SIBLINGS AFFAIR

DREW;

It all started when I walked into her naked!

She had just come out of the bathroom and had no towel wrapped around her, her body like milk as bead-like water dripped down her breasts.

She didn't try to cover up or hide, I immediately craved to touch her and feel every inch of her body. I could feel the sparks in my body, something I never felt for any other girl before even if they were running naked in front of me. I knew she felt the same way too.

I could have taken her right there and then, but I didn't. Instead I left the room.

What was this feeling?

Nicholas, my best friend and buddy, had just signed his second multi-million contract in the same month and wanted to celebrate, we had gone to a random club he chose. Clubs are not the kind of places I like to visit- especially not local clubs.

I tend to go to the clubs in the city, places where you don't have to worry about starting a fight with some drunk old men. The women there are mostly high class models, very classy and gorgeous. This place in free-town where Nicholas had picked was totally out of control and rowdy, everywhere you turn, guys were getting too grabby with the women.

''I like that one over there,'' Nicholas said, pointing to a young girl with long blonde hair who was dancing tirelessly like a whore. ''she's turning me on with that fat ass''.

The music became louder, saving me from giving him a response.

I averted my gaze turning towards the stage where another very hot blonde came out dancing, she wore a tiny bikini barely enough to cover half of her tits. She had a flat stomach and her skin was very toned.

My cock hardened instantly, fuck! I cursed under my breath. I'm not usually this way with strippers, I mean, I always get the women I wanted at all times, but this girl's body was insane. I was consumed by imaginations as I fantasized caressing her whole body, I thought about how soft and full her breast would feel in my palms.

The spotlight beamed on her and she did her best to capture the attention of the audience, she swung herself around the pole, her long curls flowing behind her. I moved closer to get a better look.

Holy shit! I choked on my drink

I knew her!!

This was Alexa, my stepsister.

I hadn't seen her for the past six years since I left home angrily.

Shit! She'd grow up so well. Her body was crazy and perfectly toned, but what the hell was she doing in this place?

''Go bitch'' Nicholas shouted

She twirled the more, dancing hard to the rhythm of the music.

She's twenty-three now, old enough to do what she wanted I suppose, but how could she think of becoming a stripper. Alexa had been a smart kid growing up, making straight A's in school despite our parent's total negligence to academics.

Anger swept through me as I thought about it, about everything that had happened to us and why I had left home six years ago. We endured abuse at home, especially Alexa who was constantly raped by my father, I hate to address him as such. I had tried my best every night for three years to stay awake and stop my dad when he would sneak into Alexa's room to abuse her.

He used me as his punching bag whenever I tried to stop him, I got upset and couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave home for good with my best friend to find a better life.

Camellia was Alexa's mother who had married my dad and came to live with us when Alexa was just five. She had done nothing to the constant abuse and torture her child suffered. She had chosen her marriage over the happiness and freedom of her child.

Mark started to abuse Alexa when she was just twelve, I found out two years after he had already started. I was hurt and heartbroken, how would he treat a little child that way. I had cared about Alexa as my little sister right the moment they came to live with us.

The night I left home, I felt I had betrayed Alexa because I was her guardian angel at that time and the only one she felt safe around. I should have left with her but I couldn't afford to care for her. I prayed she would find help or a means to escape someday. I also hoped to see her again.

And now, I'm seeing her again for the first time in six years in a club, as a stripper?

I knew I was supposed to leave or at least not look at her the way I did, but I didn't. instead, I watched her the most, I watched as sweat formed tiny beads on her chest soaking her bikini and making her nipple more evident and hard, making my cock even harder as I thought how tight it would feel inside her.

Stop! I scolded myself, she's your sister

''Stepsister'' my cock corrected, she isn't my blood and I wanted her.

This was supposed to be off limits but nothing is off limits for me, I had money, fame, good looks and power! And that's all that mattered.

I've always got what I wanted and there would be no exemptions.

ALEXA'S POV;

Working as a stripper in the club was something I never imagined I would do, but desperation took its toll on me. I needed money badly and working in a café would never pay me as much as I wanted, so when a friend of mine told me I would get eight hundred bucks every night by just flirting with men and dancing on stage with little or no clothes, I agreed to do it instantly.

Growing up, I've never been comfortable wearing skimpy clothes around the house because I knew the effect it had on my stepfather, and I knew better than to provoke him. I had never even considered myself as being sexy or appealing to men. In swimming and gym classes, while other girls run around in bikinis or almost naked, I'd stay in the corner with a towel wrapped around me or a jacket.

But here I am, in a see through bikini and on stage, in a club dancing and going wild for men.

The heat from my body drenched my bikini and I could feel my nipple become hard. There was hollering from men asking me for more moves, I obliged, spinning around the pole and shaking my ass provocatively.

''Yes baby, more'' a man from the crowd yelled. I danced more, twisted and did all they asked me to do until my time on stage came to an end.

The club lights were dimmed and the spot light removed from me. ''It wasn't that difficult to be a stripper after all,'' I smiled to myself as I left the stage.

I decided to use the restroom backstage since many people didn't go there, but just as I was about to open the door, a hand covered my mouth and pulled me behind the walls.

Drew!

my step brother.

'''Hey'' he said casually

''Hi'' I replied, what are you doing here?

He was silent for a while, then he took my hands in his and led me outside towards the parking lot and stopped when he got to his car. Goosebumps filled my body form the intensity of his touch, he let go of my hands and instantly I realized I was wearing a bikini in front of him.

I glanced up at Drew his eyes were fixed on my breast, his looks weren't one of a brother telling his sister to cover up because he felt overprotective but were of pure lust and desire.

He grabbed the handle of his car, a black Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. I could work my entire life to be able to afford such ride.

''Get in'' he ordered

I got into the passenger seat of the car without another word, he shut the door and moved around to the other side of the car. He got in and immediately started driving out of the club and that instant, I remembered why i actually hated him.

He has dark hair, piercing blue eyes, toned skin and was devastatingly handsome. my friends used to joke around and call him ''the ladies- man,'' as funny as it sounded, it was the truth. He always got what he wanted and that includes most of my friends.

When we were younger, he would sneak girls into the house at night or during the day when our parents weren't home and would have sex with them. it had been infuriating to hear them scream his name and moan as he made love to them.

He had almost everything he wanted because of his looks, no doubt he was smart, out-going and good at major sports like football and basketball. His poor background never affected how he lived his life outside home and in school, he attracted female of even higher age than he was some of which were responsible for his nice haircuts, clothes, money and even phones.

But of all these, the reason i hated him so much was because he had left home, he left me.

''What the hell were you doing there dancing like a whore, Alexa?'' he asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I ignored him, trying to piss him the more

He stopped the car abruptly by the side of the road making me jerk in my seat, ''didn't you hear me ask you question just now'' he roared.

''Where are you taking me to?'' I asked totally ignoring his own question.

He hissed, put the car back in motion and answered coldly ''to my apartment in the city''. Typical him, always taking control and doing what he wanted without asking about the opinion of others.

''No Drew, I am not going to your house'' I said as I tried to open the car door, he reached over and pulled the door close locking it this time.

You can't go home like this, what were you even thinking? you could walk into the house in a bikini and expect Mark to spare you? You know better not to provoke him.

''Oh now you care about what happens to me? Fuck you Drew! I've been okay for six years without you or your fucking advice, I have my life under control.

''Not with this,'' he said referring to my bikini, you shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be in a place like this, Alexa. Does your mom know you strip for a club?

''What do you think, she doesn't ask of my whereabouts and she's okay with whatever I do.''

Do you know what it felt like to watch you dance for me? How much is your pay huh? You render bedroom services too to those old men right?

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I listened to everything he said.

''Alexa you know I didn't mean it that way?''

I looked up at him, a part of me willing to believe he didn't mean anything he had just said to me now and jump over him and embrace him. This is why I hate myself, I hate how vulnerable he makes me feel, how everything he does affects me.

''You understand me?'' He asked, his voice bringing me out of my thoughts again.

I nodded signifying I understood him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and I knew exactly what he was thinking. It was about his dad, the things he did to me, the way he looked at me and the words he used on me.

''Fuck'' he muttered under his breath hitting the wheel hard.

Drew had left home six years ago at midnight with his friend Nicholas. They had both with the help of investors started a business few years later and now he's rich. A part of me understood why he had left home but the other part of me still felt betrayed. He left without informing me knowing the things I suffered at home.

I tried to avoid hearing news about him nor his whereabouts but I wasn't lucky enough as soon, his face became the cover of most magazines and billboards.

We got to the entrance of his apartment in no time and he stopped the car, getting out and unlocking my side of the door. The cold air hit me as soon as I opened the door and then I realized I had left my jacket in the changing room at the club. I stood there frozen, he turned around when he noticed I wasn't following he, he came back to where I stood and tossed his jacket to me. I wore the jacket immediately and followed him into the building of the apartment, for the first time tonight, I was able to get a good look at him.

He wore dark jeans and a cream color t-shirt with the jacket he had just given to me, a pair of white canvas, his hair was messy but still looked attractive. He looked like a model ready for a photo shoot.

Just then, I saw the cut on his wrist. I remember exactly how he had gotten that cut trying to save me eight years ago. I reached out to hold his wrist but he sensed it and immediately swung his hands above my head resting it on my shoulders.

Billions of electricity sparked between us and I could swear he knew exactly what he was doing right now and how what he does affects my body.

He was my stepbrother and I knew it was wrong of me to desire him this way, but I liked it and wasn't going to stop.

I wanted to cool off in the shower but then I had no stuffs in this house.

''Drew'' I shouted, I don't have any stuffs here and I need to shower.

''The bathroom is down the hall, first door by your right. Make yourself comfortable, I'll get you my clothes to fit in for the mean time.'' His reply was clipped and for a moment I wanted to ask if he was mad at me.

I hadn't asked him to come stay here, he was the one who decided to bring me to his house. A part of me was thankful to him for bringing me here tonight to at least escape whatever punishment my stepfather had for me.

I turned on the water faucet allowing it to get warm a bit before I stepped in, many thoughts ran through my mind as I laid lazily in the water one of which was the most recent torture I had received from Mark my stepfather.

I had returned from work two nights ago when he barged into my room demanding I gave him money. I had lied to him that I had no money with me, but he searched my bags and when he found money in one of them, he had given me the beating of my life and forced me to give him a blowjob of which he released everything in my throat.

The shower was the only place I found solace and received no judgements ever since Drew left home.

A knock came at the bathroom door jotting me out of my thoughts. ''Come in'' I answered as I flipped the curtains to cover my bath area.

Drew walked in and placed some clothes on the bathroom counter, I peeped through the curtains to see he was only in his boxer brief. I blushed, not just was he looking like a model, but a beautiful one that would break your heart into tiny pieces and still smile in front of you.

''I can see you, you know'' his voice came softly like a whisper and I closed the curtains hiding my head in shame.

''Don't look so bashful Alexa, you've seen me this way a million times'' he spoke again.

''I'm not embarrassed'' I replied slowly, if only he could see how wobbly my legs shook.

He left the bathroom shutting the door gently behind him. ''Be careful Alexa,'' I told myself.

You can't trust him again no matter what.

The water was getting cold already so I hurriedly took my bath, dressed up and left the bathroom holding my bikini in hands. I was going to dispose them, even if I ended up going back to the club to work as a stripper, I wouldn't be wearing this.

I entered the sitting room and saw Drew sitting on one of the sofas with the remote his hands as he flipped through several sports channel on the big TV, he later settled for an ongoing football match. I hissed showing no interest in watching football with him.

He paid no attention to me clearly concentrated on the sports. I looked at him, he wore a pair of sweatpants and hoodie with bold writings on it captioned ''not just a pretty boy''. I smiled knowing fully well he had gotten that hoodie on purpose.

I looked down at myself in the clothes he had given me, a pair of black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. I smelled just like him and this thought gave me butterflies in my belly.

''How long am I supposed to wear your clothes before I get mine or go back home?'' I asked him trying to get his attention from the TV.

''I will call in my assistant first thing tomorrow morning to get you some new stuffs and you are not going back home.'' He answered not turning his gaze from the TV and finality evident in his tone.

''What do you mean by I'm not going home? I asked. What do you expect Drew That I live here with you? Did you even asked if I wanted to be here in the first place? I bombarded him with questions.

'' I am not asking you to be here Alexa, I demand you stay here and that is final.''

''No it isn't final Drew, you don't own my life. You can't just appear after six years and choose to control my life, I am not some item you bought fromthe store.'' I screamed back. Just because you have money doesn't mean you can boss people around like toys, I am not your toy. I won't leave home justlike you did abandoning your family.

He stood up and walked close to me like he was going to punch me in the face, '' you think I abandoned my family and left because I wanted to? Alexa I had to leave.'' He said looking at me with so much anger.

''Whatever you say, but I'm not leaving my mom there alone.''

He looked at me this time like I was completely insane, ''you're fucking kidding me right? You're not going to leave your mom you say, she's not the victim here Alexa. She had watched you suffer for years and has done nothing to stop any of it, you have to start living for yourself and not for her anymore.

For the first time tonight, his words made complete sense to me but I didn't want to believe him, I didn't want to believe my mom didn't care about me nor my wellbeing. ''I won't be like you, Drew, I have a conscience unlike you.'' I stated angrily.

''It's really bad how you think of me Alexa but suit yourself, I have no explanations for you at the moment.'' And with that, he turned around switched off the television and walked to his room.

I was exhausted from everything that played out today, I wanted so badly to call my mom and prove to him that she cared for me unlike his dad, but when I picked up my phone, the time read 1:46am. I stood up and made my way to the huge guest room sleeping off as soon as my head hit the pillows.

The next morning, I had woken up with a throbbing headache as a result of the hard alcohol I had consumed before going up the stage last night. I made my way to the kitchen to look for some pain killers and probably have breakfast.

As I passed the sitting room, I saw a note in the flower vase just beside the kitchen door, I picked it up and it read; ''Melissa my assistant will call in by 9 to ask for your size and by 10, she would be here to deliver some stuffs to you. You know your way tothe kitchen if you feel hungry- DREW.''

I walked into the kitchen and searched till I found some painkillers in one of the cupboards, I decided to have breakfast at once. I wasn't in the mood to make a proper breakfast so, I just settled for cereals with milk and some cookies.

I made my way to the sitting room, turned on the television and flipped through the channels. I decided to watch nickelodeon as the popular show ''game shakers'' was on. I began eating my cereals when the mobile phone rang, I picked it up immediately remembering the note he dropped.

''Hello, is this Alexa, Drew's sister?'' a sharp voicesaid through the phone.

''So nice of you to call your boss by his first name, Melissa'' I replied back instantly without thinking.

''Excuse you?'' she replied back

''Size 10'' I yelled into the phone and ended the call without waiting to a get a response from her.

I don't know if this made me sound like some crazy bitch, but the thought of Drew sleeping with his assistant disgusted me. I finished with my breakfast and decided to call my mom, she had picked up immediately the phone rang.

''Hi mom'' I said into the phone

''Hi sweetie'' she had replied back

I told her I had to fill in for my colleague who had called in sick and that why I couldn't go home last night and that I would be back the next day.

''Alexa, Mark found out you were at a club last night stripping and he didn't take in the news well, things are not so good at home right now and I'll advice you do not return anytime soon.''

Tears welled up my eyes as I listened to everything she said, ''but mom I...

''I have to go now honey, bye.'' She said and ended the call not allowing me speak.

The sadness I felt increased, how could a mother not care about her own child. She didn't even ask if I was fine or cared to know where I was, she was only concerned about not getting on the nerves of her husband.

At that moment I knew I had to stop, I had to take Drew's advice and start living for myself. She wasn't the victim and she would never know exactly how I felt, she knew I would be fine after all.

I was determined to be fine!