Taboo Series - Falling for my step brother

Chapter six

When I woke up, I was boiling. My flannel pyjamas were was too hot to sleep in. I kicked off the thin sheet that I had slept under and sighed. I looked around my room, it was pretty impressive. Massive king sized bed, where I was laying star fished in the middle, two nice bedside cabinets and a matching wardrobe. There was a desk with a laptop on it and a door I am hoping goes to a bathroom because I got to pee and I need a shower to cool off a bit. Thankfully it was a bathroom and after doing my business and having an icy cold shower I came out feeling a little more human.

I sat at the desk and opened up the computer. I quickly emailed work to request an extended leave, still not willing to totally give up my life back in the UK. Okay Marcus and Lucas Cage let's see what Google has to say about you two. Well they hadn't lied last night, they did run a magazine and Marcus's first wife had died of cancer. I clicked on a few images and noticed Marcus and Lucas were always pictured together, no girls, not models, just the two side by side. I sighed and closed the laptop feeling slightly dissatisfied I had not found any dirt in them. There was a knock at the door and I looked to the clock next to my bed, noticing it was only 6am I frowned.

I pulled my towel tight around me and walked to the door, sighing as I opened it to see Lucas in a suit. "Your up early." he said with a smile.

"Well it's hard to sleep when you are being cooked alive in your pyjamas. What do you want?"

"Dad is spending the day with your mum so I was going to take you out."

"No thanks." I said as I went to close the door.

Lucas stuck his hand out and stopped me. "I wasn't asking princess."

"Don't call me that." I groaned as I walked back into my room. I heard the door close and I went to my wardrobe finding the thinnest jeans and vest top I had I dropped the towel.

As I turned to go and find where my underwear had been put I jumped half a foot in the air. "Jesus Christ." I tried to cover my modesty as I bent over and grabbed the towel. "Why are you still here? I thought you left."

"And miss the show?" Lucas said with a dark expression. "Don't let me stop you." I got what he was saying in not so many words. I sighed and went to the drawer and grabbed my underwear but as I was bent over Lucas grabbed my towel and pulled it, making it tumble free. "You don't need that anymore." he said clearly dissatisfied I had picked it back up.

"What so are you just going to embarrass me at every turn?" I ask as I put my panties and bra on while I face away from him still. "What is your game here Lucas?"

I turned round and walked over to where I left my other clothes. "I'm sure a smart girl can figure it out." he shrugged.

"Well, although I may be 'smart' men are one thing I do not understand, nor wish to, so why don't you just let me know and then we can get this humiliation over with and start again." I said as I pulled up my jeans, feeling like I had swollen or something, they were so tight.

Lucas move over and brushed my still damp hair behind my ear. "You are quiet beautiful Lilith."

I laughed and shook my head. "Great line, what's the next one? Is that what it is? You just want to get in my pants?" I continue to laugh to myself as I pull my vest top on. "Men only want one thing with lines like that and bodies like yours. Daddy been keeping the reigns too tight on your Johnson and the first pair of t**s you see you got to have a bit. Is that it?"

I gasped as Lucas grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, caging me with his large frame. "Must you always be so crass?"

"You heard my mum last night, no one has ever liked me, why would they start now?"

I noticed Lucas's expression looked pained as his eyes locked with mine. "She didn't mean what she said." he defended her.

I shrugged. "Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, doesn't stop it being true." I ducked through the small gap under his arm and grabbed my phone from the side of the bed, unlocked it and opened up my mum messages before throwing it to him. His thumb flicked across the screen as his eyes moved from side to side. "Someone says something enough times, one of two things happens, it becomes true or it already is true." I sat on my bed and crossed my legs. "So what do you want Lucas?"

He locked the phone and stuffed it in his pocket. "I'm taking you out, come on." he sighed as he walked towards the door.

"You know you and your father are hypocrites right? You tell me to do things and both of you act the exact opposite. Seems spanking didn't work for you after all, so why would it work for me?" Lucas didn't answer me and just walked out of the room, I slipped on my shoes and followed, not wanting to push my luck.

We headed outside to where Jacob was already waiting in the car. "Morning Jacob." I smiled.

"Morning miss." he laughed as I jumped in the front ignoring the door he held open for me, I did not miss the glare that Lucas gave me for that.

As Jacob got in I turned towards him. "You really should call me Lilith, not miss."

"As you wish Lilith." Jacob said with a smile.

"So do you live here too, or just not have a life?" I asked.

"I stay in the grounds yes, just in case."

"What about weekends and holidays, where do you go then?"

"Same as I do every day, without the suit." Jacob said with a wink.

"What about your family?" I pushed.

"Mr. Cage is my family." he said in a proud voice.

"I'd ask for refund." I muttered, making Jacob laugh and Lucas grind his teeth, s**t he heard me. Eventually we pulled up outside a high end mall, I doubted they had a Primark in there, let's just say that. As soon as I got out of the car Lucas snaked him arm around me and pulled me fast to his side like I was a child about to get lost, to be fair I probably would get lost, this place was huge.

I looked around like I had never seen a super store before as Lucas guided me down the packed corridor. Everyone was so posh and poised, the shops all had the air of 'if you have to look at the tag, you can't afford me'. There were the odd smattering of normal looking people who were staring around in a similar way to me. Lucas tugged on my hip and directed me into one of the shops. I looked around a little confused as it looked like this shop was out of place, it had school uniforms, pants and pleated skirts, shirts tries, workout kits, what looked like sports t-shirts, even cheerleading kits. "For Saint Marc's." Lucas explained.

"Oh come on, I thought American schools wore what they wanted."

"Not at Saint Marc's." Lucas laughed at me.

"Fine." I grunted as I headed over to the pants sections.

"Girls wear skirts." Lucas said, grabbing my arm and redirecting me.

"Well that is sexist." I mutter as I look at the skirts. "And these are way too short, can't I wear like a Amish skirt, down to my ankles." Lucas just chuckled and grabbed a few skirts and shirts before directing me to the changing rooms. I went in and tried it on before shouting through the door. "I am not wearing this."

"Come out and let me see." Lucas sighed. I rolled my eyes and muttered a few choice words under my breath before opening the door. Lucas was sat on a plush chair just outside the changing room, I'm sure he had moved it so that he could see the shop floor and the changing cubicles for some reason. As I walked towards him and looked out I noticed Jacob was stood outside of the door like a bodyguard. Really was that necessary? "Turn around." Lucas's voice brought me out of my haze and I did as he asked.

"I'm not wearing this Lucas, if I bend down you can practically see my ass. What is this school? Like a old mans wet dream." Just then a group of three boys walked in a wolf whistled at me, I stuck up my middle finger and glared at them. "See, no f*****g way am I wearing this." I stated crossing my arms.

Lucas looked pissed as he stood up and grabbed my arm. "You know the rules about swearing." he gritted out as he dragged me towards the cubical with my clothes in it.

"What? That was in the house, I'm not in the house." I protested as I tried to pull my arm free of his hold.

"It's all the time, your actions reflect on this family." he said when he pushed me in and closed the door behind himself. "Turn round and put your hands on the wall."

"No! No way, not here." I said in a shaky voice, becoming nervous after my last reaction to Lucas spanking me. He grabbed my waist and turned me harshly, making me automatically put my hands out to brave myself on the way. He flipped up my skirt and as the sound of his hand coming down on my ass echoed around the changing room, I bit down on my lip to suppress the moan that was desperate to escape.

He spanked me four times before stopping and rubbing my tender skin. I was breathless and panting from trying to keep my reaction in check, so I just rested my forehead against the wall and enjoyed the sensation. When he was done he stepped back and unlocked the door. "Get changed back, I will go and pick out some other things that you will need." he announced as he unlocked the door and walked out.

I sighed, why did he have to do that? Why did he have to seem like he enjoyed punishing me and then being so tender after? And why the hell did I seem to enjoy it too? I turned around and locked the door before changing back into my uncomfortable jeans and vest top. I put the clothes back on the hanger and walked out to try and find Lucas but one of the guys who had come in earlier blocked my path. "Hey, look, sorry me and my friends got you in trouble. Are you starting at Saint Marc's?"

"No I just have a fetish for inappropriate uniforms." I said rolling my eyes.

"Ooo, that accent are you British?"

"No I am just really good and impersonations." I try to step around him but he blocks my path.

"Hey your funny." he laughs.

"Hey you like to state the obvious." I said giving him an evil glare.

"I'm Ashton." he said offering out his hand.

"Well Ashton Lilith is not interested." Lucas's stern voice said from being him.

Ashton turned around and looked at Lucas. "You look familiar, do I know you?"

"Don't think so." Lucas waved him off as he leaned past Ashton and grabbed my arm to pull me to his side.

"Oh my god, you are Lucas cage. You are like a legend on the football field, Jesus what the hell are you doing here?"

"Getting a uniform for my sister." he shrugged.

"Step sister." I clarified, getting me a glare from Lucas. "Well to be step sister." I added which I knew I would have to pay for later but it was so funny watching the vein in Lucas neck jut out in annoyance.

"Are you coming to the game tomorrow night?" Ashton asked looking at me.

"Well considering I don't know the rules of 'football'." I said in air quotes as I knew they meant American football, not 'soccer'. "And I have the same amount of school spirit as I do for tolerance for stupid questions, I am going to go with no."

"We will be going." Lucas said in a firmer tone as he piled all the things he had picked up on to the check out counter before taking what I had tried on from me. "They are honouring dad's 30 year Jersey."

"So? Why do I have to go?" I shrugged.

"You'll have fun, I promise." Ashton beamed down at me, making Lucas pull me closer to him.