“Have your tea, eat something and then I’ll prepare a bath for you,” Axel says and strokes my hair.
I chuckle and take his hand off my head. It’s too much for me. I’m very grateful for his help but I don’t want anybody to touch me like this now.
“Okay,” he says, “message received.” His palms rise in a warding gesture.
Chapter 4
Axel
I put the food into the microwave as my brother leans against the cupboard. A wide smile spreads across his face.
“Is Sive staying with us?” Zane asks.
“With me,” I say. “You are moving out to Boulder’s. There are only two bedrooms here.”
“Sive can sleep with me,” Zane says.
“I’m responsible for that kid—“
“Kid? Have you seen her tits? Man, she’s gorgeous, a hot little thing to caress. Have you seen her lips? Can you imagine yourself what those lips—“
“She’s only eighteen.”
“I’m twenty-three,” Zane says, tying his hair on the back on his neck. “I’m sure she’ll find a lot in common with me.”
“Forget, I’m telling you. Forget.”
“You want her for yourself.” Zane shakes his head then goes to the fridge and takes out two cans of beer, opening them and placing them on the kitchen worktop. “What is wrong with her, by the way?”
“She was very sick, and it damaged her speech or something. She’s a disabled person so forget about her. I’m telling you. You can see she’s not like all the others.”
“No, she isn’t. She needs somebody to look after her.”
“She needs some proper sleep far from your sticky hands.”
Zane looks at me like I’m talking nonsense. “You okay?” Sarcasm seeps through his words.
“She’s a kid,” I say firmly. “And I’m looking after that kid. No ulterior motives. Capito?”
“You’ve been to confession or what?”
“Fuck off, Zane. You’ve seen her? She’s a little—“
“A little enchantress.”
“She’s a lost kid.”
“I wouldn’t treat her like the others,” he says and sounds honest. “I would invite her for a date, ya know. Cinema or stuff like this.”
“You have just crawled off a woman, you dick.”
“It was only Lisa.”
“And this is Sive.” I emphasise her name. And then again, “Sive.”
“Yeah, I know. You buy flowers for such a girl, invite her for a date and fuck her only when she is your wife. I know the rules about such girls.”
“No fucking touching her. Stay away from her.”
“She might have a different opinion on whether she wants more familiarity with me or not.”
I begin to suspect that my brother has a crush on Sive, and for some mysterious reason that thought awakes a possessive animal in me.
“Stay away from her,” I bark. “She doesn’t need more entertainment in her life.”
“Man, what is wrong with you? You’ve never been so serious about any chick in your life.”
“She’s staying here until I find her a safe place to live and a job. That’s all. She’s the kind of girl guys like us don’t touch. Understood?”
“So set a good example first,” Zane says with sarcasm.
“Understood?” I growl.
Zane salutes me, and the bathroom door creaks open. Sive’s tiny feet shuffle against the floor as her trainers leave the smudges of dried mud behind her. Fuck that. One will die of hunger first before one dies of dirt.
Zane puts the plate piled with food on the coffee table and waves at Sive to take a seat and start eating. She sits on the floor, cross-legged, and holds a fork and knife like a little aristocrat. My brother settles himself beside her with his elbow propped on his knee and stares at her like she’s a fucking miracle. He can’t take his eyes off her. More than that. He’s literally groping her with his eyes, and it makes me so angry that I can barely control myself.
“Put a t-shirt on, Zane,” I say.
“It’s hot,” Zane says and his eyes flick over Sive’s profile, then travel to her breasts.
My hand jerks up as my fingers roll into fists and I grit my teeth.
Sive is eating with grace like she’s sitting at the table in the Buckingham Palace. I take my beer and settle myself in the couch behind her, taking off my cut and throwing it on the backrest.
Zane hands the cup of tea to Sive, and she takes a sip, gulps then coughs. My brother slaps her back between her shoulder blades and moves his palm up to the back of her neck.
“Drink it Sive,” he says. “It will do you good.”
She freezes with the cup in front of her lips, then tries to empty it, taking one small sip at a time. Every few seconds, the sound of her coughing wafts through the air until her throat starts to tolerate the rum infusing the tea. I suspect Zane was very generous with the alcohol.
“Prepare a bath for our guest,” I say. “And we will put her to bed.”
Sive turns her head and fixes her wide eyes onto mine. Zane scrambles to his feet and moves towards the bathroom.
“Give me your trainers,” I say. “I’ll wash them.”
Sive drops her head and removes her shoes, handing them to me with dread in her glance.
“I’mm so-rry,” she says.
“No problem. It’s just a bit of mud. Finish your food and have a bath.”
She empties the plate as I go to put her trainers into the washing machine but I don’t turn it on.
“Give me your jeans,” I say, “and your t-shirt. And your socks.”
Sive scrambles to her feet and walks towards me, carrying the plate in her hand. She puts it on the kitchen worktop and stands beside me; her expression sharpens and her hands shake.
“After you have finished with bathing,” I say and wink at her.
Zane enters the kitchen so I shove her towards the bathroom, peeling off my t-shirt and adding it to her trainers inside the washing machine.
Sive closes the bathroom door behind her, and Zane takes a sip of his beer, then crushes the can and throws it into the bin.
“You remember,” Zane says, “when we were kids, Ma used to read us a story. The one she loved so much but cried each time she read the ending. And then she was pissed off for the whole following day because she hated that ending. It was about a little mermaid who didn’t speak.”
I did remember. Ma swore at the prince who didn’t love his mute little mermaid. He married a princess instead, and the mermaid turned into sea foam, which meant that she was dead. I hated that story, but Ma read it to us despite our protests. She wanted to make sensitive men out of us. I guess she didn’t succeed.
“I would take Sive to the cinema,” Zane continues. “I won’t do anything she wouldn’t like.”
“And then what? You will marry her?”
“Maybe I could. One day, ya know, when we get to know each other better. I just want to talk to her, Axel.”
“You never wanted that,” I say with sarcasm, but in fact, his determination makes me stunned. “That cinema stuff and all of that.”
“I can change my mind. Every chick I’ve had so far wasn’t like her. Sive is different. You look at her and you feel she’s unique.”
“Stay away from Sive. I mean it.” Fuck. I will slap him on the back of his head to shake those plans off his mind.
Zane looks at me with the fury darkening his eyes. “You don’t want her.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t want her for more than one fuck.”
“I didn’t say that either.”
We’ve never argued about a chick but again I’ve never wanted the girls my brother fucked and the opposite. Our unwritten code.
Zane is generally nice to girls but none has managed to steal his heart. He’s broken many of females’ hearts though.
Now, he’s acting like something has possessed him. And he’s trying to disobey me.
/> Zane’s always respected me and never defied me when it comes to important matters. I give the orders and he follows them. It works perfectly between us.
“Pack your clothes, Zane.”
“There is no rush, Axel.”
“Pack your clothes and get lost. Now.”
Zane salutes me, but the anger radiating from him is almost tangible. “Don’t forget that Dad wants to see all of us tonight.”
“I remember, no worries.”
Zane calls Boulder ‘Dad’, but I don’t for one simple reason.
Ma divorced him fifteen years ago because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She was with another guy for a while and he hit her a few times, hit me and Zane, then almost killed all of us in a car crash that he’d caused driving on drugs. After the accident, Zane moved in with Boulder and I stayed with Ma, helping her in her rehabilitation and easing her depression. Boulder removed that fuck from her life permanently, which meant six feet under and our life stabilised. Sort of. I stayed two more years with Ma until she started to visit Boulder and recovered from her depression. She never moved into his house again but they are good now.
“Go, Zane.”
My brother glares at me and a red flush paints his unshaved cheeks. His hands ball up into fists, but he obeys me. I’m his older brother, after all, his idol, and his god.
I watch him climbing up the open staircase leading to the compartment with two en-suit bedrooms.
We built that house together for the two of us. Now he is moving out. Because of a chick.
I sit in the couch and finish my beer, then go upstairs and take out a t-shirt from my wardrobe. Zane leaves the house with the bang of the front door as I walk towards the bathroom door and knock on it lightly.
“Sive, I’ve got a t-shirt for you.”
She opens the door and peers through the narrow gap, wrapped in a towel. Steam blows in my face.
“Take it,” I say, “and give me your clothes to wash them. There are spare toothbrushes under the washbasin.”
“Zzane—“
“Zane has left one for you?”
She nods and backs up, then returns passing the clothes on to me and grabbing the t-shirt from my hand.
“You okay?” I ask.
She smiles at me and closes the door. I go to the kitchen and put her dirty clothes into the washing machine. As I hold her bra and panties, my dick awakes. I enclose those panties in my hand like they’re a trophy. My dick hardens further to the point where my groin starts to ache. I haven’t fucked a woman for a while. That’s why my dick has control over my rationality. That’s why I can’t get Sive out of my head.
The bathroom door creaks open so I shake my head, throw her underwear into the washing machine and turn it on.
Sive walks towards me, only in my t-shirt that covers her bottom and thighs. Her hair is drenched and droplets of water mark her way. Her hand is sliding against the red-bricked wall and she sways with every step. I stride towards her and grasp her waist to steady her. She flashes me a very drunken smile and her knees bend. Right, heat and alcohol don’t mix very well.
“A-xel,” she says in a breathy voice and chuckles as her hands clutch my arms.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I say and lift her off the floor.
She wraps her arms and thighs around me while I support her neck and ass. I realise that she has no panties on.
“We have to do some shopping, right?” I say, tightening the embrace around her.
Sive buries her face in my neck, her hot breath scorching my skin. I allow myself to touch the top of her head with my lips. My arm supports her across the back as my other hand cups her ass cheek. It’s the roundest ass I’ve ever touched. Her skin is hot and smooth like silk. It’s as though I’m touching a hot marble statue that has soft curves in all the right places. My only desire is to slam her on the wall and drive my hard cock into her pussy. And to fuck that little miracle without mercy.
Chapter 5
Sive
Axel carries me upstairs, and the surroundings blur around me. I don’t care that a man is holding me in his arms like I’m a child and that he is touching my naked ass. I’d want him to kiss me or even touch me more, but I won’t spread my legs for him. I’m not that drunk.
My roommate from the catholic school’s campus smuggled a bottle of vodka into our room on a few occasions. We got really drunk together, threw up into the toilet and tried to survive the following day, avoiding the suspicious glances and noses of our tutors.
My mother would have rolled in her coffin had she known about this.
It was her idea to keep me away from home and place me in a school for good girls. The reason for that consisted of many layers. To begin with, she owned a small art gallery in the city and sold her own paintings with a moderate success. We had a nice house, expensive clothes and some savings in the bank account, but she was lonely after my father’s sudden death of a heart attack when I was twelve. Well, my parents’ marriage hadn’t been perfect because of my mother’s weakness for other men which got worse after my father had rested six feet under. I think she was ashamed of her intense sex life and didn’t want me to watch her like that. She didn’t want me to become like her. Thus the catholic school, a perfect place to produce a pure untouched me.
Then she met Owen, the second after the police chief, and they wanted more time without me. Time passed; my mother gained more wisdom and noticed that she married a deranged man who first acted as an emotional abuser slowly draining life out of her, then started showing interest in her growing up daughter and in the end planned her death.
Over the final year of her life, my mother was fighting desperately to save me from Owen, finding excuses to keep me at school even during summer holidays. And I love her for that.
She died silently in her bed and the post mortem showed the overdose of antidepressants.
Owen thought that I was stupid and naive and thank God for that.
Axel lays me on his bed and I roll on my side, placing my folded arm under my neck. He covers me with a red quilted comforter and sits on the floor beside the bed with his feet tucked under his bottom.
I’m grateful for his help. He brought me to his house and didn’t ask many questions. I want to say so many words to him, but my body refuses to cooperate. I mumble his name three times instead. He chuckles and strokes my hair.
“Have some good rest,” he says.
My hand reaches up to his forehead, and I thread my fingers through his hair. I think it’s the influence of the alcohol flowing in my veins. I’ve never been that bold. My forefinger traces a line down to the bridge of his nose and then along the scar on his face. His skin is rough in touch, unshaven for a few days. I brush his lips with my two fingertips and his teeth capture them, startling me. It’s painful and I hiss, levering myself up on my elbow, but he is still biting on my fingers.
“A-xel,” I say.
His eyes are cold like he wants to kill me and I pull my fingers out of his mouth, but he grips my wrist and plants a kiss in the hollow of my palm, leaning over me.
“Sive,” he says in a menacing voice.
His forehead rests against mine, and I inhale him, the smell of beer in his breath, the light sweat on his skin, anger radiating from within him.
“So-rry,” I say.
His palm rests against my head and he pushes down, making me fall onto the pillow. His mouth is just above my ear. “Sive, I’m warning you. If you make me insane once more, next time ‘sorry’ will not be enough. Do you understand?”
“I-I ddo.”
I’m scared of him now. He is furious with me and I know why. He doesn’t want a cripple like me to touch him.
Humiliation burns me like volcanic lava is flooding me, suffocates me like I’m drowning, and my stomach feels like I have something heavy inside.
“Sleep now,” he says and pulls away, rising to his feet.
I turn on my other side and hitch the comforter up. My muscles shiver a
nd I suspect that my body temperature is going up rapidly. I can sense Axel standing in the doorway and watching me, then the sound of his heavy footsteps fills the air and fades.
Tears prick my eyes.
Axel
I almost fall off the stairs as I hurry to the bathroom. One brush of her fingers against my face stripped me of rationality, and I could barely control myself. Her rapid breath when she is saying something is a more potent turn on to me than any other woman’s naked tits.
I fight my urge to return to her, spread her thighs and fuck her hard. I’d drive my cock into her every hole. I’d rub my cum on her ass cheeks. Then I’d fuck her again.
I would do anything for her did she only ask. I would sell my soul to a devil did she allow me to kiss those sweet gasps of hers. But she can’t know about it. Ever.
It’s absolutely mad, and I can’t recognise myself.
My form tumbles into the bathroom, and I strip off my clothes, tossing them onto the tiled black floor. I step into the shower cabin, turn on the hot water and grab my hard cock. My forearm rests against the glass block enclosure as I stroke myself, leaning forward. Clouds of steam envelop my body. The images of Sive’s lips and slim legs flash through my head as I start breathing heavily and stroke my cock harder. My muscles become taut. A growl escapes my mouth as a wave of heat shoots to my toes and I come so hard that I’m dizzy. A minute or two passes as my head clears of the fog, and I steady my breath. But it’s not enough. I want to go upstairs, tumble Sive on all fours, and fuck her senseless from behind. And then again until we drop off to sleep totally exhausted, locked together.
It’s not me. Something happened to the crude monster within me. That monster wants to keep that chick upstairs for longer. Until it’s enough of her.
No—
I have to stick to my plan for her. I have to find her a safe place to live, a stable job, some girlfriends of her age. And I have to make sure she will be very far from me.
I killed too many men without remorse and I fucked too many women without any emotion. She doesn’t deserve somebody like me. She is too young and too unique. I would make her unhappy.
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