Their Stepsister

I put the keys in the ignition but I don’t make another move. I can’t leave. I can’t let Sarah feel that kind of pain. I’m an asshole and I’m totally okay with that. But I can’t hurt the woman I love most in the world because of my own self-hate. I sit in the car for about ten more minutes just breathing and trying to calm down. I need to make this apology good. If I don’t, Logan is going to kick my ass right in line behind Sarah.

I get out of my car and walk towards the front door when Sarah barrels into me. I can see she’s crying and all of my protective instincts kick in. I grab her up and wrap my arms around her and hold her to my chest. She’s so tiny I have to lean down to engulf her fully.

“Let go of me, asshole.”

I realize too late she’s struggling against me and trying to get free. God, I hope this doesn’t have to do with what I said earlier. And it sure as hell better not be because of anything Logan said.

“Princess, stop. Don’t fight me. I’m sorry, tell me what happened.”

Best to start with an apology – just in case.

I can feel her body get tight with tension, and I prepare for what’s about to come. Sarah is like a pot of hot water. Once she gets to boiling, there’s no stopping her.

“I said, let me go, ASSHOLE!” She tries to reach her hand up to slap me, but I already gave her a freebie at the bar last night, and it’s not happening again. I grab her by the wrist just before her palm connects, and lean down so I’m close to her face. I don’t want her to miss one word of what I’m about to say.

“I let you have your fit at Aces last night, and you got to lay a smack on my face. The next time you raise your hand to me, it’s going to be when I tie them to the ceiling to fuck you.”

If I’m honest with myself, I made the decision to claim her the second I got out of the car to walk back in the house. Having her taste on my face and tongue would make me fall to my knees and beg her to keep me. The first second her juices spilled in my mouth I was done. I tried to hold back but seeing her laid out in the bed with Logan sucking on her tit made me snap. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time and seeing her displayed like that was more than I could take.

I can feel Sarah’s breath quicken, and she leans into my body slightly as her mouth opens. She likes what I just said to her and her body is telling me just how much.

“That’s right. Logan and I are going to claim you and make you ours.”

I tighten my arms around her and all her struggles melt away. She’s been waiting for this moment of acquisition just as much as we have. She just needed me to be the man and tell her how this is going to go down.

It’s exhausting trying not to fuck your stepsister.

I lean down and open my mouth over hers. I can feel her breath mingling with mine and I see her close her eyes. She’s waiting on me to kiss her, to completely change the nature of our relationship with this one act. I’ve been waiting for what feels like a lifetime to do it.

As my lips start to touch hers, I hear a gasp followed by a sound of disgust.

I look up and see Kayla standing in the doorway of our home. What in the fuck is she doing here?

“I knew you Steel twins were kinky, but incest is really just fucked up, Luke.”

She holds up my wallet and cocks her head to the side as if she’s seeing me for the first time.

“Thanks for stealing my wallet and then trying to give it back. You’re such an amazing mark of morality for us.”

She at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed, but it doesn’t last long. She doesn’t take her eyes off us as she walks over and tosses my wallet at me. I have to let go of Sarah in order to catch it, and I’m sure that was her intention.

As soon as she has an opening, she lunges at Sarah and I’m knocked off balance. I try to reach out and grab her but I’m falling in the opposite direction.

“What the fuck do you have that I don’t?” Kayla screams as both women fall to the ground. I can see Kayla reaching back like she’s about to start hitting Sarah and everything inside me snaps.

I’m up and grabbing Kayla a second before her fist can strike, and I catch Logan getting to Sarah at the same time. Thank god he’s here. I need to handle the crazy.

“Get her inside and do NOT take your eyes off her,” I snap at Logan.

He gives me a dirty smile and says, “Gladly.” That fucker would find this comical.

I have Kayla by the arms and as I’m escorting her to the edge of our property, I decide it’s time to make things clear.

“You’re never welcome within a hundred feet of any of us again. I will be filing restraining orders first thing in the morning. That woman you tried to hit is not only our stepsister but also the love of our lives. You didn’t get the polite decline from us before, so let me say this: farewell and fuck off.” With that I leave her standing outside and she looks utterly defeated. I feel sorry for her, but not sorry enough to give a shit.

I check back one more time to make sure she’s moving and I see her turn around and walk away. I’m sure she’s plotting her revenge already, but I’m so sick of being afraid of what people think. I’m ready to live my life the way I damn well want to.

I grab my wallet off the ground and I realize I was so focused on Sarah at the bar I didn’t notice Kayla was stealing my wallet. I guess she did it to have an excuse to come to my house and try her luck again. I’m always too distracted when it comes to our baby girl. I need to claim her and fix this situation.