My Brother My Mate

A Forbidden Attraction

Mariam's POV

Anthony's hand on my thigh burned, not because of how tightly he squeezed, but because of the sensation it sent through my entire body. It was... delightful. I loved feeling his strong hand there, so close to... well, other places that, if he touched, would surely make me explode with shivers.

When he released his grip, I felt tempted to grab his hand again and force him to put it back. I forced myself to pretend I wasn't thrilled by what he had done and quickly asked what he thought about telling our parents that we knew the story about the supposed boarding school.

I loved his response and couldn't help bringing the pencil to my lips, biting it to avoid sighing and demanding he put his hand back on my leg. My body continued to shiver, and my eyes roamed over Anthony's physique. He was so strong. So sure of himself. So rough. So sensual.

What was happening to me? Why had I suddenly started seeing him like this? I watched him get up and rub his eyes, which was fortunate because something was starting to tighten between my legs, a sensation of warmth that felt very pleasant. I took a deep breath, looked in any direction in the classroom, and only after a slight smile at Melany could I focus on the exercises again.

Then he returned and sat next to me. I feared the shivers would return, but no, something had changed, and Anthony was back to being the jerk I had always hated. I felt relieved by that.

"Are you almost done?" he asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice, which was unusual for him.

"Almost, yes."

I was nervous too, but not because Anthony might get mad at me, but fearing that the sensation from a few minutes ago might return. Mr. Donovan passed by our desk again, prompting Anthony to lean closer to me, pretending to contribute to the exercises. As he did, his breath hit my ear, and that simple pinch was enough to make all the hairs on my body stand on end. I had to bite the pencil again to avoid a sigh.

"Am I really going to have to be your slave all school year?" I asked, trying to pretend we were talking about the work, but also driven by wanting to hear his voice and him telling me yes, that I would continue being his slave.

I was going crazy. His warm, minty breath continued to hit my ear, also my neck. It was wreaking havoc on my nerves. Suddenly, I felt my n*****s hardening.

"That's right, 'little sister.' You'll keep being my slave until I feel like it, understand?" Anthony's voice sounded so sensual, so close to my neck that my teeth fractured the pencil, and I still couldn't suppress a faint moan.

"Oh, Anthony..." I whispered, not knowing where that came from, but I immediately brought my hands to my mouth to seal my lips.

I looked around, completely flushed, fearing someone had heard me, but no one seemed to notice the last thing that came out of my mouth. Everyone was focused on the exercises, which were difficult, I admit, although I had finished them a while ago.

Then Anthony's hand returned to my thigh, and I had to bite my fingers to avoid screaming.

"I promise you, if we don't get an A+ on this project, I'll make you suffer like never before, 'sister'." Anthony's thick, strong hand squeezed my thigh so hard that it sent a pulse to my core, so intense that I had to bite my fingers harder, almost making them bleed, to avoid a moan.

"I swear we'll get an A+, Anthony. I swear."

"You'd better," Anthony said, loosening his grip slightly but only because he moved his hand an inch closer to my center. His thumb was almost on my area, sending an uninterrupted succession of shocks through my body. I was grateful to have a thick sweater and keep my jacket on because my n*****s were about to burst.

"And if you hand in an assignment that doesn't get an A+, I'll make you suffer, 'sister'." The tremor in his voice indicated he was also aroused. We were in the middle of a dangerous game, in the middle of the classroom, with all the other students around us, Mr. Donovan patrolling between the desks, while Anthony's hand, hidden under the desk, pressed against my center while pretending to read the exercise results.

Was this really happening? Was I... being m*********d by Anthony in the middle of the classroom?

"Are you done, St. Claire siblings?" Mr. Donovan asked just as I was about to grab Anthony's hand and move it directly to my area.

"It seems so, sir," Anthony replied, slightly agitated, also confused by what was happening. It was absolute madness. What was provoking it?

Mr. Donovan took the sheet and examined it carefully. Anthony's hand had already withdrawn, but I was still trembling. I prayed Mr. Donovan wouldn't ask me to speak because I was unable to articulate any words without moaning first. My area was all wet, and apparently, I was shaking. My back was tense, my n*****s were still erect, and my legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Was I suppressing an orgasm?

"This is very well done, congratulations," Mr. Donovan said. "I see the references from the boarding school are true. It's a foreign boarding school, right?"

"Swiss, yes sir," Anthony replied.

I was still shivering. I needed Anthony's hand; I wanted it to finish its job, but it was impossible, so I thought about using mine. Before I could give in to the impulse, Anthony's hand captured mine halfway to the opening of my skirt.

"Well, I have no doubt you deserve the highest grade."

Mr. Donovan scribbled an A+ on the sheet.

"You did well this time, 'little sister'," Anthony said, still holding my hand. "But this is just the beginning."

With that final warning from Anthony, the science class ended. I was petrified in my seat, fearing that if I moved, I might explode and reveal what had happened. I had to wait a few more minutes before feeling ready to release the air trapped in my chest. I did it very slowly.

Melany approached when I had regained control of my body, but not my mind.

What the hell was all that? What the hell was happening?

Why did I suddenly feel so attracted to Anthony, and apparently, he to me? None of it made sense.

"Mariam? Are you okay?" Melany asked, seeing I hadn't moved from my seat.

Although I was now in control of my body and, more importantly, my breathing, I was still in shock.

"Yes, yes, it's just that..." I didn't even know what to say.

"Would you like me to show you the library? There's a collection of incunabula that you'll surely love. Well, it might not compare to the one at a Swiss boarding school, but..."

I stood up, much more relieved to realize I had finally found someone who seemed to share my interests.

"I already told you I wasn't in any boarding school, much less in Switzerland," I said with a smile to Melany. "I don't know why my adoptive brother said that, but it's what I want to find out."

The classroom was already empty, and it was safe to talk about that.

"I know, I was just teasing you, but about the party, was your brother joking about that too, or is it serious?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed as I followed Melany toward the library, our natural space for leisure.

"That's serious. My new parents want to throw us a birthday party this afternoon, but it's okay if you don't want to go..."

I noticed Melany looked surprised, even somewhat offended by my suggestion.

"Why wouldn't I want to go?"

"Oh, well, I don't know, I thought maybe something like that would bore you."

"Miss a party at the pack's house? Of course not! Especially if it's your birthday."

"And don't forget about my 'adoptive brother,' either," I lowered my voice when referring to Anthony. We were already in the hallways, and someone might overhear me. "I don't know how fun the party will be, because his new friends, the ones he's made since he got here, will definitely be there."

"You've made friends too, Mariam, or am I not one of them?"

I looked at Melany with genuine happiness. It was true; I was making my first friend. Maybe it was just one, but I was sure that this one friendship would be much more valuable than all the friends Anthony could ever make in his life.

"And if you think you're only going to have one friend at the party, you're wrong, Miss St. Clair, because I'm about to introduce you to many more." We entered the library, and I felt at home. "Mariam," announced Melany as we approached a private reading room, "these are the members of the chess and math clubs."

I looked in astonishment at the large number of boys and girls who turned when they felt addressed.

Luna Emma, my new mother, hadn't been wrong.

Yes, I could be popular too, just in my own way.