so I slammed my book on the floor and took off.
It wasn’t until I saw her alone at the party that I decided it was time. I’d been itching to touch her all week. See just how enticing she was. To my surprise, she let me. In public, no less. The little minx let me violate her in the middle of the fucking woods where anyone could have walked up. If she allowed me to do that, I can’t imagine what she would allow from our asshole physics teacher.
When I saw her out of her mind at the party, I almost left her there. I’m not sure what stopped me, but I found myself picking her up and telling her concerned friend I was her stepbrother and would make sure she was taken care of and brought home. What I didn’t tell her is I’m the worst kind of sibling. When I got her home, I stripped her clothes off, basked in the beauty of her body, and took photos, just in case.
Chapter 9
Catalina
Another voicemail.
“Hey, Dad, it’s me again. You really need to call me back. It’s not working out for me here. If you let me come back, I’ll get a job. I can help with bills. I’ll cook. Anything! Please, just call me back. How long can you keep your phone off?”
I hang up, feeling the dread of that question. Probably the whole honeymoon.
I roll onto my side, clutching my pillow to my chest. I can’t stay here. Not after realizing the asshole is my stepbrother. My crude, arrogant, hot stepbrother. I smash my face into my pillow and silently scream. I wish I could rewind time. Know then what I know now. And what would I have done? Not let my asshole stepbrother bring me to the hottest orgasm I’ve ever had. How embarrassing. He hate fucked me, and I let him. Then he shamed me, which I deserved. I thought it was bad only having to see him at school. Now, I’m going to have to see him in the hallway, share a shower, worry he’ll walk into my room at any time. I’ve already sworn off family dinners because there is no way I’m eating at the same table as him and his sinister, smug face.
Luckily, I’ve done an excellent job hiding in my room all weekend. Mom ate up the whole food poisoning lie Hunter fed her and left me alone. Anytime a knock sounded on my door, I cringed, thinking it was him.
“Why not get the boot for doing something so unthinkable, they’re forced to kick me out.”
“Plan on having fun while I do it, too.”
I hate the way my body betrays me anytime his words replay in my head. I may not be sick from food poisoning, but I feel sick from something. Regret? Embarrassment? The fact that I liked what happened?
Just like the nights before, my dreams haunt me. They start with Kenneth. Then work on to Hunter. Both finding a way to provoke me. Draw me in. Touch me in ways I sickly crave. But when I climax, it’s been Hunter’s face that always jolts me awake. My body is too hot. Too bothered. Just this morning, I was forced to slide my fingers into my panties and relieve the tension. I bit my lip as I pumped inside my heat, wickedly imagining Hunter’s hand slipping in and out. His breath, smelling like whiskey and breath mints, tickled my senses. And every time I come, I whisper Hunter’s name.
I need to get the hell out of here.
After two days of hiding and masturbating, the weekend comes to an end and it’s time to go back to school. Dad still hasn’t returned my calls, and I’m not any closer to going home
I debate heading out early and showering at school, but I don’t want to risk running into Mr. Gibson. Turning over, I inspect the clock. The sun isn’t up yet. I may have the chance to slip in and out of the shower before Hunter wakes up. I haven’t heard his music start until late, which means he won’t be getting up any earlier than needed.
I rush to gather my things and pop my head out. All seems quiet, so I tiptoe into the bathroom. I start the water, shimmy out of my pajamas, and hop in. Grabbing for Hunter’s loofah, I pour a glop of my lavender body wash on it and briskly clean my body and shave. I close my eyes and dip my head back to rinse out the shampoo—
“Your tits are smaller than I imagined.”
I almost slip at the sound of Hunter’s voice. My eyes bulge open when I turn and see him through the glass door taking a piss.
“Hunter, get the fuck out!”
“No. It’s my bathroom.”
“Yeah, and also mine.”
He looks at me as if I bore him and turns back to the toilet. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Plus, we’re family. Purely innocent.”
He winks at me, and I scoff at his words, trying to use my arms to cover myself. “If you don’t leave, I’m going to scream. What would your dad think of you then? When I say I caught his pervert son peeping at his sister?”
His laughter ignites that spark I hate.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you scream and find out?” God, I hate him. He knows I won’t. He knows my mom will blame me. “Do tell me, sis, do you always moan like that when you masturbate?”
Even in the steaming shower, my cheeks redden. “What? I don’t—”
“No need to lie to me. Those little pants I’ve been hearing coming from your room…”
“I do not pant when I masturbate.”
“Ah, so you do masturbate. Who are you thinking about when you fuck yourself? Me or our physics teacher?”
Gah! “Get out!” My raised voice doesn’t bother him. He finishes, tucks himself back into his boxer briefs, and flushes. I fight to keep my expression indifferent, but I can’t help but notice how long and wide his cock is.
He casually turns to walk out but stops and looks back. “Seriously, though. Get your own loofah. Your girly shit smells.”
Screw him.
Hunter is gone before I’m out of the shower and ready for school. I silently thank the gods above and enter the kitchen, for once prepared to ask for a ride since there’s a blizzard outside. A note from Mom on the counter tells me Hunter said I didn’t need a ride, so she and William left for work. “Asshole.” I crumple the note and toss it in the garbage. I debate on skipping school because what’s the point? There’s no way I’m going to make it the rest of this semester.