C10

Maija

I climb the staircase annoyed with Mom and Zayne. I am eighteen years old, why should they decide what I can or cannot wear? I exhale sharply as I enter my room. What do I wear now? I really like this dress, and my date will arrive soon.

“The best way to get over one man is to get under another.” I smile as I walk to my closet and pull the first dress I see. I quickly change into my new dress. It is a strapless dress but knee-length, so mom and that one should not have an issue. One more look in the mirror, smoothing my dress, and I am ready for my date. My date is a hot guy I met on Tinder, Danuel. I am so excited to be going on a date with someone who is not my stepbrother. I clench my thighs as the memory of him licking my palm comes back to mind. The last week has been torture. I can barely focus on getting any reading done because all I can think about is him. I have been using Benny tirelessly, but it does not satisfy my lust. I want him deep inside me, pounding me mercilessly as I convulse with pleasure. I bite my lip as my nipples strain against the thin fabric of my dress. I sigh. I must remain firm– I cannot succumb to this lust. I can have sex with him only when our parent’s marriage ends and not a moment before. However, Mom and Charles are still in the honeymoon phase, so this may be a long wait.

“I can outlast this marriage.” At least I hope I can because of the way Zayne makes me feel... No, I must stop thinking about him. I do not like him. I cannot like him. This attraction is simply a result of a six-month dry spell and his handsome face and body. Plus, we live together. Of course, a hot guy in my house walking around shirtless in grey sweatpants would make me wet. Zayne is not special, and I am sure I will forget about him after my date with Danuel today. I nod my head, grab my favorite red lipstick, retouch my lips, shove it in my purse, and walk out of my room. I quickly descend the stairs and make my way to the den.

“Is this fine, Mom?” Mom shifts her head from the TV, scans my outfit from head to, and smiles.

“Great, you look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll see you later.” I smile and ignore the scowling bear beside her, who does not look happy. I chuckle. My phone vibrates, a text from Danuel telling me he is outside.

“He’s here.” I smile, turning to leave.

“Make sure you get home by 10:00 pm,” Zayne shouts as I walk away. I stop spin, and glare at him. I know he is jealous, but he has no control over what time I get home. I should ignore him, but he will probably search the streets if I do not let him know when I will be home.

“Mom, I’ll be back at 1:00 am.”

“Ok, honey,” I smirk. He scowls as I turn to leave. I have not had a curfew since I was sixteen. Mom trusts that if I am out, I am not doing anything that illegal or irresponsible. I am walking towards the front door when I feel him grab my hands; heat flushes through my body from that slight touch. I can already feel my panties moisten as I pull away to open the door. He follows me outside.

“Zayne, my date is waiting.”

“That dress is too tight.” I roll my eyes. I already changed once because of him; what does he want me to wear, a potato sack?

“All the better to show my curves, brother.” He scowls.

“It’s also too short.”

“Great, then Danuel will have easy access.” He grabs my hands and spins me into his embrace. We are pressed closely together; I can feel his shaft press against my thighs. My panties are drenched right now as I inhale his intoxicating smell. I try to pull away as my vulva throbs, but he only presses me closer.

“What is this all about?” he asks, rubbing himself on my leg. I bite my lip, trying to steel myself against his perverted assault.

“What is what about?”

“This date?”

“Am I not allowed to date?”

“No.” A wave of moisture floods my panties again as he tries to enforce his possessiveness. He pulls me closer and kisses my neck. My nipples harden, and my knees weaken as my vulva pulses out of control. I groan. I must stop him, do not give him Maija.

“Zayne, I have to go.” I try to push him away, but my limbs are currently Jell-O, so he does not budge.

“I know that pussy is dripping wet right now.” My core aches when he says this, but I will not give him the satisfaction.

“Yes, so is your plan to get me wet and horny for a date with another man?” He frowns and steps back. I slip out of his reach and quickly make my way down the stairs towards the driveway. I look back a couple of times, expecting, perhaps hoping, to see an angry possessive Zayne ready to snatch me up, throw me over his shoulder and take me back to his room to teach me a lesson for even thinking of another man. He does not, though, and I am more disappointed than I should be. It is for the best. I fix my frown into a smile as I approach my date. He is standing by his car, looking at his phone. He is gorgeous, beautiful caramel-colored skin, decorated with dark brown freckles, brown eyes, and full pink lips. He is around 6 feet, so he towers over me as Zayne does, but he is slightly shorter. Maija, why are you comparing him to Zayne? Stop that! I scold myself as I approach him.

“Hi, Danuel.” A big grin spreads across his face; he gets up and hugs me. He smells nice but not as intoxicating as Zayne. There I go again. This date is to get my mind off him, not highlight his best qualities.

“Damn, you look better in person.” He twirls me around before scooping me into another hug. I ease away from him, feeling uncomfortable.

“We should go.” He looks at me confused, but he does not say anything.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He smiles, then walks to the passenger side and opens the door for me, standing a little too close as I slip in. He rubs against me, which does not make me happy. He’s a bit too touchy for my liking. I know we have exchanged messages about getting down and nasty, but this is still the first date. I don’t even know if I like him, and his touching annoys me more than it’s turning me on. He starts the car and turns on some tunes as he talks about his day before meeting me. He is nice and cool, and by the time we get to the restaurant, I know I overreacted earlier. Yes, he likes to touch, but that was why I am on this date in the first place, so someone who is not my stepbrother can touch me and satiate my growing lust.

He takes me to a steakhouse because I wrote that a great steak is a way to my heart on my Tinder profile. The restaurant is not as fancy as the one Zayne took me to, but I am sure this one will at least be raccoon-free. He slips out of the car, jogs to my side, opens the door, and then takes my hand and helps me step out of the car. He is sweet, a perfect gentleman, but I do not feel the same heat when I touch him as when I touch Zayne. Ugh, I am so frustrated with myself. Stop thinking about Zayne for the last time; focus on Danuel, Danuel!

“You’re a bit quiet.”

“Uh, I’m sorry I’m a little preoccupied.” He raises my hand to his lips and plants a kiss.

“You’re here with me; think only of me.”

“Smooth,” I grin at him, finding his words endearing.

“I try…now, are you here with me?”

“Nowhere I would rather be.” Well, except for my stepbrother’s bed, but he does not need to know that. We are seated at a booth in the back. We order dinner, he gets pasta, and I get the steak and potatoes.

“Not the steak salad?

“Why would I ruin a perfect steak with grass?” He laughs as I cut a piece of my steak and pop it in my mouth. The bloody juicy taste makes me moan.

“I like the way you sound. Does everything you put in your mouth make you moan?” I furrow my brow confused. He smirks, and I realize what he means. If Zayne had asked me the same question, it would have had me soaking, but with Danuel, I find it irritating.

“Only steak.” I try to subtly dismiss this conversation because I am not really into it.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure you moan like that when you have something bigger and thicker between those lips.” Oh, he does not want to let this go. I wipe the corner of my mouth with my napkin as he smirks at me.

“I don’t moan when I’m sucking dick.” He chokes on the sip of water he had just swallowed. I chuckle softly, do not imply it if you can’t handle it being said out loud.

“Ah oh, ok,” he replies after his coughing fit. He smiles at me before zeroing on his plate of pasta. The next time he speaks, it is about his family. His mother is a lawyer, and his father is a realtor. He grew up in the neighborhood and attended school with Zayne, although they are not friends. I begin to relax around him, and although the conversation was nice, it was dry, just like my vagina.

“So, what are you doing after this?” Here we go, the moment of truth, time to decide whether I want to sleep with him or not. He is cute, and although he does not get my wheels lubricated with a single look, a little foreplay can make me wet.

“Nothing, do you have something in mind?” I reach for his hand and run my finger along his arm playfully?

“Yeah, my place or yours, if you’re more comfortable with that?” My place? Zayne would have a fit, plus mom is home, I cannot have sex with mom in the same house.

“Your place sounds like a plan. We can have dessert after our dessert,” I reply, finally committing to spending the night with him. Although he may not be my first choice, he is hot and not my stepbrother, which is currently my only two requirements for a love interest. He smiles, then dips his finger in the tiramisu and extends it to me to lick. I take the whole finger in my mouth and suck it, moaning as it slips out of my mouth. His eyes glaze over with desire as he watches me. Yeah. I know it’s a bit scandalous, but I’m horny. Do not judge me.

“It seems like everything I put in my mouth today will make me moan. Do you want to test my theory?” He grips the side of the table, closing his eyes as he bites his lip. He is probably thinking about me on my knees, which made me a tad excited. He lets a couple of minutes pass, probably to let his erection die before he signals the waiter for the check and pays the bill.

“Are you ready?”

“For anything.” I smile playfully as we stand to leave. He wraps his arm around me and grabs my ass as we make our way to the car. He whispers something naughty in my ear, which makes me chuckle. We are almost to the car when I hear HIS voice break through my lusty joy.

“Maija.” I whip my head around. Zayne scowls at Danuel; he looks about as pissed as I’m beginning to feel.

“Zayne, what are you doing here?” Danuel looks from him to me. He remains silent as we stare at each other. Zayne finally shifts his eyes from Danuel to me.

“It’s mom she….” My anger melts away, and my heart drops. Anyone who has lost a parent knows this fear. With the fear of losing the other, my heart begins to race.

“What’s wrong with mom?” My voice comes out in a squeak because it is a question I don’t want to ask but must. The answer I do not want to know, but again I must know.

“No time, I’ll tell you on the way.” His face looks grim as my heart pounds in my chest. Danuel speaks, but I do not hear his words. My body has gone numb as I prepare for the worst. Zayne takes my hand and pulls me away from Danuel. I do not look back– he is not important right now. I need to know what happened to my mother. We get to his car, and he opens the door for me as I slip in, still numb. He gets in on his side and pulls off. I remain silent, waiting for him to say something, but he does not, and I am too afraid to ask, too afraid to know the answer. We drive for five minutes before he pulls over along the road. I furrow my brow, confused as he turns to face me.

“Zayne. What are you doing? Aren’t we going to my mom?”