My stepbrother

Chapter 2

Zayne

I drive up to the house, and there's a moving truck parked in the driveway. Mommy dearest moves in today, I assume. I scoff; I cannot believe Dad married some random woman in Vegas. I park my car, hop out and stroll up to the door.

“Maija, is the truck empty?” A woman asks as she unpacks a box in the living room. She looks up, and I’m face to face with a beautiful African American woman. Not my father's usual type, he usually dates twenty-year-old models who try to get in my bed once he’s out of town. She looks at me with confusion before it turns into a smile.

“Zayne?” I nod in response.

“I’m Carolyn.”

unwilling to speak to this woman I know nothing about, but that does not deter her. She reaches in and hugs

about you

I mumble under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. She ignores my little remark and continues hugging me before releasing me slowly. I look at the woman, confused, as she smiles warmly at me. Is this an act? She does not have to be nice

I can do?” I ask, shifting uncomfortably under her warm gaze. I am used to women looking at me like they want to rip my clothes off, but having lost

we got it; you should relax. You must be exhausted since you just got back.” She smiles warmly at me

really missed you these last couple of months.”  I nod; she busies herself emptying boxes. I scan the room, analyzing all the boxes left to unpack. I count around fifteen. I really should help; I

climb a

before looking at whoever ran me over in my own home. A dark skin girl, brown eyes, pouty lips covered in red looks up at me. She parts her lips slightly as if she is about to speak, and that’s all it takes for the image of parting her lips with my shaft to fill my head. Our eyes remain locked for a moment, mine filled with

stepsister.” I figured she would be Carolyn’s daughter, but the fact that she is my stepsister and should be off-limits does not register one bit as