My Hot Step Brother Wants Me

Tatiana

The aggressive sound coming from my alarm had me grumbling loudly, kicking the heavy duvet off my body, and cursing at the universe for forcing me to wake up at such an hour. I pick up my phone, staring at the message from Emily gushing about the first day of school and the game later today.

I drag my body into the bathroom, and even after a hot shower, I still look like a newly transformed zombie. Damn it! Why did summer break have to be over so soon? In hindsight, it was my last year of high school. Nine more months and I would be out of here and in my dream college.

I hate everything about high school. One would think that despite having everything - I was on the cheerleading team, I had straight As, a bright future at Yale, and of course, a rich mother -my life should be perfect.

It was everything but perfect.

I walk into my closet and rummage through the endless rows of clothes, searching for something worthy of my first day back in school as a senior. I settle for a baby pink crop top and jeans. I pick up a blazer for later in case it gets chilly. After a last look in the mirror, adjusting my perfectly styled hair, I dashed for the stairs.

"You look pretty." My mother says as soon as I walk into the dining room. She's busy on the kitchen counter and barely throws a glance my way. I give her a faint smile when she meets my gaze.

"Meh, you look like a dull stuff with cotton. I mean, look at your cheeks."

Ah, there it is. One of the imperfections in my life. My stepbrother, Hasan.

"And you look like you snuck into Earth." I clapped back, pulling out the chair furthest from him. Rather than taking offense to my insult, Hasan laughs. I mean, really laugh. The melodious sound of his laughter does something to my thighs that infuriates me.

"Settle down, kids." Mom places the last dish on the table.

"I didn't do anything, Mom."

"Yeah, yeah," Hasan mocks, making a silly face at me that makes me want to throw a loaf of bread his way.

Hasan is my stepbrother. A thorn in my side that is impossible to get rid of. My mom adopted him when I was in fifth grade. I had come home that day from school to find the fucker lying on my bed. No one lays on my bed, not even my mom. He casually introduced himself as my brother, as if it was totally normal.

And I have been stuck with him since then.

Hasan is irritating and frustrating and urgh! He makes me want to poke him in the eye with a burning stick. I swear I couldn't stand him. I hated him more than I hated everyone else. But something happened in the summer I was away with my friends.

In my eyes, Hasan had the obscenest glow-up known to mankind. Of course, having Arabic genes helped. Deep eyes, high cheekbones that most women pay to have, long lashes, thick jet-black hair, a subtle beard, and teeth so fucking white they blind you. He had gone from geeky and annoying to cover magazine-worthy hot. Suddenly, I stopped seeing him as my annoying stepbrother. He became so fucking hot that most nights, I had to touch myself while thinking of him doing nasty, dirty things.

"Jesus, Tatiana! Are you even listening?" My mom snaps her fingers in my face. I blink, slowly coming back to. My gaze first lands on Hasan, who gives me a knowing look, his plump lips expanding into a teasing smile. God, he is so fucking annoying.

"Yes, Mom."

"I will be out of town for the next days. You are in charge; watch over your brother and report back to me if he does anything foolish." Mom says calmly, digging into her bacon.

"I am not his babysitter." I state. Hasan makes a silly face. I grab the loaf of bread on my plate, ready to use it as a weapon when my mother spoke up.

"No. but you are more responsible than he is. You are in charge, and that is final." My mom says in a stern tone, one that leaves no room for debate.

Knowing I will be in charge of Hasan makes me unable to stomach anything. I know he would go out of his way to make my life the next days a fucking nightmare. I shift back my chair, grab my backpack, and storm out of the house.

Outside, the sun is already overhead in the sky, and it's blazing hot, which is weird for the current weather in New Hampshire. I get into my car and put on my seatbelt. After making sure the gear is in neutral, I press the push start button. The silent hum that always comes on after I do this doesn't come on. Something is wrong. I try again. Same outcome.

Fuck.

I step out of my car and open the bonnet hood. I realize how stupid I look because I didn't know shit about cars. What exactly was I supposed to be looking at? I sigh heavily in disappointment. As cheerleading captain, I am expected to be in school earlier than everyone else, but my bloody car won't start, and I am stuck.

"Need a ride, sis?" Hasan's irritating voice resonates behind me. He wears his signature smug smile as he throws his backpack over his shoulders, tucks his hand in his jeans, and comes to a halt behind me. He is close. Too close. I feel his breath against my neck. I quickly pull away from him.

"You don't have to stand that close to me." I try to move away from Hasan, but he grabs me before I can. He slams my back against my car and brings his body dangerously close to mine. My heart pounds in my chest loudly; it supersedes the sound of my heartbeat. I duck my head backward to avoid Hasan's face drawing close to mine.

"Hasan. What are you doing, Hasan?" I look around nervously, scared that someone might see us in this position. Hell, even Mother was still inside and she could walk out any minute. But Hasan didn't care.

He doesn't reply. He smiles, takes his hand out of his pocket, and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Then, as slowly as possible, he leans in, his breath fanning against my neck. "I know what you do every night before bed."

Before Hasan's words could settle in my subconscious, he disappears into his car. Not only leaving me stranded without a ride to school, but also wondering if he was awake when I snuck into his room and masturbated on his work table.

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Tatiana

"You are an hour late." Emily is standing by my locker when I get to school. She looks furious and a little concerned. I stuff my books into my locker before turning to her.

"My car wouldn't start, and my foolish brother thought it wise to get on my nerves while I was trying to fix it. I swear, sometimes I think he enjoys watching me struggle." I can see the tension in Emily's shoulders relax slightly as she rolls her eyes, her expression softening.

"Well, at least you made it. Let's just hope we don't miss the first period again."

Just then, Hasan walks by with a group of friends. He smiles and winks at me before wrapping his hands around one of his friends, blabbing nonsense as they disappear into the hallway.

"God! Isn't he dreamy?" Emily gushes, bringing her hand to her chest whilst dramatically hitting her back against her locker. There's a big smile on her face and her wide eyes are glued on Hasan's behind, I swear you could see the stars in there.

Bile rises in my throat, and I make a fake gag sound. "Jesus, Emily! That's my fucking brother. Of course, he isn't dreamy."

"Come on, don't tell me you haven't once had a nasty thought about Hasan since his transformation." Emily looks at me briefly before turning back to stare at the hallway where Hasan and his group of fuckers were. "Because I sure have. Every night, I dream of him doing nasty, dirty things to me."

I roll my eyes, and this time, I almost vomit. Not from disgust at Emily's thoughts of my brother, but out of jealousy because I have had those thoughts about him too. Hell, I even acted out on those thoughts, and I fear he may have caught me. But of course, I don't tell Emily that.

I leave her standing, dreaming about my brother, and walk to class. Seconds later, she's by me, struggling to meet my pace. We march steadily to class, and she begins recounting the meeting with the cheerleading team I missed.

Although it was the first day back in school, the school football team had a match. My girls and I spent the last days of summer practicing. While I had trust in them to do an amazing job, I still wanted to discuss some details with them. Thankfully, Emily was aware of this and did that in my absence.

We made it to class before the tardy bell. The teacher walked in almost immediately after we took our seats. She scribbled her name on the board before addressing us.

"Good morning, class. Welcome to AP Chemistry. I am Miss Treton." Her introduction was brief. She took attendance, and each one of us answered present. Except for Hasan. She called his name the second time before it struck me that he took up AP Chemistry.

I remember Mom's orders. Suddenly, I didn't want Hasan to get in trouble on the first day of school.

"Miss, Hasan Olivera is part of the football team. They're currently out for practice." I regretted my lie as soon as I spoke. What if it comes to bite me in the ass? True, the football team did have practice, but not until break. Miss Treton doesn't say a word and begins class.

An hour later, when the bell goes off, everyone walks out of class.

"A word, Miss Olivera." Miss Treton calls out. Emily and I exchange puzzled looks. I signaled for her to wait for me outside.

"I understand Mr. Olivera is your brother- "

"Step." I quickly corrected, shrinking on the spot when she looks at me with a look cold enough to freeze me on the spot. "He is my stepbrother."

She resumes scribbling in her jotter. "I understand Mr. Olivera is your brother, and you are trying to look out for him. Lie to me one more time and I will fail you. We don't want that soiling your Yale application, do we?" her voice lowers into something low and threatening, a stark contrast to the sharp, happy voice she used when she introduced herself.

I swallowed a gulp and nodded. She dismisses me.

HOURS LATER

The football game was about to start. The girls and I met an hour earlier to run our choreography one more time. The stadium was large and filled with students from Windsor High, our high school, and a few from the team we were competing against.

Dressed in our cute little cheer dresses, the girls and I stood on the exit way that led to the field, cheering our poms as the boys walked out. Hasan was the captain and stood first on the line. He winks at me, and my insides do somersaults, and I almost forget my routine.

My girls, however, gushed and squealed, thinking Hasan had winked at them. I roll my eyes and give them a stern look, silently telling them to be on their best behavior. In effect, I acted out of jealousy. I hated that they would even think Hasan had winked at them. He belonged to me and me alone.

What? Wait?

The roaring in the crowd tears me from my daydream only to realize that the girls had already transited to the next routine. I mentally curse myself for letting Hasan and his gimmicks get to my head. I rapidly fall into the routine, hoping that no one took notice of my fault.

The game starts. The first shot from the Windsor team has the crowd roaring louder than when they had first sprinted in. In seconds, we hit our first touchdown, and the crowd went crazy, the cheer team included. By the end of the game, Windsor High was leading by a whopping twenty points. I mean, did the other team even practice?

After the game, I am in the locker room cleaning up. A group of girls walk in, blabbing and gushing about being invited to a party being organized by the head of the football team. I slam my locker shut and immediately scurry for the boy's locker room.

I didn't think twice as I walked in. It hadn't occurred to me that the room would be full with a bunch of horny high school boys. But alas, the deed had already been done. I sprint for Hasan's locker as though I had been in here a dozen times, ignoring the murmurs and coos that came in as I walked past.

Hasan is talking with some friends when I slam his locker shut, drawing his attention to me. The brown of his eyes and the whiteness of his teeth almost knock me off my feet. He raises his left hand and rests it against the locker. My eyes follow his movements hungrily.

"Yes, Taty?" he lifts a brow in a nonchalant yet sexy way.

"You're hosting a party?"

"I am. Matter of fact, you are invited." Hasan retorts almost immediately. He picks a towel from the bench and begins to wipe his damp hair. He drops the towel and walks away from me. Momentarily, my eyes are glued to his hair, each strand seeming to have a life of its own.

I quickly snap out of my daydream, remembering what had brought me into this horny trap in the first place.

"No, you can't. You're under my care and I refuse to let you make a mess of the house. Mother will kill me if she finds out." I follow behind him as he grabs his shirt and throws it over his head.

"And you will take very good care of me, won't you, Taty?" his voice lowers into something low and sultry that makes a tear roll down my thighs. "You'll have to put an extra eye on me so you can report back to mummy dearest, right?" He winks and walks past, leaving.

That fucker!

He knows. He knows what I did last night. He's going to use that to taunt me to his heart's satisfaction. I go to clap back only to realize Hasan had left the locker room.

"Hey, Taty! Want to suck my dick?" I roll my eyes at Hasan's dorky teammate.

"Suck what? The same dick you were born with? Yeah, no." His friends burst into laughter, and I dart out of the locker room, hoping to finish my conversation with my hot stepbrother.

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Tatiana

When I make it out of the boys' locker room, Hasan is nowhere in sight, almost as if he had vanished with the snap of his fingers. I dart outside the school, hoping to either catch him in the hallway or the at least the parking lot. He is in neither of them.

Upon walking back inside to grab my things, I bypass a group of girls clearly ecstatic about Hasan's party. My mind urges me to tell them that there will be no party, because of course, there was no party. When did Hasan have time to prepare? Surely, he just wanted to get on my last nerves. But, did he have to go this far?

I grab my stuff and head back outside. The parking lot is now deserted. Panic settled within me and I sprint for my car. The bloody car doesn't start. Again. I groan and repeatedly punch the steering wheel as though it was the cause of my misfortune. Seconds of raging and screaming at the universe, I finally feel calm. Just then, a car pulls up to me. It honks and I look up to find Emily rolling down her window.

"Need a ride?"

"Please. This bitch refuses start." I am already out my car when I give her an answer. We drive out the parking lot in silence but as we get to the highway, Emily turns on Taylor Swifts' Long live and we jam to it. It is a thirty minutes' drive from Windsor high back home. As we pull up the driveway, I begin to hear music blasting from inside. I guess Hasan was really pulling through with his party.

Emily, clearly ecstatic, practically skittles out of her car. Outside, she is unable to contain her happiness and urges me to hurry up. I reluctantly follow after her. I turn the doorknob and the music roaring throughout the foyer almost gives me a heart attack. Emily immediately disappears from my side to the pool area where some students were gathered.

I walk upstairs to my room, suddenly needing a warm shower to calm my nerves. I barely turn on the shower when I feel someone watching me. Covering my body as best as I could in such a situation, I turn, ready to spit venom at one of Hasan's friends for daring to invade my privacy.

Only, it wasn't Hasan's friend. It was Hasan himself.

He stands effortlessly as the door of my bathroom, greedily taking in my wet naked body with a ferocious look in his eyes that instantly made me wet between my thighs - as though the steaming running water didn't already do that.

I stood frozen on the spot. Hasan's gaze lingers on my breast. Gently, he sticks out his tongue and lick his bottom lips. I should throw him out of my room. I should grab a towel and cover up. But something about the way Hasan stares at me, that hungry look in his eyes made my nipples hard and made me want to pose for him in my birthday suit, give him an image to stroke his cock to every night.

Wait, what? What the hell am I thinking?

"Hasan! Get out!" I shamefully grab my towel from the stand and wrap it around my body. My cheeks burned not only from embarrassment, but at the fact that I was having dirty thoughts as my step brother, who clearly didn't have any problem ogling me.

"Oh, come on Taty," he slurs out my name in a teasing yet casual way, as though watching me shower was a totally sane thing for siblings to do.

Step siblings.

"Don't act all shy now." Hasan steps fully into my bathroom, unbothered by the running shower. "Remember when you snuck into my room last night and felt me up?" his voice lowers into a sultry delicious tone that urged me to get on my knees and suck his cock.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Hasan. Leave before someone sees you in here and start spreading rumors." I try to slip past his tall frame, but Hasan corners me. He brings his body close to mine. My entire body shivers and I nervously let the towel covering me lose.

Hasan stands a good four inches taller than me. He takes my chin in his hands and forces my gaze to his. "But you and I both know it's not just some rumor, is it? I see how you look at me Taty. You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

Fuck! Why does he have to be so vulgar?

"You want me to fuck you right here, right now with all our friends downstairs, don't you?" Hasan's hand leaves my chin and travels to my neck. He wraps his hands around my neck, squeezing gently, just enough to leave me starving for more.

"The thrill of being caught on your knees sucking my cock turns you one, mmm?" Hasan's caresses his lips against mine and a whiny grunt escapes my lips. Just when I thought he would end his torture and kiss me, he pulls away and I almost, almost got on my knees and milk his cock.

"Who would have thought goody two shoes Tatiana Olivera is a nasty slut who fantasies about fucking her step brother?" Hasan continues his teasing. He inserts in middle finger in my mouth and I greedily suck on it, picturing it to be his cock. Hasan's mouth parts open, his brows cresting as he watches me suck his middle finger like a kid sucking on a candy cane. I frowned when he pulled out his middle finger.

He grabs my chin with a fierceness that sent me on edge. "Open your mouth." He orders and I obey. He heaves in a heavy sigh as though calming himself and before I knew it, liquid drops into my mouth.

Did.. did he just spit in my mouth? It tastes divine. It tastes like him. And I want more.

"Swallow." I meet his gaze as I gulp down his saliva.

A proud smile appears on his face. "There's my good little slut." He praises and my insides tingled. But before I could drink in the praises of my step brother, his moral switch comes on and he pulled away from me as though I burn like lava. Without uttering a word to me, Hasan is out of my bathroom, leaving the taste of immorality and his touch with me. I stand bamboozled in the bathroom, my thoughts running a gazillion miles per second.

What in the actual fuck just happened? No, like seriously. What in the actual bloody fuck was that?

Hasan knows I have these weird feelings for him. He knows I have been sneaking into his room. No. No. no, no, no, no! This is bad. Really, really bad.

This couldn't be happening. If anyone found out, I'd be done for! I could lose everything I've worked hard for. Panic coils in the pit of my stomach, bile rising up my throat.

I didn't realise I'd left my bathroom and began pacing in my bedroom until soft hands grab my shoulders, grounding me. My eyes zero in on Emily's worried gaze.

"Taty?" her voice is a little distant. "Are you okay? I just saw Hasan leave you room." She speaks in a way that makes my heart drop to my chest. Does she know what just transpired between Hasan and I?

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