《My stepbrother》


 Chapter 1

    Chapter 1


    Maija


    "Mom, where should I put these boxes?" I ask as I walk into the huge entrance of our new home. I have


    still note to terms with living in a house big enough to be a small hotel.


    "Just leave them in here, for now, honey."


    I drop the boxes, returning outside for more, when I see a ck Jaguar pull up in the driveway behind


    the moving truck. I have no interest in the car or the person driving it, figuring they must be a friend of


    my stepfather¡¯s, so instead of gawking, I grab some boxes for my room and make my way into the


    house.


    "Everything ok?"


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    I spin at the sound of his voice, Charles, my new stepfather. My mother married him within twenty-four


    hours of their meeting in Vegas. They called it a whirlwind romance. That was three months ago, so


    we''re still getting to know each other.


    "Yup, just a couple more boxes left. The movers took care of therger items," I reply, beaming.


    Although I had not known him long, I could tell he was a good man and that he truly loved my mother¨C


    even if I was skeptical when she came home with a ring on her finger and a new husband when she


    had left home three days earlier a single woman. I can see why my mother is attracted to him; he was a


    silver fox, grey all over, muscr with light grey eyes. My mother told me he had a son who was a year


    older than me; I whispered a silent prayer that he somehow lost the lottery at the gene pool and he was


    nothing like his father. He clears his throat, cutting through my thoughts, and looks at me with concern.


    "How are you handling the move? Your mother and I uprooted your life when we fell in love. You had to


    move and leave your friends. It would make sense if you were not happy with us right now."


    I smile at him. This is one reason I like him; he cares about me as a person and does not see me as


    just my mother''s daughter. He wants to know how I feel about everything, but he really has nothing to


    worry about. I was never close enough with my friends to care that much about being separated from


    them. Mom and I moved around a lot before she finished dental school and established her practice in


    Connecticut, so I was used to moving.


    "I''m fine, Charles, you don''t have to worry about me.  I never went through an emotionally unstable


    teenager phase, and I don''t think I will start now. I''m easy. If mom''s happy, then so am I."


    "Your mother did say you were very mature. Perhaps you can be a good influence on my son."


    I smile and nod. Yeah, hopefully, that is all I do to him, I muse before giving him a quick hug scurrying


    back down the stairs.


    "Zayne just arrived, get him to help you," he shouts after me. Zayne is my new stepbrother, who I hope


    is super ugly. I haven''t met him in thest three months because he was spending the semester in


    Europe¨C the lifestyle of the rich, I scoff. I had been poor before, and while we''re nowfortable since


    Mom''s dental practice had been doing well, Charles was clearly Bill Gates rich, well, maybe not as rich


    but quite close.


    "Ok," I mumble, lost in thought. As I descend the stairs, my face smashes into something, or someone


    warm but firm, the scent of pine nuts and aftershave fill my nostrils. I look up slowly at the handsome


    face. Oh. My breath catches in my throat, green eyes, pink lips, and his sandy blond locks. He


    definitely won the lotto at the gene pool. A single thought floats into my head. I''m in deep trouble if this


    is my new stepbrother.

 Chapter 2

    Chapter 2


    Zayne


    I drive up to the house, and there''s a moving truck parked in the driveway. Mommy dearest moves in


    today, I assume. I scoff; I cannot believe Dad married some random woman in Vegas. I park my car,


    hop out and stroll up to the door.


    ¡°Maija, is the truck empty?¡± A woman asks as she unpacks a box in the living room. She looks up, and


    I¡¯m face to face with a beautiful African American woman. Not my father''s usual type, he usually dates


    twenty-year-old models who try to get in my bed once he¡¯s out of town. She looks at me with confusion


    before it turns into a smile.


    ¡°Zayne?¡± I nod in response.


    ¡°I¡¯m Carolyn.¡±


    I grunt, unwilling to speak to this woman I know nothing about, but that does not deter her. She reaches


    in and hugs me before I can protest.


    ¡°Your father brags about you all the time.¡±


    ¡°Funny, he never mentions you,¡± I mumble under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. She


    ignores my little remark and continues hugging me before releasing me slowly. I look at the woman,


    confused, as she smiles warmly at me. Is this an act? She does not have to be nice to me for my


    father¡¯s sake. I¡¯m a college student who is never home, so there is no need to pretend.


    ¡°Anything I can do?¡± I ask, shifting ufortably under her warm gaze. I am used to women looking at


    me like they want to rip my clothes off, but having lost my mother when I was 5, I am not familiar or


    comfortable with this look of affection. She tilts her head to the side, studying me and then the room.


    ¡°No, we got it; you should rx. You must be exhausted since you just got back.¡± She smiles warmly at


    me again, and for some reason, I feel like I¡¯m being wrapped up in her arms.


    ¡°Your father is upstairs. You should say hi. He really missed you thesest couple of months.¡±  I nod;


    she busies herself emptying boxes. I scan the room, analyzing all the boxes left to unpack. I count


    around fifteen. I really should help; I wasn¡¯t exhausted since I arrived state side two weeks ago.


    However, I¡¯m not feeling particrly helpful today.


    ¡°Ok,¡± I reply, turning to the staircase. I climb a couple of steps before my phone starts vibrating.


    Babe, are youing over tonight? I smile as I read the message from Sienna. Just what I need after


    meeting the new family. I reply with promises of multiple orgasms before slipping the phone back into


    my pocket. I take another step but feel myself collide with something soft and fragrant. I grunt before


    looking at whoever ran me over in my own home. A dark skin girl, brown eyes, pouty lips covered in red


    looks up at me. She parts her lips slightly as if she is about to speak, and that¡¯s all it takes for the


    image of parting her lips with my shaft to fill my head. Our eyes remain locked for a moment, mine filled


    with lust and hers reflecting cool indifference, but she doesn¡¯t pull away.


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    ¡°I see you two have met. Zayne, this is Maija, your stepsister.¡± I figured she would be Carolyn¡¯s


    daughter, but the fact that she is my stepsister and should be off-limits does not register one bit as I


    imagine what she would look like on her knees before me.


    ¡°Zayne, nice to meet you,¡± she says, her voice sounding like a beautiful melody. She presses her body


    against my chest while I whisper a silent prayer hoping that my manhood behaves itself. After a hug I


    consider way too short, she pulls away, smiles, and makes her way down the staircase, my eyes


    following her body.  Thick chocte thighs, her round buttocks highlighting her tiny waist with ample


    breasts. I have never been with a girl like her before, having stuck to blondes or brtes all my life,


    but I¡¯m beginning to believe I have been missing out on something great.  Dad clears his throat and


    looks at me. He must know what I¡¯m thinking, but he doesn¡¯t say anything. You would think he would


    tell me to keep my hands off his new daughter. He approaches me and hugs me; I guess he adopted


    the hugging bug from his new little family. I return his hug and smile at him. I did miss the old man,


    even though I¡¯ll never admit it.


    ¡°It¡¯s good to see you.¡±


    ¡°Good to see you too, dad.¡± He grins as we part.


    ¡°Have you met Carolyn?¡± I nod.


    ¡°Great, help us unpack.¡±


    ¡°Sure, why not.¡± Suddenly feeling very helpful, I hurry after him, so I can get another look at my lovely


    new stepsister.

 Chapter 3

    Chapter 3


    Maija


    By the time we finish sorting all the boxes, it is almost dinner time; we all agree on ordering pizza since


    no one feels like cooking.  The food arrives, and we all sit at the dinner table having our first meal as a


    family. The atmosphere is nice and rxing as Charles retells how he and my mother met at his hotel. I


    have heard the story about five times, so I¡¯m not keen on another reiteration. I look at the slice of pizza


    when he gets to the part about mom threatening him and chuckle as I poke away at it.


    For some reason, I am not hungry for food. However, I am hungry for someone. Slightly lifting my head,


    my eyes meet Zayne, which instantly causes a flood between my thighs. It really should be a crime to


    be that hot. I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together, hoping to quell the heat that is building in my


    core.


    ¡°Are you not hungry, Maija? Or did you want something else? We can order¡­¡± Charles''s voice ms


    through my scious thoughts, bringing me back to reality. Was I hungry? Yes, but what I want isn¡¯t on


    the menu, my dear stepfather¨C it¡¯s in your son¡¯s pants. I shake my head free of my dirty thoughts


    before responding.


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    ¡°Hmm, I¡¯m fine, I uh, just have a lot on my mind.¡±


    ¡±I¡¯m sure you do. Moving can be incredibly stressful.¡±


    ¡°Oh no...¡± I start to answer, but Zayne interrupts me.


    ¡°Drop the shrink act, dad.¡± I cringe at the harsh tone of his voice, bracing myself for an argument, but


    the argument never happens because Charles returns his remark with a smile.


    ¡°Putting the ole degree to good use. I¡¯m sorry, Maija, that¡¯s not how I meant it.¡± I smile, nodding as I


    return to picking at my pizza and thinking of ways to avoid fucking my stepbrother this summer. I need


    to avoid him at all costs until I go off to college. Before meeting him, I once considered the possibility of


    living at home since NYU was only two hours away. However, after meeting him, there is no way I can


    live with him and not rip his clothes off.


    ¡°You and Zayne should get to know each other, you know, like siblings.¡± I hear my mother say. Yeah, I


    don¡¯t think that¡¯s possible, mom. My panties are soaked, and all I did was look at him. The thought of


    treating him like a sibling was never in the cards.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see how long the marriagests first.¡± The words are out of my mouth before I can think. The


    look on my mother''s face makes me instantly regret them¡ªme and my big mouth thatcks a suitable


    filter. I sigh. At least I didn¡¯t let it slip that I want my stepbrother to bend me over the counter and fuck


    me mercilessly.


    Zayne startsughing suddenly, which does not help. My nipples harden as hisugh caressed my


    eardrums. What the hell is wrong with my body? He¡¯s just one guy; why does he have this effect on


    me? I raise my head and meet his eyes again, his green eyes filled with mischief. Again, moisture


    settles between my thighs. Oh, those pouty lips. His face would make a perfect chair, I surmise, as the


    heat in my body rises. He bites his lip as he looks at me. Oh, so I¡¯m not the only one drunk on lust, I


    smile.


    Wait, there is something I should be doing. Apologizing. I peel my eyes away from him and nce at


    my mother, who still looks hurt.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, mom, I¡¯m sure this marriage willst forever. Naturally, Zayne and I will be friends¨C¡±


    more like fuck buddies, I think¨C ¡°no need to force it.¡± My mother nods, feeling satisfied with my apology,


    and we all resume light banter and easy conversation as I made mental ns to work my dildo


    overtime tonight while imagining it is my stepbrother.

 Chapter 4

    Chapter 4


    Zayne


    I sneak a nce every chance I can to observe her, she looks at me twice, but her face still registers


    her earlier indifference. She¡¯s an interesting one, I must admit. I chuckle, recalling herment about


    the marriage notsting. Although I feel the same way, she says it out loud, which means she has


    some balls.


    ¡°We¡¯re about to turn in. What are you kids getting up to tonight?¡± My father asks as we finish thest


    slices of pizza.


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    ¡°I think I¡¯ll finish the book I started a couple of days ago,¡± she replies. Who reads on a Friday night?


    ¡°Nerd,¡± I shout, hoping she would turn that beautiful face my way again and speak to me, but she


    doesn¡¯t respond or nce at me.


    ¡°Zayne¡¯s right, Maija. I love that you love reading just like your father used to, but it¡¯s yourst summer


    before college. You should have some fun.¡±


    ¡°Reading is fun, mom.¡± Carolyn looks at her and sighs. This girl isn¡¯t just beautiful and smart but also


    very stubborn. I bite my lips, imagining how fun it will be watching her twist with pleasure once she¡¯s in


    my bed.


    ¡°What are you doing tonight, Zayne?¡± Carolyn asks just as I¡¯m imagining sinking my dick into her


    daughter.


    ¡°Zayne?¡±


    ¡°Uh, nothing special, meeting some friendster.¡± I finally manage to say.


    ¡°You should take Maija with you.¡±


    ¡°Mom.¡± Maija res at Carolyn. Am I that reprehensible to her that she would rather read than spend


    time with me? I smirk. I¡¯ll enjoy getting in your panties, stepsis. I feel my erection trying to rip through


    my pants. I really need to sink my shaft into someone tonight; luckily, I made ns with Sienna earlier.


    ¡°Please, Zayne, it would mean the world to me,¡± my new stepmother insists. Her smile fills me with


    warmth andfort so much that I almost want to honor her wish. Although I am super horny, I can


    wait a day and see Sienna tomorrow. I would need a long cold shower beforehand, but it could work. I


    groan, intending to agree, but Maija has other ns, and it seems that it does not include being around


    me.


    ¡°Mom, mom, he clearly has ns to have sex with someone. Are you really trying to make me


    cockblock my new brother?¡±


    ¡°Maija,¡± Carolyn shouts while Dad¡¯s and my face mar with shock. Maija shows no sign of remorse.


    ¡°Mom, I told you I n to read tonight. As for Zayne.¡± My shaft pulsates as my name rolls off her


    tongue. She stands up, walks to the staircase, and smiles.


    ¡°Booty Calls,¡± she says, then runs upstairs before her mother can respond. I chuckle and shake my


    head; I can add blunt to the list of character traits for my sexy stepsister. I stand quickly, making my


    escape. I make my way out of the house and into the Jag because, as Maija said, duty calls for my


    booty call.


    *********


    Sienna straddles me as we get ready for another round. We¡¯ve done it three times already, which is my


    usual max, but I¡¯m insatiable tonight. I keep picturing Maija riding my shaft, and it makes me get hard


    within minutes ofing. I crave her as I have never craved. Those lips I want wrapping around my


    shaft, her thighs I want to bury face between. I start pounding faster as I imagine her moaning my


    name. Fuck. I pound again as a massive orgasm crashes through me. Breathing heavily, I copse


    beside Sienna.


    ¡°Babe, that was amazing,¡± Sienna says beside me. I mumble as my mind wanders back to Maija; she¡¯s


    probably curled up in bed with her book right now. What I wouldn¡¯t give to be curled up with her right


    now, buried balls deep, I groan as I feel myself getting hard again.


    ¡°Babe, babe, babe?¡± Sienna shakes me from my thoughts.


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°You weren¡¯t listening to me,¡± she whines. ¡°You¡¯re such a dick. As soon as you cum you forget my


    existence.¡± I scoff. Here she goes with the b.s. I was clearly thinking of something else; all she has to


    do is repeat herself, but no, she would rather bitch and annoy me. I sit up immediately. I don¡¯t have the


    patience to listen to this tonight. I climb out of bed and pull on my clothes.


    ¡°Where the hell do you think you¡¯re going?


    ¡°Home, I¡¯ll text youter.¡±


    ¡°Zayne, if you walk out, I¡¯ll never sleep with you again.¡± I nod as I close the door behind me. She


    always acts like this, but she always calls when she needs her fix. I have more pressing problems to


    worry about¨C like how I¡¯ll survive the summer if I can¡¯t seduce my stepsister.

 Chapter 5

    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.

 Chapter 6

    Chapter 6


    Zayne


    I walk out of Maija¡¯s room, more annoyed than I would like to admit. I cannot believe she thinks I want


    to date her. Don¡¯t you? A little voice in my head replies, but instead of giving it any validity, I push it to


    the back of my mind. Of course, I won¡¯t date her, sex sure, but I don¡¯t date. I don¡¯t fall in love. She


    should be so lucky; any girl would be drooling over me right now. I clench my fist. She has the nerve to


    reject me, even after wearing my gray sweatpants? These have never failed me, not that I had to use


    them often. I storm into my room, then stand before the mirror.


    ¡°I look good.¡± I nod. I know I look good, so why is she so unaffected by me when I want her so damn


    bad? Am I not her type? I dismiss that thought immediately. I am everybody¡¯s type. The image of her


    lying in bed in her red shorts and tube top surfaces in my mind. I bite my lip, thinking of her chocte


    thighs spilling to the side, highlighting the curve of hips and the roundness of that ass. Man, I can¡¯t wait


    to map her body with my hands.


    ¡°Damn,¡± I scream before jumping into my bed. Why can¡¯t I stop thinking about her? She treats me like


    I¡¯m dust. Even when I told her, she isn¡¯t my type to see her reaction, but once again, Wall-e says


    nothing.


    ¡°Wall-e is the perfect name for that robot,¡± I mumble because that is exactly how she acts, no emotions.


    It¡¯s as if she¡¯s been programmed to make blunt, witty statements while looking hot and, in the process,


    drive me crazy. However, this makes me want to break her. I can¡¯t wait until she is beneath me. I want


    to watch as she shakes when I¡¯m tasting her love juice. I can¡¯t wait until she¡¯s sinking her nails in my


    back as I sink my shaft into her. Just the thought of it makes me painfully erect, and tonight, I¡¯m going


    to have to be around her all night without touching her.


    ¡°Or do I?¡± A devilish n pops into my mind. I had no intentions of dating her before, but tonight she


    will be wined and dined. No woman can resist my charms when I turn them on, not even a robotic


    stepsister.


    *******


    Two hourster, I¡¯m standing by the staircase waiting on her. ¡°Maija,¡± I shout before ncing at my


    watch impatiently. It¡¯s fifteen minutes to the hour, and we have reservations at seven. ¡°Maija,¡± I called


    again. Where is she? I told her that we were going to dinner before the movies, all a part of my ¡°seduce


    my stepsister¡± scheme. I nce at my watch again as the time ticks away. ¡°Maija!¡± I shout for the third


    time.


    ¡°I¡¯ming.¡± Her beautiful voice rings in my ear. I look up as she starts walking down the stairs. She


    looks stunning in a short purple dress, exposing a lot of side boob and a healthy serving of those thick


    thighs. My mouth suddenly feels dry as she draws closer to me.


    ¡°Is this alright for the restaurant?¡± She stops before me then twirls to give me the full picture. The dress


    is backless, stopping at her lower back, highlighting her ample ass. I bite my lip, mentally whispering a


    silent prayer for my little man, who is straining against my pants. She looks at me expectantly. I shift


    slightly to hide my erection. Okay, I need to speak, but all I want to tell her is how much I want to fuck


    her.


    ¡°Lovely,¡± I finally manage to get out, thanking the heavens it was coherent and non-sexual. She smiles,


    a warm feeling spreads in my chest. She is gorgeous and so damn fine, I muse as she walks by me,


    her ass jiggling slightly with each step.


    ¡°What movie are we seeing?¡± she asks, but I¡¯m too preupied with her ass to respond.


    ¡°Zayne?¡± She stops, then turns to me.


    ¡°Ah, we''ll pick something once we arrive.¡± I snap out of my lust and jog to catch up to her. She purses


    her lips as we continue to walk to the den.


    ¡°I want to be back by 10:00 pm. Do you think we can do that?¡±


    ¡°Why 10?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to be out toote.¡±


    ¡°Right, wouldn¡¯t want to bete to read your book,¡± I reply, expressing my annoyance. We have not


    even spent five minutes together, and already she¡¯s thinking of ways to get away from me. I¡¯m even


    more annoyed because it bothers me more than it should. I actually want to spend time with her. Why


    is that? She is intended to be a challenging, funy, so why do I want to know more about her?


    ¡°Do you have something against reading or people who enjoy it? I imagine you read as well since


    Princeton doesn¡¯t let every Tom, Dick, or Harry in.¡±


    ¡°Reading¡¯s fine, but you can enjoy other things,¡± I reply sweetly. I intend to charm her out of her panties


    tonight. I probably shouldn¡¯t insult her most treasured hobby. We walk into the den to say goodbye to


    our parents.


    ¡°See youter, mom, Charles.¡± Carolyn nces at Maija; she does not look pleased with the outfit she


    has on.


    ¡°Are you wearing that?¡± She asks. Maija looks down at herself and then back up at her mother. I hold


    my breath, preparing for what¡¯s about toe out of her mouth, hoping she does not get herself


    grounded.


    ¡°You¡¯ve seen this dress before, mom.¡± I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear her respond, I hurry over to


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    ¡°Yes, and I told you then, I didn¡¯t like it.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to like it. you¡¯re not wearing it.¡± I cringe at her y tone. What is with her?


    ¡°Maija¡­¡± Her voice is a low growl, she¡¯s warning her, but my good little stepsis shrugs.


    ¡°I gotta show the goods while I¡¯m still young, mom, before my tits and as...Mmm.¡± I ce my hands


    firmly over her mouth and say goodbye to the parents before dragging her out the door. So that''s her


    n, to piss off Carolyn again and get herself grounded. Not on my watch. I made the perfect ns to


    seduce her tonight¨C she will not ruin it. Once we get outside, I release her. She¡¯s breathing heavily.


    ¡°Ugh, what was that about?¡± I look at her incredulously. Is she seriously asking me that?


    ¡°You need a filter on that mouth of yours. Seriously, do you even think before you speak? You can¡¯t be


    saying everything that pops up in your head, especially to our parents.¡± I walk to the car as she follows


    behind.


    ¡°Mom¡¯s used to my mouth.¡±


    ¡°I want to get used to it,¡± I mumbled without thinking.


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Nothing, I just think you should run whatever you are thinking of saying through a filter.¡± She pauses


    beside the car, purses her lips, and then nods her head, agreeing. I smile, happy she didn¡¯t argue.


    She¡¯s about to pull her car door open when I shout.


    ¡°Wait!¡± She stops and looks at me, confused. I shuffle to her side of the car and quickly open the door.


    ¡°I¡¯ll do that¨C beautiful women shouldn¡¯t open their own doors.¡± I lean in, whispering, ensuring my lips


    gently graze her skin as I lift my head. She sways slightly, tilting her head. She looks up at me, puzzled,


    before slipping into the car.


    ¡°This beautiful woman is okay with opening her own door, big brother.¡± I flinch hearing her address me


    like this, and I bet she is trying to stop me from seducing her, but I will not be deterred. I chuckle as I


    walk back to my side of the car and hop in. She can call me whatever she wants now because, at the


    end of the night, I¡¯m sure she¡¯ll be calling me Zaddy.


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