My Step Father's Son

Chapter 10 - Just Happen

Ava Summer

He said nothing happened last night, but why has the situation become awkward?

We wash the dishes together, and I took my liberty to ask, "Are you sure there's nothing that happened last night?" I need to make sure of it.

"A lot of things happened last night," he answers casually while wiping his hand with a towel.

"Rhys," I sigh helplessly. "That's not what you said earlier." Can he stop joking about this?

"Don't you remember anything?" He takes a glance at me, but I can't fathom what his gaze means.

I shake my head in reply. I really can't remember what happened last night after I got drunk.

"You said you liked me." He says this as he moves closer.

His deep gaze makes me nervous, and I step backwards reflexively. I have nowhere to go when my back meets a hard surface and he stops a few inches in front of me.

I am trapped between him and the fridge.

"I was drunk; I said things," I reasoned, feeling all nervous. Why do I feel like he is not the Rhys that I know? I feel like I'm his prey.

"Really?" He gives me a playful smirk before putting his arms on both my sides, caging me in his space. And then he whispers with his hoarse voice, "You asked me to kiss you, Ava."

I gulp. My heart is racing, and I feel really, really hot. His proximity and deep gaze make me nervous.

"You said," he continues as his gaze moves to my lips before going back to meet my eyes again. "You--imagine me--when you-- have s*x with Joe."

Wait, what? Did I say that to him?

Holy s**t! I curse myself. There's no way he knows about it except I told him!

His deep, dark gaze penetrated me as if catching me red-handed. "Is that what you desire?" he asks.

"No, no, I-- I--" I don't know what to say. I turn the other way to escape his gaze.

"Look at me, Ava." His warm, heavy breath touched my skin as he held my chin and turned it to face him.

"Rhys, I---" I can't finish my words because he seals my lips with his, sucking and nibbling them in a deep, long kiss.

I'm taken aback for a while before I push him away and slap him out of shock. I feel my palm burning because of how hard it is.

We've both been startled for a few seconds. But the slap doesn't stop him. Instead, he grabs me and kisses me again.

This time, his kisses are rough, demanding, and more passionate.

"No-- stop--" I try to reject him, but he won't stop.

At first, it feels like forced kisses, but somehow his kisses become justifiable. I start to accept it and even want it.

Instead of rejecting him, I circle his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kiss.

His soft and tender lips have become so needy that I crave them even more.

His tongue meets mine, and we fight for dominance. We're kissing passionately like there is no tomorrow.

His hands start to sneak in under my shirt, pressing his warm palm on my skin. I groan in need. I want more.

My mind told me to stop and say no, but my body tricks me as my hands hold him tighter and my lips moan his name.

This is the first time I let myself moan his name after I tried to hold it every time I was doing it with Joe.

I don't care anymore if he's my brother. All I want is him. All of him.

As if he understood what I wanted, he trailed his hand on my skin as our kiss got deeper and more needy. Rhys lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He presses me against the fridge, banging me, and I moan every time his hardness presses in between my legs.

"I want you," he whispers. "I f*****g want you."

Without waiting for my answer, he carried me to the bedroom and put me down on the bed.

"Rhys," I call him in between his kisses.

"Hm? Baby, I'll make you feel good," he whispers as he nibbles my ear, down to my neck. And then he pulls off my shirt and starts to kiss every inch of my bare skin. I let him be.

I moan in a daze, like in a dream. It feels so good to feel his touch burn me. Feeling his real skin and his real lips.

I want more of his skin. I start to slip my hand under his shirt. He looks up and gives me a devilish smile before taking off his shirt. And then he moves forward to let me touch him.

My fingers trail on his hard chest, well-defined abs, and his sexy adonis belt. He groans in response while staring at me with lust. The next second, he devours me again with his kisses while his hands trail down under my pants.

I groan when he finds the most sensitive spot in my body. He gives me a naughty smirk before his fingers play, causing my body to squirm, and I moan harder.

"f**k! I can't hold it anymore," he curses as he pulls off my pants.

I bit my lips when I saw him take off his boxer, exposing his big length.

Yes, it's literally big, long, and thick. I gulp and lick my lips.

My eyes follow him to the side table, where he takes something from the shelf and then rushes back to the bed.

It's a condom. He tears off the wrap and covers his length with it. He stares at me deeply as he shifts over me, hovering over me.

"Rhys--" Before I could say another word, he put his finger on my lips. He whispers in a low, hoarse voice, "Close your eyes, and I'll show you how good it is."

He doesn't wait another second, and he starts to kiss me. His lips trail down from my lips to my jaw line to my ear. Sucking , licking, and nibbling them.

I close my eyes and moan as his length starts to rub on my core.

His mouth goes down to my breasts, kissing and sucking them with intensity.

Soon, he slid his length inside me, making us gasp and moan because of how good it was.

"You are so tight, baby." He groans as he thrusts inside me.

We move in sync, and his chest brushes against my n****e, giving me a pleasurable sensation. As a result, I gripped his length even tighter.

"f**k, baby! f**k! It's so f*****g good!" He groans so hard while lifting one of my legs and pressing it forward to deepen the thrust.

All I hear is his groan while a moan after a moan escapes my lips. I'm so high, like in ecstasy.

I don't know how he does that, but all I feel is pleasure whenever he thrusts me, hitting pleasurable spots that I don't know exist.

"Ohhh Rhyyyss!!!" I scream his name and squish his shoulder so hard when I feel an excessive outburst hitting me. My body squirms and my walls squish his length tightly as the overwhelming sensation hits me.

He groans loudly and stiffly for a few seconds before adding more strength to his last thrust. And then I feel his length's pumping his seeds out.

We smile at each other with panting breath, feeling the ecstasy envelope us.

He leans in, placing his face in the crook of my neck, giving me some time to cool down. I wrap my arms around his neck and rub his sweaty back.

After a moment, he kissed my shoulder softly before lifting his face and meeting mine. And then he caresses my face with his fingers and kisses my lips softly, nibbling them gently.

I close my eyes to the sensation. It feels so good, just like a dream that I don't want to wake up from.

He pulls out and lays besides me, circling his arms around my waist while resting his head next to mine.

"You have no idea how I want this to happen," he whispers as his fingers trailed on my shoulder tummy.

I startle. What did he say? Did he want this to happen?

I turn to look at him, and the reality hits me.

I just had s*x with my brother, and he already planned this. He had a plan to take me to his bed!

I sat up on the bed, grabbing the duvet to cover myself.

"Ava, what's wrong?" He follows me; sitting up.

"Did you—did you plan this?" I ask him.

"No, I didn't plan this. But I know I want this," he answers.

I don't believe him. I stand up and take one of the shirts off the floor and put it on.

"Ava?" He reaches for his boxer and wears it while looking confused at me.

"You use me," I say in a low voice. I can't believe I fell for his trap.

"What?" He frowns and then walks. Approaching me, "No, Ava. I did not use you."

"Dont!" I stop him from getting closer.

"Ava, you want this too," he says.

I shake my head. "You make me want it! You've planned for this!" I snapped, denying his words. "I can't believe you use me, Rhys."

"Ava, please, listen to me!" He holds my hand, trying to get my attention, and I refuse it.

"You kissed me this morning. Yet, you know, it's me who slept with you. You have planned all of this!" I state.

"I admit that I want you, Ava. I have this desire for you. But I never used you. You have to believe me." He tries to convince me as he looks into my eyes.

I want to believe him, but everything is a mess now. I can't think.

"I have to go," I say as I put on his sweat pants from the floor.

"Ava, please calm down. We can talk about this," he tries to stop me.

"I can't. This is wrong," I say as I turn around.

He catches up to me. "Let me drive you, okay?"

"No! Just leave me alone!" I yell, grabbing my stuff on the table, and then walk out of his apartment.

"Ava!" He calls me, but I ignore him and step into the elevator right when it's open.

There are other people with me, so Rhys stops his track.

We're looking at each other until the elevator door closes and he's out of my sight.

I can't describe my own feelings right now. It's too much for me to handle.

I take a cab and go home with a spinning headache.

When I get home, I meet Maria on the stairs.

"Where are Mom and Edward?" I ask.

"They're in the swimming pool. Are you okay?" she says as she stares at me.

I know she is scrutinizing my appearance. Oversize clothes, messy hair. I'm probably at my worst.

I don't answer her and continue to walk upstairs.

In the bathroom, I take off Rhys clothes and stare at myself in the mirror. I find redden spots all over my body, from my neck to my thighs.

My gaze shifts to my face as I rub my swollen lips.

I close my eyes. For a moment, I could still feel his lips devouring mine and how good it tasted. And when I open my eyes again, I'm back to the realization.

I messed up, and I let him use me.

Feeling dejected, I turn on the shower and let the cold water go down from my head to toe, hoping that it can clear my head from these messy things.

***

Maria found me with a high fever in the afternoon. It turns out I took too much time taking a cold shower that morning.

"You said you wanted to get some rest, but you're going to a pub with Emily?" Mom scolds me when she finds out I'm sick.

"Mom, please..." I plead as I curl up in bed, feeling my head hurt.

"Can you act like a responsible adult?" she keeps on going.

I sigh. She's right. A responsible adult didn't f**k her own brother!

"Okay. I'm sorry." I admit my mistake, hoping that she'll stop scolding me. I've learned my lesson.

"Drink your medicine and get some rest," she finally says.

I did what she said. Drink my medicine, and then pull my duvet over my head.

She left the room and closed the door slowly, letting me rest.

My phone is ringing not long after. I reach out and take a look at its screen. It's Rhys.

He's been calling me a couple of times today, but I don't want to talk with him.

I put my phone in silent mode before hiding it under my pillow. I need some time to think.

*****

Rhys River.

What did I do?!! Can I just f*****g control myself? I was so messed up! So f*****g messed up! I curse and cover my face with my hand.

I knew I should have stopped first thing in the morning when I woke up. I should have woken up early and walked away from her. But I didn't.

Instead, I let myself hug her, holding her close and kissing her sweet skin.

I didn't know why I couldn't stop. There's something inside me that wants to keep her in my bed. It felt good to have her in my arms.

I didn't plan to take her to my bed and have s*x with her either. It just happened. I wanted her right at that moment. I never planned this or used her for my own benefit.

I tried to call her the whole day, but she kept ignoring my call. I can't blame her. Maybe I deserve to be ignored. What kind of brother am I who takes his own sister to bed?

How am I going to fix this?

After failing to call her phone. I called my house via landline.

Sarah picked it up. She said that Ava was sleeping. She had a fever and was not feeling well.

Did she become sick because of me? Because of what just happened between us? I'm worried about her, but there's nothing I can do.

Today I decided to come to my dad's house. I have to talk to her. We have to clear things out.

Sarah and Dad are not home. Maria says Ava is in her room, resting.

I knock on her door, but I keep silent when she asks who's knocking. When she opens it and sees me, she hurriedly closes it. But I hold it with my arms.

"Wait Ava! Let me talk!" I ask while looking at her pale face. She looks unwell.

She keeps pushing on the door to refuse me, but I'm stronger than her. "Please, Ava, we need to talk!" I plead.

"Fine!" She finally gives up and steps outside.

We stand face-to-face in the second-floor corridor in front of her room. I can tell she's nervous because she's biting her finger nails.

"How are you? Are you okay?" I'm worried, looking at her pale face.

"What do you want?" Instead of answering me, she snaps out.

She's still angry with me. That's fine; I deserve this.

"I'm sorry. I should have controlled myself." One of the reasons I'm here is to apologize.

"You should, Rhys! How could you let that happen?" She says it angryly while keeping her voice down. We don't want anyone to know what happened between us.

"I know. I'm sorry." I reply, feeling guilty all along. "Please, Ava, you have to forgive me. It won't happen again."

I want everything between us to go back to the way it used to be. I don't want to lose her.

We stare at each other.

"Please, Ava," I plead, hoping she knows how sincere I am.

She takes a deep breath and says, "Let's forget this is ever happen." And then she walks back to her room and closes the door.

I sigh heavily. I don't know if this will work between us, but if this is what she wants, then I'll do it.