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Step brother (ash)

All I had to do was get along with my new stepbrother, Ashton Irwin. His little siblings were fantastic and his mom was amazing but him? He was an asshole. He’d never been nice to me. Every time I was playing with his siblings, he got territorial. Every time I bonded with his mom just because I hadn’t had a mom in a while he would glare. When I went to the kitchen to get food he’d be annoying. I just couldn’t find a reason to like him, no matter how many times everyone else told me he was a delight.

He was not a delight to me so fuck him.

And that may have been exactly what I ended up doing.

And now he was banging on his drums again. Our parents and the kids were gone on a trip to Disney World so it was just on the house and he would not stop banging on the drums. We’d avoided each other all day but now I was trying to sleep and he was pissing me off. I rolled out of the bed pulling my t-shirt down over my butt since my only other clothes were my underwear.

“Ashton!” I screamed thudding down the stairs angrily all the way to the basement where his drums sat.

“Fuck off!” He screamed back at me pausing for only a fraction of a second. See? Isn’t he just a delight?

“I am trying to fucking sleep you fucking dick!” I called as I entered the basement with my hands on my hips glaring down at him. He was shirtless wearing only basketball shorts as his hair dropped drips of sweat. I ignored how hot he looked.

“Don’t swear Y/N, aren’t you a lady?” He mocked glaring.

“I will a fucking lady once I get my fucking sleep once you fucking stop drumming in the middle of the night!” I cried defiantly.

“I am trying to get out my frustration!” He said back angrily.

“What fucking frustration is keeping you up in the middle of the night?” I said quieter.

“The sexual kind!” He snapped.

“Then masturbate! I want to sleep!” I snapped back.

“I can’t do that!” He said.

“Why not? I’m not going to watch you.” I said leaning against the banister.

“It’d be better if you did…” He muttered.

“Ok wait, I don’t get something… How come you can admit that you are sexually frustrated to me but you can’t be nice to me?” I said tiredly.

“I don’t want to be nice to you!” He snapped.

“Why?” I asked curious about it then.

“Because I don’t want to be nice to you. I want to fuck you!” He screamed jumping up from the drums. I froze.

“Uh… How is that a logical reason not to be nice to me?” I asked shifting on my feet. My head was struggling with getting itself around that idea.

“Because if I was nice to you, I would get what I want.” He explained beginning to walk toward me.

“So you don’t want what you do in fact want?” I offered unable to take a step back from him. I thought that my not trying to get away could mean I wanted him. I probably did, just you know, subconsciously.

“More like I can’t let myself have what I do in fact want.” He explained. There were only a couple of feet left between us.

“Why…?” I said and he shook his head flipping sweat out of his hair.

“Because then I’d keep wanting it and you’re my stepsister. So when I got back after being out all day to avoid being alone with you, I was alone in the house with you and it would have been so easy. But I couldn’t do it, so I went down and banged on the drums so I wouldn’t try to bang you.” He said coming another few feet closer. My breath stopped.