OUTCAST: A Stepbrother Romance (7 page)

I
expected it to be
... less flaccid.

B
ut that can be fixed
.

I
drew
my mouth close to his dick and began to nibble its shaft. It wasn’t usually that narrow, but it will widen in a few seconds... I was sure of it.

“
A
ndrea
... wait...” he pleaded.

I
paid him no mind
.

I
swallowed
the entirety of his manhood, which was quite easy considering how limp it still was. It should expand in due time. I began to suck on his dick. My tongue licked on it while it was inside my mouth.

B
ut something was wrong
... something was very wrong...

H
e wasn’t getting hard
at all.

“
A
ndrea
, I can’t do this...” he said as he pushed my head away.

I
don’t know
if it was my libido or my pride, but I refused to bulge. I kept sucking and sucking and sucking, my mouth was like a vacuum cleaner on full power.

I
t should get hard
...

I
t should get hard
...

I
t was just
a matter of time.
..

I
t should get hard
...

I
t just should
...

M
aybe he was just tired
... or stressed out... or maybe he just woke up... or maybe something was bothering him and he was an emotional wreck... maybe... maybe...

I
sucked
and sucked and sucked... and he kept trying to free his cock from my mouth.

T
hen his bathroom door opened
.

A
female went out
.

B
londe
, beautiful, slender, graceful, and statuesque. She looked very much like a Homecoming Queen... were it not for the fact that she was wearing a towel around her body instead of a dress.

A
very skimpy towel
, the water from her body dripping on its fabric.

S
he saw us
, Finn’s cock parlously inserted in my mouth. She wanted to scream, but fear overwhelmed her shock. No... it wasn’t fear. Her eyes swelled up. Her lips twisted into a guilty curl.

S
he wasn’t afraid
.

S
he was ashamed
.

F
or what was probably
the first time in her life, Jaynie Martell knew how it felt to be disgraced... and it came at the cost of my heart.

I
don’t know
how I was able to get home. My heart was badly broken. My head was a complete mess. And my body followed suit. I felt weak and battered and bruised, though no one even touched me.

I
never saw that coming
.

F
inn never gave
any hint that he was unhappy with me. Everything was so, so, so great between us. We had dreams. We had plans. We talked about life after high school, life during college, life after marriage, life together, life forever.

W
hat happened
?

T
hat was
the question that plagued my mind since I left his bedroom. He tried to stop me. He tried to explain what I just witnessed. Jaynie the
Homecoming Bitch
called my name, too. She wanted to talk.

Y
eah
, right!

S
he probably only wanted me to
keep my mouth shut to preserve her oh so stellar reputation in school.

I
didn’t listen
to any of them. I ran out of his room, out of his house, out of his street, and out of his goddamn life.

I
lied
down in bed as soon as I got home. I looked at the ceiling. How many nights have I spent like that, ruminating about the fondest of memories with him, imagining the many wonderful moments we have shared and the many amazing promises that awaited us.

W
hat happened
?

W
as
it because he got tired of me? Was it because I couldn’t have sex - real sex - with him? Was it because Jaynie the Slut was just too pretty?

W
ho made the first move
? Who tempted who? How long has it been going on behind my back?

K
yla’s words
...
when the cat is away... tick tock... time is ticking
...

T
hey all made sense now
. She knew about them. I wondered how many more people knew about their affair? And why didn’t anyone tell me?

I
f only Karla was there
. She was my best friend. She’s quite gossipy. She would’ve known. She would’ve told me. Sadly, she had to go to another school three years ago... and I was left on my own.

I
hid
myself under the blanket, hoping to disappear from this cruel world. I tried to be brave. I tried to be strong. I tried to focus on my anger to quell the pain that threatened to ruin me.

B
ut I couldn’t
.

T
he torment
of his betrayal was just unbearable. No matter how hard I tried, the pain lingered. It didn’t throb. It didn’t sting. It didn’t prick.

I
t tore me up completely
. My heart was the first to go, and my insides were quick to follow. I couldn’t think of a worse kind of pain than what I was feeling.

I
tried to be brave
. I tried to be strong. I tried to deal with it like the adult I should be. But I couldn’t.

A
nd the tears
I’ve been warding off for the longest time began to drop, in trickles initially, then I started to sob uncontrollably. I cried because of the pain. I cried because of everything I just lost. I cried because of how unfair it was for me.

I
cried
because I was weaker than I thought I was.

A
tap on the window
.

I
wiped
my tears with the blanket before sneaking a look at the source of the sound.

I
t was Nash
, balancing himself shakily on the windowsill.

I
got
up from bed and pulled up the glass pane... something that was becoming a habit... something I have done before... something so simply familiar yet so comforting for some strange reason... something I so desperately needed at that time...

I
didn’t greet him
. I didn’t offer a hand to help him get inside my room. I just stared at him. Traces of his bruises were still on his face, but they were healing. His busted lips have closed, though a little bit swollen, still.

“
A
ndrea
, did those bitches come back while I was away?” he asked. “Is everyone safe? Did anything happ...”

H
e stopped talking
as he saw the tears in my eyes which once again dribbled into my cheeks.

“
W
hat the fuck
?!” he continued. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”

H
is voice was filled
with sincerity and concern.

M
uch like Finn’s
. And he broke my heart.

G
uys can’t be trusted
.

S
o I didn’t answer
him. I just wearily rested my head on the side of the window.

H
e didn’t wait
for my invitation. He leapt over the sill and into my room. Then he held my arm and turned me to face him. He wiped my tears with his hand... dusty and dirty from all the climbing he did. He probably left a streak of grime over my cheek, so he wiped it off with the base of his palm.

H
is act seemed so caring
... so concerned... so genuine...

M
uch like Finn’s
.

G
uys can’t be trusted
, Andrea. Always remember that.

“
W
ho hurt you
?” he asked. I didn’t have to tell him I was in pain. He knew.

I
still didn’t reply
. I just bowed my head and my tears drizzled to the floor.

H
e clenched
his fists and gnashed his teeth in anger.

“
I
’m
gonna fuck that guy up really bad,” he said with so much conviction that I actually dreaded what he was planning to do. “I never trusted that boyfriend of yours ever since. He’s the queen of motherfuking fakers.”

S
trong words
.

O
f rage
for the fate that befell me.

A
caring response
, in a weird sort of way.

M
uch like Finn
, whenever he felt that something or someone did me wrong.

G
uys can’t be trusted
, Andrea! Be smart and see through their lies!

“
W
hat did
that asshole do to you?” he asked, firmly. “Did he cheat on you? Did he fuck that ponytailed cheerleader who always looked at you in a mean way?”

H
e was referring to Kyla
. Funny. He observed our practices for just three days, yet he figured things out quite accurately.

“
D
oes
that jerk still live near Gold Bug Park?” he continued to question.

H
ow did
he know where Finn lived?

“
N
ash
... just... just forget about it, okay?” I finally spoke, pleading for him to drop whatever ill plan of revenge he had in mind.

“
N
o one should treat
you that way,” he stated, looking straight into my eyes, a gaze which I tried to avoid.

“
N
ash
... I’m old enough to handle my business,” I told him. “Let me deal with it. Things will be alright.”

I
was lying
, of course. The truth was, I didn’t know how I’d be able to cope up with how I was feeling. I was afraid that the coming days would be worse. That weeks or months would pass and I won’t still be able to fully recover from the ordeal I just experienced.

H
e held
my cheek and wiped the tears from my eye with his thumb.

“
Y
ou just
... you just deserve better, Andrea,” he uttered.

T
here was
something about those words... or perhaps, about how he said them... that alleviated the pain I was feeling. It may have been a slight relief... a momentary respite... but considering how hard things were for me at that time, I welcomed it with a semblance of joy.

I
looked
up at him and finally met his gaze.

A
ndrea
! Guys can’t be trusted! Don’t do this!

H
e was a loner
. A rebel. An outcast. He wasn’t always with me.

B
ut I always felt his
presence.

A
t the stands
, during practice... he wasn’t watching the other girls. He was watching me.

H
e never replied
to his mom’s texts, but he replied to mine by climbing to my window and asking me if I was safe.

W
hen he got
beat up and stabbed, when he was weak and bleeding... he didn’t go to anyone else... he went to me.

A
ndrea
! What are you thinking?

I
felt so lonely
... so hurt... so dispirited... and there he was... with me...

H
e’s not Finn
. He’s not as athletically gifted as Finn. He’s not as sociable as Finn. He’s not as sweet as Finn. He’s not as expressive as Finn. He may not even be as overtly loving as Finn.

A
nd maybe
... that’s a good thing...

A
ndrea
! You better stop right now!

I
lied
my head of his chest... his strong, strapping chest... molded by deeds I knew nothing about, sculpted by experiences I didn’t know if I really wanted to learn about.

H
e held
my nape and drew my head closer to his body.

I
felt
the warmth of his touch, the tepid solace of his embrace. I heard his heartbeat racing into a rhythm that was too fast to be normal. He was breathing hard, and the clement feel of his breath slithered to my neck, into my top, down to my breasts, extending to my gut...

H
e was so
close to me, and I felt safe...

S
afe
from the world filled with falsehoods and broken promises...

S
afe from people
whose smiles concealed their treacherous intent...

S
afe
from the morrow of hurt and shame and dejection...

H
is powerful arms
hugged me tight, as if he knew what exactly I needed. But I wanted more... and I should tell him that...

I
stood
on my toes as my lips lunged for his. I didn’t have to reach him that much, as he lowered his head to meet my lips midway. And we kissed...

O
ur lips locked
and our tongues met in the void created by our mouths... like two souls playing in the empty solitude of space, the entire universe was their witness but the loneliness of the starless sky helped preserve the secret they would rather keep for themselves.

H
e held
my cheek once again, not to dry off my tears but to lead my head closer to his... our lips pressed harder, our tongues dug deeper, and soon enough, our mouths were exchanging the same pocket of air that went in and out of our bodies.

H
e caressed
my arm using the tip of his fingers and with feathery grace. His touch was electrifying... ravenous bolts of ecstasy coursed through my being, congregating in my gut and producing an overpowering kind of heat that rushed through my entire body. My abdomen began to pulsate, with each throb further escalating the thrill I was already experiencing. That thrill flooded every part of me... my womanhood most of all. My thong was soaked with the juice of my passion.

I
was aroused
.

V
ery aroused
.

D
eftly
, his lips left my mouth and traced a path across my jaw and down to my neck, licking and nibbling every inch of skin along the way. With his tongue, he flicked the strap of my top until it fell to my arm. Then his hand whisked the other strap, and my shirt fell to my hips... exposing my breasts and my nipples - so hard they could cut glass - for him to savor and enjoy.