CHAPTER 9
Evening came, and my stomach started to growl. Since I was stressed and not sick as I’d told everyone, I was bound to get hungry sooner or later. I took a deep breath and looked at the clock, assuming they were at dinner now. What about Cole? I knew that I’d truly end up ill if I didn’t eat and I pulled my messy hair back and walked out of my room. I stopped and listened, knowing this house was huge. I walked down the stairs and made my way into the kitchen as I heard the television in the next room. Great.
I was as quiet as I could be as I threw together a sloppy sandwich and grabbed a cold Gatorade. I glanced at the open archway the living room as I worked quickly and my heart dropped when I saw Cole’s large frame fill it. “How are you even here? How did you not know?” I demanded as all of my pent up emotions rose.
“I didn’t know, Ris. I was estranged from him, more or less and decided to give it a chance when I found out that he got married. I was as shocked as you fucking were at that door,” he shot back as he looked darkly at me. “Let’s talk about something else that struck me when I saw you. You slept with my dad.”
I widened my eyes as I hit the counter and took a breath. I wanted to tell him that it was a long time ago and I couldn’t find the words. “Over a year ago. I barely remember,” I stammered as he stepped closer to me.
“Because you were drunk like you were with me? Is that why you let him fuck you?” He asked as I wiped a tear from my cheek. “That’s why you let me fuck you, isn’t it?”
“Stop it,” I demanded as I stared at the floor. “You’re my best friend, or at least you were. I wanted you that night.”
“How did Dad react when you came here, Larisa? Is he a happy newlywed or is he reminiscing about you two?” Cole demanded as I closed my eyes and started crying.
“I don’t know. We’re ignoring all of that. It’s in the past,” I knew that I had to lie. I knew that I couldn’t tell him the truth. “I’m getting used to this, too.” I grabbed the plate and drink and turned to leave.
“Ris?” I looked at him as he approached me. “Were you just fucking me that night? Did you mean what you said about there being no us?” His eyes begged me for an answer as I licked my dry lips. “Is that why you’re hiding?”
“I’ve seen you with the blonde, Cole. You’ve moved on.” I looked at him as he ran a hand through his hair.
“I tried. The night with you was the best night I’ve had in a long time. It’s something that I wanted for a while, and I hate that it happened when you were drunk. I hate that I took advantage of you that way.” Cole shook his head and stared at me. “Now you’re my stepsister.”
“Barely. We’re not kids, and we won’t see each other that often. You’ll still be with your mom,” I mumbled as he reached out and wiped my cheek.
“Dad wants to try, and I’m going to, Larisa. I think we might have to try to make this work between us as well,” Cole suggested as I looked up at him.
“Fine. We won’t be here that much together, so it’s fine.” I turned and walked back to my room, leaving him behind as I closed and locked my door. I sat on the bed and cried as I forced myself to eat, willing myself to not throw it all up afterward.
I thought about the story that I was going to make up. I could tell them that a friend had a terrible break up with a boyfriend and needed me to help her through it. Since I wasn’t feeling great anyway, the two of us were just going to sit around and veg out in her apartment. That’s what normal girls did, right? Healthy girls didn’t sleep with their new stepfather and stepbrother in a month’s time.
I decided that I would tell them tonight. It was a tragic ordeal for Jane, and I wanted to help her. I could do this.
I fell asleep instead and woke up the following morning with a jolt as someone knocked on my door. “Larisa?” Brett called out as I blinked and sat up. I stood on shaking legs and unlocked my door as he stared at me. “Why is that locked?”
“I want to be alone. What’s wrong?” I snapped as he walked into the room and turned to face me.
“Did something happen last night? Cole told me that he had to leave today when he was going to stay through Sunday. Did you guys argue?” I fell onto the bed and brushed my hair back.
“No, I barely talked to him at all,” I lied as he stared at me.
“You know him from school?” Brett demanded as I shrugged.
“Not well, no. What did he say?” I asked as I dropped onto my pillows and closed my eyes.
“He said that something came up with football. I just wonder if he changed his mind about working things out. He was upset,” Brett told me as he sat on the bed and stared at me. “I just want my son back.” His eyes softened, and he tilted his head. “Are you feeling better?”
“Sort of. I got a call from my friend, Jane. She broke up with her boyfriend of six years last night and a hot mess. She asked if I’d come back and hang out with her, do the ice cream and chick flick thing. She even mentioned a fire,” I added details to make it more real as he glared at me.
“What the fuck? Both of you are just running off? What’s going on, Larisa? I wanted to spend some more time with you,” he looked at the open door and swallowed thickly. “She’s at work.”
“Are you saying that you want me to spread my legs right here and now feeling this way?” I asked him coldly as he shook his head.
“No, Larisa. It’s not like that at all.” Brett looked shell-shocked as he blinked at me and shook his head.
“It might be good for us to have some space. There’s some time before Christmas to let this all go and just move on,” I told him weakly as Brett sighed. “This is too heavy. She’s my mother.”
“I don’t love her. I never did, but I let her talk me into it, thinking that maybe it would work out. The second that I saw you, I knew that it wouldn’t.” He stared at me as I shook my head.
“You’re insane,” I murmured as he approached me and took my hands. “Stop this, Brett.”
“You didn’t like me touching you before? You didn’t like me making you come?” Brett asked as he moved over me and slipped his arms beside me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, sick or not.”
“This is done, Brett,” I said painfully as tears filled my eyes. “This can’t go on. I’m going home tonight and telling Mom about Jane. Don’t say anything, just decide what you want with her. Don’t stay if you don’t want her,” I advised him as he dropped down to kiss my neck. “Stop, Brett.”
“Fuck this. I don’t want you to leave. She’s out of town for a couple of days, and we can work this out,” Brett suggested as I shook my head.
“No, I’m leaving as soon as I pack. I can’t be here,” I repeated as he pulled away and stood up slowly. It killed me to let him go, but I knew that it was best. He left the room, and I burst into tears as I thought back to the times we were together, finding myself getting turned on by the vivid memories. I thought about Cole at the same time and buried my body under my blanket as I bit my lip. Stress and desire combined inside of me and I slipped my hand down my shorts as I found my pussy slick and hot. I groaned as I stroked myself, fast and rough as I searched for the release that I needed at the moment.
My eyes were closed as I came and I moaned as I jerked against my hand. I felt the blankets slide down my body and gasped as hands slipped my clothes off. Brett locked his mouth over me as I cried out his name. My second orgasm was hard and fulfilling as he sucked me between his teeth and tore off his pants. “Brett, we shouldn’t.”
“I need you,” He told me as he ripped open a package and sheathed himself with shaking hands. Brett moved between my legs and took me with one thrust as I pulled him inside with my hands on his ass. “Fuck, Larisa. You feel so good.” He moved deep and hard as I cried out and rocked against him, tight around him as my body betrayed my heart and mind. “Baby, I’m going to come. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Brett!” I yelled as I exploded around him and felt him thicken. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” He stilled before jerking against me a few more times and his hands slid under my t-shirt to cup my bare breasts. “What are we doing?”
“What we should be doing,” he told me as he found my neck with his mouth and tugged on my hardening nipples with his fingers.
I didn’t tell him to stop as his mouth moved down my body to take me into his mouth as his finger slid inside of me. I needed him, and I knew it wouldn’t stop until I was out of this house. I was too weak.