Wanting My Step Brother

[4]

Alex

That had to be a sign. 

That must be a sign that she feels the same way I feel about her. 

Fuck, why is this all so confusing. I hate having these fucking feelings for her. I hate wanting to kiss her all the fucking time. 

If she wasn't my step-sister, everything would be a green light. But she's family, so it be considered fucking weird if I were to do anything remotely sexual with her.  

But she winked. At me. Over her shoulder. In that fucking tiny bikini. 

That had to mean something. Either that, or she knows of my feelings and is torturing me. 

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. Bad fucking idea. 

Images floated into my head. Images of her. Naked, lying next to me on my bed. 

Fuck. 

I wrenched my eyes open, peering down at the evident bulge in my pants. A tent like shape hovering above the crotch. This always happened when I thought of her. 

And he never goes down unless I take care of him. 

Suddenly, a knock sounded from the closed bathroom door. 

It slid open, illuminating my pitch black room. I instantly grabbed a pillow, suffocating the poor fella as I slammed it onto my lap. 

The light behind her gave her an angelic touch. Dressed in tiny pyjama shorts and a loose muscle tank, Blake looked like something from my dreams. 

Well maybe it's because she's always in your fucking dreams. 

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep," Her voice floated into the darkness, "It's too damn hot." 

"I couldn't sleep either," But for different reasons. 

"So, I heard your throwing a party for you birthday," She starts, slowly creeping into my bedroom, like she didn't know if she should come any closer, or stay by the door. 

"Where did you hear that?" I ask, pushing myself up into a sitting position. 

"Zach told me," She squeaked, taking a steady seat on the edge of my bed. Her green eyes shining in the moonlight were attached to my torso. 

That fucking jack off. 

Zach's been Blake's boyfriend for around two years now, and he still manages to fucking piss me off. Blake could be treated by someone much better than that pussy-deflector. 

"Nothing's been actually decided yet," I murmur, my eyes meeting hers were a dead on stare. 

She snorted, turning her face so her ash-brown hair fell like a curtain, "Is that your way of telling me you don't want me to come?" 

Oh course I didn't want her to come. 

The parties I go to aren't just any normal party. They become ragers. Full of drunk guys looking for any lonely girl to fuck. And I'd hate myself if something like that happened to Blake. 

"What happened?" Blake asked, turning her face towards me, "To us? We use to talk and tell each other everything all the time." 

"Highschool, I guess, " I shrugged, "I went on with football, you went with swimming. You met your friends...and Zach. We just split ways." 

"Right," She sighs, pulling herself to her feet, "Well just so you know, I miss talking to you." 

"Yeah, me too," I whisper, low enough that she might not have heard. 

"Goodnight, Alex." She muttered, turning to close the door as she stepped into the bathroom. 

"Night, Blake." I said, just before she closed the door. 

I was then left in darkness and silence. I took away the pillow, groaning when I saw he had gotten bigger at the just the mere sight of blake. 

Fuck. 

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