Claimed by My Stepbrother

Chapter 11

"To watch porn so no one can hear me," I lie and laugh at myself at how ridiculous this might sound. She will never believe me.

"Zac," she says strictly and breaks our handhold. "I'm serious. If you want me to trust you, tell me at least something."

She's right. I want her to trust me, and I agree that we shouldn't have secrets from each other if I want this to work out.

But I just can't tell her about the basement—it's too soon.

"I don't want to be a professional swimmer," I assert, grabbing her hand again. "But why? You swim so well, you’ve won so many competitions, you..."

"I just don't like it that much," I interrupt, not letting her finish.

I don't want her to continue convincing me; that's what my father has been doing my whole life. He says if I want to become successful one day, I need to train and discipline myself.

"Then what do you want to be?" she asks after a long pause.

"An artist," I confess, and only now do I realize that I have never told this to anyone before. "An artist?" she clarifies, surprised. "Can you draw?"

"I can," I whisper, stroking her ear with my lips. "And now sleep." "Will you enroll in the School of Arts then?"

I laugh and slightly bite her ear. "That's a second question, my dear, and we only agreed on one."

She keeps quiet for a moment but then adds, "I’ll tell you what I want to do after graduation if you tell me."

"You want to be a writer. I already know that."

She hums, displeased, stroking my hand with her fingers.

"Stop being so curious." I smile. "Tomorrow I have a test at school, and after that, I want to see you right here, and I will undress you much more slowly than today."

"Will I be able to undress you?" she asks. "Absolutely, I promise."

A couple of minutes later, I start to hear her soft snoring, but as for me, I won't be able to fall asleep that fast, especially when her ass is pressed to my boxers.

Why did I decide to be a gentleman today? I almost regret it.

Almost. Because tomorrow will be another day, and this girl will finally become mine.

Sky

As I wake up, for the first few seconds I think that I had a dream about Zac, a very indecent dream, the kind a stepsister should never have about her sibling.

But after a few moments, I realize that I am lying on something besides my pillow, and when I turn to face the other side of my bed, which is usually empty, I see Zac Harden is looking at me, and I'm lying on his hand.

"Morning, princess," he whispers huskily with a satisfied smile on his face. "Oh God," I gasp and turn away, hiding my face in the pillow.

"No, no, no, you won't hide your face from me," he says and bends the arm on which I lie, thereby pulling me closer to him. "And don't overthink it, just kiss me."

"What we did was wrong," I mumble into the pillow, still hiding my face.

"No, it wasn't. Don't even think about regretting it," he commands, getting up on his elbow and leaning closer.

"It was a mistake, Zac. Our parents will freak out and then get mad at us," I continue, still hiding my face, avoiding his gaze for as long as I can.

"We're both adults, Sky." He pushes my hair aside to expose my neck. "We leave for college in a couple of months. Moreover, they should have thought about this before leaving us alone."

He leans lower and starts gently kissing my neck, and my foolish body doesn't listen to my brain; it starts enjoying his pettings and breaks out in goosebumps.

"And never, ever tell me that last night was a mistake," he warns playfully, making his way with kisses to my back, "because it was the best night of my life."

Zac wraps his arm around me and continues covering my body with kisses.

I feel his boxers against my bare ass, and his dick is hard again; it seems like nothing has changed since last night. Did he even sleep?

I remind myself that he didn't receive any pleasure yesterday—maybe emotional, but definitely not physical.

And still, he tells me that it was the best night of his life. Is he playing with me?

And, more importantly, why is he doing this?

My thoughts were interrupted by a phone buzzing. I reach out a hand to see who's texting me and I'm surprised to find out it's Savannah, my only girlfriend from the school.

Savannah is an A-student and an IT-geek with an Einstein's IQ, no less. That's why most people hate her and don't want to be friends with her: She's too damn smart. But I like Savi; she's kind, generous, and always ready to help. Her brain is something unbelievable, but her loyalty is what I like the most. If I tell her a secret, I know she'd rather die than spill it out to someone. That's the kind of girl she is.