Chapter Three — Oliver

Maya disappeared into the house and didn’t show her face again until dinner time. Just as well; I didn’t need any more of her snarky attitude. Or the disturbing way she made me feel.

Scowling, I remembered how I was at her age. Always infuriated, I was a ticking time-bomb. Since then I’d mellowed enough to control my feelings most of the time. Although I still carried that anger inside me, I'd gotten better at hiding it. She’d learn just as I’d had. It was a matter of time until she outgrew the awkward teenage stage. And anyone with eyes in their heads could tell Maya was going to be a stunner as a woman. As much as I hated admitting it, my cock had certainly picked up on that.

Making up my mind to avoid her as much as possible during my stay, I decided to work on my tan and get into some hardcore exercise at the home gym. Alec had a whole room decked out with the latest fitness equipment and I planned to put it to good use in the next three weeks. I was proud of my body and worked hard to keep fit. It helped with my studies too; concentrating and working on computers all day to get a degree in IT meant I didn’t have much time for anything else, but I always made it a priority to keep my body in top shape. 

Mom had returned from her hairdressing appointment half an hour ago, and we spent a while on the verandah catching up with one another’s news. I’d succeeded in surprising her, so that was a positive. She invited me inside and started cooking. I poured her a glass of wine and grabbed a beer from the fridge, then made myself comfortable on a high stool and watched as she chopped the vegetables, filling her in on the highlights of the past two years of college.

Although the flowers I’d brought had wilted, she placed them in a crystal vase on the expansive granite kitchen counter near the window.

“You look pretty settled in here. I noticed you planted roses out the front.”

I hadn’t quite been a model son, but I really wanted her to be happier than she’d been with my father. Sipping on my drink, I listened to her, nodding occasionally as she told me about her new life.

“I’m so happy, Oliver. Moving back here was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I know it sucks for you to stay alone in LA, but at least you have your uncle Barry close by to help you out.” She paused and took a deep breath. “If only—”

“Yeah?” I took another sip of beer and waited for her to continue.

“Maya and I don’t quite gel,” she said matter-of-factly. “So we kinda stay out of one another’s way as much as possible.”

Larissa was a beautiful woman and I knew she didn’t like competition—even from her best friends. I couldn’t blame her for feeling a bit threatened by the kid.

“Did I hear my name?” Maya sauntered into the kitchen. She wore a pair of shorts that hugged her ass and a loose top that dropped off one shoulder in a casual manner. She wasn’t wearing a bra; as she leaned down to get a plate from the cupboard, I could look down her top. Her tits were just enough for a handful. The perfect size for my palm.

Fuck. Why am I thinking about her like that?

Ignoring her question, Mom lifted a brow, scowling as she took in the slutty appearance of her stepdaughter. “It would be nice if you dressed more appropriately while Oliver is visiting.”

Maya turned to her and smiled sweetly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Scared I’ll seduce my stepbrother, Mommy dearest?” Her gaze swung to me. She pulled up her pretty little nose. “He’s not my type, actually. I’m a little pickier than that.”

Yep, there’s that sting again.

Next she was back in front of the open fridge, bending over to take a few carrots and some fruit from the cold-drawer. Her shorts pulled further up her perfect ass, displaying her smooth-as-silk skin.

“I won’t be down for dinner tonight. I'm on a diet.” She walked away without waiting for my mother’s response.

Mom’s face flushed with anger. “Suit your damn self,” she mumbled before emptying her wine glass and holding it out to me for a refill. “God, I wouldn't wish a sixteen-year-old stepdaughter on my worst enemy.”

Strangely glad I wasn’t the only one who was aggravated by my stepsister, I laughed. “I’m going down to the club after dinner. A few of my college friends live in Santa Barbara, and they said to join them tonight. They’re picking me up at nine.”

I filled her glass and handed it back to her. She immediately took another swig before placing it down and resumed chopping carrots—only this time she slammed the knife hard and fast. 

“That’s great that you’re going out with friends. The only night I need you home is for my party on Saturday, of course.”

I leaned in and kissed her on her cheek. “I wouldn’t miss that occasion for anything. And for what it's worth, you look great, so you have nothing to worry about.”

She straightened her hair and smiled up at me. “I needed to hear that. Thanks.” She smoothed her hands over her hips. “It's not easy getting older.”

I gave her a reassuring hug.

“I'm going upstairs to unpack my bag and have a shower. When should I come down for dinner?”

“In an hour. Alec and I like to relax over a glass of wine when he gets home, so come join us, okay?”

Grimacing, I nodded. I’d have to face the old man sooner or later. But right now I needed a shower to wash off the chlorine from the pool and get ready for a night out. Brent had called me earlier to tell me that Bianca, the busty Scandinavian blonde who took one of the same classes I did, was coming to stay with her uncle for the vacation. I grinned at the thought. Yeah, I remembered Bianca. I’d banged her senseless after the last frat party I’d been to in LA and looked forward to more of her in my near future. She’d help to keep my balls empty and my mind off a certain sixteen year old. Perfect.

Whistling as I went up the stairs, I inwardly high-fived myself. I'd have dinner and laundry sorted for the next three weeks, work on my tan during the day, and screw Bianca until she couldn’t walk. Life was looking good.

As I passed Maya’s bedroom, I saw her spread out on her bed. She was talking softly to someone on her phone. A boy? I stopped for a second just outside her door, my gaze drinking in the long legs that were propped up against the wall. Her hair hung over the edge of the bed, so long that it nearly touched the floor.

Mesmerized, my gaze was glued to her athletic body. I watched as her hand stroked slowly over her ribs and bared stomach, then held my breath as it disappeared under her shorts. Definitely a fucking boy. I froze for a long moment as I listened to her voice. The tone was soft, sexy even. My stomach twisted into a knot and heat rose to my neck. She’s too young to be talking sexy to boys.

As if she sensed my presence, she turned her head, her eyes narrowing as she saw me. She didn’t acknowledge me; instead she turned her face away and pulled her hand from her shorts. Good. I let out a long slow breath, relieved that she wasn’t going there.

It was short lived. My eyes widened as her hand pushed under her top and cupped her boob. I couldn’t see everything through the fabric half covering her tits, but she squeezed her breast and moaned softly before twisting her nipple between her fingers.

Jesus Christ! I reached out to hold on to the doorjamb, licking my lips as I kept on watching. Little vixen was just warming up. She pinched the phone between her chin and shoulder and used both hands to undo the buttons of her shorts. Shit. I wasn’t going anywhere, and she knew it. Heat spread like wildfire around my groin, and my jeans expanded to stretch over my hard-on.

She licked the tips of her fingers before lowering her hand back down under her shorts. As she spread her legs wider, I could see that her pussy was smooth. The aroma of her arousal drifted to my nostrils, driving me to the edge of insanity. I could virtually taste her on my tongue.

My cock strained harder against the damp boxers and jeans I had slipped back on, fighting to be set free and sink into her pussy. My throat tightened. Fuck. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock.

Maya moaned softly as her fingers moved back and forth while her free hand ran over her ribs, pushing up her top to expose one breast. The nipple, pink as a rosebud, stood erect. She pulled on her nipple, her head falling further back over the edge of the bed so I could see her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her cheeks flushed pink, a glow misting over her skin as she bit hard into her lower lip.

My hand rested on my concrete cock, eager to partake in the scene unfolding before me. It wanted in—desperately.

Her teeth set her lip free and she whimpered as her body shuddered. Her eyes flew open and sought mine, locking on to my unwavering stare. A smile twisted the corners of her mouth as she let out a long low moan. I could easily come in my pants; it was that hot.

Her smile widened as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked her juices off them one by one. Fucking little tease. The whole room smelled like her—there was no way in hell I was getting that scent out of my head any time soon.

Maya told the boy to hang on, removing the phone from her ear.

“Was that good for you, too?” she said, her eyes boring into mine, smiling as if butter couldn’t melt in her mouth.