The Step-Brother

Part 6

#Wattys2016

Elliana's POV

      What the fuck was happening? Why the fuck was I kissing back?

My lips molded perfectly with his and I couldn't help but unleash all the anger I had built up into the kiss.

His tongue prodded mine and I gave in, giving him full access. He suddenly picked me up and backed me up to the bathroom counter, setting me on top of it.

He was stood between my slightly open legs, his hands on my sides and mine tangled in his hair. I pulled on his curls, earning a deep moan from him.

"You're so fucking hot." He muttered against my lips. Hot damn, where was this Harry yesterday? This thought lingered in the back of my head, but only made  full appearance when his hand grazed my breast. Why was he touching me like this today? Where was the sweet, caring Harry? I pushed back on his chest hoping he'd stop, but he didn't. "Harry." I said against his lips, holding back a moan. "Shh." He said.

"No, Harry. Stop." I said. He still didn't budge. I shoved him back, quite hard. "Stop!" I yelled. His eyes wandered, filled with lust. They were a dark shade of green, not his normal emerald color. He sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair. "Fuck!" He yelled, the words escaping his slightly red and puffy lips from our previous make out session. He slammed his hand on the door and leaned his head against it. I scanned his body, noticing the slight bulge in his jeans. I sighed, causing him to look up, meeting my eyes. He stared for a second, and something flashed across his eyes...

Sadness?

Harry's POV

      God damnit. I went too far. She was probably so confused, and angry, but that's alright. That's what I wanted. I needed to show her this side of me, this side she wouldn't like. She needed to see me as a stepbrother, nothing more, nothing less. If she saw me as a guy always trying to touch her and flirt with her, she wouldn't like me. If she saw me as a nice, caring guy, she would. And I didn't want to hurt her, I would never be able to be what she needed.

Breaking out of my thoughts, I spun on my heels and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Elliana's hair a mess and her eyes filled with confusion.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen after my session with Elliana to see my mom and her dad staring at me. Fuck.

"Harry, what's with all the yelling?" My mom said. "Uhh..." I had to come up with something, and fast. "Oh, Elliana and I were just messing around upstairs." My mom looked at me, confused. "Messing around?" Her dad said. "Y-yeah.. Uh, I was trying to find the bathroom, but I forgot she was in there. So she said "stop" because I was trying to open the door. I didn't know that was her bathroom." I said quickly. They both stared at me, and I could tell my mother didn't believe me, but she let it go. "Okay, just sit down." She said.

I followed her instructions and sat down, quietly hanging my head.

Elliana's POV

      I should probably get down there, but I didn't want to. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to make my hair presentable. I brushed through it with my fingers, making it slightly better. I straightened out my clothes and sighed, walking out of the door.

I slowly made my way down the stairs, sitting at the table. "You okay?" My dad spoke. "Yeah, just a bit of a headache." I lied. I didn't like lying to my dad, but it's not like I could say, "Oh yeah, Harry and I just fucking made out in my bathroom, no big deal." Because in reality, it was big deal. A huge deal. A fucking ginormous deal. He was going to be my stepbrother for crying out loud, and I just let him touch me and kiss me.

Anne got up to take our plates, and my father followed her into the kitchen, leaving Harry and I  alone once again. He looked at me and smirked, and I just stared at him. What the fuck? Before I could say anything to the little bastard, Anne and my father walked back in. "Alright, we're painting the guest bedroom today and also the master room for Anne and I." My dad spoke.

No way. Harry was getting the guest bedroom? Connecting to my room? Fuck. This was just amazing. I thought that was bad, but then my dad said something even worse.

"Elliana, you and Harry can paint the guest room, whatever color he wants. Anne and I will paint our room." Shit. A full day with Harry, just him and I in a room, alone? Will he try something?

This is gonna be a long day.