I get to the bathroom and do the only thing that makes sense.
I take a shower.
I try to clean myself up and show face for the day to forget the night before. At least my father is gone. Rebecca, too. It leaves just me and Jake in the house. And the employees my father keeps around. Cooking, cleaning, security. People from his companies that use the office area to discuss business and have chats with partners, clients, and my father.
But upstairs, it’s all good.
After I shower and dress, I find a missed call from Katelyn.
I call her back to hear her bubbly voice making my head want to split in half even more.
“Good morning! Where are you?”
“Home. In my room. Why?”
“Coffee? My treat. Let’s meet up and chat.”
“I’m, uh, not in the mood.”
“Why? What’s wrong? You sound… oh, shit, you’re quiet. You’re with a guy, aren’t you?”
I look to my empty bed. I bed the spot where Jake had been next to me smelled like him. I bite my lip, daring myself to smell the bed.
Smell my own bed.
“I’m in my bedroom,” I say. “Alone. I’m actually hungover.”
“What?” Katelyn yells. I cringe at the pain that shoots through my temple. “You got drunk without me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then who did you get drunk with?”
“Nobody.”
“What?”
“That bottle of vodka you gave me. It came in handy.”
“Jesus. Bad night?”
“Something like that.”
“Tell me over coffee then.”
“No. I need… I have to…”
“Is it your father and shit?”
Katelyn doesn’t know about the marriage. Well, I haven’t told her. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t know. It’s decent enough news that my father and Jake’s mother had been hiding their wild love and finally decided to get married.
“Can I call you back later?” I ask.
I don’t give Katelyn the chance to answer the question. I just drop the phone and walk toward my door. I have this sudden urge - no, need - to see Jake. Just to thank for last night. To make sure I didn’t do or say anything I don’t remember.
And… well… I want to return the favor to him. For what he did to me. I vaguely remember him pushing me away because I was drunk. That took a lot of might to do that. He could have easily fucked me ten times and I wouldn’t have stopped him. Then again, drunk or not, I wouldn’t have stopped him.
I leave my bedroom and go to the next door. This alone is weird in itself. The guy who was between my legs, making me convulse with pleasure is sleeping right next door. Because his mother married my father.
I knock on the door and wait.
“What?” a voice says.
“Jake, it’s me. It’s Jade.”
“Open up then.”
I open the door and step inside. “Hey, good…”
Jake is on his bed. His jeans are down to his knees. His dick is rock hard. And his hand is stroking up and down.
I let out a gasp. The sheer sight of his erection is enough to steal any woman’s breath. But the fact that he’s doing this like this and told me to come in…
“I’m sorry,” I say. “You said to open…”
“Why don’t you open your fucking legs, sweetie?” he asks.
“What?”
He sits up, hand still holding his cock tightly. “Come on. Open up. Turn and give me that ass.”
“Jake, I came to thank you…”
“Fuck thanks,” he says. “Nobody else is here. Just us. I’ve fucked your mouth. I’ve fucked your pussy. Now give me that tight ass. I’ll open it up for you, sweetie.”
I gasp and step back. This is not the same Jake that touched me with the backs of his fingers after I was done puking last night.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Me? You’re the one interrupting me. I’m sitting here jerking off. Because of you last night. Fuck… you princess tease.”
“Tease? I wanted…”
“You don’t know what the fuck you want. One second you’re begging for my cock. Then I’m eating that pussy and you’re puking. You can’t handle it. You’re better off with some rich guy that gets hard over stock options. You can’t handle a man like me, sweetie.”
“I handled you that night.”
Jake laughs. “You didn’t, sweetie. You were bleeding. I cleaned you up before you could see it and get scared.”
Now I’m embarrassed. I touch my burning cheeks and want to cry.
“I hate you,” I say.
“Good. That’s how this works. Step siblings usually do. We’re not here to be friends. Or anything. You want to get drunk and puke? Good for you.”
“Jesus Christ, Jake. You were different…”
“Nope. You were just drunk. Just like the other night. The first time.”
I’m frozen and in shock. “I thought…”
“Listen. I’ll make it real simple. If you’re not going to take your pants off and bend over, then get out. Get the fuck out of my room.”
“This is my house,” I spit. “This used to be a spare room. And it was white. With expensive furniture for guests.”
“Now it’s my room, sweetie,” Jake says. “Deal with it.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, Jake. My father sees through it. Your mother… she hates you…”
Jake lets hit cock go and swallows hard.
I’ve pissed him off bad.
“Get out,” he growls.
The two words are venomous. But he deserves it.
I leave his bedroom and race back to mine. There are tears in my eyes and the first thing I see is my phone.
I call Katelyn.
She picks up on the first ring. “How about that coffee?”
Thirty minutes later I’m watching Katelyn pour like an entire container of sugar into her coffee.
“There,” she whispers. “Now it’s perfect.” She sips the coffee. “So… what’s new?”
“You know, don’t you?”
“Know what?”
“My father’s big surprise.”
Katelyn looks away. “What do you mean?”
“Christ, Katelyn.”
“Yeah, I know. I saw it online. Business millionaire and pianist get married on an island.”
“Don’t remind me,” I whisper.
“How the hell does that work? You didn’t know a thing?”
“Not a thing.”
“And she has a son, right?”
“Yeah. Jake Ziggen. The biggest douche asshole on campus.”
“So you know him?”
Oh, I fucking know him, Katelyn. We fucked…
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s not a good situation. He’s dirty. And vile. He smokes and drinks. And he sleeps with women like…”
“Are you jealous?”
“Of him? No.”
“The women?”
“What?”
Katelyn snorts. “Jade, anyone that sleeps with a guy that’s a man whore is nothing but a whore themselves…”
Yeah. Thanks for calling me a whore, Katelyn. But if you looked into his eyes or felt his tongue… or seen his dick…
I force a smile. “This is all sudden. And now my father is in New York with Rebecca, launching some company or whatever. He’s making themselves out to be something annoying. Like they saved each other or something, you know?”
“And you’re home alone?”
“I’m never home alone,” I say. “And now I have Jake there.”
“In the same house?”
“Yeah.”
“Is he hot?”
“What?”
“Come on. Take away the bullshit. Is he hot?”
“I’m not answering that. The second you meet Jake…”
Katelyn rolls her eyes. “Everyone is too good for you.”
“Whoa. I never said that.
And whatever you think with Jake, it’s weird. He’s my stepbrother. Plus… do you remember Hunter?”
“Hunter? The dork who loved you endlessly?”
“Yeah, him. My father is bringing him back with him from New York. Hunter is the CEO of some company. So I get to see him again.”
“Is he at least hot?”
“I… don’t know…”
“Christ, Jade,” Katelyn says. “Let me find a picture of him.”
I go to ask how and I realize what year it is. There’s no such thing as secrecy and privacy. Yet another damn reason why Jake and I probably should never touch each other again. Maybe it’s for the best that he’s a complete asshole. Showing his true colors. Holding his dick like it’s a toy. Just trying to fuck with me. Showing me what I’ll never have again.
It burns me up to think about.
Katelyn has her phone and within a minute she has a picture of Hunter pulled up on the screen.
“Damn,” she says. “He turned out just fine.”
She gives me the phone and there’s Hunter. He looks the same as when we were younger except his features are a little more manly. His cheekbones look cut of stone, his jaw to match. His eyes are darker, browner, with a sense of command. His once messy black hair is now properly cut and slicked back. The picture is for a company thing and he’s in a suit.
I have to admit, he doesn’t look half bad. If that’s what my father is bringing back for me to date, so be it. It might be fun to go out with Hunter. Laugh about old times. Talk about time lost. Anything to get my mind off Jake and the crazy temptation that won’t go the hell away.
“Some rich girls have their daddy’s give them cars… you make yours give you men.”
I laugh. “Men? Seriously?”
“What? Sexy Hunter and this asshole Jake. Sounds wild. Like a wicked threesome in the works.”
I blush. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Come on. Spill about Jake a little more. How well did you know him before your father married his mother?”
“Honestly? Not that well.” We fucked once. But we were drunk. It was totally physical. Nothing more. I mean, he just held me and fucked me… and fucked me… and… “I saw him around campus. He’s like a dirty jock. He could play any sport but only does it when he feels like it. He’s good at fixing things and stuff. I don’t know. We’re on like two different paths.”
“Until now,” Katelyn says with a grin.
It’s like she could read my mind.
“Yeah, right. Living in the same house. But that won’t last long. Once my father starts his political career or whatever, it’ll change. This is all for show right now.”
“You think he loves that woman?”
“I don’t know if my father loves anything,” I say.
Katelyn’s face drops. “Wow. I’m sorry, Jade.”
“Me too. But it’s all I’ve ever known.”
“What about your mother? You ever think about, I don’t know, finding her?”
I look down to my coffee. I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. Is there a point?”
“Ugh, I hate talking about this stuff. I’m sorry.”
“Change of subject,” I say.
“Yes. Back to your hot stepbrother.”
“Will you stop… you haven’t even…”
Katelyn presses a couple buttons on her phone and she has a picture of Jake on it. Some website has a picture of Jake. Then a picture of me. An article talking about our broken families coming together.
The picture of Jake is amazing. His head turned, not knowing his picture if being taken. The scruff on his face, his lip always looking ready to curl. That bad boy, fuck you attitude that’s just so addicting.
“He’s gorgeous,” Katelyn says. “In a dirty way. Like he’d throw you around the bed, you know?”
I look at Katelyn and have to hurry and look away.
Trust me, I know.
13.
(Jake)
I take a hit off Zeke’s smoke and it’s beautiful. I don’t where he gets this shit from, but it’s top notch. Two or three hits and I’m good and chill. Life is calm. The house is bustling with a few people, stragglers from the party that started, what, a week ago now.
I can’t believe how fast time is cruising by.
My mother and Thomas show up online in various pictures. Christ, she even had the nerve to sit at a piano one night and play a few bars of a song for Thomas and some of his dickhead associates. Some black tie thing in New York. It was headline news, questioning whether my mother would return to music with her beautiful gift.
But the picture told a different story.
She wasn’t fucking happy. She’s never been happy. Not since she ruined her life.
I didn’t ruin her life. I didn’t climb up leg and make a nest up inside her and come to life. That was all her fault. And I did my best to stay the hell away.
“Give me another,” I whisper.
Zeke passes to me and I take one more hit. The smoke lingers and I take another deep breath. There’s two chicks at the bar in the kitchen, their asses sticking out towards me and Zeke. They’ve been toying with us for an hour now. Zeke has it all worked out though. We’re going to fuck them. It’s that simple. It’s what I do best.
I ditched all my classes to be here today. I need the time away.
My mother and Jade’s old man came back from New York yesterday. They brought that Hunter guy with him. Dressed to the nines in a suit and tie, looking like a copycat of Thomas, the fuckhead was quick to shake my hand and then wipe his hand on a cloth. When he looked at Jade, I damn near lost my mind.
His eyes had her undressed. Thomas smiled. My mother stood like a robot, doing what she’s told. And Jade didn’t do anything either.
“I’ve gotta get this going,” Zeke says.
He stands up and walks towards the two chicks. He gets between them and says something. For a second I think he’s going to cockblock me and take both to his room. It actually doesn’t bother all that much, which is yet another shocking feeling inside me. This whole marriage thing and Jade thing has left me numb. I need to get away. For real.
But Zeke turns and takes one of their hands. He leads the way to the steps.
The other chick turns and smiles at me. Red hair, white skin with freckles, and these big eyes that are filled with lust. She bites on her bottom lip as she approaches me. I sit up and stare at her, smirking.
Sometimes it’s just so damn easy. My reputation does the work for me.
She comes at me and reaches for my hand. She holds it up and rubs her fingers across the scabs on my knuckles.
“What happened?” she asks.
“Beat the shit out of someone.”
“Why?”
“Because he was mad I fucked his girl.”
Her eyes go wide. “You’re really that kind of guy, aren’t you?”
“Believe whatever you want,” I say. “I prefer action over talking.”
“Me too. My boyfriend is in Florida with his friends. He’d prefer them over me.”
“Maybe he’s gay.”
“Think so?”
“To leave you? For a group of guys?”
The chick smiles. “Someone sent me a picture of him with a few other girls. Not sure what to think.”
“Why the fuck are you telling me this? I don’t care.”
“I want my turn,” she says, inching closer. She lifts my hand and puts it to her chest. “I want my turn to be nasty. To be wrong.”
Her hand goes over mine, squeezing her tit.
My cock throbs. It’s quick to come to life. My hand isn’t cutting anymore. I need something a little wetter and tighter. Something with that beautiful, sweet smell.
“Want to know my name?” she asks.
“No.”
“I know your name is Jake.”
“Good for you.”
She backs up. I dare her to fucking try and leave now. Over a name? Please.
She doe
sn’t leave. Instead, she grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it up and over her head. Next she reaches back and unsnaps her black, lacy bra. Her tits are beautiful. Big, creamy, the same color as the rest of her fair skin. There’s freckles all over them. And the cherry on the fucking cake is a single bar piercing through her right nipple.
Fuck yes.
“You like?” she asks, nervous.
“Tits, sweetie. I love them all. Come here.”
I grab her waist and pull her forward. She cries out and straddles me. My hands go up her smooth back and I pull those tits right to my face. I close my eyes and smell her. Some kind of sweet perfume, it’s wonderful. I skip her pierced nipple and go for the other one. I know that most guys would go for the piercing, but I know how to fucking seduce a woman the right way.
The second my lips and tongue taste her nipple, she groans and thrusts her hips at me. I feel her burning, pressing against my hard cock. I bite at her nipple and she put her hands into my hair. She tries to pull me away. I fight her and keep my teeth there.
Mine. Learn it, sweetie. Mine.
I bring my hand to her other breast. I knead at her creamy flesh and then let my thumb flick at her piercing. Each time I do it, she jumps and gasps.
I kiss her tit one more time and then look up at her.
She’s on fucking fire.
She’s the kind that uses her red hair and nipple piercing to get what she wants and nothing more. She’s not used to someone taking over with her desires.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Feels good.”
“Good. Are you going to come?”
“I want you inside me.”
She comes down on me and I put my hand to her mouth and stop her. “I’ll be the one who tells you what to do and when to do it.”
My mouth then goes back to work on her tits. I kept my hand gently on her throat and she puts her head back, moaning. I swirl the tip of my tongue around her nipples. I bite at her piercing and pull until she cries out. I then kiss her breasts and suddenly I’m attacked by something.
I’m mentally comparing this chick to Jade. I circle her nipples again.
Jade’s are bigger. Hers are more firm. They’re more fun to suck on and nibble on. And when I tease Jade, she doesn’t try to push me away. She comes closer, tighter, wanting more, trusting me…
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