Stolen By My Step-Brother

"I'll clean you off"

I marched down the stairs and made my way to the kitchen with my brother clinging to my leg. The kitchen was humongous, and it took me a minute to find the damn fridge. As my eyes gazed over the continents, I frowned, pulling a carton of eggs, some bacon, and a bit of milk. They had no food in this home, and I needed to ask Mr. Hawk to go grocery shopping, or else I would have to. William found a seat, and after cooking some breakfast, I sat down with him and began eating. He made a few satisfied moans as he dove in, and I was glad.

He cleared his throat with his mouth full, "Where's mom?"

"She's sleeping. How was your day yesterday, did Mr. Hawk and mom treat you well?"

He nodded with a childish grin, "They let me eat whatever I want."

"How many plates did you eat?"

"Five." He did not eat five. There was probably an appetizer that was shared, and bits and pieces were placed alongside his meal from my mother's and Mr. Hawk's meals.

I raised my hand, "High-five, that's amazing."

"What's amazing?"

As the voice echoed through the kitchen, it caused my whole body to stiffen. William immediately became mute, and I shuffled in my seat, staring at my empty plate. Mike marched within the kitchen lethargically, dragging his feet along the floor and approaching the fridge.

He yawned loudly, pulling the carton of milk and indulging himself within it, putting his mouth first against the opening. His hair was ridiculously messy, but his back muscles as he drank were exceptional. He returned the carton of milk into the fridge, and closed it. Turning around, his eyes widened. "Bacon, exciting." He stole a few slices of bacon, and grabbed a seat at the table.

I did not meet his gaze once, and I ignored his burning eyes looking over my bed head and my pyjamas. He chewed his bacon, stealing another slice and finally turned to my brother. "William is it?" My brother did not respond. Instead, he glanced my direction and lowered his eyes. Mike raised an eyebrow, "You mute or something?"

I bit my tongue, forcing myself to hold back from defending my brother. He was attempting to make me speak, and this was the way he tried to do it. After what occurred yesterday, and insulting me of being easy after having s*x with me, I needed to shun him out of my life entirely, except when the matters of the wedding come about. However, until then, he would no longer be a factor in my world. I tried so hard to abide to those words.

"If you speak, I'll give you candy?"

"Candy?" William's eyes brightened, a long grin pulling his lips as his hunger for sweets began by the mention of candy.

Mike smirked, glancing in my direction before turning back to William. "Yea, lots and...lots of different sorts of candies. For example, there's this kind." From his pocket, he pulled small ziplock bag, and when I realized what it was, my eyes widened. He grabbed his rolling papers, and began making his blunts. "This candy, you don't eat it though. You inhale it, ah?"

"William," I called, and it took a few times before his eyes turned to mine, "Go upstairs, prepare for a shower. I'll meet you up there in a minute, I need to wash our dishes."

William glanced towards Mike, and received a small wave from him. "But," he pulled out his bottom lip, "I really want some candy August."

Mike began laughing.

"I'll buy you some later okay, his candy is not good anyway." I stood from my seat and ushered him to the stairs, "Now go up there, you know your way. I'll be there in a minute."

When he disappeared, pouting with a glare on his face, I sighed and narrowed my eyes towards Mike. I grabbed the plates on the table, and marched towards the sink. He was seconds from munching on a slice of bacon, when I snatched it from his hold, placing it on the dirty plates, "Don't ever give my brother weed."

"I got you talking," he snickered.

I scoffed, passing by him and heading towards the sink. I began placing the dirty plates into the dishwasher, but my ears focused on the movements I heard behind me. He stood from his seat, and after a few minutes, I felt his man part sneaking up against my butt. Soon, his lips found the back of my neck, and his hands reached for my waist. His lips sucked on my thin flesh, causing my hands to halt their movements as I focused on the rising ecstasy within my body. My breathing became heavier, and my fingers gripped the edge of the sink.

"Does your moaning count as talking?" He whispered flirtatiously, his fingers gripping my thighs. He reached underneath my shirt, and his fingers slid past my bra, cupping one of my breasts. I was unable to tell him to stop as he roamed my body, feeling all different features that caused his body to warm with hunger. I winced when he bit the back of her neck, and he spun me around, placing his fingers around my neck. Similar to last time, he squeezed and I felt my airway shrink, and before it was cut off completely, he leaned forward and met my lips. His tongue forced itself past my entrance, and he gripped my jaw, aggressively deepening the kiss.

His fingers slid along my thigh, teasing me and causing my legs to shiver. As I continued to feel his wonders, his mouth left mine and began slowly descending. He kissed my neck, my chest, my stomach and smiled with hunger as he reached my part. He pulled my shorts down, all the way through one leg, and opened my thighs wide. His fingers found the opening and my moans became louder. However, I had not expected for him to add his tongue, as he licked every single inch of my part, twirling and dancing and causing my body to ache. My body became warmer, and I moaned recklessly, whispering through heavy breaths, "Faster, faster". My fingers gripped his hair, and soon, one last moan was a shout that I was certain reached all the upper levels.

He stood up, and pulled his pyjama pants down as well, and soon started thrusting in me. I was still sensitive from the orgasm, and the sensations that overflowed within my bones were much stronger. He was terribly aggressive, but it was much better than any I had before. His grunts made my heart pound faster, and when we both reached our finishing points, I clung to him, leaning my head against his shoulder as he breathed heavily as well, letting the evidence of the ecstasy within him, sparkle along my thigh.

However, although I clung to him, he clung to me as well, holding my waist protectively, and leaning against me, breathing heavily. It was as if it was an apology, as if he reassured me. "I'll clean you off," he cooed, and grabbed some napkins, wiping off his evidence. Afterwards, he leaned forward, and placed a small kiss on the ends of my lips, gently placing his palms on my jaw. He met my gaze and winked, before walking out of the kitchen with a yawn, as if we had not just had s*x.