Chapter Four

Elijah

 

 

Frustration was real as fuck when you were dealing with something you wanted but couldn’t have. In all the time our parents had been married, Meg had never been my type, but now, now she was way more than just my type.

I wanted her to be mine.

“You scared her. I bet that’s why she left.” Evan joked, or at least I hoped he was joking. I had called her phone three times, and sent her two texts. I was starting to think I was that creepy ex-boyfriend that could never get her in my bed.

“I didn’t fucking scare her. She wants this. I can tell. She’s just shy, and needs a little push to go forward.” I leaned back in my chair… I needed to fucking figure out where she went, and drag her ass back to the house.

“Right.” Evan laughed, and I shot him a look that told him to shut his teeth. I didn’t need his input right now.

“Maybe she went to the library, or to one of her friends houses?” I wasn’t really sure where she went, but I was certain she would come back. I might’ve scared her off a little bit but not enough, for her to not show her face again.

“Or, maybe she ran to her Mommy and told her how dirty her stepbrothers really are?” There was a glint of evil in Evan’s eyes that I had never been able to decipher.

“Evan…” I growled, fed up with his nonsense. I was on the verge of imploding, and I was irritated beyond disbelief with myself. How could I want someone so badly, from the very first sight of them? I just didn’t fucking understand it.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. I do want to mention, before you lose your shit on me once again, how easy it really is to find a girl like Meg….” I twisted around in my chair, my face turning to steel.

“What do you mean find? Do you know where she is?” That piqued my interest. If Evan knew where she was then maybe we could just go get her?

“Possibly…” Evan rubbed his hands together like he was about to unveiling something to me. “Social media is a very, very easy way to find people. People that are Megs age post everything they can on Facebook, and Snapchat.” His comment had me reaching for my phone.

I opened up the Facebook app, and typed in Meg’s first and last name then hit search. A photo of Meg from what was probably Halloween popped up with her name beside it. I clicked on the photo and was taken directly to her profile.

“She’s got her shit locked down tighter than fort-knocks, but her friends don’t…” Evan smiled, as I clicked over from Meg’s page to some chick named Kara’s. Her profile picture included herself and Meg.

I scrolled the page a bit, stopping once I stumbled upon a status that had been updated twenty minutes ago. Kara posted it, and tagged all her friends, including Meg in the post.

 

It read:PARTY at Davis’s, he’s got FREE booze, and hot chicks!

The iPhone in my hands shook. What the actual fuck was she thinking? A piece of my sanity when out the window right at that moment. The only thing that mattered was finding Meg, and bringing her back our place, where she belonged.

“We have to do something.” I growled placing my phone against the wooden top of my desk. It took everything in me not to throw the device across the fucking room and watch it shatter into a million pieces just like my patience had.

Evan smiled, “I’ve already done something…but I want to extend an offer to you before I reveal what it is that I’ve done.” My face fell, and I couldn’t swallow past the bundle of nerves that had now taken up space in my throat.

“What?” This wasn’t like Evan to barter with me, especially over a girl. Something was up I just didn’t know what it was.

“I’m interested in a threesome with sweet Meg, but that’s as far as it goes for me right now. I don’t want a relationship, and I’m not stable enough to handle one. I want to taste the sweetness that oozes from her… so I’ll tell you where she is, how to get her, and help you keep her here, but you’ve got to let me have a chance to get between her thighs.” His remark shocked me a bit. Whenever Evan and I shared it was fifty/fifty. This time though he was insinuating that I wanted more. I clenched my fist, did I lie and tell him I didn’t care or did I just own up to the fact that there was something about Meg that made me want to be a different man?

“Deal.” I spoke without thought. I knew I wanted Meg, I just wasn’t sure what I was going to do with her once I had her.

I stared at my twin brother for a moment as a silent message was exchanged between us. It was one that said Meg was mine, and that his one chance with her would never happen again.

I didn’t know why I was staking claim, but I was sure I would find out soon.

“Alright, get your shit on. We’ve got to go catch ourselves a rowdy college girl.” Evan moved from the desk and in the direction of the office door. Excitement zinged through my veins, at the anticipation of catching of catching my sassy stepsister doing something she probably shouldn’t be.

“Okay, I’m coming.” I hollered back, grabbing my phone from the desk and slipping it into my pocket. I was going to own this girl the way she was owning me right now.

 

***

Evan parked the BMW along the side of the road next to the Davis residents. How he got the address for the place, I didn’t know.

“Fuck! The place is packed bro!” It brought me back to my college days, where drinking and sleeping with abundance of women were the norm.

You could hear music bumping from the speakers inside the house, and laughter from a bunch of people that were lingering outside the house.

“It is, but I contacted little Davis, the fucker throwing this party, and I can assure you that he’s made sure our little Meg hasn’t be touched, or fucked with once the entire time she’s been here.” Evan seemed so sure of himself, and though I knew my brothers negotiating skills were badass, I didn’t think they could simply make people do things he wanted them too.

“All I want to do is find her, and get her ass back to our place.” The thought of spanking her bottom until it was pink made my cock hard. She needed a spanking for making me seek her out and dragging her back to our place.

“Well, we’re here, so go in, get the Princess, and meet me back here in say ten minutes?” I narrowed my eyes at my brother from the passenger seat.

“What the hell are you going to be doing?” I questioned grabbing the door handle to get out.

“Whatever the hell I want.” He snickered, getting out and jogging off into the crowded street.

I licked my lips nervously. I wasn’t the type to get anxious over a girl, so everything I was feeling right at this moment was unusual.

“Hello…” A drunk girl, sauntered up to me. Her eyes were blood shot and she smelt like a French whore drenched in wine. I could’ve pushed her away, and went on my way but instead I didn’t. After all, I was businessman who used his head. Instead I decided I would use her to help me find Meg.

“Hi, I’m looking for someone, do you think you can help me find her.” I gave her my signature melt-your-panties-off-your-legs-look.

“Depends on who you’re looking for?” She hiccuped and then giggled lightly as she swayed back and forth on unsteady feet.

“Meg Collins. Is she here?” I wrapped an arm around the chick, my body begging me not too.

The drunk chicks eyes nearly popped out of her head as she looked up at me like I was a Greek God or something.

“Ohmyfuckinggosh.” She said the entire thing in one sentence.

“What? Is something wrong?” Worry consumed me. If something happened to Meg because of me and my foolish need to possess her, I would never fucking forgive my self.

“Oh, um no… I’m Kara though, her best friend…” She smiled, and some of that worry faded. Still, if Kara was out here, where was Meg?

“Alright Kara, it’s nice to meet you. Where’s Meg though?” My voice was tight. I was over playing nice. I wanted Meg, and when I found her I was going to let her know how much trouble she had caused me.

“I know all about you Mr. Princeton.” Kara poked me in the chest, a grin marring her features.

“That’s good. I’m glad you do and I’ll tell you more about myself if you help me.” I tried to guide us in the direction of the front door, but Kara put the brakes on, her feet refusing to move from the ground.

“Oh no you don’t. Meg told me all about your plan to fuck her. I think it’s a good idea, but…” She leaned into my face, her boozy breath fanning against my cheek. “She’s scared of what would happen if anyone discovered she was fucking her stepbrothers….”

“Let’s go!” I snapped. If I had too I would find Meg on my own. When Kara refused to move from the spot she was placed in I decided I would go into the house without her.

“I’m trying to get her to hook up with Davis!” Kara shouted as I made me way into the house. Her comment had made my blood boil. No fucking way was Meg going to give it up to some frat asshole who wouldn’t take care of her.

Music vibrated through the floor, and walls of the house. I couldn’t hear myself think, let alone hear a word that was spoken to me. The place was loud as fuck, and there were people everywhere. I eyed the elaborate living room, my eyes gliding over the couples that took over the couch with there making out.

Nope. Not here.

“Chug, chug, chug….” A crowd had gathered around a table in the kitchen off the right of the living room. My eyes glided over all the people, and as soon as I saw her I lost it. I crossed the room with purpose, as I shoved my way through the crowd and plucked Meg off the table she had been dancing on with a bottle of wine in hand.

“What the…” She grumbled, her words a drunken mess.

“What the fuck is right!?” I growled, my grip was bruising as I pulled her away from the crowd and out the front door.

“You can’t make me go home!” Her nails sunk into my hand as she tried to claw at my grip. My teeth ground together in anger.

I stopped dead in my tracks. “What the hell are you thinking? You can’t just get wasted like that. Someone could’ve hurt you, and then I would’ve had to hurt them…” My eyes slipped from her face, and down to her lips.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her badly.

“Where’s Evan?” She hissed, looking around me.

Did she want Evan and not me?We always shared, sometimes it didn’t work out because the chick couldn’t handle being with both of us. This time that wasn’t the case though. Meg was mine, and Evan just wanted a taste.

“He’s busy, so lucky for you, you get to deal with me.” I wasn’t about to let her run away again. I tugged her along the way dragging her to the car. We were nearly there when some asshole called out to Meg.

I turned around, my eyes burning with anger as I noticed the way he was looking at her, and then looking at me like I was some perpetrator or something.

“Davis!” She shouted back, reaching for him.

Okay, now I was really fucking angry.

“Hey, let her go asswipe!” He yelled, trying to get in my face. He was a good three inches shorter than me, and was scrawny as fuck. If he was smart he wouldn’t try and start something with me.

“That’s not going to happen.” I pulled Meg closer into my chest, wanting this entire night to end already. Meg was mine, and she was going to be going home with me one way or a fucking another.

“Dude…” The douche bag pulled his fist back like he was going to punch me. I didn’t have the time or need to deal with drunken shenanigans, so I clenched my fist tightly and pulled it back, landing a hard blow against his nose before he could move. My knuckles stung as the scraped against bone.

Meg shuttered against my chest. I’m sure she was scared, and she had a reason to be, because once I started with her she would be begging me to stop.

“Seriously?” Evan’s voice sounded behind us. The Davis kid fell to the ground a second later, his hand clutched against his nose.

That’s right fucker. Stay down.

“He fucking deserved it.” I shrugged, twisting around, and guiding us to the BMW. Evan gave me a flabbergasted look, and Meg simply sighed as I opened the back passenger side door. I lifted her small body up, and placed her in the back seat before moving into the seat next to her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice cracking as she spoke. I smiled looking down at her.

“Teaching you a lesson…” I licked my lips as I slipped all the way into the backseat closing the door behind me. It didn’t matter to me that Meg was my stepsister. When my cock, or better yet my heart wanted something it went for it.

Meg’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment and I could tell she wanted this just as much as I did.

When she opened her eyes again she whispered, “Teach me, please…” and it was then that I knew we had struck a deal.