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  “What the hell?” I say as I jump from the mirror.

  “Language, Alexia,” he says in a high-pitched imitation of my mother.

  “How long have you been standing there, creep?”

  “I was just passing by,” he grins. I hate how much I love his smile. No matter how angry Kellan makes me, he always grins, reeling me back into the trance in which he traps me.

  “I didn’t tell you that you could be here, asshole.”

  “Name calling now, Alexia?” Kellan says as he continues to smile. He pushes his weight off of the door and enters the room. “Aren’t we a little old for that?”

  “Ugh,” I sigh. “I’m so happy that you’re leaving tomorrow.”

  “Didn’t you hear?” Kellan has a smile larger than usual, which never means anything good. “I’m not going on the trip anymore.”

  “What?” I pant. “Why not?”

  “Coach says we’re starting practice early,” Kellan grins. “Are you happy that we’re going to be roommates for ten days?”

  “No!” I groan.

  “You act like this is bad news,” he says quietly so that no one else in the house could hear. “Think about how much fun we can have.”

  “Just get out,” I said. Suddenly, his presence was making me feel claustrophobic.

  “Sorry, roomy,” he says reaching for my door handle. “Next time, make sure this is closed.”

  Then Kellan swings the hinge, shutting me off from him and the outside world.

  Chapter 6

  “You kids be good, okay?” my mother pleads in the garage as she wraps her arms around my body.

  “We will,” I say while I pat reassuringly her on the back.

  “No parties,” Ron says as he pointed his finger at Kellan.

  “Why are you saying that to me?” Kellan asks, attempting to sound innocent.

  “You know why,” Ron warns as he places the last piece of luggage in back of the SUV.

  “Now, we won’t have phone reception all of the time,” my mother explains as she places her hands on the sides of my shoulders. “If you have an emergency, please call grandma or your Aunt Sue.”

  “What about the police?” I remind her.

  “Them, too,” my mother nods.

  “You always trust your older brother,” Ron says. “You’ll keep her safe, won’t you, Kellan?”

  “Of course!” Kellan beams. Then he rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel the sweat from his body sticking to my skin.

  “You’re all sweaty!” I yell while I tried to shove him off. However, it is difficult because he was so much larger and stronger than me. The harder I fight, the more Kellan squeezes. “Get… off!”

  “I’m ignoring this!” my mother calls with her back to us as she climbs into the passenger’s seat.

  “Bye, guys!” Ron calls out as he waves his hand from outside of the driver’s side window.

  “Bye!” Kellan and I chant together. I brandish a false smile as I wave them out of the garage. Soon, they are gone, and the garage door shuts behind them.

  “Looks like it’s just you and me, sis,” Kellan grins as he reaches to put his arms around me.

  “No,” I say as I wiggle past him. This time, I’m determined not to give into his charm.

  “Is that any way to treat your new roommate?” he shouts with his arms sticking out from the sides of his body. His voice is like an alarm clock that won’t turn off. Ignoring him, I continue down the path that leads out of the garage, and back inside of the house.

  Chapter 7

  I spend the rest of the day attempting to avoid contact with Kellan. He doesn’t seem to mind as he drifts around the house, shooting hoops in the backyard court and blaring music from the living room sound system. Though the noise bothers me, I decide to stay with the door shut inside of my room. Once I find a good book, I am able to tune out majority of his racket.

  Later that night, I notice that the house is quiet. My stomach makes a grumbling noise as if to tell me to use the opportunity to make something to eat. I carefully venture into the dark house as I make my way into the kitchen. Looking around, there isn’t a sign of Kellan anywhere.

  Figuring that he left to go to a friend’s house, I open the refrigerator to gather some ingredients for a grilled cheese sandwich. After buttering the thick slices of bread, I drop them onto a pan with a sizzle.

  The fridge is stocked for a week with every supply that we need. My mother is great at healthy snack sneak-attacks. When I notice the fresh cherry tomatoes, I can see that she intentionally placed them there to inspire me. I make a small salad with vinaigrette dressing as a better side to my junk food dinner.

  I finish and drop the sandwich on a ceramic plate next to the dressed cherry tomato salad. On my way over to the dining table, I hear something moving on the couch.

  “None for me?” I nearly jumped when I see Kellan lying on the black leather couch in boxer briefs and a tank top. He stretches his long body along with a full yawn.

  “Why are you here?” I grumble while trying to disguise that he had frightened me.

  “Uh, napping?” he replies.

  “No,” I sigh. “I mean, why did you decide to stay here?”

  “Like I said, I have practice.”

  “You could have still gone with them for a week,” I said while still tossing the leaves inside of the bowl.

  “You’re right,” Kellan admitted. “But then I couldn’t be alone with you.”

  Part of me wanted to hear this while the other couldn’t stand the thought of being trapped in a house with him.

  “Whatever,” I say slowly as I sat at the table. My eyes make their way to the bulge in Kellan’s tight fitting underwear. It looks full and evenly packaged as it pops upward from his body. Suddenly, I realize what I was doing and snap my gaze back to the food on my plate.

  “C’mon,” he whines as he sits upward. “Make me some.”

  “Put on some clothes,” I groan while secretly I feel turned on from the sight.

  “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” Kellan says. I decide to continue while pretending to be unfazed.

  “The ingredients are still on the table,” I say as I fork at my salad.

  Kellan slowly arises from the leather couch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him stretching. As his arms move, so does his shirt, which reveals his flat stomach and a light trail of hair that leads from his naval and down inside of his boxer briefs. Slowly, he wanders to the kitchen where he gazes at the lettuce, bread, and cheese as though they are foreign objects.

  “What do I do here?” he asks with the ball of lettuce in his hands.

  “First off,” I giggled. “You don’t hold the lettuce as though you’re about to dunk it.”

  “Oh no?” Kellan grinned, and then he pivots on his left foot before pretending to shoot the green ball through a hoop across the room.

  “Nope!” I say while starting to laugh– then I quickly stop myself. “You don’t do that with it at all.”

  “C’mon,” he says in a gruff tone. “I’m like a fish out of water here… or like you on a basketball court.”

  I shoot him a look of pure annoyance. Kellan just peers back at me and winks.

  “Fine,” I say, giving in to his adorable, pouty face. Using both hands, I push myself away from the table and join him inside of the lit kitchen. “But you need to put on some pants.”

  “No…” he whines as he rolls around the corner where he finds his red basketball shorts. After slipping them on, he joins me back in the kitchen.

  “First, we butter the bread…”

  “Are you sure that I can trust you with that knife?” he asks with his hands in the air.

  “Maybe,” I smile as I cut down hard on the butter. “And maybe not.”

  “Watch out!” he jokes as he makes his way back to the couch.

  “Where are you going?” I ask as I place the knife back on the table.

  “To pick out a movie fo
r us to watch,” he says, innocently.

  “How are you going to learn how to do this?” I ask.

  “I’m not,” he replies with his typical, tractor beam grin. “I’ve got you to do that for me.”

  It could have been his smile or the fact that he wanted to watch a movie with me, but, for whichever reason, I continue to make him a plate.

  Chapter 8

  After we finish our dinners at the table, we put the dishes in the sink and made our way to the couch. I sit on the complete opposite end, in order to keep a respectable distance.

  “What movie did you pick?” I ask.

  “I was thinking A Kiss in Rome,” he answers as he stares at the television hanging on the wall.

  “You’re joking,” I shoot him a glance.

  “Not at all.”

  “You want to watch A Kiss in Rome?”

  “Yeah,” he says. “Why not?”

  “I figured you would want to watch something with more explosions… Definitely not A Kiss in Rome.”

  “I like chick flicks.”

  “Wow,” I gasp. “Well, I’m stunned.”

  “So you’re not one of those girls who can’t handle a good chick flick?”

  “The term chick flick is sort of demeaning to women, don’t you think?”

  “I do,” he says as he selects the movie channel. “It’s also bad for guys.”

  “How do you figure that?” I wonder.

  “Well, saying chick flick means that it’s not for men to like either.”

  “True,” I agree. “Then again, they do purposely make these to cater to what women want from a movie.”

  “It’s like your version of an explosion film aimed for me,” Kellan smirks.

  “I like explosion films, too,” I add.

  “Exactly.” Then Kellan clicks the “purchase” icon on the screen.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp. “This movie is ten bucks to rent!”

  “So?” he shakes his head.

  “So, our parents don’t want us doing this.”

  “Don’t you ever break the rules sometimes?” Kellan sighs. I don’t know how to answer the question. However, it doesn’t matter as the movie title came onto the screen.

  Half way through the movie, we sit as far away from each other until I feel Kellan shift. He is now lying in a position with his legs on my lap.

  “What are you doing?” I asks.

  “Massage my feet,” he demands.

  “You are crazy,” I says as I grab his legs and attempt to shove them off of me. They are long and heavy like tree trunks. Still, as I hold them, I look at his massive feet. There are masculine with even hair rushing from his ankles to underneath his mesh shorts. “I can’t believe that you want me to cook you dinner and then give you a message.”

  “Okay, okay,” Kellan says as he shifts himself into a sitting position. His hands reach over to my feet, which are curled on his side, and he pulled them toward him.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Relax,” he assured me. “I’ll massage yours first as a thank you for dinner.”

  I want to pull away, but Kellan has them in his hands already. Soon, his thick fingers are working in the arches of my feet, in slow, gripping motions.

  “Ahhhhhh,” I gasp. I can’t help but to sigh as his Kellan finds a sensitive spot inside of the ball of my left foot. Lying here, I feel overpowered and vulnerable as his magic hands do wonders to a tender spot on my body.

  “You’ve got a lot of tension,” he says as his hands move positions. I feel my toes getting pushed backward, stretching as he presses on them with his palms.

  “Feels good,” I smile.

  “See?” Kellan grins. “I can make you feel good, too.”

  With another push of his hands, Kellan’s strong fingers found their way to my calves. I felt him pressing into the muscle as his massaged in deep, lengthy compressions.

  My eyes close as I feel him venturing up my body. His hands are strong as they knead at my tenants that melt with each stroke of his fingers. I tilt my head to the side where I saw the lovers in the movie kissing on a Roman bridge. My eyes close again. Now his hands are on my waist. They push down hard, releasing pressure that I didn’t know was pent inside of me. My eyelashes bat as I see the light of the screen get blocked from my vision. Kellan’s head is just above mine as he presses down on my lips with a kiss.

  Chapter 9

  My knees buckle as our lips lock together. Suddenly, I find my mouth opening for him. Kellan’s tongue gently grazes against mine. Tingles like tiny fireworks erupt with each of his subtle licks. Kellan’s lips are like two pieces of pillowed pleasure. In high school, I had kissed a handful of other boys, but nothing compares to this. My stepbrother seems like a perfect chemical match to me.

  My heart races as I realize that I had given back into Kellan’s charms. Then I think about how exposed we are to the world. Never before have we done anything outside of his closed bedroom door. If my mother suddenly came home early from the trip, all of this would send our family into pandemonium.

  As my thoughts move into a panic, Kellan brings his hands down to my buttocks. He looks strong, but as I am cradled in his arms, Kellan feels even stronger. My chest is pulled in closer to his. The warm night only made our body contact more heated. Soon, my loose-fitting lounging pants are being removed. Kellan’s hands continue to do their wonders as they spread down my thighs with pressurized strides.

  “Ahhhhhh…” I sigh as his mouth made its way to my neck. The light amount of his soft facial hair gentle brushes against my skin. A warm, sodden sensation explodes under my chin as his mouth opens, and Kellan heatedly kisses against me.

  Thoughts of our risqué behavior get tossed around in my head along with the pure sensuality of the moment. Kellan might be my stepbrother, and everything we are doing could be wrong, but it all feels so perfect.

  “Guess what?” he says softly to me. His voice is dark and mysterious.

  “I’m not sure,” I reply quietly.

  “You’ve been a good girl,” Kellan says with a grin. I became quiet as he pulled off my thong, sniffs it, and places it on the cushions behind him. His mouth kisses the inside of my thighs with a hard, slow suction. My back arches as he moves further up until he is placed between my legs. Suddenly, the same warm tingles from our kiss happen inside of me. Kellan laps at me slowly with his tongue, pushing my tender skin apart.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he groans before leveraging himself up, and pushing further inside of me. My heart feels like it is pounding faster than it ever has before. I see Kellan sweating beneath me. His musk begins to permeate the air like. Then his eyes fixate on mine. “I want to make you cum, Alexia.”

  His voice is soft, yet determined. I haven’t orgasmed by a guy going down on me before. A couple have tried in the past, but to no avail. Even in this instance, I don’t think that it is possible. However, my stepbrother’s mouth and tongue move together like magic. He applies a warm pressure with his thick lips. I feel myself getting wetter by the second as he cocks his head and presses his tongue to a new depth.

  In and out he fucks me gently with his thick, wet tongue. Once his lips move to my clit, stimulating it with a kiss, then a fast flicker, I feel myself heaving. With every squirm of my body, Kellan becomes faster, and more determined.

  My legs shove to the sides and my hands reach down, grasping the back of his head. My stepbrother’s heavy, masculine scent drifts into my senses as I dig into his shaggy brown hair. His face looks up at me with sharp eyes intensified on my arousal.

  Soon, the pleasure becomes so intense that I thought I might have a panic attack. Suddenly, I hit the ceiling with scream as he brings me to a full climax. My orgasm is only perpetuated by his slow, strong laps at my opening.

  “Ohhhh,” I gasp as my body loosens. The music of the strolling end credits plays on the television as I lean backward onto the couch.

  Chapter 10

  The sun
glimmers through the blinds into my eyes. I squint as the room slowly comes into focus. The brightness of morning mixes with my body that is still heavy from sleep. My room is usually dark because of shut blinds. However, as my eyes begin to clear, I realize that I am not inside of my room.

  The cushions of the couch surround me. Then I remember last night. Kellan took me to places I had never been, and it was more amazing than I could ever expect. Our first night sleeping together was warm and sensational. Slowly, I was starting to see a new side of my stepbrother that I hadn’t witnessed previously.

  I take in a deep breath to roll over and greet him. As I turn, I touch a cool, open space on the couch. My eyes glance as I notice that he isn’t there. Then I sit forward and look around the place. The television is off and small particles of dust glimmer in the heated light that pours like rays through the room.

  He left me alone.

  My eyes fill with tears that stream down my cheeks. I’m not one to cry, but this time, I can’t control myself. My sobs are light and stuffy as they pour from my face without warning.

  “Kellan, you asshole,” I weep as I stand up from the couch. “I hope you die!” My neck feels stiff from sleeping in a foreign place. Then I feel a pit in my stomach. At first, I’m not sure what it is, but it lingers. Suddenly, I realize that it’s the feeling I’ve been pushing down all along. I feel completely let down by Kellan.

  Where was he?

  Though it shouldn’t come as a surprise that any of this happened, I take action. I decide that I’m finished hooking up with Kellan. He didn’t have the decency to talk to me before leaving. All I’ve been doing is feeding in to his ego.

  Then, why can’t I stop thinking about him?

  Kellan found his way into my skin. He burrows like a tick, and it’s up to me to turn up the heat, and pry him out of my mind. I go to the freezer and dig under the heaps of frozen poultry and steaks. My hands feel icy and frozen as I pull the mounds apart.