EroticReverie

Chanel ...Two days later

He knows. My step father knows. After nearly getting caught in the hot tub together, I'd gone inside and right to my room. I'm not sure how Zayne got back inside and then left without my mother seeing him, but Zayne told me what his father had said to him. 

Talk about fucking awkward. The looks my step father gives me over the next few days make my cheeks heat everytime. But he doesn't know how thankful I am for his interruption. Because I almost kissed Zayne. That would have been a bigger mistake than getting naked with him and all the other things we've done. Because I was pretty sure , after his confession that he was done playing the game, and wanted to be the only man for me, it made those annoying nagging feelings I was feeling, even worse. 

He told me I wanted someone that would make love to me. I wish I could say he's wrong. But he's not. While I've managed just fine being a "free spirit", I can't lie and say that once in awhile I wish a guy wanted more than just sex. It was my own fault, I knew that. I was giving away the milk for free as they say. And i fucking enjoyed giving the milk away. I don't regret being promiscuous, I had fun. But...cuddling  might be nice. Being kissed like I was more than a wet hole, would be nice too. I roll my eyes at myself. Stop making it complicated. Stop being stupid. Sex is easy. Feelings, are a fucking bitch. But now, with Zayne, I wasn't sure I could have sex with him. Because I was pretty sure I couldnt make it, JUST sex. I've never wanted to fuck a guy as much as I wanted to fuck Zayne. 

All the tension that we've built up, playing our "game", was about to boil over. He hasn't come by the house, and keep texting me. Sometimes it's playful, sometimes it's sweet, and sometimes it's fucking filthy. 

Zayne's father was right. We needed to end this. I couldnt date my own step brother. I couldnt develop feelings for him. That was fucked up. Even fucking him, would be fucked up. We needed to stop. However everytime he texts me, I just get all fucking turned on and miss him. God, I fucking missed him? What the hell? 

"I need to taste your fucking cunt." the text he just sent reads. 

I roll my eyes. Apparently he was going for filthy tonight. 

"You already did." I type back. 

"I'm so god damn hard right now thinking about your pussy and how fucking good you taste , brat." He types, and I chew my lip and stare at my screen. 

"quit being a pervert." I type. 

"quit pretending your cunt isn't a wet little mess that needs to be licked dry right now." he types and I huff a breath and close my eyes. 

I open my eyes and look at the screen. Two more texts.

"You should be on my face right now."

"I NEED you , on my fucking face." 

I squirm on my bed.

"Come get in the car." he types and my brows pinch. 

My large bedroom faces the front of the house. I jump out of bed and run to the window and pull back my heavy drapes and frown at the empty gravel culdesac in front of our house. The only cars parked there are two of the drivers cars. What a dick. 

"You're not here." I type. "Dickbag." 

"I'm at the gate. Sneak out. Come here." he types. I look further past the long drive, sure enough there's a car with it's parking lights on, but no headlights. 

"I know they're asleep. No excuses. Come fight with me , brat." he types. That makes my lips curve, my cheeks rising and I laugh softly. Because arguing with him over the phone, really wasnt the same. 

"Why dont you just drive up and get me?" I ask. 

"Because he'll probably hear the car in the driveway. Get your fucking hot little pussy down here. That mouth too. I'm owed a fucking kiss." 

I swallow. I shake my head at my phone.

"I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow." I type. Because I couldnt kiss him. It didnt matter that I was so close to doing it the other night, I'd had time to clear my head, to be grateful we didn't get to actually kiss. 

"Don't make me come up there." he warns.

"Maybe you should. Why am I the one that has to come to YOU? If this pussy is as good as you say it is, come and fucking get it." I type.  Jesus, I couldnt help myself. 

"Please." he types back. One fucking word. I lick my lips. 

"give me a few minutes" I reply, because im a dumb fucking sucker. 

Ten minutes later, I'm dressed in black leggings, and a black hoodie, because apparently I think Im a fucking bank robber. I pull open the gate, slipping through and leaving it open just a little, then walk to the sidewalk and pull open the passenger door to the suv. 

Zayne smiles. Looking me up and down, and I roll my eyes, blowing a piece of loose hair out of my face. 

"you look hot." he says and I quirk my brow. 

"hot? in this?" I ask. 

He nods. "Mhm, you always look fucking hot." 

His hand moves to the side of his seat and he pushes it back as far as it will go and then reclines slightly.

"Come here." he says and I suck in a breath. 

"I dont think we shou-"

"Get the fuck over here." He growls and reaches over and grabs my hoodie and pulls and I let out a little squeak. And Im pushing over the center and climbing onto his lap. 

"jesus fuck, you smell so fucking good" he groans and then is pulling me toward him and burying his face in my neck and inhaling. 

"god damn, i missed the smell of you" he whispers and kisses my neck and I whimper. 

Why did have to say things like that. Why couldnt he just call me a cock tease and a brat? Why did he have to miss the way I smelled? 

"Zayne" I say, my tone slightly protesting, but my voice shaky.

"shut up, don't you dare fucking tell me we shouldnt do this, because you know damn well we've already crossed that fucking line, and neither of us wants to go back" he says and then his hands slide to my ass and his hips lift and he grinds against me and I moan. 

I inhale him right back, taking in the smell of him. His cologne, his shampoo, he smelled so fucking clean, all the god damn time, i loved it. 

"i've been dying to fucking touch you" he groans and his hands rub my ass and slide up under the back of my hoodie, I shiver at the feel of his hands on my bare skin, all the way up my back and then slipping to the sides, I curve my back, lifting my chest from his, to allow his hands to slide over my breasts. I place my hands on his shoulders, then push my chest forward, into his palms, i lift up and down slightly, rubbing my tits against his hands and he smiles. 

"take this hoodie off" he groans. 

"someone will see" I say. While I wasnt against public fun, I was definitely against neighbors seeing me screwing around with my step brother. Even if there werent any directly near us, who is to say someone wouldnt drive by and see me topless in my step brothers lap? 

"let them" he groans and then is pulling it up and I moan, allowing him to take it off and then Im sitting up straight as he smiles and runs his hands up and down my stomach and chest. 

"you are such a pretty fuckin brat" he says and then is pinching my nipples softly, gently pulling as I breathe harder, my hips rocking as I grind against his lap. 

HE slaps one of my breasts and I hiss, my back arching, my chest pushing out and up as I silently ask for more. He slaps the other and I whine, his hand comes to my throat, the other hand slapping my breasts again, and again as I writhe against his dick. rocking in his lap as he slaps my tits and chokes me gently. 

"cum for me brat" he groans and I whimper, because im so fucking close. I've needed this, for two fucking days. I missed his fucking hands on me.

"cum you little br-"

I jump, my head hitting the roof as a loud knock raps on the window. 

I cross my arms, covering my tits. But it's too late. Standing outside the car, is my step dad. Glaring at my topless body, glaring at me, at Zayne. His jaw is clenched. 

"shit" Zayne hisses as I grab my hoodie and hold it to my fucking chest as I shift out of the seat as quickly as I can and Zayne adjust his hard on as he pulls the seat back up and then rolls down his window. 

"Chanel." My step fathers voice comes through the window.

"y-yeah?" I answer , still clutching my hoodie to my chest. 

"Past your curfew. Say goodnight to your step BROTHER." He bites out the word and I swallow and I don't even say goodnight to Zayne. I push open the passenger side door, my bare back to the both of them as I scamper to the gate and slip inside, and throw on my hoodie only after I start running back to the house. 

Fifteen minutes later, there's a soft knock on my door and I wince. I know it's not Zayne. I know it's my step dad. And he's about to come in and lecture me. 

"It's unlocked." I say loud enough for him to hear as I sit in bed, now in just a normal pair of sleep shorts and a tank top as I pull the cover up and over me as I sit up. 

He opens the door and looks across my room to me. 

"Be a little whore all you want Chanel. Just don't fucking do it with my son." he says and I feel my jaw drop slightly. 

"You're young. Pretty whores like yourself can get any man to throw their dick at you. So stay the fuck away from Zayne and find another dick to satisfy you." 

I just blink. He's never spoken to me like this. Granted I didnt know him that well, hell my mother didn't either. He's hardly ever spoken to me at all actually.

He steps in my room and swallow, as he walks over to the bed. I shiver slightly with a little bit of fear.

"Do you understand me little girl? You won't ruin my fucking marriage with your affinity for your step brothers cock. You want to fuck everything that moves ? You go right ahead. Stay the fuck away from Zayne." He growls and I nod. I was about to cry. And he knew it. 

"I dont need my son investing his time in a whore, especially not one that's his sister." He growls. 

A tear escapes. I flinch when he lifts a hand, his finger flicking over my cheek with a mean smile. 

"there there" he says cruelly, taunting me with a grin and then a fake frown. My lower lip wobbles. I've never felt like a whore. Not till now, not till a grown man is saying it to me and means it to it's core. 

My phone pings and he looks at it on my bed. Seeing Zayne's name pop up. He snatches my phone and I suck in a breath. He leans back up and looks at me and sneers. 

"Sleep well Chanel." he says. Taking my phone with him as he goes.