Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

Another day abother emptiness! I couldn’t help but randomly remember him. My father and why the hell he wasn’t taking my calls.

I’m just being concerned cause a part of me needs to confirm he’s safe.

I know he’s okay though. The notification of an alert sent to my phone made me aware of that.

He sent some money into my account but wouldn’t pick up his goddamn phone. He wouldn’t want to know if I was still well or in Coma. He wouldn’t want to know how I was feeling or if I needed his help with something.

I scoffed at the thoughts and decided to try again.

Maybe he was busy at that time and couldn’t respond to the calls. I dialed his number and set the phone on my ear as I listened to the phone ring. I breathed out when the call disconnected. It was a bad network server, I assumed.

‘You have reached me, you know what to do’ That damn recorded voice said.

I tried for the second time and when the call didn’t connect, I slipped the phone back into my pocket.

I walked inside the house and sat on the couch. I tried playing a game on my phone and even grabbed the game pad but I couldn’t.

It didn’t make sense to play the game all by myself and it wasn’t any fun. I sighed at how frustrating this was and stood up.

I walked straight to the kitchenette. I grabbed a glass of water and gulped it cause I was dehydrated and in need of liquid.

I checked the drink rack and saw I was running out of alcohol. Thanks to Tiffany and Gladys who drank up the Boyle’s of Whiskey and Martini left.

At the thought of Tiffany, I looked around. She wasn’t in the sitting room or the dinning so I suspected she’d be in her room.

I decided to check up on her and too the stairs.

I got to her door and pushed it gently. She was so sensitive and turned to the door immediately.

When she saw me, she tighter her face and raised her brows. More like, she was about to ask me what I wanted from her.

I knew this because Tiffany wasn’t a hard course. She was so easy to read and although she caused me to have sleepless nights, I didn’t mind having those.

“What?” I asked when she wouldn’t stop staring at me.

“Why ain’t you dead?”

I frowned at her outburst but I soon realized what was going on.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I walked in without knocking and she was getting dressed.

“Oh,” I mouthed and paused. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Of course you didn’t,” she blurted and rolled her eyes.

I stood there and a smile tugged on my lips. “I’m serious Tiff. I didn’t want-” I laughed before I could finish my statement and now there was no way i’d explain that I am really serious.

“Fucking hell,” she said with an undertone.

I watched her slid her handprint the hands of the too and then dragged it down from her head till it sat on her bust and she sighed.

The images of her naked began trooping in my head. I couldn’t help it, that night was the hottest and one I wouldn’t forget in such a hurry.

She was drunk and willing, she had her legs opened to me and the lust from her pussy made me swallow hard.

I was going crazy from how she had such effects on me that I had to go back to fuck Gladys.

Gladys.

At the thought of her, my facial expression changed. I still had that cringe reaction whenever I remembered it.

Tiffany turned to see me staring at her and a flush of embarrassment coursed through her.

I could tell what it was because I’ve known her and her cheeks only become this way when she’s excited or embarrassed.

She was definitely not excited so I could tell it was embarrassment.

“Tiff,” I called and she looked away.

“What happened that day was-”

“I know,” she hastily said. “You don’t have to say it. I know exactly how it makes you feel.”

“No no,” I said back. “We didn’t do anything.”

“That’s not true.”

“I wouldn’t lie about fucking you.”

She paused and looked at me. “What do you mean?”

“Tiffany you were drunk okay? You were literally wasted.”

“I know that but I also know you had sex with me.”

“You have to listen to me,” I told her an puffed out air. “You were wasted that night and there was no way I would take advantage of you.”

“But- you were hard. I know cause I asked you to fuck me.”

“But I didn’t. I knew it was the alcohol and you’d blame it on the alcohol so yeah. I didn’t touch you Tiffany. I helped you to your bed and changed your damn clothes. You stank that night.”

Her jaw dropped and her mouth slightly opened. I knew she wouldn’t believe it but I was glad to have this conversation right now.

“So what happened?” She asked looking back at me.

“Nothing. I got you to bed and I went to my room.”

I paused because I was being careful not to give out too much information. She didn’t need to know unnecessary information too.

“And you? What did you do?” I could see the way her eyes popped like a little kitten and I just sniffed.

There was no way on earth that I was going to tell her fucked her friend. I was already disgusted by the memories and I wouldn’t want that to keep torturing me.

“Tell me,” she insisted.

“Well I returned to my room, grabbed a lotion and fucked myself. I stroked my dick till I had cum spilling everywhere.”

She gave a small nod as if the information was too much for her.

“What about you?” I asked and stepped closer.

“What about me?” She asked back.

“Tell me about your sex life,” I said. “Has anyone made you wet without fucking you?”

My voice was now lower than usual and I could see the way her their gulped.

“Hmm?” I asked again. “Has anyone?”

She turned her face away.