EroticReverie

Jace

I was set on keeping to myself, minding my own fucking business, and getting through the school year and then heading back to Washington, or anyplace else that wasn't near my dad and his new family. 

Keeping to myself was going to be a fucking problem now. 

Throwing my suitcase on the bed after my dad helped me bring my shit downstairs, I shook my head with a slight smirk on my face and laughed. 

She already was sick of my shit. "Find it yourself Mr. Independent" 

I was going to have a lot of fun pushing her buttons. I was going to have even more fun fucking around , because that good girl upstairs, almost drooled from the corners of her mouth when she saw me after coming down those stairs. Call it cocky, but I knew she already had a secret crush on me, her bad boy step brother. All girls like her crave a guy like me. I'll be sure to take full advantage of that and toy with her. 

She was tall, but a few inches shorter than me. She had on tight jeans, and her thighs not only touched, but they were thick as hell ...had she not been my step sister, her thighs were the kind I'd beg a girl to wrap around my fucking head. 

No girl our age, had any business having a body like hers. I got an eyeful of her nice plump ass when she turned away and stomped said cute ass up the stairs away from me. 

She had a soft looking body, so fucking soft. I shook my head, keeping my mind from going where ones should not go when recalling their step sister. 

She'd had a nice rack too. But her face. Her face stole the fucking show. 

Her long wavy light brown hair, with some lighter colored highlights that looked natural framed one of the most stunning faces I'd ever seen. From what I could tell she didn't wear a stitch of makeup, or at least wasnt wearing any just now. 

Her skin was lightly tanned, surely from the Cali sun, but she didn't look like a leather bag, like how imagined most girls here to look. She had freckles dusted over her cheeks and perfect nose. Her nose was so fucking perfect that I had wondered if it was surgically enhanced. Another thing I assumed of any female in California, was that they had plastic surgery.  Her lips were ridiculously perfect. Her upper lip had a perfect, defined cupids bow, and was slightly plump, while her lower lip was even more plump looking, like soft little pillows that I wanted kissing up and down my cock. Yeah, there was no stopping the perverted thoughts  , so I decided to stop fighting them off. 

Her god damn eyes though are what sent me, almost broke my tough guy act. She had hazel eyes, and seeing them look at me, with the bright brown and gold, with the green in them, it was a shame I had to look away from them and feign disinterest. When I actually could have stared at them and studied them for hours if I could.  Yep, I wanted her sexy mouth on my dick, with those fucking eyes looking up at me. 

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I rubbed one out in the shower after unpacking some of my things, and then dressed in another one of my many black shirts, and dark jeans. By then, Flora, my step mom had called me upstairs for dinner. 

Olivia was already sitting at the table, still dressed in the same jeans, and same long sleeved shite v neck t shirt from earlier, that clung to those curves of hers. The food that Flora cooked smelled delicious, but her daughter looked it. 

I didn't need to be rude to Flora. In fact, I couldn't be. She'd let me into her house, and it wasn't her fault my father fucked off to another state after leaving my mother. But I also didn't want to let her think we were going to be all chummy and that she could call me son and shit. 

While eating I stole glances at Olivia, who was quiet as Flora questioned me about things from home, about my tattoos, about whether or not I was nervous to start at a new school. I interrupted her questioning. 

"yo Olive..you go comatose?" I said, her head snapping up as she mindlessly shuffled the vegetables on her plate. 

I fought back the smirk I felt coming on my face as I watched her white knuckle her fork, my mouth twitching when those eyes glared at me, with enough rage that she might have been thinking bout leaping over the table to stab me with her fork. 

"Hey asshole" she said, making have to fight harder to contain my smirk, as she stabbed her asparagus.

Her mother gasped. 

"It's Olivia." she said and then shoved, the asparagus tip in her mouth. 

"Olivia!" her mother gasped in a slight reprimand. "Language" 

I watched her shrug at her mother and then glare back at me. 

"Until he can learn my name...that's his...asshole." she says. Her mother gasps again but I can see my fathers shoulders lifting in silent laughter at the exchange between me and Olivia. 

"I'm done...can I be excused?" Olivia says with a sigh and looks to her mother. 

I watch Flora give a disappointed sigh, that our first dinner as a "family" is over, and that we didn't magically turn into the Brady Bunch. 

"Yes, and clear your plate from the table please" Flora said, obviously not wanting to force anything. 

I remained at the table throughout dinner , and even helped Flora clear the table and rinse the dishes and helped load them into the dishwasher. 

Afterward, my father slapped a hundred bucks into my hand. 

"Go get your step sister and make nice....go get some ice cream or some shit..." he said. I snarled as if the idea was repulsive, and groaned as I pocketed the cash and climbed the stairs to Olivia's room, which wasn't hard to find. I just went to the  door with Taylor Swift song blaring through it. I rolled my eyes at the fact she listened to Taylor Swift, because...of course she did. 

I didn't knock, because I heard her singing. And wanted to do my best at embarrassing her. I turned the doorknob slowly, and cracked it open. She was on her bed, but facing away from the door on her laptop on her bed. She'd already changed her clothes for bed, and was wearing tiny little pink pajama shorts with a matching tank top. I smirked at the way her legs kicked in the air, and the lower part of her ass cheeks hanging out, just slightly. 

She bobbed her head, her hair moving in the messy little bun she now had piled ontop of her head. 

"Can we do a duet?" I said as the song ended, before it switched to the next. 

I laughed as soon as she jumped , rolling over and looking at the door. 

"Jesus christ!" She yelled and sat up instantly onto her knees and slapped her lap top shut. 

"Don't you knock?!" she yelled. 

"I did." I lied. "You didn't hear me." 

She rolls her eyes. "Sure." 

I stand just inside the doorway, and look at her, those thighs even thicker with the way she's sitting on her feet , the fabric of her shorts cutting into them just slightly. 

"Well?" she says with a little attitude. "What do you want asshole?" 

I look up at her and smirk and walk over to the bed. Her little tough girl act not working so well as I get closer and she backs away to the middle of her bed as I take a seat. 

"Well, I was going to see if you wanted to go get ice cream or something, ya know...do some brother sister bonding shit." I say. 

"You're not my brother." she says. 

I shrug. "But of course if you're too busy looking at porn , we can do it another time" I say gesturing to her lap top. 

I turned , smiling at her widened eyes, thankful I didn't miss her reaction. 

"I was not looking at...porn" she says and the way she waits to complete her sentence, almost wanting to avoid the word, I wonder just how innocent Olivia is. 

"You closed the lap top pretty quick" I said. 

"I was writing." she answers.

"What were you writing?" I ask.

She sighs as if shes annoyed by my question. 

"None of your business, it's private." she snaps, grabbing her lap top and slipping off her bed. I smile studying her ass. She's going to be fun to look at all year. 

"Private? Oooo" I tease her. " You writing some of that dirty little erotic fan fiction, about how you're going to bump beavers with your girl tay tay" I say. 

"What is WRONG with you?" she asks turning around after setting down her lap top. 

I chuckle at her response as she gives me a look of confusion and disgust.

"First of all no...I was not writing fan fiction" she says and walks over to her closet. 

"Second" she says pulling out a pair of jean shorts. " Don't ever say...bump beavers...ever again...and for your own sake...I wouldn't say it to any girl..like...ever." 

I laugh and turn a little more towards her. 

"Is there a third?" I ask as she tosses her shorts along with a t shirt on the bed. 

"Yeah, get the hell out of my room so I can change, and you're paying for my ice cream...and giving me whatever money is left over from the money Henry gave you, to ask me." she says putting her hands on her hips. 

I can't fight the grin on my face.

"How'd you know he told me to ask you?" I tilt my head to the side. 

She rolls her eyes. 

"Because you've only spoke to piss me off since you got here,...why on earth would you come up to my room and ask me to go get ice cream? Do I look stupid?" she asks. 

i cock my brow. 

"You look like a lot of things...stupid isn't one of them Olive." I say. 

She tightens her lips into a little scowl. 

"Get out and let me change, before I change my mind" she says. 

I laugh and stand and give her a little wink. 

"See you downstairs sis" 

she groans, and I leave her room.