We arrived at the house and I immediately noticed Sarah staring out the window, spying on me. Things like this made me think she was still into me as well, making me that more scared. If she’d ever give me the slightest hint of wanting me, I’d give in without a doubt.
I ignored her and pretended I didn’t see her and made my way to my room, guiding the lady with me. I knew Sarah would hear most of the sounds we made and that was perfect. She needed to realize there would never happen anything again between the both of us, that would make it a lot easier for me. If she didn’t want me, I’d have an easier time to deal with my desire for her.
As I undressed the woman I couldn’t help but think about Sarah, she kept popping up in my mind. What was wrong with me? Was I going insane? I had a beautiful woman with me and all I could do was think about Sarah. I wasn’t going to ruin this wonderful one-night-stand. I worked my magic and made her come, she moaned and even screamed afterwards, it was perfect. There was no way Sarah hadn’t heard it, now she would definitely know what the actual deal was between the two of us. The girls spread her legs, inviting me to fuck her. I pushed my cock inside of her but all I could do was wishing it was Sarah that lay here. What was going on with me? I used to have no trouble whatsoever to fuck someone I barely knew and now I was wishing for her to another woman? How in the world did it come to this point?
I thrust her a few times but it just wasn’t the same. She lay beneath me, willingly, wanting me to fuck her. What more could a man dream of? And yet it wasn’t working for me. I got a whisky dick like I called it, even though I knew it wasn’t the booze causing this. I knew well enough I couldn’t get it hard because I was thinking about Sarah all the time and she wasn’t here. This was a first for me, never had I failed at having sex. I told the woman I’d drunk too much and she’d better leave, which she did. I didn’t even feel embarrassed about it, I was more mad about the fact that I kept imagining Sarah, that my mind kept thinking about her. How was I ever going to get rid of those thoughts? She practically lived inside of my mind.
After the woman had left I lay on my back on the bed, thinking about a way to fix this. To my own regret I saw no other way than to actually do what I craved for, no matter how wrong it was. This was consuming me in a way I couldn’t get rid of so I didn’t have much of a choice.
Sarah
The next day I woke up to the sound of my phone, after an extremely bad night of sleep. It was Kurt, my ex-boyfriend. I ignored the phone call and took a shower, getting ready to start my day. When I’d entered my room again however, he was calling me again. My towel was wrapped around my body so I crossed the room and answered it.
“Why are you calling me Kurt?” I asked him.
“You know damn well why I’m calling you, you need to come back to me.”
“I’m never coming back to you again Kurt, it’s over. You’re not worth my time,” I snapped at him.
“I was the best thing that ever happened to you, don’t be silly. You better come back to me or you’ll be sorry,” he threatened.
“Stop threatening me, just forget it. We’re never getting back together Kurt, never!” I slightly yelled and ended the conversation.
“Is everything alright?” Brad stood in the doorway, staring at me.
“Yes, everything’s fine.” I nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked me. You sounded kind of mad.
“That’s because I was mad indeed. It was my ex-boyfriend, nothing major. He uhm… he calls me every once and a while,” I lied. Kurt called me a lot, threatening me and demanding me to come back to him. We were in a relationship for almost six years, he was my teenage crush at the time. But as we got older, things got worse. He started to get abusive and was away a lot, late at night. I was certain he was cheating on me but I could never find a way to prove it. Until one day I came home early from work and I’d caught him in bed with a friend of mine. From that moment on my trust in people was crushed, I hated everyone and everything. We broke up almost a year ago and hasn’t stopped calling me since. My mom pulled me through that dark period of my life and made me see and appreciate the positive things in life again. I owed a lot to her and therefore I’d be forever in her debt.
Lately Kurt’s behaviour had gotten a lot worse though, he used to call me once a week, which I thought was a lot already since we broke up. But until recently he kept calling me multiple times a day, sending me text messages when I didn’t answer the phone. But it was none of Brad’s business, I didn’t want to involve him with Kurt anyway, Kurt was a bad influence on everyone.
“Okay then. Just wanted to check if you were alright.” He gave me a smile.
“I’m fine.” I met his smile with one of my own. “You can go now.” I nodded at him, it seemed like he had missed the fact that I was standing there with only a towel wrapped around my body.
“Right,” he answered. “But listen, about last night,” he started.
“Don’t start. It’s okay, I don’t need to hear it. You have your life and I have mine, I understand,” I interrupted him.
“But…”
“No but. It’s fine, now leave,” I snapped at him. He stared me in the eyes for a moment and then left, closing the door behind him. I watched as he walked, so manly and so attractive. But still my stepbrother and still the guy who hurt me by sleeping with another woman. A guy that did that to me didn’t deserve me. Besides, it was for the best like this. A stepbrother and stepsister shouldn’t have anything to do with each other sexually.
I sat down on the side of my bed and sighed. I’d snapped at Brad and it felt bad, I actually felt sorry for him. But I had to stay strong, I had to make a point and I was sure I’d succeeded in doing that.
My phone rang and I checked it, Kurt again. This guy was getting on my nerves, he was practically stalking me right now. I was sure I could go to the police for something like this, but I was sure it’d stay with calling only. He’d never do much more besides calling and messaging me. At least that’s what I hoped.
Brad
I stood in front of my mirror and brushed my teeth, getting ready for the day. After the bad experience I’d had the other night it was obvious I had to set things straight with Sarah. There was no doubt I felt something for her, why else would she be on my mind all the time? Why else was she the first one to succeed in gaining my interest that much, that I practically became obsessed with her?
After having put on my clothes I was ready for the day. Just some more perfume and I was ready to go. Suddenly I heard someone shouting, almost screaming really. It was Sarah, something was wrong. I rushed outside my room and slammed open her door. There she stood, her eyes bulged open and looking at me, a towel wrapped around her body. This time however I didn’t focus on the fact she was barely covered, I was more concerned with what was going on. Apparently her ex-boyfriend had called her and she yelled at him. It got me thinking, why would her ex-boyfriend still call her? And when he did, why would she scream at him? Maybe there was still something they had to settle between the both of them, or maybe he’d just said something wrong. I knew damn well how women could react in some situations. I’d probably never know because she didn’t want to tell me. She was probably still mad about the fact I’d had sex with another woman last night even though I couldn’t really count that as sex. Sure my cock had been inside of her for a few minutes but it went flaccid real soon, much to my own annoyance.
I really wanted to apologize for what happened the past few weeks, how I’d treated her bad and how I’d used another woman to make something clear to her. That wasn’t the right way to handle that and she didn’t deserve that either. She was too much of a nice girl to play with like that. My time for an apology would come sooner or later, but it had to wait because she didn’t give me the chance to this time.
With a sigh I left the room and headed downstairs to get breakfast. I’d make it up to her soon enough, when she wasn’t as angry as she seemed to be right now.
Sarah
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During the entire day Kurt kept calling me, he’d occupied my phone the entire time. It was so annoying but what was I supposed to do with it? Maybe I could just have his number get blocked so I’d be rid of him. Part of me was scared of that option, scared that Kurt would show up and try to hurt me. He’d hit me during our relationship so he surely wouldn’t keep himself from not doing so this time. Luckily I stayed at Brad’s house so there was no way he could find me.
The next message I’d received sent a chill through my spine and for a moment it seemed as if time stood still.
“I’m inside your house right now. Where are you?” his message read. He’d broken into my house? What was that all about? Surely he was kidding about that. That was just plain burglary, what a freak! What was I supposed to do now? Call the police? Maybe that would make matters even worse. He always found a way to get out sooner and he’d just come see me again right after. He’d done so before and he’d do it again without a doubt.
I took a walk on the beach to think the situation through, looking for the best possible solution. I was so afraid right now.
Brad
I stood on the terrace at the back of the house, it overlooked the beach and the see. Sarah was walking on the beach on her own and seemed to be talking to herself. Weird. She was probably still mad about me and needed to get it off her chest.
The doorbell rang and I waited for someone to go get it, I was already outside anyway. The doorbell rang a second time.
“Dad!” I yelled. “There’s someone at the door.”
No response.
“Damn, I have to do everything around here,” I said to myself.
I opened the door and an unknown person stood in front of it, looking at me with squinched eyes. He was tall, but still shorter than me. A little belly showed through his shirt and his clothes looked old. What was this guy’s problem?
“Yes?” I asked and raised an eyebrow.
“Is Sarah here?” he asked me without even having the decency to introduce himself.
“That depends. Who wants to know?” I stared him deep in the eyes.
“Kurt. I’m uh… an old friend of hers.” He sighed.
“An old friend you say?” I squinched my eyes and nodded. How weird that a stranger showed up asking for Sarah on the same day she’d freaked out about a phone call from her ex-boyfriend.
“Yes, I’ve known her for quite a while actually.” He laughed, but I could tell it was fake. The look in his eyes gave that away, it didn’t look genuine.
“I see. Well, there’s nobody called Sarah here, so you’ll have to search for her somewhere else.” I shook my head.
“Where is she?” he said in a raised voice and pushed open the door.
“I suggest you stay calm. It’s not smart to invade someone’s privacy if you don’t know whose it is,” I said to him as I grabbed his throat and pushed him against the wall next to the door. His face turned red and I had to release my grip. I’d gotten so mad after I’d found out he was her ex-boyfriend that I didn’t think about squeezing his neck too tight.
“You’re gonna be sorry about this! You’ve been warned!” he tried to yell, but he had to bend over and cough, trying to get some air again.
“Is that a threat?” I asked him and placed myself in front of him, lowering myself to speak to him as he was still coughing. “I know a lot of people who are very good at handling threats be it legal or illegal. So think wisely before you act.” I patted him on the back and closed the door, leaving him outside. Who did he think he was? I hoped Sarah would be rid of him now, this should’ve scared him enough.
Sarah
After my walk on the beach I’d entered the house again, only to see Brad sitting at the chair, looking at me with a smile on his face. It looked like he’d been waiting for me to come back inside.
“What?” I asked him, hoping to get rid of the grin on his face.
“I think I’ve just done you a huge favor,” he replied.
“How’s that?” I raised an eyebrow and took place at the table on the seat next to him.
“Your ex-boyfriend’s name is Kurt, right?”
“Yes it is. How do you know that?” My eyes bulged open and my heart beat faster. How could he possibly know the name of my ex-boyfriend? I had a bad feeling about this.
“He’s been here.” He nodded.
“What?” I yelled. “What do you mean he’s been here? When? How did he find me?” What in the world was he talking about? There was just no way Kurt could know I stayed here for the next two weeks.
“He was at the door when you were doing your walk on the beach. Not the friendliest guy out there, I can tell you that.” He tilted his head to the side and frowned.
“But… How? I don’t get it.” I shrugged.
“I have no idea how he knew about this place but he was here. And he seemed pretty mad if you ask me.”
“Of course he’s mad. I broke up with him and he can’t accept that, even though he cheated on me!” I yelled. Brad stared at me, his mouth open.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t know that,” he said.
“It’s fine, I’m way over the cheating part but I’m not over the stalking part.”
“What do you mean the stalking part?” Brad got up and moved next to me, his face close to mine and he stared me in the eyes.
“He’s been stalking me for a couple of weeks now but these past few days it’s only gotten worse. He’s been calling and messaging me almost non-stop and it’s freaking me out. He even threatened me in one of the messages, saying he’d entered my house and he asked where I was.” My eyes turned watery but I held the tears from falling down my cheeks. I didn’t want Brad to see me cry.
“I had no idea he was stalking you,” he said and grabbed my hand. “If I’d known that I would’ve handled him a lot harder than I did.”
“What do you mean? I thought he only came to look for me?” I squinched my eyes.
“He did. But when I told him you weren’t here he turned kind of aggressive. So I had to use some force to show he shouldn’t mess with.” He shrugged.
“You fought with Kurt?” My eyes bulged open, I was hoping he would say no but I feared for the worst. Kurt wasn’t the kind of guy to leave things be, especially not if he didn’t get what he wanted. He would come back, no doubt about it.
“No I didn’t fight him, I just hurt him a little that’s all. He’s a big boy, he can handle it,” he told me with a smile on his face.
“I’m sure he can handle it but I’m not so sure he’ll just leave it be. Don’t forget you’ve made him mad about two things at the same time right now. You didn’t allow him to see me and you’ve humiliated him by throwing him out of the house.” I sighed and aimed my eyes at the floor.
“It’s no big deal, we’ll see what happens. I’ve dealt with angry businessmen before and let me tell you, they aren’t pretty to argue with.” He laughed. He probably tried to make me feel at ease again and it actually worked. His lovely smile warmed my heart and I felt better again.
“I don’t think I can express how much I appreciate what you’ve done, but thank you,” I said to him with a smile on my face.
“How about a dinner for the two of us? I know a great place we can go to.”
“You mean like a date?”
“It’s only a date if you see it that way. I like to call it a night out between two friends, casually having dinner together.” There was that grin again. I hadn’t seen it since the day of the wedding party. I immediately recognized it, this was the old Brad again, the Brad I had so much fun with before.
“That’s nicely put.” I met his smile with one of my own.
“So what do you say?” he asked me in a soft voice and gave me a kiss on the cheek, followed by another one. Heat pooled between my legs and I couldn’t do anything but agree.
“I’d love that.” I nodded.
“Great, then we leave tonight. I’ll call the restaurant to make a reservation ri
ght away.” Brad walked into the second living room to make the call.
“What are you all smiling about?” my mother asked me as she entered the living room.
“Nothing,” I said with a blush on my face, trying my best to get rid of it.
“You look happy.”
“I am happy. Brad wants to show me a great restaurant he knows and you know how much I love good food.” My smile widened. This was the perfect cover, nobody would think this was suspicious.
“How nice of him. Seems like you two get along just fine, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re eating breakfast together every morning and now you’re eating out together. It can’t be going that bad between the two of you then, can it?” She grinned. She knew me too well, I hoped she didn’t know how much I actually liked him.
“That’s right I guess. I’m glad we get along fine, imagine if Dwain’s dad would’ve been an asshole. I would never have forgiven you.” I laughed.
“You got that right. But I wouldn’t do that to you, so I picked a man with a decent son.” She laughed and rubbed my back, then left the living room again. Phew. She had no idea. I rushed upstairs and went through my closet, looking for the perfect outfit to wear for the night. I needed something that said I wasn’t a slut, but still something that looked sexy. I had so many clothes it was hard to find something decent. I’d stalled out different dresses on my bed and narrowed them down to the three I liked the most. This wouldn’t be an easy decision. I’d come back later and decide then because I couldn’t make my mind up right now.
Brad
I needed to ask her out, I couldn’t hold myself any longer. And I sure wouldn’t want her to end up with that asshole Kurt again, I’d rather kill myself then letting that happen. She deserves way better than him, Sarah was a girl with class and style who was pretty and kind. The perfect woman for me. I’d gotten rid of Kurt so she basically owed it to me to go out with me. Besides, I knew she wanted to, I’d caught her staring that night when I brought home that other girl and the look she sometimes gave me was more than just a friendly look too.
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