EroticReverie

Chanel - Two days later ..

I’ve avoided Zayne mostly. Only giving him passing death stares as we pas one another in the rooms of his parents house. I’d almost broken down and toyed with him this morning when he came out of the gym slicked with sweat in nothing but a pair of gym shorts. He looked so fucking hot I could’ve cried. 

But I’d simply forced a look of disgust and left the room and want to my room. 

I was going to get laid. And since it wasn’t going to be by Zayne , I’d got one of the dating apps I’ve used before. I lie about my age. Like I always have. 

“Where are you going?” Zayne scowls at me as I reach for the front door. I look over my shoulder. 

“On a date.” I say as I bat my lashes. He looks me up and down. I had on a deep red dress that fit like a glove. Each shoulder decorated with two thin cross crossed straps and the fabric ruched and draping lightly over my tits. It was backless and my hair was up and I had a full face of make up on with lips to match my dress. And heels that gave me another few inches  

“With who?” He asks. 

“None of your business.” I say as I look at him. 

“I’m responsible for you while your mother isn’t here.” He says. 

I scoff and laugh. “Oh yeah? Does looking after me entail your face buried in my pussy?” 

“You’re not going anywhere.” He says and I roll my eyes. 

“Try to stop me tough guy” I bite back and open the door and walk out. 

“Chanel” he growls from the front door as I walk down the steps towards the car waiting outside.

“What the fuck?” I hear him growl. 

In the front seat is a man old enough to be father. 

“Chanel” he yells my name as I open the passenger door. 

“Don’t wait up!” I call and then slips into the seat and shut the door. 

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After dinner I find myself bored with the guy. He talks a lot about himself and also talks a lot about his ex wife and his kids. But I decide I’m going to fuck his brains out anyways and let him drive us back to my home. 

Zayne and his friends are there. I can tell my all the cars. But I assure my date that we’ll have privacy upstairs. 

Walking into the house , as soon as the door opens I can hear A chair moving and footstep hurrying through the house as I take my dates hand. 

“Come on” I smile at my date as he licks his lips and grins and Zayne is in the foyer as I start to climb the stairs. 

“Get the fuck out of my house.” He snarls and the guys pauses. 

“Dont mind him. That’s my step brother.” I say and pull the guys hand and he pauses but starts to move again. 

“She tell you she’s seventeen?” Zayne throws out and I roll my eyes. 

“Zayne. Mind your own business” I hiss and the guys pauses again. 

“Youre…seventeen?” He asks and his hand slips from mine. 

“I’m practically eighteen. It’s fine” I say and he just looks at me. 

I sigh. 

“Do you want to fuck me or not?” I ask. Annoyed.

“What…yes..but…I can’t..you’re”

“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” I tell him and his eyes bulge. 

“Chanel” Zayne growls. 

“Oh shut up Zayne. Mind your own business!” I yell and then reach for the guys hand.

“I’ll let you have me anyway you want. Come on” I say and the guy groans but looks to my step brother. 

“For your sake I hope her case of crabs cleared up” Zayne says and my jaw drops. What a dick. 

“He’s lying. Don’t listen to him. Cmon” I say tugging at the man’s hand. And because men are stupid. He follows me. 

“Chanel!” Zayne yells. 

“Fuck off Zayne!” I yell back at him and smile at the man as I pull him to my room. 

“Youre really seventeen?” He asks. 

I smile and bite my lip. 

“Yeah” I say pushing open my door and pulling him in. 

“Fuck” he exhales. 

But I knew my age wouldn’t stop him. It never did.  It never stopped any of them.