Chapter 5


    Mom grounded me for a week because of my little outburst at the dinner table, which made me


    incredibly happy because I didn''t have to spend the entire week avoiding my hot stepbrother. I did pass


    the time harnessing my overwhelming lust for him on Benny, my vibrator. I spent thest several nights


    having climax after climax imagining myself riding Zayne''s dick. I’m hoping the next time I see him; he


    won''t have any effect on me.


    "Maija." I lift my eyes when the object of my lust enters my room shirtless in gray jogging pants. I bite


    my lip while my eyes wander over his chiseled abs that are so well-defined that I have a strong desire


    to climb them. Clenching my thighs together, my eyes slip down to his bulge, his huge bulge. I lick my


    lips as the lust I unleashed upon poor Benny returns with a vengeance from a single look. Damn,


    I have it bad. We stare at each other for a moment before I force my mouth open.


    "Hi, Zayne," I finally manage to say. Peeling my eyes away from his shaft, I shift them back to the page


    I''m reading, attempting to act natural as if my panties are not soaking wet right now.


    "What are you reading?" Shivers run through my body because his voice sounds very close. Heat


    builds in my body as I shift my eyes to the ce his voice ising from. My breath catches as my


    eyes meet his abs as he stands by my bed. Fuckk. Inhaling slowly as my nipples harden, I realize I


    need him to leave right now so I can plunge Benny deep into me and satisfy my pulsing vulva.


    "A book. Do you need something?" I reply, hoping I sound annoyed and not thirsty like I actually am.


    "Ah yeah, do you want to watch a movie?" My heart stops for a second and then starts beating rapidly.


    Is he asking me out? He does know that he is my stepbrother. I mean, I want to jump his bones too, but


    I am prepared to use Benny in his ce and wait out the marriage. I''m sure it will notst a year. Sorry


    mom, but when have impromptu Vegas weddings ever led to happily ever after? I have to let him down


    nicely so our rtionship won''t be awkward.


    "Zayne, I''m ttered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There


    are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren''t technically


    rted." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know


    otherwise. A look of confusion shed across his face before he startsughing... A gutsyugh that I


    found endearing for a second until I realize he''sughing at me.


    "What''s so funny?" He doesn''t respond but continues tough, which is starting to annoy me.


    "If you''ve finished entertaining yourself, you can leave. This isn''t showtime at the Apollo." He stops


    abruptly, still grinning.


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    "No, I''m sorry... It''s just… you really thought I was asking you out, Like on a date?" he replies, a few


    chuckles escaping his lips. My cheeks flush from embarrassment and would be hot pink right now if my


    skin was not dark. He did ask me out. Why else would you be here asking me to go to the movies? The


    image of my meddling mother shes in my mind. She probably put him up to it.  I groan internally,


    wishing the ground will swallow me up; I really used him of trying to ask me out. Yikes, I must seem


    like such a narcissist.


    "I''m sorry, you asked to go to the movies, my mind...’”


    "You thought I would ask my stepsister out on a date a week after meeting her?" I cringe as he says the


    words. Did I misread the situation that night when we moved in? I thought he was looking at me.


    "I.."


    "How desperate do you think I am? You can rx. After all, you''re not my type.” As he says the words, I


    wince. You would have to be desperate to ask your stepsibling out. Still, did he have to go as far as to


    say I''m not his type? What was his type anyway? Blonde bimbos, I bet. I should feel lucky he isn''t


    interested in me. It''s for the best, my vagina should immediately dry up, but of course, it doesn''t.


    Instead, I feel disappointed because I was looking forward to riding him once the marriage was over. I


    push away the disappointment and force a smile on my face.


    “So, the movies. Mom''s idea?”


    "Yeah, she thinks I should show you around town since you have been cooped up in the house. Getting


    yourself grounded on day one, that takes skill."


    "Thank you," I reply, even though it’s not apliment. Ugh, mom, why are you always in my


    business?  "You can refuse, you know. I can explore on my own," I say nonchntly while dread fills


    me. There is no way I want to be alone with him while my desire for him is this strong. Plus, he just told


    me I’m not his type. No, I want to stay home and spend my time locked in my room riding Benny and


    licking my wounds.


    "I don''t mind, get dressed. We''re leaving in an hour." No, no,e on, dude, an hour? At least give me


    a day. I groan as he turns to leave, but as soon as I see his back, my mind returns to the gutter


    because he looks as good going as he doesing. Gone are my feelings of disappointment because


    now all I can think about is sinking my nails in his muscr back as he fucks me mercilessly. Once he''s


    out of sight, I snap out of the spell, but I''m still very horny. Jumping out of bed, I grab Benny. If we''re


    spending time together, I better take the edge off and then some.