Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter7

“Look!” I stood up, dropped the glass on the table with the chicken wing and put my breasts back where they belong. In my bra.

“Oh, spoilt sport.” Trent pleaded forme not to put it back on. He pouted as he made a silly face. God, he really is such akid!

I went one step further and took my shirt from the chair and put that on too. I struggled to do both. I was more than tipsy, I was slightly drunk. I had been kidding myself and the boys had sat and watched me change from being sensible to being silly

and they loved it. I thought I was in control and all ofthe time I was far from it. I was fumbling with my buttons. Standing up seemed so hard and it was like a bad comedy. Like Benny Hill, always falling down or knocking something ofthe table. I wasn´t even trying to be funny. The more I tried to do something, the more I failed.

“I thought you were fun,” Kevin sighed as he acted as if he was bored by exaggerating his sigh and putting his sun glasses on. Where did that come from? It was like they had staged the whole event. I started to get paranoid and even more anxious as it was clear that they had a plan and I had fallen into it. Hook, line and sinker.

Godyou ´resonaïve!

I may have the brains of a scientist and able to calculate the most complicated equation. But, there was one thing I had lacked and I knew it. I just never admitted to it. That was street cred. I just didn´t have it. Iknew it existed and the difference between having it or not. I just never had to dabble in it.

I had played it safe. I would never mix with people like the Evans not only because of their wealth. I just knew how manipulative they could be, which was part of the reason that I didn´t want mom to date Alex at first. Then, when I saw that he wasn´t that type of person I concluded that they were not all bad. I just remembered the guys at High school could be like that, then I thought that not everyone is the same. Until, I got in this stupid situation.

The guys were playing me. They knew that I would fall straight into their trap and they were loving it. I decided right there and then. I was not going to let them win. I had power. I was a strong, intelligent woman. How could they have one leg over me? All the women they dated were beautiful, but I knew that I beat them hands down when it came to intelligence.

Or maybe I was kidding myself. Right now, I felt helpless and I hated it. I shook my head at the thought. It was neither here or there. I stumbled on the chair and landed flat on my face. I was directly under the sun. No longer protected under the shade. Both boys said at the same time, “We can help you up.”

I was struggling to get offthe floor and they were negotiating.

“Under one condition.”

I scrambled to my feet. Each time, with the soaking marble ties and my sandals which skidding and stopping me from getting up. Or maybe it was all in my head. I was stopping me from getting up. With my head flat on the marble floor. I blurted out in defeat, “Anything!”

Both Kevin and Trent clapped their hands.

“This was easier than I thought it would be,” Trent said as he took one hand.

“You will bro,” Kevin said as he took my other hand.

“Let the games begin …” they said as they helped me stand up. I was caught in the middle of both ofthem. It was as if they had spun a web and there was no turning back.

I sat down and I watched them pace in front ofme. The sun had died down and it was no longer piping hot, just humid. I started to wonder how long we had been out. I had left my mobile in the house. When, they carefully guided me out to the patio and told me not to worry about it. Inever wore a watch and right now I wished I had one on me.

They took oftheir glasses as I sat exchanging looks between the pair ofthem. Wondering what devious plan was going through their mind and what they had in store forme. The message was obvious when they stood with their hands on their hips.

“You´re avirgin right?” Trent said nodding his head.

I confessed, I had aheadache and this line ofquestioning was making it even worse.

“Yes,” I blurted out and shook my head, wondering why I had told them. Questioning, why I felt the need to tell them.

“Good,” Kevin said as he took my hand and I stood up, practically standing on top of him. I felt weak and ready to do what they wanted, but I needed to know.

“What was the one thing that you wanted from me?”

Trent stood close by me on the other side and said, “Don´t worry my sweet. You ´re about to find out.”

Kevin whispered, “ Sit back and just enjoy the ride.”