Sex and the Treaty

Condom Surprises.

Stacy's perspective:

Sharing is caring? Agreed. But not when you have to share your own mother with two other men. Well, not exactly two men, but one man and another monkey. Dad passed away when I was five, due to reasons unknown. So since then, my mom has been my superhero. Now all of a sudden, the recent six months everything is changed.

Neither can I get mom's time for talks nor can I go out and spend some alone time with her. She's twenty four bar seven with her new husband doing god knows what. And she's left me trapped here with Atticus Brown, my new step brother.

Atticus is our school's playboy slash badboy or the arrogant dumb headed hot ass who was ruling the school with his body. He is two years elder to me but I'm sure he's even slept with half the people in my grade.

Now, I can't get guys home for fun either. Atticus would either rag them away or just never let us have our alone time. I find him sneaking out in the nights sometimes, maybe for parties. His tonnes of friends keep staying and living at our house. 

So I have become the nobody in my spotlighted life. 

I was making sandwich on a Sunday morning while my mom was aloof again. Yeah, not even Sundays. I placed the tomatoes and cucumbers in between the bread pieces as I was getting ready to get it grilled. 

Just when I lifted the plate up, I felt a hard spank on my butt from behind me. 

"Atticus! I'm your sister." I hissed turning around. 

"Yeah? But you got a nice ass." He smirked as he reached to touch it again. But I stopped his hand and yanked it away.

Having the school's badboy spanking your ass on a Sunday morning when he is shirtless is like icing on the cake for girls. But not when he's your brother. Duh!

"Keep away." I said through gritted teeth and he just pulled his hand away laughing.

I saw his lean torso with the tanned skin walk from me. His tracks were so low, I could see his top hip bone. His bones flexed on his back when he bent down to get a can of soda from the fridge. His hair was messed today but it looked cute.

I never realized the sudden turn he made to smirk at me. Gosh Stacy, he saw you checking him out. I quickly turned my gaze. He's your goddamn brother. Brother! I reminded myself repeatedly.

"I thought I was your brother." He smirked coming closer to me. 

"Step- Brother." I corrected him as I looked away towards my sandwich.

I heard the drizzle of rain begin outside. Winter mornings isn't as beautiful as summer. But not when you have an irritating brother around. Step-brother.

He saw me glancing through the window, seeing the rain.

"Its raining." I stated the obvious.

That's because I was trying to divert the topic but he was just stepping closer to me. I can't have my brother turning me on here. That would just be gross.

"I know. But you're the one who is wet." He smirked in my ear.

I just pulled the sandwich and moved out of his body trap towards the stairs. I took one glance at him, still the cocky face and ran up to my room. 

This can't be happening. How can I fall for him? Maybe its just sexual attraction that I'm having towards him. Nothing more. I finished my sandwich to go take a hot shower. I opened my closet door to get a towel, but I shrieked in shock. 

"ATTICUS, WHAT THE FUCK?" I yelled looking in horror.

Condom Surprise.

What lay in front of me was the scattered dumped used condoms in between my clean clothes. I wanted to puke looking at the mess my closet was in. Why the hell are all the used condoms inside with a pile of my clean clothes. 

Agreed we had done quite bad pranks as this one but nothing had stooped to this level. It always stayed guard of the private stuff. But he just crossed the line this time. And I am not going to be taken for granted. I don't have mum to talk to but I do have my best friend. Who am I complaining? 

Me and Bonnie, my best friend, we hated Atticus but now we just have to adjust with the disturbed atmosphere in our house.

I hurried downstairs again to see him laughing his butt off on the couch. 

"That.. That reaction, is priceless." He muttered in between his laughter.

"Atticus. Clean that. Right now." I hissed at him.

"That's what you get for spilling mayo cheese on my hoody." He winked at me. 

"On what comparison is this prank fair?" I scowled.

"In the books of Atticus Brown, everything I do is fair because my dad's the one being apportioned." He said in a serious tone. 

"I've had enough of these." I screamed at him. 

"I've had enough of you." He screamed back as he stood up. 

"I just wish my mom had never met your dad." I yelled turning red.

"I wish your mom never gave birth to you." He yelled taking a step towards me. 

"I wish you die this very instant." I yelled walking front too.

"And I hope I provoke you to run away from this house." He said in a less yelled voice when he took the last step between our distance. 

"I hate you so much.." I turned Tinkerbell red. "..I could actually kill you right now and--"

I couldn't complete the scream because he had swung his hands around my face and blocked my lips with his. I shut my eyes as I tried to calm down but this calmed me too much. I could feel his lips going synchronized with mine. 

"Stop screaming." He said in a sweet and relaxed voice as his lip swept under my lower lip and my hands held his arms. I realized what was going on and I bit his lip hard, making him pull back. 

I pushed him away just to glare at his embarrassed and red hot face. He looked down wiping his lips, not meeting my eyes. I saw the small bulge near his crotch area and I know that instant that he was turned on. He turned away from me in complete shame and kept looking down.

"Asshole." I hissed and ran up my stairs again. But I wasn't angry. I was smirking.

I knew just what to do and how to deal with him.