In Love With My Step-Brother

him wearing bikini

Ashlyn POV

Ignoring the ringtone on my phone beside my butt, I sat by the window. The sky was changing its color. It amuses me how, with each transformation, it never fails to look beautiful.

It contrasts with my life. Though the change in my life was continuous, like the color of the sky, it only revealed the ugly part. It went from bad to worse. I wondered if it would ever be replaced with beauty, ever again.

Suddenly, the door behind slammed hard. Startled, I looked over my shoulder and found Emily standing there.

Fright swirled across my skin with her presence, and it worried me about the question of why she was there. I was too scared to face her.

I wondered if I had always been this coward, or it was just the effect of changes that took place.

Getting on my feet, I stammered, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yes, there is!” She nodded, gawking at me as if she would devour me alive.

The phone which had gone silent a while ago interrupted our conversation.

“First, get rid of that annoying ringtone.” She pointed at my phone.

Hastily, I reached out for it. The screen was flashing the caller ID BFF. Pressing the reject button, I took my attention back to Emily.

Stuffing the phone in my pajama pocket, I said, “Sorry about that!”

“Good! Now, stop sitting ideally and help around. Don't assume yourself as the princess of this place. I believe you can do much better than just showing up only during meals.”

Her words pierced my heart. Gulping hard, I lowered my head and nodded. She was indeed right. I have been doing nothing except for eating that past week.

“I am sorry!”

“God! Stop with those apologies,” she grumbled once again, getting offended with everything that I do. “It is annoying to hear it when you don't mean it at all.”

I wished I could show her how deeply I meant it. To prove her my compulsion to be there.

“Do I need to get an invitation card to get your ass to work?”

Her yell shuddered me. Quickly, I made my way out. Just after I passed her, she called out. Stopping, I turned to her.

“You have nothing to do in the main house now. So, you go to Brother’s place and clean it.”

“But if I remember correctly, nobody is allowed to go to his place.”

Folding her arms, she said, “Yes, but maids don't count. So, shoo!”

Clenching my fist, I so badly wanted to shout at her, ‘I am not a maid! You take it or not, I am also part of this family now!’ but I had no courage inside.

So, all I could do was walk away.

“Start the cleaning from the treehouse at the back of his house,” I heard her as I descended the staircase.

Since the day I started living with them, I had always wondered why Xavier lived so separately. His way of leading a secret life had given birth to my curiosity to peek inside his life. Though it was not his life, I was at least granted a wish to view inside his place.

The treehouse was something out of the world. It awed me the moment my sight caught its sight. I pondered how much he had spent on making such a spectacular place.

More surprising was its appearance on the inside. It was all red with black only in selected areas like the door frame, bed, the beams of the ceiling. A bolt of blue was the stuff on it. They were something that I had never seen in my life. I kind of felt illiterate to not know even one product was kept there.

Holding up the small chain with clips on each end, I tried to figure out its use. It didn't look like a normal clothes clip. I wondered if it was for a bikini, but he didn't wear a bikini.

‘Or did he?’ I shook my head to shake off my imagination of him wearing a bikini.

My attention was caught by silver balls that were sized around table tennis balls. They were linked together with a string. Holding it up, I checked it. My mind was blank to guess what its use might be.

Then there was equipment that resembled a mic. I couldn't fight the urge to press the button on its side. Once I did, I was startled by a sudden vibration.

“Oh! my god! Oh! My god!” In a panic, I turned it off and tossed it back on the counter.

One after another, I encounter strange things. Xavier was a whole puzzle, more puzzled were his items there.

Another piece of equipment was a rod with cuffs on each end. “What the heck is this stuff?” I couldn't help murmuring.

Sighing heavily, I faced the mirror. The handle on the side made me realize it was not a mirror.

Pushing it, my jaw dropped witnessing the washroom. The big circular bathtub with rose petals floating on the water took my breath away. I walked around it, taking in the peaceful aroma of scented candles.

While I was still inside, I saw Xavier entering the room through the glass which I had mistaken as a mirror. The moment he was inside, he began to look out for the equipment.

Just as I was about to walk outside to him, suddenly someone appeared at the door. She called him master, which surprised me.

I wondered if she was his student. If he gave a special class outside the college. One thing that puzzled me most was why that place?

My thoughts didn't get a chance to go far as I witnessed him smacking her. I felt bad for her and wanted her to fight for herself. However, hearing her moan gave me mixed feelings.

Was she enjoying it? Or was that her way to cry?

And when she undressed herself in front of him, I became clear about what they were up to. One after another, I saw how he was making use of that equipment. The use of that rod with handcuffs and kissing her between her legs suddenly sent a sensation between my legs.

I knew that feeling. It was the same thing which happened when Nico kissed me passionately. However, I had never given him a chance to explore me like Xavier was doing with her. I always felt very shy to reveal my nakedness to Nico. When I had the fever last time, it was the only time I had exposed myself to a man.

Shoving my hand inside my pj, I felt my underwear wet.

“s**t! What is happening to me? This is not supposed to happen. How can I get heated with my Step-Brother hooking up with someone else?”

I needed to calm myself down. Hastily, striping down the pj and underwear, I got inside the bathtub. I played with water between my legs to cool down, but it had the opposite effect on me.

Instead of chasing away that feeling, I was getting more sensation. At last, when I couldn't hold it, I brought my legs closer and wrapped one in another. Watching him stroking her, I clenched my fist and let all the feelings flow inside me. The orgasm hit me hard, making my heartbeat go wild. Even with the sound of my heartbeat, I heard him say my name.

My eyes shot wide open in shock. It was hard for me to believe what I heard. I was trying to process what had just happened when, unexpectedly, my phone rang from inside pj pocket that was a few inches away.

“DAMN!”