My stepbrother

Chapter 6

Zayne

I walk out of Maija’s room, more annoyed than I would like to admit. I cannot believe she thinks I want to date her. Don’t you? A little voice in my head replies, but instead of giving it any validity, I push it to the back of my mind. Of course, I won’t date her, sex sure, but I don’t date. I don’t fall in love. She should be so lucky; any girl would be drooling over me right now. I clench my fist. She has the nerve to reject me, even after wearing my gray sweatpants? These have never failed me, not that I had to use them often. I storm into my room, then stand before the mirror.

“I look good.” I nod. I know I look good, so why is she so unaffected by me when I want her so damn bad? Am I not her type? I dismiss that thought immediately. I am everybody’s type. The image of her lying in bed in her red shorts and tube top surfaces in my mind. I bite my lip, thinking of her chocolate thighs spilling to the side, highlighting the curve of hips and the roundness of that ass. Man, I can’t wait to map her body with my hands.

“Damn,” I scream before jumping into my bed. Why can’t I stop thinking about her? She treats me like I’m dust. Even when I told her, she isn’t my type to see her reaction, but once again, Wall-e says nothing.

“Wall-e is the perfect name for that robot,” I mumble because that is exactly how she acts, no emotions. It’s as if she’s been programmed to make blunt, witty statements while looking hot and, in the process, drive me crazy. However, this makes me want to break her. I can’t wait until she is beneath me. I want to watch as she shakes when I’m tasting her love juice. I can’t wait until she’s sinking her nails in my back as I sink my shaft into her. Just the thought of it makes me painfully erect, and tonight, I’m going to have to be around her all night without touching her.

“Or do I?” A devilish plan pops into my mind. I had no intentions of dating her before, but tonight she will be wined and dined. No woman can resist my charms when I turn them on, not even a robotic stepsister.

*******

Two hours later, I’m standing by the staircase waiting on her. “Maija,” I shout before glancing at my watch impatiently. It’s fifteen minutes to the hour, and we have reservations at seven. “Maija,” I called again. Where is she? I told her that we were going to dinner before the movies, all a part of my “seduce my stepsister” scheme. I glance at my watch again as the time ticks away. “Maija!” I shout for the third time.

“I’m coming.” Her beautiful voice rings in my ear. I look up as she starts walking down the stairs. She looks stunning in a short purple dress, exposing a lot of side boob and a healthy serving of those thick thighs. My mouth suddenly feels dry as she draws closer to me.

I bite my lip, mentally whispering a silent prayer for my

it was coherent and non-sexual. She smiles, a warm feeling spreads in my chest. She is gorgeous and so damn fine, I muse as she walks by me,

she asks, but I’m too

then turns to

my lust and jog to catch up to her. She purses her lips as we continue to

by 10:00 pm. Do you think we can

“Why 10?”

want to be

and already she’s thinking of ways to get away from me. I’m even more annoyed because it bothers me more than it should. I actually want to spend time with her. Why is that? She is intended to be a challenging, fun lay, so why do I want to know more about

I imagine you read as well since Princeton doesn’t

charm her out of her panties tonight. I probably shouldn’t insult her most treasured hobby.

she does not look pleased with

down at herself and then back up at her mother. I hold my breath, preparing for what’s about to come out of her

seen this dress before, mom.” I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear her respond, I hurry over to her and

I told you then,

don’t have to like it. you’re not wearing it.” I cringe at her