Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

7

As soon as we were in our bedroom, I pushed him down onto the bed that we were to share, and then I slammed the bedroom door shut. I strode back over to him, though the room was so small that it was just a few steps.

"Why are you covering for me?" I asked him in an angry tone. I realised that no matter how happy I was that he had lied for me, I couldn't ignore how he had treated me last night.

"You'd do the same for me -"

"Oh come off it, Ritchie," I spat at him, seeing red, "I barely even know you. We've been thrown together in this stupid situation, and now you're lying for me - why?"

"Just being nice -"

"Tell me the fucking truth or I swear to God..." I scowled at him, crossing my arms against my chest. His eyes went to my chest and I realised what he was looking at; my breasts. They were large, but with my arms pushed underneath them, they were perky and even bigger.

I wondered what he was thinking about them.

Ritchie sighed deeply, closed his eyes for several seconds and then opened them before he explained, "I was unreasonable last night."

"You were." I agreed.

"If you want to give yourself to John, then that's your problem -"

I breathed out in laughter. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't believe the audacity of my stupid stepbrother.

"I didn't give myself to him. I've never given myself to anybody, Ritchie, not that it's any of your business -"

"You haven't?" He asked in disbelief, leaning forward slightly.

"Why?" I asked him in an accusatory tone, "is that a surprise to you? Did you assume that your sixteen-year-old stepsister would be a slut?"

"No, I..." Ritchie bit his lip, "I didn't think that, I just... it seems like not many girls your age are still, y'know, virgins..."

"Yeah, well." I shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why have you never... y'know... been with someone?" He looked up at me through his thick eyelashes and I felt my heart melt.

I definitely felt something for him, and I didn't think it was a normal feeling for a stepsister to feel for her stepbrother.

"Because I'm waiting for the right boy -"

Ritchie scoffed. "You'll be lucky to find him in this shit heap." He stood up and came to stand directly in front of me. There was a mere two inches between us. I held my breath because his scent was intoxicating, making me dizzy. We stood in silence for a solid minute, both of our chests rising and falling quickly because of the way we were feeling. I swayed on my feet, my head felt light. Ritchie chuckled and put his hands on me, one on either of my upper arms. He drew closer to me, an inch between our lips. "You should come with me to London..."

My breathing was erratic, and I was sure that my heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it.

"I-I can't, Ritch..." I want to. I wanted to go with him so badly.

"Of course not," he drew away from me and I felt like crying as the moment passed and the distance between us increased. He stepped back and let go of me. I almost asked him to put his hands on me once more, but I held my tongue. "I bet daddy wouldn't let you."

My eyes were tearing up. "Ritch," I whimpered, my shoulders wracking with the force of keeping my sobs in, "don't be like this -"

"I forgot," Ritchie said quietly, "you're just a little girl... you couldn't even go to the shop without daddy's say-so -"

"Ritch, I'm not -"

"A child."

"Ritchie, I -"

"Children shouldn't be working at the Cavern," he said, drawing closer to me once more. He moved so quickly that I had hardly realised what he was doing.

"Ritch, I'm not a child." I cried, now unable to stop the tears from flowing. "I'm sixteen!"

"You're supposed to be in school!" He exclaimed, "not working! Not going off with my best mate -"

"Is that what this is about?" It all made sense after that. He was jealous of me with John, even though there was nothing between the two of us. Ritchie remained quiet. "You're jealous?" I laughed, a high pitched laugh that didn't belong to me. Maybe it belonged to my alter-ego - the one who was in love with her stepbrother.

Perhaps in love was a bit far to go...

Had feelings for, definitely, but in love with?

"I'm not jealous of John." Ritchie scowled.

I laughed again, "you are." I stepped closer to him and went onto my tiptoes so we were the same height. "Ritchie, you're jealous of John because of how I am with him." I paused, leaning closer to Ritchie's ear, "how I dance with him..." I bit my lip, "close... how I let him touch me, and push his body against mine -"

Hot heavy lips were sandwiched against my own, and Ritchie's arms were around my body, pulling me close against him. His hands were blazing a trail over my backside.

And then, just as suddenly as he had been kissing me, he was gone and across the room.

"What...?" I traced my lips with my forefinger, my heart thumping in my chest. Did that really just happen?

"I'm not jealous of John," Ritchie panted. I looked into his eyes and saw that the pupils were blown. "I was last night, but... I'm not, now."

"W-why?" I asked him, trembling.

I wanted to kiss him again.

I wanted him to kiss me again.

"Because I have something that he doesn't."

Stop being so cryptic, Ritchie.

He walked past me, so close that I could smell his efflux. My thoughts were jumbled once more.

He pecked me once on the lips and I gasped into it.

Ritchie smirked and pulled away, going over to the door. He opened it and stood in the doorway, "I have you, my Debbie doll."

And then he was gone.