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I don’t see a step brother when I look at him. I see a man. A man who makes me feel things I never knew I could. And even though I’ve never even touched myself down there, save for washing and when my other cut’s bleeding… I’ve never given any of that kind of thing a second thought.
But two seconds with him in my thoughts or anywhere near me?
It’s all I can think about. And deep down, right about where that itch he’s started is, I think he does too.
His huge frame plus me in it fills the guest bathroom to the point where we’re dangerously close like it or not. And when he cranes his neck lower, murmuring something about my dress, I don't know what comes over me. But I stab my face forward, pecking his cheek with my lips.
Kissing him for the first time. Feeling that smooth, masculine skin that smells so good on my lips. Even tasting a little of him in the melting flakes of snow. Making my heart leap and my insides wanting more already.
“What you do that for?” He clips. But he's not angry.
My pout returns and I look at my feet. My torn dress and my goofy way of standing that mama’s always trying to correct now we’re ‘proper folk’ making me feel like a stupid little girl compared to a real man like Ezekiel.
“I- I just wanted to say thank you… For helping me. And-” I start to say, but I can feel his head shaking. His thick finger and thumb jerking my face up by the chin. Only inches from his.
“I… Just… Can’t. Eve. Okay? Whatever you're playing at. Just stop it!” He commands me. But he doesn’t move. He just holds my face there, his body inches from mine and that flush of heat between my legs is so wet now it feels like I got my period. But that finished last week, so I know it’s something else.
Something special.
Taking a breath to ask him why again, he repeats himself. But his body close to mine. The feeling between us doesn’t match the words out of his mouth.
“I just…can’t.” He rasps, looking away. Clenching his eyes shut before he finally loosens his grip on me. Shifting back and knocking over some bottles of lotion and my shampoo I’ve been using. Another gift from Ike. Some real fancy, expensive stuff.
Cursing to himself, he bends down to pick up the bottles. My hands reaching out to touch his hair. Dark hair flecked with silver in places.
A head of hair I wanna grab with both hands somehow.
Feeling like I’d know what to do if only he'd let me.
At least, I know I’d rather die trying right now.
“Eve! Eve!” My mom’s thick drawling accent calls out from behind the door, followed swiftly by her shameless hands pounding on it. Making me jump. Shifting my insane need for my step brother to panic in a second.
“Eve, open up! What’s going on in there!?”
“Coming mama… I’m… coming-” I gasp. Trembling all over again.
It’s only when I say that I see Ezekiel smile for the first time. His hand reaching gently for mine and squeezing it, “Yes, Eve… You will. But only when I say so.” He whispers in a deep tone.
I have no idea what he means, but there’s no time to ask. He’s opened the door and brushes past mama after excusing himself before I can blink.
Chapter 5
Ezekiel
First impressions of my new stepmother Trinity are fleeting. I move past her with a brief apology, knowing I need to get someplace private and fast.
My cock about to implode if I don’t get some kind of relief.
Being so close to Eve, seeing her wounded and knowing, proving I’m the only thing to make her all better in more ways than just a scratch on her hand…
Fuck!
She’s your god damned step sister…
That’s my father talking. If mother was still here? I know, apart from dying all over again on account of her husband remarrying, that she’d tell me to follow my heart. But it’s not my heart about to come a fucking river in my pants is it?
The whole household’s erupted with commotion, so it’s the perfect time for me to steal away and maybe find the upstairs bathroom. Let more than just a little steam off and hope for some post nut clarity on everything.
