The day you was born is suppose to be the happiest day of your life for the rest of it. But for me, it wasn't I hated my birthday. Nothing good came on my birthday, so on my eighteenth birthday I wasn't anything to be different than all the years before.
I stood in my closet up on a char looking for a certain skirt to wear for tonight. I had already gone though everything else, so it had to be up on the top shelf.
"Wow baby what are looking for" I greet my teeth hearing his voice
Than squat down in the char looking at him.
"Do not call me baby, and I am looking for a skirt"
He is my step brother, his mom and my dad have been married for three years now. And I have had to put up with him for three years now. His older than I am but he still lives here with us because he has to stay close to his mom.
He leans against the door frame looking at me.
"You get any hotter you'll burn this house down" He tells me
I roll my eyes, jumping up I go to turn back to what I am doing but I miss my footing. I squeal out as I start to fall, I close my eyes expecting hard impact. But what I feel is strong, flesh holding me up.
"Careful" he says
My green eyes open looking into his brown ones.
"Thank you" I breathe
He smiles
"You alright Dee"
"Yeah"
He helps me to stand up onto my feet, his arms wrapped around my wast.
"There you are" he says "Maybe you should look on the bottom shelf for your skirt"
"But the one I wants not down there" I pout
I see his smirk, feeling his thick hand move across my side then down to my hip.
"Will way don't you tell me what it looks like and I will see if I can find it"
"No I got it"
"Oh no you're not getting back up there. Your dad will have my head if I let anything happen to you"
"Really well get out of my room and you want have to worry about it"
"Smart ass"
"Fuck you" I hiss
"Come on then" he pulls me closer and I feel his hard chest
His hand goes down further, over my thigh, his finger tracing my pantie line.
"You're sick"
"You're the one that wants me to fuck you"
My eyes go down
"Let me go Bran so I can get my clothes on"
"Just let me help you find your fucking skirt Dee don't be stupid"
"Fine, its white and short"
"That it"
"Yeah"
His fingers glaze over my skin as he releases me. He moves past me looking up in the top shelf, moving things around as I stand behind him waiting.
"This it" he ask turning to me
I smile as he holds up the skirt I have been looking for.
"Yes, think you Bran"
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Between the Sheets
Любовные романыTHIS STORY IS RATED R IT IS FOR MATURE READERS ONLY (This story contains bad grammar and a lot of misspelled words if you can't read without being rude then don't read at all. I expect help but not rudeness. I do have a life outside of writing and I...
