My stepbrother - Sasheka Johnson, Emily Emo (best short novels txt) 📗

my teeth began to clatter and the stiffness began, slowly but surely.

   “What did you do!” he yelled at his friends, running up behind me. He knew I was sickly like that and it could cost me my life. He knew I only came out to get some sun and maybe dip my foot in a few times and that was my ‘swim’ for the day.

   “What happened, Mandy?”He asked quickly gripping onto my shoulders but when I almost fell he lifted me up in his arms.

“Everyone!” he yelled,” Go home. Now!” he shouted.

   Everyone gave murmurs of disappointment as they exited but we didn’t stay long enough to see if all of them left. I had to get warm and dry or this wouldn’t end well. He stormed in, slamming the glass door in his girlfriends, Anna face, locking everyone out and Anna who stood there dumb stricken.

   Finally, I thought. I was freezing and I couldn’t feel my fingers or my toes. I must have looked dead but I couldn’t help myself from smiling and thinking ‘YES!’

   He walked in his room and slammed the door shut. My eyes became heavy now and I wanted to sleep terribly badly.  This wasn’t good at all, I thought.

“Mandy, don’t close your eyes,” he said urgently.

    He placed me on his bed and began stripping me down. I couldn’t protest because I was literally frozen. He removed my blouse and unzipped my shorts throwing it across the room. He grabbed one of his big shirts and pulled it over my body after drying me with one of his towels. He removed the top sheet of his bed after lifting me up again like a baby.

    He bent in front of me and placed his hands under the shirt and released the strings of the still slightly wet bra pulling it away throwing it across the room with the other wet garments and slid his hand up my leg and found the two corners of my underwear pulling it down my legs. I shivered again out of excitement this time but he didn’t take it anyway….. at all.

    He didn’t notice…. I think. He tucked me under the sheet and after a few minutes he realized that my teeth were still clattering together and I was still shaking. He already had on a shirt but it was slightly wet. He changed it, putting on a dry, clean one and stood looking at me.  I closed my eyes for a minute then felt the sheet being lifted off my body, Cameron getting in and it being placed back down.  His hand came out and grabbed my waist but hesitantly.

“Can I touch you?” he asked. I had no choice I wanted warmth.

   I nodded slightly and his hands wrapped around my waist pulling my body to his. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart. He was warm and that was all I wanted. For now.  I snuggled in his arms pushing out my ass so it came in contact with his front but acted innocently by snuggling my head into his chest. He was so warm. I sighed in comfort and he realized this and released the breath he must have been holding.  I don’t know how long I’ve been lying there but I fell into a deep sleep.

 

Chapter 4

 

I felt the bed slightly dip and opened my eyes to see Cameron heading to the bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom. He ran a hand through his hair which was already bed tangled. I sighed softly, and when his back disappeared into the bathroom I relaxed.

I was warmer than before, and I realized that I could move my body now with ease. I heard the shower running and I guess I was safe for now. Without me even realizing it, my mind wavered. I imaged his naked, built body as water ran down his toned flesh. I bit my lip. I saw his blue eyes daring me to disobey him, his perfect, plush, pink lips pulled up in a smirk, when he realized that I couldn't deny him.

And then I saw her face. Long blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes, pouty lips, and then the tears came to my damn eyes once again. Why can't I just give in and give up? He isn't mine, I'm not allowed to have feelings like this for someone as close to me as my step brother. I need to leave before he came back out, I thought.

I removed the sheet that smelt so much like it him, that it pained my heart. I shakily placed my feet on the ground. Easing off the bed gently, I stood up slowly. My legs were so weak but nothing was going to stop me from exiting his room as fast as possible. As I released the bed and placed all my weight down on my legs they gave way. A small cry escaped my lips, and as I fell to the ground I prayed to God that he didn't hear.

The shower remained running and with the only option I could think of I began crawling. The bed wasn't far away from the door but it felt like forever and my breathing became ragged. When I realized that I couldn't go any further, my mouth became parched and I began to see black spots, I sat on the ground, my hand palmed down on his carpeted floor, my brown tendrils falling into my face as I tried to regulate my breathing.

"Mandy," a voiced called out, concern dripping from every letter I heard.

I choked back a sob. Please, don't touch me, I thought.

I felt strong arms lifting me up. I gasped because a pain began to seep through my chest. Like my heart was constricting squeezing together.

"Please," I choked out on a hiss," Just put me down."

"Are you crazy!?" he asked," Do you want to die?"

Of a broken heart, I thought.

"Just let me be," I tried to yell.

"I can't do that," he said, putting me back in his bed.

I felt a slight breeze as he placed me down and the shirt I had on rode up. I looked down and I could see my tan legs coming all the way up to my thighs and just a bit further would show my....

He looked at where I was looking and I saw his eyes widen. His breathing increased just a bit and he bit his bottom lip a bit too hard which made it pale. He cleared his throat and looked away grabbing the sheet and throwing it over me. I'm that hideous, I thought.

When will you see me like how I see you? I asked him silently with my eyes, as tears clouded my vision again.

"Don't cry," he pleaded, wiping away my tears," Please, don't cry, baby."

Did he just call me baby? My tears fell harder. I didn't know why, but that one word jolted something inside of me. Something that felt like a taste of elixir; some rare and sweet drug.

I looked at him now. I had just realized that the only thing that was keeping me from seeing his perfection was a towel wrapped around his waist.

I heard the door slam shut from outside Cameron's room and loud footsteps stomped it was up. Mom burst open the door, her brownish blondish hair out from its sophisticated bun and all over the place, her eyes wide with fright and her breathing labored. Behind her my step dad stood, hunched over on his knees breathing hard as my personal doctor, Dr. Mushin, a short, petite Indian woman, who cared for me since, my mom, was courting my step- dad.

 

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