“Are you okay?” I asked.
I jumped off the bed and put my hands out to help her up, but she slapped them away.
“Get the fuck away from me,” she said. “And put that thing away!”
She couldn’t stop staring at my dick. She didn’t look too mad at me, so I wrapped my hand around it and moved closer to her.
“Put this away? Where do you want me to put it?”
I grinned as I swung my dick closer to her and she lifted the blankets over her face. She didn’t say anything, but I could make out the shape of her body under the blankets. She was shaking.
Shit, I did it again. I’m such a fucking dick.
As I opened my mouth to apologize, I heard a giggle escape from under the blanket. I pulled down the blanket so I could see her face.
“You’re drunk, but somehow I’m the one who fell off the bed,” she said, laughing. As she collected herself, her brow wrinkled and she frowned. “Wait a sec, what are you doing in my room? And why are you naked?”
“Sorry, I guess I got lost.” I shrugged.
I couldn’t tell if she was still mad at me, but I wasn’t going to press my luck. I got up and grabbed my clothes. As I pulled on my jeans, I noticed Sierra hadn’t stopped looking at me.
“See something you like?” I asked.
I gave her my best I-know-you-want-it smile. It was a half smile with a quick raise of my eyebrow and when it came to girls, it had never let me down.
“No, I’m making sure you don’t take anything of mine with you,” she said.
Just like that, she ruined my smile’s perfect record.
“Don’t worry, there’s nothing of yours that I want,” I said. I picked up my shirt from the floor and walked to the door. “You know, for a few seconds there I thought maybe we were getting along.”
“Guess you were wrong.”
I nodded slowly as I replayed the last few minutes in my head. I promised myself I would leave her alone and up until then, I really thought I could. But hearing her laugh and seeing her in her nightshirt did me in. She deserved one last tease.
~ Five ~
Sierra
I locked my bedroom door after Jagger left, but I could’ve left my door wide open if I wanted to. He didn't mean to come into my room. He didn’t mean to kiss me. Or did he? Maybe it was all a set up. I can’t trust him.
Issy was right. Everything pointed to Jag being a decent guy, but I couldn't get over what a prick he had been in the past. Even if he was a prick with gorgeous eyes, abs you could wash clothes on, and a...
Stop thinking about it!
I couldn’t. It was imprinted on my brain. Every time I closed my eyes, there it was. And I couldn’t help myself, I kept closing my eyes. I needed some kind of intervention.
Picking up my phone, I started texting Issy.
Sierra: You awake?
Issy: No, but what’s wrong?
Sierra: Nothing’s wrong.
Issy: No one texts at 5am to shoot shit. And if that’s why you texted, then I’m going back to sleep.
Sierra: Okay, okay. I saw it.
Issy: Saw what?
Sierra: IT. Jagger’s it.
Issy: It’s 5am. My brain isn’t working. His what?
Sierra: Wake up then, dammit! I saw his dick. His cock. His weiner. His tallywacker. His rod. His weenie. I SAW HIS PENIS!!!
Issy: I knew what you meant, I just wanted you to say it.
Sierra: Bitch!
Issy: That’s what you get for waking me. Is it big? Is he wandering the house naked? If so, I’m coming over.
Sierra: It was huge! He was naked in my bed.
Issy: You SLUT! I thought you hated him.
Sierra: He was drunk and passed out. He thought he was in his room. I told him to get out.
Issy: You saw it and nothing happened?
Sierra: Right
Issy: Then I’m going back to sleep.
Sierra: No! I need to talk about this.
Issy: It’s a dick. Unless he was doing something with it, this can wait until I’m awake.
Sierra: But I need to talk!
Issy: Was this your first sighting?
Sierra: No, you know about Devon.
Issy: Then get over it. Draw pictures of it, cast it in bronze, just let me go back to sleep!
Sierra: What a great friend you are.
Issy: Did you get a picture of it?
Sierra: No.
Issy: Then you’re a lousy friend. Pictures or it didn’t happen.
Sierra: Good night.
Issy: G’night!
***
I woke later that morning to my phone buzzing from a new text.
Jagger: I think you deserve to be teased more.
Sierra: I knew you were a dick.
Jagger: You mean you like my dick.
Sierra: Grow up!
Jagger: Get it up?
Ugh! I give up!
Worried about what Jagger had planned, I spent most of the morning in my room. The later it got, the angrier I became. But instead of being mad at him, I was mad at myself. How could I think he had changed? He was still a huge dick.
Huge dick.
I couldn’t help but giggle. As I sat on my bed, I pictured him naked. Of course I was surprised to wake up to that, but what a way to wake up. Even though it was brief and he was too drunk to realize what he was doing, that kiss was memorable.
Grabbing my phone, I left my room and went downstairs to the kitchen. As I poured some Cheerios into a bowl, my phone buzzed.
Jagger: Ever see Magic Mike?
Sierra: The stripper movie? No.
Jagger: Now you don’t have to.
What is he talking about?
As I ate my breakfast, my phone buzzed again. Jagger sent me a video, but all I could see was black. I didn’t know what to expect, but how bad could a video be? I tapped play.
Pulsating dance music started and the light came on in the video. He was in the family room. Jagger came on the screen dressed in loose black pants and a zipped sweatshirt. He started dancing to the music and removed his sweatshirt. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt underneath. I picked up my phone to get a better look and laughed as I watched him do body rolls like I had seen in the movie trailer. And then the video ended.
Damn!
Just as I was going to replay the video, another popped up on the screen. I pushed my bowl of cereal aside and watched the new video. Jagger swayed and hip thrusted to the music. I was not ashamed to admit it - I was drooling. The video stopped just as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants.
Noooo!
I waited for what felt like an eternity for the next video to appear, but nothing came. Carrying my phone, I ran into the family room to see if he was in there, but he wasn’t. I checked to make sure I still had cell service, and after a while when nothing else came through, I sent Issy a text.
Sierra: Let me know if you get this.
Issy: Got it. What’s going on?
Sierra: Nothing. Just making sure my phone is working.
I started the second video again and mid-way, Issy texted me again. Grumbling, I closed her text without reading it and continued the video. Another text came through, so I quickly closed it as the video ended.
The texts were annoying, so I emailed the video to myself, figuring I could watch it on a bigger screen. Grabbing my laptop, I brought it into the family room, hoping to run into Jagger. His hip thrusts and body rolls mesmerized me so much I didn’t hear the door open or anyone walk into the family room.
“Hi honey, what are you watching?” Mom asked.
As she stepped closer to look at my laptop, I slammed the lid closed.
“Nothing,” I said.
“I thought I heard music.”
“Umm, that was probably Jagger. Not me. I wasn't watching anything.”
“What about me?” Jagger asked. He stood in the entryway of the family room with my mother’s overnight bag slung over his should
er. “You okay, sis? Your face is red.”
“Sis? That’s sweet. I’m glad to see you two getting along,” my mom said as she took her bag from Jagger. “I’m going to unpack. Did you decide where you want to eat for dinner?”
“Dinner?” I asked, confused.
“You didn’t get that text?” Jagger asked with a devilish smile. “You must have been really busy.”
I stuck my middle finger up at Jagger and he gave me a big smile, then a quick body roll like in the video before walking out of the room.
Grabbing my phone, I quickly opened my texts. One text was from Issy asking what was going on, and the other was from my mom to both Jagger and I asking for help carrying in the bags and where we’d like to go to dinner as a family.
My phone buzzed and I looked at it, expecting Issy again. Instead, it was a series of photos from Jagger in what he was wearing in the video. The first photo was him completely dressed, the next without his sweatshirt, then shirtless, then from behind. The last picture was of his pants on the floor.
Great. A family dinner with the jackass with a nice ass. Life really wasn’t fair.
***
We ended up at a steakhouse for dinner. It was one of those fancy places with wide chairs that sat along each of the four sides of the table. I liked it because it meant I didn’t have to sit next to Jagger and I could still look at him if I wanted to. He was too hot to ignore, even if I did hate him.
Unfortunately, his being so hot had its drawbacks. One of them was that between seeing him naked and now seeing the videos, I wanted to see more. I knew there had to be one more video. I just didn’t know when Jagger would send it. Or if he would even send it.
I forced myself to tune in to the conversation at the table. Something had to get his naked body off my mind.
“We’re expecting about fifty people to fly out to Oahu for the wedding,” Mom said. “I’m really glad about it. I didn’t think so many of our friends would want to take a flight that’s so long.”
So long…and large. What’s wrong with me?
“We’re lucky to have so many people who want to celebrate with us,” Phil said. “Most of them are staying longer than just the weekend of the wedding. I’m glad the hotel didn’t make it hard.”
Make it hard…great, now I’m a twelve-year-old boy.
“And Phil and I were talking about how wonderful it is to have you and Jagger there beside us. We’re so glad you could come.”
Cum…that’s it, I give up.
I covered my mouth as I tried to shove down a giggle. My mom and Phil kept talking about the wedding, but I tuned out. Nothing was going to get Jagger’s hard dick off my mind.
As I looked at Jagger, our eyes met, and he grinned. He picked up the bread basket and held it out to me.
“I think there’s some long, hard bread in here for you,” he said.
Great, now he’s reading my mind.
I had enough of him teasing me. I couldn’t even call it teasing anymore because I was completely addicted. With the privacy of the white linen tablecloth and no one directly beside me, I pulled out my phone, hoping to get a glance at the shirtless picture he sent me earlier. To my surprise, I had a text from him.
I opened the text and sure enough, it was a video. I looked up at Jagger, but he wasn’t paying attention to me. It had to be the final part of his striptease. What else could it be?
As I checked the time, I figured out how much longer we would be at the restaurant. We hadn’t even gotten our meals yet, so I estimated that it would take at least another hour. I couldn’t wait that long to see if this was the video I had been waiting for.
I excused myself and went to the ladies' room. There was a small lounge area with a couch, and I sat down and pulled my phone out again. I always wondered why some restrooms had a lounge. Now I knew it was to watch videos of stepbrothers undressing. It couldn’t be for anything else.
The volume was muted, but I didn’t need the sound. I only needed to see if this was the video I had been hoping for. Jagger slid across the floor as he danced. He turned away from the camera and lowered his pants. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Turn around. Turn around.
I chewed my bottom lip as I silently begged him in the video to turn around. He tossed his pants to the side, got down on the floor, and lay down on his side. He pointed to the camera and mouthed something that looked like ‘now it’s your turn’ before the video ended.
While I stared at my phone, I wondered if I had enough time to watch the video again, but I didn’t want my mother to wonder what had happened to me. I got up and as I walked out the door, Jagger appeared beside me.
“Well?” he said.
“Well what?”
“Oh, come on. I know why you were in there.”
I looked away as my cheeks flushed. I felt stupid for not realizing he would know.
“You don’t have to say anything. I remember the look on your face from last night. You know how you can get back at me for this, right?”
I shook my head. “How?”
“Like I said at the end, now it’s your turn. A little tit for tat, what do you think?”
“I think you’re a dick,” I said.
“I think you want my dick.”
I walked ahead of him and got back to the table just as dinner arrived. He was right. I did want to get back at him. I just needed to think of the right way to do it.
~ Six ~
Sierra
With only two days before we flew to Hawaii for the wedding, I wanted to make sure to get some sun so I wouldn’t burn while we were away. The trip was only for a few days and our parents would move to a different island for their honeymoon, but I was still looking forward to getting away.
I put on a tank top and a pair of shorts and headed to the pool with my Kindle. I was hoping to spend the day reading, but once I stepped outside, I saw Jagger doing laps in the swimming pool and Dex on my favorite lounge chair. I turned around to head back inside.
“Wait, Sierra,” Dex called. “Where are you going?”
“Let her go,” Jagger growled.
Guess he doesn’t want me around.
“Nowhere,” I said as I stepped back outside.
I put my sunglasses on and made myself comfortable in one of the other lounge chairs. As I propped up my Kindle on my lap, Jagger stepped out of the pool.
He shook his hair and water sprayed out around him. His body was ripped and tanned and even from where I was sitting, I could see the droplets of water rolling down his skin. It didn’t matter that he was wearing swimming trunks, I managed to see beyond that. The image of his naked body was burned in my brain, and it was all I could see.
Jagger looked in my direction, so I lifted my Kindle to block him from my view. The last thing I needed was for him to catch me looking at him. He had embarrassed me enough with those photos and videos.
Hmm...those videos.
I might not be able to look at him in person, but I could definitely look at the images he sent me without being obvious. Smiling to myself, I swiped my phone and brought up the first video. I was going to have my own private striptease.
“What are you looking at?” Dex asked, trying to peek at my phone.
I quickly turned it off and let it drop into my lap.
“Nothing really. Just some things I need to get for school.”
“Oh yeah, you’re going to that cooking school, right?”
The way he said it rubbed me the wrong way. Despite how nice he’d been the last few years, he reminded me of the prick he had been back when he and Jagger made my life hell.
“Culinary school. The culinary school as a matter of fact. The Culinary Institute of America.”
“Well, excuse me,” Dex said.
“Just leave her alone, man,” Jagger said as he tossed his towel aside. “Let’s get out of here. What about that girl from the party?”
“Who? Oh, Ginger? Whatever,” Dex shrugged and rolled his
eyes. “I’m talking to Sierra.”
He leaned in closer to me and touched my hair. Dex was trying to get me to focus on him, but I couldn’t look at anything but Jagger. Jagger’s face hardened and he cracked his knuckles as he watched.
“You ever think of straightening your hair?” Dex said. “I bet you’d look hot then.”
“No, it’s too much work. I think I look fine the way it is.”
Dex leaned on the arm of my chair and rested his arm across the back. I didn’t know what was going on with him. Was he flirting with me? As I inched away from Dex, my phone buzzed with a text.
Jagger: Why don’t you go back inside?
Sierra: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Jagger huffed as he looked at his phone. Guess he didn’t like my response. He came over and put his hand on Dex’s shoulder.
“Let’s go out,” Jagger said to Dex.
“Are you crazy?” Dex hissed through clenched teeth before turning to me with a smile. “What do you say, Sierra? You busy tonight? Let’s do something.”
Jagger’s body stiffened and his fists clenched. Was he jealous? Whatever was going on, I could tell that it would piss Jagger off even more if I said yes to Dex.
“Sure, Dex,” I said. “What do you want to do?”
Dex grinned. “We’re gonna have a little fun. Ouch! Lay off, dude.” He winced in pain from Jagger’s hand still on his shoulder.
“I really don’t think you should go out with Sierra,” Jagger said.
“What are you gonna do about it? Sierra can go out with whomever she wants. Right, sweetheart?”
“That’s right, I can,” I said.
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