My Stepbrother secret obsession

Fourth Of July

I had connected my carPlay with the stereo earlier, and crush by Sebastian Paul is softly playing through the speakers.

"I missed this."

I heard him, but I didn't respond. My eyes remained closed, my lips shifting into a tender smile as my fingers traced his constricted pack abs above the light fabric of his shirt.

It was the only communication we had ever since he pulled out of our driveway, with me clinging to him, having my heart erupts with euphoria.

Our phones had gone off several times, mostly his, but he had ignored it and squeezed our laced fingers until we stopped by taco bell for their drive-through service.

"I supposed you are hungry." He asked from above me, and I sat back in my seat and nodded my brows at him.

He smiled and winded the window beside me.

"What would you like?"

"Nacho fries," I answered, and he made an order for mine and a double-decker taco for himself.

As we wait for the attendant to prepare our order, I lean my back against the door, innocently facing Leigh.

"You cook at school?" I curiously asked the irrelevant question.

He takes my legs, stretches them from the fold position they were, over to his lap while he answers, seeming thoughtful himself, "Not really, we do have this Uhm... nutrition plans our coach is so strict about, but I think I've been in the kitchen a couple of times. At midnight mostly because my stomach tends to cry at those hours."

I giggled, and he smiled.

"What about laundry?" I asked, wanting to know how he has his routine planned. "Or do you get someone who does that for you too?"

"So, in case you're wondering, I miss a lot of benefits." He explained. His voice is as sweet as sugar.

"Does people miss any benefit when they go to Princeton?" I challenged with playfully accusing eyes.

His lips shrugged, his eyes thoughtfully heavenward, when be pointed, "Their girlfriend when she's not with them."

Smiling, I bite my bottom lip and look away from his charming smile that was proposing something I had thought of on a couple of occasions.

"Dad had talked of your grades, Ava. I am sure if you apply to Princeton, you will get in." He sounded serious and pleadingly.

He wants me to come with him!

"I can choose you for my roommate then and kick Charlie; he had been a very frustrating snorer."

I giggled and looked back at his hopeful eyes.

"Why not kick him out now then?"

"The housing system randomly paired us. Freshers don't get all the privileges like the upperclassmen."

"What? Don't tell me they do that shit in college."

"Oh, they do." He nodded with a firm expression on. "They perform this ritual every first day of resumption. Seniors and juniors will kidnap first-year students into the woods, strip them naked and make them swear to worship them until graduation. They will have it on video and make sure the victims don't talk about it. It's like a cult."

"Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed. Eyes popped out in fear and mainly in concern for Leigh and me. "They did that to you?"

"Mmm-hmm." He nodded with sealed lips, staring into the distance through the windscreen.